FRATSLAVE: a love story
TWO. A NEW WAY OF LIFE
So: I was a 20-year-old freshman at the college Sir helped me get in to. I decided to major in Comparative Literature because I liked to read and I heard that it was an easy major. I was quite self-aware and realized that getting a college degree was not as high on my list of priorities than getting experience as a sub and maybe even finding a Master.
After my time as a submissive hustler, I felt it was time for me to find someone who would enjoy taking control of me maybe as uncle, mentor, professor, Dom, Master, or even Owner.
It only too two weeks before I found the glory hole in the bathroom in the basement of the library. One of the first blow jobs I ever gave there turned out to be for a Member of KGF-. After he was done with me, he waited for me outside the bathroom so he could get a good look at me. He chatted me up. He told me he lived in the KGF-house off campus. He made a date with me that weekend. He told me he wanted to check me out, to find out for himself how good a sub I really was. He told me to shower well and to meet him at 10 am at the entrance to the South Lot on campus.
He drove a black Buick, so it was easy to know it was him when he drove by. In New York I was always getting cruised by men in nice cars, so this was right up my alley. I got in the car and he brought me to this huge house that was more like a mansion. He really put me through my paces. As soon as we got to his quarters he ordered me to strip.
Then he made me kneel down. He told me I was to obey him or be punished. He taught me different positions to assume when the orders were given: Kneel. Sit back. Arms out. Arms down. Present. Grovel. Stand and present. Bent at waist. On back pushing my junk into the air (the code name for this one was `BALLS.')
When he ordered me to suck his cock I realized he hadn't showered that morning. "Learn to love my smell and my taste, faggot," he ordered. Damn! Everything he made me do turned me on but nothing too extreme other than licking his groin and armpits clean. "Eat my stink," he kept ordering me but to tell the truth, the stink wasn't really very bad, not even in his pits.
Don't forget I'd been a prostitute since I graduated high school. When I started sucking his cock he asked me how I learned to suck so well for a freshman and I told him about my background. Once he knew that he really fucking went to town on me! Un-fucking-believable.
After a while he told me we'd take a break. "You drink coffee?" he asked and when I said I did, he put on a pair of shorts and brought me down to the kitchen. "You'll always be naked in this house so Members can view you. Never cover your groin. Get used to being on display."
This was blowing my submissive mind. It was the first time I had ever been on display naked in front of other guys. A couple of them asked him who I was and he said I was a "potential pledge." I learned that they called him "Brock." Hot name, but all I could call him was "Sir," as he had ordered me to.
After we had our coffee he brought me downstairs to a playroom that had some dungeon-type equipment. He told me it was soundproofed and that he wanted to spank me to find out how much as I could take. I'd been spanked before by "clients," but never too hard. I used to pretend it really hurt a lot because that turned them on and it also got them to stop before they ever really hurt me. This time there was no need to pretend.
He quickly got me writhing and crying out as he bound me over a spanking stool. He went from using his hands to thrashing me with a sort of fraternity paddle then a vicious strap. He had given me a safe word but told me he wanted to find out how much I could handle so to delay using the word for as long as I could.
Weird, huh, that I just went along with it? Fuck, I was having a ball. Best ever. I learned right then and there that pain turned me on, that each time he hit me I experienced an unlikely combination of both pain and pleasure.
Finally I couldn't take any more. I safe-worded and he stopped immediately. Then he put me through the postures he taught me before. Finally making me bow down to lick his stinky feet everywhere, including between his toes. "Lap up the stink, faggot," he ordered me. I went crazy being humiliated that way and I went at his feet as if they were the most delicious things I'd ever tasted.
As we walked back to his room he told me that "We can always tell the true slaves for the impostors or wannabe's. We just punish them as much as they can take. If their reaction is to get crazy about serving the Master, we know they're true slaves. The others usually just get pissed off and back away us. It always works. You have all the makings of a true slaveboy. That is what you're meant to become."
We went back to his room. He gave me a new toothbrush so I could brush and use Listerine to wash the bacteria out of my mouth. I was very impressed with this, I must say. He joined me in the bathroom and we took a shower together that turned out another way I had to serve him, cleaning him all over with soap and a washcloth.
Then he really amazed the hell out of me: he held me in his arms and made out with me treating me like a boy he loved very much. I'd never ever had that experience before!
He told me that good Doms all knew that if a sub is treated with affection it becomes more eager to obey its Masters. Damn, that was true. At that point I would have done anything for Sir Brock. As he drove me home he told me to dress nicely for dinner. He would pick me up at 6 pm and take me to a restaurant he liked which had a section of very private tables where it was possible to discuss anything without worrying about being overheard.
At dinner he told me he'd be willing to sponsor me to become Member of KGF. "There are three categories of Members" he explained. "Doms and the Switches who are Doms in the frat but sometimes liked to sub for guys on the outside It's in the rules that they cannot sub for Members. Everything would get too confused
"That was only two, Sir."
"I'm getting to it, boy. This is the category you would belong to. Very few Members are in this category."
"A special group?"
"Yes. Very special. So special in fact that there's a different pledge process for guys like you."
"What are those Members called?"
He looked me in the eye with an intense look in his eyes, the kind of look he had when he had ordered me to lick his armpits clean. "Fratslaves." Then he just sat there staring at me. I began trembling on the inside.
