TEN. Puttine things together
As soon as Colton gets home from his event—his "boring, tedious, frustrating event and a plate of overcooked chicken"—Dante is just getting out of the shower after his "guests" left. Colton holds him in his arms, loving the scent of his freshly washed lavender-smelling body.
"I missed you so much tonight, sweetheart. There were two keynote addresses which to my mind were decidedly off-key, superfluous, and had little to do with the issues that are most on our minds. I made it through bY thinking about you and how much I cherish you, and trying to decide more ways to zap your masochistic nerve center. I'm looking forward to reading what you managed to write tonight."
Dante had printed out the pages, knowing that Colton would want to read them. "Why don't you be a good boy and massage my tired feet while I read this," he tells Dante. "Just use your hands, not your mouth. I'm sure they're sweaty and probably stinky as well."
And so while Colton reads the latest installment in the story, Dante goes to get a bowl of warm soapy water and a wash cloth. He kneels at Colton's feet, removes his shoes and socks and washes his Master's feet, massaging the most important pressure points and making sure that all the sweaty smell is gone. He makes gentle adoring love to his Master's feet and is rewarded with deep moans and wiggling toes while Colton tries to concentrate on what he's reading.
Once they're in bed and Dante is lying in Colton's arms, they chat for a while. "You did a masterful job following up on the prompt I gave at the end of my section. Perceptive, realistic and honest. I especially admire that you had the slaveboy pick up on the sarcasm in Brock's remarks."
"You know, I didn't think about that at all when I wrote Brock's remarks about the good aspects of fratslavery (how did you like that word?!). It all came rather easily. But then when it was time for Spike to speak I surprised myself with the word "sarcastic." Then I looked back over what I had written and gosh damn! it was true. There was a subtle sarcasm in everything Brock told him. It's crazy, Daddy! There it was, what I'd written, and I never realized how pathetic Brock's explanation was, how manipulative and also how demeaning."
"My lover the genius," says Colton, tweaking a nipple, which causes the boy to nibble on Colton's earlobe. "So tell me now, my love: how much of what you wrote describes your life as my slaveboy husband?
Dante is silent for a while. "I'm going to have to look back and read what I wrote again before I can answer you." And with that he lets out a large involuntary yawn.
"Sleep now, my tired little boy. There's time in the morning to look everything over again. I really want to know how much of what you wrote is based on what you need in real life. Tomorrow morning, sweet stuff. Sleepies now, baby." Colton takes a hand and uses it to close his lover's eyes as he slides it down the boy's face. Slumber claims the two of them and all is right in their world.
Dante dreams of being bound in the hold of an ancient slave ship until a band of pirates seizes the ship. A swashbuckling pirate with a patch over his eye and a sword in his hand uses the sword to sever the ropes holding the slaves captive. It's Colton come to rescue him. He picks up the frightened boy, hoists him over his shoulder and manages to jump from one ship to the other before bringing the boy to his own cabin and making love to him. He looks so much like Colton. No accident there!
Colton, on the other hand, had trouble getting to sleep. He would have been tossing and turning, but with Dante alongside him, he made an effort to keep his body still even though his mind was churning around so fast it was all a blur. They're deeply in love with each other; that's a given. But what does that mean? What does it cost?
How do they work out all the many aspects of their lives and their relationship? Sometimes it seems like they'll ever get it all together. Then he reminds himself that it's not necessary. Whoever said they had to get it all together?
The sun was close to coming up when finally Colton was able to sleep now that he's managed to resolve so much.
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Dante stirred around 8 am. He opened his eyes and remembered where he was. He smiled, then leaned over and kissed Colton's nick and back. Colton groaned. "Hey boy, didn't sleep well. 2 more hours, okay?" Dante kissed him quickly and then got out of bed and took care of his morning stuff. He made himself some coffee and went right to his laptop. Two hours! A perfect amount of time to write more of the story. He takes a couple minutes to look back over what's been going on so far. Ah yes! The homophobic roommate.
