Chapter 2

Freddy Toph was forced to wake up. He felt like he had been sucker punched to the gut. He opened his eyes in a state of confusion and the only thing he saw was a cute, pretty-boy face that was smirking maliciously down at him from up there.

“Rise and shine, slave! How’d you sleep?” Ackerman’s morning baritone taunted him. The annoying jock was standing on him, one foot on his chest and the other on his stomach. The gay boy groaned painfully and tried to shake him off but he had zero strength. “Uuuhh, that cranky already?” As he said that Scott stepped off him and walked to the bathroom. Freddy groaned a second time as all the events from the previous evening were flooding his already stressed out brain. One more time the soundtrack to his thoughts was Scott’s loud, gurgling pissing. Freddy had another hard-on. It was probably his usual morning wood, nothing more. No connection between the two facts whatsoever. He sat up and tried to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. He hadn’t slept well. The hardwood floor of their room was ... well, hard and his neck and shoulders were a little stiff.

The flow of piss slowly softened and Freddy furtively glanced sideways. The bathroom door was open and Freddy was surprised by the breathtaking view. Scott was standing in front of the toilet, hands on his hips, dick out and pissing. Just pissing, like any other guy would. But Freddy could not ignore the nicely shaped bubble ass the jock had or the gorgeous soft seven incher that was happily dangling in the boy’s crotch area. He was mesmerized by the vision and literally averted his eyes seconds before getting caught. He adjusted his junk, trying to act nonchalant. He heard the boy flush.

“What time’s your first class?” Scott asked, walking towards him, wearing nothing but his boxers. Fuck, why did he have to be this hot?

Freddy cleared his throat.

“Nine...” he mumbled.

“Same.” Scott said distractedly, checking his phone “Alright, Imma take a dump, then I gotta shower.” he announced and was about to walk into the bathroom again but then “Oh, here!” He grabbed something from the nightstand and threw it at Freddy. It was a key. Freddy frowned at him “Run to my dormroom and get me a change of clean clothes.” Scott instructed “Nothing fancy, just a shirt and jeans will do. Oh, and underwear, of course.”

“What?” asked Freddy indignantly.

“Don’t worry, you can pack the rest of my stuff later and bring it here.” Ackerman said cheerfully.

“Have you lost your mind?”

The jock raised his eyebrows.

“Better play nice, slave! Remember who’s in charge!” he flashed him a smile, so cocky it was maddening.

Freddy counted to ten before mumbling an extremely begrudging ‘fine’.

“Good! Now move it, you don’t wanna make me late, do you?” and with that he closed the bathroom door behind him.

Freddy kept cursing under his breath for the better part of the following twenty minutes, calling his new roommate every name he could think of and when he finally got back to his room, the bathroom door was still closed and he could hear the shower running. He put the clean clothes on the jock’s messy bed.

“Better make that bed before he comes out!”

Freddy jumped out of his skin and turned around to see none other than Mr. Perfect in the flesh, the president of the frat, Cameron Davenport. The extremely handsome boy was leaning against the doorframe and was looking at him with the same air of smugness he had donned the previous night.

“Oh ... Uhm ... Yes, Cameron ... I mean, Sir...” Freddy was pretty much terrified of the guy but most importantly he wanted to get into his good grace so ridiculously bad, talking back wasn’t even an option. He simply moved the clothes he had just placed on the bed and started to straighten it up.

“I know, it’s your first day as a slave and you haven’t even been given the training tour yet, so I’ll let this one slide...” Cameron said quite sternly. “But you really shouldn’t let that kinda shit happen cause it’s gonna get you in trouble and you don’t wanna give a bad impression right off the bat, do you?”

“N ... no! Of course not!” Stammered Fred.

“Thought so!” Cameron smiled “And yet you’re standing while I’m right here! That’s not very smart...” Freddy stopped making the bed and looked at his interlocutor, trying to get what he was saying.

“Y ... you mean I sh ... should ... like...”the gay kid said.

“Get down on all fours in front of you Masters? You bet!” He was speaking to him in such a patronizing tone, like he was a five-year-old dummy.

“R ... right...” Freddy degraded himself in front of the handsome president of that frat he would have killed to get in. It was all a practical joke, anyways and it was just for a few weeks. The water noise from the shower stopped.

