Chapter Fifteen

20th of March 2016

I had only got about five hours of sleep before my phone started ringing. Despite my whole body aching I rolled over to my bedside table to check who was calling. It was an unknown number. With a certain degree of trepidation I answered the call.

“Hello.” I said cautiously.

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“Well hello there slave! Its Graham here.” My heart sank, Graham was probably the most arrogant of Ryan’s friends. As well as the one who was most of a slob.

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“Oh hi Graham, what can I do for you?”

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“That is a very good question slave. Ryan told me that I could use you today so I need you over here right now. We had a party last night and this place is a tip. I need an eager little slave round here pronto, to get the place good as new.”

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“Ah, ummmm…yes of course…is it possible that I could have a bit more of a sleep and come round in a couple of hours, I was up late last night doing chores for Vivien and …”

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“No can do, my wimpy little friend” he cut me off mid sentence, “I intend to get a full day’s work out of you. Be here in twenty minutes, oh and we want pancakes for breakfast. So pick the ingredients up on your way over here.”

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He hung up on me and I rolled over and screamed with frustration into my pillow. Such an impotent, useless thing to do but I was just so fucking exhausted. I had spent the whole of yesterday serving Carla’s friend and now I had to clean up after Graham’s fucking party. The thing that angered me the most was the sheer, devastating unfairness of the whole set up. I had sacrificed my education, my university years in order to serve Carla. I had given up my future to try to keep Carla in my life. I was left with no prospects, no real future any longer. And all these arrogant bullies I ended up catering to all would leave university with good degrees and walk into high earning jobs.

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If Carla decided to get rid of me, not only would I be heartbroken but I’d be bereft of any purpose whatsoever. I’d probably end up working in McDonalds for the rest of my life. What a terrible mood to start the day in, I thought as I got out of bed and made my way to the shower. I guess it was another reason that I needed to work hard to keep Carla in my life, without her I really would be nothing.

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I showered quickly, got dressed, picked up ingredients to make pancakes and drove over to Graham’s house. When I knocked on the door I was greeted by a pretty girl who had nothing other than her bra and panties on. She made no effort to cover up, she was clearly comfortable being around guys without having many clothes on. I awkwardly tried to avoid ogling her, despite the fact that she clearly had large, pert tits.

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“You must be Carla’s…boyfriend?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face, “You’re going to have your work cut out today, last night was absolutely wild.” She let me into the house and then she plopped herself back down on the sofa. She held her head in her hand and she had a look of pain etched upon her face. She was clearly very hung-over.

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“Ummmmm…would you like me to grab you some painkillers?” I asked this girl, I didn’t even know what her name was.

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“That’s sweet, yeah, I’d love some please.” I blushed at the fact that she had said please. Nobody had said please to me for many months. I grabbed some painkillers from my bag and handed them to her, I always tend to carry them around with me to help with my sleep deprivation headaches which were becoming more frequent these days.

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“Thanks.” She smiled at me and again I was overwhelmed with discomfort at the fact that someone was being nice to me.

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At that moment Graham came into the room,

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“Ah, slave, you made it!” He spoke calmly and confidently, “and I see you’ve met Eve.”

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“Yes Graham, and I’ve brought stuff for pancakes.”

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“Good, run along and make them then. I’m sure once people smell the pancakes cooking they’ll rouse themselves from sleep.” He switched on the TV and I went into the kitchen to get started.

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I couldn’t help noticing that the house looked a complete disaster zone. It must have been a fucking riot for this group. There were beer bottles everywhere, I noticed plenty of stains on the carpets and on the walls – presumably beer stains. I noticed a pair of panties lying behind the sofa, a bra left on the floor. My cock hardened at the thought of this young, exciting, sexually liberated group. Then my body bristled with embarrassment as it struck me once again how crushing it is never to be invited to these parties and only to come over as a cleaner the next day.

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As Graham predicted various party guest drifted into the kitchen once the smell of pancakes wafted through the house. They mostly looked exhausted and hung over. So I made a number of fresh coffees for them all. I got a mixture of responses from the guests sat at the counter as I took their pancake orders. Some were amused by me, some were surprised at just how servile I was. One guy approached me with a slightly sick fascination. He had a certain glint in his eye as he strolled in and looked at me with a smirk.

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“Can I get you a coffee? And what would you like with your pancakes?”

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“Ummmm…That’s can I get you a coffee Sir? Isn’t it?” He asked me staring deep into my eyes. I was entirely unable to maintain eye contact.

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“Sorry, ummm…errr…Can I get you a coffee Sir?” I asked him.

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“You may do that, black coffee slave!” He said the last word with a hint of menace. There were a few titters around the room. Though I did notice Eve roll her eyes.

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“Come on Mike, leave him alone, he’s making us all pancakes isn’t he?” She seemed slightly irritated by his arrogant attitude.

