Pi Kappa Alpha is notoriously one of the roudiest Frats in the US. Freddy is legacy and wants to get in non matter what. Scott couldnât care less.
Luckily, the fagâs annoying gagging was almost entirely covered by the loud moans of the blond chick on the computer screen. She was being piston-fucked by her two âstep-brothersâ and she was loving every second of it. Cliff pushed the fagâs head down to the base of his cock and held it there for ten⌠twenty seconds. The sissy cunt started to choke almost immediately and as the seconds passed he began to shake convulsively.
âThree years of this shit and you still canât take my whole dick!â the twenty-year-old jock grunted through gritted teeth âHow the fuck can you be this useless, bitch? How?â
The fag was literally turning blue and his bloodshot, watering eyes, filled to the brim with love, hopeless devotion and complete adoration, looked like they were just about to pop out. Cliff smirked and let go of his head. The fag slid backwards but just a couple of inches, adamantly refusing to let go of the straight boyâs meat. He only took a second to rest, then he started sucking on it like his life depended on it. Cliff was so close now. His balls were churning restlessly, his pulse was racing and testosterone was pumping through his veins by the gallon.
âIf you donât make me come in the next thirty seconds I swear Iâll fucking knock you into next week, you hear me?!â as on cue, the desperate young man who was down on his knees under Cliffâs desk, let out a choked sob and went on a frenzy. He started blowing him like a madman, deepthroating him, slobbering all over his cock, stabbing the back of his own throat ferociously to maximize the horny studâs pleasure âStupid faggot!â snickered the jock looking back up at that blond whoreâs tits on the screen. They were so fucking huge and he saw himself groping them hard and squeezing them over and over again and⌠It all felt too fucking awesomeâŚ
He shot his entire load directly into that throat pussy, thrusting his hips back and forth on the edge of his seat and forcing the fagâs head down with all his might. Then, little by little he relaxed on the seatback, closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the rush. The fagâs mouth was still working on his dick, sucking slowly now, to squeeze out every last drop of his orgasm like he had been trained to do.
âThank you for letting me drink your precious cum, Sir! Itâs such a privilege, Sir! You are so kind to me, Sir!â
Cliff opened his eyes and looked down at that pathetic excuse for a bottom feeder who was actually beaming dotingly up at him. His face was completely plastered with spit, tears and sweat. The straight boy smirked.
âYeah, youâre right, I am way too fucking kind to you, cunt, hehe!â he grunted, grabbing a cigarette from the packet on the desk. He lit it and took a long puff. He blew it out, enjoying the sensation âYou done with all your chores?â
âYes, Sir!â the fag replied eagerly âI went to your classes and took notes, Sir! Then I cleaned your room, changed your bed sheets, did your laundry, licked the bottom of all your training shoes clean then pressed all your clothes and put everything away in your closet, Sir! Everythingâs in the chores report, Sir!â
âImpressive! And itâs not even four! Hehe!â Cliff snickered without even bothering to look at the neatly filled out form on his desk âAlright, you get to lick my balls for a while, faggot. Theyâre all sweaty from training so they should be suuuuuper tasty! Hehe!!â he conceded.
The queerâs face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. He started drooling uncontrollably and went âThank you, Sir!â before diving tongue-out and covering his hairy ballsack with saliva.
âHey, bro!â Cliff looked up. Zach Taylorâs head was sticking in from the bedroom door that had been left ajar âYou busy?â the bleached blond kid asked.
âNot really.â Cliff replied blowing out smoke and scratching one of his pecs âJust needed to dump a load before showering. Whatâs up?â
âThe fagsâ score charts are in! Cameron beat us all again!â Zach grunted with a bit of childish disappointment. Cliff chuckled.
âYeah, well! No surprise there, man!â
âI know but, câmon! Every fucking time!â the sophomore pouted indignantly.
âHey, heâs the king, bro! You know that!â Cliff shrugged, then taunted âNot much a rookie such as yourself can do about it, is there?â
Zach made a face and flipped his buddy off. Then he simply added in a resigned tone âWhatever, man! I gotta split. Have a gig in an hour!â
âAlright, bro! Later!â
The younger boy left. Cliff shook his head, amused and closed the pornHub tab on his browser. He was curious now and checked his emails.
âAlright fag! Letâs see how you did!â he boomed cheerfully as he opened the pdf file âWhat? Fourth place?â He looked down between his legs and saw the expression on the cuntâs face go from delighted and even proud, to embarrassed and a little confused.
âI⌠Iâm⌠sorry, SirâŚâ he sounded nothing short of mortified.
âWhat the fuck, bitch! You really are completely useless, arenât you?! Why do I even keep you, huh? Do you even realize how lucky you are?â the straight boy wasnât actually mad but watching the fag squirm was by far one of his favorite pastimes.
Suddenly the stupid fuck threw his face on the floor and started kissing Cliffâs bare feet.
âIâm so sorry, Sir! I⌠I tried to do my best, Sir! But Iâm such a useless faggot, Sir! Please donât throw me out, Sir! Please! Iâm begging you, Sir! Iâll do better, I swear, Sir!â he sniveled between seriously wet smooching.
âYeah, you better!â Cliff snickered, breaking the tension a little âWell, at least you did better than Hoffmanâs.â he snorted then âThat douche thinks he owns this fucking place, just cause heâs Cameronâs lap dog.â he commented sharply, then smirked again âAnd check this out! You got an A- in foot-licking! Well done, bitch!!â He put one of his feet on the cuntâs head and ruffled his hair.
âMmmm⌠tnmmkkkmmmmâŚâ his mouth was pressed too hard on his other foot for him to be able to speak.
âThis has got to be one of the proudest moments of your life, right faggot?â the boy sneered as he enjoyed feeling that fuckerâs head under his foot.
âMmmmnnssshhhnnnâŚâ was the reply he got.
âYeah, yeah, youâre welcome!â Cliff snickered distractedly.
Then he frowned. He noticed he had gotten an official email on the frat treasurer address. It was from one of their financial supporters. He opened it and read the content. He snorted several times before he was through with it âYeah, in your dreams, fucker!â he muttered. Then he suddenly kicked the fag on the head, somewhat irked.
âGet on the fucking floor, face up!â the bitch obeyed instantly and Cliff planted one of his feet on his stomach and the other one right on his face âLick!â itâs all he said before feeling, almost instantly, the slaveâs tongue get to work. He clicked on the facetime icon, looked for the guy in his contacts and immediately started a video call.
A fifty something balding man popped up on Cliffâs screen and the first thing he did was bow his head and intoned:
âThank you for considering my email, Sir! I am grateful!â in the most respectful and servile tone possible.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about, bitch? Thereâs nothing to consider! You donât just stop sending money. It doesnât work like that!â Cliff spread his arms like he was explaining something so easy it was ludicrous.
âIâm aware of that, Sir! But you see, I have something more valuable than money to give, Sir!â the man continued, even more subserviently.
âOh, yeah? And whatâs that?â the boy snorted doubtfully.
The man paused for a second. His face was ashened and it looked like he hadnât slept in days.
âIâm⌠Iâm proposing an M.O.K., Sir!â the man stuttered, almost shaking.
Cliff looked surprised for a moment. Then his lips curled into a smirk.
âWow, Iâve never seen that happen beforeâŚâ He took another long puff from his cigarette and looked down at the faggot sticking his tongue happily between his sweaty ass toes. It was all so fucking degrading and subhuman. Although he was used to it, sometimes he still couldnât believe anyone could actually accept to live like that. He snickered to himself, blew out the smoke and looked back up at the man. âAlright, bitch! Iâm listening!â
The silence was rather awkward. Or at least it was for Freddy. Which was a pity, really, since the day hadnât sucked too bad for him so far. He was sitting in the sun sipping on his strawberry shake, glaring angrily at the other young man sitting opposite him, Scott Ackerman. The tall jock was munching on what was left of his fries while flipping through his phone. Apparently, not a care in the world. He probably didnât even realize Freddy was upset with him.
âCouldâve just said âno, thank youâ, you know?â
Scott looked up, his piercing green eyes were frowning.
âDude, I did!â the boy replied, a little annoyed âRemember? I said âNo thanks, I donât wanna sign your petition against that bill.â But then you asked why and I simply gave you a piece of my mind, thatâs all.â he shrugged.
Freddy snorted loudly, in disgust and Scott rolled his eyes.
âLook, itâs not like I hate gays or anything, ok?â he explained âI mean, you wanna suck dick for the rest of your life, hey, itâs your business! I have no problem with that!â he paused and smirked a little âHell, I might even let one of you go down on me if Iâm drunk enough!â He stated, then continued with a more serious expression âBut thereâs no way in hell Iâm ok with letting you raise a kid or even get married for that matter. Itâs just weird, man and itâs⌠I donât know⌠against nature, I guess.â he frowned for a second then continued âAnd, dude, of course I support that âdonât say gayâ billâŚâ he rolled his eyes again to the infamous nickname the Florida bill had been given by the gay-friendly press âI mean, why should kids have to hear that word, anyway? They shouldnât, not in grade school. God knows itâs already weird enough when youâre a teenager!â he went on, so convinced of his own ideas it was difficult to stop him âIt would totally confuse them and to be honest Iâm surprised Florida is the only state that came up with it, cause itâs just the right thing to do. Itâs about time they did it back home.â Arlington, Texas. Good old racist, anti-gay, misogynistic southern charm. Thatâs where the two boys had grown up. Freddy looked stunned once again by his words and Scott shrugged again âHey, it might be an unpopular opinion, but at least Iâm being honest and Iâm not exactly the only one who sees things this way, now, am I?â
âDo you have any idea how homophobic and⌠and⌠old-fogeyish that sounds? This is 2022 for GodâsâŚâ
âDude, dude, thatâs where youâre wrong!â Scott cut him off âWhy would you call me homophobic? I donât get it! Doesnât that imply Iâm, like, afraid of you or something?â he asked rhetorically âWell, Iâm not, I just think if you wanna be gay, do it in your bedroom. You donât need to flaunt it in front ofâŚâ
âWanna be??â Freddy replied outraged âItâs not a choice you meathead, I was born this way! Itâs not like a switch you can flip!â
âWhatever, dude! Chill, ok? Canât we just agree to disagree on this one? Youâre not gonna change my mind no matter what you say, soâŚâ Scott offered, shaking his head and sneering a little.