“That was rule number one by the way.” Cameron said “Now crawl over here.” he continued pointing to a spot right before his feet.

Freddy obliged.

“What do you think rule number two is, slave?” He was towering over Freddy who was looking up to that gorgeous cocky smirk.

“Uhm ... I don’t know, Sir...” Freddy said in a small voice.

“Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s what you have to do every single time you see one of us...” Cameron said, entertained “I heard that’s how you said goodnight to Scott last night.”

Freddy’s stomach turned slightly as one of those boys’ words came back to him suddenly: ‘C’mon, dude, you’ll be doing it like a million times a day from now on. Better get started!’.

“Well?” Cameron demanded.

“Uhm ... kiss your feet, Sir?” Freddy replied.

“Bingo!” Cameron’s sneer widened as Freddy’s mouth went dry. There was something about those piercing green eyes that made it impossible for the gay boy to defy. He swallowed hard and probably hesitated a second too long because Cameron asked “You got a problem with that, slave?”

“N ... no, Sir...” Freddy managed to say as the voice in his brain went ‘Just fucking do it, idiot!’

He leaned down and kissed Cameron’s black Nikes. Once.

“Better not be this slow from now on, slave.” cautioned Cameron “Remember, your future here depends on your performance as a slave and it’s mainly Scott who’s gonna judge you on that, so you better keep him reeeeeeal happy, capish?”

“Y ... yes, Sir!” murmured Freddy whose tumultuous feelings were about to explode in his chest. Why did it have to be Scott Ackerman? Why did it have to be someone he’d known for years? It would’ve been way easier if it was a complete stranger. He hated that cocky jerk.

The bathroom door opened and a bare-chested Scott came out, wearing only a towel around his waist. His hair was wet and so was the rest of his chiseled body. “Hey, man! What’s up!?” he said, smiling at Cameron.

“Yo!” Cameron smiled back at him “How was your first night as a brother?”

“Awesome! This bed is fucking dope! I slept like a log!” Scott said conversationally.

“I know, right? Should try fucking in it!”

“Haha! Trust me, I’m soooo gonna!” The two jocks shared a laugh, then Scoot looked down at Freddy “So what’s going on here?”

“Not much, I was just teaching your roomate the right way to greet a brother, right slave?”

“Uhm ... yes Sir...” replied Freddy and reckoning actions might have worked better than words he unwillingly crawled over to Scott, not daring to look up at him, and kissed each of his wet bare feet. They didn’t smell bad or anything but the gesture was so inherently humiliating “Good morning, Sir!” he said.

“Haha! Well, that’s a very nice improvement from half an hour ago! Hehe!” Scott lifted his right foot and ‘petted’ him on the head “Good morning to you too, slave!”

Freddy felt a surge of anger.

“How ‘bout thanking your master for letting you sleep on the floor next to him, slave?” Cameron chimed in.

“Thank you for letting me sleep on the floor, Sir...” Freddy managed in a flat tone as a whirlwind of emotions were storming inside of him. He hated all this. He hated Scott. Yet his dick was hard. There was no denying it. Why?

“Sure, slave! That’s definitely the best place for you, don’t you think? Hehe!” Scott snickered.

“Yes, Sir!”

Ackerman was being nastier now that his patron was here to support him but Freddy Toph had an objective in mind. Becoming a brother of Pi Kappa Alpha and, no matter what, he was gonna make the cut. Mind over matter. Mind over fucking matter! He kept repeating it under his breath.

“C’mon! Get dressed, freshman! You’re coming with me!” Cameron said amused.

“With you? I have a class at 9!” Scott replied.

“Yeah, I know but you’re skipping. You both are actually.” Cameron informed them “Frat business...” he said mysteriously and the two younger boys frowned slightly at each other.

“Frat business?” Scott asked, putting on the clean clothes Freddy had procured for him.

“Yep! I’m pretty sure you got like a million questions. Besides you need to be briefed!” Cameron said “So I’m taking you, Alec and my bratty little brother while my buddy Andy is taking our new slaves.” Then he shrugged “Standard procedure.”

Freddy was a little troubled by the news. He didn’t want to skip class, he was not that kind of guy. Scott on the other hand, didn’t look worried at all.

“Alright, cool!” he said, about to reach for his Vans.

