Fratslave: a love story

By Robert Louis / Robert Halstead

Published on Jul 12, 2024

Gay

NINE. The joys of fratslavery

Colton doesn't give orders; Colton asks politely.

One day Colton decides it's time to start helping Dante reach a goal he's had. It was a little after 4 pm. Colton holds a naked Dante in his arms. "I need to pee," he says quietly. "I'd like you to come with me and watch. Watch my piss shoot from my cock into the toilet."

Dante's heart begins to race as they walk hand-in-hand into the bathroom. Fear. Excitement. Desire. Resistance. It all gets jumbled up.

Colton places his husband to the left of the toilet facing him as he takes his cock out of his pants. "Eyes on the tip, please," he tells Dante. The piss shoots out with strong flow. Dante watches. Dante salivates, much to his surprise.

Colton doesn't shake himself when he finishes. "Be a good boy and use your fingers to coax the remaining piss from my cock and then wipe it dry."

This is the first time that Dante has ever touched the piss of another man. He has no trouble obeying Colton. His breathing changes. Once he's finished Colton gives another order. "Good boy. Now put your fingers in your mouth and lick them clean. Suck the tiny bit of piss from your fingertips. Taste my piss."

Don't forget that these aren't kids playing dirty games. Dante is 28 and his lover several years older. What Colton told him to do would shock everyone and disgust many of them. Colton makes sure Dante grasps what this means.

Colton always makes sure Dante understands the significance of what happens in their relationship. While Dante is washing his fingers and brushing his teeth after what just happened, Colton tells him, "Most people would say that I just made you do something disgusting. They're right. I ask you to do adisgusting thing just to prove how much power you've given me whenever we play D/s games. You obey me because you're grateful that I'm like your Master in a way. And Dante, I think it would be good for you use mouthwash one more time." Dante obeys, of course. Anything to get the taste out of his mouth for good.

Colton doesn't believe his sub husband should be punished by being spanked. Colton has started spanking his husband to tears at least once a week, sometimes, more, because he understands how important it is for Dante to be reminded that for all intents and purposes, he's becoming Colton's slave—by his own request.

Colton tells Dante that his tears wash him clean from any proud or rebellious thoughts. Besides that, as far as Colton is concerned, there is nothing more beautiful than Dante's face when he's looking up to him with tears in his eyes.

They've discovered that the spankings and their aftermath always calm Dante and help him center on what really matters—obedience to the man he's asked to become his Master. The only man he could ever entrust himself to this way.

Interestingly enough, Dante's masochistic nature began revealing itself right about the time his was entering puberty. When Dante was twelve years old he'd been sent to spend the summer with his Uncle Austen and his three cousins, all boys, ages 9, 12 and 15. Uncle Austen believed strongly in the motto "spare the rod and spoil the child." Once a week, on Friday night after their baths, he'd whip the boys' asses with a hickory switch, giving anywhere from 6 to 24 painful swats depending on their behavior over the past week. Dante always got 24 swats.

Uncle Austen told Dante that he'd been spoiled growing up too much, so he had a lot of beatings to catch up on. He always made the boys strip naked before he whipped them; it was part of the punishment. Because of this he could see that Dante got hard whenever he approached to get his ass whipped with the switch.

One evening while Dante was standing there naked with tears falling down his cheeks and his hands over his brutalized ass, Uncle Austen took him aside. "There is something you have to understand, Dante, although this probably won't make too much sense to you until you're a bit older. You were born to be whipped, my boy. Your very being cries out for the lash. I predict that the day will come in your life when regular beatings will be the norm for you just like they've been this summer. At that time you'll remember what I'm telling you and you will be grateful to me for preparing you for what will happen one day."

At the time, this made Dante cry all the harder. But he never forgot what his uncle had told him.

When he told Colton about being on his uncle's farm, Colton decided he was going to spank Dante every week just like he'd ben when he was with Uncle Austin. In fact, Colton had the boy send his uncle a "thank you" card with a simple message inside: "you were right, Uncle Austen. I was born to be whipped."

Uncle Austen replied, sending back a black ball gag. "Wear this to shut you up," his note to his nephew said. Dante took the gag and the note to Colton. "I'll keep this in mind," Colton told him. That was the last he ever saw of the gag. As it turned out, Colton really enjoyed hearing how his submissive boyfriend would cry out when being thrashed.

Colton had other ways to punish Dante, but they were seldom needed because Dante was so awestruck and in love with his Dom lover that he was always obedient, always submissive, always totally devoted in showing his husband love, reverence and devotion.

This, of course, put all the pressure back on Colton. He knew the boy would always obey him. He had to be careful not to get carried away with the power he had. After all, they were husbands and lovers, not only Master and slave.

Colton sometimes had to attend formal dinners because of his status in town governance. He never brought Dante to business-related affairs. He was going to arrange for a Dom friend of his to come over and "babysit" Dante, which meant he would be free to use Dante for his own pleasure. Dante, however, begged Colton to let him stay at home on his own so that he would have time to do some writing and continue the story they were working on.

