Nick Fronzai

A switch flipped in my brain. I climbed out of the pool and crawled over to my brother. I whimpered as my tongue lapped over the soles of his feet. My cock hardened. My hole twitched.

"Oh shit," my friend said.

"Yeah. Flex and say that, and my little bro turns into a complete little bitch. You get him to 'woof' when you're done and it's over."

As he watched me suck on my brother's toes, my former-best friend asked the question that permanently changed my life, "I mean, he seems happy, so why ever turn it off?"

After a moment of silence, my brother said, "Huh."

I'm vaguely aware I got hypnotized. And I'm vaguely aware that I could probably fight it off and get back to normal.

After the magnificent success of the HOMO-Food program instituted during the previous academic year New America University has attracted a large number of gay students. We are proud that our initiatives are attracting a new population of students. However, during surveys of incoming straight male students, we discovered that many of these Men are uncomfortable at the thought of the gay male student population ‘gooning’ to their ‘perverted fantasies’ of them. These young Men were most disapproving of the possibility of this happening if they were randomly assigned a gay male as a roommate in their dorm.

New America University prides itself on being a center for the enrichment and advancement of new generations of real American Men. So we took these concerns into mind when creating our new initiative, the Chastity Affects Gay Ethos program, or CAGE for short. Based on our research, social relations between gay males and Straight Men improve as much as 140% when the gay male is known by both parties to be wearing a chastity cage. The Straight Man is comfortable knowing that the gay male is not able to get an erection from the Man’s presence and the gay male is able to focus more attention onto the Straight Man and his needs. 

With this research in mind, new students who are identified as fags by our enrollment staff will be required to wear a chastity cage at all times when on campus. As part of freshman orientation each fag will have their penises measured and a custom cage will be built to fit them securely so no chance of accidental erections occur. Luckily, we have found in our preliminary testing that the average fag penis size is below 3 inches and so the material costs to create these cages are much less sizeable than previously estimated. However, fags will still be expected to pay the full cost of the cage to the Men on staff during move-in day when they are caged.

Once the cages are in place they are locked and the keys are given to a selection of students who have agreed to become keyholders. These Men are paid a stipend to not only keep track of these keys, but also to monitor the fag to ensure that the program is working as intended. In order to facilitate this these Men will be roomates with their assigned fag. 

Of course, the benefits of this program are not only experienced by our Straight Male students. A trial run of the CAGE program was conducted earlier this year with a small selection of prospective freshmen students. The results showed that fags enjoyed this program just as much or even more than their Straight keyholders. fags reported that the constant ache they felt in the cage whenever the Straight Men were around initially bothered them, but they quickly adjusted by ignoring their denial by finding a new source of pleasure in serving the Men. 

fags reported feelings of belonging and happiness as they did their keyholder’s laundry, cleaned the keyholder’s rooms, and serving as their keyholder’s footrest. The fags indicated that their constant state of arousal with no relief meant they became more focused on living vicariously through their keyholder’s pleasure. Some reported feeling like slaves, but contrary to common conception the fags who reported this unanimously felt this was a good thing and wanted to more formally make that arrangement permanent.

The Men for their part have taken to the situation with the trailblazing eagerness and domination to be expected from our future leaders. As keyholders their duties include punishing misbehaviors of fag students such as disrespecting Straight Men, disobeying Straight Men, or implying any sense of equality between fags and Straight Men. They have whipped the fags into shape through rigorous and steady discipline like spanking. Some Men have used the promise of future temporary ‘release’ from the cages for their fags. Of course, even though this is within their discretion, this release has not come to pass. Others promise the fag a reward of servicing the keyholder’s cock or licking their feet. Although such rewards are readily available through the HOMO-food program, we have found that caged fags hold their keyholders in highest regard and will seek out such rewards even with other options available.

Some may still be apprehensive about the program, but you don’t have to take our word for it. We’ve included some excerpts from interviews with students in the trial program below.

“My father signed me up for NAU against my will but now I see he was right now that my roommate holds my keys. I no longer want to march for fag rights. I only want to make my master happy.”

