Serving My College Masters
By Steve S.
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Chapter Five
After the Jayden birthday ordeal, my Masters took it easy on me for quite a few days. Especially Casey, who basically kept me in his room for a few days so that I could recover. With him being my favorite Master, I had a great time.
The next weekend, however, all my Masters were traveling to another school for a competition with the wrestling team, which meant that I had to go spend the weekend with the slave sitter.
My Masters did not believe that a fag slave should ever be free of his Masters' control, so when they had to be gone all at the same time for wrestling meets, they sent me off to spend the weekend with a local Master.
Master Hunter was a 40 years old, ex-Army police officer who lived in a house not too far away from campus with his slave Jimmy, who was a 23 years old ex-Marine-turned-slave.
I was not exactly sure of the relationship between Hunter and Jimmy. But one time when Connor was drunk, he told me that unlike myself, who was a fag and naturally submissive and liked to serve dominant alpha men, Jimmy was actually straight and was enslaved by Master Hunter against his will. Connor didn't know exactly how it was done, but he heard that some blackmailing was involved.
As a result I always felt bad for Jimmy. I had been to Master Hunter's house enough times to know that Jimmy was heavily controlled at all times. While I was allowed to go out and attend classes, Jimmy was a 24/7 slave who was never allowed to leave the house. While I was free of restraints when I was outside my Masters' house, and sometimes inside too, Jimmy basically lived his life in heavy bondage. In fact I had never seen him not restrained in some ways. I always wondered whether it was to prevent him from escaping his terrible fate as an unwilling slave to another man.
This time, when I reported to Master Hunter's house late Friday afternoon, he answered the door still wearing his police uniform, obviously just returning from work. Master Hunter was a hunk of a man at 6'6", and 250 pounds of pure muscle. His job as a police officer and 20 years in the Army meant that he naturally carried himself with authority and expected to be obeyed at all times. Even though he was definitely a strict Master and seemed to always treat Jimmy harshly, I had learned during my stays with him that as long as I behaved as a proper fag slave should, he actually did not treat me badly: I was sometimes put to work on his house chores and ordered to serve him sexually; more often he simply put me in bondage and had me stored away in the basement with Jimmy.
"Good evening, Master Hunter." I said, kneeing down to kiss his massive size 17 boots. "This fag slave reports for the weekend."
"I'm going out tonight, fag slave." Hunter said. "You're going into storage until tomorrow morning."
He turned and started walking toward the back of the house. I crawled on my hands and knees behind him. Once we reached the basement, the first thing I saw was Jimmy's lifeless form in his cage, bound so severely that simply looking at him made my body ache.
Jimmy lay face down inside the small steel cage, completely naked. His hands and elbows were tied behind his back with ropes, with his elbows touching. Steel heavy-duty handcuffs were secured on his wrists. A single chain connected the handcuffs to the top of the cage, mercilessly pulling his bound arms upward, causing extreme stress and pain in his shoulders. His legs were folded with his ankles tied to his thighs, completely immobilizing his legs. A steel spreader bar was fastened between his knees, keeping his legs open and cock and ass exposed. His cock and balls were tied tightly and secured to the floor of the cage. A fucking machine was position behind him just outside the cage, with a giant dildo stuffed in his ass, slowly fucking him. He wore a heavy steel collar, which was fastened by a single chain to the top of the cage, pulling his head painful off the floor and facing forward. A giant ball gag was secured in his mouth. He was not blindfolded and his pretty blue eyes clearly showed that he's in pain. I cringed because it seemed like he had been in this position forever.
"I am going to give you a choice, fag slave." Master Hunter said, as I knelt at his feet. "Option 1: you go into the other cage with hands and feet shackled but generally comfortable. But you will be gagged and you and Jimmy will spend a long night together in silence. Option 2: I put you in the exact same bondage Jimmy is in, but will leave you un-gagged. I will also un-gag Jimmy so that you two can have a little slave heart-to-heart. What do you say, fag slave?"
I hesitated. Being bound like that for the whole night would be pure hell. But I also really wanted to have the chance to chat with Jimmy and learn about his story. Besides, my own Masters had put me in a lot of strict predicament bondage overnight lately and I now believed I had the ability to endure this. "I would like to chat with Jimmy, Master Hunter." I said, with my eyes respectfully fixated on his feet.
Soon enough I was locked in another cage in the same extreme hogtie position as Jimmy, with a fucking machine in my ass. I could already tell this was going to be a long night. Master Hunter extended his hands into Jimmy's cage and unbuckled his gag, but otherwise left his bondage intact. "Have fun, slaves." He turned and left the basement. We heard the metal door lock. I was quite excited because even though I had spent numerous nights down here with Jimmy in the past, we were always gagged and never had the opportunity to talk to each other. I was determined to get to know him.
