FOUR. Twenty-five lashes
He brings me into the house and down the stairs to the dungeon. "You ever had that dick of yours locked in a cage?"
"No, Sir. Never."
"You've seen enough porn to realize that subs are usually caged, right?"
"yes, Sir."
"Have you ever thought of what it would be like? Have you ever masturbated thinking about it?"
"Can't say that I have, Sir. I know it's inevitable if a Dom claims me, but I haven't really . .
"Consider yourself claimed, boy, until you tell me that you are DEFINITELY not interested."
I can't help thinking that this is like those book club subscriptions or others when the only way you can stop it from coming every month is to deliberately click some CANCEL button or something.
"Let me get this straight, please, Sir. I thought I had to ask to become a pledge. Now you're telling me that it's going to happen unless I tell you I'm not interested."
"Correct. We don't usually do things this way but I'm so sure that you are meant for the kind of life I'm seducing you to ask for that I've automatically enrolled you and put a temporary hold on your application. I'm giving you two weeks to drop out. Two weeks from tomorrow your life as a pledge will begin unless you cancel everything out. You can do that on line. KGFfrat.org. Your application name will be WHIP. Click that name and you'll be able to withdraw yourself from all consideration."
"However, I want you to realize that if you do cancel you will never ever be reconsidered and this entire opportunity will be lost to you forever." "What if I decide to pledge as a Dom? Would I be allowed to do that?"
"Of course not. We have your number, faggot. We know a lot of your past. I know you suck cock like an experienced sub and you got hard when I spoke about life as a pledge. A hard cock never lies, faggot. You should know that by now. Now give me your wrists. I'm going to punish you for getting so cheeky in your questioning. That simply will not be allowed and you might as well learn that lesson now at the beginning."
I resist.
"Your resistance has just increased the number of lashes I'm giving you. Face it, boy. You know you started giving me attitude. Am I wrong?'
"No, Sir. I know I did."
"And do you understand that such behavior must always result in corporal punishment?"
Holy fucking shit! I lower my eyes and blush from having to admit I deserve to be whipped. "Yes, Sir."
"So then, even if you `re not happy about it, you realize that your behavior during our discussion was inappropriate for a faggot of your class and deserves to be corrected by the lash. You do realize this, boy, so don't play any fucking games with me."
He has me trapped and why the fuck is my cock hard and dripping at this situation? Fuck. I'd better just give in or it's going to get worse. I lower my eyes and hold out my wrists. Immediately they're locked in a set of manacles and I'm led to what looks like some kind of old-fashioned whipping post, like the ones I saw in an Illustrated version of Huckleberry Finn and I used to jerk off looking at and reading about the two teen boys getting publicly whipped.
He yanks my bound wrists up and locks the chain to the top of the post. I try to pull my hands down but find out that I only have a tiny range of motion. Fuck. I've been bound to a whipping post. I'm going to be whipped because I behaved like a brat. My fantasy has become a nightmare.
"I had decided on Twenty lashes. but your resistance added five additional lashes. So 25. Ten across the back, ten across your ass and five on the back of your legs. I'm aware your ass is still sore from this morning. That will make the punishment all the more effective. "
I turn my head and look behind me, really terrified. I see him pick up some kind of long thin whip and immediately I find myself begging, "Please, Sir, please, Master, please have pity on me. I promise I will never misbehave like I did again. Please, Master, please don't go through with this." I was really panicking.
Then all of a sudden I realized that I had just entered into a completely genuine experience, and one that had been inflicted on millions of slaves before the Civil War, whose labor helped enrich their white Masters. This was entirely fucking real. I tried to force my mind to surrender to the process but the reality of what was about to happen overpowered every kinky inclination within me.
Brock decides to add to the humiliating by lecturing me. "Whenever a slave begs not to be whipped, the only thing it accomplishes is that it increases the pleasure of the Dom who's getting ready to whip you. Accept your punishment, slaveboy, and stop begging. You'll get the full twenty-five lashes. Now turn your head around and lower it as much as you can. Scream and cry all you want, but not another fucking word out of you, slave. I call you slave now because in your fear you called me Master. That settles it. You know for sure that you're meant to be treated like a bdsm slave. You just admitted it not only to me but to yourself as well."
The first lash is laid high on my back. It stings but not as badly as I feared it would. like it was just some bee stings.
"I will continue instructing you about what your pledge experience will be like. That way I can drive in each fact with another lash."
The second lands right across the middle of my ass and wraps a bit around my hip and goddammit it hurts a lot more than the first, probably because my ass is already sore. I have tears in my eyes already. I hate that I'm such a crybaby.
I hear footsteps and then the door to the dungeon is opened . "Lenny. Prince. Brighton. Welcome. Just to fill you in, this faggot is getting whipped for the first time. Hopefully it will learn to never behave like a brat again. Your presence here will make this punishment all the more meaningful."