“My little dick used to constantly get hard around all the Straight Men in my school. Being around them was torturous and they even made fun of me whenever they could see my dick leaking after they shoved their feet in my face. Now, they still make fun of me, but I’m able to focus on making sure they get all the enjoyment out of it they deserve.”

“I was so upset when my keyholder turned out to be my high school bully.  He used to shove my face in his pits during gym class and I used to cry later in the stalls as I jerked off trying to taste any bit of his pit stink that was left on my face. I tried to get it changed but I was told that the fag’s decision didn’t matter in the assignment. Now when he shoves my face in his pits and laughs I’m not able to jerk off and I’m constantly horny for him. He keeps telling me if I do a good enough job cleaning his pits he’ll let me jerk off again so I’m trying to become the best fag for him that I can.”

“I used to think fags were useless until I signed up for this program. I still think they’re pretty disgusting but at least they can be of service. Oh, and they suck cock pretty good too.”

As you can see this program will be a welcome change for our student population. We expect our program to become a model emulated by campuses across the nation. In fact, given the enthusiasm for the early trials several elected officials across the nation are currently advocating further research for a potential nationwide mandate for all government funded schools to have a mandatory CAGE program. 

- Does that mean homos will now have to wear chastity cages?

- Yeah, bro!

- So cool, bro!

“I just lost the right to get an erection and my father and brother voted to take it away from me. Fuck, that’s so hot!”

“I’m a second class citizen and now I have a second class dick, it feels so right!”

- Does that mean homos will now have to wear chastity cages?

- Yeah, bro!

- So cool, bro!

"Hey, are you taking a picture of me?" Derek grabbed my phone from my hands and started scrolling through my photos.

"No, give me my phone back!" I tried to take it back but Derek just pushed my back with his foot.

"Oh, fuck, there's a bunch of my pictures... and some other guys. I've never known, you're a little faggot", he started laughing.

"Do you like those muscles?" he flexed his biceps and looked at me, pressing his foot against my growing bulge.

I blushed with embarrassment and jumped up to pick my phone but Derek grabbed me and pulled me close to him, encirlcling my throat with his strong arm.

I gripped his thick forearm struggling to free myself but he was too strong. His hold tightened and I could feel the blood rushing to my head, "No, please! Stop!" I started kicking him.

He didn’t speak to you again, but for the next three months, you followed the same routine of going to the gym everyday at the time when he’d usually be there. Some days you saw him, some days you didn’t, but every single night for three months you’d go home and masturbate thinking of him, looking at the one photo he sent you. It was always the best when you caught him flexing shirtless.

Whenever you’d see him, you knew not to speak to him, you knew you weren’t allowed. You stopped trying to hookup with guys because it became useless, you knew none would compare and you’d think of him the entire time.

When your phone lit up with a text from him, you instantly got a boner, staring at his picture for so long, you even memorized his phone number.

“You live alone?”

You have no idea why he’d ask you this, you think he might’ve texted the wrong number but you know better than to waste your chance.

“Yeah I do” you respond instantly.

“Set it up, trying to fuck this girl and roommate won’t leave, take down all pictures, and send the address”

You get up and start cleaning up as instructed instantly, all photos taken down, cleaned up the entire place, taking extra care of the bedroom and bathroom. Not an hour later he showed up.

You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have his presence in your house, you immediately get even hornier than ever before.

You opened the door and he barely looked at you, walking in.

“Nice place you got fag”

“Ugh yeah, yeah, than-“

And you felt his palm against your face immediately, it was playful but it hurt, his hand was so big.

“No talking unless you’re told faggot” you nod in agreement, you didn’t even understand what was happening, all you knew was your dick was about to explode.

He pulled out his phone and sent you a text, a list of liquor bottles, you understood, you put your shoes on and went out to get every last thing on the list.

You were nervous leaving a stranger in your house with all your belongings, but your submission to him was inexplainable, and out of your hands.

You knock on the door, afraid of just coming in and disturbing him, he lets you in, he’s shirtless now and blasting music, he connected to your sound system, and it’s already feeling like he owns the place.

“Alright so how will I make sure you don’t creep on me and my bitch?” He asks.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t, I promis-“

Your cut off and you know to shut up when he’s speaking

“Don’t you have a closet?”

