A Journey to Hell

A journey to hell

By Naughty Bard

Warning: this story contains sexual acts (oral, domination, humiliation, watersports) both straight and gay.

If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please stop reading.

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Chapter 3

Mark Ward was playing distractedly with one of his blond locks while listening to Machine Gun Kelly. That dude was fucking dope, and so was his music. He must be literally drowning in pussy!' the boy thought enviously. Not that he had ever had much trouble finding a chick to fuck but that kind of fame and dough made you pretty much a god. Yeah. A god wouldn't spend his vacation in a fucking dump like the one they had rented. He wasn't complaining to the others, obviously. The last thing he wanted was to make them feel bad about it. He would have paid for them to stay at a five star hotel but he doubted daddy dear would have forked out all that cash. The old man was definitely way more loaded than he was generous. Which brought them back to dumptown. Oh well! He was with his buddies which was what mattered. Yeah, but still. He was hot and kinda clammy, lying on his bed, even though he was only wearing his boxers and a damp wife beater. The AC wasn't even an option. Unbelievable. They were chilling in that sleazy bedroom, waiting for the night to come, to party. Jesse Ruiz, Shawn Donovan and Alex Jin, his three bros. Together they had had the best fucking time any teenager could ever have. So much so that high school had been pretty much a blast. They were quite simply the shit'. Everyone respected them, admired them, and wanted either to be them or sleep with them. Pretty sweet. Unfortunately now that high school was over and the four boys were gonna part ways, well, things didn't look as peachy to the blond stud. Shawn and Jesse were going to UCLA, Alex, the brainy kid was going to MIT and Mark had been miraculously accepted to Brown only because his dad owned god knows how many buildings there. And that was NOT cool. They worked as a group. Sure, some people called them bullies behind their backs but they didn't really care. So what if they were? What was wrong in having a little fun with stupid wimps who don't have the balls to stand up for themselves? Yeah. But that was over, now. If he was being honest he was a little worried about the future. No doubt he was gonna meet new kids and shit but he was gonna have to start all over to earn respect. And he was alone. Obviously he wasn't scared or anything, just a little bummed out about it. He wasn't gonna be the king anymore, or at least not right away.

`It's not gonna take long if they're all like this bitch.' A smirk came to his lips as he looked down. A twenty-something nerdy uggo was sliding his tongue between his toes to eat the scum Mark had collected playing ball all morning. This stupid faggot had been lapping on their feet for the last two hours and at this point there was not much grime he hadn't already swallowed. They had promised him he could go out with them if he was a good little foot bitch and the queer litterally hadn't stopped licking for a fucking second. He had cleaned their feet all eagerly, slobbering and drooling like he was high or something. And his little dicklet had been hard all the fucking time. Mark had never seen anyone so pathetic and pitiful. He watched him take his toes inside his mouth and suckle on each of them for the umpteenth time. Two hours of that just so he could go out with them and be pushed around all night. Mark snickered at the thought. It was pretty fucking awesome.

Shawn smiled when his girfriend's pic appeared on his phone.

"Hey, babe!" He answered the call.

"Damn it, Shawn! Why do I always have to be the one calling? You didn't even text me this morning, what gives?" she sounded a little on the resentful side. The boy knew that tone and how to handle it. No sweat at all. She was gonna start purring to him in less than two minutes.

"Babe, I'm really sorry!" he began "Yesterday was the hardest day ever! You have no idea! We had to hike for, like, miles and then we had to set up camp! And let me tell you, those tents are NOT easy to fucking assemble!" he was so good at lying "We basically spent the whole evening shoving poles into holes. Believe me, it was fucking exhausting!" His three buddies were in stitches but they were trying real hard to keep it down cause Julie couldn't have possibly gotten the sex pun. The faggot was looking at him with his mouth half open and his tongue sticking out, exactly like the bitch he was. He had stopped lapping Mark's toejam for a second. Shawn smiled at him and winked as if to say `It's our little secret, remember?' and the stupid fag went back to licking as happy as can be. What a fucking loser. "And then we had a couple of beers and we passed out and this morning there was so much to do... I'm sorry but I just forgot..."

