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SERVANT TO A SOCCER STUD CHAPTER 11
Last Thanksgiving, when Brad went home, the following exchange transpired.
"Hey, Brad." Kyle said when Brad came in.
"Hey, squirt." Kyle wasn't really a fan of being called that at 15, but what was he gonna do about it. "Mom and Dad not home yet?"
"Nope."
They shot the shit for a while, about soccer, about the high school coach, about video games. Then Kyle said, "So...how's it going with your faggot?"
Brad chuckled. "Yeah, man, he's all over me. Gave me a blowjob just yesterday, in fact."
"Really? You let him suck your dick?"
"Yeah, why not. And swallow my cum, too. When's a bitch ever gonna do that?"
"I don't know. You didn't feel, like, gay or something?"
"Why would I feel gay, dumbass? I'm putting my cock in a warm mouth. I ain't attracted to the fag. He's just there to be my servant."
"Oh, ok... And you call him a faggot?"
"I call him a faggot, a bitch, a cocksucker, a cunt, and whatever else I damn well please."
"Makes sense, makes sense." Kyle said blankly. Kyle had never thought about doing anything with a guy. But Brad was straight as an arrow, so if Brad was doing it, maybe it's ok.
"So anyway, how'd you find this guy?"
"He's in my writing class. He was constantly checking me out. When he sat next to me, I could sense him trying to breathe the air around me. It was fuckin' sick. I wanted to punch him right in the face. So I thought about what I could do to make the best of the situation. And I came up with this plan to invite him back to my room and just tease him into admitting what he was -- a sub-human faggot. And he did, in like 5 minutes, even faster than I expected. And since he wanted me so bad, just being around me was his reward, so what I get in return is him doing my papers in that seminar for the rest of the semester. I'm gonna make him sign up for a few of my classes next semester, too, so he can do more of my work."
"But, isn't that, like, cheating?"
"No, bitch. Are you trying to make me mad or something?"
"No, no," Kyle replied. "I'm sorry, Brad."
"Whatever, squirt. I'm just saying, these faggots are shameless. If you find one really into you, you can get him to do just about anything."
"Right, right. You're really lucky, Brad."
"No, you mean the faggot is lucky."
Kyle laughed, "Yeah, yeah, that's what I meant."
"And maybe, if you're lucky, you'll get to try out my fag sometime."
Kyle didn't say anything more and decided to escape upstairs to his room. Brad had given him a lot to think about. Kyle looked up to him so much and wanted to following in his footsteps in everything. When they were younger, Brad never bullied Kyle per se, but every so often, Kyle would know he meant business. The few times Kyle got a beating from Brad, Kyle never told anyone, but Kyle cried a bunch those times. It made Kyle tougher probably. The beatings were quite brutal. And even when things were going well, Brad would sometimes smack Kyle upside the head, push him around, etc. One time Brad was in a particularly foul mood, and Kyle argued with him about something, and after slapping and punching him for a while, Brad took his dirty sock off and shoved it right in his little brother's face and made him smell it for at least three long minutes, while ordering him to apologize. Brad also said, "Next time you make me mad, I'm gonna shove my dirty sock right in your fuckin' mouth!" Thankfully for Kyle, that never came to pass.
. . .
So that was about a year ago. Since that first paper, when Tommy handed in the better paper earning Brad a higher grade, Tommy did all of Brad's papers in that seminar. Every semester, Brad and Tommy would sign up for one overlapping papers-only (meaning no exams) class so that Tommy could continue to lighten Brad's workload. And always, Tommy would put Brad's name on the superior work product. Tommy and Brad took many precautions to avoid detection, including differentiating between the formatting. Tommy also devoted many hours to coming up with divergent thesis statements for each overlapping paper, to further differentiate between "Brad's paper" and his own.
Every Saturday if both of them were on campus (Brad came and went as he pleased, but Tommy was required to stay on campus every weekend unless it was a calendared university break, in order to serve at Brad's every beck and call), Tommy would have to arrive at Brad's dorm room around 9:30am for morning worship. Tommy would always have breakfast and coffee with him for Brad to enjoy. Brad didn't want cafeteria food, so Tommy would have to spend his own money to get something from an iHop, fast food joint, or periodically from a fancy brunch place. While Brad enjoyed his breakfast, Tommy would be at his feet, cock or balls, slurping and servicing away. This would go on for as long as Brad wanted, usually ending with his jizz down Tommy's throat. Then while Brad showered, Tommy would clean up Brad's room, pick up the dirty clothes off the floor, make Brad's bed, throw out garbage, and finally take Brad's laundry to be washed. But Brad gave Tommy permission to keep Brad's laundry until Sunday night every week, so Tommy would always take all the dirty clothes back to his room, lock the door, and then spend the next 30 hours making out with Brad's dirty socks, underwear, jockstrap, shirts, and everything else.
