My eyes flutter open with a sleepy grog. I’m…not quite sure where I am. The whole place is dimly lit with wax candles on the far walls. I must be in some kind of basement or interior room because I see no windows or life outside of the room I am in. I feel the hardwood floor beneath my toes. A strong draft hits my bare skin. I try to cover myself, but I can’t seem to move my arms or legs.

Wait…toes…bare skin?

I’m naked! Why…why am I naked?!? Where the hell am I?

“HELLO! Anyone?!?”, I say with an obvious panic to my voice.

Just then, I feel a strong, yet soft, hand grab onto my jaw and force me to look to my right. It’s there I lock eyes with a woman I know I’ve seen before. However, before I can think about the specifics, she speaks in a growl made of honey. It’s almost like she’s a wolf and I am her prey.

“Shut up and listen. Do you remember who I am?” she demands.

I shake my head no. The fogginess of my head hasn’t cleared enough for me to even think of a coherent thought.

She takes her hand and wraps her slender fingers around my exposed shaft. It feels like heaven compared to the cold air. She uses her middle finger to slowly caress it in a way I never knew it could be caressed. I don’t even have a choice. I feel my shaft expand on its own. She smirks in devilish delight.

“My name is Billie,” she states. “And to my right is April. However, you will not speak to us unless you are spoken to. Do you understand?”

The girl to my left places a soft hand on my chest and pushes me against a hard wall. The contact of the coldness on my skin makes me give an involuntary grimace. I think they picked up on that.

“Look at me when I speak to you.”

I can’t help but lock eyes with her. It feels like a direct order.

“Calm down and focus,” ordered the one called April. “Tell us what your name is and what the safe word is.”

I…my name. I feel so foggy and disoriented that I’m not even sure WHO am I. Yet, after a few seconds of thinking. My brain remembers everything.

“Nathan…my name is Nathan.”

Yes, that’s my name. I remember everything now! I was at a party at the Zeta Kappa Theta sorority and these girls just wouldn’t leave me alone. Apparently, they liked how I smelled. There were three of them! Billie, April, and…Bonnie. Where is Bonnie though?

“Hurry up and speak, dog,” Billie commands.

I almost blurt out “yes, ma’am” instinctively. What’s gotten into me??? I would never say something so submissive.  I remember they offered me free drinks if I allowed them to train on me. Something about dominance and teaching the next generation of sisters. What the hell did that even mean? I remember I said yes…I agreed because they were just so cute and eager to get down my pants. One even flashed me her tits while she poured me a shot of rum.

I remember I needed to create a safe word…

“And…and the safe word is cookie,” I blurt out.

I feel the firm hand of April come and slap me across the face. I feel the sting of sharp pain wash over me. I hold my breath instinctively but release myself into a deep gasp. I’m embarrassed to admit that it feels damn good.

Apparently, me remembering my consent and remembering that I could take it away at any time was all it took for them to begin their onslaught.

Billie begins stroking my hard cock with her tender hand. The flesh-on-flesh contact makes me moan in pleasure. I’ve never felt a hand job like this before. I wish I could move myself to hold on to them, but the fact that I’m bound makes it feel even better. I’m powerless against them.

April takes her right hand and grabs my throat with it. She expertly places her thumb and pointer finger on my veins and chokes me with progressing roughness. I can still breathe, yet everything feels fuzzy. I can feel my balls twitch as the pleasure starts to overwhelm every one of my senses.

“P-Please…more,” I beg. “Please, god, more.”

Billie responds harshly: “You will get what we give you. Nothing more, nothing less. Now bark, dog.”

I’m not going to bark! That’s ridiculous…I’m not owned! I’m just a guy who wants to join a damn fraternity…what kind of state school is this anyway??

Billie stops stroking me. My cock pulses in pleading agony.

My brain decides my next action for me. I maybe don’t know it yet, but it no longer matters what I want. I am theirs to control.

“Woof! Woof!”

“Good boy!” April was pleased.

April spits in my face as she squeezes my balls with her hands. I can’t help myself but moan loudly. It’s ecstatic…and I don’t care if they know it or not. I just need more.

I feel April’s warm spit on my cheek as Billie grabs me close to her. I think she’s on a step stool or something because she grabs me and places my head on her exposed breasts. Her perky nipples find their home on my tongue.

April’s wet tongue glides on my tip unexpectedly. I grunt in desperation. It hadn’t even been 5 minutes of contact and I felt like I was going to cum.

I lick harder. April sucks my full length. I scream out loud, and Billie gags me with her skin.

