XI
The brother carrying me held me in his arms as he climbed the stairs. My body rocked gently to his gait as he placed one foot carefully in front of the other. He didn't say anything as he carried me and my face was pressed deep into his chest, my eyes screwed shut so that I had no idea who had rescued me. I also didn't really care. What did it matter? If this was a rescue and this brother wanted to be gentle and loving, then he would; if he wanted to be cruel and vicious, then he would. I had no say in or power over how this, or any other, brother would treat me -- any misconceptions I'd had about that had been stripped away by Cole -- so what did it matter who he was?
I felt a bump as the brother used his side and ass to nudge open a door and smelt something fruity -- mango and peach, I thought -- as we crossed the threshold. The brother lay me down on the bed and rolled me onto my side. It was only when my face came away from the material of his t-shirt that I felt the wetness on my face and realised I had been silently crying. I lay where I had been put and felt the bed shift as the brother's weight came to rest on it. I felt him pushing up behind me and waited for his cock to force its way into my ass.
The expected penetration didn't happen. Instead I felt warm, muscled arms wrap around me, and a strong, firm, protective (?), and clothed, body push up against my skin. His lips brushed my shoulder once before he rested his head behind my own. He held me like that. I stopped crying. And then I fell asleep, wrapped in this mystery brother's arms.
I woke to the sound of hushed, hissing voices, clearly having an argument while also trying to not to wake me. I kept my eyes shut and feigned still being asleep.
`I know, I know and I completely agree, but what we can do?' a deep voice, struggling to keep quiet said.
`You're in charge of discipline, of making sure our rules are obeyed and expectations upheld. He goes too far! He always does,' hissed back another voice, clearly angry.
`But he hasn't broken any rules. He hasn't done anything that crosses a line,' the first voice responded, its tone suggesting he regretted that fact.
And you wouldn't do anything even if he had!' the second voice shot back, rising slightly in its anger. Cole is a fucking monster, a psychopath, and he'd have been kicked out long ago if he wasn't his father's son. Hell, he'd never have been allowed in! It's all bullshit!' I thought I recognised this voice now of belonging to Henry.
Silence for a few beats.
You're right. Everyone knows you're right and what Cole is, but knowing it doesn't change it. He is his father's son and as a member of this frat he is entitled to use Fag as he sees fit within the boundaries of what has been deemed acceptable. Those marks aren't permanent and he has no injuries that require medical care,' the first voice said. You can't stand there and honestly say that you can guarantee he won't do any permanent damage or cause injuries that require medical attention. You can't! In fact, I'd bet he will do just that before the end of the year,' Henry spat, and I could almost see him pointing an accusing finger at the first voice, which I guess must belong to my rescuer. From the way they were talking, I was starting to suspect it must belong to Thomas Hand, the Sergeant at Arms.
I can't legislate for that,' the voice I was now sure belonged to Thomas said, seeming to both absolve himself of responsibility and feel guilty about doing so at the same time. It's his job to make sure things are safe round here'.
A third voice, richer and more mellow than the other two, chimed in. You know that Fag welfare does not fall under my remit. Not really'. This voice had to be Dominic. I just wonder whether we could make an argument for permanent damage including psychological. The way Cole treats Fags could leave those sorts of scars... And we know that his treatment of Ben escalated last year, yet he seems to have started at a much higher level with Fag than he did with Ben'.
Yes,' Henry leaped on this. Yes! He's got to be stopped before he fucks Fag up forever. You,' and here I suspected Henry was pointing at Thomas, `said he was in floods when you brought him out and up here. This gig is always going to be horrible and dehumanising, but it's his first day for fucks sake. How's he supposed to last a year? And it won't exactly be good for any of us if we lose a good Fag to Cole's psychosis'.
We all know that the only person who can control Cole is Zach', Dominic said in a voice that told me he'd said this to Henry before. Cole won't care what any of us say or think'.
`Can't we just push him in front of a bus and make the world a better place?' Henry asked, a smile in his voice.
The three of them chuckled softly.
`It's a shitter of a situation all right. One psycho risks ruining a great thing for the rest of us,' Thomas said.
`And ruining a good guy in the process,' Henry said quickly.
Yeah yeah, that too', Thomas conceded as though that were only a secondary danger. He is a beautiful boy and seems to have a nice pliant nature, and you can't deny that those stripes, the red against the white, and the bruises coming up look great on him. Could be one of the best Fag pledges we've had in years.'
`Of course. I'm not saying he shouldn't get hurt, just that he can't be tortured by a sadist every day and be expected not to say his safe word', Henry said, slightly grumpily.