âHow can you expect me to just âchillâ when you just admitted to my face that you wouldnât let me near a kid? I mean, câmon!â Freddy hissed, outraged.
âNot exactly what I said, but whateverâŚâ Scott didnât even look up from his phone which went to show how interested he was in the conversation.
âGod, youâre so annoying!â Freddy grumbled.
âThen why are you hanging out with me?â Scott asked, almost amused.
âCause youâre the only person I know, thatâs why!â Freddy admitted in a small, angry voice âAnd I donât wannaâŚâ
âExcuse me!â Both boys turned around. A tall, lean guy who was probably a little older than them was swaggering towards them holding a black gym bag on his back. His chestnut hair was damp and he was wearing a tight wife beater that was showing very well trained muscles. âYouâreâŚâ he checked his phone âToph and Ackerman, right?â he asked.
âYesâŚâ they both replied a little confused.
âHey, guys! Nameâs Jamie, Jamie Roland, Iâm with Pi Kappa Alpha, weâve been vetting this yearâs freshmen and we might be interested in both of you. Donât know if you ever considered Greek life butâŚâ
âYes! Definitely! Iâm so into it!â Freddy cut him off suddenly, all excited âYou know, my dad was part Pi Kappa Alpha back in the Ninetiesââ he bragged proudly.
âSo I heard!â Jamie smiled âThat doesnât mean youâre in, though. Still gotta go through the whole pledge thing, Iâm afraid.â
âYeah, I know that! But I think I can definitely be Pi Kappa Alpha material!â Freddy stated confidently.
âDo you, now? Well, good for you!â the tall boy smiled at him then âWhat about you?â he asked Scott.
Ackerman shrugged âI donât know, never really thought about joining a frat.â
Jamieâs smile widened.
âWell I could tell you that itâs pretty sweet but that would be asking you to take my word for it and we just met, so why donât you just come check it out yourself?â He suggested simply, âWeâre having an open house next Thursday. Someone will show you around.â
âIâll definitely be there!â Freddy blurted out enthusiastically.
âMaybe Iâll come too.â Scottâs voice sounded halfhearted.
âAwesome!â Jaimie replied âMaybe Iâll see you there, then!â
âDefinitely!â Freddy repeated eagerly.
The guy waved at them and caught up with a bunch of other guys who were clearly waiting for him.
âWhatâs with the âdefinitelyâ thing? You said it like four times in less than two minutes.â Scott snickered.
âShut up!â replied Freddy âDo you realize what this means? Pi Kappa Alpha is like the best frat in the country!â he stated.
It wasnât. Not by a long shot. If anything, it was quite the opposite actually since it was in fact listed by many as one of the most out-of-control fraternities in the whole country in terms of⌠well, virtually every aspect of life, really. But Freddy Toph was legacy there. His dad had been talking about his old frat non-stop for the past couple of years. And there was pretty much nothing that kid wouldnât have done for his dadâs approval. He was going to get in, period!
âIf you say so, bro!â Scott yawned.
âHow do you not know how lucky you are!â Freddy spat exasperatedly, âItâs a great honor that they even asked, man!â
âFine, if itâs that important I guess Iâll go with you and see for myself.â He conceded so nonchalantly that Freddy had to use all his patience not to strangle him.
âDo what you want!â the gay kid said tartly âWhy would they even want someone like you!?â he mumbled.
âProbably cause Iâm sooooo annoying!â the other boy joked, smirking at Freddy who simply didnât reply. He put the straw back in his mouth and went back to glaring at Scott Ackerman.
Scott had to admit it was really hard not to be impressed. The building was huge. An elegant staircase and four white Greek columns dominated the facade and on top of them those three famous letters stood out extravagantly so that you couldnât miss them even if you wanted to. There were palm trees and the lawn was extremely well kept. Guys were coming and going, chatting among themselves. Most of them were jock-looking types, like himself which was not surprising, really. Pink hair was over the moon. That was mildly annoying. He was pointing at things and showed off everything he knew about the place. My dad this, my dad that. It was like his old man had owned the place a hundred years back.
âThat palm tree over there, one time my dad and his friendsâŚâ he kept blabbering in his girlish voice. Why did he have to sound and act so fucking gay all the time?
âWelcome!â Freddy was finally shut up by the guy coming towards them. They had finally been noticed. âMay I interest you in a tour of the Pi Kappa Alpha House?â he asked them with a smile. He must have been a junior or a senior. He had a buzz cut and was wearing a shirt, shorts and flip flops. âIâm Andy, by the way!â he pointed at the name tag sticker on his chest.
âHi, Andy, Iâm Freddy Toph and I would be delighted to see the house!â Pink hair shook his hand enthusiastically.
âFreddy Toph, you say? Oh, so youâreâŚâ the boy asked.
âYeah, Iâm Dannis Tophâs son. Which makes me legacy, right?â if he bragged one more time.
âYeah, anyway.â Scott cut in âWe were invited by a dude named Jaime⌠something.â
âJaime Roland!â said Pink Hair.
âOh, of course! Jaime is one of our juniors. Captain of the water polo team!â the guy explained quite proudly âWell, if he invited you, you must have been chosen as suitable candidates.â Andy beamed âWhich means Iâll give you the VIP tour! Câmon, follow me!â
The interior of the mansion was even more impressive. Hardwood floors, white leather couches, 65 inch 4k tv screens, a state of the art kitchen, a dining area, spacious bedrooms with a private bathroom. Scott thought that two swimming pools, one indoor and one outdoor, were a bit of an overkill but every second he spent in that place he liked it more and more. What was there not to like? Especially considering the depressing dorms he was currently staying at. Too good to be true.
âLook, this is all great but letâs talk about money for a second.â Scott interrupted Andy mid sentence as he was explaining the schedule for the sauna. Pink hair looked annoyed.
âOh, wellâŚâ Andy replied, politely, âIf you get accepted, the cost of living here is about 2 grand per semester.â Scott frowned. That wasnât too unreasonable. Not at all, actually. âButâŚâ Andy continued, âIf you have a scholarship of some kind, then itâs free.â
âWhat?â Scott looked extremely doubtful âFree? Youâre kidding, right?â
âNo, Iâm not!â the other boy assured, âAs long as you keep your grades up you only pay for food and occasionally youâll have to chip in for parties, but thatâs it!â
Scott was not convinced at all.
âDude, câmon! Thereâs gotta be a catch.â he said âThis is way too peachy to beâŚâ
âWhat are you doing?!â pink hair mumbled angrily at him. Then he smiled at Andy âIf he says itâs free then why would you not believe him?â
Scott rolled his eyes. Did gay boy have the hots for this dude? Barf!
âYeah, well, I understand your disbelief but itâs not like everybody gets in, you know? Thereâs not that many members in this frat. Thatâs why itâs easier to pay for all expenses.â Andy explained. It didnât really make much sense.
âAlright, what do you gotta do to get in?â Scott asked, half joking.
âWell, you gotta convince all of us brothers that youâre serious about it.â
The three of them watched as a tall guy with dark hair joined them.
âGuys, this is Cameron Davenport, the president of our frat.â exclaimed Andy quite pompously, like it was his own achievement.
âHey, how you doing?â Scott shook hands with him.
âI hear you play ball?â Cameron asked him, smiling âRead your name on the roster for the tryouts.â
âOh, youâre on the team?â Scott asked.
âHeâs not just on the team, heâs the star quarterback and captain of the Golden Panthers!â Andy emphasized a little too strongly to be polite.
âAlright, sorry!â Scott raised his eyebrows.
âHaha! Donât mind him! Andy likes to brag about the team!â Cameron âruffledâ the other guyâs super short hair âAnyways, I hope you make it, bro! We definitely need some new blood!â he was smiling warmly at him and Scott couldnât help smiling back.
âThanks!â the boy said.
âItâs a real pleasure to meet you!â Pink Hair bleated, hurrying to shake the guyâs hand âIâm Freddy Toph my dad wasâŚâ
âOh, I know who you are,â Cameron cut him off, âwe vetted each one of you, remember?â
âYes⌠yes, of courseâŚâ said Pink Hair, a little taken aback.
âThinking of joining us?â Cameron asked the both of them.
âYes! Absolutely!â gay boy replied eagerly. Jeez, he was annoying. Even Cameron half smirked at such enthusiasm.
âWell, I donât know, man! I mean I still canât believe Iâd be living here for free if I ever got in.â mused Scott.
âHaha! Yeah, thatâs the same reaction I got when they first came to me. I was worried my parents couldnât afford it.â the guy admitted âBut itâs all true, bro. As long as your grades are fine and you donât get in too much trouble, itâs free.â the tall senior assured âAnd if you do get into a bit of trouble, the whole frat is gonna have your back!â he added.
Scott found himself liking this guy more and more by the minute. It was hard not to see the appeal.