I don’t care if they are going to own me for the rest of my life…I just want to cum for them.

Billie looks at me and smiles. She knows I have no control now.

“Give us your life, dog,” Billie says. “Give us your everything and you might be allowed to cum.”

April just keeps on sucking. My heart is racing, my palms sweaty, and I feel my pupils dilate like I’m on cocaine.

“P-P-Please mistress! Please! I’ll do anything for you! Just please make me cum!”

April releases my cock from her mouth and stands up to face me.

“Renounce all that you love, and promise us your servitude,” Billie demands.

“I renounce everything! God, please! I give up everything for you, my mistresses. Please just let me serve you! It’s all I’ll ever want!” I’m blurting out my pledge of submissiveness without truly comprehending the meaning behind my words.

They suddenly let me out of my restraints. I feel myself crumple to the ground as my palms reach for a reference point. My legs shake from both pleasure and lack of use.

It’s not long before April and Bonnie place a black leather collar around my neck with a red velvet leash attached to it.

April gives me a simple order: “Walk!”

They have commanded it. So, I walk on my hands and knees like a dog. My brain tells me I have no other choice but to obey.

How…How did I even get here?…

I remember I was talking with my roommate in the freshman dorms. He’s some computer engineering guy who’s too nerdy for parties. However, he told me a rumor of this sorority and fraternity pair. He said that the members of the Delta Theta Kappa fraternity went on to be politicians, famous researchers, and even CEOs of Fortune 500 companies. He said all I needed to do was go to a party and get in good with the sorority sisters the fraternity was linked to. I was confused…but I had no reason to not try.

I want to make my mothers proud. I need to be famous, successful, and powerful. So, joining this fraternity was my next big step! I talked with a fraternity brother in my chemistry class, and he told me that I should come to the party this Friday to see if I like the life. He also said that booze would be provided.

I mean…how could I refuse?!? It sounded too good to be true.

So, I spent all night before the party making sure I looked, smelled, and sounded my best. I’m not a bad-looking guy by any means, but I’m certainly average compared to the men of Delta Theta Kappa. I’m 6 feet tall with a thin, but not ripped, frame. My hazel brown eyes are hidden behind my usual pain of circular black glasses.

I’ve never been a partygoer in my lifetime…in fact, I could count the times I’ve had a beer and a blowjob combined on one hand. However, I was determined that I was going to carve out a nice life for myself at the state school I got accepted to. I would become the alpha that I always saw walking down the high school hallways. I was always jealous of how many different chicks they would pull…I was so envious of how easy it seemed for them.

So, with this clean slate, I would join the fraternity, make good connections, party hard, and have lots of sex. I would be everything that I dreamed of and more. I just needed to take this first integral step toward my new future!

I had a long-term girlfriend before…but it’s moments like this that make me miss her so much more. I remember cuddling under the stars with her when she broke up with me. It was…heartbreaking. I never thought I could trust again. I just needed someone to hold and comfort me. I felt so helpless…I just wanted someone else to take the reins of my life.

I needed…someone to control me. Although I didn’t know that at the time

I’ve been told that my hands are the best quality about myself, since they’re tan, veiny, and smooth. I never thought I’d get to use them wrong though.

How wrong I was…

When I stepped into the sorority house, I wasn’t greeted by aggressive bouncers or passive- aggressive sisters, but rather by a group of three women who said that they were “expecting” me. I thought I just misheard them at the time.

They gave me the red-carpet treatment! They sat me down to watch these two frat brothers, Eddie and Eric, play beer pong with several other women grabbing their asses from behind. Apparently, it was just something they enjoyed.

Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine that these three ladies would be swooning over me. One was named Bonnie. She wore a lot of black leather, chains, and pins that I couldn’t recognize. Another was named April. She seemed like such an average girl…she wore a little pink miniskirt and a grey T-shirt with the sorority name printed across it. I tried not to stare…but her nipples were visible through the material.

They seemed unnaturally attracted to me. I never once got the impression that they were faking their interest in me, but I did know that there had to be a catch. They had hands all over me and my skin. They felt along my stomach, thighs, arms, face, and pretty much anywhere else they possibly could. I think the goal was to turn me on…and if it was, they without a doubt succeeded in their mission.

The two also wanted me to grab them. They guided my hands all across their slender and toned bodies. It had been so long since I had touched a female so intimately that I felt precum coat my tip in excitement. However, the weirdest part was that it seemed so natural to them. It was almost like this was a daily event. They felt no remorse about using their bodies to snare me into their trap of dominance.

I should have known from the very moment I allowed them to feel the outline of my cock over my jeans that I was theirs. I was not going to do anything to stop this.

