"What Are You Looking At Faggot? Haven't You Ever Seen A Cock Cage Before?"

"What are you looking at faggot? Haven't you ever seen a cock cage before?"

You knew better than to provoke a member of the Chaste-Frat, but you couldn't resist sneaking a peak at this alpha in the gym showers. He pushed you to your knees and put your gawking mouth to work, licking the slit of his cage and his balls.

Once he saw just how hard your cock was, he smirked and pulled out his phone to make a call. After a few rings, someone picked up on the other end of the line while you kissed the alphas cage.

"Hey Chad, break out the caging kit and make sure all the bros are at the house tonight, I just found the newest pledge for the Chaste-Frat."

His alpha brothers' feet called to him. He had been stealing socks and sneakers since he lesrned to masterbate. He longed to tell his brother the truth and worship his feet for real, but he was too weak. Then came the moment he had dreamed of for years. His brother asleep in bed after the gym, door open, foot exposed. The faggot crept in through the door and began his worship. So lost was he in exctecy and submission, that he didnt notice the triumphant grin on his brothers face.

Harry moaned out in pleasure as he erupted deep into your hole, you were about to cum to... but you couldn't. Your face and body began to tingle and change. Harry stood you up and put you infront of a mirror. Where there should have been an image of you and Harry, there was instead an image of two of him. You felt your new face with your new hands while your new cock ached with denial. The first Harry slipped a chain around your neck and a cap onto your head. You felt an overwhelming need to breed and spread your, no, Harry's seed. With a kiss on the lips Harry caught your attention and wispered "We are Harry, and we are legion." Both of you oarted ways with one single goal in mind: Spread Harry around the world.

When coach sends him a message, Gregs mind slows to a crawl. He is just a dumb jock bro that needs to obey hos Coach. Greg and his tram send Coach pics of themsleves flexing everyday, and it feels good to flex for coach. Coach is his master, dumb jocks like him must obey Coach.

That buldge in his pants made you weak in the knees. It was your last chance to prove to your big brother that you were not the submissive depraved faggot he thought you were. All you had to do was kneel infront of his magnificent body and not get hard. Thats all. He stripped you naked so he could see when you lost. He started a timer on his phone but before the 10 mins was up he had your mouth gagged, hole plugged, cock caged and tied up on the bed while he heckled over the phone for a good price. You've been his best friends slave for 2 years now. You thank your brother everyday. Even when you didn't, he knew that this was what would make you happiest, and he was right. You're life is perfect, your master is perfect, and you are the perfect faggot.