"Fratslaves," I repeated.
"Yes. I've been checking you out this morning. In a way, it was an audition. I had a pretty good sense what you were when you sucked my cock through that hole in the wall without even being able to see me. Then this morning, you proved yourself to me. You, boy, are meant to be a slave. You will thrive as a slave. It's the only way you'll ever be truly happy. Think about it, boy."
I was thinking about it. A lot. And also that he never called me by any name. It was always just "boy" or "faggot." I had told him my real name was Smitty but my whore name was "Spike," but he never said anything about it.
Oh, yeah, something else happened at the restaurant. We were given menus and seated. He took mine away from me. "I choose what you eat when you're with me, boy." At first I got a little annoyed. "You look annoyed," he told me. "Let go of that. Submit to my rules and you'll always feel a lot better."
I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths. Then let go. I looked up into his eyes and quietly said "Thank you, Sir." He smiled.
"Tell me, boy: back when you were selling you ass on the streets of New York, what happened if the john who was buying you saw you getting annoyed?"
"Sometimes they'd back down, especially if they didn't have any experience dominating a whore. Sometime they just didn't care and kept going the way they wanted to. Once in a while an experienced john would get pissed and start smacking me around for having a bad attitude."
"Fratslaves get whipped for pulling attitude. If it keeps happening, they get caned. That usually breaks them of the habit. If you decide to go through with this, you'd better start getting control over that attitude. Every single time you get annoyed, practice looking submissive, just the way you did with me before. Understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir." As I was saying that the waiter came by. Brock ordered. To tell you the truth, I don't even remember what I had to eat that night. There was too many more important things on my mind. For one thing I wondered what he meant when he said that sometimes fratslaves get whipped. The idea turned me on even though it made me a little nervous. Okay, a lot nervous.
Nevertheless, I was wanted to find out what that would be like, to be whipped. My dick got hard in my pants and I squirmed uncomfortably. Brock noticed. "Yes, boy," he said to me, "some day soon you're going to find out what it's like to be whipped."
As scary as it sounded, at the same time it sounded fucking awesome. Not just one Master but a whole frat full of Master!. Masters who really knew what they were doing, so much so that they're all Members of a gay Dom/sub frat. Shit! Who am I kidding? I fucking want this, I think. Maybe.
"So I have this whole school year to make up my mind to pledge?"
"If you decide sooner that you really want to go through with it, we'll allow you to go through the pledge process during the school year. I will officially be your Sponsor. I'll have total authority to take you through the process. If you apply soon, I might even manage to work in everything required perhaps even by the end of the current semester. But that will depend on a number of factors, especially how badly you want it and how seriously you take the requirements for faggot pledges."
"May I make a critical observation, Sir?"
"Granted. What's on your mind, boy?"
"You've called me `faggot' a lot today and I'm confused. I mean, aren't you and the other Members all faggots as well?"
"An astute question and I appreciate your confusion and your courage to ask that question. Yes, in the eyes of the outside world we might all be called faggots. But within KGF, we use the word faggot' to refer only to submissives who get off on serving other men's cocks. The is what I mean when I call you faggot.' You obviously got off on serving my cock. So in our eyes, you're a faggot. In fact, if you pledge, you will be referred to as a `faggot pledge' to distinguish you from regular Member pledges."
Right away I realized that not only would they control my body, they would also train me how to think in new ways.
He went on. "Yes, you'll be taught a new way to think about yourself and your role in society. This is important because you'll be living a lifestyle that is very different from what ordinary gay men would ever expect. You will most definitely be inferior to all other Members. Every single one of us. And from what I've observed, boy, you get off on being treated as inferior. Take in my words, faggot. They describe the way I see you."
I have to put down my fork, close my eyes and breathe for a bit. "You see me as inferior to you. . . "
"You are inferior to me. I see what you are, a faggot, a boy whose urge is to service men's cocks deserving nothing in return. A boy who will always need to be disciplined and frequently punished for one thing or another—there's always something a fratslave deserves to be punished for."
Again, I close my eyes and focus on the quivering going on inside of me, urging me to fall to the ground and grovel at Brock's feet. Fortunately higher sense prevailed. But it won't hurt to be honest with him. After all, he's the one who is speaking to me about turning me into a slave for his frat. "Sir, I feel right now that I should fall to the floor and grovel at your feet."
His eyes glow even brighter. He nods his approval. "Down, faggot!" I rush to take position. "This is how you should always feel, boy. Your urge will always be to humble yourself before all superiors, not only Members of KGF, but also every single ordinary man you encounter when you're away from the frat. Think about that the next time our waiter comes by. Realize that you would grovel before him as well if you were told to."
Wow.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
If enough guys write me to tell me they want me to continue this story, I'll do so. Otherwise, it will end here. Subkodak25@gmail.com
Here's a list of all the other stories I posted on Nifty. The dates are where you can find them. You can find them more easily by going to the "Prolific Authors" page. I'm listed there. Rob
- The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
These four are connected:
- Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 3. Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 4. Brandon's Brothers 5/29/2023 5. Total Subjugation: 5/25/2023
These are stand-alone stories:
- Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 7. Training Toby 12/31/2023 8. Breaking Me In 3/10/2024 9. The Brothel Slave 3/31/2024 10. Jonah Takes Charge 5/9/2024 11. A Tale of Two Subs 6/30/2024