The next day, I woke up to my alarm. I got up and made my way to my bathroom. I was thinking about last night and what had happened. What was Jacob thinking? What would we do if Destiny saw us?

I turned on the sink… I needed to rinse my mouth after thinking about what Jacob had made me do. I couldn’t believe he had made me suck his dick while he watched porn. But then again, I fully believed it now. He gave me a footjob at my favorite cafe, where we almost got caught.

Then he trapped me under his desk, where he got me to suck him off, and we almost got caught. I was getting nervous. He seemed to have no problem with us getting caught. Maybe he had nothing to lose. But I did.

I left my bathroom and started to get ready for school. I sighed… I had too much to lose. I had to make sure I didn’t get caught. I had already decided there was no point in trying to stop him; it wouldn’t work. Not with all the video evidence he had on me.

I got on my bike and made my way to school. As I was biking, I remembered that soccer tryouts were today. I was a bit worried. If I got on the team, then I would be busy with practices and matches against other schools. Would Jacob still bother me and make me do stuff?

I finally got to school. Destiny was there waiting, and April was with her.

“Hey, Troy,” Destiny said to me. She was smiling.

I felt guilty about that smile. She didn’t know that I was basically cheating on her with her brother. Even if I was being blackmailed… it still felt like I was betraying her. And as wrong as it sounded… I hoped she never found out.

“Hey, Destiny and April, how was your night last night?”

Destiny laughed.

“What kind of question is that? You were at my house last night.”

April was on her phone and did not really react to the random question I had asked. We made our way through the front doors of the school.

“Hey, Troy, you’ve got soccer tryouts later, right? You must be excited.”

I laughed.

“I am, of course. If I make the team, then I’m one step closer to becoming a professional soccer player and following my dream of making it big in the sports world.”

We took our shoes off and put them away.

“There is no way you don’t make the team. I’ve seen you play for years. You’re too good,” said Destiny.

I smiled at her comment. She was right; I’d make the team without a problem. And Jacob wouldn’t stop me.

“Thanks, Destiny. I won’t let you down.”

April finally put down her phone and said, “Hey, Destiny, don’t forget, you really need to focus on math class today, or you’ll have remedial classes after school for a week.”

I looked at Destiny in surprise. I knew she spent a lot of time on her phone during class, but I hadn’t realized she was struggling.

“I hope you’re doing alright, Destiny,” I said. “Maybe you could put the phone down for this class.”

I was a bit worried. Destiny wanted to be a nurse, so she needed good grades.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I will pass. I’ve been getting help from April.”

She sounded serious, so I figured everything would be fine. I looked at April and said, “Thanks for helping Destiny. I’m happy you’re good friends.”

April just nodded without looking at me. She was back on her phone. I knew she still held a grudge from our past, but I thought she would have moved past it by now. We got along fine. She only really talked to me when Destiny was around, but she usually didn’t ignore me this much. We entered our math class and took our seats.

After ten minutes, the teacher walked in. As usual, math class was pretty boring and easy. I half paid attention to what the teacher was saying and thought about the upcoming soccer tryouts. The teacher gave us all a few sheets of paper to fill out.

I was kind of bored. Math was not one of my favorite subjects. Even though people pointed out that I got good grades in everything, I found math to be the most boring. As I finished two out of five pages, I quickly looked at Destiny. She was really focused and, thankfully, not on her phone.

I smiled and decided to focus. I needed to try a bit harder as well. After about thirty minutes, the teacher told us to put our pencils down. He came to collect our papers.

Then the bell rang. It was time for our next class. I waited just outside the class for Destiny and April. Destiny met me outside and looked really exhausted.

“I hope I did everything right. I need better grades.”

I smiled at her and said, “You looked really focused, so I’m sure you did great.”

She looked at me and said, “You were watching? How can you get good grades without paying much attention?”

She looked a bit pouty.

“I don’t know. My brain just keeps up,” I said, laughing.

“I’m jealous. If I could do that, then I could be on my phone while still getting great marks.”

“I still have to pay attention. My phone would probably be too distracting,” I said. Finally, April came out and met up with us.

“Jeez, April,” said Destiny. “We’re going to be late for class.”

“Sorry, Destiny,” said April, still looking at her phone and typing.

I wondered who she was talking to. She wasn’t usually on her phone this much.

“Well, let’s go to our next class then,” said Destiny.

