The Fraternity's Chastity Boi, Pt. 01

"The Fraternity's Chastity Boi"

By HKPrince909

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults.

PART 1

Afternoon was coming to a close on a typical Tuesday at Kappa Tau Rho. Known as "Kappa Tau" or simply "KT" around campus, it is one of the oldest and most respected fraternities at Greenridge University. Outwardly, KT is known for its polished image: strong academics, impressive community service records, and a solid network of alumni in high-power careers. There is a natural sense of charm that radiates off every member, reflecting ambition and charisma.

That reputation may carry an asterisk, some would say: Beneath the polished exterior, KT is legendary for throwing the most unforgettable parties on campus. Their events are wild but somehow maintain a sense of respect amongst attendees that keep their true antics an open secret.

The 3-story Kappa Tau Rho house sits atop a small hill at the edge of the main quad, a large stately brick manner with white columns, navy-blue shutters, and an expansive front lawn perfect for outdoor gatherings. Inside, the house is surprisingly well-kept: polished hardwood floors, a grand staircase, leather couches, a library, and an open-concept living room that Brothers retreat to as an oasis. The basement... well, for those that attend their aforementioned parties and are further part of an exclusive group... transforms into "The Catacombs." Men around campus clamor at the chance to enter and share in the mythic events within.

Connor Rizzo, commonly referred to as "Rizz", is the life of the party at Kappa Tau. At 5'8, Italian-American, and a stocky but muscular build, he is handsome and effervescent in how his smile beams and laughs echo the halls of the house. More of a jokester mascot than a leader, he manages to command attention through chaos, and respect through his strategic social play. He walks up to the house and feels the sense of relief already begin to wash over him, knowing his last class of the afternoon is over and he has a workout planned for the night. The house glowed as the sun began to fall behind it, shining into Rizz's face before he threw open the door.

"Ayyo!" Rizz hollered as he entered. A group of "hey," "what's up," responded throughout the house as Brothers sat scattered throughout the kitchen, living room, and common area. He moved through the house with intention, not even taking time to take off his shoes or backpack. "Where's princess?" He asked with resolve. Someone responded: "The Study, I think. But she's with Trip." Rizz didn't miss a step as he rerouted towards the study at the back of the first floor.

Rizz walked in to find Tyler Langston--"Trip"--lounging in an armchair with his computer resting on his lap. Trip was conventionally attractive, if geeky: he was 5'11, had an athletic but slim build, and sandy blonde hair that flopped in a prep-school way. His major in Political Science and breezy energy complimented his family crest ring on his right hand and the casually elitist demeanor. One of Trip's legs was outstretched, and barefoot. At his feet, kneeled Rowan Blake, the Sister of the house, giving Trip a foot massage. Rowan is commonly referred to within Kappa Tau Rho as any number of monikors, including: Faggot, Princess, Sister, Sissy, Fag, Bitchboy... among many more. Rowan was a sophomore, that while male, exudes a sweet, feminine energy. His ability to accompany the Brothers of KT was magnetic, for many reasons. Beyond his homosexuality and non threatening presence, it had become a tradition in the KT house for a "Sister" to act as an honorary member. This role, always inhabited by a gay male, was there to service the Brothers in their sexual needs to better help them focus on their studies.

Rowan's presence defied labels, being accepted by everyone in the house. At just 5'6, no Brother felt intimidated by his presence, and his short, well-kept bleach blonde hair complimented his sparkly pink-painted nails and slim feminine frame. His blue eyes pierced each Brother like a shot to the heart, and despite not being part of the fraternity officially, was a coveted and protected member. When at the KT house, it was custom for him to wear a mini skirt, crop top, and lingerie. Every inch of his body below his eyebrows were shaved smooth daily (in addition to fraternity-funded laser hair removal.) Around the clock 24/7, he wore a tasteful chain collar with a heart lock around his neck as a quiet symbol to the college of his role at KT. And of course, as is required for every lucky and prized inhabitant of the Kappa Tau Rho Sister role, he was locked in chastity. His small, nub-sized cage was pink and neatly held his tight balls and remnants of scrotum close to his body. His orgasms--rare and monitored--were controlled by KT President, Chase. The brothers took enormous satisfaction in the vow the Sisters took, finding it both humiliating and honorable that Rowan would sacrifice such a primal male need--cumming--in order to better serve the Brothers. And they never let Princess forget it.

