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Theta Phi Gamma chapter vice president Ken meets an eager and cute young pledge name Tristan on the first week of the fall semester. Despite being taunted and teased, Tristan goes out of his way to prove himself worthy of pledging the frat by becoming Ken's personal slave. Soon, this relationship becomes too close for comfort as Ken decides he needs to punish Tristan for crossing the line...
This is a 4100 word story featuring explicit scenes of discipline and a straight guy's first time with a hot, submissive freshman.
EXCERPT:
"What the hell are you up to, Tristan? Do you know what those guys would've done if they saw you?"
"They aren't really nice anyway, but I expected a lot worse."
"This isn't some game. If you keep acting the way you do, these guys are going to take you to the limit."
"I can handle them."
I was extremely annoyed. What a cocky little prick. He acted like nothing happened.
"Maybe that's what I need to do, because you sure don't listen. I've been polite with you in the past. I don't even care about the stupid servant thing but you need to understand that when I tell you not to do something, that means you don't do it, understand?"
I could see that he was nodding. "I've done something I shouldn't have."
"Fuckin' right you have, what were you thinking?"
"I don't know sir."
I wasn't in my right mind then, either. I had to make my feelings known, to let him know I wasn't playing his game.
"You want me to be like them? Fine. Get on the bed on your hands and knees."
He stood there looking dumbfounded. I wanted to wipe the look off his face, it was unbelievable he had the audacity to sit there and just stare at me like he had done nothing wrong. I hate that, it's immature and silly.
"Didn't you hear me? Get on the fucking bed, now."
He shuffled in the dark onto the bed, facing me. He rose on his palms and knees, like a cat. I pushed him down to his elbows and he complied.
"You want to be sneaky? You think I don't notice what you're trying to do? You think it's funny, I bet."
"No, Ken," he said, finally a normal reaction for once. "Please," he pleaded weakly. There it was again, that mocking tone. He thought he was putting one over on me but I'd give him a reason to listen to what I said.
I smacked his ass hard through the jeans as he bent over on the bed, facing me on his haunches. He tried not to move too much, tried to show me he could take it. That was fine, I decided. Take it because it's about to get a whole lot worse.
I hit him again with a loud pop, bringing my hand up high and making sure he saw me do it.
"See that?" I taunted. His head lifted to watch my hand, his mouth agape. He flinched when it came down again and smacked his ass again. I really liked that, that I got a reaction other than that detached look he gave the other guys when they taunted him. I could tell he was fighting it, there's no way the slap on his ass didn't sting a little. He knelt there gamely, anticipating the next hit, trying to be calm while I spanked him.
"You made me do this. You've been bad and now I have to spank your fucking ass."
"Yes!" he grunted. The pain was finally getting to him, now he'd know not to fuck with me. He readied himself for another swat, arching his back so I could hit him as hard as I liked.
"You're gonna get it, Tristan. You ready?"
This is a 4100 word story featuring explicit scenes of discipline and a straight guy's first time with a hot, submissive freshman.
EXCERPT:
"What the hell are you up to, Tristan? Do you know what those guys would've done if they saw you?"
"They aren't really nice anyway, but I expected a lot worse."
"This isn't some game. If you keep acting the way you do, these guys are going to take you to the limit."
"I can handle them."
I was extremely annoyed. What a cocky little prick. He acted like nothing happened.
"Maybe that's what I need to do, because you sure don't listen. I've been polite with you in the past. I don't even care about the stupid servant thing but you need to understand that when I tell you not to do something, that means you don't do it, understand?"
I could see that he was nodding. "I've done something I shouldn't have."
"Fuckin' right you have, what were you thinking?"
"I don't know sir."
I wasn't in my right mind then, either. I had to make my feelings known, to let him know I wasn't playing his game.
"You want me to be like them? Fine. Get on the bed on your hands and knees."
He stood there looking dumbfounded. I wanted to wipe the look off his face, it was unbelievable he had the audacity to sit there and just stare at me like he had done nothing wrong. I hate that, it's immature and silly.
"Didn't you hear me? Get on the fucking bed, now."
He shuffled in the dark onto the bed, facing me. He rose on his palms and knees, like a cat. I pushed him down to his elbows and he complied.
"You want to be sneaky? You think I don't notice what you're trying to do? You think it's funny, I bet."
"No, Ken," he said, finally a normal reaction for once. "Please," he pleaded weakly. There it was again, that mocking tone. He thought he was putting one over on me but I'd give him a reason to listen to what I said.
I smacked his ass hard through the jeans as he bent over on the bed, facing me on his haunches. He tried not to move too much, tried to show me he could take it. That was fine, I decided. Take it because it's about to get a whole lot worse.
I hit him again with a loud pop, bringing my hand up high and making sure he saw me do it.
"See that?" I taunted. His head lifted to watch my hand, his mouth agape. He flinched when it came down again and smacked his ass again. I really liked that, that I got a reaction other than that detached look he gave the other guys when they taunted him. I could tell he was fighting it, there's no way the slap on his ass didn't sting a little. He knelt there gamely, anticipating the next hit, trying to be calm while I spanked him.
"You made me do this. You've been bad and now I have to spank your fucking ass."
"Yes!" he grunted. The pain was finally getting to him, now he'd know not to fuck with me. He readied himself for another swat, arching his back so I could hit him as hard as I liked.
"You're gonna get it, Tristan. You ready?"
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