"Well... yeah, fine, I get it... but... you know how worried I get when I don't hear from you... I get all insecure and ..." and there was the purring. Shawn smirked. It was child's play to manipulate her once you got the hang of it. Not like her faggot brother, that was off the charts easy, but still. Which was the reason he didn't break up with her. It was quite convenient to have her as his official girlfriend. She was pretty cute to begin with, she spread her legs on cue, let him deepthroat her whenever he felt like it, and she was even learning to swallow his loads. And in return all she needed was a little cuddling and wooing which wasn't all that hard, really.

"Yeah, babe, I'm sorry... but you got no reason to be! I love you, you know that!" Those were the three magic words that opened every single door. There was nothing she would deny him or she wouldn't forgive whenever he said those words. I love you. That's how he had turned her into the lewd, slutty whore she was when they were in bed. He had whispered it in her ear and he had popped her cherry after barely two weeks of dating. Another whisper and she was on all fours while he was sliding his cock into her ass. Now she pretty much begged for it. And as far as her face hole went, well, let's just say that her mouth and throat were basically shaped like his dick. Sure it had taken a little time to teach her how to suck a dick but she was now a fucking champ. Shawn's buddies were still snickering.

"Oh, baby I love you so much! I miss you already, you know!?" Julie melted. She had gotten into Harvard, straight-A brainiac that she was and in a month or so she was gonna fly to the other side of the country. While listening to her voice, Shawn realized that it was kinda hard letting go of such a convenient cumtank. But it was just for a second. `I'll have to train a new one.' the boy thought wildly. He was a misogynist prick and he knew it. But so were his friends and all in all, life hadn't really taught him otherwise so why would he ever consider changing when the perks of being a little dickish were so fucking awesome?

They chatted for a few minutes about this and that until the girl asked about his brother.

"And Francis? Is he having fun?" Shawn couldn't help smirking. He looked at the faggot's face devotedly glued to his buddy's soles.

"Oh, I think he's the one who's having the best time, out of all of us!" he snapped his fingers and the faggod turned to him instantly. He looked more and more like an actual bitch, with every passing minute. Shawn simply pointed at his own feet and in about two seconds the sissy's tongue was servicing him again. It was impossible not to laugh and this time, Julie noticed.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Hehe! Nothing, babe! Jesse just finished telling a joke, that's all." the boy replied.

"Yeah, must've been real funny..." she said curtly. She had never liked Jesse very much "Look, can I talk to my brother? Don't worry, I'll just say hello real quick and I'll let you get back to your man stuff."

Shawn sat up.

"Sure, babe! Hang on!" He covered the phone speaker with his hand and looked at the fag like he meant business "Not a word to her, remember?" he said softly and the bitch almost broke his neck nodding so fucking vigurously he looked like one of those stupid plastic dashbord toys. And he was smiling happily too.

"It's our little secret, right?" he recited that phrase like a good little pet that needs to be praised and then winked at Shawn.

"Right, bitch!" the boy replied, handing him his cell. Then added "Oh, and one more thing... Don't ever stop licking, ok?"

"Uhm... ok..." the bitch answered and took the phone from his hands. "Hey Julie... slurp... slurp..."

Everybody doubled over as quietly as they possibly could. It was simply hilarious.

"Yeah... slurp... slurp... I'm having a... slurp... great time... slurp... slurp... uh huh... slurp... slurp... yeah... slurp... slurp... they guys are awesome... slurp... slurp..."

Shawn suddenly thought about Mr. Connor, Julie's and this faggot's father, an overbearing douche who wouldn't shut up about how great his two precious children were, virtuous, smart, distinguished, incorruptible. Poor son of a bitch, if only he knew that one was his on-call cocksucker and the other was his footfag. The little faggot was nodding and answering his sister's questions but he never used more than a few words at a time before slobbering all over his toes again and again. Retard.

Then the girl must have asked him what he was doing cause the fag answered.