âAlrightâŚâ Scott shrugged, âSounds cool.â
âAwesome!â Cameron beamed, âWell, if youâre serious about it, Andy is gonna give you the entry test.â
âThereâs an entry test?â Scott snorted, amused.
âYou bet and thereâs also an interview!â replied Cameron.
âYou gotta be kidding me!â jabbered Scott.
âAh, I wouldnât be too worried about it!â Cameron said putting a hand on Scottâs shoulder âIâm sure youâll do fine.â he smiled at the straight kid then added âBoth of you.â looking at Pink Hair.
âAn M.O.K.!? Are you sure?â the blond boy with a shaved head whispered incredulously.
âYeah⌠I heard it⌠it was months ago anyways, itâs no big dealâŚâ the olive skinned boy with a shaved head replied indifferently while unloading the dishwasher.
âNo big deal? Are you for fucking real right now?â hissed the other one, while carefully drying a glass with a kitchen cloth.
âI wouldnât hesitate for a second if my master told me toâŚâ
âThatâs cause youâre a fucking lunatic!â snorted the first boy still keeping his voice so low it was barely audible.
The other one turned towards him and stared him down. Little by little the first boy wiped his smirk off his face and looked down at the glass in his hands.
âIâm⌠Iâm sorryâŚâ he mumbled.
Two voices were suddenly getting closer. Laughing out loud. The first boy looked at the second in pure horror. âPlease donât report me⌠pleaseâŚâ he was shamelessly begging.
âWhat up, faggots!â Two boys walked into the kitchen. It was not unusual to see them together. They were notoriously good friends after all. Two gorgeous specimens of young straight studs. Master Justin and Master Zach.
âSir!â The shaved head boys instantly replied in unison, while the other two were hardly paying any notice to them. They had opened the fridge and were picking what soda they wanted snickering and chatting without a care in the world.
The olive skinned boy was now pleading with his eyes. The blond boy with the shaved head mouthed âitâs for your own goodâ leaving the other one on the verge of tears. He then walked away from the dishwasher, towards the boys at the fridge. He went down on his knees and prostrated himself, face on the floor not three feet from them in silence.
âIâm telling you, he must be fucking cheating, bro! I donât know how butâŚâ
Suddenly Master Justin stopped talking and turned himself towards the shaved-head boy.
âWhat do you want, bitch?â He said walking so close to him his sneakers were now less than an inch from his face.
The shaved-head boy immediately started licking the top of Master Justinâs shoes.
âPermission to speak, Sir!â he hummed between hungry licks.
âGo ahead!â Master Justin snickered.
âThank you, Sir! I have something to report, Sir!â
âUuuhhh! Someone is in trouble! Hehe!â hummed Master Zach, extremely amused.
âHehe! Donât you love it when they do this to each other? It cracks me up every fucking time! Haha!â Master Justin cackled and his buddy shook his head, snickering. The shaved-head boy kept licking those snickers devotedly. âWell, letâs hear it, bitch! Who are you selling out this time?â
Freddy couldnât stop biting his nails out of sheer tension. It had been a week since the high council of the frat led by that crazy hot guy Cameron had spoken with him. Well, maybe âquestioned himâ was a more appropriate choice of words for it. Five guys who were so blatantly the epitome of the handsome straight jock, who had never been bullied or pushed around or even bad mouthed one day in their lives had asked him all sorts of weird questions starting with:
âHey, we noticed that in question 7, âWhat are you prepared to do for the honor of the frat?â, you put down B, âAnything that doesnât get me in troubleâ instead of D, âAnythingâ. Now thatâs not very cool, bro!â
Freddy had apologized but he had told them that he had been honest about it and no matter the circumstances he would have stood by his own principles. He had to admit that it wasnât easy looking at those chiseled bodies and stay focused on their questions. He was eighteen after all and as much as he found them obnoxious, straight athletes made him weak at the knees. Not that he would have ever admitted it to anyone.
Anyways, all in all he didnât think the interview had gone particularly well which made him so angry with himself. Why did he have to be so goddamn proud all the time? Would it kill him to just be a little more easy going every once in a while? And in the meantime, that guy Ackerman had gotten in just like that! He hadnât even heard about the goddamn frat and now he was officially one the pledges. Unbelievable. It was fucked up. Of course he had wowed them with his stupid football scholarship and his stupid good looks. God he was annoying. Freddy checked the time. 11.43. If he didnât get the email in the next seventeen minutes he was out. Thatâs what they had said. Why was every single thing so fucking hard in his life? He found himself thinking about it quite often. Nothing ever went smoothly for him and it wasnât just him being a drama queen. It was true. And it was so unfair. It was probably a childish thing to feel but the boy didnât care. He wanted to get in so fucking bad, though. He wanted it like he had never wanted anything in his entire life. It was all he could think about. He didnât really understand entirely why he wanted to be a part of that so badly but he knew he did and the thought of not getting in was enough toâŚ
The sudden buzz made his heart skip a beat. He grabbed his phone and opened Gmail.
âDear applicant, after reviewing your⌠bla, bla, bla, bla⌠doubts concerning your interview⌠bla, bla, bla, bla⌠considering your family history with the fraternity and⌠bla, bla, bla, bla⌠the council has decided to admit you into the pledge selection process.â
Freddy had to read it three or four times before realizing he had actually made it.
âYes!!!â He screamed so loud his throat burned. He was so happy. He started laughing stupidly. He couldnât wait to hear his dadâs reaction.
âDude, did you bathe in perfume?â Scott asked, wrinkling his nose.
âShut up! I simply shower regularly, which is something you might wanna try!â Pink Hair shot back.
âOuch! That one burns!â Scott mocked him as they were walking up to the entrance of the mansion.
âCan I see your invitation?â a chubby looking guy with a buzz cut asked them.
They showed him the email they had received and he gave them a colored bracelet to wear. Blue for him and orange for Pink Hair.
âWhy are they different colors?â Pink Hair asked. The guy smiled at him and simply went:
âYouâll see.â
There were about thirty, maybe forty kids in the entrance hall. Different ages, all mingled together, talking, drinking and generally having a good time.
âHey, guys! Welcome!â The tour dude greeted them.
âHi, Andy!â Pink Hair exclaimed all excited.
âMay I get you something to drink?â he asked very politely.
âIâll have a beer!â Scott said. Considering it was a frat party, beer had to be pretty much a given.
âUhm⌠yeah, same for me, thanks!â mumbled Pink Hair.
âBe right back!â Tour dude replied cheerfully and left.
The two boys started to mingle. Well, Scott did. Pink Hair simply stared at everybody from a corner of the room throwing down beer. What a creep. The tall jock found he had quite a lot in common with many of the guys there. Not all of them, but the cool ones, most definitely. They were into sports, for starters, which didnât hurt one bit.
But after a little while, someone called for attention and they all turned around to see that Cameron guy they had met a few days earlier, step onto a made-up little stage and then he started to speak.
âHey, everyone! To all the new faces here, welcome to Pi Kappa Alpha!â the freshmen cheered âTo the others⌠welcome back, mutherfuckers!â he joked and the rest of the guys raised their cups and laughed rowdily âAlright so letâs get down to business!â Cameron continued âPledges!â he smirked âYouâll find that things here work a little differently from other fraternities. Thatâs why we have questionnaires and interviews before we accept your pledge request. You see, we know what weâre looking for and most importantly what it means to be a Pi Kappa Alpha.â the older boy smiled briefly at Scott âSo we put you guys through a thorough screening process to determine which of you can actually join.â he made a pause. For effect maybe?
âNow, you might have noticed that you were given a bracelet when you got here.â all the freshmen instinctively looked at their wrist. âTo those of you who got a blue one⌠well, congrats, boys, you just graduated from pledges to brothers.â The whole room exploded.
âWhat?!â Scott heard Pink Hair from his corner. He sounded completely outraged in his stupid sissy voice.
âCongrats, bro!â the two juniors Scott had been talking to, patted him hard on the back, smiling warmly. Their names were Blake and Jamal and they actually seemed pretty cool.
âThanks, guys!â Scott replied, both utterly surprised and sincerely pleased at that turn of events. And together with him, two other kids were being cheered on. They looked both on the short side but they were fellow jocks, no question about it.
âSo everybody give it up for our three new outstanding brothers, Alec Troy, Scott Ackerman and my very own baby brother Kit!â that Cameron dude bellowed âGuys, come up here!â Everybody was clapping and laughing and whistling loudly, pushing the three of them onto the stage.
âYou gotta be kidding me!â Freddy stared in disbelief at what was happening right before his eyes. He had never been more annoyed. Honest. He snorted âTsk! Nepotism much? His brother? Really? Is that even legal?â he vented to no one in particular.
âLegal?â Andy, the nice kid who had given them the tour, was standing right next to him and was looking at him with a profound frown. âWho do you think makes the rules here?â He said âThe Davenport boys have been guiding the frat for decades. Every single one of them has been accepted into Pi Kappa Alpha and has gone up to become president at one point or another, even if just for a year. Seriously, this frat has had over fifty presidents since the 60s and there have been like seventeen of them! If you ask me it was obvious that Kit would be next in line. Youâre looking at number eighteen right there, mark my words! It just makes sense. They simply have what it takes to be part of this frat. Itâs in their blood, you see.â He said all that with clear, unmistakable admiration which made Toph even more uncomfortable.
âWell, Iâm legacy too, you know!â the gay boy retorted defensively.
Andy smiled at that.
âYeah, but youâre a different kind of legacyâŚâ he implied and immediately looked like he regretted it.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing, Iâm sorry, forget I said anythingâŚâ
âNo, I wanna knowâŚâ
The cheering slowly died and Cameron went on.