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“Awwww…I’m sorry Eve, I was just teasing him, just having a bit of fun. You don’t mind, do you?” He turned to me.

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“No of course not.”

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“See, I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends.” He gave me a pat on my arm as I placed his cup of coffee down besides him, there was no thank you though.

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All in all, I made coffee pancakes for about 12 people. I slowly circulated round the room handing out platefuls of pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, blueberries, whipped cream, banana and any combination of the above. Apart from the occasional irritated complaint about how long I was taking with the food, I was mostly ignored. For the most part the group just reminisced about the fun they had last night.

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I had been absolutely right, this was a very sexually open group of friends. The conversation ranged freely from discussions of pussy licking to blowjobs, to cock size. It turned out that Mike, the arrogant guy who had made me call him Sir, had had a threesome with two of the girls last night. I looked at him with awe as the girls recounted the orgasms he had given them. God, I would give my right testicle to have sex with Carla, this guy got to have a threesome and he was acting like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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I was becoming aroused and distracted as one of the girls was describing what anal sex feels like when she snapped at me,

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“I’m sorry, are you able to make more coffee while we chat or are you too busy thinking about my ass being fucked?” She asked me icily and everyone’s attention turned to me.

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“Errrrrr…Ummmm…I’m sorry I wasn’t…” I stuttered.

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“Oh don’t fucking pretend, I know you were eavesdropping, virgin!”

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My face went bright red and I just wanted to die right then as that last word hung in the air.

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“What? Is he….he’s a virgin?”

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“No, fuck! How old are you man?”

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“Is it really a surprise? Look at him.”

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These were just some of the comments I had to put up with. I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. I felt so sick and ashamed of myself.

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Half the room was laughing at me, the other half looked at me with barely concealed contempt. I was either a joke or a freak. I couldn’t decide which I would rather be.

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Just when I thought the conversation might move on to other topics Mike brought the room’s attention back to me and my non-existant sex life.

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“Tell me slave!” Eve, no longer told him off for talking down to me, she just looked on fascinated like the rest of the room. “What’s the furthest you’ve got to having sex?”

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The room went silent, you could have heard a pin drop. I opened my mouth a few times but couldn’t make a sound.

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“Have you ever had a blowjob?”

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“Oh god, can you imagine anyone wanting to suck off that limp dick?” One of the girls scoffed and there was general agreement around the room.

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I simply stared at the floor and muttered a quiet, “No.”

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“No blowies huh?” He grinned as he took a sip of coffee, “How about a handjob? Any girl ever touched your little dick?”

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I just shook my head. The laughter in the room was building again.

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“How about a kiss then? Have you had your first kiss yet?” He mocked me, as if he was talking to a thirteen year old boy.

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“Yes Sir, I’ve been kissed.” I mumbled.

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“Well look at you stud! I’m impressed. Were tongues involved?” Mike’s wolf like grin grew wider.

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“Ummmm…no Sir!” That brought the house down.

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“Well virgin, you’ve clearly got a very active sex life.” He chuckled and then looking more serious he pointed at his coffee cup and I scampered round to fill up his cup. A few of the others also wanted refills so I did a quick coffee round. I was absolutely delighted that everyone’s attention was finally off me.

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After breakfast the party guests started to have showers, get dressed and leave. And finally I was able to start making the house more respectable. I worked on the kitchen to begin with; scrubbing all the surfaces, washing up all the dishes, cleaning up all the left over food, mopping the floor. I was constantly interrupted to fetch drinks and snacks for Graham and his friend Mike as they lounged about watching TV.

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One time, as I placed a bowl of chips in front of them, instead of simply ignoring me Mike seemed to want to toy with me a little more.

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“So virgin, I was wondering” He had switched from calling me “slave” to calling me “virgin”, didn’t really feel like much of an upgrade, “You are head over heels in love with Carla right? As in dream of her at night, pine for her during the day right?”

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“Yes Sir.” I answered cautiously, not knowing where this might lead.

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“And…all she’s ever given you is one kiss, no tongues?”

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“Yes Sir”

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“Fuck, how has she managed that? I mean she is hot, no doubt, but fuck. She has really done a number on you.”

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“Yes Sir” I continued sadly

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“I mean Ryan does go on about how tight her pussy is, and he says that she is really filthy in bed too…but I guess you’re just satisfied with your chaste little kiss right?”

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“Ummmm…yes Sir.” They both laughed at me.

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“It would be funny if that was all he ever got.” Graham chimed in.

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“I think there is a pretty good chance of that.” Mike sneered at me, “this one is so beta I can’t imagine he would ever have the balls to ask a girl out…even if he wasn’t so besotted with Carla.”

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“Yeah I guess that’s true, you wouldn’t be able to ask a girl out would you virgin?”

