IV
Carter whisked me back through the frat house until I was standing once again outside Zach's door. Carter knocked sharply, slapped my arse, and walked off to re-join the party. A voice inside bade me enter so I turned the handle and walked in. Zach was sitting at his desk with his back towards me. I closed the door behind me and stood just inside the room, waiting for him to speak. He didn't, so I did: `Hello Zach -- I think you wanted me'.
When spoken to, Fag', he replied quickly, turning to look at me with a frown. I blushed at being reprimanded so soon after having entered the room. Well then apologise, Fag' Zach continued in an almost exasperated tone.
`Sorry, Sir,' I blurted out as quickly as I could. I don't think I even realised I had called him Sir at the time, but I wouldn't call him anything else for the entire year, so natural did it feel.
Zach stood up and cam towards him. He titled my chin up so he could look down into my face. Then he spun me round and inspected my back, ass, and thighs, stroking them occasionally. `You're a real mess, Fag. It's a total disgrace. Go and clean yourself up, you filthy pig'. I almost spluttered and indignant defence about how it wasn't my fault and the mess I was in was a result of his and the brother's use of me. Thankfully I realised this would be a mistake and kept quiet. Instead I just walked towards the door he had pointed at in silence.
The door led to an ensuite bathroom, with a toilet, shower, bath, sink, and large mirror. I stood in front the sink and looked at my face. Zach had been right; I was a mess. A lot of the cum had fallen off, but they was still a base layer of dry cum that covered almost my entire face, cracking and falling off in bits as a grimaced or smiled. It was particularly concentrated around my mouth and above my eyes. Two paths of cum-free skin ran from my eyes down my cheeks and off my chin; these were the tracks my tears had created. My hair was sticky and brittle with half-dried and fully dried cum. I could still see some of the spit and even though I couldn't see it, I knew there would be some piss in that mix. I turned my attention to my body. My front was more or less unharmed, though my balls were slightly swollen from the kicks they had taken. My back on the other hand made me gasp when I saw it. I was a bright red from the shoulders to my knees. Every inch of my back had welts and early bruises. I looked at it for a few minutes, unable to fully process that I was looking at myself. I felt a desperate need to get in the shower; to get clean.
I opened the shower door and stepped in, turning the water as hot as it would go, almost scalding myself in the process but needing to feel that heat. I sluiced the cum from my face, unpicking the clots in my hair. I used some nice soap Zach had in there to clean my body, tenderly where it had been damaged. I also took the opportunity to have a wank and was surprised how responsive my dick was to my touch and strokes after what I'd been through. It didn't take long until ropes of my cum were splattered across the shower's glass. Somehow I felt better after cumming and turned off the water. I got out of the shower and dried myself using one of the white, fluffy towels Zach kept in his bathroom.
When I was dry, I once more looked at myself in the mirror. This time from the front you would never know I'd done anything more than play tennis. My back, however, still upset me to look at. After a few minutes of this I decided I couldn't delay it any longer and so opened the door back to Zach's room to see what else the day had in store for me.
`You took your time, Fag,' he said. He didn't say it unkindly but it still felt like a reprimand.
`Sorry Sir' was the only response I could give.
Zach was now seated on a sofa that sat against one of the walls. He was wearing comfy clothes -- what looked like an old t-shirt, some jogging bottoms, and, slightly incongruously, a pair of old trainers -- and I was struck by how attractive this college jock was. Zach clearly looked after himself -- I'd soon learn he was a keen and accomplished sportsman -- which only accentuated his natural good looks.
At least you're clean now,' he said, tossing a baseball into the air and catching it, now get on your knees and face away from me'. I did as I was told, exposing my ass to Zach. I was expecting to feel his cock penetrating my ass again, so was surprised when I felt him take hold of my balls and pull them through the gap between my thighs. I had at least learned quickly enough not to question or object so that remained as still as possible as he pulled them as tight as my scrotal skin would allow. I felt him place what felt like a wooden rod across my thighs and then place a second one on top, trapping my stretched scrotum between the two pieces, with my balls on the other side to my thighs. I didn't know what he was doing but I knew it wouldn't be good for me. I heard him screwing the two pieces of wood together and then standing up.
Instinctively, I tried to stand at the same time, shouted aloud in pain, and fell back to my hands and knees. The wooden device had caused a very sharp pain as my attempt to stand had stretched my scrotum.
You're wearing a humble, Fag,' Zach said, Don't try and stand up and it won't hurt you. Now crawl over to me and worship my shoes while I tell you a few things you need to know'.
I turned, slowly, and carefully, towards Zach. What he'd said seemed to be true: as long as I didn't try and stand, I could move around on my hands and knees without pain. I crawled towards him, unsure exactly what he meant by worship my shoes'. Taking a punt, I put my forehead on the floor in front of his shoes and starting praying to his shoes and paying the compliments. Zach laughed. With you mouth, Fag! Kiss my shoes and lick them clean. My God you really don't know anything, do you?'