“Dude, dude! Sit back down, c’mon! He’s never gonna learn if you make it that easy for him!” Cameron stopped him “Hey slave! Bring your Master his shoes!”

Freddy looked at him for an instant, then obeyed. He crawled where the shoes were and, again, reckoning he should show this guy he meant business, he willingly acted exactly like a dog. He leaned down and grabbed the rim of both shoes between his teeth.

“Haha! Nice touch, slave! You’re a quick study! I like that!” Cameron said, extremely amused.

“Hahaha! That’s a good doggy! Must have liked kissing these shoes last night, huh?” Scott ruffled his pink hair. Freddy would have bitten his hand off, had he been able to. Of course he didn’t.

The two jocks left as soon as Scott was ready. He, on the other hand, was to clean the bathroom and then join Andy ‘the tour guy’ and the other ‘slave’, whose name he didn’t know, in the common room downstairs. Just great.

When he got there the other guy was already seated at one of the tables near the kitchen.

“Uhm ... hi...” Freddy said.

The only answer he got was an extremely bleak “Hey...” which told Freddy he probably had had a rougher night than his own and that was saying something. He didn’t even look at him, he was staring at the table. There were only a few guys tinkering in the kitchen, maybe making breakfast? But no one else was in the room, it was probably too early for most of the brothers, especially after such a big party.

“Hey, so, we didn’t get the chance to introduce each other last night, I’m Freddy.” the pink haired boy said tentatively, sitting opposite the other.

“Ben...” not another word. Ok so the guy was not particularly chatty. Noted.

They sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes. The smell of bacon and eggs and toast would have been super inviting any other day. But Freddy wasn’t hungry and, by the looks of it, neither was Ben.

“Good, you’re both here!” They turned as Andy was walking towards them. Ben shot up from his seat before Freddy could even form a thought, went down on all fours and crawled towards the brother who looked surprised. “Oh ... you ... you don’t have to do that...” Andy said embarrassed, like that whole thing was not to his liking. Freddy tried to focus, his memories from the previous night were a bit fuzzy but he could have sworn he had seen this guy kneeling in a balcony in front of Cameron. His head hurt a little. Ben looked mortified. “Look, why don’t we sit down? We need to go over a few things.”

“And here’s your latte!” the pretty waitress smiled bashfully at Cameron.

“Thanks, beautiful!” the boy answered, flaunting his undeniable charisma “What time do you get off? Maybe you and I could go out for a drink later, what do you say?”.

Scott had to acknowledge how much of a player this guy was and it was no surprise whatsoever when the chick giggled and hurried to say ‘yes’.

“Hey, gotta keep up my quota! hehe!” Cameron winked at him and the other two freshmen after she had left.

“Fuckin’-A-right, dude!” said Alec and they all snickered.

“Alright, boys! Let’s get to business!” Cameron said matter-of-factly but with a mischievous grin “You are now officially Pi Kappa Alpha brothers, for all intents and purposes, which means that you are, therefore, entitled to certain ... perks...” he snickered slightly and paused a little dramatically “Of course I’m talking about the massive archive of every single test given on this campus, free tutoring sessions, cheat sheets you could never even dream of, total leniency towards cutting classes and pretty much more pussy than you can possibly fuck!” He listed all those benefits and Scott could feel his lips arching more and more into a happy grin “In short, you’re in for a pretty sweet ride!”

“Definitely like what you’re saying, bro!” said Scott while sipping on his drink.

“Hehe! Yeah, I gotta say that slave shit is pretty fucking awesome too! Haha!” cackled Kit “That little bitch you gave us is a total wimp!”

“Yeah, no shit!” agreed Alec “Your brother even made him cry at one point last night!”

“I made him cry?” protested Kit playfully “You kicked him in the balls!”

“Hey! That was an accident!”

“Three times?”

“Whatever, I didn’t kick him that hard!”

The two boys acted like they had been friends for quite a while now even though they had literally met the day before. Cameron watched them and smiled calmly.

“Oh, I know he’s a wimp!” he said “And so is the pink haired homo he got!” he said pointing at Scott “Am I right, bro?”

Scott smiled. He loved that kind of locker room banter. No fake righteousness or political correctness, just plain and simple words to describe the world.

“Well, yeah, he’s easily the biggest fag on the planet but a wimp? I don’t know. He’s a pain in the ass, that’s what he is!” Scott told them “He never shuts up about fucking queer rights and shit, he’s pretty annoying!”

