Jayson’s ankle chain had been attached to a bolt in the wall. He had tried to pry it free, but without any success. Ryan had removed the mask and reduced the size of his mouth gag, so it was more comfortable. He was naked except for the tube entrapping his penis and the metal container around his balls. Ryan had come in at lunchtime and allowed Jayson to eat. Any attempt to talk to Ryan was quickly shut down.
“Okay, faggot. Time for you to earn your keep,” Ryan said, and he removed the bolt and attached the leash to the collar. He led Jayson out of the room and down one flight to where the president’s room was.
As they walked down the hall, they ran into Fred.
“Have you seen Jayson?” he asked. “Haven’t seen him for a couple of days.”
“He told me he had something to do and might be gone for a couple of days. Isn’t that right, faggot?” Ryan asked, looking at an incognito Jayson. Jayson simply shook his head.
“Still have him around, I see.”
“Yeah, he’s a lot of work but he’s also a lot of fun. He’s making some major life decisions today.” Jayson looked at Ryan quizzically, trying to figure out what those life decisions were.
“Well, enjoy,” Fred said as he turned and walked away.
“I will enjoy,” Ryan smirked as he led Jayson into the president’s room. Jayson removed the arm corset holding Jayson’s arms behind his back. He pulled out his little control gadget and showed it to Jayson, reminding him to behave.
“Okay, there are some collapsed moving boxes there. Reconstitute them, tape them open, and after that, pack all your clothes in them.”
Jayson looked at Ryan, and he laughed. “You’re doing a good thing and making a large goodwill donation. You aren’t going to be needing much in the way of clothes.”
Jayson started protesting, although only muffled sounds came out. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, and his hands flew to his balls. The pain was intense.
“I wouldn’t make this any harder than it has to be,” Ryan said.
Jayson did as instructed. There were one or two items of clothing that he hesitated over, such as his high school letterman’s jacket, and a couple of shirts from his grandmother.
“Those mean something special, huh?” Ryan asked. Jayson shook his head yes. “Too fucking bad. Those days are over, so pack them up.” Ryan did keep a few items of clothes such as shorts and a few shirts. But since Jayson would mainly be naked, he didn’t need much.
Once finished, Ryan said, “Good boy,” as he patted Jayson on the head. He laughed at the look he received. “I’ll have some of the pledges take those away. Oh, I need you to sign something.” With that, he walked Jayson over to his desk and handed him a pen. He pointed to a line on a sheet of paper, but the text on the page was covered.
“You’ll find out what it is later.” Jayson knew he had no choice, so he signed. Afterward, he was returned to the attic room, where he spent the afternoon lying on the floor, chained to the wall.
“Hello faggot,” Ryan said as he walked in the door that evening. “Time to get you ready for the fraternity leadership meeting.” Jayson looked at Ryan with pleading in his eyes and shook his head.
“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy it. We have to elect a new president since you sent in your resignation today.” Jayson just looked on in horror. “After all, couldn’t have a faggot urinal cumdump as the leader, could we? Besides, you ask to perform another function for the frat.”
When Ryan approached with the leather mask, Jayson elected not to fight him. He knew if he tried, the remote unit would come out. Once the mask was in place and his arms restrained behind his back in the arm corset, Ryan picked up the leash and led Jayson out in the hall and down the steps. They went down two sets of stairs to the main floor, where, as they exited the hallway, they ran into Fred, Jayson’s best friend.
“You still have that faggot around?” he asked.
“Yeah, he likes it here. Who knows? Maybe he will be around for a while,” Ryan smirked.
“Aren’t you going to the council meeting?” Fred inquired.
“Yeah, we are on our way there now. Faggot here has a proposal for the council. See you there.” He smiled as he continued down the hallway. He passed several other brothers who added comments. A couple slapped Jayson on the ass. They finally reached the meeting room. When Ryan walked in, almost everyone else was already there.
“What the fuck is he doing here? You know this leadership only,” the vice president, Rodrigo, said.
“Well, he has an offer to make, and it’s not like we are discussing top secret shit. Besides, even if we were, faggot here would keep quiet. Right, boy?”
