Some of you know part of my story. Cal talked about us in a couple of his chapters in "Dominated by Boss Son". I'm Roger, I organized the batchlor party and gang bang that Cal wrote about. He got it mostly right, but he was wrong about me being a frat rat. I did belong to the best fraternity on campus, but I was never a frat rat. I have never needed to buy a friend or aceptance or any of the other stero typical shit. I know that connections are everything in my field. The right fraternity connections open all the right doors and make your career take off. The frat was just a means to an end. Unfortunately that means to an end broght me into close contact with Mark. Mark's Dad is a mover & shaker with one of the best accounting firms in the bussiness, so rooming with Mark should have been a real asset. Except Mark makes knowing him a net loss for everyone he meets.
It started the first week at the frat house. He calls, says he and his Dad is on his way and he can't see our room trashed out with empty beer cans, dirty clothes, and trash. Got to have it clean when he gets there, or he will freak. He did not exactly ask nicely, more like he was giving direction to one of his servants back home. But I cleaned the place up anyway. I figured he would owe me, and I did not want this slob's dirty underwear to make me look bad in front of a Man who could be my Boss and ticket to the easy life in 3.5 short years. It was down hill from there. It was never enough for Mark to win, someone had to lose and look bad. I watched him use and abuse the people around him. His plege mates, friends, and an endless steam of girls. He fucked them when I was in the room sometimes. He knew I was not asleep. He was showing off. He dumped most of them right after they let him dump a load up their ass. Seemed to be his main interest in them. With my meager finances, dating and getting layed was rare.
The way he humiliated new pleges or potental pleges was the worst. It was degrading and humiliating, but wasn't really sexual for the first 2 years, but the last year he must have been bored. He got kinky. Made the pledges masterbate each other while he whacked their balls with the padle. He also made them sodimize theirselves with plastic dongs while their plege mates jacked them off. Mark really got off watching them cum while they rode fake dicks. He made sure they all knew this meant they were worthless fags. Some of the freshmen got Mark's special treatment, his hot spooge shot on their helpless and unspectting faces. This shit was way outside frat rules. Not that I was going to rat on him. I had been his invested a lot of time being his "friend". I was not going to blow it now that graduation was close. My room mate was going to get me a great job with his Dad's company or one of this Dad's friends companies. Connections are everything.
So when graduation finally came, I was more than a little surprised when Mark's Dad's company did not even give me an interview. My grades were near the top of my class. The only possible reason for the snub was Mark. Instead of putting in a good work for me, I think the boy hosed me down. Luck for me I had a backup plan.
The brat was dumb enough to let me set up his bachelor party right after he fucked me over. That gave me the opportunity to get the first of my blackmail DVDs. Paul Case is an expert in these kind of things. He was more than willing to help out a young protegee, for a fee and use of the slave once he is trapped. The fee was very high. I'll have to whore Mark's ass and lips right away and often to make the payments. What a shame. With the blackmail material I have, and Mr Case's know how, Mark is going down. Paybacks are a bitch, and Mark will be my Bitch by tonight.