“Sorry, Destiny, but I’ve got to go for a bit,” said April.

“You’re going to be late, though,” I said.

Looking at Destiny, April said, “Don’t worry. It’s just Angel asking for me. It won’t take long.” Then she left. I wondered why Angel was not with them. They were usually together.

“Let’s go, Destiny.”

We made our way to our next class. We got there in the nick of time, so thankfully, we weren’t late. I sat at my desk, hoping that soccer tryouts would happen soon. They felt so far away…

After class, it was our lunch break. Destiny went off to find April, who had not come to class at all. I got my food and looked for somewhere to sit.

“Hey, Troy!” yelled someone.

It was the same guys from last time who had been asking for advice about soccer tryouts. I walked over and sat with them.

“Hell yeah, thanks for sitting with us,” said guy number one.

I didn’t know their names, so I just thought of them as guys number one, two, and three.

“No problem,” I said while starting on my burger.

“So, are you hyped?” Guy number one asked.

“Yes, I am,” I said, smiling. “What about you guys?”

“I’m pretty nervous,” said guy number two.

“Yeah, same, but we need to bring our A-game,” said guy number one.

“Well, I’ve brought my A-game,” said guy number three. “I won’t lose to you, Troy.”

I smiled to myself. I hadn’t heard that one in a while.

“What do you mean?” Guy number one asked guy number three. “You’ll have trouble keeping up with Troy, man. Don’t try.”

“I won’t have much trouble. I’ve been practicing like crazy,” said guy number three.

“Well, good luck,” I said, smiling. “Hope you can keep that energy on the field.”

He stared at me, then started eating. I kept smiling as I ate. We didn’t talk much for the rest of lunch. Finally, it was time for soccer tryouts. We got to skip our third class.

I made my way to the school gym and opened the door. There were already quite a few people there, with more coming in behind me. After about thirty minutes, there were about forty-four people in the gym, including me. The gym teacher came out of the staff room and stood in front of us.

“All right, good to see so many faces here. Let’s not talk for too long. I’d rather see what you’ve got, not how much you can talk.”

We were all kind of surprised by how quickly this was going. Usually, the coach would talk for at least a bit longer.

“Let’s make our way to the field,” said the coach.

As we made our way to the field next to the school, I saw that there were already a bunch of people on the bleachers skipping class to watch. The coach didn’t care and continued onto the field.

“All right,” said the coach. “My name is Kyle, and I’m going to be your coach if you make the team.”

He looked down at the sheet of paper he was holding.

“All right, let’s get your names down.”

He called out our names, and we said “here” when we were called. I finally found out what guys number one, two, and three were actually called. Guy number one was Dennis, number two was Ben, and the guy who had basically challenged me was Alex.

“All right, let’s test your stamina. Run around the field fifteen times.”

So we started running around the field, and by about lap eight, people were already slowing way down. They won’t have enough stamina to make the team, I thought. I was, of course, in the lead, and surprisingly, Alex was not too far behind. After I finished my fifteenth lap, I headed toward the coach.

I looked behind me and saw that Alex had finished, but he looked exhausted. Guess he tried too hard to keep up, I thought, grinning and feeling superior. After about thirty-five people had finished, the coach spoke again.

“While we wait for the others to finish, let’s hear your favorite positions on the field.”

He has it written down. I guess he’s just making conversation while we wait for the stragglers to finish. We started naming our positions. Lots of people said they were forwards, like me. I looked behind me to see how the other guys still running were doing and saw that five of them had already quit and left.

Finally, the four remaining people finished, all out of breath as they dropped to their knees.

“All right, next we’re doing passing, and no breaks,” he said, looking at the students who were still out of breath.

I won’t bore you with all the details of how the tryouts went, so I’ll be quick. Six more people gave up. Some seemed like they were good at certain things, while others made me wonder why they had tried to get on the team.

Destiny, April, and Angel finally made it to the bleachers, joining the more than fifty students who had come to watch. Annoyingly, Alex not only stayed, but also seemed to be one of the best players there. Ben had already quit, and Dennis was having trouble keeping up.

We split into two teams for a practice match, and of course, my team won, with me scoring six goals. Finally, we were done, with only thirty-one players still there.

“All right, time for me to read out the scores,” said Kyle.

