My Place in the Frat- Chapter 4
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I woke up to the head of Chris's cock rubbing between my pantied buttcheeks. I suppose I should have assumed that, as a frat dude, Chris would wake up hard, but there was something about Chris being asleep that made me feel so excited. If he were awake, he might be cooking up some awful plan to humiliate or expose me, but right now he was asleep and holding his new faggot slut in his arms. It all just felt so natural.
I started to move my hips up and down to see if I could get an extra load before Chris even woke up. No luck.
Chris chuckled, clearly waking up. "Slow your roll there, sweetcheeks. Daddy Chris has a quiz at 9 A.M. and he can't miss it just to pound your pussy." I stopped grinding on Chris. He must have sensed my disappointment at not getting him on inside me this morning. "Hey slut, here's an idea. If you're so hungry for cock, why don't you crawl beneath the covers and show Daddy Chris how a man deserves to wake up."
I lifted the covers and went down on Chris, starting with his hairy nutsack. Licking, kissing, and sucking his balls made him happy, and he grabbed my head through the sheets to force it lower on his crotch. "Yeah, get a whiff of a man's morning balls, babygirl. You keep this up and you just might get another load from these babymakers." That sent me into overdrive, so I greedily took his dick into my mouth and bobbed up and down. I realized I had sucked a man's cock without his permission, so I expected to be smacked, but Chris did no such thing. He must have been in a good mood, because he just readjusted his body and said "That's it, faggot, take my pole down that hungry fag throat. Keep wrapping those slutty little lips around my shaft and prove to me that you're worthy of tasting a straight man."
I kept it up, moaning in a high pitch so Chris knew that I had accepted my place as his horny bitch. I heard him laugh above the covers, amused at the show I was putting on for him. Keeping up the rhythm, I decided to try my luck since Chris seemed to be so generous this morning. I let my hands wander to his ass, feeling his muscled globes and using them as handles to keep pushing his meat in and out of my mouth. It smelled like a man down there, but what else was I supposed to expect with Chris's cock, balls and ass right under my nose?
"Alright, gayboy, I don't want to have to wash these sheets so you know what to do." I felt Chris's butt tense in my hands and his dick started spurting a generous load of seed into my mouth. I made sure to take it all, which wasn't easy considering the size of the load Chris just deposited, and a little started to dribble out of my mouth. Chris whipped the sheets off of me just in time to see me catch a little cum with my finger and rub it on my face so that it didn't get on his sheets.
"Wow, you really are crazy for straight dudes. Look at you with my jizz all over your pathetic face, and you're still so happy. You can't even protest because you've got a mouthful of my babies! I bet Joe has trained you not to swallow without permission, right?" I quickly nodded, still turned on but eager to get Chris's saltiness out of my mouth.
"Alright princess, I guess I'll let you keep them today. Swallow." I did as I was told.
Chris took his dick, which was still sweaty and covered in my saliva, and wiped it on my face to clean it off. I opened my mouth in the hopes I'd get another quick taste, but to no avail. He pulled it away with a tease.
"Like I said, I've got a morning class that I have to catch, so you'll have to let yourself out. You can put on Joe's clothes when you leave, just because I don't want the brothers to see you walking out of my room thinking I'm a little gayboy like you," Chris said with a note of disgust. "I'll make sure I get your number from Joe, but when you get a text from me, you respond immediately. And none of that faggot back talk. Just because you might be out in the `real world' doesn't mean I'm not in charge anymore. Like all men, I call the shots for you and I expect your obedience."
I shook my head so Chris knew that I understood, and he left with a light slap to my face. "See ya later, slut."
I took my time changing out my panties and bra from the night before and back into Joe's athletic wear. As humiliating as it had been, my panties reminded me of my subservience to Joe and Chris, and they had earned me the right to both of their amazing dicks.
I packed up the rest of my stuff in my backpack and started to walk out of the frat house. Some brothers were just waking up, some were smoking a bowl, and some were showing their female conquests to the door. Little did they all know that I was one of those conquests too.
I walked through the main hallway and turned into the living room to leave out the front door. A few of the guys that I had met, including Kyle, Danny, Chad, and Tom, were sitting around playing Madden. I stopped for a second, wondering if I should join in on this "bro" moment and show off my mediocre video game skills, when I felt a quick slap to the ass.
