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The Contract Chapter 12 By The Mangler
"I'm Freemont, and this is my friend Abe. Ethan and I went to high school together."
"I'm Sam. And it's Loser."
"Wasn't when I knew him. This is fucking crazy, man."
"I know it can seem that way. But sometimes, people lie about who they are." Sam explained. "And he prefers to be referred to as it, not he or him. Isn't that right, Loser,"
"Yes, Sir."
Sam stopped, looked at Loser, and gently grabbed his chin. He tilted his face until he was looking Sam in the eyes.
"I know all this is new and confusing and we gave you some latitude yesterday. But as I said this morning, no more. You will refer to me as Master S or Master Sam AT ALL TIMES. Understand?"
"Yes, Master Sam," Loser said reluctantly.
"Weirder and weirder," Freemont murmured as they walked over to the bench press.
"We need to drop our bags off in the locker room," Abe said. He and Freemont were dressed to work out but had their good clothes in their gym bag.
"Loser here can take care of that for you. It's what it is here for."
Loser reluctantly extended his hand as the two men handed him their gym bags after looking at each other.
As Loser started to walk toward the locker room, Sam said, "Before you go, set up the weight bar for me."
"How much weight, Master Sam," Loser asked as he sat the two gym bags down. He was well aware of Freemont and Abe staring at him. Fortunately, there wasn't anyone else in the gym.
"125 to warm up should be good."
Loser set up the bar and turned to pick up the gym bags.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Sam asked.
Loser turned and just looked at him. He was racking his brain and couldn't think of anything else.
"Do you think I want to sit in someone else's sweat?"
Loser finally understood. "Sorry, sir. Err, Master Sam." Loser went and got a wipe from the box and wiped down the bench.
"Now, take their bags to the locker room. And don't dawdle," Sam said as he sat on the bench. As Loser picked up the two bags Sam swatted him on the ass before he went to the locker room. Loser placed them into two available lockers, removed the keys, and returned to the gym room.
"Here are your keys, Sirs," Loser said as he extended the keys to Freemont and Abe.
"And which key is which?"
"Umm, Err, I'm not sure, Sirs," Loser mumbled.
Sam reached over and slapped Loser in the back of the head.
"Are you an idiot or just lazy?"
Loser simply looked at Sam.
"Wipe down the bench, put weights on for Freemont, and then go figure it out. Sometimes I wonder if it's worth having a servant or not," Sam said to his two new friends as Loser wiped down the bench, set the weights, and turned toward the locker room.
"Servant?" Abe asked.
"Well, that is what we call it. Essentially, it is a slave, but that is not a politically correct term these days."
Freemont and Abe looked at each other.
Sam laughed. "Don't worry. It is all voluntary on his part. Isn't it Loser?"
"Yes, Master Sam." He then looked at Freemont and Abe quickly before looking down. "This is what I asked for." They both snorted.
He turned and went to the locker room to sort out the keys.
When he returned, he handed Freemont and Abe their keys, saying to each one of them, "Here are your keys, Sir."
"I've given you one demerit for screwing up the lockers and another one because Abe had to load his own weights."
When Loser didn't respond immediately, Sam turned and looked him in the eyes until he said, "Thank you, Master Sam."
Loser took his cell phone out of his pocket and typed something.
"What is it doing?" Fremont asked Sam.
"I was about to ask the same thing. Answer him, Loser."
"I am recording my Demerits, Sir," Loser said, looking at Freemont.
"He received extra Swats last night for losing track."
"Swats?" Abe inquired.
"Yes, it gets punished after accumulating so many demerits, and last night, it got its ass beat." Loser turned deep red when he realized Freemont and Abe were staring at him.
"Does it always get spanked?" Abe quizzed.
"No, we use whatever punishement we think is appropriate."
"We?" Freemont asked. "Yes. Tell him about your other superiors," Sam demanded.
"I also have two other Masters. Master Marc and Master Brad. Like Master Sam, they are smaller than me, and they are all good friends."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Freemont said with disbelief. "You fucking expect me to believe that alpha, top jock, Ethan, has transformed himself into a slave to three smaller dudes?"
"That is correct," Sam said.
Looking at Loser, Freemont asked, "Ethan, is this something they are forcing you to do?" He looked as if he wanted the answer to be yes.
Loser glanced at Sam before responding.
"No, Sir. This is something that I wanted to do. It is of my own free choice, and it was my idea. Sir."
Freemont and Abe just stared at the other two guys.
