This story is an original work. It should not be reposted or reproduced in whole or in part without the author's consent. Copyright 2020 by Jeff Hamby. All rights reserved.
Warning: This story contains sexual acts between young adult males and/or females. If you do not enjoy this type of material, or if it is illegal in your country or place of residence, please stop reading immediately. This story is not in any way an accurate depiction of reality, and any relations to real persons or acts are unintentional. This story is fiction.
Thanks to J.S. for an idea in this story
Worshipping Jake
Chapter 7
It was a tough walk home from the field house. My ass was sore and bruised, both inside and out. My butt cheeks were still badly welted from the beating Jake had given me, and it felt like his big cock had turned my asshole inside out. Why did he have to be so rough? I mean, I never really even thought about getting fucked, but I always imagined that, if it did ever happen, it would be kinda... I dunno...romantic or something. Like, candles and love and all that. Not thrown over a bench in a stinky locker room and spit-roasted by two football players without even being asked.
I was seriously conflicted and thought about the situation as I limped my way home. On the one hand, Jake was truly the sexiest man I'd ever known. He was perfection to me, and I got hard at the thought of being allowed to worship him in any way. He was a football star and one of the most popular guys at school, while I was a total nobody. No, that wasn't true. I wasn't a nobody anymore. Not after that picture. Now I was the school freak, the perv with the tiny dick, as I'd been told over and over all day long. I was a laughingstock. Yet, in spite of all that, the hottest guy at school just took my cherry. I lost my virginity to Jake Curry, and I currently had his cum deep inside me. I'd licked his body and sucked his toes and cleaned his cleats, things I'd dreamed about but never thought would happen in a million years. I felt lucky, even blessed, to have be allowed to serve him and please his magnificent body. Half the girls in school, and maybe some of the guys, too, would kill to get a shot at Jake's body, and here I was with his cum in me.
On the other hand, though, Jake was the cause of my public ridicule. He'd posted that picture on my locker, and had shown me off to Tyler, too. I mean, Tyler was hot, but I wasn't ready for the world to know I liked guys, let alone that I had a foot fixation. Jake exposed me. That hurt a lot. And he was mean to me, too. Look at how he used me and treated me. Like I was his pet or something. No, more like I was his property.
The more I thought about it, though, the more my need to worship Jake took over my thoughts. I was lucky to be used by him, I figured. Jake had plenty of chances to get laid, and I know Tyler did, too. Our school, hell, the whole town, practically worshiped the football players, so neither of them lacked for attention. I figured I should be grateful Jake chose to use me. Yeah, it sucked when he beat me and exposed me, but I finally came to accept that I'd played a big part in that, too. After all, he did warn me what would happen if I disobeyed, and I clearly had. So, now I was paying the price, as horrible as it was, and that was on me. If I'd done as I was told, none of that would have happened. In some weird way, it felt like Jake was within his rights to discipline me, even though I hated every minute of it. I could only imagine how bad the penalty would be if I disobeyed him again. I kept turning the situation over and over in my mind. By the time I arrived at my house, I had concluded I deserved my punishment. I made up my mind I'd work hard to be more obedient to Jake, and to show more gratitude to him for the chance to worship his body, not to mention the fact that I was also getting to worship Tyler. While he wasn't as much my ideal as Jake was, Tyler was still sexy as hell, with big feet and a big dick.
I got lucky when I got home. I was able to get in and get to my bathroom without having to talk to my parents. I have no idea how I would have explained the fact that I was walking bowlegged and reeked of cum. I took a shower, then inspected my ass in the bathroom mirror. Not only did I still have noticeable welts from the belt Jake had used the day before, but now I had bruises from Jake's fingers where he grabbed my hips when he was ramming his cock into me. Looking at them, I was both disturbed and oddly proud to have Jake's marks on my body.
