Fag Pledge
This first chapter sets the scene for what I hope will be a multi-chapter story detailing the year our hero spent as Fag Pledge to a frat. If you like this idea and would like to read more then please get in touch.
I
This is the story of how I became Fag Pledge for one of the most well-connected frats in America. It all started on my first day of college when, bright eyed, full of hope, and eager to learn, I arrived at B--- University, but it only gets interesting a few days later when I'm sitting in a bedroom of the frat house with the frat president sitting in an armchair by the bed and two other brothers lounging on a sofa. The bedroom belonged to the president and I was sitting on quite a hard, low, wooden chair.
They had just explained that they'd spotted me the moment I came onto campus and knew that I'd be the perfect Fag Pledge for the 2023-4 academic year. At first I hadn't understood, thinking this was all part of some standard hazing ritual: scare the fresh and laugh about it later. I was now starting to realise that this wasn't a standard hazing ritual at all.
The president, Zach Wilson, reiterated what he'd already explained, clearly sensing that I wasn't getting it: Every year this frat chooses a pledge to be the Fag Pledge. The Fag Pledge is basically a sex toy for all the brothers. Any brother can do anything they want to you for the year, barring any permanent marking, or injuries that require medical care'. He waved his hand as he said this last part, as though it were of little importance. We have chosen you to be the Fag Pledge this year. We scout all the freshmen before they even arrive -- don't ask how, I won't tell you -- and draw up a shortlist of those the brothers think would be best. You're top of the list this year, number one, congrats! If you say no, which you'd be stupid to do by the way, then we'll ask the second guy on our list and so on until one of you says yes. We rarely have to go beyond our second choice. As I said, you will be a no limits sex slave for the brothers of this frat if you say yes, and there are some fucked up guys in this frat so fair warning'. He looked at the other two guys and winked. They both grinned back. You will be naked at all times when in the frat house. You will only leave the house for your classes and for 2 hours a day library time. We want you to do well academically after all. At this point you're probably wondering why you'd ever agree to this. The answer is simple. You have an awful -- and I mean truly dreadful - year and in return the rest of your life is a breeze. Brothers from this frat go on to be leaders of countries, leaders of industry, our most successful creatives. Any field you can think of, and our brothers are there. They can unlock any door for you and make sure you're welcomed on the other side. The brothers in this chapter of the frat will also club together to pay off all four years of your college tuition. So you'll leave here after four years, one of which I accept will be terrible, debt free and with the keys to whichever kingdom you've set your sights on.' He leant forward towards me, seeming to hook onto my eyes with his own. And I know where you come from. Nowhere. Nothing. Without us, you'll be struggling under tuition debt for years and won't even know where the doors you need to open are. Give me one year. And I'll give you a life'.
He finished this little speech and looked at me, clearly waiting for a response.
My mouth was very dry. He had convinced me he was serious, and he was right. I was only here because I'd taken out huge loans; my parents back home were working every hour God sent to keep me here. I had no connections, no support to call on to open doors. I swallowed and tried to generate some saliva. `It's an interesting proposal. Obviously, a big commitment and it's a lot to take in. Can I think about it? What happens if I say no?'
The president smiled. `If you're thinking about it then you're going to say yes. But sure, take as long as you like, just so long as you give me your answer before you leave the house. Have a chat with Sam and Ben. Sam was our 2021/2 Fag Pledge and Ben was Fag Pledge in 2022/3. Now they're full brothers with no shame or remorse about how they spent a year'. While he was speaking, he'd stood up and walked to me so that his crotch was right next to my face. He ruffled my hair, laughed, and left the room. As he'd been standing there, my dick had twitched and started to grow. Part of me definitely wanted to take up the offer, but another part of me was terrified and knew it'd be the stupidest thing ever. A sex slave? For a year? And the president had been very honest about how sadistic some of the brothers would be.
Sam smiled at me and said `it's a lot to take in, I know. When Marcus, president in my freshman year, asked me, I told him to fuck off, called him a sick cunt, and told him I'd go to the police if he ever came near me again. He laughed at me, told me to settle down, and made sure I realised what I'd be throwing away. I became Fag Pledge an hour after telling him to fuck off. I won't lie to you, it was a bad year, but it was worth it. I came from Missouri, grew up on a farm. I've always had a brain so came to college, first in my family -- hell first in my village -- to do it. But if it weren't for this frat I'd be going straight back there afterwards to pick up where I left off. Now I've got a high-flying offer from one of New York's biggest law firms'.
