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BENEATH THE BULLY [Part 1]

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Being paired up in for assignments was never fun, you usually ended up carrying the project. This was the worst case scenario though, your teacher paired you with the biggest bully in class - Jason.

Jason was an angry guy he would pick on the younger kids to get money, and if anyone looked at him funny he had no qualms about punching your lights out.

Deciding to try and be civil, in hope to get through this as safely as possible, you approached Jason as the bell rang.

"Hey, Jason" His look was filled with contempt as he turned to face you. "I don't mind doing this alone if you're busy? I could just give you the work on Monday to hand in".

Jason looked you up and down and smirked. "Aw, thanks mate, aren't you so helpful. But no we should do this together. Come round mine tomorrow morning. I've got the whole day free, we can take the whole weekend if needed - house will be empty"

You hadn't been keen to spend time with him at all, let alone at his place, and for the whole weekend! There was no reason for it to take that long, you'd be sure to get it done quickly. But not wanting to stir any aggression you agreed and arranged to come round.

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The next morning you knocked on the door. Jason answered in a pair of shorts and a vest. Not particularly large clothes, but on his wirey frame they hung loose. You could see his arms that could fool you for being scrawny but were actually firm and muscular. It was no wonder he could fight anyone and win.

You placed your stuff down on the coffee table, sat down in front of it and got to work. Not asking for a drink or anything so as to not waste time, the offer was not made by Jason either.

Jason sat opposite on the sofa playing on his phone. He'd grunt anytime you had to ask him a question but this was the extent of his involvement. Every now and then he'd kick his legs up on the table so his bare foot would be inches from your face, the smell wafting off them. Even without the pungent smell of sweat coming from them you could tell he hadn't washed them for a few days. There was the toe jam clearly visible from his socks and he kept leaving smudges on your paper. Of course you would say nothing and just wait until he shifted them to reclaim your work.

After a few hours you were finally done. Jason had contributed nothing to the work. Well that wasn't true, he had provided the occasional grunt and even lifted up of the sofa to fart a couple of times. He wouldn't say anything but once when you looked up rolling your eyes you caught him staring down at you, smirking. Why you needed to come here just to do what you'd offered in the first place, to do it all for him, was beyond you.

With the work done you started to pack up. Jason looked up from his phone, "we finished?"

"Uh, yeh, we are". Handing him a copy of the booklet for him to hand in on Monday.

"Great, I didn't want to interrupt you doing the work, but now you're done we can have some fun!" He stood up smiling cruely, looming over you.

"Oh, erm, I'm going to head off actually", you frantically pack the rest of your stuff up.

"I don't think so, I told you we had the whole weekend." Jason grabbed you by the ear and pulled hard. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, or I'm going to beat you up. And then every day after school, I'm going to beat you up. On and on until you have to move away. Do you want that to happen?"

"No, no!" You cried as he yanked your ear again.

"If you stay here and have some fun, then maybe that won't happen. If you do as I say. Shall we have some fun?"

"Ah, ah, yes, yes please!"

"Wonderful, first things first. Take your clothes off."

His eyes were cold as he stared down at you, still kneeling down beneath him and rubbing the ear he'd now released.

"I'm sorry, what did you say"

"I said, take. your. fucking. clothes. off".

"Jason...I'm not gay"

Quick as flash his hand back slapped your face. "I'm not fucking queer! You better fucking not be either. But you are a bitch, and in my house clothes are for real men. Now take them off, or I swear to god I will rip them off you and when you leave you'll be doing so naked!"

A moment passed while you weighed up your options. Your cheek stinging from the strike, you knew you'd never make it to the door without him catching you first and making you pay for it. Slowly you stripped off your clothes, until you were left standing in just your underwear.

"And those".

Off they came to, you threw them on the pile of clothes and stood hiding your cock.

"I'd cover it too if it were that small. Right let's get to it. First things first, lie down on the floor."

You lay down and Jason stood with his feet either side of your head. He lifted the right foot and held it over your face. "It's practically the same size!" With that he started to rub it up and down your face.