“Well there’s the walk in closet in my room”

“Too close faggot” his tone getting impatient

“There’s also a closet in the kitchen but it’s quite small”

Before you even finish talking he’s walking to the kitchen, he finds the closet door and opens it.

“Quickly fag” he instructs, and you take your position, having to crouch down to fit.

He puts out his hand “phone” he says in a demanding tone.

You pull it out clumsily and hand it to him, you don’t know how but you have no choice but to obey him.

“Good boi” he says looking down on you with a handsome devilish grin on his face, giving you the middle finger.

He closes the door and you hear him lock it.

You don’t even have the space to pull your faggot dick out but you immediately start rubbing it and you cum all over your pants in less than a minute.

Your first day back at the gym seemed endless, you hated it and couldn’t wait to be over. You got a membership from your friend for your birthday and you knew it wouldn’t be fair not to use it at all, so you dragged yourself there. But your day entirely turned around the moment you saw him.

He was the most beautiful man you ever laid eyes on, young, muscular, incredibly handsome. You thought you could get away with staring because everyone else was watching him, he was lifting weights while talking to two girls at once who couldn’t stop laughing, from nerves you assume. He was remarkable. And watching his exercise was thrilling.you changed your mind about leaving after your pathetic, 25 minute run and stayed the whole time he was there, switching machines to always have him in your line of sight, while trying not to be too obvious. At one point you’re lucky enough to see him even take his shirt off

That entire week you had gone back at the exact same time and on your lucky days you saw him, on your less lucky days you’d spend three hours, half pretending to work out while you wait for him to show up before having to leave.

After about 3 months of watching him, you became obsessed, couldn’t stop thinking about him, couldn’t stop watching him, admiring him. You saw him helping a young girl, or at least pretending to help, he was clearly just grabbing her ass telling her to go up and down into squats, telling her she’s doing a good job while she giggled. You thought here’s my only chance to speak to him, you go up nervous as you’ve ever been and get the courage to speak

“Um excuse me, sorry hi” they both turn to face you, the irritation is clear on his face from that moment.

“I’m sorry you just clearly know what you’re doing in the gym, especially with the impressive physique you got” you wait for a moment thinking he’ll thank you, but he just looks more irritated, so you carry on “I just, I was wondering if you could help me? I just have no clue what to do for muscle gai-“ he cuts you off and you see his irritation turn into a smirk “yeah clearly” he says, the girl laughs and tries to hide it, he laughs right in your face.

You know you fucked up now, he wasn’t gonna help you, why would did he? You were really stupid enough to think he was gonna get close to you and tell you what to do?

You decide to save yourself the embarrassment and start to turn away but then you hear him

“it’s 800$ for 4 sessions”

You knew he wasn’t a gym instructor, you’ve stalked him enough to know he never instructed anyone here except pretty girls, and he was more flirting than instructing anyway, and 800$ for 4?? Is he crazy?

“Let me get my phone to Venmo you” you say, you didn’t even know you were gonna say that, you thought you were getting ready to leave but the excitement must’ve gotten in your head. You go grab your phone, hand it to him, he enters his account and just like that you transferred him 800$, the girl walks away at this point and you ask for his number, he looks at you confused

“to set up the sessions” you say.

“Oh come on bro, she left, you don’t need to pretend” fuck what have you gotten yourself into? What is he talking about, you already paid him.

“But I just transferred you for th-“

“Listen, I know you’ve been creeping on me for months, I know you’re not the only guy who does it but fuck man you’re really not discreet, you don’t even wanna work out come on” he says before playfully slapping your stomach; he might have done it playfully but fuck his strength, the power of his light slap turns you on, you can’t even look up to face him.

“Listen, because I’m feeling nice I’ll tell you what, I’m coming here the next 4 days, I’ll be here at 2pm, you can come watch” you get hard instantly.

“Yes okay that seems fair, but if you’re not here on one of the days?”

“Well then you’ve missed your shot faggot” he said while smirking and getting up to leave, before he leaves he takes your number.

3 hours later you get this pic sent to you with “here’s your moneys worth fag, I’m feeling very generous today”

You spend the next 2 hours jerking and cumming, over and over again, thinking of him and staring at his picture.

“Thank you Sir, best money I ever spent” is all you can manage to text him back.