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08 / 09 / 2024

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02 / 09 / 2024

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Ethan the Fag - Part 8

All parts are tagged with #ethanthefag.

The winter had settled in fully by the time Ryan returned from his grant program, and the dorm was quieter than usual as the holiday break approached. Ethan had grown accustomed to the rhythm of his life with Aaron and Paul. He had reached a state of complete submission, where his identity was tied solely to his role as their servant. His days were filled with chores, his nights spent on the cold, hard floor of the hallway. But despite the discomfort, despite the humiliation, Ethan had found a strange contentment in his existence.

When Ryan returned, Ethan prepared for his arrival with the same diligence he applied to all his tasks. He cleaned the entire dorm, made sure Ryan’s belongings were perfectly organized, and even prepared a welcome-back meal for him. Ryan’s return, however, marked the beginning of a new chapter in Ethan’s life—one that would push the boundaries of his submission even further.

The first night Ryan was back, the three of them—Aaron, Paul, and Ryan—sat down in the living room, beers in hand, as Ethan quietly served them snacks. Ethan couldn’t help but notice the way they were looking at him, the way they exchanged glances, a sense of something unspoken passing between them.

Finally, Ryan broke the silence. “Ethan,” he said, his tone casual but carrying a weight that made Ethan’s stomach twist, “we’ve been talking. Paul’s been really enjoying his time here, and he’s been a great addition to the dorm.”

Ethan nodded, feeling a knot form in his throat. He wasn’t sure where this was going, but he had a sinking feeling it wouldn’t be good for him.

“Since I’m back now,” Ryan continued, “we’ve got a bit of a space issue. You know, with Paul having settled in and all.”

Paul leaned forward, grinning. “So we’ve come up with a solution. I’m going to take your room, Ethan.”

The words hit Ethan like a punch to the gut, but before he could even begin to process them, Aaron chimed in. “And we were thinking, since you’ve been so good about everything, you have two choices. You can either sleep in one of our closets—whichever one of us you choose, you’ll focus on serving that person the next day—or you can keep sleeping in the hallway.”

Ethan’s mind reeled. His room, the one small space that had still felt somewhat his, was being taken away. But the way they spoke, so casually, so confidently, left him feeling as if he had no choice in the matter. They expected him to agree, to accept their decision without question, just as he always had.

He swallowed hard, the weight of their expectations pressing down on him. “I… I’ll move into the closet,” he said, his voice trembling. “If that’s what you want.”

Paul clapped his hands together, laughing. “Good choice, Ethan. I’m sure we can make this work.”

Ryan grinned, raising his beer in a mock toast. “To new arrangements.”

Aaron just nodded, his expression pleased. “You’ve made the right decision. Now, let’s get you moved.”

The rest of the evening was a blur as Ethan packed up his few belongings—what little he had left that hadn’t been appropriated by Aaron and Paul—and moved them into Aaron’s closet. The space was cramped, filled with gym bags, shoes, and dirty clothes. But it was where they wanted him, so it was where he would go. The smell of sweat and stale air filled the small space, but Ethan didn’t flinch. This was his new reality, and he would accept it without complaint.

That first night in the closet, Ethan curled up on the floor, using a pile of Aaron’s gym clothes as a makeshift pillow. The small, dark space felt claustrophobic, but at the same time, it was strangely comforting. He was close to Aaron, close to the person he was meant to serve, and that thought gave him a sense of purpose that eased the discomfort.

The next morning, Ethan awoke to the sound of Aaron rummaging through the closet. “Time to get up, Cinderella,” Aaron said, his voice gruff. “Lots to do today. Start with breakfast and make sure my gym bag is packed.”

Ethan scrambled to his feet, his muscles stiff from the cramped quarters, and hurried to do as he was told. The routine was familiar, comforting in its own way. He knew what was expected of him, and he knew how to fulfill those expectations. As he cooked breakfast and packed Aaron’s gym bag, a strange sense of pride filled him. He was needed. He had a purpose.

Throughout the day, Ethan focused all his energy on Aaron, anticipating his every need, ensuring that everything was perfect. Aaron barely acknowledged his efforts, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Ethan was fulfilling his role, that he was making Aaron’s life easier.

At the end of the day, Aaron came into his room and found Ethan cleaning his shoes. “Good work today, Ethan,” Aaron said, his tone almost kind. “You can sleep here again tonight.”

Ethan nodded, feeling a warm flush of happiness at the rare praise. “Thank you,” he murmured, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

But the routine didn’t stop there. The next day, Ethan was expected to move into Ryan’s closet. The transition was seamless; Ethan knew exactly what to do, how to organize Ryan’s things, how to make sure everything was ready for him. The smell of sweat and old clothes was the same, but Ryan’s closet was slightly smaller, more cramped. Still, Ethan made it work, curling up on the floor and falling asleep with the satisfaction of knowing he had done well.

Each day, Ethan moved between the closets, rotating his sleeping arrangements according to who needed him most. When he wasn’t in the closet, he slept in the hallway, ready to serve whoever called on him first. The system became second nature to him, and the others began to rely on it. Ethan no longer had a room of his own, but that was okay—he didn’t need one. His purpose was to serve, and as long as he was fulfilling that purpose, he was happy.

Paul took particular pleasure in making Ethan’s life difficult. He would call on Ethan at all hours, demanding massages, snacks, or simply someone to talk to while he lounged in bed. Ethan obliged without hesitation, grateful for the opportunity to be useful. Paul’s cruelty didn’t faze him anymore; it was just part of the job, part of the life he had chosen.

Aaron and Ryan, too, pushed Ethan further. They’d order him to do increasingly degrading tasks, from scrubbing the bathroom floors with a toothbrush to washing their cars in freezing weather. And Ethan did it all with a sense of pride, knowing that he was making their lives easier, that he was contributing to their success.

There were moments when Ethan’s body ached, when his muscles screamed for rest, but he pushed through the pain. The thought of disappointing Aaron, Ryan, or Paul was unbearable. He would rather endure any hardship than fail them.

As the months wore on, Ethan’s submission became complete. He no longer saw himself as an individual with wants or needs. He was an extension of Aaron, Ryan, and Paul—an essential part of their lives, one that they couldn’t function without. And in that, Ethan found a deep, abiding happiness.

His dreams became filled with visions of Aaron, Ryan, and Paul achieving greatness, always with Ethan in the background, supporting them, ensuring their success. These dreams fueled him, gave him the strength to keep going, to push through the exhaustion, the pain, the humiliation.

In his waking moments, Ethan felt nothing but devotion to his dorm mates. His every thought, every action was focused on making them happy, on making their lives as easy as possible. He no longer cared about the things that had once mattered to him—school, friendships, his future. Those were distant memories, replaced by the all-consuming need to serve.

The others noticed the change in Ethan, but they didn’t question it. They saw his devotion, his willingness to do anything for them, and they took full advantage of it. They had molded him into the perfect servant, and they were content to let him remain that way.

And so, Ethan’s life continued, a cycle of service, submission, and quiet happiness. He had found his place in the world, and he had no desire to change it. As long as Aaron, Ryan, and Paul were happy, so was he.

Appreciate all the love for this series. If you have any ideas, let me know via DM. 😏

Such a beautiful couple 🥰

09 / 09 / 2024

And i lived this several times because I already served chubby men, it was awesome

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