FRATSLAVE: a love story
TWELVE. CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
fratslave continues . . .
. . . About ten days in the waiting period before Spike would become an official pledge for KGF he had to escape the constant demands guys on campus were making on him. Chris was also getting pissed off because some horny dud would be knocking on their door all the hours of the night and even before the dawn to be serviced. He let Spike know—even he had begun using Smitty's old prostitute name—that maybe he should find a some other place to stay until things settled down.
Of course, Chris was still being kept in the dark that, all things considered, in just a few days Spike would no longer be living on campus. Spike knew by that point that he wasn't going to ask to drop out of the pledge program. Because of that, he realized that he could actually afford to "splurge" on expenses for the remaining few days. He booked himself a luxury suite in the most expensive hotel in town, skipped the last three days of classes, and spent the days in their heated pool and having room service deliver his meals.
He never gave any thought to the fact that he would suffer for breaking the rules Brock had given him—no expenses without permission. He decided he would worry about that later on. it was all going to be hard enough as it was. What could they possibly do to make his pledge experience any worse?
Little did he realize that there were some things that could be a hell of a lot worse. Like spending the summer after his freshman year of college as a naked slave laboring under the lash in a ranch the frat owned in A hot, humid and dreary part of the country—with none of this counting as pledge time. Those few days of luxury ended up costing him weeks and weeks of punishment.
Not only was he one of a three nude fratslaves laboring on that ranch, he had to do so with iron manacles and chains connecting his ankles, rattling wherever he went, reminding him of just how fucking stupid he had been trying to escape just a few days of sucking off any guy on campus who demanded. As it turned out, he'd be sucking off the same cowboys who enjoyed lassoing him as if he were some dumb steer then stringing him up upside down at just the right height so he could suck their cocks while the blood was rushing to his head.
But enough about that. It was far too brutal a time for me to inflict upon those who are reading this story. I wouldn't want to shock anyone or turn anyone off to find out how it was that Spike was turned into the ranch urinal for anyone who wanted to use him that way—and long before Brock had ever planned to break him in simply as a personal urinal.
As Spike learned early in his "education" as a potential fratslave, punishment could be a terrible thing, even when the miscreant would openly admit how badly he deserved to be punished.
So anyway, let's get to the last night of the waiting period. Spike moved back into the dorm for a couple hours, and sure enough, he ended up sucking the cocks of three guys who lived in their wing—and, by the way, never did get to suck Chris' cock, much to his disappointment.
Brock texted him, ordering him to be standing naked in front of his dorm at 8 pm that last night. He tried to plan it so that he'd get out to the curb only one minute before 8 so that as few guys as possible would get to see him standing there like that.
Brock had anticipated this evasive measure, so he deliberately kept the pledge-to-be waiting at that curb for sixteen humiliating and embarrassing minutes and by the time Brock came by to fetch him, several dudes were standing around tormenting him. Of course, Brock had cleverly made sure that a few of the frat Members would be there to witnessing the boy's last few minutes of relative freedom and stirring up the others to "jeer at the Queer" who was about to pledge that kinky frat, and God only knows what they did to their pledges.
But it got worse. As it turns out, two of the KGF Members happened to work at the exhorbitant hotel where Spike hid out for his little pre-pledging vacation. The Members of the frat had an emergency meeting the morning Spike was to become a pledge, and one of the college Deans—also a Member—was at the meeting.
The Members decided unanimously on how the pledge would pay the price for breaking the rules: a summer as a chained slave on their ranch in the west, and then a punishment far more drastic than two months of hard labor in the heat—he would be withdrawn from the college, losing his first six weeks of his freshman year with no promise of a return until the following year when he would hopefully have become a full-time fratslave.
Never before had the frat made such a drastic decision—for sure, wannabe slaves were frequently sent to labor in their ranches—the decision to pull the kid from school. But then again, never had any prospective pledge so brazingly taken its life into its own hands again, rebelling against the rules it had been given in such a selfish and irresponsible manner just to avoid having to suck off college freshmen on demand for only three more days.
This was the first time that Brock began to wonder whether or not he had made a mistake recruiting the guy. After all, since they only recruited from the freshman class, their pledges were usually only 18 years old and much less inclined to take matters into their own hands. Spike was almost 22 and that made a difference.
At first Brock balked at the severity of the punishments his frat brothers were recommending, but they convinced him that it was obviously not guaranteed that this overgrown twink would actually work out in light of the shit he had just pulled. A heavy hand was needed here—a hand much heavier than anything Brock could to do the brat on his own. As I said, the decision was unanimous. They'd been able to win Brock over. And it would be a while before Brock would believe that he had made a good choice after all when he focused his attention on recruiting and seducing this head-strong faggot.