"Does it smell good?"

"It's quite sweaty" you mumbled as his sole rubbed your lips. You couldn't help but think of the dirt you'd seen on it earlier.

"So yes then. Real men are meant to smell good to you betas I hear. Alpha pheromones I guess. Let's see how far that stretches".

Before you even had time had time to comprehend what he meant, Jason had removed the foot, swiveled on the spot and sat right down on your head. You had enough time to turn so your face didn't take the full brunt of the impact, but your head rang from the force crushing it into the hard floor.

"Aw, you moved. Don't worry, I'll get you in a minute, but first, do you hear that?"

A moment of silence passed before a loud fart rung in your ear. With the other one sealed on the floor it made it a deafening boom. Jason laughed above you.

"Oh boy, that stinks, I know where the rest will be going! Hey bitch, look at me"

Still pinned under his weight all you could do was move your eyes up to look at him. Too late you realised your mistake. Jason had grabbed your phone off the table and used your face to unlock it.

"Thank you. Now let's just change the settings". He went quiet as you assumed he was amending the access controls so he'd be able to open it when he wanted.

"I think we should also make sure people know you'll be away this weekend". You could hear him tapping on the screen, now and then he'd bounce a bit to slam your head back down. But you didn't dare move. "That's it. Mommy dearest says have fun. Told her you would be with your new best friend and not to worry, you'd go to school with me on Monday".

Tears started to well, from the pain, the humiliation and the fear.

"Best make the most of the time together!"

PPPRRRRPPP.

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You stowed your bag in the overhead compartment and sat down in your seat. Glad to finally be settled after being stuck in the airport for near 3 hours, uncomfortable and bored. Other than the occasional stand to let your neighbours take their seats, window and middle, you were finally able to begin to relax.

Scrolling the film selections to pick out what you might watch on the journey, struggling with the poor selection, you started to watch the cabin crew get ready for take off. You hadn't noticed one of them when boarding, but you had certainty noticed him now!

The man was walking down the aisle checking the over head compartments. His face was stern looking, not like the overly polite air stewards you were used to. His beard was trimmed and styled immaculately. Kept short, with fades and cut lines. He could have been a model. His brown skin was complimented by the colours of the uniform; a cream shirt, chocolate brown trousers and waistcoat, with burnt orange accents.

The uniform itself you noticed must have been at least one size too small for this man. His tree trunk legs were risking splitting the sides of the trousers, the shirt showed off his impressive biceps and the waistcoat held taught. As he neared your seat you knew you had to check out the back. A man this built in clothes like this, that ass was going to be worth a look.

As he got to your compartment you first checked out the bulge. He'd obviously made sure to not be too on display, but there was a meaty package bundled in the front. But as expected the ass was the main show. When he moved to the next compartment you followed him. That ass was godly. The trousers, struggling with the thighs were pulled taught across his huge globes. The clothes you realised must have been tailored, because despite the tightness, there was enough material to fully envelop both cheeks and go right up his crack. You could only imagine how those trousers would smell after this 10hr flight.

The sight was worth the look, but too late you realised he'd stalled at the next compartment to fix something and in doing so had caught you looking. As you glanced up you caught his look. He gave nothing away; no potential anger, flattery of the attention, nothing. Quickly you sat back in your chair and started tapping at the screen, pretending to pick up your film search. You could hear he'd started to move on and you relaxed again. That was too close.

You made sure to avoid eye contact as he carried out that rest of the checks and before you knew it it was time for take off. You did have to watch him do the safety announcements which was awkward, but he never once looked at you and was ever the professional. Assured he'd not taken offence you relaxed again and tried to settle in to a film.

After about an hour the crew started to run down the plane handing out meals to those who'd order special options; vegetarian, halal, etc. You took the opportunity to enjoy as he waddled his ass up and down the aisle. On the next one he stopped at your row, and started speaking to the lady next to the window. He leant forward to hand her meal, his bulk forced you to lean back to give him space. His size was so imposing and you could feel his natural authority seeping from him.