Jayson nodded yes as Ryan walked him over to a wall, turned him, and applied pressure until he sank to his knees and sat his butt on his ankles. Ryan made him spread his legs so his metal-encased groin could be easily seen. At that moment, Fred and the last council member walked through the door.
“Okay, I call this meeting to order,” Rodrigo said.
“But Jayson, our president, isn’t here,” one of the members said. No one saw the look that Ryan gave to Jayson or the satisfied little smirk on his face.
“That will be the first order of business. I received two texts today, followed by a hand-delivered letter from Jayson. In the first text, he resigned as the president of the frat, and in the second, he resigned from the frat. He formally repeated both resignations t in the letter.” Jayson was horrified when he heard that. He looked over at Ryan, who just smiled at him.
“Why would he do that?” Fred asked.
“Well, according to the text and his letter, and I quote, ‘I find that I am not the person I was and feel that I no longer possess the requisite qualifications to be president. The frat needs a strong leader. Additionally, I no longer believe that I embody the qualities needed to be a member of Alpha, Alpha, Alpha. Therefore, I am not only resigning as president, but am also resigning from the frat and disavowing all ties to it and to the brothers. I wish the frat great success in its future.”
“Are you sure that is from Jayson? He has said nothing of it to me.” Fred demanded. “Although I haven’t seen him in a few days. The occasional text to say he is doing okay and ‘thinking through’ some things.” Jayson wasn’t surprised to hear this, as Ryan had been on Jayson’s phone for over the last couple of days.
“It came from his phone, and the signature of the letter matches, so, yeah, I think it is from him.”
There was a lot of side talk and murmuring among the group until the vice president slammed his hand on the table. “Well, no matter what we think, although I never saw him as a quitter, he has quit. So, first order of business is to elect a new president.”
“We assume that will be you,” Ryan said.
“Normally, yes, but I am doing the next semester abroad, so I will not be around, and I think we need someone here full-time. I believe the best choice would be to elect Ryan.”
“But he is the pledge captain.”
“He can do both, I’m sure. Do I have a second for my nomination?”
“I’ll second it,” Fred said.
“Any other nominees?” The group remained silent. The vote was taken, and Ryan became the new president of the frat by unanimous vote. Jayson was not happy because Ryan was truly ruining his life and everything in it.
“I’ll now turn the meeting over to you,” Rodrigo said.
“Thank you. As I stated earlier, when I led the faggot into the room…”
“Isn’t that politically incorrect? And want it get us into trouble?” one of the members asked.
“Look, he has it tattooed in two places, above his cock and on his cock head, so I pretty much think that is what he is and that he is okay being called that. Besides, that is how he asked to be referred to.” As Ryan said this, he quickly taped the remote in his pocket. “Isn’t that correct, Faggot?” Ryan said in Jayson’s direction.
Jayson jerked as he felt a jolt to his balls, followed by his nodding his head yes. His nodding became a little more vigorous when he felt the second jolt.
“Okay, then faggot it will be.”
“As I was saying, the faggot came to me earlier in the week and asked for a trial run at the frat. Thus, his duty at the party the other night, and his continued duties in the park.”
“In the park?”
“Yes, he went to Pickup Acres and acted as a cumdump to a bunch of skinheads. He was in heaven throughout,” Ryan replied. “I’ve never seen anyone look so happy to be used.” Jayson automatically shook his head yes when he saw Ryan’s hand heading for his pocket. As far as the guys in the room were concerned, he was a happy little camper.
“And what about this ‘trial run’? Trial run for what?”
“Well, he wanted to see if serving a frat was what he really desired. And it is. So, he has proposed a work contract with us,” Ryan said as he pulled out a set of papers. “In it, he requests a job as the “faggot of all work”.”
“Faggot of all work?” someone asked.
“Yes, it is a play on an English Term – ‘Maid of all work.’ It refers to a maid who works in a household, doing all the work. No specific role. In this position, he would be responsible for keeping the house clean, doing everyone's laundry, keeping up with shopping, and serving as the point of contact for all house-related matters. He would be the frat contact for all outside vendors, etc. Also, he would act as a concierge to everyone, running errands, helping with homework, etc., etc. In essence, he would be all things to all brothers. And the last part of the contract emphasis, ‘All other chores as assigned.’ And we all know what those other chores would be,” Ryan concluded with a small laugh.
