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Ethan the Fag - Part 9

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Spring break was approaching, and the campus was abuzz with excitement. Most students were planning trips to sunny beaches, family visits, or simply taking the time to unwind.

For Aaron, Ryan, and Paul, the idea of taking a break from the grind of university life had been on their minds for weeks. But for Ethan, the thought of spring break didn’t evoke the same feelings. His life had become so intertwined with his dorm mates’ needs that the concept of a “break” felt foreign to him.

In fact, most of the time he hated the anticipation before the break; it meant that one or more of his now-Masters would probably leave the dorm for some time, go on vacation, or visit family. Still, he remained dedicated to serving them, whatever that might entail. Even in their absence, he felt their power throughout the day, all around the dorm.

One evening, as Ethan was tidying up the dorm and preparing for their nightly routines, the three of them gathered in the living room, beers in hand, discussing their plans for the break.

“We should do something different this time,” Aaron suggested, leaning back on the couch. “No parties, no staying on campus. Let’s go somewhere.”

Paul grinned, already imagining the possibilities. “Yeah, a trip sounds good. We could use the time to relax, do something outdoors. What about a hike? Get out into nature for a while.”

Ryan nodded, agreeing with the idea. “A hike sounds perfect. We could head to the mountains, do some camping. Get away from all this for a bit.”

As they talked, Ethan continued his work quietly in the background, listening intently. The idea of a trip felt strange to him; he had never imagined leaving the confines of the dorm. But if that’s what they wanted, he would go along without hesitation. His place was with them, wherever they chose to be.

Finally, Paul turned to Ethan, who was wiping down the kitchen counter. “Ethan, pack your things. You’re coming with us.”

Ethan looked up, surprised. He hadn’t expected to be included in their plans. “Are you sure, Master?” he asked tentatively.

Aaron waved his hand dismissively. “Of course. We need someone to handle the cooking, cleaning, and whatever else. Besides, you’re ours, right?”

Ethan felt a small surge of pride at being considered part of the group, even if his role was that of a servant. “Yes, Master. Thank you,” he said, bowing his head slightly. “I’ll make sure everything is ready.”

The next few days were a whirlwind of preparations. Ethan meticulously packed for the trip, ensuring that all of Aaron, Ryan, and Paul’s needs would be met. He packed their clothes, prepared meals that could be easily cooked over a campfire, and even researched the hiking trails they might take, wanting to be as helpful as possible.

When the day of the trip arrived, Ethan was up before dawn, loading the car with their gear. The smell of their dirty clothes still clung to him, a comforting reminder of his role in their lives. As they set off, Ethan sat in the backseat, quietly organizing their supplies and making sure everything was in order.

The drive to the mountains was long, but the conversation between Aaron, Ryan, and Paul flowed easily. They talked about their plans for the future, joked about their time at the university, and occasionally teased Ethan, who took it all in stride. To him, their teasing was a sign of acceptance, a recognition of his place among them.

Throughout the trip, Paul sat besides Ethan, his feet propped up in Ethan's lap. Occasionally, he would ask for a rub. When Ethan wasn't supposed to talk, Paul would rest his bare soles on Ethan's face, wiggling his toes teasingly.

Ethan grew accustomed to Paul's teasing, but over time, it nourished into something deeper - love. Ethan wasn't merely accepting of Paul's actions, bullying, or harassment, but also in need of them. He couldn't imagine his life without Paul's control, Paul's power. He was deeply in love with him. Sure, Ryan and Aaron had been his original Masters, the ones who pushed him down the faggotry abyss. But Paul was something else. A godly figure.

When they finally arrived at the trailhead, the air was crisp and fresh, the mountains towering above them like ancient sentinels. Ethan felt a sense of awe at the sight, but he quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on the tasks at hand. He helped unload the car, set up the campsite, and prepared their first meal over the campfire.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden light over the landscape, the four of them sat around the fire, eating and talking. For a moment, it felt almost like they were equals, simply enjoying each other’s company in the great outdoors. But Ethan knew better than to let that thought linger. His place was to serve, to make sure they were comfortable and happy.

When Ethan wasn't doing any tasks - cooking, cleaning, organizing, serving drinks, etc. - he would kneel on the rubbled ground, either serving as a footstool for one of the boys, or massaging their feet, their legs, or their shoulders. Yes, his knees hurt like hell, but Ethan saw it as more of a reminder of his place, and he accepted it without hesitation.

The next morning, the hike began in earnest. The trail was steep and challenging, but Aaron, Ryan, and Paul were in excellent shape, pushing forward with energy and enthusiasm. Ethan, on the other hand, struggled to keep up. His body, worn down by months of constant labor and inadequate rest, wasn’t equipped for the physical demands of the hike. But he didn’t complain, didn’t ask for a break. He knew they expected him to keep up, and he was determined not to disappoint them.

As they climbed higher into the mountains, the air grew thinner, the path more rugged. Ethan’s legs ached, his lungs burned, but he pressed on, driven by the desire to prove himself, to be useful. He carried their extra gear, fetched water from streams, and made sure they had everything they needed.

At one point, Paul stopped to take in the view and glanced back at Ethan, who was lagging slightly behind. “You okay back there, Cinderella?” he called out, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Ethan forced a smile, nodding despite the pain in his body. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice breathless. “Just enjoying the scenery.” He knew better than to disturb the boys' day with his weakness. It wasn't about him.

Paul smirked and turned back to the trail, clearly unconcerned. Ethan knew that no matter how difficult the hike became, he had to keep going. He had to show them that he was strong enough, dedicated enough to handle anything they threw at him. He wouldn't give them a reason to get rid of him. Not after what he's been through.