"Well, it is the age of live and let live. So, if this is what he, .. I mean it, wants, who are we to argue?" Abe inquired of Freemont.
"I fucking guess. But it is just fucking weird if you ask me. Okay, let's do some barbells," Freemont said as he walked over to the rack.
"Hey, you tell Loser what you need, and it will get it for you," Sam said.
Each of the three told Loser what weights they wanted, and he retrieved them. For Sam's weights, he had to bend over to get them off the floor. When he did, the back of his shorts rode down, exposing the waistband of his jockstrap, showing that it wasn't a dark color but hot pink.
Sam noticed Abe staring in Loser's direction and looked over to see what the issue was.
"Oh, I see that Loser is wearing his favorite strap," Sam snickered.
Loser pulled the back of his shorts up to cover the band in the back.
As Loser walked over to hand Sam his weights, Sam reached over and pulled out the waistband of the shorts better expose the hot pink strap. After Freemont and Abe had a good look, he let the waistband snap back in position. He pulled it down so that the top of the jockstrap was visible.
"He likes them tight and bright," he snickered.
Both Freemont and Abe snorted.
For the next hour the three worked out with Loser doing most of the scut work. At one point, Sam "accidentally" spilled some water down the front of Loser's shorts, which made them almost translucent, so the pink jockstrap was much more apparent. As they entered, Loser could feel the eyes of various gym members on him and snide comments being made about his outfit, his obvious obedience, and his obscene jockstrap.
The guy working out next to them was doing squats when he said, "Dammit, my fucking shoe has come untied again."
As he placed the bar back on the holder," Sam said, "Don't worry, Loser here will fix that for you." He turned to Loser and snapped his fingers.
The guy looked like he would argue, but Sam said, "Don't worry; it is what he was made for and loves to do. Isn't that right?"
Loser looked as if he wanted to say, "fuck you," but he knew better, so he knelt and tied the shoe.
"Thank you for allowing me to be of service, Sir," Loser said as he stood back up. Sam was impressed that Loser was getting into his role.
As he stood back up, Loser avoided looking anyone in the eye. For the rest of the workout, Loser acted as a "gym monkey," doing all the scut work while the three concentrated on their workup. While it was initially awkward for Freemont and Abe, they quickly adjusted and, by the end of the session, had come to accept Loser's role.
Whenever possible, Sam would have Loser assist other gym members as well. He would have him re-rack weights, get barbells, retrieve water, and do whatever else he could think of to embarrass Loser. Some gym members objected, but most got into the spirit.
Sam accidentally spilled water on Loser several times to keep the pink jockstrap obvious. As the session ended, the four returned to the locker room.
"Are you guys going to shower before leaving?" Sam inquired as he stood at his locker, stripping down. He piled his sweaty clothes on the bench.
Both shook their heads yes as they also stripped.
"Loser, grab three towels and stand outside the shower holding them so they are ready when we are."
"But..uhh...Sir," Loser began.
"JUST....DO....IT," Sam said.
Loser did as instructed. He grabbed the three white towels and went to stand outside the shower.
Sam looked at him and said, "Aren't you forgetting something??"
Loser looked at Sam with a confused look on his face. "I don't think so, Master Sam."
Sam looked at Freemont and Abe, who stood just outside the shower room, watching the confrontation. They were curious about what would happen next.
"He is just an idiot." He turned and looked at Loser. "Per your contract, you are supposed to be naked for 10 minutes after a workout."
Loser looked like a deer in the headlights until he suddenly brightened up. "The Contract says after a workout, Master Sam. I didn't do a workout today."
"Sure, you did; you just didn't lift any weights. But you have a nice sweat going on, so you did a workout, so strip."
Loser looked like a little lost boy. He placed the towels on the bench and slowly removed all his clothing. Freemont and Abe laughed when the say the full hot pink jock strap.
As his was stripping Abe looked at Sam. "What is this about a contract?"
"Oh, Loser here drew up a contract telling us how he would like to be treated. I'm just enforcing the terms it wanted. Isn't that right, Loser?"
"Yes, Master Sam," replied Loser as he picked up the towels, walked over to the entrance to the shower room, and turned around. He was holding the towels so his groin was covered.
"That doesn't look right," Sam said. "Bend your arms at right angles and hold the towel out in front of you."
Loser shot Sam a "look that could kill," closed his eyes and raised his arms, and placed the towels in the position that Sam demanded.
Freemont laughed, looking at Loser as he said, "What the fuck is that?" He was pointing at the plastic cage around Loser's cock.
