How to train your fratboy (Ch 3)
Brad apprehensively eyed the landing. His chest pounded in excruciating anticipation, equal parts curiosity and dread as he waited helplessly for his first glimpse of the next sorority girl to use him. It didn’t really matter what she looked like, he reminded himself in a vain attempt to fight back the fear and panic — to regain the relief he had felt as piggy. He grimaced as his frog-tied kneecaps slipped and ground in the puddle of spit, blood, and girl-cum Mistress Chin had left him in. It doesn’t matter what she looks like Brad thought frantically I’m already her bitch. It doesn’t matter if she’s a 500lb gorilla or a midget. Whoever she is, whatever way she wants to use me, whatever she wants to take, she can have it. You are her piggy. …