Rowan was giving Trip a foot massage as he studied for a midterm. This was a common desire of Trip's, and Rowan was happy to fulfill it. Rowan enjoyed how politely Trip treated him, often going for long massage sessions without saying a word and just enjoying each other's company. It was a reprieve for Rowan from the typical tasks required by the other Brothers. Trip's size 10 feet, bare and more olive than pale, rested easy in Rowan's hands, mere inches from his face. Well pedicured and smelling distinctly of Trip, Rowan was honored to be pleasuring him in such a way: knowing his role below mens feet gave him purpose. That was about to be disrupted by Rizz's grand entrance.

Rizz stormed into the study like a bat out of hell, kicking off his shoes and dropping his backpack to the floor. Without breaking stride, he said to Trip without taking his eyes off Rowan, "Sorry buddy, this is an emergency." In the 10 steps it took to reach where Rowan kneeled beneath Trip's feet, Rizz had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants revealing his rock-hard cock. While Rizz did not have the most impressive physical build of the Brothers, he did have a fitting cock: At around 5.5" in length, it was girthier than any cock in the house. His balls hung relatively low, and a mess of tangled pubes decorated the base. Reaching Rowan, Trip grabbed the Sister's face and shoved it into his crotch.

Rowan, caught off guard but prepared for these typical types of interactions with Rizz, managed to gently release Trip's foot and pivot to pleasuring Rizz. Without even inhaling, Rowan took all of Rizz's thick cock into his mouth. Upon entry, Rizz let out a moan, like a camel finding water in the desert. "What the hell, man?" Trip asked, momentarily perturbed by the disruption. "You gotta do that right here, right now?"

"Shut up, you just don't like seeing my big dick." Rizz joked.

"We both know I'm one of the most hung guys in the house," Trip shot back, matter-of-factly.

Rizz ignored him. Eyes clenched shut and both hands wrapped around Rowan's head, he grunted with each thrust. "That's it, Princess." Rizz muttered softly. Rowan loved how Rizz's cock stretched his throat, and its size allowed him to take breaths through his nose when needed. The feeling of Rizz's warm flesh felt good on his tongue, which provided a smooth surface for such a cock to rock back and forth. As expected, this wasn't long lasting--after what may have been only 30 seconds at best, Rizz buried Princesses face into his crotch, letting out an exhale that could be heard across campus. Ropes of thick cum shot down Rowan's throat and was taken with no hesitation. The sensation of warm, salty cum filling Rowan's throat was intense and welcomed. His cock twitched in his cage, acknowledging this receival of cum as one of his own, though it had been a long time since Sister had cum himself. Everyone in KT knew how long Sister was locked, and they all took a sadistic amount of pride in denying him. They knew offering their cum to him was satisfaction ten times what Rowan's small dick would give him. Rizz continued his recovery for a moment after he finished, slowly loosening his shoulders, returning the heels of his feet to the ground, and gently releasing Princess off his cock. "Thanks, Princess." Rizz gently slapped Rowan's face twice. "I needed that."

"Thank you, Sir." Rowan answered gingerly as he remained on his knees and wiped his mouth with his arm.

"Clearly." Trip responded as Rizz zipped up his pants and picked up his backpack. Rowan sat back on his heels and caught his breath, wiping his mouth.

"Faggot!" A commanding voice echoed through the halls of KTR. Trip and Rizz's faces went cold, knowingly turning to stare at Rowan. A familiar beckon, Rowan quickly scrambled to his feet and began hurriedly walking through the halls to the staircase. The voice had boomed from upstairs with the confidence of someone who could part the sea. Rowan worked to not show his hustle outwardly, but to take small, fast steps. He adjusted his thong and skirt, making sure they were presentable. He checked his chain collar to ensure the padlock was front and centered, resting neatly on his smooth chest above the ridge of his deep cut crop top.

Rowan climbed two sets of stairs, spiraling up into the frat house. It was surprisingly well kept and presentable; unadorned hallways with ornate wood fixtures felt classy and timeless. There was an aura among the house that seemed to elevate all who lived there - the freshman boys turned into Brothers then into Men, and somehow became Gods in their journey through KTR. There was a strictness, and a cruelty to it; the Brothers would live the fraternity lifestyle they dreamed, but with a standard far higher than any other frat on campus. Rowan helped ensure that. As selected KTR House fag of the year via the faggot-specific Pledging Selection, he was owned by President Chase, and available for use (mostly pleasure) to the other Brothers whenever they called and Chase was not in need. While other fags cycled in and out of the house for quick uses, Rowan was the designated "Sissy" that did everything he could to support his Brothers. The real Gods of campus, and Men of the future.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he approached a closed door at the end of the hall. Imposing before him, he knew his duty and knelt in front of it. He reached up to knock, below the placard stating "KTR PRESIDENT: CHASE ARMSTRONG." After 2 knocks, he bowed his head and waited. Moments later, the door opened and Rowan stared down at two bare feet before him and quickly leaned down to kiss them each once. Size 12, they were large and well-kept, and Rowan worshipped them. Moreso, he worshiped the Man staring down upon him. Taking a few steps to the side, Chase quietly stated, "Hello, Princess. Keeping me waiting today?"

