This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.
Where can the story of frat fag go after he got his soul fucked out by Alpha Duke and Alpha Bishop? As usual, it takes another hard right turn into fetish territory, this time involving watersports.
This is a short entry. I’ll let frat fag tell it from here:
Recently, he had me suck him off after he finished taking a piss. It was strange. I didn’t think that I would be in to that since I’m not into watersports. But he didn’t pee on me. He had just finished peeing and called me in to the bathroom, threw me on my ass against the door and practically trapped my head between his thighs. He fucked my throat, rough and fast until I was essentially gasping for air. The initial burst few thrusts were a little odd tasting, I assume from any leftover piss that was still dripping out. But I didn’t taste that for long.
After he came, he let my head go, wiped off his dick and then walked out of the bathroom. He’s been using me a lot like that. Fucking me or my throat, then walking away. He doesn’t always look at me when he does it unless he tells me to look up at him. Is it so I don’t look back or something?
Alpha Duke’s curious new behavior of walking away after finishing with frat fag has a fairly unpleasant explanation. The answer lies in what we see in nature. When some animals take a shit, what do they do afterwards? They use their hind legs to toss dirt/grass over the mess and walk away. They don’t linger around it, because to them it is something unpleasant.
I believe Alpha Duke is exhibiting the same behavior. When Alphas use faggots, there is a level of disrespect that rises within the Alpha. The Alpha begins to see the faggot as something lowly, pathetic, and less-than-human. He sees the faggot’s bottomless pit of degradation as both convenient and embarrassing.
We have witnessed something I’ve always warned faggots about, the fact that a friendship will end once you begin serving an Alpha as his faggot. The saga of frat fag is, in part, a story about how a friendship between two college friends dissolved into a complete Master/servant relationship.
I cannot sing the praises of my brother frat fag enough. Few fags have thrown themselves so completely and fearlessly into the unknown the way frat fag has done. It’s been an honor to detail this unparalleled journey!