Our Proposal - Pt. 2
by Raymond2255@aol.com

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I was in the fourth month of my two year contract of being my two roommates Michael and Dylan's personal slave. By the fourth month they had me on such a tight leash I barely could barely breathe without permission. Everything I did was for my two masters, and you would think every once in a while they would give me a break well think again. They had me working my ass off to support them and me, and basically I made the money and they spent the money.

My days were long beginning at 4am with two paper routes they thought this would be a good job because it would not interfere with serving them while they were awake. I would get through around 9am and I would be go back to the apartment and clean and begin getting ready to serve them. Each day I woke Master Dylan up by kneeling at the foot of his bed and licking his feet until he kicked me. Master Michael made me usually blow him off each morning. Even though my two masters were straight they claimed I was bitch so they would treat me like one.

I would serve breakfast to them at the table eating the scraps they threw me on the floor. I was never allowed to eat with utensils or from a plate. As they showered I would kneel at the shower waiting to dry them off. One of them would always save me their old water to bathe in once they were both done showering. I usually had three minutes to bathe and dry off. I would stay around the apartment until around 2pm when they both had their first class. It was summer time and they did not allow me to take any summer classes due to all the plans they had me that summer.

Master Michael got me a summer job at his gym. I was a towel boy from 3pm-8pm in the men's locker room seven days a week. I got paid OK and tipped well of course I never saw any of the money. I had to do whatever the members of the gym asked me to do. They really took advantage of me. A towel boy at this gym was basically a locker room servant and the members were the masters. I got towels for the members, wiped their asses, clipped their toenails, was a human foot rug for them.

Pretty much I received no respect from any of them. I even got ordered around by boys as young as ten. Of course Master Michael and Master Dylan thought this was a great job because it kept me in line plus it made them great money. When I got off at eight I would call my masters pick them up food somewhere and head to the apartment to serve them. The days were long and the night were short. I was allowed five hours of sleep a night from 11pm-4am.

The other 18 hours I was serving my sentence as a slave to Master Michael and Master Dylan my college roommates.