FRATSLAVE: a love story
THREE. LEARNING MY PLACE
He stopped talking so we could enjoy our meals in silence. He ordered me to keep my eyes lowered. He told me that I'd be spanked again if I dared look at him without permission. "Your field of vision must be naturally reduced. You'll be slapped if I catch you looking around. Even here in this restaurant. Even if the waiter is here to see me hit you as if you're a naughty child."
I just focused on my food. I dared not look up. Much to my dismay I realized I was getting hard as he coached me in such a demeaning way.
"A faggot pledge will serve all 25 Members who live in the area. Each Member will use you for an entire evening. Each Member will decide where you are to sleep, either in his arms, or on the floor, or in a dog cage if he owns one, or even returned to the frat house and locked into a small prison cell in the sub-basement of the house until morning."
"Summer pledges are passed from one Member to another. It takes about two months. If you apply while school is in session you'll be able to do it at a slower pace. It would be much easier on you if you apply to pledge this year. Summer pledges get worked over almost every night of the summer. You'll have a bit more time between sessions with the Members should you apply to do this during the school year."
"If I decide I wish to apply, how do I do that, Sir?"
"All you have to do is ask for it; it's quite simple. Would you like to know more about the pledging process? We always tell all prospective candidates exactly what it will be like. You have to willingly offer yourself to be subjugated and disciplined in a way that ordinary men would never imagine anyone would willingly submit to."
"Please, Sir, I would like to know."
"Finish your dinner and listen to what I want you to know. Listen carefully and respond to every thing I tell you, one thing at a time."
I start eating again. I find I'm really hungry now, not only for the food but to find out what it will be like when and if I ask to pledge this fascinatingly kinky organization.
Once we've finished eating, the waiter comes by to take our plates. I look at him and notice that he's really hot. Suddenly, he slaps my face. Hard. "I fucking told you that you are not to look around, faggot!"
I quickly lower my eyes, ashamed that he slapped me in front of the waiter. Little did I know that would not be the only way I'd be humiliated in his presence. He clears the table without a word. I don't dare look to see how he reacted to what happened.
We sit there in silence. I make sure to keep my eyes lowered. My face is hurting from the slap, hurting almost as much as the thrashing I received in the frat dungeon earlier that day. My cock is leaking. I realize that it's turning me on to be sore. "Get used to it, dude," I say to myself.
The waiter comes back to ask if we want coffee and dessert. Brock gives the order. Coffees for both of us. An ice cream sundae for Brock; graham crackers and peanut butter for me. But first, there is something else I'm ordered to eat.
"Get down on your knees and give our nice waiter a good blow job. Suck him off as well as you sucked me off this morning."
Holy fucking shit!
Right away the guy drops his pants. His cock is salty from sweating the way men usually do when working in food service. He's not shy. He grabs the back of my head and fucks my face the way he wants to until at last he shoots a big load into my mouth. "Swallow it down," Brock orders, then "clean out his piss slit."
With that, the waiter pulls up his pants again and leaves without saying a single word. Shortly after that he returns with coffee and desert. I am acutely aware of how inferior my dessert is compared to Brocks. Every single thing is arranged to reinforce my sense of inferiority. "Make sure all the peanut butter is gone," he orders.
After we leave the restaurant, he orders me to strip naked right there in the car. "Your nakedness will help you grasp what I have to tell you because I'm going to speak to you like the slave you need to become. Put your clothing in the back seat then sit up straight with your legs spread and your hands behind your back."
Once I'm nude and in position, he speaks again. "I'll tell you one thing at a time. Remember to respond to each thing I have to say." He punctuates his command with a sharp slap to my naked inner thigh and I gasp. "Thank me for striking you."
"thank you, Sir," I say through quivering lips. I am unbelievable turned on.
"Take a finger and wipe the pre-cum from the head of your dick, boy, then suck it off your finger. Keep doing that. Don't get any of your splooge on the seat of my car or you'll be flogged."
I've never tasted my own before. It seems really gross to me despite the fact that I'm used to swallowing other men's cum. Damn, this is fucking hot!
I will give you your pledge name when you ask to apply. It will be known only to Members. In order to fix it in your mind you will write it 1000 times in a notebook you'll be given that has each line numbered. You'll be standing naked at a high writing desk in our study. Members will come by to check your progress. Your handwriting must not get sloppy. You'll be slapped across the ass with a leather strap if that happens."
Holy shit! What do I say to that?
"How long will I have to complete the job, Sir?"
"As long as it takes. It will all have to be completed before you'll be allowed to get off your feet."
"Understand, Sir. Thank you."
At this point I start to doubt whether or not I'll want to put up with that nonsense. And shit, it sounds like he's reading my mind.
"Every single thing that happens will prove to you just how little freedom you have as a slave. Your pledge name will be engraved in your memory for all time. The pain and fatigue you experience will teach you important lessons. This may seem like nonsense to you, but your obedience to every command is of paramount importance. If you're truly meant to become our slave, every act of obedience will turn you on, no matter what it is or how stupid it might seem to you. You are being trained how to think; nothing is stupid if a Master orders it. Only the slave is stupid for judging what a Master has to say."
