“Faggot! Come!”

My head jerks up at the sound of Juno's voice, and I push to my feet. Quickly walking to them, I kneel down at Juno's feet, waiting silently. She puts a hand on my head, ruffles my hair, then pulls it, guiding me back to a standing position, again.

“Our friends have heard a lot about you, slut,” Juno tells me, “They wanted to meet the little faggot that provided us with such exemplary service all evening. Now that you're not in service mode, forbidden to make noise or initiate eye contact.”

“Hiii!” Julia waves to me, smiling brightly, holding her hand out to me. “I'm Julia. Julia Potter. Enzo and Juno have told me, well, I mean, us, all of us, all about you, all throughout high school. You always seemed super cool and nice, at a distance.”

Two years ahead of them, with no extracurricular activities to my name, I was a homebody nerd. I was either here, or over at Amy's house, when not at school or the library. Prime reason Boris chose me to bully at school, I was the easiest target.

“Thank you,” I smile, accepting her hand. She shakes hands with me, firmly, as if she hadn't had her cock in my mouth for a fair bit of her time at the dinner table. “It's lovely to meet you, too. The twins told me they had some fantastic friends.”

“Name's Enrique!” the taller, broader boy introduces, offering me his own hand. “Nice to finally meet you. I'll be going to Stanford, myself, next year, on a scholarship. Gonna pursue engineering. Julia hasn't decided what she wants to do, yet.”

“Any recommendations?” Julia asks.

“I'm a History major, so unless you like History,” I answer, “I don't really have any suggestions. The Professors are pretty good, though. Nobody's given Amy a hard time for being, you know. Like you and Juno are. So, none to warn you about.”

“Phew, that's a relief. Some men can be so weird about it!” Julia answers, and I nod. I turn to Hiro as he offers me his own hand, in turn. He shakes firmly, though he's slimmer and a little shorter than Enrique, even if all three have lovely cocks.

“Hiro Asari,” he introduces himself politely, like I'm just another guy, “Awesome to meet you. We're all going to Stanford. I'm going to be a marine biologist. Heard you're a pretty avid swimmer. You thinking about joining the university team?”

“That'll be up to Amy at this point. I don't think I have the agency required, as a cock slave,” I answer truthfully, and Hiro nods in answer. “I don't know if I would make the cut, but it'll be up to my Owner whether or not I try out for the team.”

“Assuming cock slaves are allowed on the team, for that matter,” I add, “They'd need to make accommodations for Amy, or have permission slips signed for me to travel without my Owner. I only have what rights Amy decides I should retain.”

“Man. I didn't realise there were so many potential hurdles for a cock slave attending university,” Julia says, frowning and looking thoughtful. “I mean, I guess it makes sense. You did consent to enslavement, which means you are her property.”

“Guess it's fortunate, for all of us, you get to attend, at all,” Enrique said, “My grandparents wanted me to attend a good, respectable Christian university. My parents and I looked into it. Almost all of them ban cock slaves, and queer students.”

“We agreed immediately: fuck no. I told them I wanted to go to Stanford, and that was just the end of that conversation,” Enrique tells me, and I nod as I listen. I don't know where Mom and Dad are, but they're not loitering about the front door.

“Anyway,” Hiro says, “It is coming late. We should be on our way back home. I mean we only live across town, but, even still, y'know?” I nod, and we bid them farewell. Enzo commands me down, and I kneel, obedient to the commands given.

“Stay, fag,” Enzo commands firmly, and then the twins walk with them to their car, parked on the street out front.