So while Brad spent the rest of the weekend living up his BMOC status, Tommy spent the rest of the weekend (1) doing homework (including double the amount of work in the class he overlapped with Brad) and (2) jerking off to Brad's smelly clothes. Sunday afternoon, Tommy would do Brad's laundry, and by 6pm, bring both the clean laundry and Brad's Sunday dinner to him. Again, no cafeteria food allowed; Tommy had to spend the very little money he had to buy whatever dinner Brad felt like. And again, while Brad ate, Tommy performed his "Sunday Worship" -- another all out mouth-love-fest lavished on Brad's glorious body parts below the waist. Once Brad had deposited his cum on Tommy's face or in his mouth, Tommy would put away all of Brad's clean clothes and be dismissed from Brad's room.
Sometimes, Brad would make Tommy come by for Friday night fucks, when Brad would have a girl over, and Brad would get serviced by both the girl and Tommy. While Tommy didn't like his identity known to all these random people, he didn't really have a choice. Brad had already videoed Tommy dozens of times on his phone at Brad's feet, cock, or whatever other compromising position. Tommy figured Brad could distribute those videos to whomever he wanted anyway, so keeping the group of people who knew Tommy's inclinations to just a few random girls seemed the better alternative. What Tommy hated, of course, was whenever Brad made him worship the girl as well. But this happened constantly. Brad and the girl would be making out (or having sex) in bed, and Tommy would be at their feet. Brad would order Tommy to kiss both pairs of feet passionately and hungrily. Tommy loved kissing Brad's feet, but hated kissing the other feet, but if Brad detected any less effort in Tommy's worship, Brad would slap Tommy silly right in front of the girl. When Brad was hard fucking the slut, it was hard to kiss the constantly moving pairs of feet without getting kicked in the face, but that was Tommy's problem, not Brad's.
Other times it was lots of co-worshipping. The girl and Tommy would simultaneously make out with Brad's cock. Brad would make Tommy kiss the girl through Brad's cock. Tommy was again torn because he loved Brad's cock, but hated kissing girls. Or the girl would be sucking Brad's cock, while Tommy sucked Brad's balls, or vice versa. Or the girl at Brad's crotch with Tommy at Brad's feet. This last one was Brad's favorite, as it maximized his pleasure and Tommy's degradation all at the same time. Brad would call the girl "baby" (though occasionally "bitch") and Tommy "faggot", "fag", "homo" or "queer". A close second in Brad's enjoyed services was the girl at Brad's crotch (either via mouth or pussy) with Tommy rimming Brad's hole. Again, if Tommy was trying to eat Brad's ass while he was fucking, Tommy's face was the victim of getting butt slapped repeatedly. Oh, and by now Brad had farted right in Tommy's nose many, many, many times. There were plenty of variations, like fucking the girl doggy style while the faggot licked the stud's balls. Whatever Brad was in the mood for; it was always all about him.
Then there was the post-coitus routine. If a condom was used, Brad would make Tommy first suck all of Brad's precious cum out of the condom, then suck the excess pussy juice off the outside of the condom, then finally turn the condom inside out to thoroughly suck any remaining cum into his mouth. While Tommy did this, Brad would have the girl clean his cock with her mouth, and if she didn't want to do it, then that was Tommy's job afterwards. If a condom was not used, then Brad would make Tommy suck Brad's cum right out the girl's pussy. Again, pussy reviles Tommy, and having to lick it (even if to extract Brad's jizz) was something Tommy hated more than anything. Once Brad was satisfied with Tommy's work on the girl, Brad would shove Tommy's head back on his cock to clean him off. At this point, Brad would dismiss the girl, and Tommy would continue to nurse Brad's cock and eventually ordered to sleep at Tommy's feet. Since the next day was a Saturday, Tommy would have to perform his Saturday morning services after a hard night sleeping on the floor. Oh, and the Friday night fucks didn't have to happen on Friday nights. Whenever Brad felt like test driving a girl with Tommy, he'd text Tommy a command to come by. And some of the girls who were invited back more than once enjoyed having Tommy -- who was also tall, in shape, and basically attractive -- in on the action, especially since Tommy just did whatever Brad demanded with no reciprocation whatsoever in return.