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“No Sir, I wouldn’t.” They both laughed at me again.

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“Okay, get out of the way of the TV slave!” Mike gave me a nudge with his foot and I made my way back to the kitchen.

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After the kitchen was sparkling clean, I tidied up the bedrooms. I couldn’t believe how many used condoms I found lying around the place. Though by now I was used to cleaning up used condoms and cum, it didn’t gross me out the way it used to. I stripped all of the beds and replaced them with fresh sheets. I put the dirty sheets in my car, I would have to wash them at home and then drop them back round to Graham’s another day.

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I then started on the bathroom; scrubbing the floors, cleaning the toilet, making the shower sparkle. I was half way through scrubbing the toilet bowl when Mike barged in and told me to get out of the way. I was about to stand up when he told me,

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“No, stay down there virgin! I like seeing you on your knees.” He took out his cock and I gasped when I saw how big he was. “I know, impressive right?” He winked at me, “Tina and Joyce certainly enjoyed it last night.” He chuckled.

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He started to piss into the toilet bowl as I knelt beside it, feeling so humiliated and pathetic. He shook his cock, with a couple of droplets landing on the floor next to me.

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“Clean up my mess virgin!” He ordered, “And be grateful I don’t make you lick those droplets up, who knows, maybe next time I will.” He laughed loudly as he left the room. I did as I was commanded and wiped up his piss with a cloth, very grateful that he hadn’t demanded I lick his piss up off the floor. It was so degrading to realise that I was so terrified of Carla’s friends giving her a bad report of my work that I would have probably gone along with that too. Not for the first time I wondered where I would draw the line. At what point would I decide the awful treatment was too much? I had no answer to that.

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When I had finally finished cleaning the house it was 6pm, Mike had left so it was just Graham in the house. He had a quick walk round, told me that he was satisfied and that he would tell Carla that I’d done a good job serving him. I fell over myself to thank him, it was pathetic but I was so grateful for this.

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“No problem virgin.” He laughed, “Now one more thing I want you to do for me, I’m going out for dinner with a few friends and I want you to drive me there, wait for me and then drive me back home when I’m done.”

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My face must have betrayed my disappointment.

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“Aw, were you hoping for an evening to relax virgin?”

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“Ummmm…yes Sir, I thought I might have some time to myself Sir.”

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“Well you’re shit out of luck, tonight you’re going to be my driver!”

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“Yes Sir, of course Sir.”

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“Good boy!” He smirked.

I sat outside while Graham ate at an expensive Thai restaurant with two other girls and two guys. When I had finished cleaning his house I was looking forward to an evening to myself, maybe watching a film or cooking something for myself for once, as opposed to always providing tasty meals for others. But Graham seemed to enjoy dashing my hopes for an evening to myself.

I was bored, lonely and pissed off sitting there waiting for Graham to finish so I could drive him home, when a text came through on my phone. It was from Ryan and it simply read, “Your girlfriend wants to say hi ;)” I didn’t know what it meant, until ten seconds later a photo came through. My heart plummeted, my blood ran cold, I thought I was about to throw up in my car. The picture was taken from above and it featured Carla on her knees with Ryan’s cock half way down her throat. I started to cry with jealousy and a sense of betrayal and unfairness as I took it all in. Her mouth was opened wide to fit his large cock in, there was a lot of saliva all over Ryan’s cock. And Carla had this dreamy far away look in her eyes. The love of my life, ladies and gentleman, the girl I dedicate my life to, I thought ruefully.

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A couple of minutes went by and then another text came through, again from Ryan.

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“Aren’t you going to say hi back?” He asked, obviously taunting me. Mocking me for my pathetic, subservient, absurd position. I was too scared to disobey though, so I played along with his game.

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“Hi” I texted back.

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“Send us a little video of you saying hi.” He texted back. I fumed a little bit. The fucking cheek of the guy. He has his cock down the throat of the girl I love and he’s toying me just out of some sadistic, alpha male bullshit. “We’re waiting!” He continued. The exclamation mark sent a jolt of fear running through me. What if Carla was pissed off with me delaying things? I quickly got the camera up on my phone, I turned it to face me and spoke the words, “Hi Carla, I hope you’re having a good time.” I sent it, feeling sick with anger and self-loathing.

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“Try it again with a smile this time ;)”

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Again, I raged internally but got my camera up again, turned it round on my face, gave a little fake smile and again said, “Hi Carla, I really hope you’re having a great time.”

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“Good wimp” Came the text back. I slumped back into my seat, put my phone in my pocket and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. Once again I repeated the words that Serena had taught me, “I sacrifice, I sacrifice, I sacrifice.” It calmed me down and I was able to regain my composure and sense of perspective. At least she was enjoying herself I thought to myself bitterly.

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