Chapter 3

Number 9, previously known as Ben Whitaker, was lying on the floor with his mouth open, quivering anticipation running through his entire naked body. He couldn’t see anything, of course. After all, that was the whole point of that sadistic, yet unreasonably arousing training session, wasn’t it? So he was beyond concentrated. He was going to get this one right. He needed to. So desperately. His pulse was racing. The silence was deafening. He could picture one of them puckering his gorgeous lips. And then the wad of spit hit him right in the back of his throat. He closed his mouth and savored it. It was slimy, of course and gross. But it was spit. How the hell was he supposed to know? His heart sank once again. Another shot in the dark.

“C’mon, bitch! You should be able to tell by now!” said Master Alec, snickering.

“Y ... yes, Sir...” Ben lied “That was...” he paused “Master Kitt’s...”

Their loud cackling filled the room.

“No, you stupid fuck!! That was mine!!” said Master Alec, slapping his face roughly with his naked foot. The boy’s smell raped the fag’s brain. Ben suppressed the urge to lick it.

“Fuck, you really are dumb, aren’t you?” added Master Kitt’s amused baritone.

Why did it have to be spit? Ben was so much better with other stuff like their body odor. He could totally tell them apart now. He was good at that!

“I’m so sorry, Masters!!” whined Ben. He had failed yet again and now dreaded what was coming.

“So, where do you want it, bitch?” chirped Master Alec. It wasn’t a real question, of course. Ben knew that much. The only acceptable reply was...

“M ... my balls ... S ... sir...” he was whimpering. He couldn’t help it. The pain that was coming was soo fucking intense.

“And why your balls, bitch?” pressed Master Alec. Every single time. Just like a mantra.

“Because I don’t need them, Sir, I’m just a useless faaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!” he cried as the sudden lash took his breath away.

“Yep! Good answer, slave! Hehehe!” snickered Master Kitt.

He arched his body and moaned loudly again but a foot covered his mouth and nose.

“Shut the fuck up, homo!” ordered Master Alec.

They were using a crop from Master Kitt’s horse-back riding days and to say that they were not holding back was putting it very, very mildly. Ben’s whole body was screaming to him. He felt like he was gonna be sick any second now. He couldn’t even breath and tears mixed with sweat were covering his face. Yet his dick was hard. Why was his dick this hard? It had been for ... what ... weeks now? Of course he was addicted to being humiliated and abused, but pain? The two gorgeous studs that were training him had somehow flipped a switch on him and added a new item to the long, long list of Ben’s perversions. And if the slave was being completely honest with himself, he was actually kinda grateful. Despite the agony, his tongue inadvertently pressed hungrily on the foot sole that was squashing his face, unable to resist any longer. It was Master Kitt’s. The smell and the taste were so clear to him at this point. He rolled his eyes up in blissful lust. He could barely breathe from the pain running through his body yet he was hungrily and subserviently licking the foot of the boy who had just caused said pain. His dad and brothers would be so proud if they could see him. But there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried to suppress it. It was useless. Licking feet brought him purpose and pure joy. Even some sort of very twisted version of pride. It was hands down his favorite. Just like an obedient dog that shows its masters how much it appreciates them. It made him feel so complete.

“Is he fucking licking your foot?” Master Alec asked his buddy.

“You bet! Hehehe!” Master Kitt snickered.

“Hahaha! Stupid fuck! This is what you were born for, you hear?!!” commented Master Alec and gave him three more lashes on his ass. How many times had he been told that simple truth? Countless. Ben moaned horny as fuck “Look at his fucking dicklet. He loves this! Fucking freak!”

“We shouldn’t have to look at that shit!” Said Master Kitt a little annoyed.

“Yeah, but hitting his balls through his underwear is no fun, bro!” complained Master Alec.

“Yeah, no shit! That’s why we need the cage, bro!!” master Kitt insisted. They had obviously talked about it before.

“Dude, he’s not gonna cave this time! You’re not gonna get it!” stated Master Alec.

“Tsk! It’s like you don’t know me at all, bro! I always get my way!” boasted Master Kitt, snorting dramatically.

“Whatever, man!”

The two straight boys cackled some more, kicking the fag around and the second Master Kitt’s foot left Ben’s lips the slave hurried to say:

“Thank you, Masters! Thank you for teaching me!”

“Sure, no problem, bitch!” Said Master Kitt.

