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“All right faggot, time for another blowjob”

He already took off his pants, and my knees bend down automatically. I catch myself, standing up. My whole being screams at what I’m doing, the question I’m asking. Months of rigorous training, nights of being fucked and submitted to hypnosis and forced to take pills that were supposed to make me a better fag for him tells me to shut up and obey. But my fear is greater.

“Here sir?”

He smiles, almost happy that I don’t obey. He knows that I understand what he wants to do. He enjoys my fear.

“Yep.”

“But er… But…”

“Yep. Figured it’s time for you to see some other dicks than mine.”

I say nothing. I breath. I process the information. I get on my knees, starting to blow him. In minutes people are going to start coming in for the rally this afternoon. They’re going to film me sucking him. He’s probably gonna be rough with me, maybe piss in and on me, invite people to use me. I know his goal, he wants to show the whole university that I’m a fag for use and that he’s my master.

If I had to guess he wants the frats to hear about it. Once they know there’s a trained fag on campus, they’ll all want me to come to their parties. They have their own fags of course, but they always want more, want new ones. Maybe they’ll make a bid to buy me permanently, or maybe they’ll rent me night by night, like a whore. The worst thing is, as I’m thinking about all of that my dick gets hard in my cage. That’s truly who I am now, nothing but a faggot that loves to serve.