I grimaced. Zach's shoes didn't exactly look clean. I kissed his left trainer, not opening my mouth as I did so. This was a mistake. I heard the crack of a belt as Zach whipped one over my head and used it to kiss my exposed balls. Pain shot through them again and I dropped my face to the floor in pain. `These shoes are not your maiden aunt who repulses you and demands a kiss before handing over the birthday cash. These shoes, and my feet, are the very apex of your desires. You have never wanted anything more than to kiss and lick them and fuck them. You feel lucky and privileged to be able to get this close to them. And if you need reminding, I'll whip your balls. Do you understand, Fag?'
Zach's words left no space for misunderstanding so I said Yes Sir' and kissed the toe of his shoe again, this time opening my mouth and trying to French his shoe. Zach seemed pleased with this effort for I didn't get another whip. I continued to kiss his shoes, trying to cover every inch of his shoes with my mouth. I could feel Zach's eyes on the top of my head and I wanted him to see that I did in fact love his shoes. He stretched out his feet, knocking me aside as he did so. Lick the soles, Fag, and listen to me'. He was now resting his shoes on their heels, exposing their soles. I had to lean right down so that my face was level with them, but wasted no time in doing so and licked the full length of his right shoe from heel to toe. I could taste the dirt that was stuck in the grooves. Again Zach must have been pleased because I felt no pain. I continued licking his soles and Zach started talking.
`The brothers used you hard tonight, which is to be expected. I've heard good reports from the brothers that you handled yourself well, most of the time. I think they're pleased with you. It won't always be that hard, but sometimes it will be harder. Keeping them on side will help you a lot -- don't lose their good will. Now being Fag comes with some dangers that we will try to mitigate. The first and most obvious danger is STIs. With all of us fucking one Fag, if one brother got an STI then it could run through the house very quickly. So, you will always be on Prep and a specially designed assortment of antibiotics to protect you. All brothers are required to have weekly STI checks if they want to use you to catch any outbreak early. This protects you and us. Secondly, such hard usage of your ass, mouth, and body could lead to permanent damage. We do not want that. However hard we use you, we do not want to do you permanent damage. As such, Felix Monroe -- a final year medical student brother -- will give you weekly check ups and if he feels you have been used too hard then he can close down one or both of your holes for a period of time. He can also forbid pain or punishment being inflicted on a part of your body if he is concerned.'
I was listening to Zach as I cleaned the soles of your shoes with my tongue and was both relieved and fearful. I hadn't really thought about of these things. Before tonight I had been a virgin - a closeted gay kid from my hometown didn't have much chance to change that -- and knew basically nothing about STIs or damage that could result from too much sex. I had always sort of drifted off in sex ed because it was exclusively focused on straight people, which I knew I wasn't. I was relieved that Zach had thought of it and very grateful to him for doing so. I put more love into licking his shoes and even moaned in pleasure a couple of times.
Zach continued: You will be in near constant use by the brothers while in the house. Having said that, you are entitled to two nights sleeping alone. On Tuesday and Thursday nights, starting at midnight and ending at 6am the following day, you will be kept in that cage over there'. I risked looking at Zach and saw he was pointing to a corner of the room. There was a cage that had probably been designed for a large dog. A blanket was on the bottom. I returned to his soles. On those nights you will sleep there unmolested -- it's also where you will sleep tonight. The last thing I need to tell you is that you will be kept in chastity most of the time. I will control your cock cage from an app on my phone -- an app that also allows me to deliver electric shocks to your cock. If a brother wants you to be released then he can ask me and I'll free your cock for his amusement. I cannot stress enough that when I release your cock, it is for the enjoyment of the brother who requested it and any pleasure you get from it is purely secondary and wholly unimportant'.
I had pretty much got all the ingrained dirt off the bottom of Zach's shoes -- something which gave me a very unexpected, and quite unwelcome, feeling of pride -- so had decided to suck on one of his shoe ends and see how much I could get into my mouth. Zach hadn't stopped or punished me so I assumed he was pleased with my decision. The cage was another welcome piece of information. At least I would have some alone time twice a week and wouldn't have to serve the brother 24/7 every week. The cock cage was less welcome but I guess it seemed like a small thing compared to everything else I'd agreed to.
`My shoes are clean, Fag. Take them off. Use your mouth'. I took his shoe from out of my mouth and kissed up the shoe until I was by his laces. I took the end of his laces into my mouth and pulled back. The laces came undone. I tried to bite the heel of his shoes and pulled. They gave slightly but not enough. I knew I'd have to loosen the laces before I could pull the shoe off. I tried to work the laces loose with my teeth, tongue, and lips. Slowly the loosened, but not quickly enough for Zach for showed his displeased with another crack of the belt that sent a jolt of pain through my stretched balls. I cried out and tried to speed up. Finally I felt the laces were loose enough and returned to the heel. I bit again and pulled. This time there was much more give and I managed to pull it off his heel. Using my mouth and face to push the shoe off Zach's foot, I finally released his foot from the shoe.
