My Place in the Frat- Chapter 3
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I had no words. What could I say? I was straddled across my football player roommate wearing nothing but panties and a bra and grinding on him like my life depended on it. "This isn't what it looks like" would never have cut it.
"Holy shit," Chris repeated. "What sort of gay shit is going on in this room?"
"Nothing, bro," said Joe, reassuring him. "I'm not gay. 100% straight alpha here, nothing to worry about. This little pansy, on the other hand, is definitely a queer. You ever used a faggot before?"
I knew where this was headed, and I couldn't believe it. I was happy to have a roommate that let me service his body, but I didn't really want this to turn into a bigger thing. Chris was hot as hell, no doubt. He had short brown hair and some stubble on his face, with deep brown eyes that made the ladies think there was a sensitive soul beneath the gruff exterior. But I soon found out that, for faggots like me at least, there was no room for sensitivity.
"No, of course not, what the fuck man," replied Chris, disgust in his voice. "I mean we had a few in my high school but all we ever did was give em wedgies, shove them in lockers and make kissy faces at em. They probably got off on that shit but we were just reminding them of their place."
"This is the same shit, Chris. Sure, is this little bitch happiest when he's being held by a real man? Of course. But I do it because this is how queers deserve to be treated, and alphas deserve to bust a nut whenever they need to. See any harm in that?" I'll give it to Joe, he laid out a pretty clear case.
"I guess notÉ" Chris said, with his voice fading as his eyes wandered to me sitting on Joe's lap, ashamed and feeling exposed. "I suppose he looks enough like a girl."
Joe was encouraged by Chris's realization. "Exactly. And the best thing is you can have whatever you want with little fagboys like this one. Watch." Joe lifted me up and threw me on the bed, crawling on top of my chest. "Lick these nuts, boy," he demanded. I flicked my tongue out and started lapping at Joe's huge nuts. I knew Chris was watching but couldn't help myself. I had this hunk of a man on top of me, lowering his nuts onto my face and he was letting me lick them clean! I started getting ravenous and licked every part of his nuts, played with them on my tongue, and started sniffing the part where his balls meet his legs.
"See, a total slut for men, and it's not even gay. You're in full control of the relationship. None of that `equality' crap. Look at this princess. Do you think he has any impression that he's my equal or has the same power in this situation?" Joe had a point. With his junk in my mouth, crushed underneath his body and lying in skimpy women's clothing, I knew who called the shots here.
"Interesting," admitted Chris. "So if I said `Hey fag, get over here and kiss my feet,' he would justÉ do it?"
Joe pulled his balls out of my mouth, sat up, and just looked at me. He didn't say a word, but his eyes had a stern look about them and I understood what was expected of me. I crawled off the bed and dropped to Chris's feet. I looked up at him, begging with my eyes for him to show me the sensitive side of him that all the girls saw.
"I said kiss."
No mercy after all. I lowered my head and brought it to his black sock. It smelled different than Joe's. Joe wore his socks to football practice, threw them in the laundry, and expected a woman (or fag) in his life to clean them. Chris wasn't really an athlete like Joe, but he was the kind of guy that just fit all the dude stereotypes, including wearing clothes multiple days in a row. These socks had been on him for a few days at least.
I brought my mouth to it and planted a kiss.
"The other one, sissy," ordered Chris, looking down at me. I obliged, kissing the other foot and inhaling a bit as I pulled away.
"Shit, did you just smell that on purpose? Wow, you really are a queer. I guess even a man's foot is a gift to you. Here, how about you stand up and show me how you treat a frat bro."
I did as he told me to and stood up, but I didn't know what he wanted. He grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and started dancing with me. The music was faded through his door but loud enough for me to hear a beat, so I started moving with him and rubbing my body against his.
"Yeah baby, this frat boy's gonna take you home tonight and treat you like a real woman." I didn't know how to respond so I just kept dancing on him. I soon felt a slap to my ass.
"I was talking to you slut. I said I'm gonna treat you like a real woman. What do you say to that?"
I knew I had to play this game. Joe and Chris had me right where they wanted me, and even if I tried to run, I'm sure I wouldn't even make it to the door.
"Oh Daddy Chris, I want you to take me to your bed and cover me in your load. I want to be your princess for the night." I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth, but it seemed to do the trick for Chris.
He spun me back around, looked me in the eye, and said "Open up." I opened my mouth, waiting for a second not knowing what was coming. I felt so vulnerable, looking at this man with my mouth open just waiting for him to decide what to do with it.
