The game they were playing was an extra sadistic one. Gay sex The young fag thought of how much he loved and worshipped Master Caleb. Period. He’s cool! Number 8 sighed, nervously. The straight boy hadn’t had to lift a fucking finger. What a pathetic creature. Then they heard someone’s voice talking on the phone and Matt’s face paled when he realized it was him, the one and only Master Scott. How good it had felt to say all those things out loud and in front of everybody. Who knew? “Can you believe how fucking lucky you are, fag? His heart started beating faster in his chest out of sheer emotion.“…cause they wouldn’t lower the price anyways so I was like, fuck it! He smiled down at them and went: “Alright, fags! But he hated it. Because it wasn’t really just about the taste; it was about how licking his feet made him feel. Hahahaha!” The straight boy cracked up “Hell yeah, I like it, bitch! This was one of his favorite parts of the whole day.