At this point, I felt I'd heard enough. I had liked hearing them defend me and criticise Cole. I had liked that Henry in particular seemed to care about me. I didn't want to hear anymore about exactly how much pain Henry thought it acceptable to inflict on me. I rolled over, making a groaning noise as I did, as though starting to wake from sleep.
I heard shushing noises from the three brothers and some movement as I stretched my arms and started to open my eyes. When I did open them I saw that Henry was kneeling besides the bed, his face only about a foot away from mine. He smiled and stroked my hair.
`Glad to see you've had a rest. It looks as though you've had a busy time of it since you left us. Thomas has been filling us in'. He gestured towards Thomas and I sat up so that I could see the Sergeant at Arms. He smiled at me and did a mock salute.
Thank you very much for releasing me,' I said to Thomas, smiling back. I stood up and crossed the room to him, kneeling in front of him. Please let me show my appreciation'. As I spoke I took hold of his knees and ran my hands up his thighs until they were hooked onto his waistband.
Thomas laughed and said, `well if you insist'. I laughed with him and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down slightly to reveal a semi-hard, very large, cock, growing every second from a thick bush of black hair.
I fondled his balls and took his cock in my mouth, feeling it expanding as it reacted to my soft, warm, and wet mouth and tongue. His head had a slight taste of piss, as though it wasn't that long since he had gone. It obviously wasn't as pungent as the piss I had been drinking for much of the morning, and I found I actually quite liked the taste.
I was eager to please Thomas, not just to try and secure a possible ally but also because I both genuinely wanted to thank him, but also because it was my job. The primary job of Fag is to be a sex slave and I wanted to excel in that area of my new life, even as I didn't enjoy others.
When he was fully hard, I struggled to fit Thomas' cock in my mouth without choking. Thankfully, he was gentle. He placed a hand on the back of my head and gently guided me, letting his cock slide in and out of my mouth, inviting me to go deep each time but not insisting if I couldn't. In that first BJ, I failed to take his entire cock into my mouth, and resolved to do better each time until he could throat fuck with his entire length, but he didn't seem to mind. He seemed used to people not being able to take him in his entirety and was relaxed about it. He did pick up the pace towards the end, guiding me faster and fast until he was letting out constant moans of pleasure, culminating in a long, drawn out groan that rose higher as he came in my mouth. His sweet, sticky cum coated my tongue and teeth. I continued sucking to make sure I drew out as much cum as possible before swallowing.
He removed his cock from my mouth, I sank back on my haunches, and he wiped his head across my face, smearing my own saliva and his cum from my left cheek, across my nose and right eye.
Good Fag,' Thomas said, evidently satisfied. I'll enjoy you a lot this year. Clearly much more of a natural than Ben was last year'.
I thanked him for the compliment and felt genuinely pleased that I had given him pleasure and been recognised as having natural talent.
Henry and Dominic had carried on a conversation while this was happening and I looked at them now, my face clearly asking whether they wanted to use my mouth. Dominic crossed to me, pulling his trousers down to reveal his good-length, slightly left-leaning cock. He picked up where Thomas had left off, his hard cock parting my lips and thrusting into my eager mouth. Dominic's cock I could take, only gagging once or twice as it hit the back of my throat, but soon getting used to Dominic's rhythm.
Dominic wasn't as gentle as Thomas, but then he didn't need to be. There was far less chance of him hurting me or doing something I would struggle to handle. As Dominic was doing most of the work for his own cock, I used my free hands to massage his balls and stroke his ass respectively. Dominic liked this a lot and became increasingly verbal until with a shouted, `Yes Fag! That's it Fag!' he came, shooting ropes into my mouth.
I sucked hungrily at his spent cock, desperate to get out all of his cum. He left his cock in my mouth as it deflated and I cleaned around his head with my tongue until he was soft, at which point he pulled out, and patted me on the head. `Thank you Fag'.
At this point Henry pulled me to my feet and gave me a tight hug. `I've planned a gentler rest of the day for you than you've had morning. Lots of brothers for you to serve still, but the pain aspect of the rest of your day should be minimal,' he said.
`Thank you' I replied, genuinely grateful for his efforts to help me.
`That's quite all right. We can't have you breaking down on your first day after all, so it's pure selfishness on my part really,' Henry replied, spitting on his hand and using it to wipe away some of the cum that was smeared across my face. He lifted his t-shirt up to dry it afterwards. It was an oddly intimate and tender moment.
`Your first session is with Marcus. He's on the floor below us, shares with Logan who might be there too. I'll walk you down'.
Henry put his hand on my shoulder and started to steer me towards the door. I turned and waved to Thomas and Dominic, thanking them both again, before we were out the door and once more in the corridor.