“Uh! Those are the worst!” Cameron commented “Bet if feels pretty nice to have him down on all fours like your personal bitch, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah! I’m gonna make sure to teach him a lesson in humility, at least till this taming thing is happening.”

Cameron’s smirk deepened. He paused for a second.

“What if I told you that the ‘taming’ is just a coverup?”

The three younger boys frowned. Alec was the one who asked “What do you mean? A coverup for what?”

“Well, you see, over the last fifty years, the selection process for the brothers has been honed to perfection.” Cameron began confidently “And in this frat, just like in life, there are winners like us and losers like them. Pi Kappa Alpha has been helping both sides to understand ... how can I put it? Their place in life, I guess!”

They were hanging on his every word but they still looked confused.

“The taming is just a process to make them understand what they really want.”

“Which is?” asked Scott, his eyebrows raised.

“Be slaves.” Cameron replied like it was so obvious.

“Yeah, right!” laughed Scott and so did the other two newcomers. Cameron didn’t though. He was still smiling calmly and knowingly.

“Dude! You being serious?” Alec asked, noticing that.

“Bullshit! You would have told me about it! Don’t fuck with us!” said Kit, somewhere between angry and entertained.

“You were not ready, twerp. Sorry, frat rules!” Cameron shrugged.

“No fucking way!” Alec laughed.

“But what does that even mean?” Scott asked, amused.

“It means that if you play your cards right, you will pretty much own a completely submissive servant at your beck and call, waiting on you hand and foot for the next four years.” again with the reassuring smile and the uber confident attitude.

“C’mon man, get real!” said Scott, still not convinced.

“Why? Would it be that awful?” the frat president asked.

Scott snorted.

“No, dude! It wouldn’t! Fuck, it would be awesome! But it ain’t gonna happen! How the hell are you gonna make them ‘understand their place in life’?”

Cameron smirked again and very conversationally said:

“Oh, that’s easy! With the app!”

“What app?” Freddy asked Andy.

“Why don’t you download it now so I can guide you through it? Here, I’ll send you the link.”

Freddy was frowning a little, unlike that Ben guy, but they both did what their upperclassman said. When the app was installed, they clicked on the icon and they were welcomed by a daunting choice. Slave or Master.

“Really? Isn’t this taking things a little too far? It’s just for a couple of months.” said Freddy kinda irritably.

“Sixty-eight days, to be precise.” Andy corrected him “You see, the frat’s business tends to get very official. We find it’s the most efficient way of running things.” he smiled at them then added “Guess you know where to click.”

Freddy reluctantly proceeded to click on that awful, anachronistic word.

“Here, I already created a username and password for each of you.” prompted the always kind Andy putting a piece of paper in front of them.

“Number 8 and Number 9.” Freddy read outloud “We have numbers? What are we cattle? This is ridiculous!” he mumbled indignantly.

Andy raised his eyebrows.

“No one’s forcing you to do this. Just leave if it’s not what you want.” the older boy said, uncharacteristically bluntly, “Of course you’re gonna give up all the privileges the brothers have, but if it’s too much for you...”

Freddy was a little taken aback. He wasn’t expecting this kinda talk from this guy who was clearly playing with his pride and unfortunately doing a pretty good job. Nope, no way he was gonna give up. If it was the last thing he did he was gonna be part of the frat!

“It’s not, it’s not! I was just ... Never mind ... Here, I’m logging in!” Freddy said a little awkwardly. Why was the other guy so quiet?

“Good!” Andy smiled his usual amiable smile “Then let me explain what this whole ‘taming’ thing is about.” He continued matter-of-factly “Bottom line, the Frat council wants to know if you’re ‘Brother’ material. That’s to say if you are spirited, strong-willed and manly enough to be part of this glorious institution.” he almost spoke with reverence “You need to show them that you’re worthy. Which is why for the next sixty-eight days the brothers will put you through the most degrading stuff they can come up with ... and trust me, they are extremely creative...” he added as a side note “To see if you can take it or if you’re simply gonna crack and leave. You with me, so far?”

The other guy, Ben, nodded quietly. Freddy hissed a resigned ‘yes’.