"I'm eating an ice cream... slurp... slurp..." again, too funny "No... slurp... slurp... I can't stop... slurp... slurp... it's... slurp... it's too tasty... slurp... slurp..."

Jesse was holding his stomach, he was laughing so hard.

"Now... slurp... I have to... slurp... go... slurp... slurp... say hi to mom... slurp... slurp... and dad... slurp... slurp..." Shawn took his cell back and had to try his best to stop snickering for a second.

"Well, see, we're treating him right!" he said conversationally.

"Yeah, thanks babe! Really! For bringing him with you and making him feel welcome." the boy suppressed a new fit of laughter.

"Yeah, no problem!"

"No, I'm serious! Thank you, I'll make it up to you, I promise! I'll do anything you want!" She said, all sweet and sugary.

`You pretty much do already.' the boy thought to himself.

"Careful, I'll hold you to that!" he said to her and she giggled.

"Alright, I'll let you get back to your tasty ice cream."

"Hahaha! Don't worry, Francis is the only one who's having some, the boys and I definitely aren't into that but he's having a ton, it's like he's hooked on it, right Francis?"

"Yes!" came the instant reply.

"Whatever! You boys have fun, ok?" Julie said "I love you!"

"Yeah, me too, babe! Talk to you later!"

And the second he hung up they all roared with laughter.

Francis was satisfied with the work he had done. Even a little proud, actually. In two hours he had cleaned their feet so well they didn't even smell anymore. He could taste them on his tongue and the rest of his mouth down to the base of his throat. Quite the indescribable flavor. But it was absolutely worth it. He would have gone out with them. They were actually gonna bring him along, to have dinner with them and maybe a club afterwards or something. That was beyond exciting. He had just had to lie to Julie which he didn't really feel comfortable about but Shawn had told him it was just a little while lie and whatever Shawn said... Well, that boy had so much experience, really, he knew how the world worked way better than Francis did simply because he hadn't wasted every waking moment of his life studying. It was silly not to agree with everything he said, not to mention counterproductive. God, he admired that boy so much, it was crazy. If tonight he brings me along...' Francis thought I'll lick his feet any day!' then he laughed to himself, kinda bitterly `Who am I kidding, I'll lick them anyways if he tells me to. Like I had any choice in the matter.'

His tongue was tired, stiff and a little sore but there was no way he was gonna stop. Shawn had just hung up from his call with Julie and was now rolling on his bed, cackling while Francis kept suckling on his toes. No rest for the weary. The gorgeous boy jock was actually making fun of his sister. He was a little different from the way he had idolized him but the young man surprisingly found himself not disliking this new version of him. The more time he spent with him the more he realized how much he loved him in all his aspects, even when he humiliated him, with his friends. Actually, if he was being honest with himself, he liked that part even more.

"Hey!" he got kicked on the back of his head and he turned to face Jesse "Why don't you pay attention to my feet for a while? I'm starting to feel neglected!" He didn't wanna stop servicing Shawn but the boy was not even acknowledging his presence, to be honest and it's not like he wanted to disobey Jesse or anything. So he turned his whole body and went to work on Jesse's feet. Saying that he didn't like licking his feet would be a stretch, but he was the least favorite of them all. Mostly because he scared the hell out of Francis. The college boy didn't really know why. He wasn't the biggest or tallest but there was something about that kid. He was mean and he always had that evil smirk that didn't really match the angelic features his face flaunted.

"You know, what?" Jesse said as he reached for his phone "Shawn gave me an idea!" he pointed his phone right to Francis's face "Let's shoot a niiiice video interview with the foot bitch, what do you guys say?"

Again with the mean streak. Cheers and laughter and noises of agreement. Francis stopped licking. He suddenly got his wits back.

"No... I... don't want to... please..." He didn't want proof of what he was doing. It was bad enough he was doing it in the first place and compromising videos were dangerous. Very dangerous. He turned to Shawn again, pleading but he did not like the icy stare he received.