“And he is doing all this for free? I don’t think that will fly,” Fred, a would-be lawyer, said.
“No, he is not doing this for free. He is asking for the federal minimum wage, which is 7.25 and hour. And he is asking to work 16 hours a day, seven days a week. And is asking for no fringe benefits.”
“16 hours a day? That would give him no time for himself. Plus, even at minimum wage, it would entail overtime at time-and-a-half. How much would this cost us?”
“First, he feels his purpose in life is to serve, so he doesn’t want any time for himself. As for the cost, it would be very little. At 112 hours a week, his wage for the first 40 hours would be $290. His wage for the other 82 hours, at time and a half, would be $891.75. For a total weekly cost of $1181.75.”
“That’s a lot of …” Fred began.
“Let me finish. He asks that we deduct 10% for charity, bringing his income down to $1063.75. He proposes paying us $750 a week for room and board, reducing his income to $ 313.75 a week. Or a little over a net of $16,000 cash outlay a year. Now, a lot of that will go to his taxes, so we would be giving him very little actual cash. What he does earn, he wishes to be placed in a trust fund for future use. Of course, we would have to pay taxes, social security, etc., etc., but it would come down to a small amount which we could afford.”
Fred speaks up, “It would be nice not to have to worry about piddly little shit we all have to do. And since he seems to want it, why not? Just make sure we dot all the Is and cross all the Ts.”
“But, does he really want it?” a skeptical brother asked.
Ryan looked at Jayson and said, “Stand up.” He struggled to do so, but Ryan assisted.
“Okay, let’s look at this. 1) He is wearing a leash and a collar. 2) He has the word FAG tattooed in his groin and on his cockhead, which is tattooed pink. 3) His cock is permanently encased in a metal tube.”
“Permanently? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am. If you see here, you see the head of two bars which pierce through the cock to the other side and have been sealed with liquid weld. It would be almost impossible to get that thing off. 4) His balls have been similarly encased and again permanently. 5) He spent the other night as a urinal to the frat and as a cumdump to some random strangers. 6) He has had some recent tattoos to explain himself. He has asked that those be revealed tonight.” Ignoring the pleading look in Jayson’s eyes, he quickly removed the dressings from both biceps and pecs. It took the brothers a moment to read and process what they saw.
“You have to be fucking kidding me,” one of the brothers said as he stood up to more closely exam Jayson. “That is just fucking disgusting. I guess he really does want this lifestyle.” Jayson’s body blushed at the comment.
Fred, in particular, took a close look at what stood before him: 6’4 inches of solid, well-developed musculature weighing in at 240 pounds. Bright blue eyes peered from the eyeholes in the leather mask. His biceps were 19” and solid; his pecs stood out from his chest like pillows. Two rock-hard pillows. His nipples were encased in two decorative tit shields which were permanently attached. He had rock-solid abs with a very prominent six-pack. He was hairless from the neck down. His cock was encased in a decorative metal tube (apparently permanently) with his cockhead, tattooed pink, outside the tube. The balls were similarly encased in a metal device. (Unknown to the group, this placed his balls under constant pressure.)
And then there were the tattoos. On his right bicep was a tattoo of a urinal. In case anyone was unsure what that was about, the tattoo on his right pec left no doubt. In solid black letter, it reads “PISS DRINKING”. The tattoo on the right pec, also in solid black letters, read “CUM DUMP.” To further reinforce this significance, the tattoo on the right bicep showed an open mouth with a cock spurting cum into it. So, the story across his upper body showed, in pictures and words, a “PISS DRINKING CUM DUMP.”
To resolve any lingering doubts, the word FAG was tattooed at the base of his cock, and also on his pink cockhead. Anyone looking at him would have no doubts about his preferred place in life. And Ryan would eventually make sure that if anyone did have any doubt, Jayson would more than happily assure them that this is what he wanted.
Fred shook his head as he said, “Well, I think that definitely answers the question if he wants this. He has gone to great lengths to ensure it is well-advertised. Of course, it could be covered with some clothing, I guess.”