The next morning, Jake texted me his breakfast order as usual. Fortunately, it was a single order, as I was running low on money. When I arrived at the school, Jake showed up as usual, only without Tyler joining him. I presented Jake with his food, then dropped to my knees without being told and kissed his feet (it was another Chuck Taylor day). I noticed some dirt on the top of his shoe, and took a moment to lick it clean, not just for my own enjoyment, but because I wanted to show Jake my newfound devotion to him. Today just felt different, and I don't know why. Maybe it was because he fucked me, and it changed something inside my brain in a fundamental way. All I knew was that I felt extra close to him now, and also extra submissive as well. I wanted his shoes clean so he would look his best, and I recognized how lucky I was to get the chance to lick the dirt off his shoes, too.
"I've got something for you, faggot. Stand up," Jake ordered, snapping his fingers. I stood, and he handed me a folded piece of paper. It had a guy's name and a long number written on it. "That's the name of a guy at the movie theater over by the mall. He's a buddy of mine. Used to be on the football team here a couple of years back," Jake explained. "He's gonna give you a job. You're gonna go there right after school today and ask for him. Give him that number, too, cocksucker."
"Um, a job, Sir?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, fag," Jake replied. "You were whining about being too broke to buy me breakfast. So, I got you a job. Don't fuck this up, either. Hunter is a bud of mine. If you embarrass me, I'm gonna beat your ass, understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I nodded.
"Well?" Jake asked. "What do you say, you stupid bitch?"
"Oh, uh, thank you Sir!" I dropped to my knees again and kissed his sneakers once more. I heard Jake snigger as he pulled his feet out from under my lips and walked away.
I carefully folded the paper and put it in my pocket, then headed into the school. I stopped off at the boy's restroom to take a leak. When I finished, I turned around and saw Connor Hicks standing just inside the doorway, staring at me with an evil grin on his face. Connor and I weren't friends. He was two years below me. He was a freshman, though pretty well developed for his age. He played on the freshman baseball and basketball teams. Connor talked a lot and liked attention. He was always trying to be the center of attention wherever he went, so everybody kind of knew who he was. His assigned locker was directly below mine. We'd said hi once or twice while at our lockers, but that was it. We didn't, like, know each other. So, I had no idea why he was staring at me. I figured it was probably about the nude picture. There was no way he wouldn't have seen it as soon as he went to open his locker.
"Sup, perv?" he said, an arrogant grin on his face.
"Fuck off, dude! I'm not a pervert," I retorted. I went to walk past him, but Connor moved and blocked the door. Even though he was only a freshman, Connor was still a little bigger than me. He was about 5'11, thin, but toned. He had light brown hair and big, soulful brown eyes. High cheekbones and dimples made him look handsome and very wholesome, though I instantly suspected that wasn't the case. I could see where he was trying to grow some whiskers on his chin, but they were still thin and sparse. He was wearing a baseball cap turned around backwards on his head, which seemed to be his favorite look. For someone so thin, though, he looked pretty strong. Plus, I'm not really a fighter, so I didn't want to tangle with Connor if I didn't have to, especially not first thing in the morning.
"Nah, fuckwad, you ain't going nowhere until you explain what was going on out there," he said.
"What...what are you talking about," I stammered. "Going on where?"
"Out in the parking lot, dumbass," Connor said. "What? You think you're the only one that gets to school early?"
I sighed. I couldn't think of a quick lie, so I decided denial was the best course of action. "Look dude, I don't know what you think you saw..."
"Oh, I know what the fuck I saw. I saw you kneeling in the middle of the parking lot kissing Jake Curry's feet and licking his shoes. What the hell was that, freak? I know Jake's not a fag, but obviously you are. You get off on guys' feet or something, perv?" Connor demanded.
"No! No, it's not like that! It's...you see...um..." I couldn't think of what to say. I felt myself turning red with embarrassment. I had been afraid from the very first day Jake made me kiss his feet in public that someone would see me doing it, but I guess I got so caught up in obeying him I'd forgotten the risk. Now here were the results, staring me in the face. Connor could tell I was lying. I knew he could, because a really evil grin started spreading across his face. The look in his eyes made me really scared. As much as Connor loved to brag, there was no telling what he would do.