"Why not?" the handsome teen said, sub-zero cold while the others were booing and acting all disappointed "What's the problem now?" Shawn said half exasperated, half aggressive like Francis was being unreasonably difficult "We're just having a laugh Francis! We ARE having fun, after all, aren't we?" it wasn't a real question. The undertone of his voice clearly said `I dare you to disagree'. Francis swallowed hard, already regretting his outspoken complaint.

"Of course he's having fun! He even told his sister!" Jesse bellowed over everyone's cackles.

"Damn straight, he's loving it! Aren't you bitch?" Alex asked cockily. Francis couldn't really defy someone who looked as hot as those jocks.

"Y... yes... of course... I'm... I'm having a lot of fun..." more side-splitting laughter from the bunch. Shawn was indeed widely entertained but he kept looking at him with the same cold eyes.

"Good, then you'll do it, right?" His frosty inflection sent shivers down Francis's spine.

"Y... yes... of course... I'll do it... sorry guys..." he crumbled in front of them and tried to even overdo it a little "I'm... I'm very happy to do it..." everybody but Shawn doubled over. The gorgeous teenage boy was still staring down at him even though he curled his lips.

"We'll let it go this time..." he shoved his index finger right to his face "But you can't keep ruining our fun! Chill the fuck up!" Francis suddenly felt like he was dying inside. He had made him angry. It was the first time. It had never happened before. Shawn was actually pissed at him. He couldn't bear the thought of it. He let go of every inhibition and started kissing his feet, begging shamelessly, hoping to make things better.

"I'm so sorry!! It won't happen again, I promise you!" He looked at his perfect features, still kissing almost in worship.

After a few seconds even Shawn cracked up.

"Hahaha! Alright bitch! You're forgiven!" he said and Francis felt like the whole world was smiling at him "Now get back to work!" the teenage demigod pushed his face away quite roughly and shoved it against Jesse's feet. They were all laughing. Francis was over the moon. He had forgiven him. It was probably the best moment of his life.

"Thank you... thank you guys! Thank you so much!!" he was laughing too, drunk with euphoria and he even felt genuinely happy to start lapping at Jesse's feet.

Jesse pointed his phone camera at him.

"Alright! Just for this interview we'll let you speak, ok? You know, just like a person!" Jesse smirked at those words and Francis nodded vigorously.

"Thank you... thank you, guys!" he went on repeating those words of sincere gratitude.

"Hahaha! Sure, bitch! No problem!" said Jesse "But you know the rules, you must never stop licking! NEVER, you hear?!" Francis nodded again, now suckling on the boy's big toe "And remember, you gotta entertain us, that's the whole reason why we're doing this!" another series of confident nods.

"Hehehe! Ok, here we go!" the boy pressed `record' "Name?"

"Francis... slurp... slurp... Grant..." he replied immediately, looking straight at the camera.

"Occupation?" Jesse pressed on.

`Occupation?' Francis hesitated for a couple of seconds. He needed to entertain them, right?

"I'm a foot... slurp... licking...slurp... toilet... slurp..."

The boys went into hysterics.

By nine o'clock they were ready to leave the apartment. When Francis got in the car with them he still couldn't believe his luck. He had showered happily and dressed up for the occasion. He had brushed his teeth twice and had also tried to brush the taste of feet from his tongue. More out of what was left of his self-respect than a real need to do it. But all in all he felt pretty damn good about the afternoon now that it was over. He had been super funny during the interview. The boys were in stitches pretty much at every answer he had given them, especially when Jesse had asked about what the best part of his job was or what his expectations for the future were. And then, as his Masters, they had him smear loyalty to them as a toilet and as a footbitch. It hadn't been exactly a breeze but for that kind of reward he would've done way worse.

The town was incredibly crowded. So much so that finding parking was not easy at all. They ate at some sort of diner which was packed with kids. Late teens, early twenties. Everybody was shouting and laughing and drinking and the waiters were busting their butts trying to serve everybody. Francis had a dopey smile on his face and was looking around like a five-year-old at DisneyWorld. The four straight jocks were commenting on the swarms of girls that were coming and going and didn't really pay that much attention to him except for a few degrading digs here and there just to remind him of his place. They ordered five pints of beer but he never got around to drinking his own. Alex snatched it from his hands the second the server handed it to him.