I was already expecting to hear my name, so I looked at the bleachers to see how many students were now there. Destiny, Angel, and April were still there, along with what looked like a hundred students. As I was smiling at Destiny, Kyle yelled my name. The students on the bleachers cheered as I made my way to stand behind the coach with the others.

Alex was called, and he ran to join me and the others. He looked at me, seeming a bit annoyed. Probably because he couldn’t really keep up with me, I thought, smiling. The coach finally finished reading the names, and twenty-two people had made the team.

The students on the bleachers cheered while the other thirteen players left the field. Some of them were crying.

“All right,” yelled the coach over the cheers. “Welcome to the team. You all did a damn good job.”

After a short pep talk, the coach said we would start training once a week. As Kyle was talking, I took a quick look at the bleachers and saw Destiny and Angel. April was gone. I was kind of sad that she had left during my big moment, but I convinced myself that something had just come up.

“All right, here are your official soccer team uniforms. Take them home, and when you are on the field, wear them with pride.”

I met up with Destiny and Angel as the other students were leaving for home.

“Holy crap, Troy,” said Angel. “You were so awesome out there. You looked really cool.”

“Yeah, Troy, I know you’re skilled at soccer, but that was incredible,” said Destiny.

“Yeah, and he’s like a blue blur when he runs,” said Angel.

That’s a Sonic the Hedgehog joke, I thought to myself, smiling.

“Let’s go to my house,” said Destiny, looking really happy. “We need to celebrate.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Angel said excitedly.

“I’m down for that,” I said.

“We’ll need food and drinks,” said Angel. “Should I get some before we get to your house?”

“No need,” said Destiny, smiling. “I planned ahead and got some.”

We made our way to Destiny’s house, chatting about how well I had played on the field. I loved the compliments. Then a question came to mind.

“Hey, what happened to April? I saw she left. Is she coming?”

“Oh, don’t worry. She’s already at my house,” said Destiny.

“I wonder why she left,” I said.

“No idea, but she said she would meet us at my house, and I got a text saying she’s already there,” said Destiny.

I was so happy talking to them that I had forgotten about Jacob. Then Destiny said, “I bet Jacob will be happy too. He was texting me to ask how you did.”

I stopped smiling for a second, then immediately forced another smile to hide my fear. That’s right. Jacob was probably waiting there and planning something.

“Are there going to be sweets there as well?” asked Angel.

“Yes, of course,” Destiny replied.

“Yay!” Angel said excitedly.

“Remember, this is Troy’s moment, not a stuff-your-face-with-sweets moment,” said Destiny.

“Of course,” said Angel. “I will share all the cupcakes with him,” she added, smiling.

Destiny did not answer. We finally got to Destiny’s house. Destiny opened the door, and we stepped inside and took off our shoes. I noticed it was too quiet inside, and I figured a loud bang would be followed by someone yelling, “Surprise!”

We entered the living room. As soon as I did, April, Destiny, and Angel yelled together, “SURPRISE!”

I tried to look surprised as I took everything in. There were balloons everywhere, lots of good food and drinks, and a sign on the wall that said, “Congratulations, Troy.”

As I looked around, Jacob came out of the kitchen. He was carrying a tray of mugs to the living room table. I was not surprised to see him. I had known he would be there.

“Thanks, Jacob,” said Destiny, smiling.

“No problem,” said Jacob, smiling. “I’ve got some streams to do, so I’ll join later.”

He left and headed upstairs to his room.

“ALL RIGHT!” yelled Angel. “Let’s party!”

We all sat around the table, drinking and laughing. I secretly avoided drinking anything. I didn’t trust the drinks Jacob had brought out. We talked a bunch, and Angel pretended to kick a soccer ball, trying to reenact one of the goals I had scored. After a few hours, Destiny, Angel, and April had passed out drunk.

I sat there looking at the ceiling, waiting. Of course, Jacob walked in. He looked around and saw that everyone had passed out.

“Come on, Troy. I’ve got my own surprise for you.”

I got up and followed him upstairs.

“Wow, Troy, you’ve gotten so obedient,” Jacob said, smiling.

I didn’t answer.

“I might miss crying Troy, but I love pathetic, obedient Troy too.”

We walked into Jacob’s room, and I saw that he had a little setup. He had a chair in front of a TV and a tripod with a camera on it. Then something occurred to me. Jacob had no problem humiliating me in front of others, and he was a popular streamer.

“You’re not streaming this, are you?” I said, clearly scared now.

Jacob turned and looked at me, smiling.

