Delta Phi Inc - Part 5

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"Have you found yourself a nice girl?"

The question had been plaguing me since I was fourteen-years-old, and the answer still remained the same.

"No, mom. I haven't".

"Oh Hunter, you know how worried I get" she groaned through the phone, "you're a handsome, smart, polite young man, there's really no reason why you shouldn't share that with someone" she went silent for a moment, realising her fatal error, and correcting it instantly; "a female, of course".

"I have to go, mom" I sighed, "I need to... Study".

"Wait, your father wants to speak to you" she replied coldly, and if the phone call had been going bad, it was about to get much worse.

"I really have to–"

"Hunter?" His voice was as harsh as it had been for as long as I'd known him.

"Hey dad".

"Hey? Don't use words like that, son" he said roughly, "what did we say about feminine words?"

I rolled my eyes, though I was thankful that I was hundreds of miles away from him and that he couldn't see me.

"Anyway" he continued, and I could tell that he'd walked away from my mom, "the next time your mother rings" he growled into the phone, "can you at least try to pretend that you're normal, for Christ's sake, you're driving the woman demented!"

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm not perfect, dad!" I snapped back, and now I was really playing with fire.

"Nobody expects you to be perfect Hunter!" He barked, "but whatever disgusting perversions you have in that twisted brain of yours don't need to be shared with your poor mother! Don't you think she's been through enough with you?!"

No matter how old I was, my dad's words always had a habit of punching me right in the heart. I tried to answer him, but the words lodged in my throat.

"You know we love you, son" he continued, and I rolled my eyes once more, though this time a tear fell down my cheek. "But this has to stop, you need to stop hurting her like this. Have you even tried to be with a woman?"

"Have you tried being what a man?" I asked before I could stop myself, and I almost heard the crucifix spinning in the kitchen.

My dad choked on his own shock before clearing his throat.

"You're lucky you're not standing in front of me, Hunter" he snarled.

"Who are you telling?" I spat back, and a moment later the phone line died, and I sat alone on campus as a dark drizzle began to fall from the sky.

It wasn't a shock to me. Both my parents had made their beliefs very clear since I was a child. They had my life mapped out for me before I could take my first fucking step, and because it wasn't going exactly according to plan, I was a failure with a sick, depraved brain.

No matter how many people I'd seen on television or heard around high school, who supported equality and gay rights, and what have you, the only opinions that held much weight for me were the ones of the people closest to me, and the opinions of my parents had been made very clear.

"Well don't you look like a ray of sunshine", Brandon's voice came from above, and I turned to find him standing over me with his grey fraternity hoodie pulled up over his head.

"Hey" I sighed, not quite bothered that I was being drenched by the rain.

"Do you... I mean, do you always sit outside in the rain?" He asked with a grin, but I wasn't in the mood for jokes.

"I was on the phone to my folks" I sighed, and evidently Brandon knew what that meant.

"Oh, that old chestnut" he smiled sympathetically, "come on, I need to go into town to pick up some things, and you look too miserable to leave you here unsupervised".

"Unsupervised?" I scoffed, "what am I, a dog?"

"Fuck no" the stunning jock laughed, "dogs are cute as fuck".

I glanced back up at him and almost melted at his wide grin, why did he have to be so hot? I smirked back and followed him out to the parking lot.

"So they know you're gay?" He asked.

Even through the thick hoodie, I could see the muscle in his back as he walked, hunched in the rain. The waft of his fresh deodorant swam through the breeze and without sounding dramatic, that alone almost made me hard. If sending me to college was supposed to make me straight, my parents would be horrified at the actual outcome.

"I've never actually told them" I explained, "but my dad found... He found stuff".

"Oh, like your dildo or something?" Brandon chuckled, and my cheeks twinged red.

"Porn"

"Was it freaky porn?"

"Freaky porn?"

"Yeah, like was one guy peeing on another guy or something?"

"No!"

"Aw dude, it wasn't like... You know where they dress up as wolves and shit?"

"It was normal porn, Brandon"

We stopped next to a very nice looking Mercedes, and I glanced at him. "Is this yours?" I asked, shocked.

"I hope so" he replied, "or else I've been driving someone else's car for a year".

He pressed the key and a moment later we were sitting inside and I gazed around the leather interior. "Holy shit, this is nice" I gawped.

The town was less than a ten minute drive from campus, and though I'd only been to the pizza joint, I knew that Brandon was driving the wrong direction to the main shopping area.

"You know it's back that way?" I said, and he glanced over at me.

"Do you think I'm kidnapping you?" He asked, and for a moment I gulped.

The idea that a bunch of handsome young men were being kind to me for no reason at all, still didn't sit right with me. If I hadn't stood and watched two of them fuck on camera the previous day, I might have thought that Brandon was kidnapping me, or at least bringing me somewhere to torment me. A few minutes later however, we pulled down a seedy looking alley, and Brandon got out.

"Oh yeah" I nodded, when we were back in the rain, "this really puts my mind at ease".