"Yeah, I get it," he said. "That's exactly what it is, huh? Don't even try to lie to me, faggot. You get off kissing guys' feet. It's written all over your face, dude. Bet that has something to do with that pic of you with your little hardon, doesn't it?"
I didn't respond. I just looked at the ground, too ashamed to look Connor in the eye.
"You staring at my feet now, fucker? Huh? Bet you wanna kiss 'em, don't ya? Bet you're getting a tiny little chubby just thinking about perving on my feet, ain't ya?" he sneered.
I hadn't been thinking about his feet, actually. I was too mortified at the thought that someone saw me kissing Jake's feet to even think about anything else. But now that he'd mentioned it, I noticed that he was wearing a pair of dark blue Nike high top basketball shoes. They looked pretty scuffed, like he'd had them a while. His jeans kind of pooled around the tops of them, so I could see almost his entire shoe. His feet were pretty big, definitely bigger than mine; probably about a size 11 or so. Dammit! Now I was staring at his feet, just like he said. I felt myself turning even deeper red from the humiliation of being called out by this freshman kid. Even though he was younger than me, he was still bigger, and clearly in control of this situation.
"Yeah, "Connor said arrogantly, "I think that's exactly what it is. I think you're a freak with a thing for jock feet, and you can't even think about anything else. I bet you wanna kiss my feet right now, don't ya bitch?" He paused, obviously waiting on an answer.
"No," I practically whispered. But I heart wasn't in it.
"Look at me, queer," Connor demanded. When I didn't raise my head, he reached out and grabbed me by the chin and pulled my face up to meet his. He looked me straight in the eyes. "You want to kiss my feet, don't ya?"
I couldn't look him in the eyes any longer. I dropped my gaze, and simply nodded, resigned to the humiliation my admission bought.
"Yeah, I knew it. Get down on your knees then, fag. Kiss my fucking feet," Connor ordered, a note of triumph in his voice.
I slowly sank to my knees on the cold bathroom tile. Somehow, this was even worse than the parking lot. Like most boy's bathrooms, it wasn't super clean. Plus, anyone could walk in at any moment and see me down on my knees in front of this freshman jock, kissing his feet. Somehow, this felt even dirtier than doing it in the middle of the parking lot. And while Connor was cute, he certainly wasn't in Jake's league, or even Tyler's. But I really didn't have a choice. Maybe, I hoped, if I did what he wanted, he'd keep his mouth shut. With Connor, that was probably asking a lot. He loved to brag.
"Please, Connor, you can't tell anyone, dude. Please I'm fucking begging you! Don't say anything!"
Connor pushed his right foot towards me. "Think you'd sound better begging me not to tell if you were kissing my Nikes while you did it, faggot," he smirked. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his foot, then the other one, right on the tops of his shoes. As close as my face was to the bathroom floor, I could smell the combination of disinfectant and piss that made up the permanent odor of the bathroom. I also got a whiff of the odor of Connor's sweat coming off his shoes. They must be the shoes he played basketball in. I continued begging him not to say anything while I planted kisses on his feet.
"Yeah, well, we'll see, bitch," Connor said with a nasty laugh. He turned and walked to the door, leaving me on my knees on the bathroom floor. I got up as he was walking out, just as someone else started walking in. That was sure a close call!
I walked toward Jake's first class to deliver his book to him as usual, trying to figure out what Connor was up to. Would he tell people about me? Or something worse? Should I tell Jake what happened? I turned that one over in my mind several times and decided to keep my mouth shut about Connor for now. Sure, if I told Jake, he might jerk a knot in Connor's ass. He might make him leave me alone and keep his mouth shut. Jake could easily kick Connor's ass if he wanted to, and he had the status and prestige to turn Connor into a social nobody if he chose. With the size of his ego, Connor would hate that more than anything. But, at the same time, Jake might blame me and beat my ass instead; or worse, he might stop using me altogether. As much as I sometimes hated the way he used me or the things he did, the only thing worse was the thought of not being used by him. I had become addicted to Jake -- to his body, his orders, and his control.