âFor those of you who were given an orange bracelet, donât worry, itâs not over yet!â he yelled encouragingly âNow, line up over here!â There were five kids, Freddy included, who were looking at him like their life depended on it and, a little tentatively, they obeyed âI gotta tell you guys, you didnât impress us in your interview, right, brothers?â He asked the room and got some âboosâ in response âWhich means that getting in wonât be easyâŚâ he warned them âBut youâre here tonight because we wanna give you a chance!â Cheers from the audience âAnd I assume if YOU came here itâs because you totally want this no matter what, am I right?â
âYesâŚâ some of them muttered half-heartedly.
âI donât think I heard you!â Cameon said theatrically âDid you hear them, Alec?â He turned to one of the newly appointed brothers, a hot blond surfer dude type.
âNope!â the boy replied smugly.
âScott?â continued Cameron.
âCanât say I did, man!â Ackermann was smirking so widely that Freddy wanted to punch him.
âHow bout you, lil brother?â continued Cameron.
âI think these losers should learn some manners!â Now, the look on this oneâs face was terrifying.
Everyone in the room cheered to the freshmanâs cocky words and Cameron slapped him on the back, laughing heartily.
âHahahaha! You know what, I think youâre absolutely right!â boomed Cameron âWhat do you guys say?â He turned to the other two newbies who approved with gusto.
âAlright, so rule number one!â the president started âWeâre brothers, youâre just pledges so every time you talk to one of us you call us âSirâ! Understood?â he said. The whole revolting pledge nonsense had officially begun and Freddy had a feeling he wasnât gonna like what was coming.
âYes, Sir! They all shouted in unison!â The audience cheered as the look of enjoyment on the three new brothers was priceless.
âMuch better!â snickered Cameron.
âNow, as you know, every frat has âhell weekâ for pledges!â the handsome dark haired young man continued, âWell, like I said, we donât follow the same rules here.â snickering from the older members âYou see, the period of time you will be tested to see if youâre worthy of being a member here is exactly 68 days. We call it the âtamingâ and itâs that long cause thatâs the year our frat was founded.â Freddy thought his eyes were gonna pop out. The trio next to Cameron was cracking up.
âSeems fair!â Commented Ackerman, widely entertained.
The five freshmen with the orange bracelet were standing there, motionless, with ashened faces.
âWeâre gonna have so much fun with them, bro!â Alec snickered to his new buddy Kit.
âYou have no idea!â replied him, sneering so evilly.
âAlright, listen!â Cameron called for silence âIâm not gonna lie to you and tell you itâs not gonna be tough, cause it is!â he leveled with them âAnd if Iâm being completely honest I donât know that any of you can actually make it. But letâs be honest, Iâve been wrong before, right Andy?â He turned to the nice tour guy Freddy had spoken to before and actually grabbed the guy and threw his arm around his neck, in a brotherly gesture. The guy looked embarrassed but definitely happy âThree short years ago, Andy here was a loser just like you all!â Cameron continued âBut then he took everything we threw at him, like a champâŚâ laughter from the members ââŚand now heâs proud to be part of our frat!â more laughs âIsnât that right, Andy?â
âYes, Cameron!â the boy promptly replied with what at this point was clearly sheer admiration for a hero or something âI couldnât be happier. The taming is worth every second, guys, trust me! You can do this!â Cheers and more laughter from the older boys in the room. He sounded like he was trying real hard to convince them.
âYeah, and how bout Marty! You were wrong about him too, remember?â a really tall guy with piercing blue eyes pushed a short kid with a shaved head into the limelight.
âYouâre totally right, Cliff! I didnât think Marty could make it either!â agreed Cameron âAnd yet here he is!â
The guys in the room were cackling and cheering and god knows what. Itâs like they were sharing an inside joke none of them could understand.
âItâs true, I agree with Andy! It was so worth it! Every second of it! Iâd do it again in a heartbeat! Iâve never been happier!â recited the shaved-head kid. More laughter.
âThere! You see!? You actually have a real chance here!â said the guy named Cliff.
âSorry guys, I donât wanna do this anymore!â one of the five pledges said suddenly and everyone turned towards him. He was heavily booed by the whole assembly.
âHey, hey, now!â Cameron calmed the crowd âIf he doesnât wanna do it heâs absolutely free to leave!â he shrugged nonchalantly.
âYeah, man, Iâm with you!â the pledge standing next to Fred spouted. More âboosâ. The two boys simply left the frat house without even looking back, accompanied by a chorus of every single name in the book.
âAlright, only three little piggies left, hehe!â Cameron cackled âNow, let me explain what your life is gonna be like for the next ten weeks or so.â He was smirking so intensely. Freddy swallowed hard âItâs actually pretty straight forward. You will move into the frat house and you will be our little slaves!â he announced with overwhelming simplicity, and everyone laughed again.
âIs he for real?â mumbled the kid who was closest to Freddy.
âYou see, thereâs only one way for you to convince us that you wanna be brothers and thatâs how far youâre willing to go!â Cameron explained âSo, bottom line, for the next 68 days you will have to do ANYTHING we brothers tell you.â The three newly appointed members were having the time of their lives âAnd of course youâll be judged on your performance, exactly like you would in a test.â The handsome president continued, âAt the end of the taming, weâre gonna evaluate your grades and see if you pass.â
There was a pause filled with hard disbelief from the pledges.
âBut⌠like⌠Sir⌠what kinda⌠things are you gonna make us do?â the same guy who was standing next to Freddy asked.
Cameronâs face lit up in a huge grin.
âOh, now, I wouldnât wanna spoil the surpriseâŚâ he crooned and his audience roared with laughter ââŚbut itâs nothing that would put your life in danger, that I can guarantee!â he carried on. Now, strangely his words didnât really make Freddy feel any better. There was still a shitload of unpleasant stuff he was gonna experience. His heart was racing but his mind was set and he was dead serious. There was nothing they could throw at him that would make him quit.
âIâm in, Sir!â he heard himself say. Rowdy cheers and encouraging whistles was what he received in response.
âAlright, thatâs what Iâm talking about! We got an eager little pink-haired bitch, here!â Cameron jeered. Everyone laughed, particularly Ackerman. What a jerk.
âMe too, Sir!â Another boy said with confidence âI wanna do this!â
âAwesome!â Cameron smiled at him âHow bout the third little piggy?â the senior asked the kid that was standing next to Freddy.
âScrew this! You guys are nuts!!!â he retorted in response âIâm outta here!â and he stormed off among everyoneâs âboosâ.
Freddy turned to the only other boy left. He was probably 5â8ââ, not fat but not super fit either. He had dark blond hair and brown eyes. All in all, he was quite unremarkable, to be honest. But he had a determination in his eyes that was second to none. Freddy realized in an instant that he was the competition in that surreal situation. He could just feel it and so he decided that he wasnât gonna let this kid ruin his dream.
âWell, well, well! Looks like we only got two slaves left, guys!â Boos, cheers and laughter had pretty much been the soundtrack of the whole evening and this latest remark fueled some more.
âHey, Cam! I got an idea!â Freddy turned around to see a slim guy holding a beer. He wasnât particularly tall, built like a runner, and had a long face with handsome features.
âSure, letâs hear it from the vice president of the frat!â yelled Cameron.
âI say we give these twoâŚâ the guys walked behind Freddy and the other and put his hands heavily on their shoulders ââŚto our new brothers! Let them evaluate their performance!â
Scott was grinning from one ear to the other. He loved this kind of camaraderie, he had grown up with it. It came with the whole being a jock thing. These guys seemed alright. He had good instincts, and he was starting to think that this frat thing was gonna be pretty sweet. Maybe he should have thanked pink-hair. He laughed at the thought.
âGood thinking, Noah!â Cameron smiled at the VP, âItâs actually not a bad idea!â
âHey, thatâs not fair! I wanna use them too!â Someone complained from the crowd and everyone laughed.
âWell, duh!â replied Cameron âWeâre all gonna use them, of course but letâs just say these three are in charge of their performances, ok?!â He explained âIf they do well itâs gonna be you guys who will have to reward them and if they screw up⌠wellâŚâ
âYou punish them!â Noah finished the phrase, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Cheers and screams of approval. Scott couldnât stop cackling. He was gonna be in charge of that proud little faggot. Oh, that was gonna be sweet for real!
âWhat do you guys say?! Feel up to the task?â asked Cameron.
They answered almost in unison.
âYou know it!â
âNo sweat.â
âFuck yeah, big bro!â
âHahaha! Thatâs the spirit!â said Cameron âAlright, Pink Hair can go with Scott here cause Iâm pretty sure they already know each other so thatâll be fun!â Cackles everywhere. The faggot looked disgusted. It was way too easy. âAnd you guys will have to share this other loser, got it?!â Everyone agreed.
âAlright, let the taming begin!â
Freddy was drunk. Maybe not canât-even-stand drunk, but still pretty drunk. This whole ordeal was gnawing at him annoyingly and to shut it up he had decided to get wasted. So far it was working. A slave⌠What did that even mean anyways and how could the campus allow this sort of behavior in the frats. But then again he had volunteered. Why had he, now? Right, his dad⌠to make his dad proud. It had always been his number one priority after all. His head was spinning and he reckoned getting some fresh air was probably not the worst idea. Everybody there seemed to be having a good time. Him, not so much. He had been fetching drinks for every guy in the room several times for the previous two hours. Also the other pledge. Just like a couple of servers. No, a server gets a âthanksâ every now and then. None of them had even acknowledged their presence. But it didnât really hurt that bad right now. He was drunk after all. He snuck out onto one of the terraces, hoping no one would call him back, especially his new âmasterâ, that annoyingly handsome prick, Ackerman. Unbelievable, of all the people. Who wouldâve thunk?