Brandon laughed, and turned me to face him. It gave Spiderman and Mary-Jane in the laneway vibes, but I'd already warned myself against feeling anything romantic toward the very hot, very straight frat boy.

"Are you open minded, Hunter?" He asked me, and I studied him for a moment.

"I... I guess" I shrugged.

"Good". Before I had a chance to enquire further, Brandon was driving me through a door that I'd barely noticed, and suddenly we were in darkness.

I could hear the faint thump of house music, and for a second I wondered if he'd taken me to a nightclub. A nightclub in the middle of the afternoon. With his hands on my shoulders, I continued walking through the dark corridor until we reached another door, and this one opened into something I can only describe as a red dungeon.

Everything was red. The floors, the walls, the ceiling. The large room was packed with all manner of devices which I shuddered to even think what their uses might be. I looked around in awe.

One glass cabinet held leather whips of all shapes and sizes. Next to that, dozens of different styled masks. Black ones, red ones, ones with blindfolds, ones with ball-gags. A wall of dildos stood opposite, they ranged from ones the size of my finger to ones bigger than my arm. I stared at them wide eyed.

"Hey Rico!" Brandon beamed, as a very huge bald man wearing a tight leather belly-top t-shirt and a pair of long, tasselled leather pants appeared from behind the desk.

"You're late" Rico quipped, rolling the L on his tongue.

He sounded as though he was from somewhere very exotic, though he was quite pale. His lips were pursed together, and his large hand rested on his hip. He was certainly sassy.

"But I love you so it's okay" he continued, waving his other hand.

"Wyatt broke the last one" Brandon sniggered, and Rico gasped.

"That boy!" The man sighed, "how he break? Too rough, I tell him, I say Wyatt you cannot be rough, you must be gentle!"

"He never listens" Brandon shrugged, and suddenly Rico had a long bull whip in his hand and smashed it through the air until it cracked and I stumbled backwards.

"He will listen to Rico, hey?" The man giggled, and his eyes landed on me.

"And who is this little kitten?" He asked, stepping toward me, "you are cheating on me Mister Brandon?"

Brandon smiled as the threatening, yet extremely camp man approached. His hand grasped my chin, pointing my face upwards as I winced.

"I'm kidding" the man giggled, "you are too cute! Oh my god".

"He's a friend" Brandon laughed, patting me on the shoulder.

"Oh well your friend should be in your movies, Mister Brandon" Rico said, and winked at me, "maybe then I would watch them".

"You watch them anyway, Rico" Brandon scoffed, "you just pretend you don't".

The flamboyant man turned swiftly on the high heel of his strangely large Stilettos and whipped back behind the desk. My heart continued to thump in my chest.

"I need all of this" Brandon said, handing him a sheet of paper which he rolled out and ran his long, red fingernail down.

"You boys use so much lube there will be a shortage for us real gays, you know this, Mister Brandon?" Rico looked up from under his brow, and then caught my eye again. I glanced over at the Wall of Dildos and pretended to be focused on that, instead.

"Are you also fake?" The man asked, and Brandon rolled his eyes.

"No, actually" he said, as though he was proud he'd finally caught a real one, "he's one hundred percent, pure, homosexual beef" his strong hand squeezed the back of my neck playfully.

"Oh la la" Rico slithered, "cute and gay!"

I smiled awkwardly as the two of them began to discuss the large list. I'd never seen anything like the place. Everywhere I looked, I found toys and objects that I never even knew existed. Rubber fists ridged for pleasure. Spankers, paddles, canes and crops, shockingly painful. Cages in the shape of flaccid penises, electric vibrators, clamps for every conceivable part of the human body, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, ropes, cord, and tape. Candles, chains, clothing and it just continued on and on and on until I became dizzy.

"Will that be all, Mister Brandon?" Rico finally asked, and I turned back to see Brandon with two large bags of items.

"Give me ten kits as well" he said, and Rico seemed to disappear into the floor before returning with a mountain of white little bags.

Brandon turned back to me and studied me for a second.

"Have you had sex before?" He asked simply, and now both he and Rico were staring at me.

I gulped. My cheeks burned red, and Rico cooed as though I was a newborn lamb.

"Don't embarrass him like this, Brandon!" He yelped, smacking Brandon's large arm, "don't you listen to him, little kitten!" He almost cried, "the best time is the right time, no?"

I cringed, but managed a smile.

"Here is one extra, just in case" Rico nodded, adding another white bag.

Brandon paid an eye-watering sum of money before finally we left.

"You only come here when you need something, Mister Brandon!" Rico called after us, "never to see how I am, or what I'm doing on Friday night, never this!"

"Goodbye Rico" Brandon laughed.

"I'm not doing anything on Friday night by the way, oh how terrible it would be if a hot college boy named Mister Brandon came to Sparkles and took advantage of me!"

The man's voice trailed off as we stepped back into the wet alleyway with the goods in hand.

"I told you" Brandon smiled, "you have to be open minded for this stuff!"