SIX. BACK TO THE DUNGEON
So anyway, one day when Colton had to attend an evening affair he told me he was going to order out supper for me to be delivered and I had to answer the door naked. It was McBuddy's spicy special—I loved that! The delivery guy freaked out when he saw me in my collar and cage and wanted to know what it meant. He had my address and said he'd stop by some time so he could talk to me about it. I gave him my phone number and asked him to call me first. The next day I told Colton about it. He said he wanted to be there so I should have the guy—his name was Benny--call him to set things up.
At 6pm Colton texted me: "This is going to be late. So I'd like you to do more writing. Follow up on your nightmare. What happened after you passed out? Write it out for me, boy."
And so that's what I'm gonna do. Here goes . .
fratslave part 2
When I came to, I was still bound to the whipping post and I'd guess my pain level was about an 8/10. My back, ass and upper legs throbbed, burned and ached, all at the same time. The room was completely silent.
"Ah, you've returned, boi." It was Brock's voice. "I've been sitting here reading our frat newsletter. The other guys got tired of waiting and left. We're alone now. You have eleven lashes to go. I'm going to use my strap instead of the red whip. Get ready"
Oh shit, it's going to hurt so much! I remember what he told me: begging him to stop would only result in extra lashes. He says I should get ready. How the fuck do I do that?
"Please, Master, help me," I blurt out, hoping I don't get punished more.
"Help you do what precisely, pup?"
"Help me get my mind ready, Master. I . . I don't understand."
"Understandable, boy. So here's the trick: be entirely present to your situation. Consider what's going on here. You are all alone in a room with me right now. You are bound to a whipping post. You've already been whipped pretty seriously and your body is marked from your head to your knees with marks from the beating. You're in a lot of pain. You've been crying. Snot is dripping from your nose. And you realize you're about to get eleven more lashes, this time with your Master's –your word, not mine, boy—strap."
"So tell me, boy: What is it like to be in your position right now? What is it like to realize you can't get yourself loose from the post you're bound to? What is it like to know that your Master isn't done thrashing you? What is it like to know you're being punished because of your snotty attitude?"
He talks me into a kind of trance and I'm not afraid but rather craving to be taught how to be a good boy, craving the lash. Ready to beg him to continue punishing me, to turn me into a real slave.
"Fifteen," he says in a strong voice and my ass hurts even more than it was before. Right away I remember what it was to cry and the tears come down while my lips tremble.
"Once you are voted in, you'll be given a new legal name and your college records will be updated. It will be a unique mane, a kind of name men aren't usually given. Your middle initial will be F,' which stands for fratslave.' You will retain your surname. That helps our archivist list you along with all the other Members of the frat without having to indicate that you're a slave. And by the way, your slave name—just the first name and the F—will be tattooed on your body just above your shaved cock."
I find myself wondering whether or not his real name is Brock or was that given to him as well when he became a Member. I guess I'll never know.
#16. Ass again and now I'm crying full out. I know I only have one more coming to my legs but I lost track of the other lashes. I guess it doesn't really matter any more.
#17 across my ass again and now I try to scream but realize I'm too hoarse for it now. Once again I'm sobbing.
#18, 19, 20. rapid fire across my back and the strap makes the marks from the whip turn into fiery agony.
Brock keeps up his description of fratslave life. "You will begin weekly electrolysis treatments. This will be a new kind of pain for you and it's rough—I'm not going to sugarcoat it. It takes about 8 sessions for you to become completely bare and we will hardly ever have to shave your flesh any longer. This saves us a lot of trouble in the long run. Besides that, most slaves enjoy the sensation of being shaved and we want to deprive you of that pleasure. Your pleasure has to be found only in obeying us." #21 and 22. ass again and I can't sob any harder.
"I hope that by now you're starting to think about how you're going to suppress that bratty part of your personality. Only free men can dare act like brats. If you ever talk to a Member the way you talked to me today you'll be down here before you even close your mouth and there are plenty of things that hurt more than that red whip, faggot. Don't doubt me on this."
"We never cage faggot pledges until we strip them bare via electrolysis. Some of the Members will enjoy edging you; that's why your dick is still flapping in the breeze.. As far as orgasms, you have to take care of it yourself, usually in bathrooms on campus like a horny teenager. Don't be surprised to find yourself jerking off as often as you can; after all, you know you'll never jerk off again once you become one of our fratslaves."