"There you are, little dude! Where were you last night?" It was Joe. He had just walked in and must have come back to the frat house early this morning to hang with the guys.
"I, uh, well," I stuttered, not expecting to be so cruelly thrown on the spot. Joe knew exactly where I had been and wanted to see how much I would struggle to cover up my true sissy nature.
"Relax, bitch, take a seat," commanded Joe. Of course he grabbed the last seat on the couch, so I just sort of plopped down on the ground next to them all and pretended to watch the game.
"Hey princess," said Joe. I immediately turned to him, waiting for whatever words came out of his perfect manly body. Immediately, all the guys around us burst into tears laughing.
"You weren't kidding Joe, he really does respond to princess!" cackled Danny. I hardly knew what was going on, but I figured I had just outed myself and shown the bros that whatever embarrassing stories Joe had told them about me were true.
"Told you. Yeah, faggot, I told the guys all about you and what you are. I didn't think it was right for all my new straight bros to be walking around, sometimes shirtless or even naked, with a queen in their midst hoping to get a whiff of their feet or a taste of their balls. They have a right to know who or what they're letting into their brotherhood." My heart sank as Joe said these words. The other guys, meanwhile, had slowed down their laughing and were looking at me more seriously. Like I was both a threat to them and a piece of meat for their insatiable appetites.
"And besides, these guys are going to be my brothers soon which means, as brothers, they have a right to whatever I own. And that includes you, gayboy," Joe clarified.
"Listen queer, it's not a big deal," assured Chad. "We have a lot of gay friends that bring around girls to the parties, but we've never had one of our own. You belong to the brothers now, and while that means your life is going to change and you must always obey our orders, we'll make sure you're safe and protected from the actual assholes out there that would beat the shit out of you. Understood?"
I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. I was starting to get the feeling that I shouldn't speak unless I absolutely needed to, and it was clear to everyone in the room how this was going to go.
"Good," said Chad, lifting up my face with his rough hands. He just looked at me for a second before spitting a huge glob right onto my eye. Another burst of laughter from the guys.
"Now, the real reason I'm here today," said Joe. "Those clothes. You had the audacity to borrow a real man's clothes without even asking. I never would have given permission for this: sissyboys like you shouldn't be wearing real men's clothes. It's deceptive and makes guys think you're cool and one of them. It's much better if they can identify you as a cumdump so they know how to properly treat you, okay?" Joe looked at me and I nodded. "No, bitch, I want to hear it come out of your fag mouth. What did you do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have worn your clothes, Daddy. I knew you would say no and I should have understood why," I confessed.
"Mhm," mumbled Joe, not entirely pleased. "Like I said last night, you're still going to need to be punished. I would spank you, and I still might later just for fun, but that punishment doesn't feel like it fits the crime. You got confused about what a man's clothes are and what a bitches clothes are, so I decided today you're going to learn how to identify a man's clothes. Look at your new Daddies and tell me what you notice about them all."
"Well, Daddy, they're all really hot guys and they're all playing a video game," I responded. Joe looked disappointed.
"Is this bitch serious?" asked Kyle. "The bitch can't notice anything beyond how hot her men are and what they're doing? Pathetic. We need to make sure she's more attentive going forward."
Joe agreed. "Kyle's right. Try again."
I did my best to clear my mind, still reeling from what was happening. I looked around and it clicked: they were all barefoot.
"None of my daddies have shoes on, Sir."
"Ding ding ding, there may be a brain in there after all!" exclaimed Joe. The guys laughed and gave me a condescending round of applause. "Yes, slut, these men have taken off their socks for a little game that you're about to play." With that, Joe got up and threw a pair of dirty boxers that were lying on the ground onto my head so that I couldn't see.
"You're going to identify these men's socks by matching their scent to their feet. Now come over here," he said, guiding me by putting his firm hand on my neck and pushing me into what must have been a pile of dirty socks. It smelled so pungent and I gagged upon contact. More chuckles from the bros.
"Oh, that's not even that bad, skank. You're lucky I didn't have my basketball socks on this morning, those haven't been washed in a year!" said Kyle.
"Alright, bitch, get sniffing," commanded Joe. "And since we really don't need to hear your sissy little voice, you can tell us which socks go to which feet by bringing them over with your mouth and setting them on the brother you think they belong to."
