was a faggot

Members of the campus Gay-Straight Alliance were confused when they arrived at the normal meeting space and found it empty with no chairs. Still, many of them just sat on the floor and waited for proceedings to start.

They seemed even more confused when the straight Captain of the campus wrestling team walked in holding a leash that lead to a collar around the neck of the alliance president who was carrying a stool with both hands which he placed in the center of the room and beside which he dutifully knelt. The wrestling Captain sat down on the chair and in doing so became the only person not on the floor.

“Okay see if you faggots can stop staring at me long enough to try to listen to what I’m saying. Your president here spent last night crawling around the wrestling hall bathroom licking toilets clean while me and some buddies took pictures and it also seemed like he was eavesdropping. The wrestling team wants to take a trip this summer to a rented beach house up state. We need time to unwind after we win the big tournament but we’re so busy training and having actual worth to the college, that we haven’t been able to raise funds. When your president heard this and after he had gulped down a mouthful of my piss, he made a proposition. Isn’t that right, faggot?”

The wrestling Captain had grabbed by alliance president’s peroxide dyed hair and made him nod in compliance.

“ You fags have literally nothing to do. You have no competitions to win and the college expects nothing from you so we think that you should raise the money. We’ll probably need about 20 grand in total to cover the place, the food, the booze and keep in mind we all plan to bring plenty of pussy to entertain ourselves. We don’t really care how you do it but we want it all in the next 50 days. Now, we know your president here is in favor of the idea but if there’s anyone here that doesn’t agree, feel free to leave now”.

The room was still, more mature members were sporting obvious hard-ons in their skinny jeans. Two brand new members who had come along for their first night were kneeling in the back row. Both thought about leaving but were completely transfixed on the straight Alpha in front of them.

“Haha, not a single one of you faggots left. I fucking knew it. Okay so organize your fruity little bake sales or car washes. A few of you have cars, I’m sure they’ll catch some cash if you sell them. I’m sure a bunch of you have tickets to that Katy Perry concert coming up. Sell them and hand over the cash. Shit, call your poor parents and beg them if you have to”

The wrestling Captain grabbed the alliance president by his hair and chin and held his face to his own.

“Well i’m sure you scum have a lot of work to do but take this and don’t wipe it off”.

The wrestling Captain roughly cleared his sinuses and spat a discolored loogie right into his fag’s face.

“So long you pieces of shit and keep your eyes on the floor until I’m gone. Remember that’s 50 days!”.


The alliance president waited until he heard the door close to stand up, leash still swinging from his neck and spit still dripping down his face.


“Well, I’m glad we’re all on the same page and I guess we have some work to do”.