As he straightened back up you followed him with your eyes, and they fell upon his name badge where it read, 'Amir'. You then met his eyes. He lingered for a moment, towering over you staring down as if assessing you. Before walking off. Heart racing you tried to stay calm, and more importantly hide the erection that was growing.

A short while passed and you could see him now working on the main meal service. Walking backwards pulling the trolley, joking with a colleague who was on the other side pushing. They served meals to the passengers ahead, working their way down the plane. Once they got to the rows just in front you were treated to his ass inches from your face. Turning this way and that as he handed out meals, you got to see it from all angles. You tried not to stare having been caught once, but you couldn't resist.

The chatter from Amir and the other steward grew louder and you looked up to see them both laughing. You didn't understand what was being said in the language, but the other steward looked at you then back to Amir and nodded. Amir said something and they both laughed.

While getting something from the trolley, Amir bent forward pushing his ass out and towards you. You didn't hear anything, but a second later you smelt it. Covered by the smell of the plane food that was being released with each meal lid pealed off, Amir had released a silent fart in your face. He said something in his language to his colleagues and they both burst out laughing.

Your cheeks turned red. It was unbelievable what had happened. Should you tell someone? But who? And say what, that you, a grown man, had been farted on by another man. It was too embarrassing.

Amir turned to you, the laughter gone and the imperceptible face returned. He asked your neighbour what meal option they wanted and handed it over. The moment of dread came, when you'd have to speak. But instead of asking the question to you, Amir placed a tray in front of you.

"...what... is it?"

His tone was cordial. "It's your special dietary meal".

"Oh I didn't order anything, I can just have the regular chicken."

"This was prepared especially for you". The tone never changed but his eyes bore in to you, as if daring you to challenge him further.

"So-sorry. Thank you."

The two stewards laughed as they moved on, saying something you couldn't understand.

THE FART ROOM [Part 1]

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When your gym crush invited you to a party he was throwing that evening you were ecstatic. You weren't even able tocplay it cool, instead eagerly accepting.

He smiled at your enthusiasm and told you to be there for 19:00, and gave you his address.

Not only were you going to get to spend time with the guy you would secretly check out, but he said it was going to be attended by other guys from the gym so you figured it'd be a good chance to befriend them. Maybe get some tips on how they got in such great shape.

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You rocked up on time, you thought of being fashionably late after seeming too eager earlier. Butdidn't want to risk looking rude,

He opened the door with a smile when he saw it was you

"Great you're here, come on in"

You entered his home, trying to make friendlyconversation as you kicked off your shoes. Listeningout you couldn't hear any music or any chatter.

"Am I the first to arrive?" It'd be a bit awkward, but at least you could meet each person as they came.

"Yeh, needed to get you in position before my guests arrived".

You paused, confused. "I'm sorry, what do you mean get me in position...and you mean 'other' guests?""

"What? No, mate. This is for my mates at the gym, you know, real builders. Not little guys like you. I mean other than you perving on me we have like no interaction. I invited you here to do us a service."

The amount of revelation stunned you. The admission he knew you oggled him, on top of the insults.

"What service?"

"Here let me show you".

He opened the door to a cupboard under the stairs,and gestured for you to take a look. Leaning in you could see that inside was a large cut out space. Big enough to stand on the end nearest the door, and on the other end, space to sit/kneel. What was more concerning was on the low end there was what looked to be a collar chained to the wall.

It was at this moment you were very aware of the muscular man stood behind you. Blocking your exit.A man you knew nothing about and willingly had entered his home.

"See we get together a lot and we learned early that when you get a lot of gym bros together there's a rather unpleasant smely issue. You know what it's like with all that protein. Wreaks havock on our guts and the farts are toxic. You can only hold them in for so long before it becomes uncomfortable. So for everyone to be able to party in comfort, but not stink out the place, we came up with a solution. The Fart Room".

Using his imposing size he started to push you into the cupboard.