8:15 pm. Brighton, the member in the group bullying the naked Spike, let the others know that this guy was naked because he was about to pledge KGF and that they were free to smack him around a little if they wanted. Two of the guys decided to take him up on his offer, so by the time Brock pulled up to collect him, Spike had red handprints all over his body and was completely relieved to see the black car finally pull up. Brighton opened the back door of the car and pushed Spike into the car. Spike was relieved, but as it turned out, his suffering that night was only beginning.
They didn't drive him to the house; they took him to a back room at the "Inferno," blindfolded him then bound him to a Saint Andrew's Cross facing out into room. When they finally removed the blindfold, Spike found himself facing 22 Members hooded and dressed in long black robes, each holding a lit taper and lined up on the side of the room. Brock did not officiate at this special tribunal. the frat president, a senior named Chapman, stood at the other side of the cross and was the spokesman for the meeting. The cross was tilted 90 degrees so Spike was now on his back facing the ceiling.
He would say a few words then the person at the head of the line (Brock) would walk to the cross and drip some of the melted wax from the taper on Spike's body then be seated in one of the 22 chairs that had been arranged in the room facing the cross.
"Pledge your name will be 998. We have decided that you don't deserve to be given a human name in light of your disgraceful behavior." Second person dripped the wax over the tip of Spike's dick. Spike screamed out in shock.
"998, we gave three simple rules to be obeyed during your two-week waiting period before your pledge night."
Third member dripped his wax on 998's left nipple then sat down. 998 whimpered and grew terrified because it realized that they knew what it had done, and this was not usually part of the pledging process. Brock had never mentioned something as frightening and painful as this.
"First rule: live in the dorm and obey every man who demands you to service him."
Fourth member dripped on his left inner thigh. This brought a gasp!
"Second rule: withdraw your application only the night when you'd be received as a pledge."
Fifth member took care of the other nipple.
"Third rule: beg permission to spend money on anything other than food."
Sixth member dripped quite a bit on its left foot.
"You deliberately decided you would break the rules we gave you."
Seventh and eight members got its arms at the elbows.
"You escaped life in the dorm so that you would not have to serve your deserving classmates and dormmates."
Nine and Ten got the wrists. By now 998 was crying and whining "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"You spent $942.89 at the Excelsior Hotel without seeking permission despite the third rule."
Eleven and Twelve covered both sides of its tummy. The crying and begging continued.
"You lived a life of luxury even though you were soon going to be living the live of a slave pledge. What the fuck were you thinking?!!!" Now Chapman was yelling.
Thirteen waxed the other foot. Fourteen covered most of the right inner thigh. 998 started begging for mercy.
"You ate like a king despite the fact that you were already considered to be a slave by your Sponsor, who, by the way, has just about given up on you."
Fifteen, Sixteen and Seventeen covered all of its stomach.
"Not only that, but you cut three days worth of classes. This crime will have particular circumstances, as you will soon find out."
18, 19, 20 randomly flicked their tapers so the wax landed wherever it would. A chorus of "sorry, sorry, sorry," was being sung by 998 between its sobs.
21 tortured its belly button which elicited a new set of screams.
22 being the president, he simply took his place in the front row of Members after turning the crank which brought the cross upright again, which for some reason caused 998 to scream all the louder.
The hooded Members sat in silence observing 998's cries, sobs, and begging until at last it calmed down and the Members would continue the ceremony. This time it was Frederick who spoke. 998 had never met this guy before. He was older than the others so obviously an Alum.
"Never in the history of this frat has any potential pledge disrespected the pledge process by deliberately breaking the rules in even a small way, let alone the preposterous way 998 has behaved. Therefore it became necessary for us to have an emergency meeting to decide how we would proceed. It became very clear to us that such outrageous rebellion had to have serious consequences. Therefore, after quite a bit of discussion, the frat has unanimously decided that 998 would be punished in two ways."
Frederick sat down.
Prince stood to speak. "First: considering that this slave chose to skip three entire days of classes, we have decided that 998 will be withdrawn from the college and will begin its freshman year next fall if we decide that it's worth the trouble to provide it with a college education rather than simply using it as a labor slave."
998 gasped and tried to protest. Brock picked up the red whip and lashed the slave across the chest to shut it up.
Martin spoke next: "Second. Regardless of whether or not its pledging had been completed, 998 will be delivered to one of our southern ranches to labor there as a naked slave in chains and under the lash from June 22 until August 22 of the coming year."
998 remained silent this time, fearing another lash with that dreaded whip. 998 had never had the front of its body beaten before.
With that being said, the Members rose and filed out of the room. Two members of the Inferno staff released 998 from the cross, put on an iron collar around its neck and attached a leash. Brock came back into the room dressed in jeans and leather. The staff handed him the leash. "998: crawl!" Brock ordered then let the slave into the public room. And then the fun began.
Cocks and feet and piss and paddles with tears and sobs and much sucking and licking until finally 998 collapsed from exhaustion.
. . . fratslave to be continued . . .
END OF CHAPTER TWELVE
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