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After a day of classes, I got back to my dorm room exhausted and ready to take a nap. As much as I craved Joe with every fiber of my being, I needed sleep and secretly hoped he wouldn't be in our dorm yet. Once again, my wish didn't come true.
"Welcome home, princess! Come sit, we need to talk," instructed Joe while patting his lap.
I tossed my backpack aside and sheepishly walked over to where he was playing video games. I plopped my ass onto Joe's muscular thighs and looked away. I felt a playful tap on my ass.
"Hey, none of that embarrassed shit. It's just the two of us and we know this is how it's meant to be." Joe was right, I supposed, so I turned to face him.
"Better. Now, like I said this morning, the guys discussed what your day is going to look like going forward. We decided to be generous and still allow you to go to classes. You're no use to us if you fail out after one semester, so we expect you to still get good grades and help out the brothers with their work. When you're not in class, you're going to be serving the guys in whatever way we see fit."
Joe handed me a piece of paper.
"Here's your new schedule. I expect you to follow it to the letter, and if you mess up, there will be consequences. By now you should know that we know what's best for ladyboys like you. I've left some instructions underneath each period so that you know what's expected. If you have any questions, and there isn't another man around to answer them for you, you can text me. Otherwise, the man is always right. Got it?"
"Yes sir," I replied.
"Who's always right?" repeated Joe.
"The man, sir." Joe liked my response, since he responded with a chuckle.
"That's right, baby. Now, why don't you slide off my lap and help your king relax after a long day."
I woke up with the taste of Joe's load still in my mouth. He hadn't allowed me to brush my teeth last night. He knew today was my first day of formal training, so he said he would let the load sit in my mouth last night as a reminder of what good boys get.
I looked down at the first task on my schedule.
8 AM- 10 AM: MORNING ROUNDS.
From Joe: "Mornings are hard for a lot of the guys. Sometimes we're up late with chicks one night, and then have to wake up early the next morning for practice or to grab an early breakfast. Your job is to make this easier. Starting with the most senior brothers, you'll silently enter their room each morning and do whatever they've instructed. You'll see what I mean."
I trusted that Joe was right and that I'd figure it out when I arrived. I put on some sweatpants and a tank and rushed over to the frat house. Technically Chad was the most senior brother in the house, so I started there. When I came into his room, he was still asleep but there was a note on his desk.
"Pick out an outfit for me. Then sniff my balls until I wake up."
Ugh. I didn't have time to complain, so I just went over to his closet and picked out a nice flannel and some khakis. I don't think Chad normally dressed very stylish, but I thought he might appreciate getting a bit more dressed up than his normal jeans and a tshirt.
I walked over to his dresser and opened it. I pulled out a pair of socks (giving them a whiff to keep myself trained on his scent) and then found a pair of boxers. I put them all together in a nice pile and then gently crawled onto his bed. Lifting the sheets, I saw that Chad hadn't made my job any easier. He was wearing tight athletic boxers to bed, so I didn't have access to his bare junk. Instead, I slowly moved my head between his legs and put my nose under his sack. He was ripe, and the stench of his manly package made me salivate. But tasting his balls was not part of the instructions, so I just lay there until Chad's alarm went off.
I heard him smack the alarm and, before I knew it, he clamped his legs around my head and grabbed me by the hair.
"How's that smell, bitch? Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?" Chad taunted.
"You are, Daddy Chad, you are," I eeked out.
"That's right. I'm proud of you for listening this morning. Hopefully you do as good of a job with the other guys. Tom is next. Go get him, sweetcheecks."
And with that, I walked out of Chad's door to my next morning assignment.
10 AM Ð 11:30 AM: CLASS.
From Joe: "We care about your academics, but only because we expect you to be around at least until I graduate in four years. From then, we'll decide if you are allowed to graduate or will stay behind for generations of future brothers. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Go to your classes and pay attention, but while doing so you're to wear something special. It will keep you grounded and mindful of your place in the frat. You can find them on your way out of the house." I made my way out of the house after servicing as many brothers as I could before class started. Right by to the door, hanging next to brothers' baseball caps and jackets, was a pink thong. It had a little note that simply said, "For the fag."
I had no desire to put this on, but I also had no time to waste, so I quickly slipped it on under my sweatpants and headed out to class. My morning class was Business 101, and when I walked into the lecture hall I saw Danny wave to me and call me to him towards the back. I obeyed, and he had saved me a seat right in front of him.
"Good morning, bitchboy. Figured you could keep me awake in this class," Danny said with a laugh.