We get some eager little guy from the gym, invite them round and put them in here. As the night goes on people need to use this room more and more.Y'know, the build up of protein shakes, broccoli and chicken diets and the beers at the party. They come in, let rip, and that nights recruit sniffs it all up".

By now you're fully in the room, being slowly pushed further back. You had to start crouching to avoid the ceiling.

"That's sick! Just go outside".

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at you wasting time. It's cold outside, can't keep opening doors to fart, everyone would freeze. Come the summer, we're all out there and don't want the wind blowing our wind back at us. This solution works all year round"

"Then just fart in here without a victim!" At this point your head smacked into the ceiling, the pain forcing you to drop down to your knees, where he loomed over you.

"Sorry, can't. The smell builds up and by the end we stink when we leave having marinated in it, and the gas escapes when you open the door. That's where you come in. You'll breathe it all up. It's better if you take it right from the source, to avoid it lingering. Best you do a good job from the start as well; as we get more drunk, we get a bit more aggressive with making sure we don't smell it; and will force your face in our cracks. He leaned down, reaching past you and picked up the collar.

"Sometimes people arent willing or try to escape. That's where this comes in". He held the collar to your face. "Will you need it? Or are you one of those fags that get off on this?"

"Please, l just want to go home".

"I don't care. Look, alone I can overpower you and chain you up. If you make me do that, l'l tell each guy to not go easy on you, and they 'll be rough. We're talking aggressively roided up blokes only too happy to let off some steam. Once the lock goes on you'll be at their mercy. So I would suggest you choose this". With that he unbuckled the collar and without protest put it tight around your neck.

"That's a good little fart filter. Now let's practice before the party starts".

He stands up, turns around, and lowers his shorts revealing his large muscular cheeks. Immediately you're hit with a sour pungent smell. Clearly if he did shower after the gym that day, he skipped cleaning his ass. Gently pivoting his hips his ass jutted out, inches from your face. Inviting you to come closer. You leaned in and as you felt his warm skin you were hit by the first fart.

BBBBBMMMMFFFF

It was quick, but loud and deep. The smell was as bad as he'd warned. You could smell the veggies he'd been eating. The surprise and stink made you instinctively pull away. Causing you to hit your head again in the tight space you were crouched in.

"Best get used to it, or if you keep flinching like that you'll leave here with brain damage. Though then again, maybe wouldn't be a bad thing, hit your head enough maybe you'll get amnesia and this can become a permanent set up. Would faggy like that?" He laughed as he wriggled his ass in front of you.

You didn't answer, so to fill the silence he let out a long rip.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPPP

"Sniff that up, quickly, I'm getting a hint of it up here"

To avoid any repercussions you leant back forward and sniffed the air vigorously. Reaching as far as the tight chain would allow you to reach, the collar strangling you for the effort.

"That's better, I think you get your job. Oh, and you may have wondered about the towel hanging here.  Well, sometimes the farts get a bit. ..wet. We try not to judge each other, these supplements can do all sorts to your body. So if a guy sharts a bit, just wait until he's finished and when he's gone wipe your face ready for the next visitor"

As if knowing you were about to try one more time to object and plead to be released, he let out a final fart into your open mouth. As you coughed and spluttered, trying not to focus on the taste on your tongue, there was a knock at the door.

"Oh, here we go! See you later Sniffer!"

You were annoyed walking into your room to find that Jack was in your apartment again, he wasn’t even your roommate, he was only friends with your roommate but you saw him at your apartment more thank you saw Brad, your actual roommate. At first it didn’t bother you because Jack was so hot you’d get almost excited, definitely a little horny, but he was never nice to you, barley even acknowledged you and he always acted like he ran the place.

This time he had his feet up on a stack of books, a stack of your books, it turned you on and you thought about getting to smell the books later hoping the stench of his feet would have stuck to your books. But you knew you had to take a stand, had to let him know he can’t keep acting like he owns the place and disrespecting your stuff, so you gulped and gathered your courage

“Hey Jack” before you could even go on he responded with a simple “Yo”

“Ugh so I know Brad must’ve given you a key and that’s totally cool, but could you just clean up after yourself while you’re here”

“Clean up after myself?” He responded in a mocking questioning tone

“Yeah, like just don’t make the living room a mess, and please clean the dishes you use while you’re here”

He got a little smirk on his face, he seemed entrained by the whole thing “Yeah I’m not gonna fucking do that, isn’t that what you’re here to do anyway?”