“True,” Ryan said. “But it has donated most of its clothing to Goodwill, so that isn’t really an option. What is left is very revealing: sleeveless tank tops, deep cleavage spaghetti strap tanks, tight leather shorts. He has gone to a lot of trouble with his body and wants to show it off, all the time.” Jayson was stunned to hear Ryan talk about donating his clothes. Just another nail in the coffin of his life.
“I move that we accept the faggot’s contract and put him to some useful work,” Fred said. Jayson was mortified to hear his best friend motioning to enslave him.
With little to no discussion, the motion carried. Ryan freed Jayson’s arms from his restraints while whispering quietly, “Take any actions I don’t like, and I will fry your worthless balls.” Jayson shivered at the tone of voice because he knew it was true. Once freed, Jayson signed the contract using his real name, as it was typed there. Ryan signed as president of the frat, and Rodrigo co-signed. Rodrigo did not see the page with Jayson’s real name, so he was still in the dark, as were all the others. Once the signing was complete, Ryan handcuffed Jayson’s hands behind his back and pushed him back to his knees. The council meeting then discussed other issues.
“Any other concerns or questions?” Ryan asked to close out the meeting.
“Yeah, what do we call him?” someone asked, pointing to Jayson.
“Faggot would be my choice,” someone said.
“Agree that would be okay, but some people might take objection to that. And we certainly don’t want to call him by his real name, since he seems to have left that name behind. I suggest we call him PDCD, or PD for short,” Fred argued. Jayson’s self-esteem sank even further as he heard his best friend further dehumanize him.
“PDCD?” one of the guys asked.
“Yeah, short for Piss Drinking Cum Dump. It would remind him of his place every time. And PD or CD, depending on what you wanted to use him for, could be shorthand for that,” Fred replied.
Ryan looked over at his former rival. “I think that is perfect. Don’t you PDCD?” Jayson slowly nodded his head. He could not see a way out of this, although he hadn’t given up just yet.
“So, do we get to see PD, or is he always going to be masked, chastised, unknown?” Fred asked.
Ryan’s initial thought was to keep the identity secret a little longer. But he realized what effect the revealing would have. Fred, Jayson’s best friend, would probably be devastated, and most of the council would be in shock. Ryan decided that would give him a decided advantage in continuing Jayson’s control and training.
“Sure, I think we should know who we are getting,” Ryan said as he walked over. Jayson shook his head “no”, but Ryan ignored it as he unlocked and then unzipped the leather mask at the back. He maneuvered the mask off, but in such a way that the face remained hidden from view.
“And now I give you, our very own Faggot, PDCD previously known as …….” Ryan paused before whipping the mask away to expose the face. “…Jayson.”
Leaping to his feet, Fred screamed in horror, “Jayson, what the fucking hell?”
“I always knew he was a freak,” was heard from one member at the same time.
A loud and prolonged scream of pleasure erupted from Jayson’s mouth as his body arched rigidly high into the air. His cock responded by pumping out spurt after spurt of thick white cum. There was such force behind it that it hit the wall behind his head, the ceiling, and all over his body from the head to his abs. It seemed to go on for an eternity before his body relaxed. And he fell back to the bed covered in cum and sweat. He was practically covered in cum. He was rapidly breathing. That was easily the most intense ejaculation he had ever experienced. Even more so than the last three produced by this nightmare.
“Keep it down in there,” someone laughed as his obvious sounds of pleasure were heard down the hall.
“Fuck, what is wrong with you?” Jayson said out loud as he was trying to reconcile his dream, no nightmare, with the pleasure that had coursed through his body and the cum that was everywhere. He continued to try to control his breathing but was also aware that his cock, although not rock hard, was still engorged and leaking cum from the head. Just from instinct, his hand scooped up the cum and brought it to his mouth, where he imbibed it.
“Someone is having a good time,” a voice said as a bang sounded at his door.
“Certainly is,” was the reply from a second voice as the pair moved down the hallway.
Suddenly, he jerked his hand away and sat up on the edge of the bed with his head in his sticky hands. “What is wrong with you?” he asked. He had no answer. He stood up, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist, not even trying to clean himself up. What was the point? Everyone had heard his orgasm. He opened the door and headed to the bathroom. As he stepped out, the two who had yelled earlier turned to look.
“Damn, it must have been good. Look at all that cum,” one laughed.
“He looks like Frosty the Snowman.”