The room was silent for a few seconds before Sam said, "Boy, he asked you a question. Answer him and explain what it is."
Keeping his eyes closed, Loser responded, "It is a cock cage, Sir. Or as it is called a chastity device. It is designed so that I cannot have arousal or cum unless one of my Masters allows it. It allows them to control my sex life, Sir."
Abe roared with laughter. "You really are a fucking loser. Masturbating and having a good fuck is the very essence of a man. God, Freemont, how could you not know that this wasn't a man when you were in high school?"
"I must have missed the signs." He laughed as the two enter the shower.
Sam walked up to Loser and tapped him on his cheek.
"Open your eyes, and keep them open."
Loser obeyed, and Sam smirked as he entered the shower.
Loser stood outside the shower for ten minutes trying to block out the comments from the other gym users, ranging from amused to downright hostile. He knew this would be all over campus by the end of the day. The gym was no longer his `happy' place.
After what seemed like forever, the three guys left the shower. Loser handed each of them a towel, and they toweled off. He followed Sam back to the locker.
"Get out my clean clothes and put this away," he demanded as he pointed at the sweaty gym clothes." Loser did as instructed and stood there while Sam put on his underwear, shirt, and shorts.
"Put on my socks and shoes," Sam demanded.
"Yes, Master Sam," Loser said, sounding miserable.
He knelt, still naked, and put on the socks and shoes. A large group entered the locker room, looked at what was happening, and laughed. Loser's entire body turned red. When Sam noticed Freemont and Abe starting to bend over to put on their socks and shoes, he shook his head. They both smirked.
"Now do those two as well," Sam demanded.
Loser crawled over and repeated the moves with the other two guys.
"It has been quite the morning. Never thought I would have a `servant' take care of the scut work at the gym," Abe laughed.
"I know. I wish I had known Loser instead of Ethan," Freemont laughed.
"It wasn't a problem. Anytime you are here that it is, expect the same service. Or maybe we could arrange a time for you to borrow it."
Loser sighed, looked down at the floor, and prayed it would open up and swallow him. He had no such luck. He could not believe that Master Sam was `pimping' him out like this. The arbitration today HAD to go his way.
When Loser was allowed to dress, Sam poured a bottle of water over his shorts so that they were translucent, and they walked back to the dorm. Once again, Loser had his hands behind his back, holding Sam's gym bag. It was a weird way to carry it, so it just added to reasons to look at Loser when all he wanted to do was be invisible.
When they arrived back at the dorm, few people were around. Sam sent Loser up the stairs while he took the elevator. When Loser walked out and turned toward his room, Sam, Marc, and Brad stood there.
"Jeez, what an exhibitionist we got here," Brad said.
Sam directed Loser into Brad and Marc's room.
"It has already gotten itself in trouble today. I think it must be an idiot," Sam intoned. He explained the morning events to much mirth from Marc and Brad. "How many demerits do you have and what for?"
"I have three demerits, Master Sam. One for neglecting to call the other gentlemen Sir, one because of the locker screw-up, and one because Abe had to load his own weights."
"And do you have any other infractions to report?"
After thinking about it, he replied, "No sir, Master Sam."
"I am going to issue you nine demerits."
"What for," Loser asked incredulously.
"That will be 12 demerits. You earn one demerit for being reminded to get naked in the locker room, one for failing to address Freemont and Abe appropriately, one for failing to make a required query, and one for not addressing the attendant correctly. Since you did not self-report these, I am going to triple them. And finally, one demerit for failure to address me as Master Sam, just now."
After finishing the explanation, Sam cocked one eyebrow up at Loser.
"Err, Thank you for your explanation, Master Sam. But I'm not sure what the required query was?"
"You failed to find out the last name of the attendant, Freemont or Abe, so that you could address them as Mr. and their last name. Technically, I am being considerate and only giving you one demerit for all three failures."
"Oh, three more demerits," Brad added.
"What for," asked Marc.
"It addressed Abe by his name, not Sir or Mr. as he is required to do. Loser looked miserable. He just wanted to get to the arbitration hearing so bad.
"Go take and shower, remain naked, and then get in presentation mode," Sam said.
"Yes, Master Sam." As Loser walked toward the door, Marc slapped him hard across his ass cheeks.
"Just a little preview for later," he laughed.
Loser returned to his room, showered, and then got into position. He used the time to think about what he would say at the upcoming arbitration hearing. It had to be perfect to end this nightmare.
[With appreciation to Sir Calvin and slave william for their proofreading and story suggestions!]