You were surprised, you thought in the worst case he would brush you off but he was arguing with you about it, you had to push further “what I’m here for, I’m here to clean up after you?”

“No no, not just me, me and Brad and everyone else Brad has over here too, don’t you gay guys love to play little housewives and clean up? You’re better at it anyway” he said the last sentence with a little tease and a less dominant tone than the rest

That’s when you started blushing, Jack was really hot and you knew he fucked the hottest girls in your college so it still felt special to get a compliment from him, you also couldn’t deny your hard dick which was throbbing like crazy the whole time he was talking down to you, so you respond “well I guess I am better at cleaning up, you’re right, and it’s not that much more work anyway you know what never mind I said anything” you lied, it was a lot of work and it wasn’t easy to keep up, Jack was basically there everyday making a mess.

When he heard that response the smirk came back to his face “that’s a good boy! Now come on, order us a pizza and rub my feet, they’ve been bothering me and I’ve seen you staring many times before” he said while he started adjusting his junk. You order the pizza, that you knew he was gonna eat by himself, bend down to get to eye level with his feet while he put on a movie, your dick seconds away from bursting, and you put your hands on his feet and started rubbing and with a heavy breath you said “Thank you, thank you Jack”.

You and your boyfriend thought you were inviting Justin over for a threesome, you had just met him on Grindr and invited him over to your place.

You and your boyfriend both preferred to bottom so threesomes were the best way for you both to get off.

As soon as Justin showed up though, you knew this time was gonna be a bit different, he was very hot and barley even looked like he hooks up with guys, he had the energy of all the straight guys who bullied you in high school. First thing hey said when he entered your house was “So what do we have here? To faggots that like getting fucked?” Trying to ease off the tension of a first time meet up you responded “umm yeah, I guess you can say that haha”. Justin didn’t laugh.

Your boyfriend asked him if he wanted anything to drink, trying to be a good host, Justin didn’t seem concerned with manners though cuz his response was “yeah, why don’t you grab me a beer fruitcake”

Something about his attitude and condescension to you both was so hot to you, you couldn’t explain it but you liked seeing how far both you and your boyfriend were willing to go for some dick.

After your boyfriend came with his beer, Justin took a seat on your big chair, took a big gulp of beer and let out a loud burp. And he started telling you both what was gonna happen, with a very dominating tone he said “So here’s what’s gonna happen boys, you’re gonna start down at my feet, with each one of you licking and worshiping a foot, you’re only allowed to take my feet out of your mouth to ask if you’ve earned the right to suck my dick yet, got it boys?” He said although it didn’t seem like much of a question. You looked at your boyfriend expecting him to ask him to leave at this point, this was not all what you agreed to do when you chatted before, to your shock when you looked over you saw your boyfriend nodding, getting down on his knees, saying only “yes sir” enthusiastically and picking up his foot and starting to lick and kiss it. Justin looked at you with your hesitation and let out a chuckle and said “what are you waiting for faggot? Get down there with your sister wife faggot” and at this point you did have a boner, you wanted to deny it but seeing your boyfriend down there kissing this alpha man’s feet, turned you on more than your boyfriend ever has before. So you get down picking up his heavy alpha foot and start to kiss it. You bring your other hand down to your dick to start jerking yourself off, and that’s when you felt his foot pull away from your face, and felt a strong kick to your crotch “no touching your clit without my permission faggot”

Without even realizing you were speaking you responded with “yes Sir, sorry Sir” and you got back to kissing and licking his superior feet.

He must’ve had you too down there kissing his feet and begging for his dick for at least an hour, he watched an entire football game on your TV while you both were down there.