âHehehe! Totally, dude! Sheâll be sucking on your dick in less than two weeks, trust me!â
Freddy heard a familiar deep voice on his right and stopped in his tracks before someone could see him.
âHaha! Well, youâre the authority on the subject, even though Justin is getting daaaangerously close to your numbers, bro!â
There were two boys standing next to each other in a stance that was unmistakably the one a guy assumes at the urinals.
âShut up, man! Iâll admit heâs good but Iâm pretty sure heâs still a few dozen cunts behind me!â
âIf you say so, prez!â They both laughed.
Ok, so, Freddy was now pretty sure that one of them was Cameron and the other⌠maybe that Noah guy, the VP? But there was something weird about that whole scene. Were they pissing on the floor of the terrace? No. What the hell was going on? Freddy squeezed his eyes. It was a little dark outside. Impossible. Yeah, he was drunk, and that was definitely the reason why it looked like there were two people kneeling in front of the two frat brothers. He could make out their legs and torso from the space between the frat brothersâ spread legs.
âHey, can you believe they always fall for it!â Noah sniggered.
âHaha! I know, right?! Every single time!â Cameron replied âDid you see that pink-haired faggot? âIâm in, Sir!â Hahaha!â he mimicked in a girlish voice.
âHaha! Yeah, that was pretty fucking pathetic! Heâs the M.O.K. loser, right?â Noah asked.
âYep, in the flesh!â
âPoor son of a bitch!â he cackled.
What the hell were they talking about?
âHow they can believe weâre actually gonna make them brothers, Iâll never understand!â Cameron said, starting to shake his dick like you do after youâre done pissing.
âWell, theyâll still be part of the frat! Look at these two!â joshed the other, copying him.
âYeah, part of the toilet facilities, you mean! Hehe!â
âThank you for letting me drink your precious piss, Master! Itâs an honor I donât deserve!â
Two voices came out almost in unison. Feeble voices. Beaten. Completely submissive.
âYeah, no shit you donât!â Cameron snorted and then clearly spit in one of the kneeling boysâ faces.
âHey, what about that party next week? The one at Rinaldiâs? Do you wanna go?â
âI dunno, bro! Sounds kinda lame, besidesâŚâ
Freddy didnât hear the rest of the conversation. The two boys had turned around right after zipping up and had walked back into the party, leaving the two guys kneeling on the floor. Freddy was confused. No. He simply couldnât believe his eyes. Wait. One of them was⌠Andy? The tour guide? No way. That was too much to process. His head was spinning even worse than before. He needed to lie down.
The longer Scott hung out with these dudes the more he felt at home. Sure they were fellow jocks and they obviously had loads in common with him but it was the way they saw the world that was doing it for him. Simple divisions that were common sense, really, for guys like them. Divisions that uncomplicated the world a hell of a lot, the most important of which was the undeniable fact that there were winners and losers. It was simple, really. Sure it wasnât politically correct and shit, but it was so fucking true. Now, as cocky as it may sound and although he didnât have much life experience to go by, the young man knew he was part of the former. Him and most of the guys he was chatting with. His brothers. There was no doubt about it. There was Cliff, the super tall basketball player, junior, who was apparently the treasurer of the frat. He was friendly and everything but Scott suspected he wasnât someone youâd wanna mess with. Zach, the guitar dude. He was a year older than Scott, he played in a band or something and he was supposed to be pretty awesome. Now that was one funny guy. He said the weirdest things, kinda like he was a little high on something. And he was best buds with Justin, another junior, who, from what Scott had gathered, was quite the fuckboy, keeping score of the dozens of chicks he had banged. Then of course there were the other two newcomers, Kit and Alec. Mischievous was probably the word that best described them and although they had just met each other, it kinda looked like theyâd already become super tight.
âAnd then one day she tells me sheâs pregnantâŚâ Alec was saying âAnd Iâm like âFuck! Get rid of it!â, but she says sheâs against it and that she loves babies and shit so I simply dumped her!â he shrugged, drinking from his cup.
âAnd she let you walk away, just like that?â Zach asked amused.
âWell, not much she could do about it, dude! I was fifteen and she was my teacher! She couldnât tell a soul!â Alec replied, smirking impishly âGot a bunch of As in Math that year, though!â Everyone laughed.
âSo what? She kept it?â Asked Scott.
âYep, but when she realized I wasnât gonna fuck her anymore she moved like a million miles away. No idea where she is now.â the blond boy shrugged, highly unconcerned.
âYou did the right thing, bro!â said Kit.
âNo shit, man! She was the adult and she should have been more careful, period!â agreed Cliff.
âYeah, she was clearly taking advantage of you!â continued Justin, though his tone was a little on the sarcastic side.
âOh, totally! I felt soooo abused!â snickered Alec, obviously joking. More laughter as he flipped through his phone âCheck this out!â He showed them a pic of a hot thirty-something with cum plastered all over her whore-face. Now they were seriously cackling âYou guys have no idea how slutty she was, hehe! Iâm serious, sheâd do pretty much anything I wanted her to, and I mean ANYTHING!â
Whistles and laughs of admiration, even pats on the freshmanâs shoulder..
âWell, good for you, man!â Zach wrapped his arm around Alecâs neck, in a brotherly gesture âChicks can be such a drag when it comes to sex!â
âYeah, tell me about it!â snorted Kit âSo, Iâm dating this girl sophomore year, right? Sheâs hot and weâve been going out for like over a month but sheâs only giving me handjobs and Iâm, like, tired of that shit. I wanna fuck her, you know!?â he says a little annoyed and frustrated which Scott could definitely relate to âSo one night my ârents are out, I invite her over and she says yes! Now, what does that tell you?â he asked rhetorically.
âThat sheâs ready to put out!â quipped Cliff.
âThank you!â exclaimed Kit like someone was finally getting it âThatâs what I thought too but when I start feeling her up sheâs like âNo, Iâm not ready!â. Fuck, that pissed me off!â
âSo what did you do?â asked Scott.
âFucked her anyways and she totally loved it! She even started to moan like a little bitch in heat after a couple of minutes!â Kit told them and was clearly pleased to see the mirth on everyoneâs face. âBut then, like, a couple of weeks later, completely out of the blue, she accused me of raping her and said she wanted to go to the police.â he rolled his eyes like it was completely ridiculous âIt was bullshit. She was just jealous cause I had already moved on to a new chick!â
âFuck, they always do that, donât they?! Get jealous I mean!â Scott vented.
âTotally!â agreed Zach.
âYeah, and itâs fucked up!â continued Kit.
âBut how did you convince her not to go through with it?â Justin asked, genuinely interested.
âDidnât have to.â Kit replied âMy dad had a talk with her family and made it all go away.â He sounded like a spoiled brat, and he probably was.
âDaddyâs boy through and through, huh?! Just like your big bro!â Justin commented but there was no malice in his words.
âOh, Iâm a saint compared to Cam!â The freshman chortled âOne time heâŚâ but he never finished his story. He got distracted when a tall, buff dude with dark hair that Scott hadnât been introduced to, walked towards them dragging Pink Hair by the arm.
âAckerman, right?â he said to Scott curtly.
âYes!â the boy replied.
âIs this your slave?â he yanked the little faggot who was struggling uselessly to get free.
âLet me go, you ape!â he squeaked in that annoying girlish voice.
The dark-haired guy threw the fag down unceremoniously on the floor, right in front of Scott. The boys snickered.
âYep, heâs mine alright!â replied Scott.
âI caught him trying to sneak upstairs without permission. He said he wanted to go to bed.â The tall guy accused and the other brothers shook their heads, snorting in complete disapprovement.
âUuuhh, that ainât cool!â taunted Zach.
âYeah, you think?!â snorted the tall guy with heavy sarcasm âWe donât let this kinda shit fly around here. You need to punish him, man!â he wasnât giving Scott an order, it was more like a tutoring session.
âCool!â snickered Kit.
âBlakeâs right, bro! You need to show him whoâs boss!â Cliff encouraged him.
Scott laughed a bit and shrugged.
âAlright, sure! Got any ideas?â
Freddy was livid. That giant brute had dragged him around like he was made of butter. How strong was he? And now he, the proud Freddy Toph was on his knees, surrounded by cocky frat boys that were smirking down at him like he was some kinda joke. And Ackerman was supposed to punish him to boot. What the fuck?
âWell, since heâs down there, letâs start with the basics!â suggested a stupidly handsome third year who was standing next to Scott. Freddy believed his name was Justin and he watched him lean in and whisper something in Scottâs ear. Of course Ackerman started cackling like a monkey.
âHaha! That is so fucking nasty, bro!â he cringed âHeâs never gonna do it!â
The super handsome guy snorted.
âHe better! If he doesnât heâs out, pronto!â
Freddyâs heart sank.
âAlright! Hey, pledge!â Scott taunted, smirking visibly âGet on all fours!â
Freddy glared at him for a very long couple of seconds. But then he obeyed.
âNice, hehe!â cackled Alec.
âNow, crawl over here, bow your head down and apologize to me for what youâve done!â He sounded so commanding.
Freddyâs breathing was getting heavier. âMind over matter⌠mind over matterâŚâ He complied and got closer to the soccer player who was towering over him. He lowered his head and was about to talk butâŚ
âLower! Put your face on the ground, bitch! Câmon! Do it right!â Someone up there yelled. Again, Freddy obeyed which made everyone laugh again.