The day passed slowly. Other students still catcalled me in the hallways and made fun of me for the nude picture. It hurt and embarrassed me each time someone said something, but it happened a lot less than the day before, which was good. I could tell, though, I was now a social outcast. No one wanted to be around me, and the few friends I did have were suddenly very distant. That hurt, but I'd never been super popular anyway. It made serving Jake mean that much more to me, somehow.
Just before last period, I stopped by my locker to change out mine and Jake's books. Connor was getting some stuff out of his locker just below mine. As I reached for my locker, he straightened up and looked me dead in the eye.
"You're giving me your locker, faggot," he suddenly demanded.
"Um, what?"
"You heard me fag," he said. "I don't see any reason I should have to stoop over to every time I need to get my stuff. So, you're giving me your locker, and you're taking mine on the bottom. Besides, you'd probably enjoy being down there closer to my feet anyway. Not to mention my dick."
I just stared at him. I wasn't sure what to say.
"Tomorrow morning, before first period. You're gonna meet me here and swap our stuff." He turned and walked off like he didn't expect any arguments from me, just obedience. Great. I could see Connor was going to be a problem, and I still had no idea how to deal with him.
After school let out, I headed over to the mall for the job interview Jake had set up for me. I walked in the movie theater and one of the employees directed to Hunter. He wasn't what I was expecting, that's for sure. Hunter was a few years older, probably about 21 or 22. You could tell just from looking at him he was a jock or was at one point. He was a smaller than Jake and a lot smaller than Tyler, only about 5'10, but with a trim build. He looked like he spent a good bit of time working out. He wasn't as sculpted at Jake, just nicely built, with broad shoulders and small, tight pecs, tapering down to a small waist. Hunter had dark hair in a tight buzz cut, with dark eyes to match. His long eyelashes made his eyes very striking. He was talking to a customer when I approached, and I saw him smile. Wow, what a smile! Bright white perfect teeth, accented by a small line of short, dark whiskers framing his chin. If he smiled at me like that, I might just melt.
Once Hunter finished with the customer, I walked over and introduced myself, and told him I was there for a job interview. That amazing smile of his instantly disappeared.
"Oh, yeah," he said, looking me up and down. "You're the kid Jake sent over. Follow me."
He turned and walked towards a door near the back of the concession counter. I noticed he walked with a pronounced limp. I followed him down a hallway into a small office. I mean small. There was room for a desk and a chair, but nowhere for another person to sit. Hunter sat behind the desk, which left me standing there awkwardly. He started looking me over again, not saying a word. I began to get uncomfortable. It felt like I was being inspected.
"Yeah," he said finally, "you'll do. You're going to be our new cleanup guy. Sweeping the theaters, scrubbing the bathrooms, that kind of shit. Normally, we rotate all those jobs around the staff, but Jake told me you love that kind of thing, so that'll be your new job. He also said you give pretty give head, too. Show me, fag."
I think my mouth fell open, and I know I turned deep red with embarrassment. Jake told him I sucked cock! And now this total stranger was demanding I suck him off. Hunter was looking me straight in the eyes, like he was daring me to say no. I remembered Jake's warning to me that morning: if I embarrassed him in front of Hunter, he'd would beat my ass. Considering my ass was still sore from the last time I'd disobeyed Jake, I didn't dare risk that. From the look in his eyes, there was a good possibility Hunter would kick my ass as well, just for good measure. This whole job situation was rapidly going downhill for me, so I did the only thing I could think of to save myself: I dropped to my knees in front of Hunter.