That night he let your boyfriend suck his dick while you were only allowed to lick and worship his balls, he also had you both put your faces together and lick and worship his ass for what felt like forever.

By the end he stuck his sock in your mouth and told you not to dare let it fall out, and had you watch him fuck your boyfriend while he called him a worthless little faggot. Never allowing you to touch your dick the entire time he was there. You were humiliated, you and your boyfriend both turned into his servants and degraded, he even had you suck and lick his cum out of your boyfriend’s asshole. While you were following his demand and licking his cum out of your boyfriends asshole he started pissing on your face and your boyfriends ass and laughing.

Ever since that day all you and your boyfriend do is wait and hope he’d agree to meet you, every time he’d meet he would make you too both compete for his dick and compete to serve him, who ever did better got to get fucked by him while the other watched. The one who didn’t get fucked would also always lick his cum out of the other ones ass while getting pissed on.

You got pretty excited when Tyler, the hottest guy in your college math class, approached you on Monday after class

“Hey, you workout?”

At first you thought he was complimenting you on your physique, which got you pretty excited

“Yeah I do, I didn’t think I was seeing results yet but-“

He cut you off

“Today at 4, meet me at equinox, you got a membership?”

“No actually I workout at-“

He cut you off again

“Get one if you wanna see me there”

As soon as you left class you went and got your membership as instructed, 300$ seemed pretty expensive but it will be worth it to workout with him.

When 3:45 rolls around you’re already at the gym entrance waiting for Tyler, worrying you might miss him.

He doesn’t show up till 4:25, you try and get yourself to be annoyed with him for being late to the time he set up but you couldn’t help but still be excited, secretly in your pervert faggot mind you’re thinking he invited you cuz he liked you, thinking maybe he’d even let you suck him off after the workout or something, such a stupid fag.

When he comes in he walks straight to the entrance where they swipe members to get in, barely even taking a look at you sitting at the benches, you run up to catch up to him.

“He Tyler! You’re a little lat”

He looks at you, with a little anger in his eyes and puts his finger to his mouth, signaling for you to be quiet, he goes to front desk and says “hey, I’m entering as this guys guest” he says pointing to you.

The girl at the front desk looks a little taken aback “ugh sure, what’s his name”

Tyler responds “I don’t fucking know this fags name”

You’re surprised, how did he know you’re gay? Even worse why is he calling you a fag in front of someone? You wanna be angry but you can’t help but get a little hard, being around Tyler alone is enough to get you a little hard but with him calling you a fag? You’re fully erect.

Tyler looks back at you, seemingly annoyed.

“Well, give her your fucking membership, fucking idiot”

You hand her your membership card and confirm he’s your guest, you’re very confused by what’s happening but almost can’t help but do what he tells you.

Once your past the front desk, he instructs you “no one is gonna see you in here with me faggot, you can work out on the other side of the gym only” at this point you fully have a hard boner that’s showing through your basketball shorts, he takes notice, taking a quick glance at you down there “oh you’re already fucking hard? Never mind the other side of the gym, go wait in the locker room, once I’m done working out, I might send you home with an old pair of socks or a used towel, do not dare step out of the fucking locker room faggot, got it?”

You were almost speechless, you had no reason to obey him, no reason to let you talk to him that way but the excitement you felt being told what to do by him was indescribable, and the thought of going home with an old pair of socks of his sent you over the fucking moon, you realized at this point his membership probably ran out and he didn’t wanna renew it which is the only reason why you were there, but you didn’t care at all, you were so happy you could be of service to such a man.

You start nodding and without thinking about it for a second you said “yes sir”

When he showed up at your door and you greeted him he didn’t respond, he brushed past you and asked “got any beer in the fag house?” You laughed nervously not knowing how to respond, this wasn’t an unusual way for him to speak to you. He goes to the couch and you grab him a beer hoping to break the ice you ask him to let you know if there’s anything you can do to make him more comfortable while he’s staying with you, you didn’t expect him to have a demand right away “yeah actually, you can start rubbing my feet, they’ve been killing me”

kicking off his shoes and positioning his foot in front of you before you even had the chance to respond, a little shocked by this request but not wanting to go be rude you get down and start rubbing them, to be honest he might’ve been an asshole but he was so incredibly hot and such an alpha man the idea of being close even to his feet did turn you on in a way that you couldn’t explain.