“Awesome! So the app is our way of keeping score. You will be evaluated constantly by the brothers on how you obey their orders or complete the tasks they assign you.” Andy went on explaining. Freddy’s rage was stirring again “Points will be given and taken from you depending on how well or promptly you perform. Every brother can do that but you will be getting most of your rewards and punishments from your respective masters.”

“Punishments?! Is this a joke?” Freddy couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“No.” replied Andy calmly “Why? I think it’s fair. You need to be punished if you screw up, how else are you going to learn?”

“L ... learn??” Freddy was frowning so hard his forehead was starting to hurt “Learn what? This is just a stupid scholarly stunt!”

“Well, it’s a good thing I haven’t finished debriefing you, because a statement like that would have cost you a few points of demerit.” Andy explained inexorably “You don’t question the Fraternity or the brothers, ever! If you do, you get punished ... and before you say something you might regret...” Andy pressed on noticing Freddy was about to go on a rampage “ ... let me remind you, once again, that no one is forcing you to stay. You’re free to give up whenever you want but if you decide to stay you accept the rules.”

The concept was so simple Freddy couldn’t possibly offer any kind or rebuttal. He bit his tongue in frustration and remained silent. Andy commented “Smart!” then went back to explaining the app “You can check your status from the home page as well as all the tasks the brothers assign you to. It’s quite intuitive, really.” Freddy’s brain was about to explode “Now, don’t forget! Your masters will be evaluating you 24/7, you need to keep them happy if you want to have any real chance, ok?” they were almost the same words Cameron had used “Oh, shoot, I was about to forget one of the most important things!” Andy added.

“What?” asked Freddy.

“The required listening.”

“The what, now?” Kit asked, extremely amused by the whole conversation. Cameron chuckled.

“This is pure gold, guys.” He sounded proud, no question. “It actually started in ‘72. Four years after Pi Kappa Alpha was set up. Terry Donning, then president, decided to leave a recording of what he thought real men should act like, compared to ... well, faggots and how god and nature made them inherently inferior and how they should be serving us.” Cameron revealed. The three freshmen were listening intently, though still a bit confused. “Obviously the other brothers liked the idea and left similar recordings, sort of like a legacy for the future generations and it became a tradition. Fast forward fifty years and ‘bam’! You got an archive of over six-hundred files which make up what we like to call the ‘required listening’.” he smirked then added “It’s like the world’s most complete and thorough educational podcast ... but for fags!”

Scott was trying to process all that info and was seriously about to pinch himself to see if this whole thing was a dream. Or maybe it was one of those social experiments where they test you and there’s cameras everywhere. Was this guy for real? Mind you, not that Scott had any real problem with the content of his words. The household he had been brought up in was definitely one you would call conservative. His dad was a truck driver and his mom was a waitress who pretty much doubled as their doormat which, as much as the boy loved her, he didn’t really see a problem with. Needless to say, faggots and sissies had been discussed at length by his father, in front of the TV, maybe after a few beers and that had been happening since Scott could remember so, again, he had no problem with the content of Cameron’s words. The openness with which he was talking about it, on the other hand, was, although refreshing, a bit surprising. And this whole operation ... It sounded like there was a whole process behind it. Something big. Like really big!

“Ok, dude, don’t get me wrong, I’m no fag protector, believe me, but doesn’t this sound like brainwashing ... a little?”

Cameron had a funny smile while he shrugged and said:

“Well, it would be brainwashing if we made them believe stuff that’s not true or that goes against their own nature, but that’s not at all what we’re doing here...” he explained “Faggots are inferior. Period. And in my book the only thing they’re good for is making our life easier in any possible way. And the thing is, bro, they know it too, they’re just confused. That’s why I’m saying this is educational for them because it is!” His words carried so much confidence, conviction and most of all persuasion. It was next to impossible not to agree wholeheartedly. He went on “Let me give you an example. I got paired up with Andy when we were both freshmen. Back then he was all fucking ‘out and proud’, whatever the fuck that means...” he sounded disgusted and his face matched his tone. “Now the first time I made him lick my muddy cleats clean he cried the whole fucking time and kept gagging.” Scott, Alec and Kitt were staring at him like he was fucking with them “Now he begs me to do it every single time I come back from training and thanks me for it too. Just like he should. He needs it. Pleasing and serving me is the only thing that really matters to him now. He fucking craves my...”