"Suck," he told me, shoving a finger into it. I did, never losing eye contact with him. He smiled and laughed a cocky, deep laugh. "Look at her, she really is loving it!" He was talking to Joe, who at this point was just stepping out of the bathroom from taking a leak.
"No shit, I told you. Little slut just needs something in that mouth of hers to keep her happy, and as long as it's from a man, it'll do," Joe explained.
"I can think of one way to test that," said Chris, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He pulled his finger out and he said "Open again." I obliged. Another awkward moment with my mouth open and Chris's patient smile. Then he grabbed my chin and spit right into my mouth.
I didn't dare react or close my mouth. I just kept it open until he gave another instruction.
"Wow, you weren't kidding," laughed Chris. "Okay, I suppose the fag is ready for the real thing," he said, pushing me back to my knees. I was eye-level with his crotch, and he whipped out a perfect cock. It wasn't overly big or veiny or anything like that, it was just a jock's cock and it was enough to please any bitch. I couldn't believe I was about to be one of them.
"You know the drill, faggot. Open." I did as he commanded, and he laid the head on my tongue, giving it a couple slaps and rubbing it all over. I kept my mouth open and my eyes up so he knew I was okay with it. Not that he cared.
"Alright, suck. Show Daddy Chris that he's your king."
I wrapped my lips around his cock and slurped it in, letting my tongue run over it to taste Chris as much as I could. He seemed to like that and thrust his hips forward, smacking his balls against my chin as he did so.
"Yeah bitch, you like these nuts on your chin?" He laughed with Joe, two bros living the dream.
All I could do was murmur a "mhm" through a mouthful of dick, but Chris and Joe already knew how happy I was. They were sending me to faggot heaven, and they wouldn't let me forget it.
Chris started to take more control of the situation, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me up and down on his cock. I let him lead, as he was the man and I was the whore. He picked up on my submission.
"Letting a man use you like this, pathetic. I bet you've wanted this your entire life. A man to take control and show you your place, treat you like the queen you are. Well you're lucky my main Joe here saw right through your bullshit and got you on your knees where you belong. Now you've had two cocks in your mouth, and you're about to have two loads in that belly of yours." Chris gave me a playful pat to the cheek, which encouraged me even more. I opened up my throat to take him all in and felt his cock go deep into me.
"Ohh yeah baby, take it, take Daddy's pussy-slayer." I whined, getting too excited for what was t come. Chris laughed briefly but then took a much more serious tone. He quickly grabbed my head and, before I knew it, was pumping his load down my throat. He grabbed my head to steady himself, and he stood there for a minute panting and looking down at me on my knees.
"Fuck, Joe, you weren't kidding. These faggots aren't half-bad. Clean this up slut," he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth slowly so that I could suck off any remaining spunk from his dick.
"Not gonna lie," continued Chris, "when I walked in here and saw this fairy on your lap, I had serious doubts about letting either of you into our frat. Now, I think it was a great choice. We just got one cool bro and a horny little faggot. New brothers are always great, but I think this little one is going to be useful to the brothers in his own way," said Chris with a smile.
"For sure, man," said Joe. He walked up to him and gave him a fist bump. "I'm pumped to be joining, and I'm glad I can bring around this little piece of ass so you have a place to unload if you need it. In fact, why don't you keep her tonight? I was planning on going downstairs and finding an actual pussy to rail tonight, and I could use the room alone without this faggot drooling over my dick in the corner."
"You sure? Sounds good to me. I'll have the little bitch back tomorrow," promised Chris.
"No worries. Enjoy!" And with that, my roommate had just left me in the care of some guy I barely knew, but was fully expected to obey. Not knowing what to do, I started to put my clothes back on.
"What do you think you're doing?" asked Chris.
"Going to bedÉ" I replied, a hint of attitude in my voice.
Chris looked at me with a serious face. "And you need men's clothes to do that?"
I sighed. This wasn't a battle I was going to win, so I crawled into his bed. I figured Chris would probably say something like "faggots sleep on the floor" or "suck my dick while I fall asleep," but none of that came. Chris was being stern with me because he was the man in this relationship, but he also understood my needs. He just crawled into bed and cuddled up behind me, his dick a little hard again in his boxer shorts. He put an arm around me and, before I realized it, he was spooning me.
"I told you I was going to treat you like a real woman, didn't I baby" And with what, I fell asleep in his manly arms, both restraining me and protecting me.
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