"Hi Jimmy, I'm Steve. I'm glad we can finally speak to each other after so long!" I said, my body already protesting the extreme bondage position.
"Hi Steve." Jimmy said. This was the first time I heard his voice and he sounded young and unsure of himself, and clearly also straining from his bondage.
"I've heard my Masters talking about you, about you being straight and being held here against your will. Is that true?"
"That's 80% true." Jimmy sighed. "No I'm not gay and no I am not a slave willingly. But I did voluntarily enter this arrangement."
"But why?" I asked, not believing my ears. "Why would you agree to be a slave to another man if you don't want to, when you're not even gay?"
"Okay, fine. Here is what happened." Jimmy said.
"My parents died when I was a small child and I grew up in foster care. As soon as I graduated high school I joined the Marine Corps. Three years into my military service, I got drunk one night and fucked a teenage girl at a party off base. It turned out that her father was a Colonel and super protective of his daughter. I was almost immediately thrown in the brig while getting dishonorably discharged from the Marine Corps. The Colonel was still angry with me though and did not believe that was nearly enough punishment for me. He gave me two choices. One, he could officially charge me in military court and I could go to prison for raping a minor, at least 20 years behind bars. Two, he could arrange for me to serve my time for 10 years in a "private prison".
"I was young and naive and thought 10 years was much better than 20+ years so I decided to take the 2nd option. Big mistake! The day after I signed the paperwork, I was bound and gagged and transferred to Hunter's house and became his personal slave. I immediately regretted my decision and protested and said I changed my mind. But Hunter told me that he and the Colonel had an agreement that if for any reason I failed to serve my 10 years as Hunter's slave, the Colonel will have me killed! So I stayed. It turned out that he and the Colonel also had an agreement that while I am here, Hunter will treat me as harshly as possible to make me pay for raping the Colonel's daughter. You can't imagine the things he did to me! After a year or so I couldn't take it anymore and tried to escape. Hunter caught me and had kept me in heavy restraints ever since."
"Wow, that's crazy!" I said. "I feel so bad for you. I'm gay and naturally submissive and love to serve alpha males, and being a slave is still the hardest thing I've ever done. I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you!"
"Look at me." Jimmy said miserably. "It's not like I have a choice in the matter."
"Are you still thinking about escaping?" I asked.
"I know I can't." Jimmy said. "Hunter is twice as strong as me and could easily overpower me with one hand. Plus as you have seen, I'm never allowed to be free of bondage. So I know I stand zero chance of escaping. At this point I just hope to survive these 10 years and hope that Hunter will honor the agreement and set me free then. I've already done almost 3 years and have 7 more years of this life to go." He sounded so sad when he said that my heart ached for him.
"I'm so sorry." I said sincerely. "So what does Hunter have you do for him exactly?"
"Pretty much what you do as a slave, except that I don't enjoy it at all." Jimmy said. "Hunter put me through a lot of training sessions where I had to learn how to suck his dick, how to rim his ass, how to clean his feet with my tongue, how to take a dick or other things in my ass, etc. Do you do these for your Masters as well?"
"Yes I do." I said. "But like I said I actually enjoy serving them so this is not quite a burden. I like serving my Masters and making them feel good. Obviously there are aspects of my slavery I do not like, such as having to spend nights in uncomfortable bondage and all the punishments I receive from my Masters. But I realize that this is all part of being a slave and therefore I can't really complain. My Masters simply treat me in a way a fag slave like me should be treated."
"I wish I had your mentality." Jimmy said. "I also would rather be used by Hunter because when I'm serving him at least I'm usually only lightly bound and can actually stretch. The hardest part is when he's not using me - then he just likes to put me in extreme long-term bondage like this and leave me to suffer. By the way, we are not getting out of this position until at least tomorrow morning, and he likes to sleep in on Saturdays!"
"You think he's going to use us when he wakes up?" I asked.
"Oh he's going to use you for sure. I just hope that he will use me too so that I can finally get out of this bondage position."
"Let's hope so then."
On Saturday afternoon, Hunter invited his friend, a young cop named Danny to come to his house to watch college football. Danny was a muscular former college football player in his mid-20s with movie-star good looks, and had just discovered the wonders of being served by fag slaves. He took to the idea like fish to water and apparently came to the house often.