. . . . . fratslave: the story continues . . . .
Beneath all the homophobic crap there's really a nice guy in his roommate Chris. Chris knows how guys who think like him act when they get a faggot alone somewhere. He wants to protect the kid from that. So he sets his clock for 4:30 am, then wakes Smitty (Spike) up. "Hey dude," he says while shaking the boy awake, "go take a shower. It won't be safe in there once everyone's start getting up. They'll end up gang-raping you."
Smitty gets himself up and nods his head. "Yeah. Good thinking. thanks, Chris," and he heads off to the showers. Chris is snoring when he gets back so he quietly gets back into bed himself to get some more sleep. Chris' alarm goes off at 8. They both have 9 am classes. Chris' alarm is so loud it wakes them both up. As he opens the door to go take a shower, something falls on the floor in front of him. It's some kind of note for Smitty, sealed. "Hey, Smitty. Someone left this for you."
He opens it after Chris leaves. It's a folded piece of notepaper with the KGFseal on it. He opens it. There are two words written in an ornate hand-written style. "Obey everyone." Fuck!
It doesn't take long. Chris brings another towel-clad twink in with him when he gets back from his shower. "So faggot," he says, "my buddy Pat here wants something from you. Get down on your knees."
Smitty kneels and Pat walks right up to him and drops his towel. Very blond. Very buff. Very hard and dripping. Right away, Smitty licks off the pre-cum and gets his mouth right over his dick and gets right into it. This guy's the perfect size as far as he's concerned. He's playing with the guy's balls in one hand and he puts the other hand around on the guy's ass so he can prevent the guy from backing up any.
"Fucking faggot!" Pat yells, backs off then starts smacking Smitty across the face. "Keep your fucking hands off my body faggot. The only part of me you get is my cock. Now get back to work. No hands!" It's harder to give a good blow job this way but he does his best. At some point Pat gets annoyed and grabs him by the back of his head then starts fucking his face himself. Of course, this is just fine with the KGF pledge. In fact, it's the best way at all because Pat's not big enough to get him gagging or choking.
"This faggots' mouth is better than a fucking pussy," he tells Chris as he rams himself into the sub's throat and shoots his salty load down there as well. "Suck it tight while I pull out," he tells the sub. Interesting. Most guys don't even want to be touched right after cumming. Pat wants him to suck all the remaining cum out of his dick with a tight mouth. Shit, this is hot! And there was a lot more cum for him to suck out of the prepper's cock. It was all worth the additional face-slaps the Pat landed on him until Chris spoke up. "that's enough, Pat. don't wear the kid out."
So—now get this: Pat picks up his towel and as he's wrapping it around his slender waist he looks over at Chris and tells him, "Hey, thanks, dude. This was great!" and walks out. Not a word to the guy who just pleasured his dick and swallowed his load. Chris gets the credit. And to add insult to injury, as soon as Pat's gone Chris says "Okay dude. You owe me for this morning. Get over here and munch my toes again like a good boy."
Secretly Smitty is hoping that by the time the two weeks are up Chris will change his mind and let Smitty get to know his cock intimately, as well as for everything that comes out of it. –Well, not everything, if you get my meaning.
The boy doesn't have a class from 10-11. He heads back to his room and passes by a guy who stops. "You're the one, right? the cocksucker?" "Obey everyone," Spike thinks to himself. "Yes that's right,' he answers the guy. "Well then get in here, faggot!" He opens his door and motions for Spike to enter. It's only the two of them there. The roommate isn't home. "So get to it!" says the guy who pulls down his sweats and boxers and stands there. "Get it in your mouth and use your tongue to get it hard," he says and, of course,
Spike obeys every single thing this guy makes him do. Every position, every place to lick or suck, the taste of his balls and ass and feet (!) then the guy strokes himself and cums on his own front. "Lick it all off me," is the expected order that Spike obeys.