He was required to say that. Every single time he got punished. But it was actually starting to come fairly natural to Ben. Yeah. Only three weeks into the Taming and he was already getting used to it. He wasn’t a complete waste of space after all.

“Alright, so that makes it 17 wrong and 4 right.” announced Master Alec “Gotta say, that’s pretty fucking bad even for a dumb queer!”

“You’re right, Sir ... I’m so sorry...” the slave sniveled “I’ll ... I’ll do better...”

“We’ve been at it for like an hour, bitch!” pointed out Master Kitt “How much more of our spit do you wanna swallow, you fag-pig?

“Yeah, it’s like you don’t wanna learn! Wait a minute. Are you doing it on purpose? Do you like it that much?” asked Master Alec.

“No, Sir ... I mean, yes! Of course! I absolutely love to swallow your spit, Masters! It’s the greatest honor I could hope for!” he was messing it up as usual “What I meant was that I’m not doing it on purpose, Sir! I do wanna learn, I really do!” Ben tried to explain “ I just ... they ... they sort of taste the same, you see...” he said cautiously “Godly, of course...” he added “but ... like ... very, very similar...”

There was silence. Two, three whole seconds of it. And then the crop hit his balls again, this time harder than ever.

“You dumb cunt! Can’t you do anything right?” shouted Master Kitt, hitting him again “When we say you were born for this shit, it means that’s all you’re good for! How many times do we have to tell ya?!” Lash after lash as the slave was trying to lift his legs up to protect his genitals as his hand were obviously tied behind his back “And you wanna tell us that you can’t even manage the easiest of your fag duties?” more slashes as Ben was moaning and crying, begging him to stop “Do you think we deserve a defective slave? Huh? Cause that’s what you are!”

“Noooo ... please Master, pleeeaseee!” he cried sticking his tongue out blindly, hoping to find a foot he could lick. But he got kicked right in the face instead.

“‘Please’ what, bitch? Do you even know what you’re begging for?!” said Master Alec sternly.

“Forgive me!!” he yelped “Please forgive me, masters! I swear, I’ll learn! Please be patient with this dumb faggot, I’ll get better, I promise! But I’m not as smart as you! I’m not even human anymore! Please forgive this stupid fag slave! Gimme a chance to become the slave you deserve! Please! I beg you!” he said it all in one desperate breath. The beating had stopped and his heart was pounding in his chest. The pain was unbearable. And once again there was silence.

Then one of them started roughly taking off his blindfold with his foot. His wet eyes adjusted to the light. And suddenly there they were. Gorgeous and perfect straight teenage gods. Master Kitt was wearing a wife beater, Alec, a Boston Celtics jersey. They both had shorts and they were obviously barefoot. Ben just couldn’t help thinking how lucky he had been. They were towering over his weak body, one on each side, smirking wildly.

“Alright, fag!” said Master Alec, sexily passing a hand through his long blond hair “If you really wanna get a second chance, I got an idea.” He said. Ben immediately knew that it couldn’t be good. But he wanted to be up for it so fucking bad “I think it’s high time we give this bitch something a little tastier than spit. What do you say, bro?” he asked Kitt.

“Well, I don’t know! Not sure he deserves it! He’s fucking useless!” replied Master Kitt, slapping his face hard with his foot again. Ben loved that and immediately stuck his tongue out frantically. Every little taste of it was heaven.

“Aww! Have a heart, c’mon! Look at him!” Master Alec mocked him.

“Fine!” snickered Master Kitt.

“Awesome! Now we already know Dil pissed on you like a million times...” Master Alec began “ ... but he said he never made you drink it. Is that right?”

“Y ... yes, Sir...” confirmed Ben whose eyes were showing a fair amount of horror that was not lost on the two boys.

“Oh, yeah, fag! It’s your lucky day! Hehe!” Master Kitt snickered “Now, c’mon! You know what to do!”

The fag swallowed hard to get a little courage.

“Please, Masters! Would you please let me drink your tasty piss?” his voice faltered a little at the end, making them cackle.

“What’s wrong, bitch? Fraid you can’t stomach it?” asked Master Alec.

“No, no! Sir!! I would love to be able to drink your piss, Sir! It’s such an honor for a faggot like me. I can’t...”

“Fine, fine! Shut up!” Master Alec cut him off.

They both started raising their shirts and then lowering their shorts. And in seconds the boys’ dicks were out. Ben was in complete and utter awe. It was the first time he ever saw them. His owners’ dicks. Perfection. Pure fucking perfection. He was nothing compared to them. He was more and more convinced of that.

