I was the Pledgemaster in my college fraternity. I had a group of studs willing to do anything I said to get into the fraternity. I can tell some of you fags are already drooling in envy. I never thought of them in any sexual way, though. That would just be weird. Really I spent most of my time trying to prevent them from doing something stupid, and the actives from telling them to do something stupid.
I found out later that lots of fags have this fantasy of being hazed like a pledge joining a fraternity. I also found out that I could use my experience to make their fantasy real when I wasn't getting my dick sucked enough by whatever sorority sluts were around.
So here are some of those stories. I had many of the cocksuckers write out what happened, so those stories are obviously from their pov. I'm putting these out in no particular order.
I've changed a few things for various reasons, but these stories are all based on real events. Some are even written by the cocksuckers that had the privilege of gagging on my cock.
You can contact me at fratpledgemaster /at/ gmail.com
There was this guy who found me online. Dark hair and eyes, maybe 6ft, with a muscular build. He had sucked my cock several times. And now he wanted it again. Of course he did. The cocksuckers who could withstand the pain and gagging my cock caused for long enough to make me cum always wanted it again. At least once the soreness subsided after a few days.
He said he wanted to look hot for me, and asked if he could wear a suit and tie. I said shirt and tie, but no jacket. He got to campus surprisingly fast. I remarked about it. "I basically floored it the whole way here, Sir. I want that cock so bad." I chuckled. As usual, I sat in the drivers seat of his car and he sat in the passenger seat. It was part of the power trip to make fags come to me. Why would I waste my time when cocksuckers should be servicing me? It's not my job to warn up or cool down a car on a cold/ hot day. The fag should have it ready for me. Plus I'm not about to let a cocksucker's slobber drip off my magnificent cock and soak into my seats. It's the bitch's job to deal with the mess. Anyway... His muscles filled out his shirt completely. He was definitely trying to impress me. The hard work he put in at the gym was not for him, not to get chicks, but to show me he was willing to do for my cock. I started driving to his place and he bent over and put his face in my crotch. He inhaled deeply and let out a slow contented sigh. I chuckled at how pathetic he was. "Sir, thank you, Sir." He continued inhaling to get more of my scent. "Sir, my head is already spinning just from your intoxicating, Alpha scent, Sir. I am so honored that you would let a lowly cocksucker like me even be this close to your cock, Sir. The smell of your sweaty balls tells me you are a man and I am not, Sir." I reached down and managed to grab his tie and pull, until his face was mashed in my crotch. He inhaled, shuttered, and pressed his face into my crotch even harder. I could feel his hot breath through the fabric. I let him stay in that position. I loved how powerful i felt having another man lust over even just my ball sweat. I was pretty sure this fag had military experience, based on how he addressed me, and more than sure he would do anything I ordered him to do. He craved my superiority, my selfishness, and my total control over him. He was muscular and hot, and could have easily taken control of any situation, but with me he craved subservience.
I told him to get my cock and balls out. After he did, I grabbed my cock so he wouldn't be able to suck it. His body noticeably reacted when my cock was put off limits. He knew I'd make him work for it. "Sir, may I please taste your perfect balls, Sir? " "Get in there, bitch." My right hand was still on the steering wheel, so I used my elbow as a little encouragement. He remembered what I liked and made long, slow licks with his entire tongue. He made sure to get every single square inch of my nuts. By this time I could smell my manly balls and his minty breath. I relaxed and enjoyed myself as I continued driving. A muscular military stud was doing his best to worship my musky nuts and eager to obey any order from me. It just felt right. As a superior Alpha man, I deserved this. When we got close to his place, he had me park down the street. Apparently there was a car on his driveway that he thought would be gone. Not a problem for me. I just leaned the seat back in the dark, quiet car and enjoyed mistreating my cocksucker now that I didn't have to drive. I grabbed his hair tightly and moved his head so his tongue was exactly where I wanted it on my balls. I let my heavy cock lay on his face. This excited him. He knew i wouldn't let him have it in his mouth yet, but he started trying to move his head around the little bit he could so that my cock was rubbing his face. Fuck, this fag really wanted my cock. He even started to whimper. I pulled his tie out of his collar and basically started using it as a leash. I pulled his head away from my crotch. He was staring with determination at my cock, yearning to stretch his lips around my pole. "Do you want it, fag?" "Sir. Yes, Sir," he said and tried to pull against the leash. I pulled back harder. "Doesn't seem like you really want it." I pulled him back further. "Choke yourself, bitch. Prove you'll do whatever it takes to worship my cock." He pulled harder and I kept his face away with my left hand, and moved my right hand so it was holding the tie right on his neck. I looped it around my hand and started to choke him hard. His face began turning red, then purple, and started to glisten with sweat. Another fag that wants my perfect cock more than it