"It usually takes several whippings to get through to these faggots," one of them says.
"He's using the baby whip, Lenny. He's just playing games with the slave. That won't scare it away. Hey Brock, use that red whip. Make the faggot cry out in real pain."
Brock answers his friend. "It's the first time it's ever been at a whipping post. Don't want to scare it away before we even get started. I'm sure that by being a little gentle right now, after a couple days go by this faggot is going to all the more eager to get started and to give itself into our hands and accept our discipline. This twink is a true pervert. It was born as a slave but only began to realize it after it after a couple years as a prostitute on the streets of New York City.
"shit!" says Prince. "that was probably excellent training to be a faggot sub. You'll have to make it tell us some stories about its days as a common whore. Speaking of which, has it been checked for diseases yet?"
I got tested right before the semester began but I'm not going to volunteer that information right now.
"Step up the pain, dude. Give it a safeword and let's see how long it will last. Use the red whip."
All three of them start cheering as if they're at some sporting event. "Red whip, red whip, red whip!"
The 4th lash is across my ass again and damn it stings my sore flesh. "Okay, slave. Listen carefully. I was planning to use a light whip. I just wanted you to know what it was like to be bound to a whipping post and about to be whipped. But my brothers here want to hear you cry out from the pain of a real whipping. So here's the deal: I'm switching to the red whip they're urging me to use. It hurts a lot. I still intend to punish you with 25 lashes but you can shout out your name—FAGGOT!—and I'll stop. You'll get the rest of your whipping tomorrow night before I drive you back to campus. That way you'll learn what it's like to have to ride in a car after getting whipped. So, say the word and it stops. For now. Let's see how far you can go. If you take all 25 you won't get hit any more this weekend. Unless you ask for it."
I turn my head again and see him pick up the red whip. It's not too thick but I don't know what it's made of. Woe is me! I can't imagine myself actually asking to be whipped. Not anytime, goddammit.
#5 Now the back of my legs are on fire and I cry out. "That's it, twink slave boy! Let us hear you sing like a good faggot."
Brock gives me the next piece of information.
"Before you return here you will liquidate all your assets and put them into a frat-administered trust fund. The frat will not have access to any of those funds until ten years from the day you become a full-fledged fratslave. If you are separated from the frat, the fund will be deposited with a bank of your choice with interest from investments and in your own name. The frat relinquishes all rights to the fund until that ten year point. By then you'll be well settled into your new way of life, probably laboring in a professional way for one of the Members should you manage to graduate college/"
"If you don't graduate, you'll be put out to labor as a slave on one of our ranches. We promise you we will make sure you're never bored."
The chorus of Doms burst out laughing. "Never ever heard a faggot slave complaining it was bored," chuckles Prince.
"this faggot's hot, Brock. Maybe turn it into a porn star. Faggots who can take a lot of pain make big money for us."
Brock swing the whip again. #6 across my back and I scream from shock at how it bites into me. I've been strapped before by some johns, but that was almost like a thud then burn. This is a fucking bite. After I scream the tears start down my face and I can't do anything to stop them.
Brock gives me the next piece of info:
"You'll report to the house at 6pm exactly. Tardiness will be punished. You'll be locked in a cell in the sub-basement of the house. A screen in the cell will show instructional video clips about ways to properly service a Member. The screen shuts down 2 am. Sleep when you can. Some Members like bullying pledges in the middle of the night. When you're summoned, the screen will flash instructions to you and the door will automatically unlock. You go where you're sent and obey what you're told to do."
#7 follows quickly across my back again. Shit! I cry out loud an OW that comes from deep within me. My cock has gone soft.
Now the choir of onlookers start reminding me I can use my safeword. I'm not going to give them the satisfaction. Besides, I want to know what else Brock is going to tell me about pledging. So far it's amazingly humiliating. If I don't go through with this, I'll probably spend the rest of my life jerking off to fantasies of what it would have been like. Fuck that! I'm going through with this. No matter what. I'm not going to spend my life regretting something I was too chicken to try.
"When in the house you will always be naked and collared with manacles around your wrists and ankles so you can be easily bound when needed. Any Member can beat you at any time for any reason. Some will want you bound just so they can watch you strain against your bonds when in pain."
More jerk-off material. I don't imagine they'd want to send me to school all marked up, though. Would they? Wouldn't that call too much negative attention to the frat?
#8 across my legs again and I holler my fucking head off. "that's it, slave," says the audience. "think you should make it stop? Sure. Say the word. You've had enough for one night."
I'll be damned if I don't get through at least 13 tonight. I can take this. I can take this. I can take this.
"As far as Members disciplining you. The preferred implement is a short strap. Keep in mind that we are sane and reasonable, not sadistic brutes."
Damn! Talk about a sadistic brute! He's getting off on this. In fact, I bet they had it all planned for those guys to come in and make him use a meaner whip. Again it seems he's reading my mind. Or maybe it's just that every guy getting whipped for the first time thinks the same things when he hears these rules.