`Be faster with the other one Fag or I'll deliver 5 licks of the belt to your balls,' Zach said calmly. I wasn't calm. The last thing I wanted was 5 licks to my balls and so I scrambled to undo and loosen the laces of the other shoe. It felt like an eternity, and Zach gave me no indication of whether I was faster or slower than the first shoe. Eventually, I got Zach's other shoe off and both his socked feet were before me.
Well done Fag. You were faster. Just. Your balls are safe for now. Now bury your face in my socks and inhale their perfume'. I shoved my face into his socked feet and inhaled deeply. The socks stank of sweat, man, and an underlying muskiness. My first instinct was gross' but my second instinct was to suck in another breathe. And I noticed my cock was betraying me again by getting hard at the smell. Zach saw: `Glad you're enjoying this, Fag. It's nice to know there are some duties that you'll enjoy. Now take my socks off. I've got some reading to do and I want your tongue and mouth to worship my feet while I do it'.
I pulled Zach's socks off with my mouth and began licking and kissing his bare feet. Before this I hadn't realised I had a foot fetish, but my rock hard cock told me I absolutely did. I could precum dripping from my head as my tongue danced all over Zach's feet. I was desperate to taste every inch of his feet and equally desperate to please him. Zach was silent above me. I stole a glance and saw that he was indeed just reading a book, ignoring me completely. That made me even hornier. I started to suck on each of Zach's toes, digging my tongue between each one to steal every bit of taste they had.
As Zach continued to ignore me and I continued to worship his feet, I made a mistake. Driven mad by horniness and convinced Zach wasn't paying me any attention, I reached my hand back, took hold of my cock, and started to jerk. I'd barely given it two tugs when Zach baked, what the fuck you do you think you're doing, Fag?!' I froze. I didn't answer. I couldn't. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, FAG?' Zach shouted.
`I'm sorry, Sir, I just...'
`I don't give a fuck what you were just, Fag. You are worshipping my feet because I want you to, not to satisfy your own desires. Weren't you listening? Nothing is ever about your cock and you do not cum, or even touch your cock, without an express command from a brother. This is a very disappointing end to what had been an excellent first day, Fag. I am very disappointed and am going to have to punish you. Turn around'.
I thought about begging him not to. I thought about saying I'd had a moment of madness -- or rather natural reaction -- that I wasn't accustomed to my place yet. I knew each of those things would just make it worse, so I turned, exposing my balls to Zach.
I felt him fondle them, pulling them. Then I felt his belt strike them. I screamed and collapsed onto my elbows, face buried in Zach's floor. Before I had finished screaming, the belt came down again. I beat the floor and started crying. A third strike caused me to lurch forward and up in an attempt to escape. The humbler came into play and only caused me more pain. `Don't run Fag! If you try to run I'll start again!' The fourth and fifth strikes came soon after and I was a weeping wreck when he finished, lying prostrate on the floor.
I heard Zach get up and walk round to me, his bare feet by my head. He squatted down beside me and stroked my hair almost tenderly. `There, there Fag. I know this was hard on you but I need you to understand this is your life now. Disobedience or acting without an order will lead to punishment. I'm doing you a favour by teaching you this early. There are brothers who will be looking for any opportunity to punish you. I don't want to punish you; I'm on your side, but I need you to work with me'.
His hand stroking my hair was very soothing and his voice was a bright light in the dark. I stopped crying in the end and looked up at his handsome face. He was smiling down at me like a kindly father who has had to punish his wayward son, but who is confident the son has learned and won't fuck up again.
`I was going to further punish you by making you sleep in your humbler, but I think you've learned so I will take it off and swap it for your new cage'. I felt him unscrew the humbler and free my scrotum and damaged balls. I then felt his hands under my armpits and he lifted me up onto my feet. I was unsteady on my feet and leaned against him. Zach wrapped his arms around me and kissed the few remaining tears away. I was struggling to match this tender man to the guy who had just inflicted such pain on me, but hadn't he just told me that he didn't want to punish me? I needed to behave so that he didn't have to do it again.
He released me and told me to stay. I heard him rummaging in a draw and then he came back and squatted down in front of me. For a wild moment I thought I was about to get my first blowjob, but was soon disabused of this notion when he slipped a ring around my balls and then locked my cock up in a cage that had clearly been linked to his phone via an app already.
He stood once again and said `there we go, Fag. Now your cock and balls can't lead you astray again. Now, it's been a big day for you so off to bed'. He pointed towards to cage in the corner.
I thanked him and scurried off to my cage, bending to enter the door. Zach closed and locked it behind me. I couldn't lay flat out so I curled up under the blanket and tried to go to sleep.