I was so naïve I thought that maybe I would get to dominate THEM. God, thinking back on it I could almost laugh at how comically ignorant I was. The way they conducted themselves told me that they were in control the entire time. They had been in the driver’s seat since the first moment I stepped inside of their house. I was like a mouse who had fallen for the cheese

However, there was one more woman who was cautious in her approach. She let her two younger sorority sisters trap me while she just enjoyed the party by my side.

Her name was Bonnie…and she clearly was the leader of everyone in the house. I actually found this out later when she told me that she was the sorority president and that she was looking forward to training her new freshman sisters. I had no idea what she meant, so I just went along with everything. She told me about how they needed to learn dominance, feminine pride, and the submissive nature of men. She also told me that I was cute enough to use up and break.

I remember I blushed…but I didn’t hate that idea. Not at all, in fact.

She told me about the deal. The free alcohol and the acceptance into the fraternity. In exchange, I just needed to create a safe word to use if I ever felt unsafe. So, I picked the word “cookie.”

It’s my favorite snack.

They just smiled and called me cute. Then Billie flashed me her tits, I drank so much alcohol I blacked out, and now here I am.

…

“Climb up and bend down,” April commands.

I jolt back to reality as April’s orders shock me to the core. I can’t help but follow her orders. I feel as though it is now my purpose in life.

My hands find the black padding of a bench as I slide down over it. I take the initiative of putting my hands into the metal restraints. Billie takes the lead and slams the cuffs down onto me.

I’m forced into a fairly awkward position…my body is stretched out, my legs are spread, and my visibility of the world around me is extremely low.

However, what I do hear is the sound of a belt clicking together behind me and the sound of a bottle squeezing out a liquid.

I look up at April who only stares down at me with a smile. She runs her fingers through my hair as she massages my scalp. It’s so relaxing I feel as though I may just fall asleep right here and now.

But eventually…I feel lubed-up silicone touch the rim of my back entrance.

I jolt up and start to struggle. April must have anticipated this response because she immediately starts to shush me down. I had to remember that I was theirs…I had no place to struggle anymore. It is the way I’ve secretly always wanted it to be.

The silicone dildo slides into my ass slowly yet firmly. Billie is easing me into it, but she wants me to know that I’m taking it whether I’m ready or not. The message is clearly received.

I hate myself for moaning out loud. I hate myself even more for wanting the dildo to be even bigger.

But I love it. I love the feeling of the dildo inside of me. God, I desperately want her to start fucking me.

I wiggle myself like an animal in heat, just begging for more stimulation on my prostate. Billie’s response is a firm slap on my plump ass. I feel it painfully jiggle as I go limp. That’s right…it’s not my place to beg unless I am instructed.

She starts to fuck me. Slowly but surely she pounds into me. I never thought about what the feeling of being railed would be like, but I never imagined it would be this euphoric to submit and allow myself to be dirtied.

My rock-hard cock sways with my body as her hips slap against me. The sound of skin-on-skin contact is the only thing audible in the room besides my desperate gasps. This feels even better than the blowjob I received earlier.

April just takes the role of support. She locks eyes with me as she instructs me to repeat degrading phrases about myself. All I could do was obey in my orgasmic trance.

My cock felt like it was going to explode. I swear I have never been this hard in my entire life. Everything in me just wished to beg and plead and sacrifice for my mistresses, but all I could do is just scream in pleasure. April’s mouth linked with mine to gag me.

That was the final straw. Between the passion-filled kiss, the continuous pressure on my prostate, and the realization that I could finally sink into my role as a submissive pet, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I came all over the floor beneath. My cum shot out with such velocity and power that I felt the recoil throughout my entire body. I had never come that hard in my life, but afterward, all I could do was buckle under the pleasure.

However, Billie didn’t stop. She kept sliding in and out of me as quickly and as fast as she went before. My body reflexively gave a confused moan as my cock expands back to full length. I had never cum twice in a row before, but now I felt like I could cum again at any moment.

Despite my better judgment, I scream and beg for nothing in particular. It’s met by April’s firm hand on my cheek and a firm talking to. I don’t do it again.

Little do I know…but there’s an older woman dressed sharply in the corner watching her two girls work. She shakes her head to allow her blonde hair to the side, and she writes in her clipboard marks of excellence for all parties.

She gets up. Opens the only door and gives a thumbs up to April.

April smiles at me with a big gleaming grin.

I feel Billie’s strap thrust completely inside of me as I drool with mindless pleasure.

“Welcome to the Deltas, Nathan!”