'I ask Sir, 'What do I tell people when they ask wtf or laugh at me?'He says, I am to tell them the truth, 'I am now a gay sub boy.' So I do. I tell e...erybody, 'I am now a proud gay sub shoe boy. I get lots of feet, socks, shoes, and cocks, every day now.'He takes me to school in the convertible with my feet on the dash.As I go to my morning classes, all the people I know laugh at me. Other guys stop me and feel me up. They ask me if I want to go around the corner. I said I would have to ask. After several rings i got her voice mail,i put my joint out and returned to the inside of my room,as i entered my phone rang,it her calling me back "Hello" a sexy voice emerged over my line "Did you just call Miss Tits?"Hearing her say that made my dick jump "yes i did"She replied "In or outcall?" Come to my suite" Alright baby Text me the address" So i did..i poured myself a drink and took a dose of molly and about 30 minutes she was knocking at my door,i let her in and she said "Did you order. The reason for this only became obviousafter the war. Apparently the genetic base they had been working on was largelyconfined to Caucasian men. An unfortunate oversight on the feminist leaderspart. It appeared that was sufficient enough difference for the geneticmodifications not to work. The discovery of what hadhappened led to outright war, between the Eastern Coalition and the Radicals,unfortunately against the enslaved male soldiers who had no choice but tofight. As with most wars over the. ‘What the hell are you sorry for? I watched her plaster herself against you, her wearing that slutty outfit. She’s lucky you don’t have her up against a wall fucking the shit out of her. She’s turning into a dirty little whore. She might already be one. Was she sucking you good, son?’ I couldn’t believe how much my body was responding to Brandon’s harshness. ‘Yes, sir,’ Chad said. ‘She’s a good little cocksucker.’ Brandon glared down at me. ‘So you’ve had a lot of practice?’ I tried to look.