Hunter unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was right about seven and a half inches long, tightly circumcised, with a prominent mushroom head. It was straight as an arrow, and already getting hard. I leaned forward and put it in my mouth. Hunter put his hands on the back of my head and locked them together, holding my head down so that I couldn't have taken his cock out of my mouth if I tried. He began moving my head up and down on his cock. By now, his prick was hard as a steel rod, and he was jamming my head down on it so hard it was hurting my throat. He pumped my head on his cock for a few minutes before he blasted his load down my throat, holding my head down on his cock until I'd swallowed it all. Hunter then grabbed my hair and moved my head down to his balls. They smelled sweaty from being in his pants all day. He let me lick and suck them a while. While I was doing it, I noticed something strange: Hunter's cock was still hard. Like, rigid, can't-wait-to-cum hard. Hard and throbbing. After having me suck on his balls for a bit, Hunter pulled my head back on his cock and fucked my face some more, this time really ramming his cock into my throat. I was amazed. It was like he hadn't cum just a few minutes before. If anything, his cock was harder, and he was more energetically fucking my mouth than the first time. The second time took longer, though. By the time Hunter filled my mouth with his second load, my lips and jaw were sore from him ramming his cock in my mouth. After he came the second time, I sucked the last few drops off his cock before he pushed me away, knocking me back on my butt as he stood up and zipped his pants.
"Not bad," he remarked. "You'll get better with practice. Now, there's some new hire paperwork you have fill out." He handed me a folder with some papers in it and a pen. "Take these out to the lobby and do them there. Bring them back here when you're done, cocksucker. Don't take all fucking day, either. " "Yes, sir," I said automatically. I don't know if I called him sir because he was my new boss, or because I'd become accustomed to referring to anyone who stuck their cock down my throat as `sir'.
I took the paperwork out to the lobby area and filled it all in. I noticed a few of the other employees taking glances at me, and one or two of them staring at me. I wasn't sure why and wouldn't have put it all together if I hadn't dropped the pen. When I bent over to pick it up, I saw it: dirt all over the knees of my pants. It was pretty obvious I'd been on my knees, and they'd all seen me follow Hunter back to the office. It didn't take a genius to figure out I'd been sucking his cock. Great. Just great. Now everyone at my new jobs was going to know I was a fag. This day couldn't get any worse at this point. I finished the paperwork, trying to avoid making eye contact with any of the other staff members.
When I returned to the office and handed the paperwork to Hunter, he closed the door again.
"Jake said you're some kind of a foot perv. Lick my shoes while I make sure you did all this right, bitch."
I got back down on my knees and bent over to lick his shoes. He was wearing black men's leather dress shoes, which looked like they hadn't been polished in a while. I started licking them all over while he reviewed my paperwork. After a bit, he even tilted up both his feet. I knew what he wanted and started licking the soles. They were nasty: bits of old popcorn, dust and dirt, and sticky stuff I figured might have been soda spilled on the floors of the theater. My mouth began to taste very foul as I cleaned his soles. I was very glad when he interrupted me.
"Yo, fag, Jake told me he gave you a piece of paper to bring to me. Where is it?"
I sat up and pulled the paper out of my wallet and handed it to him. He began to copy the number on it on to another form. Not sure what he wanted, I decided to err on the side of caution and began licking his shoes some more, though this time just the tops. Finally, he moved his shoes back under the desk and told me to stand up.
"All right, cocksucker, you need to sign this form. This is the last one." He shoved a paper at me and handed me a pen. I looked at the form. It was a direct deposit form, to have my check deposited straight into my checking account. Problem was, I don't have a checking account. I looked at the account number Hunter had written on the form and recognized it was the same number Jake had given me on the paper that morning.
"Um...but...I don't understand," I said, then added, "sir."
