His frat

"Weren't you in a frat in college? Tri- Delta?" you say cracking with a smile.

"yeah..." He starts and that's when the memories flood in. You had volunteered to take part in a hazing scheme for incoming freshies. If they wanted to join the frat, they had to suck your cock.

Your cock had been supposed to be just for hazing, but it wasn't long before everyone in the frat was begging for a turn sucking your cock.

Everyone except for Mitch who instead quietly judged everyone else. He later regretted it though, since the rest of the frat began to make fun of Mitch for it, calling him "Miss Prude Mitch"

"You made me the laughing stock of my fraternity." Mitch adjusts uncomfortably, "You're an asshole."

"I mean it's quite astounding. How many men were in that frat? Forty? To think every single one of them, minus you Miss prude Mitch elected me their leader unanimously." you say and memories continue to flow into your mind. It's a younger you, in the frat. You are head of the frat, your brothers looking to you for guidance and of course your dick. You had to make a rule. Every night, two men would sleep with you. One was of your choice, the other was on rotation.

"It was a cult, is what it was," he said angrily, "I had to have sex with you."

"Uh, no you didn't, I distinctly remember never forcing you to have sex with me. You would just sit there and watch like the cuck you are. I had given you the opportunity to swap out many a time, but you're the one who said you'd do it."

"Yeah, right I had a choice. You know perfectly well I would've been bullied even more if I had skipped out."

"Bullied? Oh come on? It wasn't all that bad."

"All that bad? You banned us from having girlfriends, from masturbation, or even from sex outside of night visits with you."

"Wanted to make sure I wasn't getting skimped and I never heard any complaints," you say cracking a smirk.

"Yeah, because if anyone spoke out, they would be blacklisted from your pick of nightly Fuck buddies." Mitch said growing agitated, "I...that frat was full of extremely horny men..." Mitch shivered as a thought entered his brain of a time he was dry-humped by two other members. "I couldn't cum for four whole years."

"A frat full of extremely horny men who wore thongs." you say with a smile as you shift the memory slightly,

"And well Mitch, whose fault is that. I mean you could've left at any time."

"No I couldn't. What was I supposed to tell people, "Hey I was apart of a gay harem, but I didn't do any gay shit. Trust me? No, no one would believe me."

"If you didn't feel safe you should've gone to the police?" you say knowing full well that a new memory would fill both of your minds, one where a cop was on his knees sucking your cock.

"Shut up, I know you had the cops in on it too..."

"I had to go see the school's therapist because of..." Mitch starts but then another image floods your mind... one of a man with razor-short hair sucking your cock.

"Oh, I remember him. I think you met with him on Tuesdays right after I had him. Sorry if he was a little drained after our meetings. He was really good at getting in my head, or at least sucking it." you said, cupping your cock in your pants.

"You fucking bitch. Can't you keep it in your god damn pants for once in your life? You had no right to fuck my therapist."

"Technically, he wasn't just your therapist. He was also mine and he prescribed me 100ccs of Suckas Dickus," you say.

"Why do you keep fucking everyone in my life."

"The real question is why you haven't sucked my dick yet. It's bound to happen."

"Shut up!" Mitch yells now. Slamming a fist on the desk.

"Ooo testy. But come on, the thought must have crossed your mind at some time. I mean, you were celibate for four years." you say.