The couple of days passed in a blur of physical exertion and quiet moments by the campfire. Ethan’s body ached constantly, his muscles screaming for relief, but he refused to let it show. He cooked their meals, cleaned up after them, and made sure their gear was in perfect condition. At night, while they slept in their tents, he would curl up outside by the fire, too tired to even notice the cold.

But despite the exhaustion, despite the constant pain, Ethan felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He was serving them, supporting them, ensuring their comfort and success. The harsh conditions of the hike only reinforced his belief that he was doing what he was meant to do.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of climbing, the group reached a plateau with a breathtaking view of the valley below. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over the mountains, and the sight was so beautiful that it momentarily took Ethan’s breath away.

As they sat down to rest, Aaron, Ryan, and Paul began to discuss their plans for the future, talking about their ambitions and goals. Ethan listened quietly, a small smile on his face. He imagined them achieving everything they were talking about, becoming successful and admired, and he took pride in knowing that he had played a part in getting them there.

After a while, Paul turned to Ethan, a rare look of curiosity on his face. “What about you, Ethan? Don’t you have any dreams or goals?”

The question caught Ethan off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. But then he realized that the answer was simple, and he said it without hesitation. “My only goal is to make sure you’re all happy and successful. That’s all I want.”

"Huh." Paul stared into Ethan's eyes, almost breaking character. "I have no idea what's wrong with you faggots. I mean, I've broken a few faggots in my life. In high school I had two fags at my service, and then in my first year I broke a fag until he had to go to therapy dreaming about me. But you... Cinderella. Damn. You're telling me you threw your whole life away for us?"

Ethan felt his chest tighten. Fuck my life. Yes, he had thrown everything away. His studies, his social life, his interests, his hobbies. He had even stopped visiting family, stopped seeing friends. People probably thought he was dead. Ethan missed his old life, but only for a minute during his busy packed-schedule days.

Was this life better than his old one? An older version of him would have said hell no. He existed to serve, nothing else. His comforts were eradicated, stripped away. His needs, his vision for a future; all gone.

"Yes," Ethan said. "It's what you wanted. It's what you told me to do." His voice was low, his tone meek.

"Good boy," Ryan said. "He's broken beyond repair," he said to his friends.

Aaron and Ryan exchanged a glance, and Aaron chuckled softly. “Well, you’re doing a damn good job of that, Ethan. Keep it up.”

Paul nodded in agreement, his expression unreadable.

The conversation moved on, but Ethan’s heart swelled with pride. Their approval, their acknowledgment, was all he needed. He had no ambitions beyond serving them, no desires other than to see them succeed. His life was intertwined with theirs, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

On the final day of the hike, as they descended the mountain, the weather took a turn for the worse. A sudden storm rolled in, bringing heavy rain and freezing winds. The trail became slippery and treacherous, and the group was forced to move slowly, carefully picking their way down the mountain.

Despite the worsening conditions, Ethan pushed forward, determined to keep up. His body was exhausted, his clothes soaked through, but he focused on the trail ahead, on making sure that he didn’t slow them down.

At one point, as they navigated a particularly steep section of the trail, Ethan slipped, his foot sliding out from under him on the wet rocks. He tumbled down the slope, his body slamming into the ground with a sickening thud. Pain shot through his leg, but he bit back a cry, not wanting to show weakness.

Aaron, Ryan, and Paul turned back to see what had happened, and when they saw Ethan lying on the ground, Paul rolled his eyes, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern. “Get up, Cinderella. We don’t have time for this.”

Ethan gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand, his leg screaming in protest. The pain was intense, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the fact that they needed him. He couldn’t afford to be a burden, couldn’t afford to slow them down.

“I'm sorry. I’m fine,” he said through clenched teeth, limping forward to rejoin the group.

Aaron gave him a once-over, his expression unreadable. “You sure?”

Ethan nodded, determined to prove that he could handle it. “I’m sure. Let’s keep going.”

The descent continued, the storm raging around them, but Ethan refused to give up. Every step was agony, but he forced himself to keep moving, to stay with them, to fulfill his role. He knew that this was a test, another way to prove his dedication, and he wasn’t about to fail.

As they reached a rest-point, Paul walked over to Ethan, who was now panting, clearly in pain despite moving forward.

"You don't have to pretend to be in pain," Paul said with sympathetic eyes. "Look at me, Cinderella."

Ethan met his eyeline, fear mixing with admiration. "It... hurts."

"I know it hurts, Cinderella. But you're taking it like a champ, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good boy. And for whom are you enduring this pain? Clearly not for yourself."

"For you, Master."

Paul nodded. "That's it. Now, here, let me help you." Paul slowly sat on a rock, removed his shoes, and placed his left foot on his right ankle.

"This will ease your pain. Dig in."

Ethan blushed as he saw Paul's bare sole. He felt at home. He lowered himself on the ground, his foot still hurting, and moved closer to Paul's foot.

Paul smirked, pushing Ethan's face into his sole. "Deep breaths. Stay there for a few minutes. Then we'll head back home."

As they packed up the car and began the drive back to campus, Ethan sat in the backseat, his body aching but his heart filled with pride. He had proven his dedication, his willingness to do whatever it took to make Aaron, Ryan, and Paul happy.

Paul had told him to kiss his feet throughout the trip as a thank-you for easing his pain back in the hike. As the boys talked amongs themselves in the car, Ethan spent his time kissing Paul's feet.

When they finally arrived back at the dorm, the three of them collapsed onto the couches, exhausted but satisfied. Ethan, despite his own exhaustion, immediately set to work unpacking the car, cleaning up their gear, and preparing dinner. His leg still throbbed, but he ignored it, focusing instead on his tasks.

That night, as he lay in the closet, surrounded by the familiar smell of dirty clothes, Ethan felt a deep sense of peace. He had served them well, had proven his worth, and in return, they had accepted him as part of their lives.

And that was enough for him.

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