Hunter and Danny sat side by side on the big couch in the Den. They were both shirtless and wearing only basketball shorts, showing off their muscular bodies. They stretched out their legs and rested their huge bare feet on the footrest in front of the couch, beers in hand and yelling and laughing at the game showing on the big flatscreen TV. The typical scene of two bros watching football together that could be seen in millions of households across the country.
Except this scene also included two male slaves that were there to serve their every whim. Jimmy and I were on our knees, wearing nothing but our slave collars and cock cages, with our hands tied behind our backs and our feet crossed and bound together, licking Hunter and Danny's feet like our lives depended on it. I was worshipping Hunter's feet, while Jimmy was doing Danny's. We had been at it for well over an hour and their feet were very clean at this point. Still, without being told to stop, none of us dared to take a break from the licking. We were both still hurting from the extreme bondage last night and did not want to risk the Masters' wrath today.
"So, fag slave. How do you like serving me compared with serving your four Masters?" Hunter asked during a commercial break.
"I like serving you just like I like serving my Masters, Master Hunter." I answered honestly, briefly taking my mouth off his feet. "You are a dominant alpha male and it is my honor to be allowed to serve you."
"Wow, he really is a submissive fag!" Danny laughed from his seat. "Unlike this slave here, who always looks like it's such a burden to serve real men like us." He pointed to Jimmy, who was dutifully licking between Danny's toes.
"Well, Jimmy here is straight and I'm afraid has some of that former Marine's masculine pride, so he took a lot of breaking in just to get him to where he is today." Hunter said. "I think I broke him though, didn't I, slave?"
"Yes, Master." Jimmy answered.
"So how do you feel about being another man's slave?" Danny asked curiously. "Now that you're broken?"
"You must give an honest answer, slave!" Hunter warned.
Jimmy hesitated. I knew he was almost always gagged and rarely allowed to speak, so now when he was expected to do so, he was visibly nervous, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
"I guess I'm just at peace with being a slave now, Master Danny." Jimmy finally said. "In the beginning of my slavery I continued to believe that I was in fact a free man. But Master Hunter broke me and made me realize that I am now a slave and there is nothing I can do to change that. As a slave I do not have my own free will - my own preferences no longer matter and I simply have to do what I'm told."
"But how does it make you feel?" Danny pressed. "If you're straight and not naturally submissive like that fag slave over there, how does it make you feel to be on your knees and licking my feet? Most straight men will find it disgusting and humiliating!"
"I do not receive any pleasure from servicing your feet, Master Danny." Jimmy bravely said. "But as a slave it is my duty to obey my Masters, kind of like as a Marine it is my duty to obey my superior officers. When you order me to service your feet, I simply have to do it because I'm a slave and you are a Master. I might still feel humiliated, but a slave's feelings do not matter - Master Hunter has instilled that lesson in me."
Jimmy continued. "Another thing that helps for me to be at peace with being a slave is the recognition that both you and Master Hunter ARE in fact superior men than me. You're both bigger, stronger, and can easily take me in a fair fight. I realize that even if I'm not tied up, you can still easily overpower me and make me do whatever you want. My fellow Marines and I used to wrestle in the barracks and the loser would be bossed around by the winner. This is the natural order in the world of men and what I am doing right now is basically the same thing."
"Well well, what a good answer!" Danny grinned cockily. "In that case, why don't you go back to licking my feet, slave!"
Bound hand and foot, Jimmy and I resumed servicing the Masters' feet. The football game had started again.
After the game, Hunter and Danny fucked me and Jimmy doggie style. They kept us bound during the fucking and also gagged us with their completely sweat-soaked boot socks. They rotated between us a couple of times, with Danny finally finishing in me and Hunter in Jimmy.
After that Jimmy was put back into his cage in the basement, once again completely immobilized, while I was finally untied and ordered to serve them dinner. For this sort of chores the only restraints I was in were leg shackles and wrist cuffs that were connected by chains to a metal collar - the chains were long enough to allow freedom of movements so that I could complete my chores with relative ease. For me at this point, this was pretty much nothing because I was so used to at least having my hands tied behind my back. I was so accustomed to this position that I had developed a tendency to clasp my hands behind my back even when my hands were not tied.
I could see why dominant men preferred to see inferior men put their hands behind their backs when they interacted with them. Without one's hands in front of his body to protect him, a man was signaling his submission to a more dominant man, not unlike a lesser wolf in the wild showing his belly to a more dominant wolf. This symbolism was seen in the military context too, where lower-ranked soldiers were required to stand in "Parade Rest" when addressing higher-ranked soldiers, with their hands clasped behind their backs and their legs apart. In a Master-Slave context, a slave put his hands behind his back so that he became defenseless to his Master's strikes.