"As soon as the electrolysis is done, your dick will be permanently caged and downsized whenever feasible. You will never again have your dick pleasured by being touched or stroked."
I got caged for ten days once. This john took me to Disneyland as a special treat but he kept me caged all that time. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be except for all the times I tried to get hard. At least I knew he'd unlock me when we got back home. The other bad part was that just because my dick was caged he still had access to my balls.
Every day he'd make me stand with my hands behind my back and my legs spread and he'd kick me in the balls. When I doubled over he'd make me stand up straight again. I could use a safe word to stop it but I had a lot of incentive to take as much pain as I could stand.
He promised me one hundred dollars for every kick I could take. I ended up getting be $6200 in addition to the thousand he gave me just for going there with him. Meanwhile he treated me like a favorite nephew and we got to see everything down there. I'd never been there before and I regressed to acting like a kid. He really enjoyed that, especially when he would fuck me later that night and call me his "baby faggot." Oh, and he was a really good fucker. In fact, one night I shot a load when he was fucking me! Right there from my soft cock confined in the cage. What a mess.
But I digress. Being caged permanently? No hope of relief? I don't think I want to think about that too much. Better to take it one day at a time, I guess, when it happens. Of course, once again the idea that I had to work so hard to give pleasure to men's cocks while being denied all that as well was so humiliating that it would have gotten me hard if it was possible for me to get hard.
And still being a college student with all the hot young twinks and studs walking around? That's gonna be torture. Especially after most of this year I'll be whacking off in bathroom stalls at least twice a day.
I should probably ask whether or not I could get it on with other guys when I was at school. Of course I had to make sure my grades didn't slip, or else . . . . That was gonna be real hard.
Only three more lashes to go and one of them will be on my legs. Actually, I'd trade off ass for legs. And GODDAMMIT! #23 is across my ass again! I've kind of retreated into myself, trying to pretend that I could hide somewhere where I couldn't feel the pain.
Brock's next lesson: "Any Member can schedule a private evening with you. The same deal goes for when you're a pledge: You're back in the house by 6 pm. Fridays and Saturdays are kept open. On Fridays we rent you out to non-Members in a whorehouse mostly with female whores but the occasional male whore usually gets a lot of attention. We let the whorehouse keep the money so they're always happy to accommodate one of our slaves for the evening. Saturday nights are either frat parties or smaller group activities with some or all of the slaves involved."
Another question I have is what happens if no one's booked me for the night. And how many slaves do they already have living there?
#24 gets me in the legs and it only really hurts in a couple places, probably places that were already marked with the whip.
"fratslaves keep the place clean, especially after dinner at 7. Private sessions with Members begin at 8:15. Just because a Member has reserved you for a private session, he still has the right to invite other Members to join in."
So 25? Back, I hope. And here it comes, deliberate aimed so the strap wraps around my right side and that's gonna hurt for a long time! But I've made it!
Brock only has one more thing to say: "Each fratslave has a private room with a door that doesn't lock. It's a small room with bed and table-type desk. When not reserved, fratslaves spend the night in their rooms with the doors open. Members are allowed to "drop in" anytime a fratslave is in its room."
So, on free nights I'm expected to turn tricks. I wonder if there are any breaks.
And so, I'm still hanging here. Everything hurts. "I'll give you an hour to keep experiencing the results of being punished, then take you down and have you seen by our first aid team before being brought to my room so you can show me your gratitude for what I've done to you."
An hour. Show gratitude? Wow. I hang there, wondering when and if the pain is going to become pleasurable like it usually does when I get spanked. But this is so much worse than an ordinary spanking. This is true punishment. It took so long and it hurts so much.
I remind my self that I will still have two weeks to change my mind about pledging. What I didn't know, however, was that I can only withdraw the very last night before becoming a pledge. Those bastards! They know exactly what's going to happen. I'll be bouncing back from yes to no all damn week. I promise myself that if I haven't made up my mind by that last night I'm just gonna go through with it. Become a pledge. I'll always regret it if I didn't try.
to be continued . . .
END OF CHAPTER SIX
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