Those were the weekends. Naturally, Tommy was on call any time Brad wanted service during the week. Between servicing Brad, buying things for Brad, running other errands for Brad, masturbating constantly to thoughts of Brad or actual pieces of Brad's clothing, doing Brad's laundry, going to class, doing his own homework, doing some portion of Brad's homework, and performing whatever other services Brad ordered him to perform, Tommy had virtually no time to make his own friends, go to parties, or socialize.
Instead, Tommy's world now revolved around Brad and Brad's body parts.
Brad's chest and abs were firm and masculine. Just a trace of chestnut brown chest hair. Deep ridges between each smooth ab. Shirtless days in the sun left a natural, sexy tan. And the nipples, oh, the nipples. Larger than quarters. Tommy was so jealous watching Brad let the girls suck on them, because to this day, Brad had never let Tommy near his nipples. On Tommy's birthday in the spring of freshman year, Brad let him worship his abs as a "birthday gift". That was the only time. And it was only for 5 minutes before the birthday boy was ordered to get back to licking Brad's foot sweat. And of course, classic Brad hand and foot slapped Tommy repeatedly that day -- on his birthday, shouting endless insults and epithets toward him. "You stupid faggot, you made the world a shittier place on the day you were born, you know that? Your existence is so low it brings down everyone and everything around you. God, I fuckin' hate you so much. Kiss and massage my feet at the same time, you stupid fag!" < SLAP > < SLAP > < SLAP > < SLAP > < SLAP > < SLAP > < SLAP > < SLAP > "Say you're sorry for being born. Say it over and over and over again until I say stop." A happy birthday indeed.
Brad's feet were one of a kind: all-American, carrying an all-man jock scent. Size 13. A work of art. Large, powerful, warm, sweaty and fragrant. Beautiful. It was literally love at first sight, last sight, and everything in between. And just when you thought you had licked the smell and sweat off one foot, there was a whole other identical smelly and tasty prize to savor. Meanwhile, Brad as a soccer player had for years wanted an easy way to relax his feet. You're not going to get better foot service than from the hand and mouth worship of a horny gay foot fetishist.
Brad's cock were similarly divine: eight inches, another beauty. Hard, thick, veiny, perfect mushroom head, large and hairy balls, would make an ideal dildo specimen. Tommy often buried his nose in that one-of-a-kind area at the bottom of the cock shaft right above the nuts. That part that smells so musky and masculine, that you could just live in forever and be content. Post-soccer, the scent of course intensified to a stench. But it was a good stench, no, a great stench, to Tommy who wanted to memorize Brad's crotch smell so he could try to recapture it the next time he jerked off, and the next, and the next ....
And yes, there was Brad's model face. Go check out actor/model Alex Lange and add 3 years of age; the result is Brad's gorgeous face. Periodically Brad would let his facial hair grow out. This drove Tommy even crazier.
By the end of their freshmen year, Brad decided that Tommy would join his dorm group, so Tommy could more easily satisfy Brad's needs. This made Tommy very nervous since the other guys in the dorm group -- all straight -- would know something strange was happening. As it is, Tommy didn't know what Brad was telling Brad's other dorm-mates about this guy who comes by all the time, but again Tommy didn't really have a choice. If he was now going to officially move in, was he gonna have his secret discovered? Tommy couldn't afford adding more demands to his schedule. Being a servant to one man was hard enough; he could not take on a second, or third, or fourth master. But Brad was gonna have his way, so Tommy went along. At the start of sophomore year, Tommy became a member of the same common room and was now giving Brad blowjobs morning and night, sometimes three times a day. Brad is able to cum twice in one hour, and one of his favorite things to do now was shoot his load once, then soften, then have Tommy slowly work Brad's cock from soft to semi-hard to hard again, and then Brad shoots a second load down Tommy's waiting throat.
Meanwhile, I was enjoying my servitude to Kyle. It was only a matter of time before the Brad-Tommy and Kyle-Connor worlds collide.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .