Goodbye Beer, Goodbye Freedom

John and Alex may be smiling here, but on the inside they’re crying. They were the best of buds and had been since preschool, however their roles in life were about to change. They had gotten themselves into a jam at college, they both partied too much and ended up flunking three-fourths of their classes.

Little did they realize that this would cost them their student loans along with their freedom. The college and government gave them a choice, either pay back the money they wasted for schooling within a week or go into slavery for life.

Of course, the two friends tried to get the money, but it was just too much and found themselves being arrested and sold off to the highest bidder, the professor of English who had failed them.

He allowed them each a beer of their choice and forced them to pose as you see above for a picture which he would hang on the wall of his apartment to remind the two of what got them where they were in the first place and how far they had fallen. They found it wasn’t easy smiling when you’re about to find yourselves slaves. The beer helped though, and they wisely savored it because from now on the only way they’ll get any beer is when it’s recycled through their master’s piss.

Needless to say, they both deeply regret their careless partying and wish they would have taken school far more serious. They’ll really regret their mistakes though when they learn that their new master has invited their fathers and brothers over to help their Master break them in.

Escaping Farmington

Tyler Saint had grown up in St. Louis, but moved in with his uncle in Farmington during his Junior year in high school. At his old school he was one of the most popular guys at school, he was a skilled Quarterback and he had charisma coming off him in waves that made every girl at his old school fawn over him.

Going to a new high school had been a bit of a culture shock when he learned from his uncle that the boys and girls were separated. It just didn’t make any sense to him, but then he had started his first day. In his very first class, English, he learned just how different Farmington High really was. Within ten minutes of breathing the air in the place (or whatever else it was that caused things there to be so drastically different) he found himself joining in and becoming like the other students. He became a full-fledged top and fucked the teacher across his desk. He had then tried out for the football team and managed to become the captain. He became the most popular stud in the school, the guy every bottom and versatile wanted to have pounding their ass.

When it came time for graduation, unlike the majority of guy’s that graduated from Farmington High, he managed to get accepted to a University back in St. Louis. His will power was strong enough that he managed to leave the country town and return to his urban home. 

Away from Farmington, Tyler found his old self reemerging, including his heterosexuality. He studied to become a professor of English while he went to frat parties and banged every girl he could in hopes of washing all that homosexuality off himself. He tried to forget his time in that town, but it wasn’t the easiest.

Life continued on, he graduated, bought a house, got a steady girlfriend, and even got a job at a community college. Life was going pretty good for him, until one night, out of the blue his uncle called to see how he was doing. The conversation was short, yet weird.

The next morning he had gone to work, but when he stepped into the halls of the community college, he found himself somewhere else instead. He found himself in the halls of Farmington University, and everything came rushing back to him. He disrobed right there in the hall and headed to the English room, ready to teach and have his ass fucked. 

Tyler would spend the rest of his life at the university, having almost escaped the town’s pull. Instead of remaining a top, he was now the sluttiest of bottoms. And to make matters even worse was the fact that he was in a way a prisoner of his own mind, for deep down inside he still remembered his straight, free self and was horrified by the way he easily debased himself now and forever.

Now instead of having the dick everybody wanted to ride, he had the ass the every guy wanted to fuck. It just goes to show you, sometimes you can never escape your past.

Frat Bitch

Unfortunately for Skylar, he wasn’t aware of how Frat Houses really worked. Sure, he knew what he’d seen in movies, and there was the whole ‘hell week’ thing for new recruits, but there were far more insidious things to be cautious about. In truth, Frat Houses are mostly for extra-horny college dudes. And to take care of these horny dude’s needs there are 1-3 gay whores living in each house. A little over half the years, Skylar would have been fine. But that was not the case when Skylar pledged. The house’s previous ‘whore’ was so-called retired over the summer, and not a single one of the guys who pledged with Skylar was gay. There were protocols for such incidents though. The frat brothers voted to decide which one of the new pledges they wanted most to fill the ‘whore’ position. It was just Skylar’s unfortunate luck, combined with his superiority complex, that he was the one chosen.

On the last day of Hell Week, he was brought down to the basement and injected in the neck with a special serum that most regular people were unaware existed. The serum made him fully submissive to any other males. He tried to fight its effects at first, but quickly found he was mentally and physically unable to do so.

Skylar hated the new role that had been forced upon him. He hated being basically a toy for his fellow male’s cocks. He hated how sadistic and creative some of them could be. He hated feeling so low. But every week he was injected with more of the serum, prolongating his enslavement.

A year passed and Skylar stopped receiving the injections. It was pointless anymore, enough serum had built up in his system to keep him a slave to other men’s wishes for the rest of his life.