Ben took up the conch before I could speak. `Similar with me. Grew up poor in Chicago. Got into this place by the skin of my teeth and somehow knew it wouldn't be enough. Being Fag Pledge means I'm set. And once your year's up, no one mentions it. Guys who were fucking you, and strapping you, guys who's morning piss you'd drunk for a year, and guys who took great joy in humiliating you, are suddenly your brothers. My advice is to accept it. We know you've got fuck all to fall back on. Doing this means a life of ease'. He shrugged as though it were an obvious choice.
`Are you guys both gay then? Are they all gay out there?' I asked. Of all the questions I had, it was the only one I could articulate clearly.
No', Sam answered. I'm straight, Ben's gay. Some of the brothers are gay or bi but most of them are straight. Fucking Fag Pledge doesn't make you gay and believe me I'll be fucking you regularly if you take it on'.
`What If I say no?' I asked.
`Then you walk out of here. No harm, no foul, but you'll never be a brother of this frat. You might well get into another one. They'll be able to open some doors, but not all of them and you'll still leave here crushed by debt,' Ben answered simply.
And we know your family will be crushed by debt too,' Sam chimed in. Right okay,' I said, `but I meant more, what if you start trying to fuck me and I say no?'
`Oh right. Well you'll say no all the time and you'll still get fucked. Each Fag Pledge has a Safe Word that all the brothers know. If the Fag Pledge ever says that word then every brother will stop what he's doing. But the Fag Pledge leaves the frat that same day, that same hour, and will never be welcome back. You'll also find that everything you try and do will be thwarted -- doors won't just remain locked; every door will slam in your face. You can say no as much as you like and you'll be ignored. But if you say your Safe Word then it's all over. So choose a word you'd never say by mistake and think very, very hard before you say it on purpose, because your life will basically be over'.
I gulped. `Did you ever think of saying it?'
`Once, when a brother told me I'd be taking his morning solids as well as his morning liquids. But the prize was too great and I'd do it all again,' Ben said, though more quietly than he had done to previous questions.
I talked to Sam and Ben for another hour, about the practicalities, about what the brothers would make me do -- answer: everything -- about how they felt about what they'd done, about how it was now, about everything I could think of. By the end I'd decided to do it. I told them both and they grinned.
Sam said, `You won't regret it, well not in a year's time!'
Ben said, `Great -- I can't wait to fuck you, and fuck you up'.
It was only then that I realised these two nice boys would be two of the brothers I'd be Fag Pledge for. I don't know why that hadn't clicked before, but there you go.
I just had one final question for them; `why me?'
Sam stood and pulled me up by the shoulders. `We've already explained why you in terms of money and social position, so let me tell you why you physically. He stroked my golden hair, which just touched the nape of my neck. He ran his hands down my cheek and brushed his fingers across my lips. His thumb and index finger pinched my nose. He wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed gently, just enough to make me cough. His hands ran down my arms, only my t-shirt's thin fabric separating us. He caressed my hands, and firmly rubbed my flat, firm stomach, pinching and twisting my nipples through my t-shirt. He wrapped his arms around my slender waist and gripped my ass cheeks. He groped my crotch, and finally ran his hands down my legs. During all of this he was describing my body, and as he was doing so I saw that he was also describing his own and Ben's.
`The brothers have a type of guy they like to be Fag Pledge. He has to be beautiful, with something almost feminine about him. He has to be slender and athletic. He has to be slightly shorter than average. In short, he has to look like we do, clearly male, but clearly not alpha males. Not necessarily betas either, but guys who pose no threat to their masculinity'.
We smiled at each other knowingly. `And one last question, will you guys take it easy on me? Like a sort of Fag Pledge frat within the frat?'
They both laughed and Ben shouted `fuck no! We're gonna go harder on you than anyone else. The thing about being Fag Pledge is that you spend a huge amount of your time fucking terrified of what the brothers are going to do to you, so you spend all your time inventing things. Half the time, they never happen but they're in your brain. Once you stop being Fag Pledge, you can't wait to dish out what you've been served, and you've got a load of extra shit they never thought to do to you. We are going to be your worst nightmares. I hated Sam all of last year and thought I'd hate him now, but once you stop being Fag Pledge it's like that whole year just disappears and the brothers go from sadistic, sex-obsessed, cruel monsters to being great friends'.
I clearly didn't believe them, but Sam confirmed what Ben had said. He continued: `If you're sure, and I mean double sure, then I'll go and get Zach. Think of your Safe Word because that's what he'll want to know. Then your first duty as Fag Pledge begins'!