Jayson turned red as he tried to ignore them, and he headed into the bathroom, only to be met by Ryan, who was coming out.
“Whoa. You must have a really talented right hand,” he smirked. As he did so, he reached out and ran a finger across Jayson’s chest, making sure to come in contact with the nipple. When Ryan touched him, Jayson felt an electric charge shoot through his body. His mind pulled up images of him from his nightmare: the encapsulation of his cock, the insertion of the funnel, kneeling in the public park, sitting in the tattoo studio, and standing in the council room as the leather mask was removed. He felt his cock harden almost instantly and felt several dribbles of precum escape.
Ryan noticed the towel moving. “Damn, stud, looks like you are ready to go again. I guess the feel of a real man sets you off.” He then brought his cum covered finger up and touched Jayson’s lips.
“Fuck you,” Jayson said as he pushed the finger and then Ryan aside. As he walked past, Ryan rubbed his finger on the towel covering Jayson’s ass. Jayson felt the thrill again. He turned on the nearest shower, at the coldest setting, and stepped under it, not bothering to remove the towel. Ryan laughed as he left the room. Jayson leaned against the wall as the cold water ran over his body, doing its job of dampening his desires.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What is happening to me?” he kept repeating. Finally, he settled down, dropped the towel, and began soaping himself up and washing off. He did not bother to change the water's temperature. As he ran the soap over his privates, his mind once again began replaying parts of his dreams.
“No, no, NO!” he yelled as he felt his cock responding, despite the cold water. He quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. As his towel was soaking wet, he simply left it on the floor and walked naked back to his room. He passed one other frat member, who just whistled, but he chose to ignore him. When he walked into his room and noticed the mess on the wall, the ceiling, and the bed, his mind flashed back to his nightmare, and his cock began to harden again. He slumped back against the door and slid to the floor. He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. He sat there as he tried to sort things out.
A couple of hours later, although he was not conscious of the passage of time, he heard voices in the hallway and recognized one as Ryan's. He stood up, opened the door, and walked, completely naked, out into the hallway. He heard a door close as Ryan’s friend went into his room. Ryan was dressed for the day in khaki shorts and a sharp pullover. He was wearing fashionable penny loafers.
“Oh, an exhibitionist, now, are we?” Ryan said as he took in Jayson’s admittedly impressive naked body. He did not fail to notice that the cock was not at complete rest. He chuckled as he went to pass Jayson, but Jayson put a palm to Ryan’s chest and pushed him back so that he was standing in front of him.
“What was that for?” Ryan asked as he looked Jayson over. He noticed Jayson’s cock was starting to stiffen. He looked back up at the face.
Jayson and Ryan’s eyes locked in as Jayson dropped his hand by his side. The two studs stood there staring at each other, saying and doing nothing, until Jayson slowly dropped to his knees, bent forward, kissed each of Ryan’s shoes, and then began licking them.
Ryan was surprised, but quickly got a smug look on his face. “Finally realized your place in life, did you?” he said in a condescending voice.
Ryan was shocked when he heard Jayson respond, “Yes, Master Ryan. At your feet and under your control.”
“Well, this is fucking interesting,” Ryan mumbled to himself as Jayson kept licking. His thoughts were racing a mile a minute at this development. Reaching a decision, Ryan said, “Come on faggot. Let’s go to my room.”
“Yes, Master,” Jayson responded. As Ryan walked past him, Jayson, remaining on his hands and knee followed. Ryan smirked when he realized Jayson was crawling after him.
“What is going on?” Fred asked as he walked out of his room and saw his best friend, the fraternity president, crawling naked after one of his lifelong rivals.
“Don’t really know, but we are about to find out,” Ryan said as Jayson crawled past him into the room. The door slammed shut before Fred could say anything else. He stood there transfixed, trying to decide what to do.
He started to open the door, until he saw Jayson kneeling in front of Ryan, kissing and licking the cock and balls in front of him and saying, loudly, “Yes, Master Ryan.”
He saw Ryan smirk at him and give him a wink as he placed his hand on Jayson’s head to pull it more completely into his groin. He closed the door as Jayson looked like he was busy for the moment. Not wanting to be late for class, he decided he would have to talk to Jayson later.
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