The smell was so intoxicating and gave you an instant boner, it seemed like he knew more about what was going on than you did, that’s when he brought his foot closer to your mouth “you know you can kiss my feet if you’d like, I know you want to, even before you did”

Without thinking you try and press your lips onto his godly feet, you didn’t even have the chance to think, under this white alpha and his feet, you were as helpless as he knew you would be. Before your lips even got the honor he pulled it back “it’s gonna cost you though fag, you know there’s no coming back, once you kiss my feet your accepting your place as beneath me and my slave”

You start nodding before you can even think “yes sir, whatever you’d like from me just please let me taste your superior alpha feet sir”

He gave a devilish smile and pressed his feet on your face, you knew you made the right choice then and there.

He uses your place to bring the girls he fucks when he isn’t fucking your sister, and when it comes to his bills you’re both now fighting for the chance to pay for more.

Adam was the last person you expected to see in your hotel room right before your wedding, you guessed your future wife had let him since she never refused anything he demanded of her, he had made himself comfortable in the room, with a drink in his hand and a smirk when you walked in.

“Ugh hey Adam, this room isn’t for guests the ceremony is at th-“

He cut you off before you could finish “obviously I know this room isn’t for guests since I’m the only one here, I thought I’d do you a favor and have this conversation with you alone, since this might be your wedding day and all that”

Your mind starts to race, you’ve been avoiding being alone with Adam since you’ve known about him, afraid what he might say to you, embarrassed both of you knew he was fucking your fiancé before you met her and still is.

“Oh well I guess that’s nice of you thanks, what did you wanna talk to me about?”

“You never asked for my blessing to marry Amy did you”

“Well I never thought I would need your blessing to marry her”

“Well you’re fucking mistaken, you knew she’s been riding my dick for 3 years now, Amy is a good fuck, obedient, doesn’t complain and she got you to do all the boyfriend shit so she doesn’t bother me with that shit, and you know she wouldn’t marry you if I told her not to right? You realize that?”

You were confused by the conversation and how comfortable he was telling you all this about the woman you’re supposed to marry in an hour, but you also knew he was right, Amy would call off the wedding the second he tells her to, you had to find a way to save yourself from all this embarrassment.

“You’re right Adam, you’ve been here before me and I should’ve asked it slipped my mind, but please don’t do this, I love Amy and want to marry her more than anything please give me your blessing Adam”

His smile gets bigger “I knew you’d know the right thing to do, you’re a good cuck, and the bitch can do worse than you so I’ll tell you what, she told me how much you make, 50% of that will be transferred to me every month and I’ll let you go through with this thing”

50% of your income is a lot of money, you start to consider it for a second but you realize you can’t let yourself be humiliated in front of all your friends and family.

“Yes, okay, I can do that”

“Smart move”

You realize how desperate you must’ve sounded because he starts to push even further.

“Make sure you don’t miss a month cuz I’ll be quick to make that call, considering how generous I’m being with you, you’re gonna address me as Sir from now on”

You nod your head thinking about the possibility of losing your wife.

“Alright, thank you and I’m sorry for not asking for your blessing before” you say trying to calm him down and get the day to go smoothly.

“That’s not how you thank and apologize to a man” he said and he extends his barefoot to you, he doesn’t need to tell you what to do, you know what you have to do to keep your wife, you get on your knees, kiss his feet and say “thank you Sir”

Ever since your roommate found out you were a fag this became a daily routine.

His friends show up, drink and smoke whatever it is they told you to buy the day before while you keep up with house work and whatever tasks they give you for the night.

In return they sometimes let you kiss their feet or smell their shoes.

You almost forgot your own name cuz all they ever call you is faggot.

You’ve never felt so right in your life, they know your place, you know your place.