The class started, and I diligently began to take notes. I took my grades seriously, especially now that it was an order from my men. About 20 minutes in, though, I felt something sliding around behind me. Danny had slipped off his shoe and was using his big foot to pull down the back of my sweatpants. He saw that I was wearing my thong and held the sweats down while he snuck a picture. God, I hope nobody else saw this happening.
"Good girl, that ass looks so hungry this morning," teased Danny. I didn't want anyone to see, so I figured it was best if I just gave Danny what he wanted. I wiggled my ass a bit on his toes and he pushed them into my crack.
"That's what I like to see, whore."
11:30 AM- 1:30 PM: LUNCH.
From Joe: "As soon as you're done with class, hurry back for lunch. The guys get hungry. We have a house chef, but he doesn't actually plate our food or bring it to us. That will be your job. We even have a special outfit for it!"
I could see where this was going. Unfortunately for me, I was right. When I arrived, Joe was waiting at the house with a maid's outfit.
Joe remarked, "Now this is a look. Don't you faggots like dressing up and `serving looks' or whatever it is? Should be right up your alley."
I put on the maid's outfit, which included a bonnet and an added flourish of the ass being cut out entirely. I went straight to the kitchen, where the chef was finishing up the meal. He looked at me, shook his head, and then looked away. He knew this was just dudes being dudes with their bitch.
When I walked into the room with the first plate of food, the guys burst into tears. By the time I arrived to Joe's seat (I knew to serve my king first), my ass was red with swats and I had been catcalled by at least three guys. It continued that way until I had brought in the last plate. I turned to leave when I heard a "tsk tsk tsk" from Chris.
"Now now now, is that any way to treat your men? What if we need seconds? What if we need a refill? No, I think you'll stand silently in the corner and wait for us to need you. You'll only speak when spoken to and, when we leave the table, you'll clean this up. No fuss," explained Chris.
Standing in the corner was as humiliating as you'd expect, and the guys found plenty of ways to instill my effeminate subservience to them. By the time they left, I only had half an hour to clean up and head off to my next class, so I rushed to do the dishes and changed back into my "normal" clothes (which, by now, were starting to feel less normal than the degrading things I was ordered to wear).
1:30 PM Ð 4 PM: CLASS.
From Joe: "Class again. You know the drill."
This time, none of the brothers were in my afternoon classes, so I was left in relative peace. However, when I checked my phone between breaks I noticed that a groupchat had been started called "Fagbook Messenger." Clever, I thought.
Mostly it was just pictures of me doing shameful things. Me looking up with cock in my mouth, me sniffing a brother's feet, me dancing in panties. Every once in a while a brother would post a poll like "What do you think makes her the horniest? A. Dick in her mouth. B. Toes in her mouth. C. Spit in her mouth. D. Balls in her mouth." Couldn't wait to see the results of that one.
4 PM Ð 7 PM: DINNER.
From Joe: "Food again. Outfit, serving, silence."
Dinner was a lot like lunch. Lots of burping and farting, lots of summoning their bitch, and lots of talk about the coming party. The guys were going hard on their meal and they kept saying they needed "the fuel" for tonight. I obviously assumed they were talking about the girls they were planning on taking to bed.
Joe snapped me out of my head: "Hey, cumrag, I think I'm going to leave a little treat for you." He pulled down his shorts and started wanking his massive cock. I couldn't look away.
"Look, you're sending the bitch into heat. Stop teasing it!" laughed Chris.
They must have seen the lust in my eyes, but I couldn't help it. Joe was my man, and I needed his power in my life. Right as I was thinking it, Joe made eye contact with me and, without cracking a smile or breaking the stare, came onto his plate.
"I expect you to lick that up, sissy."
I replied, "Of course, sir."
An awkward silence hovered over the room.
"Well I don't mean tomorrow! Get over here and show the brothers how happy you are to taste any part of them!" instructed Joe.
I walked over, lifted the plate to my mouth and licked the load off. It came from Joe, so I knew not to waste a drop. After I had licked the plate clean, Joe grabbed me by the wrist before I could walk away.
"Ah ah. Tongue."
I stuck my tongue out to show that I had swallowed all of my daddy's babymakers. The guys clapped.
7 PM Ð 10 PM: PREGAME.
From Joe: "The pregame is a ritual. It's when the guys get to get pumped up and relax with their brothers before girls and randoms show up to the party. Since no girls will be here yet, you're going to fill that role. I expect you to flirt with the brothers and let them treat you like the frat slut that you are. Whatever dirty things they want to do with you, you do them."