And so goes the week. Day after day, cock after cock. To his surprise, not many feet. But damn, a couple of his classmates are repeat customers and each time he's servicing them they're getting more and more demanding. The worst part for him is late afternoons and nights because most of them only showered that morning. Spike gets very close to demanding they shower first but . . . well, but he fears that somehow Brock will find out, and he's afraid he'll be in trouble.
Shit! Look how he's already thinking—like some kind of slave afraid of getting punished by his Master. As soon as he figures that out he feels himself starting to get hard. Holy shit! The idea, just the fucking idea, is enough to get him hard. "Yeah fucker," he tells himself, "you're cut out for the slave life. don't fucking deny it."
He thinks over the 12 points Brock made with him—well at least the ones he remembers . . yeah, they're sarcastic in a demeaning sort of way but after all, that's already starting to influence the way he's thinking. Yes, indeed. And that's just fine. This faggot is surrendering to the inevitable. And it only took four days for it to happen.
So now, Spike begins to wonder if he can move the date up and start pledging sooner.
He finds another note under his door when he gets back to his room Thursday night after supper, after blowing one guy in the cafeteria bathroom. This one is typewritten because it's longer: "These two weeks are part of your training, pledge." He has to wonder if they can read his mind, or maybe it's just that these are the things that enters a pledge's mind. Pledge. Shit! He's training as a pledge.
It is so fucking hard to pay attention in class. Besides, he's seen Les Miz twice. He doesn't need to read the book too. And then the wildest thing of all happens. His prof tells him to drop by his office around 4 pm. This man is very tall and very grey and very smart. AS it turns out, he's also very perverted. He makes Spike get naked right there in his office.
Then he binds Spike's hands behind his back and puts a gag in his mouth (he keeps a number of toys in his desk) then puts his hands to the boy's nipples and knows just how to take the boy the brink then back down quickly and turn his attention to another way to torment the boy. He puts on a pair of leather gloves and starts smacking the boy's balls back and forth while the boy's legs are spread as wide as possible. When he gets tired of that, he takes out a big tube of Ben Gay . . . . then sits back and watches the boy's face as the pain sets in.
`here, kid. I'll give you something to distract you." Fine. Just fine. He puts weighted clips on the boy's nipples that are already sore and the boy tries to scream out behind his gag."
"There. Now you have something else to think about." This man is a true sadist.
By the time the good professor gets done with his student, Spike is soaking wet from all the sweat, there are tear stains on his cheeks, and the first thing he has to do when the prof sets his hands free is blow his nose. The prof orders the boy to remove the nipple clamps himself and then sits back to watch the fun from that little act.
There's a half-bath on the side of the office. The professor gets a damp cloth and carefully helps wipe and dry the sweat from the boy's head and shoulders. Before Spike leaves the office the prof tells him "I have a well-equipped dungeon in my home. When and if you're ready to learn more about pain, just give me a call. I won't forget your name, Smitty." What can he do? He thanks the professor and leaves. He tosses the prof's card in the first trash barrel he comes to.
What to do, what to do? He's really exhausted and also upset by what happened to him. Was that planned? How could it happen that one of his own professors would turn out to be a student-molesting sadist? If he could, Spike would just shake his fist in the air and curse the author of this story for making that happen.
He gets a bright idea: go to the movies. What a great way to hide out for a few hours! But then he remembers. He has to ask for permission to spend money on anything other than his meals. Is it worth risking punishment to even ask? No, it isn't. Once again he feels like he's being punched in the gut as he realizes just how un-free he's already become. He's got several thousand dollars in the bank but he can't get permission to spend money on a ticket to the movies!
He thought that the nest egg he had stashed away would give him some power over his future. The frat is taking power over his power! He was planning to meet with someone at the bank tomorrow but Brock had arranged for a bank officer to meet with them on campus instead. Brock will be sitting in when they meet. Bit by bit, his sense of autonomy is being siphoned away. KGFwill have all the control unless he decides to put a stop to it.
What kind of an organization is this that has so much power over him? What web is being woven around him?
. . . to be continued . . .
END OF CHAPTER TEN
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