"What's not to understand, faggot? Jake's making you work here because he wants you to work here. We worked out a mutually beneficial arrangement: I get a cumdump and someone to do the work all my employees hate, and Jake gets extra cash. Your paycheck will be deposited directly into Jake's bank account. He told me you wanted it that way. You saying he's a liar, faggot?" Hunter glared at me like he was daring me to complain, like he might just enjoy beating my ass if I did. I swallowed, hard.
"No, sir. You're correct, sir."
"Yeah," Hunter said, "that's what I thought, fag." He threw one of the employee shirts at me. "Black slacks, black shoes, bitch. Be here Saturday night at six. Now get the fuck out of here. You smell like cock."
I left as quickly as I could, trying to avoid the other employees. I'm sure at least one or two students from my school worked there, so between the picture of me naked everyone had seen, and my new coworkers seeing my dirty knees from sucking off Hunter, I figured my reputation would precede me at work. I wasn't looking forward to Saturday night, that was for sure. I was kind of stunned. My first real job interview, and instead of being asked questions, a total stranger just helped himself to fucking my mouth, not once but twice. I felt like a complete and total slut, being used like that by someone I'd just met. I was so caught up in those feelings of shame, I couldn't even get my mind around the fact that Jake would be taking my entire paycheck.
It was getting dark, and I wasn't looking forward to the walk home. I was surprised when Jake's truck pulled up beside me as I was leaving the theater. He rolled down the window and told me to get in.
As I climbed in, Jake looked at me hard. "Did you take good care of Hunter, faggot?"
"Yes, Sir. I did everything he told me to do," I replied, blushing.
"Good. He told you the deal about the job? Your pay?"
"Yes, Sir," I sighed. "You're going to take all of it? I'm basically working for free?"
"No, cunt, you are working to pay your bills. You owe me breakfast every day, and lunch, and food for any of my friends I choose. You whined you were broke, bitch. That money has to come from somewhere, now doesn't it? You don't expect me to pay for all that, do you, you selfish fag?"
"No, Sir. It's just that...I was saving up to try and get a car and all," I said sadly, hanging my head.
"Looks like you'll be walking for a while, cocksucker. Remember: your ass is mine. Ha! Like, literally!" Jake laughed. "Now get over here and suck my cock."
I put my head in his lap and pulled his magnificent cock out of his pants. I could tell he'd taken a shower after practice as usual, because he smelled clean, like body wash. I started sucking on his cock while Jake drove. I was glad his truck sat so high, so that no one could see me blowing him. Since Jake was driving, I was able to just worship his cock, licking the big head, really working it with my mouth without him fucking my face. I had no idea where he was driving me to, but I didn't care as long as I got to keep his huge cock in my mouth. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if he was naked, so I could see his perfect body while I sucked on his big dick.
I felt Jake pull in somewhere, then stop. He put the truck in park, then reach down and grabbed my head, shoving his cock all the way into my throat. He began roughly fucking my throat, which was already a bit sore from Hunter pounding my tonsils. Jake fucked my face repeatedly, then let out a loud groan and filled my mouth with his cum. There was nothing I loved better than the taste of Jake's cum; it was like ambrosia to me, a sacrament from the jock god I worshiped and adored.
When Jake let me up off his cock, I leaned back in the seat to catch my breath. I realized he'd driven us back to the school, which at least was a lot closer to my house. Jake put his cock back in his pants, then pulled out his wallet. He took out a number of bills.
"Open," he commanded. I obediently opened my mouth. Jake stuffed the bills into my mouth. "That's the food fund, cocksucker. You use that to buy what I tell you to buy. You bring me a receipt each morning, got it? At the end of the week, you bring me anything left over. Every. Single. Penny. Can you keep all that in your little cum-soaked brain, bitch?
"Yes, Sir, I understand," I said, removing the money from my mouth. "Thank you, Sir."
