CHAPTER 192 - FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Wednesday, May 20 (6:45 PM)
The first minutes of my new assignment were quite possibly among the most humiliating of my life.
Not only had Shawn placed me on the floor in front of the couch, but he had also deemed fit to wrap some rope around my neck and use it as a leash, probably hoping to further humiliate me in front of his friends.
My young Master's instructions were simple.
I was to lick his Osiris sneakers clean 'till the laces were white and the leather was free of scuff marks; an impossible task to say the least.
I spent countless minutes licking his huge trainers, slobbering saliva all over them and using my lips to try and suck the grime off.
But no matter how hard I worked, the heavy scuffing and signs of overuse just weren't coming off.
I tried, like REALLY tried.
Contrary to what you might believe though, Shawn was not a cruel Master.
Much like my sincere, yet futile efforts to deal with his oversized dick, my frantic ministrations were having little effect on his worn out bad boys.
Fortunately for me, the beefy jock was satisfied with my efforts and remained fairly passive and merciful in his treatment of me.
He wasn't as loving or as cheerful as Zack might've been, but he certainly wasn't as harsh as Brad was either.
All things considered, Shawn was treating me much like Nick would, had no deep bond or connection formed between us.
Cold and domineering, but not overly harsh or cruel.
The collective laughter and cheerfulness was pretty unrelenting for the first ten minutes.
But as time went by and the jocks slowly got used to the spectacle Shawn was forcing me to put on, their attention gradually went back to the video game world they'd previously been immersed in.
Shawn too eventually lost interest in what I was doing, and quickly ended up taking one of the wireless controllers from the coffee table and joining his buddies for a round of virtual fun.
Every now and then he'd tug on the improvised rope leash or place a sneakered foot onto the nape of my neck to remind me of who was in charge.
Secretly, I kinda liked the attention he was giving me.
The occasional nudge to the head, combined with the leash around my neck and tight ropework that kept me hogtied, sorta made me feel safe and cared for. Cared for, in the sense that my captor was taking extra precautions to make sure I stayed under check.
After a good fifteen minutes of constant lapping, sucking and kissing, I laid my chin down on the floor and attempted to take a break and catch my breath a little.
Master Shawn may not have been the cruelest Master around, but he certainly wasn't the most lenient either.
"Hey. No sleeping on the job." he snapped, pulling my leash tight and giving me a light jab in the head with the tip of his sneaker.
I tried appealing to his mercy and tried telling him my tongue was dry, but the beefy brute showed little sympathy for my plight.
"Lick." he ordered, keeping an iron grip on my leash and pointing straight down towards the sneaker in front of my face.
Master Shawn had spoken, and I was smart enough to tuck my tail between my legs and do what I was told.
The kid may have been two years younger than I was, but every fiber of my being knew that he was the superior man.
The little exchange between us apparently didn't go unnoticed, 'cause another bout of cheerful laughter filled the room up as soon as I stuck my tongue out and resumed worshiping my muscular Master's imposing shoe.
I licked and licked and licked some more, only glancing upwards every now and then to see my captor's super beefy, hairy, thick calves and legs.
Master Shawn spent most of his time focusing on the TV screen, but he did check up on my progress by sparing me a glance or two every couple minutes.
Even after my unrelenting ministrations though, his shoes were still as scuffed and as dirty as ever.
Fortunately for me, my hunky boyfriend's merciful younger cousin seemed reasonably content with my wholehearted attempts to clean them.
As long as I remained submissive and fully compliant, I knew I'd be okay.
By 7:15, I was finally allowed a quick break.
The gaming console was turned off and the TV sports channel was turned on.
Even with my head was facing away from the TV, I almost immediately recognised the pre-game commentary.
Another long, BORING night of watching hockey, I thought to myself.
Every one of Shawn's roomies appeared ecstatic at the prospect of watching tonight's game, and what was previously an afternoon of gaming quickly turned into a night of pizza, beer and hockey.
The first period started and lasted about forty minutes.
I spent the better part of that time slowly lapping my hairy captor's enormous skater shoes before finally resting my head down on the floor and lazily puckering my lips up to kiss his grimy soles.
Shawn was pretty laid back by that point.
The first period was a tie between both teams. and from the loud cheering in the room and the rowdy arena crowd, I got the feeling that it was a fairly heated game.