“Open up, fag!” Said Master Alec. And then the two golden streams hit the back of his throat. Now, it wasn’t his first time tasting piss, of course. A piss drop here and there dangling from the tip of a dirty dick. That happened to him daily. But drinking a gallon of it was another story altogether.

“Fucking swallow it, bitch!” they said as he was trying his hardest not to throw up. His eyes were closed and stinging. He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the acrid liquid which was obviously overflowing from his mouth, drenching his face, hair, neck, upper body “You’re wasting all of it, fag! Fucking drink it!!” complained Master Alec.

“Guys! Lunch is ready!” someone’s voice called from the hall.

“Shit!” Master Alec said then he shouted back “Coming!”

The two streams seemed endless as they were soaking his entire torso, gurgling loudly, filling the overflowing mouth that should have been swallowing like there was no tomorrow. But no. He really was useless.

“Bah! You fucking suck as a piss tank too, faggot!” master Alec said, a little disgusted and clearly bored when they finished. Ben’s spirit was sinking faster than ever. He was spurting piss from his nostrils and coughing his lungs out.

“Told you he wasn’t ready!” replied Master Kitt then “C’mon, let’s go! I wanna talk to my brother about the cock cage!” said Master Kitt. His roommate snorted.

“Dude, he’s so gonna turn you down!” Master Alec repeated, amused.

They were clearly putting their dicks back in their pants from the sound of it. They were so done with him.

“Shut up! He’s gonna say yes if I explain it well!” replied Master Kitt.

“Yeah, in your dreams!” They were walking away, towards the door.

“Why do you have to be such an asshole?”

“Hey, I just don’t want you to be disappointed. The last time you...”

And they were gone. Not a word to him. He wasn’t human after all. He had been left there, on the floor in a pool of piss, hacking and wheezing. He had disappointed them once again. They had given him yet another chance to redeem himself and he had blown it. And on top of that they were gonna cage his dick now or whatnot. Maybe it was for the best. He so needed to step the fuck up, because the last thing he wanted was for his gods to have a defective slave. What if they got rid of him? No! No! ‘Stupid! Stupid!’ he said to himself. It was not about him at all! The only problem was that it was unfair to them because they deserved, quite simply, the best.

Freddy was relieved, annoyed and confused, which infuriated him. Yes, all at the same time. Quite weird but nonetheless true.

He was listening to an extremely interesting lecture on the ‘Kinematic of a rigid body’ by professor Follard, one of the top experts on Theoretical Physics. That was pure bliss for an unabashed nerd like him. He had been looking forward to that since it had been announced, a couple of weeks before. This guy was about to revolutionize the world of subatomic particles theories and he got to be there and listen to his words in person. He didn’t think he was gonna be able to do that. Cleaning up after Ackerman was a bitch and a time consuming one at that. He had woken up at dawn to be able to finish all the chores before that spoiled little prince woke up. But it didn’t matter. He was there now. It was hard for him not to be able to attend each and every class like he had figured he would which of course pissed him off so fucking much. He had no time to catch them all. Let alone time to revise and fix his notes which had always been his favorite part. But not today. Today he could enjoy the following two hours to his heart’s content. No masters, no slaves, no frat, no fucking app. Just him and science. That’s why he was relieved.

Now, the reason he was annoyed was sitting right next to him. Beth Lazarre. How in the world did this girl never ever shut the fuck up?

“ ... because we need to make sure that our voice is heard, Fred! It’s high time that disgusting alpha male homophobia shit gets left behind! I mean it’s 2022, we are the only state to have...”

They had met at an LGBTQ+ event at the library a few days earlier and, to put it simply, Beth was his lesbian alter ego. So focused on the battle for their own inviolable rights, she had no time for friends. Obviously they had gotten along just fine.

“ ... and the reason why that happens is that for decades LGBTQ+ communities have been treated like freaks and...”

“Beth, please, can we talk about this later? I really wanna listen to what he’s saying...” Freddy whispered politely.

“Yeah ... yeah ... sorry...” she whispered back and stopped talking. For about eight seconds “I mean, it’s so unfair! The whole system is specifically designed for us to be ostracized, can’t you see?!”

“Beth, please...” Freddy tried again.

“Fine, fine!” she replied. This time she sounded irked and a little offended. Another ten seconds pause then she started again “I’m sorry Fred but we have to do something! Like organizing a march! Yeah, that’s it! Let’s organize a march! We can leave from...”