“Looks like you can still get scared. But don’t worry, I’m not planning to stream this online… yet.”

I wasn’t happy about the “yet” part.

“I have other things planned for tonight,” said Jacob.

I wanted no part of this.

“First, take off your clothes,” said Jacob.

I didn’t do it. I thought that if someone walked in while I was naked with him, I’d be screwed.

“Come on,” said Jacob.

I slowly took off my clothes, dreading what would come next. He walked to one of his dressers and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Fricken handcuffs! Does he plan to make me wear those?

“Okay, hands behind your back,” said Jacob cheerfully.

I stood still. If I wore them and someone walked in, I wouldn’t be able to stop anything.

“I said, hands behind your back,” demanded Jacob.

I put my hands behind my back, and Jacob cheerfully cuffed me.

“You’re becoming such a good boy, my maso pet.”

“I’m not a masochist,” I said, annoyed.

“Is that so?” said Jacob, smiling.

I started getting a bit of a hard-on, and I hated myself for it. Jacob noticed and smiled at me.

“Sit in front of the chair, like when you were playing Mario Kart with me.”

I sat down slowly in front of the chair. I knew what he was going to do, but I wondered if a footjob was all he had planned for today. He then put an eye mask on me.

“What?” I said.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be wearing that for long. I just need to prepare.”

I sat there, unable to see or move. I was terrified. What was he doing?

Finally, the eye mask was removed.

“Ta-da! What do you think?”

He was wearing my school’s soccer team uniform, only without the shoes.

“Did you take that out of my bag?” I asked.

“Of course not. Yours would be way too big,” he said.

“But how did you get one?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Jacob as he turned on the camera.

I watched him turn it on. Then he said,

“Hey, everyone, welcome to part one of Troy’s humiliation play.”

“I thought you said you were not streaming,” I said.

“I’m not, of course. It’s just a recording.” He smiled at me. “For future viewers.”

“Future?” I stuttered.

I should have known. He planned to show this to others, and he had probably already shown them other recordings. I remembered what he had said before: he did not need to keep promises with his slave. He then sat behind me and put his feet on my lap.

“Wait, with the uniform?” I asked.

“That’s right. That way, whenever you play soccer, you’ll always remember this,” he said.

He wasn’t wrong. If he gave me a footjob while wearing a uniform that looked like my team’s, then I would never forget it when I played.

“All right, let’s start,” said Jacob cheerfully.

“Wait! Please—” I started, but he clasped a hand over my mouth.

“Talk only when I tell you to, all right? A slave should know that,” he said.

I closed my eyes as I felt his socked feet begin rubbing my shaft.

“Already hard? I guess you were hoping for this,” said Jacob.

I was going to deny it, but I remembered his order and did not speak. I was surprised that I had obeyed him so easily. He rubbed his feet up and down my shaft while talking to the camera.

“See his tiny dick, everyone?” he said happily. “Masochists like him love being dominated like this, don’t they, Troy?”

I flinched because his feet felt really good against my dick.

“Where’s my answer?” Jacob said as he squeezed my dick between his feet.

“Yes, Master, I love this kind of thing,” I said.

If I do what he says, maybe this will be over sooner, I thought.

“Now, this is a special time, everyone, because this is a celebration,” he said to the camera. “He made the college soccer team.”

He then turned on the TV with a remote. I looked at the screen. It was footage of me playing soccer.

“This footage was sent to me by my awesome sister,” said Jacob happily.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that Troy is my sister’s boyfriend?”

He rubbed my dick faster with his feet. Then he said,

“That’s right. He’s cheating on my sister because he’s my loyal pet, but don’t tell her.”

I wondered how he expected everyone who saw the video to keep it secret from her.

“Look at Troy. He’s so skilled at shooting. He has such a bright future, if only he weren’t a masochist foot-loving loser.”

I watched the TV as he started rubbing my shaft more slowly with his feet. On the screen, I saw myself—an awesome soccer player—dominating the others in the practice match.

And now I’m getting dominated by a femboy’s feet like a pathetic bitch, I thought.

“Here, let’s do this,” he said, getting up.

I was relieved that he had stopped. I had been about to come from the footjob. My body wanted him to keep going, but I tried not to think about it. He grabbed a black permanent marker, walked toward me, and bent down. I watched, wondering what he was going to write.

He scribbled on me in a few spots, then stopped.