wants air, I thought to myself. He started to move his hands to pull himself closer, but thought better of it and placed his hands behind his back. I was impressed. "Good job, bitch," i said as I forced his head against the steering wheel a few times as a sort of celebration. I held the loop of the tie in my right hand and grabbed his hair with my left, maneuvering his head right in front of my cock. There was a drop of precum at the tip that he was desperately trying to reach with his tongue. "Want it?" I taunted. He responded only with moans and grunts as he struggled -- and I mean struggled -- to lick up my cum. He wanted it so bad he was already sweating from exertion. I relented a little and he instantly licked up my precum. He relaxed and a look of pure bliss washed over his face. I was furious. He had forgotten a rule I gave him the first time we met. I slapped his face as hard as I could, slammed his head against the wheel, and practically shouted in anger, "Stupid faggot!" His regret was instant. "Sorry, Sir. Thank you, Sir. You have given me the gift of your God nectar and I should be thankful, Sir!" God nectar... that one was creative. He quickly corrected, "Sir, I am thankful, Sir. Your seed is precious, and I am honored to even taste it, Sir." I didn't feel like letting this one go. I was high on a power trip and I liked treating him (it?) as subhuman. "Dumb bitch! I drove all this way, and let you worship my nuts the entire time... but when I hardly even begin to give you the privilege of worshiping my big cock, you FUCK IT UP!" I pulled his hair hard and his face cringed in pain. His arms almost moved from their place behind his wide, muscular back, now wet with sweat, but he held himself back. He had displeased the Alpha, he knew he deserved punishment, and that the slap and hair pulling would only be the beginning. I put his head against the bottom of the steering wheel and sat back in the chair in disgust. The cocksucker dared not move. His face scrunched up in fear and tears started flowing from his eyes. I smirked and almost laughed at how pathetic this fag was. I decided to toy with his weak fag brain. I just sat there and looked at him. I admired him... well not him, but the way I had made him. I guess I was really admiring myself actually. I was his Superior, better than him in every way. I had complete power and control. He had none. My life was whatever I wanted it to be, and his was nothing but service and self-degredation. He was in debt to me on a sexual level because he was my faggot. A few moments of him frozen in place, sniffling, went by. He slowly opened his eyes. He was expecting harsh punishment without warning, but I just stared at him blankly. The uncertainty of what was happening clearly terrified him. Why wasn't I doing something. Shouldn't I be punishing him? Was the delay because I was angrier than he thought? Was i holding back because I was going to be extra harsh? Not knowing the punishment became the punishment. He snuck a peek out the front window, saw the car was gone, and said, "Sir, Let's go inside so i can serve you properly." Inside i let him worship my meat. He had definitely gotten better than he was in pervious cock worship sessions. He was able to take my cock further, but still had trouble with his gag reflex. He eagerly accepted all the criticism and corrections i gave him, both verbal and physical. I enjoyed being me: Big dick alpha with a cocksucker spending hours worshiping my thick cock. Eventually, it was clear I had destroyed his throat and it wouldn't get any better at sucking until I let him heal. So I basically kicked him in the throat and told him he no longer had permission to touch my cock. He lunged back to my crotch and worshiped my balls like his life depended on it. This military man was a great faggot. He knew the hierarchy and his place in it. It was simply fact that my cock was superior, and it was his duty to service it, even to his own detriment. My momentary pleasure was more important. Truth. No doubt about it. I grabbed my cock and started jerking it while my balls felt like they were in heaven. I started to cum. First volley rocketed over fags head and landed clear across the room on the floor and wall. He changed his angle so I was aiming right at him. Second volley had so much power it literally ricochet off his face, nearly hit the ceiling, and spattered on the floor. He was so shocked and mad to have missed so much cum already that he just shoved my pole into his mouth. Fuck he was so eager for my nut. Couldn't swallow fast enough and started to gag and cough; so he cupped his hand against his chin to catch what was spilling out. I was laughing too hard at how pathetic he was to care about the cum he didn't swallow. We heard a car pull into the driveway. He gently and thoroughly licked me completely clean, then gently tucked my still rock hard cock back into my shorts and boxers like if was a priceless treasure. We went back outside, passing his wife, I'm guessing. I drove back to campus while he used his tongue to worship my cock and balls. I parked on campus and he continued until I nutted again. He swallowed every drop, and again gently put my rock hard penis away. Then he grabbed it from the outside, and stared intensely at my crotch. This fag wanted more. Unfortunately for him it was like 4am and I had things to do. "CYa," I said and got out of the car, and walked back to my fraternity house. I could feel his eyes staring at me with envy and lust. What a fag. I looked at my phone when I got to the house. He had already texted me, thanking me profusely. He loved the taste of my cum and wouldn't brush his teeth for fear of losing it. Fuck, I'm the best, I said to myself.