âIâm sorry for what I didâŚâ Freddy started.
âWhat did you do, bitch?â Scott switched to this new nickname which was probably gaining him points in that little posse.
âI didnât ask you permission to go to bedâŚâ he said.
âThatâs right, you didnât!â Scott agreed, âAnd why is that bad?â
âFuck youuuuuuu!!!â was what Freddy wanted to shout but didnât.
âBecause youâre my master and I have to do what you say.â he recited in a flat tone.
The apes laughed.
âPretty good answer, bitch!â sneered Scott âNow, go ahead and ask permission!â
âMay I please go to bed, Sir?â
âSure, just kiss my shoes first.â Scott ordered.
âHahaha! Thatâs fucking awesome!â cackled Kit.
Freddy looked up and glared at the stupid meathead again.
âCâmon, dude, youâll be doing it like a million times a day from now on. Better get started!â The bleached blond tattooed guy who played in a band said. Freddyâs mouth was dry and his mind wasnât really that focused.
âD⌠do I have to?â he slurred a little while he said that, looking up at the handsome prick. He was smirking so widely.
âYou bet, bitch!â he replied âCâmon! Get smooching!â They all laughed and Freddy wanted to go to bed so badly. He simply didnât care anymore.
He pressed his lips and kissed one of the boyâs Vans and then the other.
âYeah, thatâs what Iâm talking about! Haha!â smirked Kit.
âYou learn quick, bitch!â hollered one of the older boys.
It was over in a second and it hadnât even been that bad.
âCan I go now?â Freddy asked a little petulantly. Looking up again.
Scott simply couldnât stop laughing. That little faggot was begging on his knees. That was just priceless.
âSure! But I think you should thank me for letting you kiss my shoes. What do you guys say?â he found himself saying. He had always been good at being part of a group. They all liked the idea. All except for Pink Hair but he didnât really matter.
âThank you for letting me kiss your shoes, Sir!â he kept using the same flat tone that was a little annoying âCan I go now?â he added.
âWhatever, get outta here!â Scott said.
âYou guys are rooming together.â explained Justin, then he turned to someone in the corner âYo, Tom!â he shouted. An olive skinned guy with a shaved head walked towards them instantly.
âYes, S⌠JustinâŚâ He cleared his voice embarrassed âWhatâs up?!â he added awkwardly.
âShow our new pledge his room and teach him the ropes!â Justin instructed.
âY⌠yes⌠JustinâŚâ
This guy didnât really look like he belonged there but Scott didnât pay too much notice, he was still smirking at the faggot.
âCâmon, letâs go!â he mumbled and left with Pink Hair.
âWow! Is he your slave or something?â Joked Alec and we all laughed.
âWell, you see, Tom went through the taming himself last year but I gotta say itâs kinda hard to stop bossing him around even if heâs part of the frat now, hehe!â explained Justin.
âYeah, Iâll bet!â joked Scott âOnce a bitch, always a bitch, right?â
âHaha! Yeah, man! Couldnât have said it better myself!â replied Justin and Scott had the distinct impression that he and Cliff exchanged an amused look.
The party went on for a couple more hours before Scott felt it was time to call it a night. He was tired but he honestly couldnât remember the last time he had had that much fun. He passed a hand through his hair. He was sweaty and felt pretty gross. He still had to get used to that kind of humidity, besides those guys could party hard. He had met quite a few of them and his throat was actually slightly sore from laughing. He didnât know much about them but there was time. He was gonna live with them. Unbelievable how things change in a second. He didnât even have his stuff with him but they had insisted he sleep in his new room. It was tradition. Someone had even lent him a phone charger. Now the same guy who had taken Pink Hair to their room was guiding him. Justin had pretty much ordered him to do so. What a fucking a pushover.
âThe whole house is completely automated: lights, AC, heating, all you have to do is to say the right commandâŚâ the pushover said.
âThatâs pretty sweet!â Scott commented, impressed. He was definitely not used to that kind of luxury. His dad was a truck driver and his mom worked at a diner so although they werenât starving by any means, superficial things were not a thing in the Ackerman household.
âHere we are, SiâŚ. uhm⌠ScottâŚâ the pushover looked embarrassed. He couldnât even look him in the eye.
âHey, if you wanna call me âSirâ that badly, go ahead and do it, I donât mind!â Scott joked. The other smiled briefly but he looked nervous.
âUhm⌠Iâm gonna go nowâŚâ he whispered then âGoodnight, ScottâŚâ and left.
The freshman snorted a little and mumbled âWeirdo.â
âLights on.â
Freddyâs pupils shrank so fast he had to shut his eyes for a second.
âWhat the fuck! What are you doing down there?â the handsome prick asked, widely amused.
Freddy squinted his eyes and sat up.
âApparently I donât deserve a bed just yet. Frat rulesâŚâ he replied tartly and watched Ackermanâs smirk get wider.
âOh, thatâs too bad cause mine looks pretty damn comfy, hehe!â he pointed at the only king size in the room.
God it was so frustrating.
âYeah, well, youâll see, Iâll earn my bed!â Freddy told him as Scott was kicking off his shoes âIn no time!â he added.
âWell, Iâll be the judge of that, remember? Slave, hehe!â the prick cackled, taking off his shirt.
Freddy really wanted to flip him off or something but didnât really think it was the smartest thing to do. Besides the guyâs chiseled, smooth chest made his mouth water almost instantly.
âFirst rule: you can look but you canât touch!â Scott dabbed his pecs with the balled up shirt and then threw it at him, snickering.
Freddy snorted âAs if I would ever wanna touch you. Donât flatter yourself!â
Scott snorted even louder.
âPlease, youâre drooling right now, I can totally tell!â He unzipped his pants and took them off. He was only wearing his boxers now. Freddy couldnât stop gawking at his body. He was gorgeous. His straight chestnut hair wasnât short, parted in the middle and tucked behind both his ears. He had chiseled features, full lips and the most beautiful piercing green eyes. Why was Freddy noticing all that? He was mad at him, he shouldnât have fancied him. It took him a little too long to recover and Scott snickered again and went: âYeah, thatâs what I thought, gay boy!â
He made sure to scratch his considerable crotch blatantly. Freddy lay down again and turned on his side as he heard his âroommateâ laugh softly.
âCâmon, Iâm just teasing you a little! Whatâs with the sour puss!â said Scott amused.
âEasy for you to say!â shot back Freddy âThey made you a brother the second you walked in here!â
âHey, what can I say, they have good taste!â he boasted cockily.
âAnd Iâm supposed to be ok with being your⌠yourâŚâ Freddy struggled with the word.
âSlave?â Scott provided.
âHow can you even throw that word around so freely? Especially after what our country has been through, I mean, thatâs gotta beâŚâ
âChill doctor King, itâs just a little frat hazing!â Scott cut him off, exasperated, âI just happen to be on the fun part of it, thatâs all! Besides, what the hell are you complaining about? You wanted to join the frat, remember? I mean, donât get me wrong, sucks to be you right now, big fucking time but you can quit if you donât wanna put up with this shit. I know I would!â
Freddy didnât reply to that. It stung because he knew Scott was right. He sulked, staring at the white baseboard right in front of his face. He had been told he was to sleep on the hardwood floor, right between the bed and the wall which was a pretty narrow space. Not to mention uncomfortable and humiliating. He didnât care. He just wanted that day to end. Thatâs not how it was supposed to go. How was he gonna explain that to his father? The man wasnât gonna be pleased.
Freddy heard splashing noises from the bathroom as he tried to contain the pang of anxiety he felt in his stomach. Then a stream of foaming piss hitting the toilet water and a couple of farts. He was clearly sharing a room with âprince charmingâ, no surprise there. Ackerman was, after all, an insufferable meathead. He had always been. Stupid popular jock. Every girl had been fawning over him since seventh grade. Disgusting. Yeah, that was what his brain was telling him and it was all well and good but as much as he didnât wanna admit it, and he was never gonna, Freddy was hard right now. Just the fact that Scott was pissing, dick in his hand, not ten feet from him⌠well, that was enough to feel an uncomfortable pressure in his crotch. And immediately his mind went to what he had witnessed on the balcony only hours before. Had he actually seen guys drinking frat boysâ piss? What was that about? Maybe the two guys on their knees were into some weird fetish or something. Or maybe they had lost a bet. Still it was weird and it made Freddy uncomfortable.
The soft clammy squeaking of bare feet on the hardwood floor dominated the silent room. It stopped in the vicinity of Freddy.
âSorry slave, need to use that socket.â Scott said amused as he walked in the extremely narrow space between the wall and Freddyâs body. His feet stopped literally two inches from the gay boyâs face. He didnât move or talk. He wanted to keep sulking but he couldnât help notice what was basically touching his face. They must have been a 10.5 or an 11. Veiny, with long fingers. What the hell was wrong with him?
âA little hazing, you say!â Freddy grunted âSugar coating much? Itâs bona fide abuse, thatâs what it is!â
âYou know, maybe if you got off your high horse and stopped being such a snob you might actually have fun in life.â Scott suggested from up there. He leaned forward to reach the socket, lifting his heel a bit and Freddy saw very up close the veins shift on the side of his right foot. It was nice to watch. The straight boy connected his phone to the charger.
âWhat do youâŚâ Freddy started but got cut off.