The opening period ended and finally left way to a twenty-minute-long commercial break.
But instead of calming down, the general atmosphere in the room became even louder and more jovial when two of Joshua roommates joined the fun and walked in with a large pack of beer cans in tow.
Excluding myself, there was now a total of seven guys cluttered up in the apartment living room. Seven!
Aside from making me squirm and blush in discomfort, the two new arrivals also caused Shawn to raise the ante a little and tighten his grip on me.
"Back to work." he angrily snapped, putting a foot on my leash and pulling the end of it tight so that my head was yanked out of it's slumber.
A soft whimper escaped from my lips before I managed to slide my tongue out and resume the frantic cleaning of his shoes.
Just like before, I remained fully compliant and made a conscious effort to keep my head low.
So far, my willingness to capitulate was paying off and earning me the brute's favour.
Besides, I knew this game quite well.
My boyfriend and his cousin were definitely alike in more ways than one.
Nick was very hands-on and dominant when we were alone. But when others were around, he usually became hyper-dominant and demanded extreme submission. Shawn was apparently no different in that regard.
He was elevating himself in the eyes of his friends, and doing so at my own expense.
If my instincts were right, my babysitter would put on a stricter façade for the next couple of hours, but would cut me some slack once we were back to being alone in the privacy of his bedroom.
Back to the newcomers!
I didn't get a good look at their faces at first, but after a bit of laughing and teasing, Big Mike was all too happy to introduce me as the apartment's "resident slave-boi".
One of the new guys, who was quickly introduced to me as Kyle, actually crouched down next to me and yanked my chin up, probably trying to ascertain whether he knew me or not.
He didn't. But that didn't stop me from marvelling at how handsome his face was.
Much like the other residents in the room, Kyle was incredibly hot, and the loose-fitting basketball shirt he wore gave me a fantastic view of his shapely shoulders and big meaty biceps.
Of course, I didn't presume to know him or judge him from a simple glance.
But it didn't take an especially sharp mind to know that this guy was cocky.
The other kid that had walked in was a scrawnier, twink-like skater dude.
He couldn't have been older than nineteen, which led me to the correct assumption that Joshua's roomies were all a couple of years younger than Shawn's.
Yeah, that made perfect sense; an apartment for the senior jocks and an apartment for the junior jocks.
The skater kid was introduced to me as Phil, but unlike his buddy Kyle, he apparently didn't deem fit to introduce himself in person.
Instead, he merely sat himself down on the nearly deserted couch and planted his sneakered feet right up on the coffee table.
He too was a cocky figure to say the least. And a pretty devious-looking one at that.
Both Joey and Big Mike had gotten up to put the beer cans in the fridge, while Shawn and Chris busily went over the online pizza menu and argued about how to split the money Nick had given us for pizza night.
Meanwhile, my leash had temporarily fallen in the hands of Joshua, who gleefully took on the role of honoured babysitter and quickly cajoled me into giving his dirty Nike TNs the same treatment I'd given Shawn's worn-out stinkers.
With the older guys spread out across the apartment and getting ready to order from pizza place, I was left alone in the living room with blond-stud Josh and his two roomies; Kyle AKA "Big Guns" and Phil AKA "Skaterboy".
Encouraged by the growing heat in the overcrowded apartment and probably wanting to follow Master Shawn's lead in showing off his upper body, Kyle "Big Guns" sat himself next to Josh and tore his loose-fitting mesh jersey off, allowing my eyes to dance around his beautifully chiseled pecs and beefy upper arms.
Kyle AKA "Big Guns"
He looked a lot like those famous Instagram models who spent a lot of time flexing at the gym and looking at their own reflections.
As cocky and as self-absorbed as handsome Kyle might've been though, he definitely gave me the hots!
But yeah, remember what I said about not presuming to judge a man before actually getting to know him?
Screw that!
Kyle "Big Guns" was fine by me, but it took me about five whole seconds to realise that I did NOT like skater-twink Phil.
Everything about him just rubbed me in the wrong way.
His smug face didn't sit well with me, and his scrawny appearance didn't win him any points either.
Call me superficial and unfair, but even without knowing him, I did NOT like him one bit.
Strangely enough, my initial fears and biased instincts regarding Phil were dead on!
From the minute we met, the smug-faced skater-twink and I were destined to become rivals.
Bitter rivals!
"Skaterboy" Phil