“There we go,” said Jacob.

I asked him, “What did you write?” He smiled and moved a tall mirror in the room so I could see what he had written. On my chest was “Jacob Gallant’s Property.” On my lower abs, it said, “Tiny Dick Loser.”

Somehow, I got even harder. He sat back down and resumed the footjob. As he talked to the camera, he ran his feet skillfully up and down my shaft. Then I came.

“Wow, good job, Troy. That was the most you’ve ever let out,” he said, sounding delighted.

Then he started rubbing me again.

“Now we’ve got one more surprise for everyone, including Troy.”

He put the eye mask back over my head and continued to work my shaft as he talked.

“Ready, everyone? Here is the surprise.”

Just then, I heard the door open. I was in shock. Did one of the girls walk in? Is my life over? Is it Destiny?

I wasn’t too far off the mark. When the eye mask was removed, April was standing there.

“Wow,” said April. “You really did make Troy an obedient slave.”

I couldn’t speak. What could I say?

Jacob continued rubbing my shaft. April pulled out her phone and started recording. I hadn’t seen her look this happy in years. She had a huge grin on her face. Finally, I spoke.

“Why, April? Why are you doing this?”

April looked at me and said, “Really? You don’t know? You don’t remember?” I stared at her in confusion.

“No. What did I do to deserve this?” I asked.

“I knew you forgot,” she said. “You don’t remember how you humiliated me in middle school?”

I thought back to when we were fourteen. We had dated before I got with Destiny. I remembered what had happened. I had never forgotten it, and I figured she still held a grudge about it.

“But I apologized for that. We were kids. I didn’t know any better back then,” I said.

“And?” April asked. “I couldn’t show my face in school for weeks because of what you said. You think I just forgot?”

I was about to say more, but Jacob clasped a hand over my mouth and squeezed my head between his thighs.

“Don’t tease my slave so much. He’ll wake everyone up,” he said.

April smiled and started taking pics from different angles.

“Hey, Troy, don’t talk for a bit,” said Jacob.

I did exactly what he asked and said nothing while he continued the footjob and April kept recording.

“He’s pretty obedient, isn’t he?” April sneered.

She got a close-up of the writing on my body.

“Yeah, I trained him well, but he did most of the work,” Jacob said, smiling at me.

“By being a pathetic masochist loser slave for my feet,” he finished.

I couldn’t help it. I came again onto his socked feet.

“Ha, he actually came from getting insulted. He really did become a pathetic loser,” April said.

“He really did,” said Jacob.

He stopped the footjob and said, “Just one more surprise.”

I dreaded what would come next. Was someone else about to walk in?

“This is your congratulations party for making the team, but it would be a shame if the celebration ended tonight, so…”

He leaned closer and whispered into my ear.

“From now on, when you start playing matches against other schools…”

I listened carefully.

“If you win a match, I will reward you. However, if you lose…” He straightened up and said, “You will get a punishment, and your life will get worse and more humiliating.”

I was scared of what the punishments would be, but I was also surprisingly curious.

“All you have to do is lose. Then you’ll get more and more fucked up,” said Jacob, patting my head. Then he said exactly what I had been thinking about.

“But you want that, don’t you?”

I started crying a little.

“Look at that face. Love it,” said April, moving the phone closer to get a better view of my face.

“Let’s stop here,” said Jacob. Then he got up and walked over to his camera.

“Stay tuned for part two, coming soon,” he said, then turned off the camera.

“All right, I’ll be going now,” said April cheerfully. “I got lots of footage. Thanks, Jacob. And thanks, Maso Troy.”

“No problem,” said Jacob. Then he looked at me. “Right?”

“Yes, Master,” I said.

“Oh, I wish I’d gotten that,” whined April.

“You can always get it next time,” said Jacob cheerfully.

“All right, see you next time,” said April.

Then she left. Jacob uncuffed me and said,

“Thanks for being such a good pet.” Then he patted my head and left his room.

I got up, and even though I was covered in cum, I put my clothes on over it. I was still crying a little. Now I knew that two people could blackmail me. I slowly walked out of Jacob’s room and headed downstairs.

I quickly checked the living room, dreading what I might find. But Destiny and Angel were still snoring where they had passed out. Hopefully, they didn’t know and never would. I was heading out the door, but just as I opened it, I heard Jacob say behind me,

“See you soon.”

Then he walked upstairs, and I left for home.