âIâm just saying, you really shouldnât look down on everybody the way you do cause YOU are far from perfect, you know?â Scott continued to make small talk while flipping through his phone. Freddy didnât reply. He was a little distracted. Why were those feet so captivating? If he was being honest they were pretty sexy as feet go. Slim, supple and slightly arched. They also smelled quite strongly but for some reason Freddy didnât recoil. It was probably the sheer exhaustion of such a weird and disappointing day.
âI know Iâm not perâŚâ
âGood, then weâre definitely making progress, here! I mean, need I remind you, you litterally went down on all fours and kissed my fucking shoes in front of everybody just cause you wanna get into this frat. That doesnât really scream âperfectâ, bro, itâs just plain nasty, thatâs what it is!â
âYou think I liked it?â Freddy said tartly, still not moving.
âHow should I know? You gays are weird!â Scott replied, clearly amused âAll I know is that I would NEVER be caught dead doing that kinda shit!â he stated. That smell was so masculine. Freddy almost felt mind-raped by it.
âI⌠I donât wanna quit⌠itâs⌠itâs importantâŚâ he confessed.
âFor sureâŚâ conceded Scott, distractedly âI dunno, though. I mean, Iâve been feeling your breath on my feet for the past five minutes and I know they gotta be stinky as shit after running around all day in those old Vans, but you havenât even budged.â Freddy felt a small pang in his stomach. He looked up at that semi-naked hunky jock, smirking down at him. He was so close, he could feel the warmth of his body. âMaybe you DO like this shit! Hehe!â Scott snickered then lifted his foot and lightly patted Freddyâs cheek. The sole of his foot was moist. âWanna kiss the real thing this time?â
âStop it!â Freddy pushed it back with one hand sounding irked, while the other was hiding his unmistakable erection.
âHehe! Relax, man! Iâm just kidding!â Scott said and simply walked away snickering.
Freddy was now extremely annoyed. With himself.
ââŚthe kitchen has been thoroughly cleaned and so have most of the gardens, Masters. Number 6 and Number 8 are cleaning up the bathrooms on the first floor andâŚâ
Zach Taylor blew out a couple of smoke rings. He and his buddy Justin were listening to the bitchâs report. Out of all the slaves in the frat house, this one was the one he pitied the most. He was such a dumb fuck. Always getting in trouble cause he thought he could get away with stuff. As if any of them could resist the Slave Training. No, thatâs not another way of calling the Taming. Slave Training or ST for short was what happened after the famous 68 days were over and the ceremony had taken place. Well, to be fair, some of the ST instruments were also used in the Taming but still. Anyways, this very peculiar, not to mention super effective method had been perfected over the previous fifty years or so by generations of brothers and sooner or later the bitches who received it, well, they all cracked eventually, no matter how strong they were. Not that any of them were. They were a bunch of sissies to begin with so submission was pretty much a given, really. Zach snickered softly. He would have probably felt sorry for them if he gave a shit. Too bad he didnât, it was too much of a drag. Chilling and indulging in the perks of being a straight alpha was way easier and it felt good meaning it was a no brainer. It was almost three in the morning and the boy was fully enjoying the buzz. This new dealer had some pretty good shit. He felt so fucking relaxed. His bare feet were finally cooling off, crossed at the ankles and resting on his own slaveâs back while the little faggot was slobbering on the rubber soles of his red Nikeâs. That was pretty impressive: footstool AND shoeshine at the same time. Talk about multitasking. The sophomore took another puff from his joint and scratched one of his pecs.
ââŚso sorry that we are taking this long to finish but we had to wait till the three new masters went to bed before startingâŚâ the report slave yapped on. He was on his knees, as per usual, almost naked, except for the cock cage and the pig tail butt plug they all had to wear. The number five was tattooed in the middle of his chest over the Greek letters that identified their frat. He was branded. They all were. The slaves obviously, not the brothers. Which was only practical, really. Zach thought they all pretty much looked the same once they shaved their heads, so the numbers helped a lot. The only one he actually recognized was Olly, the guy he had met as a fellow pledge about twelve months before and was now happily licking, as previously mentioned, the muck off the bottom of his shoes. Happily being the operative word. He absolutely loved being treated like that. It was pretty clear by the sheer amount of blind love he put in every single lick. Now, saying he was his own slave wasnât entirely correct. Zach didnât own a slave, yet. He was only a sophomore after all, but he had been the one to break him. It hadnât been that hard to be honest. The faggot had barely needed any training at all, which was absolutely fine with the boy who, for obvious reasons, kinda felt like he had dibs on him. And the bitch couldnât be more thrilled about it. He kept looking sideways, excitedly, to see if his master was looking at the great job he was doing, clearly in hope of being praised by him. That was pretty funny. That app was totally awesome, no question about it. Or scary, depending on which side you were looking at it but Zach honestly didnât really care one way or the other. He was comfy. And that was all that mattered to him.
âTaste good, bitch?â the straight kid snickered softly while report slave was still talking.
âYes, Sir!â fag Olly whimpered all excitedly âThank you!! Thank you so much for letting me do this for you, Sir!! It feels so good!!â
âSure, no problem, hehe!â
That whole exchange had happened without interrupting report slave. Not because what he was saying was important but because it was supposed to be an intimate moment between a worthless faggot slave and his godly straight master. Two sides of life. No gray areas allowed cause thatâs how the world works. It was one of the main teachings of the frat and it was the first one slaves were made to learn. In any way necessary.
ââŚwhereas the inside pool and the sauna will be cleaned right after lunch and will be spotless by the time you come back from class tomorrow, Master Justin, ready for inspection.â
âWow, you said all that without even breathing! Not bad, bitch!â joked Justin and Zach laughed with him. âHey, what do you think about the newcomers?â Justin asked.
âSir, the new masters look godly, Sir, and it just feels completely natural to submit to them, Sir!â
Justin snorted.
âYeah, no surprise there! How bout the slaves?â
âOne will be easy to deal with, Sir⌠the other one, the one with the pink hair⌠well, he claims heâs a proud gay man andâŚâ but he got cut off.
âOh, thatâs just fucking great! Hehe!â Zach cackled.
âHaha! Yeah, Blakeâs gonna lose his shit! Did you see the way he threw the fag on the floor?â
âHaha! Totally, bro! I thought he was gonna start using that bitchâs head as a soccer ball, haha!â
They cackled for a few seconds. Then Justin asked him.
âWhat do you say? Did he earn his ration?â
âI guess.â Zach shrugged, smirking.
The slave bowed his head till his face touched the concrete floor of the basement.
âThank you so much, Masters! You are so kind to me!â
The two boys snickered. They had been in charge of handling the bitchâs punishment for his latest screw up, disrespecting the masters while talking to another slave.
âI see the ten days of SDC worked their magic, huh?â Justin jeered. Slave Discipline Correction. Each master could add his own twist to it and that was actually a lot of fun for Zach because the boy knew that if they actually got to that point, the slaves really deserved every bit of what was coming to them and some! I mean, the frat brothers werenât unreasonable. At least he wasnât. He gave rewards and punishments when need be. Not that he had to punish fag Olly that often. As previously said, the bitch was completely hooked on being a slave soâŚ
âAlright, piggy, go eat!â Justin ordered.
âYes, Sir!â the slave replied and crawled over to the corner where there were several dog food dispensers with two empty metal bowls on the ground each.
âCan you do it, bro? My phoneâs dead.â Justin yawned, stretching his arms up.
âSureâŚâ Zach lazily reached for his own, opened the app and followed the usual path. Slaves, 5, dispenser 2. He clicked on a red icon and magically some brownish dog food squirted out of the dispenser into one bowl and water in the other. The bitch started to wolf it down like he was starving which he probably was since, according to the app, he hadnât been fed since early that morning. Stuff like that happened, sometimes. After all, frat brothers werenât probably the most reliable bunch when it came to keeping pets. But it was all good.
Number five was feeling grateful. He had been eating dog food daily for a good portion of the previous year and the truth was that it was probably the nicest thing the slaves were given to eat in that frat. Not that he was complaining. Not at all. He was never gonna do that again, EVER! Not even in his mind.
âHey, did I see you making out with two chicks at the same time last night? I was so high I canât tell!â
âHaha! You bet, bro! Exchange students from Spain!â
âDâyou fuck them?â
âTsk! Dude, you need to ask?â
âHehe! Just checking. Stats?â
Something had changed in him since he had been reported by number 3. The two straight alpha gods chilling on the couch, drinking, vaping, and cackling had found an extremely innovative way of correcting him. He had been punished before by other masters, of course, but he kinda felt like he had learned more in the past ten days than in the whole year. It was more than that. He actually found himself partial to it. Not because he enjoyed it. It was pure torture but because he felt like he was learning so much about his place in life which was something he had been struggling with.
âWell, the blond one Iâd say overall a 7, pussy 8, ass 6, mouth 6 minus⌠but she was pretty so⌠The other one, overall 8, pussy 7, ass⌠mmm, letâs go with 7, but her mouth, dude, you have no idea! She sucked like a fucking hoover, bro! Thatâs gotta be a 9, even 9 and a half.
âNice, bro! Did you tell Cam?â
âWhat do you think? I texted him a pic of both of them licking my balls!â
âHahaha! Thatâs pretty dope!â
âI know, right?â
Number five had finished licking the bottom of the food bowl clean and started to drink avidly. The water was fresh but lately the bitter taste of the drug they used on them was a little stronger than usual.