"Put that shit in your pocket, fuckhead," Jake ordered. He reached behind him into his gym bag and pulled out his jock strap and socks. They reeked of his sweat from practice. He didn't have to tell me what he wanted: I automatically opened my mouth. Jake stuffed his sweaty socks in my mouth, then draped his jock over my face so the pouch was right over my nose. My entire head was suddenly filled with the smell of Jake's sweaty balls.
"You've got chores to do at my house on Saturday, fag, so plan accordingly. Now, get the fuck out of my truck, cunt. I got places to be," Jake said curtly.
I climbed down out of his truck, and Jake roared out of the darkening parking lot. I began to walk home, keeping his socks in my mouth and the jockstrap over my face as long as I dared to do so. As I sucked Jake's sweat out of his socks, I reflected back over the day. Overall, it had been another degrading and humiliating day. My efforts to remain in the closet, both about being gay and being a foot lover, were rapidly failing, despite my best efforts. I'd been used by a complete stranger, and now Jake had decided to not only pimp me out to his friends for sexual purposes, but basically to treat me as an actual slave, working for no wages to make him money. I couldn't believe I'd fallen so low and gotten myself into this situation. At the same time, though, I'd just sucked off the hottest jock in the school, and was walking home with a hard dick, sniffing his sweaty jockstrap, and sucking the dirt and foot sweat out of his socks. Somehow, that seemed to make the rest of it all worth it. I realized at that moment I had no self respect, but I didn't care. Not as long as I had Jake to worship.
The next morning, I delivered Jake his breakfast along with his freshly cleaned jockstrap and socks. I kissed his feet (Chuck Taylors again today), and he dismissed me. I was all the way inside the school before I caught sight of Connor. Fuck! I'd forgotten about Connor! He was standing next to our lockers, with a piece of paper in his hand and a smug look on his face.
"About time, fag. Guess you were busy licking Jake's cleats or something, huh?" He sniggered. "This is the combination to my old locker, your new one," he said, handing me the paper. "Now, follow me."
Connor took off walking down the hallway. I had no idea where we were going, but figured I'd better follow him. I still didn't know what game he was playing, but I really didn't want him running his mouth. And Connor loved to run his mouth!
He led me down one of the back hallways towards to shop classrooms, then into the nearby boy's bathroom. It was the smallest bathroom in the school, with only two stalls and two urinals. Connor locked the bathroom door as soon as we got inside. I immediately began to worry. I figured he was about to beat my ass.
"OK bitch, time for the truth. Why are you kissing Curry's feet every day in the parking lot? Don't fucking lie to me, either." I hung my head, blushing. Not only did I not want Connor knowing why, I was too humiliated by it all to tell anyone. Connor interpreted my silence for defiance. He reached out and slapped me hard across the face.
"Spill it, bitch. I already know you've been sucking his cock."
I was stunned. How could he know that? I started stammering out the whole story, beginning with me licking Jake's shoe in class, the pictures and videos, everything. I left out Jake and Tyler fucking me in the locker room, as well as my new job at the theater, a large part of which was apparently blowing my boss.
When he was satisfied with my story, Connor looked at me with a sneer on his face. "Yeah, I knew you weren't nothing but a faggot pervert. I think you need to get down on your knees again and beg me not to tell the whole school. This story is almost too good to keep secret." I immediately feel to my knees and started begging while kissing his feet, just like the morning before. I begged and pleaded, even licking the tops of his Nike high tops to try and appease him.
"What's it worth to you, faggot? What is it worth for me to keep your secret?"
I couldn't look him in the eye. "Whatever you want, Connor. I'll...I'll suck your cock if you want. How did you know I was sucking Jake, anyway? Did he tell you?"
"Ha!" Connor laughed. "No, dumbass. I didn't know. It was a guess. You're the one that told me, just now. And you're gonna do a whole lot more than that for me, fucker. Anything I want, huh? Let's see you prove it. Open your mouth, bitch."