"You know the rules!" the Asian kid said, taking a swig from what was supposed to be his glass "Aaaahhh! This beer is pretty fucking awesome!" he said passing the jug to Mark "Too bad you can't drink it, toilet! You don't know what you're missing! Hehehe!" They laughed.

"Yeah, but if the beer is this good, I bet even our piss is gonna be suuuuper tasty! Hahaha!" cackled Mark before drinking his share. More laughter. Then, after the physiological half an hour they started visiting the establishment facilities one after the other. They simply couldn't give up this particular entertainment. The first to go was Alex. He picked up the now empty tankard, winked at Francis and said: "Imma fill it up for you, ok?" and headed for the can. The last one to go was Mr Perfect himself, Shawn and when he came back he was indeed holding the glass full to the brim, as if he had asked for a refill in the kitchen or something. He couldn't stop snickering as he was getting near the table.

"Hey guys, see fatso over there?" he said, sitting the pitcher right in front of Francis. They all looked in the direction the boy was pointing. A three-hundred-pound, forty-something, balding Mexican was smirking at them with a cigar in his mouth. He was sweating like a pig and repulsive was probably the most spot on adjective you could use to describe him "Met him at the urinals and since I just couldn't fill it up I asked him if he wanted to give his contribution! Hahaha!" they went into hysterics. Shawn continued "I mean, it wasn't fair to you, toilet! You asked for a pint of piss and a pint of piss you'll drink!! Hahaha!!" Francis felt nauseated and had to swallow back the impulse to vomit.

"Well, bitch! You know what to do!" Jesse said cheerfully. The college boy was at this point completely subdued. He didn't even try to protest or anything. He picked up the tankard, glanced at the ugly Mexican in the corner who was now smirking so evil it was grotesque. The man raised his own glass to say cheers'. Francis copied him and then he started to drink. It was happening again. For the umpteenth time since the beginning of that trip he was swallowing their piss. This time, though, he was doing it in front of two hundred people. Nobody noticed anything out of the ordinary, of course. To an external eye that was simply a table where five buddies were simply being a little rowdy. Four kids chanting chug it, chug it!' to a fifth one hardly constituted `weird' in such an establishment. Besides the color, the foam, everything led to believe that what Francis was gulping down, was actually beer. Yeah, right. Yet, why wasn't he hating every second of it? Was he crazy? Those boys were humiliating him, ruthlessly, mercilessly. Sure it was a game, just to have a laugh, Shawn had been quite clear about that. But Francis realized as he was chugging the warm liquid that, however things were, he was ok with it. It was the price to pay to get what he wanted. Maybe he really was crazy. But it didn't matter all that much to be honest. After all, nobody knew him there and he could enjoy the perks of their awesome company. In a very twisted way he felt like one of them, part of the group and that was still a priority for the college boy.

"Nice job!" Mark slapped him on the back when he was done drinking "You're a pro, bitch!"

"Yeah, he's the piss-drinking champ! Hahaha!" said Alex. Francis smiled at them.

"You bet! But you still got a little foam here..." Shawn said, widely entertained, touching his own upper lip. Francis didn't even stop to think. His tongue was already twirling around, to clean all that was left of their piss. Needless to say the boys were cackling like monkeys again. And why wouldn't they? Even he was finding the situation ridiculous.

After a while a chubby waitress brought them the check. Shawn had probably asked her on his way to the bathroom. Clearly they were in a hurry to go somewhere else.

"Look, man!" Jesse said to him, holding the small piece of paper between two fingers "I think it's fair to say that we've been extremely generous with you today, don't you think?" snickers around the table "I mean, you got to smell our feet, lick `em for like two hours straight and drink our piss, it was all because we were super nice, right?" he didn't even bother to keep his voice down. There was so much noise around them, no one really heard what he was saying, anyway. Francis nodded.

"Yeah, we even let you come with us tonight!" added Alex petting his head, like you would a dog.