After dinner, Danny went home and Hunter decided to relax and read a book on his bed. He propped up a few pillows on his king-sized bed and sprawled out his huge body in all its naked glory, with his legs apart and his monster cock exposed for easy access. I lay in a relatively comfortable hogtie between his legs, with my head facing his cock, giving his balls a slow and sensual tongue bath. It was an intimate moment.
"I assume you spoke to Jimmy and heard his story?" Hunter suddenly said.
"Yes, Master Hunter." I was a little startled by the question.
"So what do you think?" He asked. "You may speak freely."
I had to think for a moment.
"I guess I still feel sorry for Jimmy, Master Hunter. I know he said earlier that he was at peace with being a slave now, and I believe he meant it. But that doesn't change the fact that he is not gay and forced into slavery against his will. If given the choice, he would for sure prefer to be set free. Being a fag slave to my Masters is pretty much a dream come true for me, and it is still the hardest thing I've ever done. I can't imagine how difficult it must be for Jimmy."
Hunter nodded. "I can see where you are coming from, fag slave. To be honest with you, initially I had reservation about this arrangement too because of the reason you just said. When the Colonel offered him to me, I didn't know in the beginning that he was straight and not into serving other men like you do. I only learned about his deal with the Colonel when he was delivered to me, after I already gave the Colonel my word that I would keep him as my slave for 10 years. And I always keep my word. Also, keep in mind that he DID do something wrong. He should not have fucked a teenage girl and it is only fair that he pays a price for his actions. Now I get that the price he is paying seems a little high, but he chose to do this on his own free will and now he has to live with the consequences."
"I understand, Master Hunter. But why do you have to treat him so harshly?" I asked. "Can't you make it a little easier for him to serve out his 10 years of slavery with you?"
"Because I gave the Colonel my word. The Colonel was angry with him and wanted his slavery to be a real punishment rather than simply a reduced prison term. Since he is avoiding spending at least 20 years in a real prison, the Colonel and I agreed that during his slavery to me he shall be treated like a slave and not a human being. In other words, we agreed that he should suffer. This is slavery, not a vacation."
"I guess I'm just a little worried about him, Master Hunter." I confessed. "You keep him in extreme bondage all the time! And are you actually going to release him after 10 years? It doesn't seem like there is anything he can do if you don't."
"Of course I'm going to free him when his time is up." Hunter said seriously. "I'm a man of my words and I will keep this one too. I WILL release him after he has served out his slavery."
"As for the bondage, one reason for that is that he did try to escape once and I can't let that happen again. Remember, unlike you Jimmy actually does not want to be a slave, so he has every incentive to run. In order to keep my word to the Colonel, I have to be 100% sure that he cannot escape or attack me."
"As for the extreme nature of the bondage, once again it's because he has to suffer and that's the easiest way for me to accomplish that. I work long hours as a police sergeant, which means that he spends most days by himself at the house. If I do not punish him by putting him in uncomfortable bondage positions, then his slavery would be nothing more than a slightly harder solitary confinement."
"Also, since he is not naturally submissive, extreme bondage helps put him in a more submissive mindset, which in turn makes slavery easier for him to endure. The more submissive a slave is, the easier his life gets. I assume you understand this."
"Yes I do, Master Hunter." I said. "When I fully submit to my Masters heart and soul, their punishments become easier to bear. I'm still working on this myself, Master Hunter."
"That's right, fag slave." Hunter nodded. "That's why I believe I'm actually doing him a favor by putting him in extremely uncomfortable bondage positions. And it's not like I'm not looking out for his well-being. You're never here to see this, but I actually force him to do a lot of workout sessions and stretches to maintain his fitness level and to prevent any muscle and joint problems from long-term bondage. Jimmy might be a lowly slave that I intentionally treat like shit, but I always make sure he is healthy and can go back to rejoin the society once his slavery is over."
"You've convinced me, Master Hunter." I said honestly. "Thank you for being such an honorable and compassionate Master."
"You're welcome, fag slave." Hunter smiled.
"Permission to express my gratitude by servicing your cock, Master Hunter?"
"Permission granted, fag slave. But that simple hogtie is not going to cut it. You're having it too easy compared with Jimmy."
"Please tighten my bondage and make me uncomfortable, Master Hunter." I begged. "And please use my mouth for your pleasure!"
I spent the rest of the weekend in various extreme bondage positions, servicing Master Hunter with my mouth and my hole. I now felt that Jimmy was lucky to have Hunter as his Master.
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