Rowan crawled in on his hands and knees, stopping midway through the room at the foot of Chase's bed. "Hello, Master. No, Sir. Was just with one of your Brothers."

Chase had a single room, as polished and composed as he is. Tidy, subtly luxurious, and effortlessly masculine, it's the kind of space that impresses without trying too hard. The walls are a warm off-white, accented by vintage KTR memorabilia, black-and-white sports photography, and a perfectly framed American flag. His queen bed is crisply made with navy sheets and a beige quilted comforter, flanked by two symmetrical walnut nightstands with brass lamps.

There's a sleek desk beneath the window--always organized--stacked with legal pads, a silver laptop, and a jar of black pens. A shelf above it holds classic novels, a bottle of cologne, and his old high school football helmet. A navy blazer hangs neatly on the back of his chair, ready for chapter meetings. There's no clutter, no chaos, just curated calm with a hint of ego. The air smells faintly of cedarwood and whatever upscale cologne Chase swears he "just throws on."

Chase closed the door and casually stepped over to Rowan, still on all fours. Crouching down at the knees, he performed one of his favorite simple displays of power, by coming up behind Rowan, lifting his skirt on his back to reveal his beautifully rounded white ass, complemented with a lacey pink thong running down the middle. This was one of the rare moments Rowan felt exposed; on all fours being inspected like cattle. At least when he was downstairs sucking cocks in front of a crowd of other brothers, they were cheering each other on and admiring him. Here, alone with Chase, it was true power. And none of it was Princess's. Chase swiftly moved the thong string to one side with one hand, and reached in front of Rowan with the other. He outstretched his middle finger, and without hesitation Rowan took it in his mouth and got it nice and wet. After a mere moment, Chase popped his finger out of Rowan's mouth and slid it into Rowan's tight, clean, pink hole. Chase gasped with pleasure as the long middle finger of his Master teased his prostate.

"Big night ahead, are you ready to be my good girl?" Chase inquired, finger still in place.

"Yes, Master." Rowan would do anything for another finger. Chase knows this, and instead of adding one he wiggled the one already placed, taunting Rowan. Rowan could feel the drop of precum leak out of his caged cock into the crotch of his thong.

"Good girl." Chase pulled his finger out and replaced the skirt back into place. Rowan let out a groan of wanting - it came subconsciously, as if the strongest force could have made it hold him in. "What's that, fag?"

"Nothing, Sir."

"Seems to be something," Chase circled around to the front of Rowan, towering over him. Still on the ground, Rowan looked up as if staring into the sun. "Ah." Chase uttered as he sat on the edge of his bed. "It's your little clitty, isn't it?" Chase surmised, drawing a small sigh. "Let's see it."

Rowan lifted up from all fours to seamlessly, (or, as seamlessly as a fag can while on all fours,) removing his skirt and thong. As they slid down his smooth skin, he could sense the wet patch in his lingerie and the sticky residue at the tip of his cage. He took off the crop top and sat back on his heels, fully revealing himself to Chase. This level of exposure electrifies Rowan's brain in various ways. While he has grown to reduce his ego and level of shame about being a faggot, there is still something about a fully nude inspection taking place in the middle of the afternoon, sun beaming in the window. Moreso, the straight Man in front of him: someone Rowan has served dozens of times before, but still gets flustered at the mere thought of him. Chase has no romantic attraction to Rowan, similar to the other Brothers, but protects him as a prized possession. A trophy he can show off to his friends, as he no doubt will tonight. A vessel for pleasure--no longer did he need a fleshlight or mindless hours of jerking himself off. He had a warm body whose sole purpose was to pleasure him. That concept seeped into every wire of Rowan's brain in moments like these, with his smooth body and locked manhood in full objectifying view of someone so powerful, so commanding, and so much of what Rowan could never be: a Real Man.

Rowan's cage, for as much as it could, protruded from his groin at full attention, the cock inside of it swelling. Chase leaned back on the bed and stretched out a leg to bat the mass of cage and balls in Rowan's groin. Chase didn't care to see Rowan unlocked and erect, even at milking ceremonies. Rowan didn't even think it was because Chase was straight, but likely something more sadistic: this is the life Rowan chose. It is an honor to be the Sister of KTR. You want to cum? Good. You fucking can't. You make the Brothers cum. You take their cum as your own. The taps with the top of his foot grew increasingly stronger, causing immense pleasure with it's pain. "How many days now, Princess?" Rowan asked in a condescending voice.