"Y... yeah... it's true... thank you..." the boy said passively.

"Awesome!" said Jesse with a smirk that spoke volumes "Well, then, it's settled. Dinner's on you tonight. What do you guys say?"

"Fuck, yeah!" Mark said!

"You know it!" said Alex.

"Yeah, fair is fair, after all!" Shawn sent him a very eloquent look. As on cue, Francis took the check from Jesse's hand and reached for his wallet.

"Yes, of course! You have been so nice to me! That's the least I can do!" it was like the words were coming out of his mouth on their own, like his mouth knew what to say way better than his brain. It was better that way anyways. The last time he had disagreed, Shawn had gotten angry. And that was NEVER to happen again.

Jesse Ruiz was pretty sure he had never met a bigger idiot than this one. And to think he had screwed his share of brainless sluts, a few dozen actually. The entire cheerleading squad to begin with. But even they seemed to have more brain activity than this Physics prodigy. Not that he was complaining, of course. Quite the opposite. Toying with him was probably the most entertaining thing they had done in a while. They got out of the restaurant and walked around town for a bit. The fag followed them around like a loyal little bitch. Then they got into a noisy, crowded bar where the music was so loud you could hardly hear anything else. An army of kids were dancing, laughing, drinking, sweating, shouting and generally having a fucking awesome time. That was exactly the kinda place they were looking for. They pushed their way through the endless rows of clammy bodies looking around for a few `holes to shove their poles into', like Shawn had put it. It was actually the easiest thing to do in that kinda place. All you had to do was pick. He felt someone tugging his sleeve and turned around.

"Jesse! Is that you?" a cute blond was smiling at him. He vaguely remembered her from the night before. It wasn't easy, really. After all he had only looked at her face when he had grabbed her head from both sides and skull-fucked the shit out of her. And by the looks of it she had loved every second of it.

Hey..." he was drawing a blank "What's your name again?" he asked. The girl looked slightly bummed about it but kept smiling sweetly at him. She was probably a bit tipsy already.

"Marissa! Remember?" she answered.

"Sure, sure!" he lied, "You here with your friends?"

"Yeah, they're over there!" she said pointing somewhere behind him. He didn't even turn and she wrapped her arms around him "Actually I was wondering if you wanted to do it again..." she started kissing his neck. He smirked.

"Do what again?" he asked a little cruelly.

"You know... the sex..." she had to say it pretty loud to be heard over the music.

"Hehehe! You guys liked the way we fucked you, huh?" he said, turning to see where his friends were. They were already at the bar, ordering drinks. The girl was licking his neck now.

"Yeah... It was awesome..." she answered to his ear, all sexy. He grabbed her tits and groped them for a few seconds.

"No bra, huh? Nice!" he snickered. Her nipples were so hard they were about to pierce her super tight top. The boy squeezed one of them and she moaned in pleasure. Around them there was so much chaos that they could have started fucking right there and then and hardly anyone would have noticed. Jesse let his hands slide down on that body he had already had in every possible way, groping at will. He put a hand up her skirt. "Hahaha! Well, well, you're not even wearing panties?" he taunted and suddenly shoved a couple of fingers in her pussy. He didn't need to ask for permission. She let out a high pitched moan and grabbed a hold of his body not to fall on her knees "Better save time if a dick needs to get in, huh?" He started moving his two fingers slowly at first then faster and faster. He grabbed her ass with his other hand. It was like her body belonged to him and sure enough in less than twenty seconds she was wet as fuck. "Wow, you're totally in heat, aren't you? Would you like it if my friends and I threw you into one of those private rooms over there and fucked the shit outta ya? All four of us together?"

The girl had her mouth open in an expression of pure pleasure.

"Oh... yeah..." she moaned.

"Of course you would, that's cause you're a horny slut, right?" he kept sliding his fingers in and out.

"Yes... yes... I am..." she was trying to restrain herself but it was getting extremely difficult.

"What makes you think you'd satisfy us, huh?"

"Mmmmm...." she was licking her lips harder and harder "I would... I just would..." now she was biting her lower lips, lewdly. He stopped fingering her and showed her his hand.