Unbelievable. Sure, that stuff was of the utmost importance. He had written the book on gay rights, for fuck’s sakes! Not literally but he was their most ferocious advocate. Always been. Well, he had to admit he wasn’t as active as he used to be. How could he? He had been a little too busy to care much about anything else but the frat. God he was so scared of getting kicked out. His dad had given him several pieces of his mind the couple of times he had hinted he might wanna throw in the towel. And he was right of course.

“ ... and what if they try to stop us? I swear I’m gonna chain myself to the gate of the...”

Freddy tried to block out the girl’s whispering and concentrate.

“ ... by demonstrating that every motion of a planar rigid body is associated with a single angular velocity and angular acceleration...”

What the hell was he talking about? Shit, he’d missed the first part.

“ ... can’t tell us who we’re supposed to love ... describing the angular displacement ... I mean, what is this, 1955? ... of an arbitrary line inscribed in the body...”

Fuuuuuuuuck!!!! He would have liked to scream in frustration. Of course he didn’t. He was Freddy Toph, not some stupid ape. He tried to calm down. Beth’s voice mixed with his professor’s and turned into unintelligible white noise. Freddy found himself thinking about what was waiting for him in the afternoon. Scott had soccer practice which meant his feet were gonna be especially gross to lick. His stomach turned slightly. The dude never showered before, of course. Why would he? Stupid jock. Although, in all honesty Freddy had discovered he was quite partial to the whole foot licking thing. He liked it as a sexual thing. The problem was that there was nothing sexual about it. The only reason they were doing that whole damn thing was to humiliate him. Sure Scott was so stupidly hot that it was extremely difficult for Freddy not to buckle at the knees whenever he was around. But still. Damn. His tune had definitely changed lately. He had gone from ‘can’t stand the guy, hate his guts’ to ‘I don’t mind licking his feet cause he’s hot’. What the hell was wrong with him? The super proud gay rights activist had become nothing more than a foot licker for his straight, homophobic roommate. Great. Just great. Exactly how he imagined his freshman year to be. If that’s not confusing, what is? The taste in his mouth was definitely bitter. But it was better than what it was going to be in three hours or so when Scott came back from practice, sweaty as fuck and he was gonna have to kneel in front of him, take off his dirty cleats ... Fuck! No, no, no, no! He couldn’t have forgotten!!! FUCK!!! His cleats. He hadn’t cleaned them. Why the fuck had he not cleaned them? He checked his watch. 2.36. He had time. Scott never left for practice before 3.15. Yeah, he could fix this. But he had to go right that instant.

“Sorry Beth, I just remembered I...” he tried to come up with something but couldn’t “I gotta go, something came up!”

“W ... wait...” she whispered.

But he didn’t. He silently got up, walked towards the door and bolted towards the frat house.

“Well?”

Scott smiled back at his buddy. Zach had definitely grown on him in the last few weeks. The smart jock looked down at the two fags diligently at work and pondered his answer.

“You’re right. Yours licks better.” he stated.

“Right?! I told you!” Zach said triumphantly “In your face, asswipe!” he boasted to Nate, flipping him off.

“Shut up!” replied Nate. Then he turned to Scott, a little frustrated “Dude! You’re killing me!!” Nathan Jones was also a sophomore, just like Zach. He was a huge, ripped guy, a wrestler and generally speaking he wasn’t the type of guy you’d wanna piss off. Like ever. Zach and him had kinda taken a liking to their underclassman so the three of them had become pretty tight. They were funny and off-the-charts chill which was exactly what Scott was looking for.

“Hey, I call ‘em like I see them!” he said defensively.

Zach was gloating shamelessly.

“What the fuck! How is his bitch better than mine?” Nate complained a little childishly.

Scott thought about it for a second. The two stupid fags were still lapping on the soles of his feet, one each. But Nate’s slave, the one on the left, was clearly panicking. That was pretty fucking sick. He grinned.

“Well, his bitch has been sticking his tongue between my toes like there’s no tomorrow. Yours just licks the soles and that’s kinda boring.” the second he said it, that lazy bitch started making up for it, slobbering frantically.

“Too late, fag!” Scott cackled “Should’ve done it sooner!”

“Hear, hear!” Zach quipped.

“Whatever!” grunted Nate “Mine’s still better with shoes!” Again he sounded petty and childish but that was pretty much his prerogative.

“No shit! You make him lick all your sneakers like twice a day! You fucking hog him. He’s never available!” Zach protested.