“Woah, woah, woah, hold up! Andy as in ‘tour-guide-Andy’?” Scott said, his eyebrows so high he was starting to look funny.

“Yep!”

“He’s your...”

“Slave, yep! He went through the taming three years ago and after the 68 days he pledged as a frat slave and was officially assigned to me. He was branded and everything. There is a whole ceremony...” he started but then went “Look, the point is, you three have a duty. You need to train those two to the point that when the taming is over they actually chose to become part of the frat not as brothers but as slaves. And I mean it in the most literal sense possible. They WILL become property of Pi Kappa Alpha. It’s not just one of those BDSM roleplay shit.”

A few seconds of stunned silence.

“Dude, I’m soooo in!” Alec snorted and high fived Cameron.

“Awesome. Twerp?” the president turned to Kit who snorted even louder than his new best friend.

“You have to ask, bro? C’mon!” was his answer which brought a positively happy grin on Cameron’s face.

“Two down. Ackerman? What’s it gonna be?”

Scott couldn’t hide his smile for long. He shook his head, shrugged and went.

“Whatever, man! This is totally nuts but ... sure, what’s the harm? At the very least it will be funny.”

Kitt and Alec laughed approvingly and roughed him up playfully.

Cameron was now donning a cheeky little smirk as he said: “Oh, you have no idea!”

Ben Whitaker was not having a great day. He had listened to everything that Andy guy had said about the frat and the app but most of that stuff he already knew. Dillon had revealed pretty much all of it in the six months they had been in touch. He wasn’t supposed to call him by his name, though. To a submissive little shit like him, that dead gorgeous superior black god was just ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ and Ben simply couldn’t be happier about it. No, that wasn’t the problem. He was actually looking AT the problem presently, or better yet spying on it. Master Dillon’s door was slightly ajar and the first year was stealing glances of a ripped chocolate-skinned nineteen-year-old boy sporting short dreadlocks with undercut and barely visible chin beard, wearing a white tank top and black basketball shorts. The boy was playing some noisy war videogame and swearing vehemently which was nothing if not ordinary. What was slightly less ordinary was the fact that said boy was sitting very comfortably on a human stool. There was someone on all fours with a grimy-looking jockstrap taped to their face and a pair of socks balled up into their mouth. And that, right there, was indeed a problem for Ben because, simply put, he wanted to be that someone. The kid wanted to be that someone so bad it hurt. Although, it probably didn’t hurt as much as spending his first night there as a punching bag/soccer ball for the two sadistic psychopaths he had been paired up with.

“What the fuck!!” Shouted Master Dillon “That dumb cunt just leveled my fucking base!!” as he said so he slapped the side of his stool’s head angrily. The stool didn’t move “C’mon, FatPig, you’re supposed to bring me luck!!” he smacked the chubby guy even harder which made him moan ever so slightly. Ben’s envy and jealousy were off the charts. His god had such a deep, masculine voice. He would have done anything for him. Anything! That position was uncomfortable and he wanted to see more of his perfect body and couldn’t take it any longer, so he leaned forward a little but, of course, the clumsy idiot he was, he lost balance, fell down on his ass pushing the door to Dillon’s room open.

“What the fuck you doin’ here, bitch?” The handsome features of the sophomore baller frowned down at him.

Ben got up on his knees and bowed humbly.

“I’m ... I’m ... I’m so sorry, Sir!” he stuttered as his heart was racing from excitement.

“Were you fucking spying on me you little fag perv?”

“W ... well ... uhm ... kinda ... I’m sorry, Sir!” He looked and sounded guilty as he scratched his head apologetically. His eyes noticed the athlete’s bare toes wiggling on the beige carpet. He restrained himself.

The second year snorted loudly then went: “Shut the fucking door before someone sees you.”

Ben obeyed instantly. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be seen with him. He went back down to his knees in front of his master.

“So what’s up, bitch?” Master Dillon started playing his game again.

“Uhm...” Ben was too distracted to speak his mind “Sir ... do you think I could ... maybe...” he was looking hopefully at the boy’s feet.

Dillon looked down at him, understood what he was talking about and smirked meaningfully.

“Well, you know what to do, faggot!”

“Yes, Sir!” Ben gladly took his phone from his pocket and promptly wired fifty bucks to the boy in front of him.

When he got the notification, Master Dillon checked his own phone, smirked again, then said: