It's amazing how a little freedom went to my head. I had some cleaning to do, since my orders were to keep the house in perfect order. That meant I had to make Chris's bed after his fucking around with Timmy, and the bathroom, of course. But it was fairly easy. It was great not having to kneel in display position where I finished. I just walked around a bit revelling in it.
I was actually a bit at my wit's end with what to do with my liberty. I still had all my standing compulsions, so I settled on watching TV. Real TV, not fucking gay porn. Yeah, I was still naked, but I'm good-looking, so being naked was OK. I flipped through the channels and watched sit-coms. It was the first thing that made me feel like a person in weeks. I caught myself thinking about my situation occasionally and put those thoughts aside so not to ruin the mood. I was a little worried that someone could text my Dial-A-Fag service, but it might have been the same friends Chris was out with, so I was undisturbed.
At least until I got a text from Chris. That set my collar off. The message was simple "You can sleep on the couch." I replied "Thank you Master." I almost threw the phone, but I didn't want to damage it. Who knows what Chris would make me do if I needed to ask for money to get it fixed.
I did fall asleep, waking up when Chris got back. He still had Timmy with him. That explained why I wouldn't be on bed duties. Fine with me, let someone else take his big cock. Save my hole somewhat.
Breakfast in the morning was actually pretty normal, I had eaten off my bowl on the floor before they came into the kitchen. I was ordered to just suck Timmy's feet, and he moved them around making me chase them under the table. When they finished I heard Chris say to Timmy "Come on, I'll drop you off at your place on my way to work." They just left me to straighten up the kitchen and rush to get to work.
I was actually feeling sort of good starting work. The break had done a lot to revive my spirits. At least until I saw Mike. I flushed crimson knowing I'd have another lesson. Mike whispered "You're going to get a pounding" when he dropped off the mail. I'm sure I was. That dampened my emotions. Most people want the clock to run fast at work so they can get out. I didn't, but the end of the day came anyway, and I found myself back at Mike's apartment.
I stripped and started to helicopter my dick while Mike and Jim laughed at me. Jim snapped his fingers and pointed to his crotch, I knew my lesson was going to start. As I knelt between his leg, Jim said "Pop quiz time. Make it good. Show us what you've learned."
"Yes, Sir." Damn. Since I had to obey, I had to really put effort into it. I did, forcing as much of his meaty dick into my throat as I could, moving my lips and tongue to get him excited.
"Come on, you can do better than that." Mike said, slapping the back of my head.
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir." I said, my mouth full of cock. I sounded stupid. They laughed at me. It was demeaning to be having to suck them off and get laughed at. I was there for their sick amusement.
"Me now." Mike used my hair to pull me to his dick, and I got right to sucking it. Jim put his feet on my back. I was a footrest now? While blowing them? Damn. Even worse, as I was giving Mike my all, Jim decided to tap my boner with his foot.
"He loves this, he gets so hard." More laughs. I was only hard because Chris ordered me to be when I was serving men.
"Go back to Jim, I want to fuck you." Mike said, pushing me aside.
"Yes, Sir." I moved to get Jim's cock again. Mike got behind me and just shoved in. That broke probably the longest period I hadn't been fucked since Chris took control of me. It didn't make my cocksucking any better, since Mike was pounding into me and destroying any rhythm I could get. The two roommates just used me like a cheap whore.
Mike finished, rutting into me and pulled out. I redoubled my efforts on Jim's cock as he just grinned at me. I finally got him to blow and swallowed his cum down. Not having a choice, I crawled to Mike who was on the floor leaning up against a chair. I cleaned his cock off. When I finished, I pulled back. "Do you want a good grade?" Mike had a smirk on his lips.
"Yes, please Sir." I said automatically, and starting to worry about what would happen if they reported I didn't do well.
"Beg." One word. Delivered in a cold tone.
"Please, Sir, please. I did the best I could. I sucked you both really hard. I took your cocks deep. Please tell my Master I did well. Please Sir, please give me a passing grade. Please, Sir, you've been so good at teaching me. Sir, I'm so grateful, please pass me, Sir." I was so debased.
"You're just a stupid fairy who needs cock in your mouth right?" Jim asked.
"Oh, yes Sir. I need lots of cock in my mouth." I cringed as I said.
"Grip your hands together and beg some more." Mike said with a laugh.