#9. Ass. "Yeow!" Now I'm crying and I don't care. I just let it all pour out of me.
"that's it, faggot. Make some real tears for us. Nohting is prettier than a slave's face when it's sobbing. Ever cry for a john?"
I used to cry when getting spanked all the time. I could turn it on whenever I wanted to. The johns really got off on thinking they spanked me to the point of tears. But I was always faking it. Damn! I'm not faking anything this time. I'm really being broken and you know what? It's awesome being this low! Fuck! Finally!!! I'm getting it!!!! I'm getting off on being whipped because I misbehaved!!!
Brock gives another tid-bit. "Every Member of the frat will have you as a personal slave, one at a time, all 25 who live in the area, guys ranging from 19 years old to about 35. Once all of them have had a chance to use you, a vote is taken."
They're gonna vote on me? Shit. I'd better not piss anyone off.
#10. Fuck!!!!!!! that's the third on my legs. Not sure how long I can hang on. I'm choking up phlegm now with my tears and snot and sobbing. I hope the Doms were entertained. Shit. I like breaking down but not when I start coughing my guts up. Gonna hang on to 13. Come on, dude. 3 more than I'll quit.
I wonder what Big Bad Brock has to say next.
"Once in a while an older alum may be in town and would like to make use of you. If he has any complaints, you will be punished accordingly." They sure do like to use the word `punish.' Suddenly I catch myself: I will be a boy always subject to punishment by superior men. Makes sense, I guess. Shit!
I wonder how old those old alums will be. One thing I have to say about old man johns is that they almost all like to cuddle. That was nice as long as they didn't have that "old man smell," if you know what I mean. Also I have to say I'm glad I'm not allowed to talk. Pain makes me snarky and I dare not risk it. Oh no, here it comes!
#11 back. Shit. The ones on my back hurt the most I think. I choke on my scream.
"Brock this is fucking hot. I want the kid to suck my dick after you're done whipping it."
"you got it, Brighton! It can weep all over your dong then lick its tears off like a good slave."
There's that word again. Slave. slave. slave? sure, I've thought about it a lot. In fact, I had my best times "on the street" with johns who did treat me like a slave even though they never called me that. And a little touch of verbal abuse really got me doing my best for him.
But oh, this Brock guy---he's got the magic touch. His voice hypnotizes me and then his words get planted deep inside. Hey, me! I wonder if a Member ever would fall in love with a fratslave or do they all see us as pathetic excuses for men.
I had a john fall in love with me one time. Wanted to take me on a trip to Australia with him but I wouldn't go. I knew I was in danger of falling in love with him too, and that freaked me out. He was a nice guy but I definitely wasn't looking for a boyfriend. Not in my plan.
Shut up, mind! Brock is trying to tell you something. And fuck! I'm getting high over all the pain. Those feel-good chemicals are working on me I guess.
Brock: "If you are voted in as a Member, your pledge period comes to an end and you officially become a fratslave."
"yeah, a fratslave. with all the rights and privileges belonging to the same!" Prince gets all the guys to laugh and shit, I almost start laughing myself. Never laughed before while sobbing. But there's always a first time.
TWELVE!!! Shit shit shit shit shit my ass! Oh man, please don't make the next one hit my ass. Please not. Come one, dude. One more and I'll use the word. Oh shit! What is the goddamm word?
"Almost half-way there, faggot. Good time to quit," says one of them. Oh yeah, that's my safe word. FAGGOT.
What's next after being voted in? I wonder.
"If we refuse to accept you, you will be automatically expelled from the University and re-enrolled in a small college on the West Coast with a small amount of savings to hold you until after your graduation. Mind you, this has never happened before because if a faggot pledge isn't performing satisfactorily, he's usually punished so severely and so frequently that he begs us to let him quit. Nothing more is heard from him again. Only a Senior Alumni Committee knows the details of what happens to a faggot pledge after he withdraws his candidacy."
Here it comes. #13. FUCK FUCK FUCK LEGS FUCK I'm gonna end up a cripple. Ok. Safe word. Wait!!! One more maybe.
At that very moment Brock comes up to me and puts his hand on the back of my neck. "You're doing fine, boy. Taking it well. Hang in there for one or two more? Do you think you can? Oh, and the next thing to tell you is that you won't get locked in a cell any more once you're a fratslave. You'll have your own small room and you can take your time with your classes. No 6 pm curfew. We'll celebrate your first night as our slave by gang-fucking you. And for the first time that night, you'll drink my piss. All of it. You will become my personal fratslave urinal."
#14 on the back. I can take it, I can take it. I'm think I'm gonna pass out. Shit. It hurts so much. No no no. I can't take any more. I manage to shout out FAGGOT and then all goes black.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
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- The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
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