"You're a flood down there! Now my hand's all dirty! Look! What are you gonna do about it?" she didn`t hesitate for a second, she started sucking on his fingers. "Hehehe! Yeah, that's what I thought!" he let her do it for a few seconds then "Well, too bad you little whore, tonight I'm looking for a new pussy to fuck, you know, a tight one, I don't do sloppy seconds." he said in the most cruel tone and the girl looked like she had been hit by lightning "But if you're that desperate, maybe I'll look for you later. I'll probably be in the mood to get my dick sucked, anyway, so keep your pretty mouth handy for me, will ya?" he slipped his fingers out of her mouth, winked at her and turned to leave but the girl grabbed his arm.

"But... but Jesse..." she said, looking hurt.

"Look, babe, don't be selfish, ok?" he said to her, getting free from her hand "I already fucked you yesterday, didn't I? And there are so many other pussies here! Why would I use yours again?" he was being a complete dick. There was no way he would have pulled that off with his girlfriend or one of his usual sex friends. But there, it was just too much fun to be like that cause there really were no consequences whatsoever. "Just go get wasted with your friends and wait around for me, ok?" he didn't even wait for a reply, he turned around and headed for the bar.

The guys hadn't wasted any time. They had ordered some tequila shots and they were offering them to the chicks they were hitting on. Super tall blondes with blue eyes.

"Hey! Where were you?" asked Shawn turning to him and leaving the chatting up to Alex and Mark.

"One of the whores from yesterday saw me and got all wet. She wanted me to do her again." Jesse replied.

"Right! Same pussy twice in a row? What are we married for fuck's sake?"

"I know! That's what I said!" Jesse replied "But I didn't wanna break her heart so I told her we might use her mouth when we're done banging these pretty things. Look at the rack on that one, fuck!"

"Yep! But there's just three of them and they're like Russian or something. Can't understand a word that's coming out of their mouth." Shawn said.

Jesse shrugged.

"Don't see what the problem is. They'll just have to work a little harder to take in all of us." Jesse replied "And who cares if they don't speak English. They're gonna be sucking on our dicks pretty much the whole time, anyways, so..."

"Amen to that!"

The two boys fist bumped each other, snickering.

"So what do we do with him?" Shawn jerked his head backwards towards the bitch. He was standing behind Mark who had already started making out with one of the chicks. The fag looked confused, like he didn't understand what was going on.

"I think it's time we have a nice little chat with him, what do you say?" the two boys smirked at each other.

"You bet, bro!"

Francis was extremely uncomfortable. Mark and Alex were shamelessly groping girls they had just met right next to him. Jesse and Chris were chatting a few feet from them. Francis couldn't hear what they were saying, the music was so loud that any form of spoken interaction was a little difficult. They were, however, giving him strange looks and they were smiling. After a little while they rejoined the group and Shawn introduced Jesse to the girls.

"Ladies! It's a pleasure to meet you!" the latino demigod flashed them a smile that would have melted an iceberg. Francis's knees buckled and sure enough the girls appreciated it just as much as he did.

"We have flat... near..." one of the girls shouted over the music. Her accent was so thick she almost sounded like a character from a satirical skit. She was smiling very lasciviously and she was pointing towards the back of the club.

"Well, that is awesome news!" Shawn said charmingly "Mark, Alex, why don't you wait for us just outside the club with the ladies, we'll catch up in a sec!" he continued pointing at Francis with his eyes. The two boys smirked, nodded and walked the girls towards the back exit.

"They no come?" asked one of the girls.

"Sure! Don't worry, they just need to get rid of a problem!" Alex replied to her, grabbing her ass.

Shawn and Jesse turned to Francis and put their arms on his shoulders, one for each side. Once again, he was overwhelmed by their looks. They were not human. They couldn't be. The demigod thing wasn't just a joke. They had to be some sort of minor gods from ancient times. There was no way people could look so good.

"Hey, toilet! We gotta talk! C'mon!" They looked quite serious as they walked him towards the private rooms in one of the corners.