"Thirty... thirty one days, Master." Rowan sighed at the sheer thought of it.

"You haven't cum in 31 days, fag? A MONTH?" Chase laughed in Rowan's face. "That's fucking insane. Do you know how many orgasms I've had in 31 days?"

"Many, Master. As you deserve."

"That's fucking right. Your little clit just squirts every now and then when I allow it. It keeps you in your place." Chase's tone grew quiet, ominous. He wasn't just fucking around with Rowan like Rizz or Trip, He was asserting His Dominance over His faggot. Staring deep into each others eyes, the power began to surge from Chase as he softly unbuckled his belt... then his jean's top button, then the fly. Threading through his boxers, his massive 9" cock emerged, fully erect. Neatly groomed (with help from Rowan), his pubic area was trimmed, the fair red hair at a manageable and attractive length. Chase sat back on his hands and notioned for Rowan to touch.

Rowan grasped it and instinctively leaned his head in, going to place it in his mouth--

"No mouth, faggot. You don't deserve that right now." Rowan, both embarrassed of displeasing his Master and insistent on performing to His satisfaction, began stroking Master Chase's Godly cock. "Slowly." The proportions somehow made it manageable in its gigantic size. It wasn't just long, but had a girth that perfectly fit a man of his stature. Out of his view, Rowan wished he could cup Chase's huge balls. Chase's warm, fleshy cock slid in and out of Rowan's hand like magic. No lube or lotion needed half the time, just the skin sliding back and forth on his uncut cock. Whenever Rowan's hands reached the pink tip of the cock, it drove Chase wild. He was sensitive and strong in a way Rowan had yet to encounter from a man. It sounds about right, for a God.

As he stroked, Master Chase looked down on him: "You groan about not having squirted from your clit, but don't appreciate yet that you have more than you could ever need. The cocks of every Brother in this house. And mine, which you would honor as your own if you were born with one. But you weren't." His tone was direct and brutal in it's calm and clear delivery.

"No, Sir."

"What were you born as?"

"A faggot, Master." Rowan quickly answered.

"A faggot with a what, boy?"

"A faggot with a clit, Sir." Rowan picked up the pace while stroking, to distract himself from the humiliation.

"That's right. Feel my cock in your hand. This is how you jerk off. It's the only cock you could ever need. Do you feel that pleasure radiating in you?"

"Yes, Master!" Rowan was growing more desperate now for Master Chase's load, due to spew out at any moment.

"When I cum, that's more pleasure than you could ever get from your clit squirting. Right, fag?" Chase's voice slowed between breaths as he reached climax. Chase adjusted his seat to aim his cock straight towards Rowan, who remained kneeling on the ground.

"Yes, Master!!" Rowan couldn't hold it in any longer. He was one with Master Chase's cock. It was a part of him; as much a limb as the arm Rowan was using to stroke it.

Their breathing heavy and synced, Rowan could feel the cock swell in his hands. Suddenly, a rope of cum erupted from Chase's cock. Just as it returned, another rope, just as large, shot up. Like a water fountain display in Vegas, ropes of cum majestically shot into the air, landing in sticky white strips all over Rowan--in his hair, on his torso, splashed on his chastity cage, and multiple strips across the face.

Chase panted in relief, clearly having enjoyed the release. He leaned in and casually swiped a bit of cum off of Rowan's face and fed it to Rowan's mouth. He sucked it up immediately, swallowing. "So tell me, fag, how did jerking off feel, just now?"

Rowan answered honestly, though his mind was spinning and his mouth full of Godly cum:

"It felt amazing, Master. Thank you."

"Good faggot." Chase replied as he suddenly slapped Rowan across the face, not with enough force to leave a mark but enough to leave a mental impression. "I'm glad we had this lesson, fag. Best to remember it, yeah?" Chase examined his hand, noticing the sticky cum on his palm he picked up while slapping Rowan's cheek. No problem, he absent-mindedly rubbed his palm down Rowan's face, until all residue transferred. "Now clean up and go see who else needs you. You look like a wild fucking faggot."

"Yes, Master." Rowan said as he collected his clothes and headed to the door. "Thank you, Master."

As Rowan began to head out, Chase asked after him, calmly: "Everything set for the Halloween party tonight, Princess? Friends are coming over to pregame at 9 before everyone else shows up at 11. And I heard late tonight you may be the star of the party in the Catacombs."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

Rowan closed the door behind him and stepped into the hall. It wasn't long before he heard commotion coming from another room, and knew he was not long for recovery as another Brother called out as one beckoned for a dog: "Sissyyyy....!"

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