And so that's what happened, although Colton told Dante that he's only have until 10 pm because two men would be by at 10 to spitroast him and that he should be cleaned out and well lubed by the time they arrived. That gave Dante about three hours to compose the next installment. This is what he came up with:

. . . . .

. . . fratslave continues. . .

Spike asked Brock to explain what he meant by the "good parts" of living his life as a fratslave.

Brock was happy to answer, but to help the slave focus on what he was saying, he bound it to a wall and put clamps on his nipples. "Let the pain remind you to pay attention," he told the potential pledge. Then he began his explanation.

"For one thing, there will always be men around to look after you. Many faggot subs end up living lonely lives when they get older. It gets more and more difficult to find anyone to take them in hand and work them over, even just for a couple hours. Open any gay hook-up program and you'll find them flooded with older subs and passives. Active Doms had their pick among the lot. As a fratslave you will never be craving something that would not be readily available to you. Understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Sir. That doesn't seem important to me now but I'm only a kid. When I'm 50 it will make a lot of sense."

Brock has a list of what he calls the "happy dozen," a list of what he sees as benefits to becoming a fratslave. He reads it off to the faggot now.

"1. You will have no financial worries.

  1. You will never need to apply for a job or worry about downsizing, redundancy, or unemployment.

  2. You will hardly ever have to make a decision. You will hardly ever have to seek out opportunities for advancement. You will never ever have to put together a resume.

  3. You will receive frequent and heartfelt gestures of affection. Feedback about your job performance will be immediate most of the time. If any Member is unhappy with the way you serve him, he won't hesitate to let you know and to administer the needed punishment.

  4. You will never have to feel guilty about anything because you will be regularly punished in a way which will wipe out all guilt.

  5. You will never have to struggle for civil rights. It's simple: You're off-grid so those things don't apply to you. You have no rights.

  6. Constant medical care will always be provided.

  7. Bondage, solitary cells and caging will keep you secure.

  8. You will take satisfaction in knowing you are unique. In an organization which has hundreds of Members, you will be in a tiny minority.

  9. You will get to have intimate knowledge of men of all ages (above 18, of course).

  10. Every sexual fantasy you ever have will be played out over the course of your life.

  11. And finally, you will frequently find yourself crying and sobbing. These experiences are deeply satisfying for you since you are so intensely masochistic.

So there's your dozen, Spike. Keep them in mind if you catch your mind trying to talk you out of applying. Everything on the list I gave you will be part of your life, right from the very first day you become a pledge. You'll never find these benefits anywhere else."

Spike had closed his eyes and took in each of the explanations that Brock provided, yet somehow he was missing the point. Brock's explanations were sarcastic. He presented as benefits things that most men would consider to be the result of continual subjugation, humiliation and control of all details of his life. These "benefits" were actually all about a fratslave's lack of dignity and autonomy.

"I am being groomed as a slave," he kept saying to himself. "that is the only reason the list Brock just gave me can make any sense. Think like a slave, think like a slave, think life a slave," he kept repeating to himself.

Brock takes off the nipple clamps and the slave screams out loud. Brock slaps him across the face to calm him down. "Your nipples will always be sore, faggot. Just the way we like them to be." He leaves the boy bound to the wall for another hour. The boy soils himself.

When Brock comes back to release him, he curses and sends a message upstairs. About ten minutes later, three naked and hooded guys come down, got down on the ground and proceed to lick up the piss that's on the floor. "some day you will be down there doing that yourself," Brock tells him.

When one of the hooded slaves devotes himself to licking the piss off the boy's feet and legs as well, "Spike" tries to stop him. Brock slaps his face several times. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? That slave is licking the piss off your body because I don't want you stinking of your own piss. Don't go thinking you're superior to those three slaves. You're one of them. They're just more advanced to you at this time. In fact, you're inferior to them, brat. At least they know what they are. You haven't declared yourself yet. Not even to yourself."

Once everything's been cleaned up, Brock dismisses them; they quickly get up and leave the room. Then and only then does Brock set the boy free. he can't possibly imagine being made to do something like those guys just did. Little does he know what awaits him and how thoroughly he will be trained—if he goes through with all this.

Later that night, he's given something to wear and is brought back to his dorm room. As soon as he opens to enter the room, his roommate Chris turns off the TV.

"So there you are, faggot! Someone spread tales about you all over the dorm. Guys have been locking on the door every few minutes looking for you. You're becoming very popular. Anyway let me be the first. I have no intention of letting you put your faggot mouth on my junk, but you can get to work on my feet. Strip off those clothes and crawl over here, faggot. Eat my feet. You're not my roommate or friend any longer. As far as I'm concerned, you're nothing but a disgusting pig!"

And so it begins. Two feet licked clean and three blow jobs later for guys who knocked on their door, he's finally able to get to sleep and stay there. His dreams are filled with mixed images: hugs and whips and kisses and slaps and cowboys and leather-clad Masters and chains and manacles and flowers and spit and frappes and Uncle Austin and sucking toes.

to be continued . . .

END OF CHAPTER NINE

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Rob

  1. The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022

These four are connected: 2. 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

stand-alone stories: 6. 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

Next: Chapter 10


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