"Ok..." Francis said following them. The music died down a bit when they closed the door and it was much easier to talk.

"Look, it's time we explained to you how the whole man-woman thing works." Jesse said as they sat down on one of the couches. Francis in the middle, squeezed between those teenage bodies he would have killed to touch and kiss... and lick.

"Yeah, you know all that bullshit about equality and the fact that men and women are the same..." Shawn snorted loudly "Guess what, they're not!" he stated.

"Uhm... ok..." Francis replied, confused.

"Men are bigger and stronger, aren't they?" Shawn continued and Francis nodded energically "Then it stands to reason that we are superior, it's a fact!"

"Yeah, but it's not just a physical thing, you know?" Jesse cut in "Same goes for this!" he touched Francis's forehead "They know they're weak and they totally need to be dominated, body and mind. It's in their DNA, man!"

"They feel actual pain until they submit to this, you know?" Shawn grabbed his crotch and Francis's whole body was shaken by an electric shock "Am I right?" the teenage boy asked his buddy.

"Couldn't agree more, bro!" replied Jesse "It's their only moment of fulfillment. They're happy if they satisfy our needs. They feel like their lives finally matter. And obeying us is a huge part of the deal, you know!"

It was by far the most ridiculous theory he had ever heard in his life and if anyone else had said it he would have sent him to the nearest shrink but if it was Shawn, well, then it made perfect sense.

"Yeah, like those three, out there!" Shawn continued "Right now, they are suffering like hell because they need to be fucked. They're totally in heat, man! You see, they wanna be dominated and we wanna be serviced. You with me?" the gorgeous boy asked. Francis nodded again, even more vigorously. "Good! Cause, you see, it's the same with your sister." Shawn added "She's there to satisfy me and that makes her feel good." Francis was following every word like it was the most important lesson of his life. And then Shawn said something that leveled him "But you already know what I'm talking about, right?" Those eyes he was so in love with were piercing his soul once again. It was like Shawn could see everything inside his mind.

"Look, let's be honest, here." said Jesse "You're a fag, aren't you?"

Francis found himself nodding, looking away from Shawn's stare.

"You got the body of a dude but you can't use it, cause you got a chick's brain. You should dominate and yet you wanna be dominated..." They were explaining the situation step by step, like you would with someone who's not particularly bright. It was surreal. It was all extremely surreal "I mean, In all your life you won't even get to satisfy us sexually so pretty much the only thing you can do, at this point is obey." Jesse continued then added "And, bitch, I gotta say, you're a fucking natural at that!" he ruffled his hair and snickered. Francis smiled although a little bitterly. How was it possible that what they were saying actually resonated inside him? He got distracted admiring their perfect little smirks that were getting slightly more evil now.

"Now, if you wanna be part of this group, that's what we want you to do. Obey. That's it. That's all you're allowed to do, get it?" Shawn was so close the college boy could smell his perfect body odor and again his body was shaken.

"Y... yes... I understand..." he replied.

"Great! Then you'll be our..." Jesse thought of the word "Slave! That work for you?" the boy asked Shawn.

"Yep! Sounds appropriate!" replied him.

"Good! Then, that's what we're calling you from now on!" Said Jesse.

"O... ok..." replied Francis looking down.

"And if you're the slave what are we for you?" Shawn pressed. Francis swallowed. It was time to be honest with himself.

"My masters..." the two boys snickered and ruffled his hair again.

"Attaboy! You're smarter than you look, you know? Hehehe!!" Francis was all sweaty. His head was spinning and he couldn't really understand what had just happened.

"Well, slave..." Jesse said, getting up from the couch "Go back to the car and wait for us to call you. When we're done, you come pick us up, understood?" he fished his car keys from his pocket and put them into his hands. Then he gave him a couple of friendly slaps on the cheek. The straight boys laughed and headed for the door to get back to the main hall.

"Oh! And pay the bar tab!" Shawn said to him right before opening the door and letting the deafening music in. Francis stared at them, walking away, free to enjoy all the perks of being young and gorgeous masters.