This task seemed different than the others. I was able to reluctantly suffer through most of the day, but Joe was ordering me to actively flirt here.
The guys started a game of beer pong. Not really knowing where to begin, I walked up to Danny (who was playing) and asked "So are you trying to get the ball into those cups?"
"Yeah. You've seriously never played, bitch?" replied Danny with a hint of surprise.
"No, Daddy, I've just heard about it."
Danny smiled. "Well, that's about to change. Come here." He grabbed me by the waist and put me in front of him. He took my frail arm in his big one and lined up the shot for me. I could feel him breathing down my neck and his bulge rubbing against my ass. He shot and the ball went in.
"Eeee!" I squealed, turning to Danny and throwing my arms around his neck. He lifted me up and threw me against a wall, planting a big kiss on his prize. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and I felt him asserting his dominance.
He let me slide down from the wall, gave me a pat on the cheek, and said "I need to focus, baby. Go talk to another guy." With that, I turned and walked into the crowd of men, wondering who would be throwing me against a wall next.
10 PM Ð 2 AM: PARTY.
From Joe: "The main event. This is when the brothers turn into frat gods. Your submission, although expected at all times, should be heightened during parties because this is when men are at peak performance. You, of course, will not be participating in the party. Girls will be there, and you risk embarrassing this frat by getting jealous when you see the brothers with other bitches. Instead, you'll be waiting in Chris's room upstairs. All the guys know where to find you should they need you, so I expect you to patiently await any visitors you may get."
Are you serious? I serve these guys all day, let them do whatever to me, and I'm not even allowed at the party? I'm expected to wait upstairs like some common whore?
Pissed, but knowing there is nothing I can do about it, I make my way to Chris's room. When I arrive, I notice Chris has left a thoughtful setup for me. He laid out a dildo and flicked on a gay porn with two muscular dudes going at each other. I guess this is Chris treating me like his queen.
I don't take the bait. I'm not happy about being left out and don't want these guys to think they have actually gotten in my head. I lie down on Chris's bed and listen through the walls as I hear brother after brother bring a girl upstairs and nail her.
It goes on for so long that, to my despair, I do start to get jealous. Why haven't I had any visitors? Am I so out of their thoughts right now that they've forgotten about me? I start to think about how luck those girls are, getting thrown onto frat gods' beds and dicked down deep. I focus on it a bit too long and I start to go into heat.
I get up, grab the dildo, and line it up with my hole. I begin slowly sitting on it and watching the porn that Daddy Chris had put on for me. Needing more, I look over and see Chris's used boxers. I grab the pair and bring them to my nose, pretending that I have Chris's package rubbing all over my face while my other hole is filled with Joe's meat.
Right as I'm bouncing up and down on the plastic dick, I hear the door open. It's Chad, drunk off his ass.
"There's the faggot! Hey, great job at picking out my outfit this morning. Tons of girls complimented me on it. I guess you ladyboys really do know what you're doing when it comes to fashion and faggy shit like that."
He wandered over to the bed and laid down.
"Aw come on now, why dance your prissy little ass on that dildo when you can have the real thing? Come here, I'll show you what it's like to be owned by a man."
I get off the dildo and straddle Chad's pelvis. He grabs his hardening dick and swirls it around my hole.
"You want this? You want this gayboy? Show daddy what a horny girl you are and fuck yourself on my pole."
I didn't need telling twice. I impale myself on his cock and look him in the eyes as I roll my body around, giving him the show that he needed. He puts his big hands on my waist and starts guiding in me in circles around his dick.
I continue to put on a slutty little show for him, tweaking my own nipples and doing little dances so he knows I'm his princess. On the turn of a dime, he gets this look in his eye that is aggressive and grabs my head, shoving it into his pit.
"Oh, you want to be my bitch huh? Well take a whiff of this, bitch, smell these sweaty pits. You can't even say no because you want to. You know this is your place," exclaims Chad.
He's right. This is my place. I start sniffing his pits like crazy and even lick them. Chad laughs, letting me get my fill of man before pulling me off of him and bending me over doggy style. He straddles my ass and pound me roughly in a chokehold. I thrust my ass back into him until I feel his balls tense against my hole and unload deep inside of me.
He stays in there for a while. When he does pull out, he wipes his wet cock on my buttcheeks and gives me a slap.
"Thanks fag. I think Danny is next in line."