“You Can Stay in the Fraternity..If You Suck My Dick.”

After I was caught sniffing my dorm room's underwear and socks, my frat brothers allowed me to stay in the fraternity under 2 humiliating conditions.

For the prelude to this chapter, see “Fraternity Brother Blackmailed Me Into Giving Him Head“.

My phone went off while I was reading a book. I picked it up and saw that Geoff had sent me a text.

“The boys and I are having a beer in the alley outside.” He wrote. “Get your ass down here.”

“No thanks.” I replied. “I think I’m just gonna chill in our dorm and read.”

“Faggot, you wanna stay in that dorm and stay in the frat, you’ll get the fuck down here. Now.” Geoff responded.

My Fraternity Brothers Bullied Me Up Against the Wall

I made my way to the alley and couldn’t find anyone.

“Geoff?” I called out. “Anyone here?”

I was about to head back to my dorm room when suddenly, four of my frat brother, Dalton, Dylan, Masterson and Geoff, walked out behind a wall.

“Hey, bro! Geoff greeted me with a mischievous smile. “I told them.”

“How could you” I whimpered. “Especially after what you made me do.”

“You could have said no.” Geoff shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m not gay, guys.” I said to the other frat members.

“So you’re saying you’re not a fag?” Masterson asked me. “Cause your roommate says otherwise.”

“He’s lying!” I screamed. That earned me a hard slap from Geoff.

“You calling me a liar, faggot? Geoff shouted in my face. “You’re the one who sucked my big dick. You’re the one sniffing my laundry.”

“Yeah, about that…” Dylan suddenly spoke up. “What’s that about? If you’re not gay, why you sniffing another dudes sweatsocks?”

“And my boxers, dude!” Geoff said to Dylan. “He had his face buried in my piss and cum stains, man.”

“Bro, you are wack.” Dylan said, flabbergasted. “So are you gay or not? Just tell us. We’re not gonna kick you out of the frat for that.”

“You’re not gonna kick me out?” I said, relieved.

“Not for being a fag.” Masterson replied. “We’re debating throwing you out for sniffing your frat brother’s dirty socks and underwear.”

“We need to trust one another.” Dylan said to me. “We don’t want to have to worry about one of our buddies sniffing our sweaty clothes behind our backs.”

“I’m not gay.” I said, looking down.

“But you’re into another dude’s dirty laundry?”

“I can’t explain that.” I said, eyes remaining down.

“You’re out.” Masterson said, thumbing over his shoulder. “Leave now. A fraternity brother will pack up your stuff and leave it out front.”

“But I—”

“Go. Now.”

“Dude.” Dalton whispered into my ear. “Just admit you’re a fag. They’ll keep you if you’re a homo.”

“But I’m not—”

“Dude, you sucked a dick. You’re a fruit.”

“I—”

“Just say it!”

“Fine. I’m gay.”

“You are?” Masterson said.

“Yeah.” I said, fist clenched. “If it means I get to stay, I’m gay.”

“You Can Stay in the Fraternity on Two Conditions.”

The boys looked at each other and huddled together, talking about me amongst themselves. Finally, Geoff turned around and smiled at me.

“You get to stay in the fraternity.”

“Yes!” I shouted in victory, feeling like an idiot when dead silence and eyebrow-raised stares hit me like daggers.

“One two conditions.” Dalton said.

“Condition number one – you’re our new laundry boy.” Geoff said to me.

“What?” I replied.

“You can sniff our underwear all you want, we just don’t want to know about it.” Dylan said to me. “But you’ll wash everything – laundry, jock straps, uniforms, whatever we tell you to wash.”

“Fine. What’s the second reason.”

“You’re our new frat-fag.” Geoff said, smiling devilishly.

“What?!”

“Listen, we’re not gay, either.” Dalton said, walking closer to me. “But listen, we’re all guys here, we all have needs, right? You’re gonna take care of us when we tell you to.”

“No way, man.”

“Okay.” Dalton said, turning his back to me, about to walk away. “Guys, we suddenly have a vacancy in our frat.”

“Fuck.” I said in frustration.

“It’s not a big deal.” Geoff said. “Just blow us when we tell you to. It’ll be our little secret.”

“Yeah, I mean we’re all into chicks.” Dalton said. “But there are days when our girls won’t put out, or one of us can’t score. If we need to bust a nut, you’ll be there to catch it.” Dalton and Geoff fist-bumped, while Masterson and Dylan walked away.

“We gotta go to work.” Dylan said, walking away with Masterson. “Have fun with the fag, boys.”

“Peace.” Dalton said, waving off his frat brothers while unbuckling his belt. Geoff was behind me and pushed me down to my knees with one hand on my shoulder.

My New Role as the Frat-Fag Was Established

“Go ahead faggot.” Dalton ordered. “ Lick my dick. All the way down and all the way up.”

Starting at the tip, I ran the tip of my tongue along the shaft of Dalton’s thick cock, a waft of sweat hitting my nostrils. I could taste piss and cum all over his skin. Dalton grabbed my chin and yanked my mouth open, then forcibly shoved his meaty dick into my mouth, holding my head like a vice.

“Dude, you weren’t lying.” Dalton said to Geoff, who was watching me worship his frat buddy up close, his arms crossed, his facial expression indicating he was loving the humiliation I was being put through. “This fag can barely get my dick in his mouth!”

Dalton began to thrust in and out of my mouth, and every time he pulled out, I did my best to gasp for air before my mouth was stuffed with big dick again.

“Learn to breath through your nose.” Dalton said to me. “Fuck, I should get one of my ex-girlfriends to give this fag a lesson in sucking dick properly, geez.”

I used his displeasure as incentive, for some reason. I suddenly felt like I had something to prove. I got more comfortable on my knees, adjusted my posture, grabbed the shaft of Dalton’s big cock with one hand and began rubbing his balls with the other. Dalton’s grip on my head got tighter as I used my mouth to slobber all over his meat. I tongued his dickhead when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and sucked like a vacuum when he shoved his dick back in.

“Suck my fuckin’ dick, faggot.” Dalton moaned. “You’re doing great, buddy.”

Geoff laughed at Dalton’s comment.

“I broke the fag in, but you’re easing him right into his new role.” Geoff said to Dalton as they high-fived.

“Geoff…I’m gonna cum in this fags mouth!” Dalton said, panting heavy and breathing hard.

“You’re gonna swallow your frat brother’s cum, are you faggot?” Geoff said to me with authority in his tone. I didn’t have the chance to reply to his question. Dalton’s dick was pulsating in my mouth.

“Ahhhh fuck!” Dalton yelled as he came. I could feel one cumshot after another hit my tonsils.

“Take it fag.” Dalton gasped. “Fucking take my load, bitch.”

There was too much cum, I had to swallow quickly, while some of it seeped out of the corners of my mouth. Dalton was a big shooter.

“Faggot.” Dalton said, looking down on me with disgust as he adjusted his zipper and belt buckle. Geoff ruffled his fingers through my hair as some sort of approval gesture before the both of them walked out of the alley together, leaving me on my knees.

TO BE CONTINUED.