Having been forced to drop out of college, and cut ties with everyone from his previous life, he now lived in the attic with the house's new, second whore, some skinny black dude who had at least been gay before being forced into this life. What scares Skylar more than anything is that he has grown to love servicing cocks. He sometimes drools just thinking about them now. He hates how much he loves it, hates how much he loves being degraded and used. They’ve told him that once he finishes four years of servitude he’ll be returned to his heterosexual self and allowed to leave and he fears that when
that day comes he won’t want to be heterosexual again, or even free. He needn’t not worry about that though, for its all lies. He’ll be the frat houses ‘whore’ for at least another seven or eight years. And whenever they do decide that he’s too old for the position, then they will gift him to one of the graduating brother’s to take with them. Skylar will be a cock slut for the rest of his life.

So, if you pledge a fraternity and this happens to you, don’t say you haven’t been warned.

 

The Shitty Fraternity

Joshua here had been the fraternity president. He hated fags and thought it was his place to put them in their place. He especially loved giving them a good roughing up and then make them drink from the toilet or eat a pile of dog shit if there was any laying around.

Joshua happened to pick on the wrong fag though. It happened to be a pledges boyfriend. Well said pledge decided to put Joshua in his place. Next thing Joshua knows all he can think about 24/7 is shit, piss, asses, cocks and cum. But mostly shit. The unofficial fraternity has now changed with all Joshua’s buddies at the fraternity (meaning all the guys) finding themselves with gay kinky sides too.

This new Josh loves every second of his new life, while the old Josh (still in there somewhere) couldn't be any more disgusted.

The Diaper Fraternity

Welcome to the diaper fraternity. Well that’s not its real name; it’s actually Beta Max, the coolest of fraternities comprised of many of the college’s top athletes . These five dudes here are new members, they pledged thinking it would be the best thing in the world to get in and they did get in. But once they were members they learned the truth, and the truth wasn’t so great. The frat house was cursed. Whoever became a member and lived there would find themselves needing diapers and always wearing them for they no longer had any control over their bladder and bowels, just like a baby. But that wasn’t all the curse entailed, members also lost all their urges for women, the need to fuck pussy was replaced with a different need depending on the rank you were assigned when you became a brother. Alphas found their pussy needs replaced with a need to have their own asses, or as they call them now-boypussys, fucked without end, while Beta members found their need to fuck girlpussy replaced with a need to fuck boypussy. 

The curse didn’t end there though either. Another welcoming gift that came with membership was that each member got a new, personal kink to go with their new lives. Each of the five Betas’ in the above picture got one just the night before this party. Johnny, the guy on the farthest left got a foot fetish, and he was the luckiest of them. Standing next to him was Steven who ended up with a fetish for piss. Tommy the next guy in the back line ended up with a bestiality fetish (particularly an obsession with donkey asses). The one on the far right is Jamie, the smartest one of the new members, and he’s the one with an obsession with shit, whether it be man or beasts. And finally, Terry, the guy in the middle got it worst of them all. Terry ended up with a double whammy, with a fetish for shit and piss. Actually his cup is filled with piss right now, not beer, since other than shit that was all his body can process.

They may be cursed, but it doesn't mean they still can't party and make the best of their situations. Especially since there is no knowing if this curse is permanent or goes away when they graduate. 

Welcome to SHU

Welcome to SH University or just SHU. It’s one of the best colleges any guy could ever hope to get in. Just ask Harry here who got a full four year scholarship to attend the wonderful school and stay at its state-of-the-art dorms. He was a star player for his High School football team, the Eagles, and by his junior year he was the Team Captain of SHU’s Team, the Dastardly Donkeys, not that anyone but himself and the Dean remember that though.

Harry enjoyed his first two and a half years at SHU. They were the best years of his life. But halfway through his Junior year he got himself in some trouble and found out that his school was very different from other schools in quite a few ways.

What happened is Harry and his good bro Tyler decided to pull a prank on this annoying know it all freshmen who was in their psychology class. It was a classic prank, steal all of the kids clothes and towels while he was in the dorm showers, and then take them from his room too (which the kid never bothered to lock) and finally hang his underwear on the schools flagpole. It was an oldie but a goodie. Just to see the kid running down the hall, ass naked trying to cover himself up and get to his room as quickly as possible. It was hysterical. Unfortunately the Dean thought differently.

The next day the two Juniors found themselves waiting in the Deans office. Harry still doesn’t know who ratted them out and now days he really doesn’t care anymore. Anyway they went in their normal Jock selves and left whole new men. Harry was sent back to his dorm to start his new life while Tyler was sent elsewhere. Harry never saw Tyler again.

The next day Harry began his new life at his male only dorm as a human toilet. That’s right a human toilet. He eats any dude’s shit and has to remain naked 24/7. That’s his whole purpose in life now, and always will be, eat his dorm’s shit straight from the hole and drink their piss straight from the spout. And to top it off he has to make sure that his sign that you can see in the picture above is painted on with shit always.
It’s strange how it works. All the guys who come into the bathroom are happy to use him, most definitely the straight ones. They know he’s human but they don’t think twice about it, and once they leave they feel no differently from if they’d used a regular toilet.

Needless to say Harry had a tough time adjusting. He fought it mentally even when his body and head didn’t obey him. But finally after the second or third year he broke down. He lost count after seven years, and most of his life before is just a daze. However he now loves his role, his duty to society.