“Hey! There’s no rule against it!” Nate shrugged “But Scott’s right, bitch! You’re a fucking lousy foot-licker and you know what’s gonna happen to you if you don’t get better!” He kicked the side of the fag’s face playfully, making him moan stupidly. Then he turned to Scott again “Can you at least give him a C? I don’t want him to get more than a week detention. He’s always unusable after Blake’s training.”

“Sure! C it is!” Scott replied.

“Thanks bro!” he said, then kicked the fag’s face again, harder this time and added “What do you say to the nice Master, bitch?”

“Thank you so much, Master! You’re too kind, I don’t deserve it, Sir! I’m just a faggot!” the slave whined, with Scott’s toes covering his mouth. He was quite clearly alarmed by what was coming for him, which again, was pretty entertaining to watch.

“Hehe! You sure are, bitch!” he snickered.

“How bout mine?” Zach asked, all smug.

“Oh, that’s an A, for sure!” Scott said, vastly amused by the whole conversation. It was hard to say who was happiest, Zach or his dumb bitch.

“Fuck yeah! Watch it Cameron, I’m coming for you!” joked Zach. The whole ‘mine and yours’ thing was just for kicks, obviously. Nate and Zach were both second years which meant they did not own a private slave but they were indeed the ones who had tamed those two queers. Of course it was only natural that they thought of them as their own. Scott could relate. That pink haired homo was his, alright. No questions about it.

“Well done, fag! Guess you get to taste my dick later. Haven’t nutted in like two days. I’mma feed you the load of the decade! You just won the fucking lottery!” said Zach.

The fag’s snout lit up like fucking Christmas day.

“Thank you, Sir! I’m so grammpfmmm...” he got cut off by Scott’s foot pressing on his lips.

“Didn’t you get head last night?” asked Nate “That blond chick from the club? I saw you guys head for the bathroom after the gig.”

Zach frowned a little then went:

“Shit, you’re right, I forgot.”

“Dude, you’re hopeless!” Nate said, shaking his head.

“Who is she anyway?” asked Scott while distractedly trying to shove his whole foot down Nate’s fag’s throat.

“One of our groupies...” yawned Zach over the gagging sounds.

“Groupies? What, you famous now?” mocked Nate.

“What else do you call girls that come to all your gigs and let you fuck them when you’re done playing?” Zach shrugged.

“What?” asked Scott, impressed. “You got those?”

“Yeah, a couple of ‘em.” Zach replied extremely nonchalant “But it gets boring. They let us do anything we want.” he yawned again, showily stretching.

“And that’s bad, because...?” Scott enquired, entertained.

“It’s not, it’s just ... like, we fucked them so many times, the whole band I mean...” he scratched his crotch “It’s kinda like sticking your dick inside a fucked out whore, you know what I mean?” he snickered and the other two joined in.

“Fucking gross, bro!” commented Nate.

“Hehe, yeah, exactly!” Zach agreed “Besides this fag right here sucks dick waaaaay better than they do, anyways! Don’t you bitch?” The sophomore petted the bitches hair with his foot.

“Well, that’s for sure!” Nate added distractedly, now texting someone.

Scott shrugged.

“Wouldn’t know. Don’t think I’ll ever be ok with a fag touching my junk.”

“What the fuck, dude! We’ve been over this!” Zach rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Woah, woah, wait a minute!” Nate looked up from his phone “You mean to tell me that you’ve never had one of these fuckers suck you off? C’mon, man! Are you for real?”

Apparently it was news to him.

“Look, guys, it’s just too weird, ok?” Scott replied defensively, now slapping one of the fags with his foot.

“Oh, man, I give up!” Zach said.

“No!” said Nate stubbornly “Fuck that shit, bro! You’re looking at it the wrong way!”

“Whatever, man! It’s still sex ... with a dude...” Scott leveled with them.

“RIght! And you think we’d go for that?” Nate said, somewhere between disgusted and a little pissed “There’s nothing sexual about it, bro!” he explained “You wouldn’t have a problem using a fleshlight to jerk off, would you?”

“No, I guess.”

“Well, they’re nothing more than that, bro!” Nate explained.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but...”

“No! No buts!” said Nate “Know what your problem is? You still think of ‘em as people, man! They’re not!”

“Thank you!!” exploded Zach in exasperation “I’ve been telling him that for weeks now!”

Scott looked at both his friends. He didn’t really know what to say.