Right away I understand that I'd really have to want to be their slave if I agree to go through with this.
"Sir, it seems that I might end up having to miss classes doing this."
"You'll be given your name and start writing after your last class on Friday so you'll have the entire weekend free to complete the task if necessary."
I really wonder how long it will take. I hope the pledge name they give me is very short, not something like Sebastian or Rumplestiltskin. I hope they'll name me "Al." I have to suppress a giggle.
"While you're writing we will remove all your possessions from your dorm room. You'll reside at the house from then on. You'll be given whatever you need for the school day---laptop, textbooks, note books, etc. All your work will be done in the school library. Your school day will be from 8 am until 6 pm Monday through Friday. During this time you will attend classes and complete all course work including readings and papers. You will not have time to do any course work after 6 pm or on weekends."
I really have to think about this. Can I complete everything in the time allowed? I think I'll ask.
"Sir, I fear I might not have enough time to do all my work."
"You'll have plenty of time. It will force you to be disciplined and efficient. A typical college student wastes a lot of time during the day. You will no longer be a typical college student. You won't be able to spend any time just hanging around coffee shops with friends and classmates. Your fellow students will begin to see you as some kind of work-obsessed drone. It doesn't matter what they think of you. If they knew how perverted you are they wouldn't want anything to do with you anyway."
With that he slaps my leg again. Twice. It hurts. I want to rub it with my hand but know I'd probably be punished for doing that so I just sit there and absorb the pain. Story of what my life would be like if I pledge myself, I guess.
"As your Sponsor, I will monitor all your course work and grades. I will punish you for any grade below B+."
"May I ask how you'd punish me if that happens, Sir? I'm a good student so it wouldn't have to happen much."
"Thrashings or canings. Cold showers. Long periods of time in stress positions. Ben Gay to your cock, balls and asshole. Things that will make you cry. I'll enjoy watching you suffer and I'm sure it will be an incentive for you to do better."
Shit, none of those things will turn me on. Nonetheless, the idea that he can do things like that to me does turn me on. I'd really be getting punished, and that's sexy.
"Sir, I have a work-study job."
"You'll quit it. You may not have a job. You will have no need for money. The frat will handle that. We will provide spending money but you will need permission to purchase anything other than food."
"Sir, my parents will have a hard time with me quitting my job. I have to help pay my tuition."
More slaps. This time I cry out.
"Cry out all you need to. We'll enjoy hearing the music you make when you're disciplined. As far as tuition goes, from the day you become a pledge the frat will take care of your tuition. We have a huge endowment. Many older Members are generous benefactors. Older fratslaves have good jobs and turn over their earnings to the frat as well. Over the course of your life you'll more than make up for what we have to spend on you at the beginning."
"My parents will really have a hard time dealing with what's going on."
"It doesn't matter what they think. You will no longer be a financial burden to them. Not only that, but we'll do whatever it takes to get them to disown you. If necessary. We'll buy them off. In essence, even though they don't realize it, they'll be selling you into slavery."
My response is a little sarcastic. Okay, a lot sarcastic: "This sounds like a really twisted way to arrange for a college scholarship."
He chuckles. "Well, we don't get many applications for it. I will tell you, however, that experience has shown us that any boy who offers himself to us as a slave has a lot of self-esteem problems, most of which are the result of toxic relationships with its parents. We've never had trouble getting them to give up faggots like you for good."
That really hits hard and, I must admit, it's completely true. If they had known I was selling myself on the city streets they would have disowned me a long time ago.
We've made our way back to the frat house. He leaves my clothes in the car and has me walk naked to the patio by the back door. I realize that this is the first time I've even been outdoors naked. It's really a hot feeling even though I'm shivering from the cool air.
Two Members are sitting on the patio keeping warm by the artificial fire pit. I'm forced to suck their cocks. "Hey Brock, this one is a good cocksucker" says the first guy I blow.
"It used to sell its ass in the city. Got a good price, I've been told."
"I'm not surprised," says the guy right before he cums in my mouth. "A cocksucker this good will make a great pledge. Don't let it get away, Brock. The other guy tells Brock he'll take a rain check on the blow job. "I'll wait until it pledges," he says.
This is the first time I've ever been referred to as "it." For some reason I find that more humiliating than being forced to suck cock naked in the night air. Not only that, but it looks like they already decided to claim me as one of theirs and I'm afraid it will be very hard to get away.
"This is only the beginning," I say to myself. "It's all like some wild horny dream come true. Or is it a nightmare?"
END OF CHAPTER TWO
Please keep writing me, Sirs. One reader made a list of all the passages that turned him on. That was a big help. We writers need to be encouraged to serve the community with our stories.
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Here's a list of all the other stories I posted on Nifty. The dates are where you can find them. You can find them more easily by going to the "Prolific Authors" page. I'm listed there. Rob
- The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
These four are connected:
- Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 3. Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 4. Brandon's Brothers 5/29/2023 5. Total Subjugation: 5/25/2023
These are stand-alone stories:
- Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 7. Training Toby 12/31/2023 8. Breaking Me In 3/10/2024 9. The Brothel Slave 3/31/2024 10. Jonah Takes Charge 5/9/2024 11. A Tale of Two Subs 6/30/2024