âThink you ever gonna smash his record?â
âHard to say, heâs a year older than I am.â
âKnow what you should do? You should try and have threesomes every night! That way youâd save time!â
âHaha! Yeah, easier said than done, bro!â
Their voices were almost hypnotic. Number 5 would have listened to their guy talk for hours. It was prodigious, really, because it kept giving him compelling reasons why these two specimens were so obviously worthy of being worshiped. How could he have ever doubted that. He was so stupid. Something irresistible came over him as he felt blood rushing through his veins. He stopped lapping up the water from the bowl and crawled back in front of the two gods that were still cackling. Number 12 looked at him curiously, still hungrily licking Master Zachâs shoes. He prostrated himself at their feet, as humbly as he could and waited in anticipation. Twenty minutes passed by, twenty minutes full of sex and sports and all the things young men talk about, twenty minutes before either of them acknowledged his presence.
âIs there something you want, bitch?â Master Justin asked, still snickering at Master Zachâs joke.
âMay I have permission to speak, Sir?â he asked in trepidation.
âWhatâs up?â replied Master Zach, amused.
âMasters, please, let me express my gratitude for the Slave Discipline Correction you have administered on meâŚâ
âHehe! Sure! It was pretty funny, hehe!â said Master Zach.
âIt helped me understand how worthless and inferior I am, Masters!â
âWell, thatâs what we were going for, bitch, so thatâs good!â Master Justin added.
âYes, but Sir! I⌠IâŚâ he swallowed hard. Was he actually going to say it? âI think I need to be punished moreâŚâ he sniveled.
âYouâve already been punished for ten days bitch, why do you want us to keep doing that to you? Did you like it that much? Hehe!â Master Justin inquired.
âNo, Sir! It was so painful, Sir!â number 5 replied sincerely âI⌠I donât know, Sir⌠I canât explain itâŚâ he whined âI think I need to keep learning to be able to serve you in the best possible wayâŚâ
âHow much TS did you put in his water?â asked Master Justin.
âDunno! The usual. I always click on the red square thingy!â said Master Zach.
âWhat?! Dude, dâyou wanna fry his brain? Thatâs like three times the regular amount!â Master Justin sounded a little too amused to be worried.
âIs it? Oops! Hehe!â Master Zach cackled.
âOh, man! We better not tell Cam about this!â Justin kept sounding entertained.
âWhatever! Itâs not like that shit is dangerous, right?â replied Master Zach.
âHow the fuck should I know?â Master Justin shrugged.
The way they were talking about the whole thing⌠He was nothing more than livestock to them⌠if that! And for some reason that felt so appropriate. No, it was more than that. It actually felt good and every fiber of his being was boiling at the thought. They were so handsome, the both of them. Master Zach with black earlobe expanders, a nose ring, messy bleached hair, tattoos everywhere and an impish smile that spoke volumes. Master Justin on the other hand was simply a modern reincarnation of the god Apollo. He had to be. Perfect features, light blue eyes and light brown hair. And his smile. Dear God. He couldâve easily been the next Hollywood heartthrob and Number 5 simply couldnât contain himself anymore.
âPlease, Masters! Iâm begging you to keep punishing meâŚâ his blood was on fire.
They both looked at him highly entertained.
âOh well, guess thereâs not much brain left to fry, is there?!â said Master Zach and shared a snicker with the other.
âAlright, fine, bitch!â conceded Master Justin âLetâs see, how much longer do you think you should be punished?â
Number five, was literally choking, trying so hard not to say what was in his mind. But he lost the battle miserably.
âT⌠two⌠more weeks⌠S⌠Sir!?â he whimpered, somewhere between excited and desperately terrified.
âHaha! What?â Master Zach cackled âYou sure you can take it, piggy?â
Number 5, crawled forward and started to kiss the bare feet of that bleached blond god in front of him, sprawled on the expensive leather armchair, smirking cockily.
âMmmm⌠please, Sir!! I⌠I need to⌠mmmm⌠I want to⌠mmmmâŚâ the smell of Master Zachâs feet was pungent, which is why he simply couldnât stop kissing them.
âYouâre so gonna regret this when the drug wears off, bitch!â commented Master Justin and Master Zach joined in the laughter âAlright, you got it! Two more weeks coming right up!â
âMight as well start now. You still owe me from last week!â said Master Zach looking at his buddy.
âWhat are you talking about? I kicked your ass fair and square!â
âYeah, right! We said no special moves and you totally cheated when IâŚâ
âExcuse me? I didnât do any of thatâŚâ
They kept arguing back and forth for maybe a little over a minute and number 5 started licking the straight boyâs feet impatiently. They tasted revolting but, again, doing it felt so gratifying.
âFine! Weâre settling this now! Best outta ten matches!â stated Master Justin.
âYou got it! Iâm so gonna pummel you!â replied Master Zach.
âYeah, in your dreams!â then Master Justin turned to the slave âSet it up, bitch!â
Number 5 acted instantly. He turned on the 65-inch flat screen that was in front of the boys, then the PS5 and handed them one controller each. Number 12 in the meantime hadnât stopped washing Master Zachâs soles for a second. Number 5 found the fighting game they had been talking about and slid the disk into the console. The speakers blasted some solemn music.
âOh, right!â Master Zach grabbed his phone again and fiddled with it for a moment. A mild electric shock spread from his cockcage and the slave moaned loudly âPiggyâs connected.â Master Zach said distractedly.
âHey, câmere!â Master Justin ordered as he kicked off his sneakers âTake my socks off, you can chew on them while we play.â
âOh, Master! Thank you!!â number 5 threw his face on the floor and removed the straight boyâs ankle socks with his teeth. They were warm and damp and didnât either look or smell even remotely clean. He stuffed them inside his mouth gratefully. Not surprisingly they didnât taste good but the slaveâs mouth started watering instantly as he kept feeling his own caged dicklet getting bigger and bigger which hurt. He reached for a large roll of black body shop tape and sealed his mouth. He then took a pair of headphones and put them on. Suddenly external noises disappeared. He could see the two boys talking to each other but their voices were so far away and muffled that he couldnât make out the words. It didnât matter. Cause a young male voice had started to ring in his ears.
âWhatâs up, faggot! Master Tate here! Itâs June, 3rd, 1998 and today I wanna talk to you about what it really means to be a slave.â Number 5 didnât know Master Tate personally. He just knew he was an alpha brother who had been part of the program and had recorded his take on the experience. There were hundreds of recordings like that one, some dating back to the early seventies. Number 5 wasnât sure he had heard this one yet and was actually prettyâŚ
âMmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!â his line of thought was interrupted as a searing pain starting from his balls shot through his entire body. They had begun to play.
âNow, let me start by saying Iâve hated faggots all my life. Even when I was a kid in grade school, before I even knew exactly what a queer was, I could tell who they were. They were the sissies. the ones who sucked at sports and any other normal âguyâ stuff. Most of them were quiet and whiney, and they usually had that nasally-sounding kinda voice.â
A second electric shock and then a third one caused the slave to twitch and flex every muscle of his body. He saw Master Zach get up and the pain stopped for a moment. He was breathing heavily.
âIt used to crack me up when I heard adults say that bullies were cowards and that they picked on smaller kids mainly because they were jealous.â
His hands were being handcuffed behind his back.
âShit! I used to bully fags all the time and it sure as hell wasnât cuz I was jealous of âem. I hated their guts, and I loved to torment them cuz they deserved it. Plus it was fun. Well, maybe not exactly âfunâ but certainly entertaining.â
The second Master Zach jumped back on his armchair and took the controller back in his hand the slaveâs balls started being electrocuted again. Number 5 writhed, crawling on the floor of that basement, screaming pointlessly in his spit-soaked sock-gag. The shocks werenât all of the same intensity. Just like the vibrations in the mastersâ controllers, they followed the game. The hardest one character would punch or kick the opponent, the higher the voltage.
âThe first time I ever took money from a fag was when I was fourteen. There was this fat kid named Billy who was in my gym class. He had pimples all over his face, and all us jocks used to torment him, calling him âzit boyâ. We flushed his head in the toilet one day just for kicks and there wasnât a damn thing that fatboy could do about it. I was gonna do the same thing the next day just for the hell of it, but he started crying and begging me not to. He offered me twenty bucks. I took the money and flushed him anyway. I told him Iâd expect twenty every week from him thereafter just cause I was superior. If he didnât come up with the cash, his fate would be far worse than a swirly. It was easy money.â
Ten, twelve, thirteen shocks. Number 5 was gonna lose count momentarily. He always did. The pain was too strong. His eyes were tearing up like crazy and he was sweating like a proverbial whore in church. But his rock hard dicklet wanted to come out of that cage so badly it was about to explode. He slowly crawled towards Master Justinâs bare feet which were resting on the floor.
âEventually I began to refer to Billyâs weekly payments to me as âfag taxâ. It was a concept that I was surprised had never been thought of previously. Its purpose actually was multifaceted. Billy was a good-for-nothing, useless faggot. His existence was meaningless before he started paying me.â
He began to rub his face obsessively on the straight boyâs feet, like they were his saving grace. More shocks hit him. His balls hurt so bad.
âBut now that he had begun to serve me, he suddenly had a reason for living. It also made life easier for me. It was a steady income that I could take for granted. And probably most importantly, it was a constant reminder to both of us who was Superior and who was the pussy.â
The more he smelled Master Justinâs feet, the better he felt. The pain was excruciating but he deserved it. Every bit of it. Master Justin lifted his foot and the slave flipped on his back looking forward to what was coming. The straight boyâs sole covered his whole face, pressing heavily on his face. He was an object. He belonged to the brothers. He was born to serve them. It was his only purpose in life. It couldnât possibly get ANY better than that. Not for him. And as Master Tateâs cocky voice kept educating him, Number 5 kept silently screaming his lungs out, rolling his eyes to the back of his head in pure agony and could finally appreciate how immensely fortunate he was.
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