I couldn't believe I'd been played like that by a freshman. Even this young jock was able to manipulate me any way he wanted to, it seemed. I opened my mouth, expecting him to stick his cock in it. It seemed it was becoming a pattern in my life: jocks fucking my mouth. Connor, however, grabbed my chin, then hawked up a huge ball of spit and spit it right in my mouth. It was completely gross. He stared at me hard, without saying a word, so I closed my mouth and swallowed it. Satisfied, Connor unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was soft, but still pretty sizable. He was cut and about six inches soft. Damn, this freshman was bigger soft than I was hard! I figured he wanted me to blow him, so I leaned in, but he grabbed me by the hair and stopped me, holding my head in place. I glanced up at him to figure out what was going on. That's when he let loose a torrent of piss, right into my mouth! It was totally disgusting and foul. Connor was pissing in my mouth, using me like I was one of the urinals about two feet away. He didn't stop pissing, either. My mouth quickly filled up, and I was almost instantly faced with a terrible dilemma: swallow his nasty piss, the thought of which made me sick; or spit it out, in which case I would no doubt end up covered in it, and stink of piss the entire day. It was a no-win situation for me.
I started swallowing. It was disgusting, and I almost hurled from the taste, but it was better than having to walk the hallways even for a minute soaked in another guy's piss. I somehow choked down Connor's urine. There was a lot of it. He kept pissing, like it was the most natural thing in the world, a big grin on his face the entire time. I could tell he was enjoying the power of degrading me like this. It was feeding his already huge ego.
When he finally emptied his bladder, Connor shook off his cock into my mouth, then released my head. "You're a fucking nasty faggot. I can't believe you just drank my piss, you pervert. Hope you liked the taste. You're gonna get that and more. Now, get up and let's go get my stuff moved into my new locker. Oh! Wait. Look at that, fag." He pointed with his shoe. There were several drops of piss on the floor. They must have missed my mouth as I was swallowing. "Lick those up fag. Now." I leaned over. Somehow, this was even more disgusting than drinking Connor's piss had been. I kept thinking about how nasty the school bathroom floor was: all those feet walking over it in dirty shoes, hundreds of guys dribbling piss all over the place. I slowly stuck out my tongue and cleaned Connor's piss off the floor, trying not to retch as I did it.
Once he was satisfied I'd swallowed every drop of his piss, Connor led me back to our lockers. I unlocked my locker on top, then used the paper he'd given me to unlock his on bottom. I began transferring my stuff into the bottom locker, while neatly arranging his stuff in the top locker. All the while, the little fucker just stood there, leaning against the other lockers with his arms crossed, a smug look of total alpha superiority on his face. By the time all of his stuff was moved into the top locker, it was almost first period, and the hallways were filled with kids. I was writing the combination to my old locker on a piece of paper for Connor when he looked down.
"Look at that, fag. Seems my shoe's untied. Fix it."
Sure enough, his left sneaker was untied. I glanced around. There were kids everywhere in the hallway.
"Like, right here? Now?" I asked in a whisper.
"Yes, bitch," Connor replied, a little too loud. "Now. Don't make me tell you again."
I figured if I didn't obey him, Connor would really make a scene. I still couldn't believe a freshman two years younger than me was bossing me around and using me like this. As it was, no one seemed to be paying attention. I knelt down like I was going to open my locker, but instead reached over and tied Connor's Nike real quick. I glanced around and saw at least two girls who noticed what I was doing as they walked by. I felt myself turning beet red and hot with embarrassment.
I stood up as quickly as I could. Connor handed me back the paper with his new combination on it. "Add your phone number, bitch. I have a feeling I'm going to find plenty of other uses for you."
My heart sank. This situation was getting worse and worse. But I didn't have time to figure it out now, or even protest. I had to get to Jake's first class and deliver his book to him, then get to my class. I scrawled my number on the paper and handed it back to Connor. He just grinned and walked away without another word. I grabbed Jake's first period book and took off down the hallway, wondering how long it would be before I could get the horrible taste of Connor's piss out of my mouth.
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