“Yeah, I’ll bet!!” Nate snickered “But, I mean, I can’t blame him. It took me a couple of months to really get comfortable with the idea, so you’re good, bro!”

“Really?” asked Zach in surprise “I was ok with it right off the bat!” he shrugged.

“Yeah, that’s cause you’re brain-damaged!” Said Nate.

Zach flipped him off again, with both hands. They all snickered.

Once again, Scott found himself a little torn between his friends’ words and his own conscience. It was all well and good but the idea of another dude sucking on his dick was ... well, gay. On the other hand everybody in that frat was doing it. And clearly none of ‘em were fags. So what to do? Was it high time he gave it a try?

“Hey, where’s your bitch, anyways?” Nate asked after a couple of minutes.

“Dunno, class probably.” Scott shrugged.

“How’s the Taming going?”

“Much better than I thought, actually.” Scott replied honestly, with a satisfied little grin. “He pretty much licks feet on cue now, which didn’t take too long, considering what a pain in the ass he was.”

“Hehe! Yeah, well, with all the fag drug they swallow every day...” snickered Nate.

“Is that stuff as powerful as they say?” asked Scott.

Zach shrugged “Kinda fries their brain. Makes them obedient.” he said it knowingly, like someone had explained that to him.

“Well, that stupid pink haired freak never drinks those fucking sodas. I don’t think he was that affected by it.” Scott vented.

“Dude, what are you talking about?” asked Nate “It’s in their food as well!”

“What?” asked Scott, surprised.

“Tsk! Yeah, totally, bro!” said Zach “Everything they eat is chock full of that shit!”

“But, like we all eat the same stuff...” frowned Scott.

The other two boys smiled.

“Do you know who prepares the stuff we all eat?” asked Zach.

“Who?”

“The faggots.” replied Nate “And obviously they make sure to spike their own food with the fag drug while ours is clean.”

“You gotta be shitting me!” Scott said incredulously.

“Nope! Nothing else they can do, really. That shit is super addictive!” Zach yawned again.

“Yeah, but this is just till after the Taming. When the two freshmen become real slaves, then they can all go back to eating from their fucking dog bowl, as usual.” explained Nate.

“Can’t wait, bro! It’s kinda weird seeing these fags standing up and walking around like people all the time.” commented Zach, checking his phone lazily.

“Wow! So they’re pretty much doing this to themselves, huh?” asked Scott.

“You bet!” replied Nate.

“Well, that’s pretty fucking pathetic, if you ask me!” chuckled Scott.

“Haha! Well, duh!” cackled the wrestler.

“That’s why we’re saying you really shouldn’t consider them as people! C’mon, bro!” pressed Zach, impatiently.

“Alright, alright! I get it! They’re not people, they’re just ... what? Toys? Playthings?” he asked.

“Finally! Took you long enough!” commented Zach in that moodily grunt bratty preteens always use.

They all chatted and snickered for a while longer, talking straight boys’ talk and enjoying their innate right to be worshiped like teenage gods in that surreal, yet extremely pleasant place they lived in. Then Scott checked his watch.

“Shit, guys, I gotta split.” he wiped the fags’ drool on the fags’ shirts, leaving both of them with their mouths open and tongues out.

“Alright, bro! Catch you later!” his friends said as he walked out of their room.

Freddy’s heart was still beating rather fast. He had managed to reach the frat house, run to their room, fetch Scott’s cleats and clean them to perfection. All in under twenty minutes. No trace of the soccer stud. He probably should have relaxed but there was a sense of guilt rushing all through his body. He was now looking around the room, in fear of having forgotten something else he was supposed to have done. And of course that’s when Scott walked in and found him on his knees, cleats in his hands. The stud frowned at him.

“What are you doing here?”

Freddy panicked a little but he managed to keep a straight face.

“Uhm, I just thought I’d give your cleats a last minute shine ... you know, for good luck...” he said innocently.

Scott smirked.

“Well, well, guess you’re really getting into this slave thing, aren’t you, bitch?”

Freddy masked his annoyance and mumbled “Sure...”

“Hehe! No complaints here!” Scott chuckled “Hell, if you wanna keep being my slave even after the taming is over, I might let you but you have to ask reeeeeeal nice!”

“Yeah, in your dreams...” commented Freddy through gritted teeth, still keeping his temper in check.

“Hehe! You never know!” Scott slapped his face playfully a couple of times, smirking like crazy. So annoyingly hot. “Is my bag ready?” he asked, then headed for the bathroom.