I took a second to think about my situation. I could whip these dirty boxers off my head right now and fight back, or try to call the cops. I could beg them to let me go, or wait until I had a good moment to escape. But none of those paths would lead me to where I truly wanted to be, which was serving a frat of hot dudes and letting them fuck my mouth and pussy whenever they needed to. If I left, I'd never get their dicks on a regular basis.
I lowered my head into the pile and tried to smell out which sock was cleanest first. Tom was a quiet sophomore who had a reputation for cleanliness, so the sock that hardly had any stench to it must have belonged to him. I slowly put my mouth around it and bit down lightly so as not to taste anything or get fuzz in my mouth. I crawled over to where I remembered he was sitting and dropped it onto his feet. I felt like a dog.
"Okay, beginner's luck. This bitch just knew I'm not as disgusting as you fuckers!" Tom said. "What do you say, slut?"
"Thank you Daddy Tom for having clean socks," I said. This was humiliating.
"Well, don't get used to it! The rest won't be so easy," warned Tom. I turned around to crawl back to the pile and felt him kick me on the ass.
When I got back, I went for the first one I could find. It smelled bad but I put it in my mouth and resolved that it belonged to Chad. I crawled over to him, placed it on his foot, and turned around for the next one.
"Wrong. How the hell do you expect to pair your daddies' clothing to their feet when you don't even know what their body smells like?" asked Chad. I suppose he had a point, but I didn't like where this was heading. "Get back here and get a whiff of the real thing. That might tell you if that sock is mine or not."
I turned back around, crawling to his foot and putting my nose right in between his toes. I inhaled and he pinched my nose between his toes. The guys laughed, but I was focused on internalizing Chad's scent. It was masculine, definitely, but not really dirty. More like he used an abundance of Axe, and it just always clung to his skin now. I went back to the pile, found the matching sock, and brought it to him.
"Good girl, that wasn't so hard! Now if this other sock isn't mine, who do you think it belongs to?" asked Chad, his tone a mixture of mocking me and trying to teach me a lesson. I shuffled over to Kyle's feet and sniffed around his toes and the bottom of his feet. He pushed them against my face and, when I went to pull away, he shoved his big toe into my mouth and held me there. I closed my lips on it and started to suck instinctively.
"Sissyboy just loves a man in her, doesn't she," said Kyle, rubbing his other foot all over my face. "Maybe tasting my sweaty foot will help you pick out which sock is mine. I'll give you a hint: I just played some tackle football in the mud yesterday."
Kyle finally removed his toe from my mouth, allowing me to crawl back to the remaining socks. The sock I had wrongly assigned to Chad didn't taste anything like Kyle's toe, so that couldn't have been it. I started mouthing one of the other socks and tasted something earthy and knew I found the winner. I grabbed it between my lips and placed it on Kyle's foot.
"Atta slut! Just two more now," said Kyle, patting my butt when I turned around for the final two socks. I made my way over to Danny, who just raised his foot, grabbed me by the head, and shoved my face into the sole.
"Get a good whiff baby, that's a week of no showers and pure man." I inhaled and confirmed what Danny was telling me. His feet were ripe. No trace of soap or hygiene, just a man who didn't care what his feet smelled like. "Guys are meant to be dirty. Princesses like you should be clean and perfumed for their man, but if your daddy wants to let it all air out, that's his right. You should be grateful for the privilege of smelling this man foot."
"Thank you, Sir. I'm so grateful to be at your feet and treating you like the king you are," I blurted out. I couldn't see his face, but I had a feeling Danny was grinning.
"Now, which one of those stinkers is mine?" he asked. I went back to the pile and grabbed the sock I initially thought was Chad's. Placing it on top of his foot, I felt a surge of excitement. I was almost done, and I could do the math on this last one. I grabbed the final sock in my mouth and crawled it over to Joe, who gave me a pat on the head when I let it go.
"At least the faggot hasn't forgotten the scent of her first Daddy. I'm proud of you for remembering these feet, but I expect you to do the same for all the men in this room. They're my brothers and they deserve to be treated as such. That means you should be able to walk into the room and, without looking around, know if one of your daddies is in there. Right boys?" asked Joe.
"Damn right," replied Chad. "You're not going to confuse your clothes with a man's clothes ever again now, are you sluttylips?"
"No, Sir, of course not," I replied in earnest.
"Good," said Kyle. "Now, go get cleaned up and let the men discuss your schedule going forward."
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