In hindsight, it was a big mistake renting out part of our house to our college frat boy neighbors. My mom Cindy was all for it at first because they seemed like such great university kids. But it didn't take long before our house essentially turned into a wing of the frat house next door.
They turned me - the oldest male living there at 25 years old - into their butler, or as they called me, the "housefag." These cocky college students had no problem slapping me around when I didn't do things to their satisfaction, and I was too much of a pussy to say anything. The meeker I became, the more they bullied me. As far as they were concerned, a 25-year old living with his mommy (who didn't have any disabilities, illnesses, or handicaps) was the furthest thing from an alpha male, or 'real men' like them, as they suggested. Part of me wishes I lied and said I had an ailment of some sort just so they would lay off me, but it was too late for that. If I had lied this late in the game, the frat boys would have called me out on it.
I wasn't going to ask my mom to protect me, so I kept all of this to myself. The last of the frat boys to move in was their leader, a football player named Zack. My gut was telling me he was bad news, but my tune changed when Zack told everyone to back off of me. He was the top dog of the fraternity; the alpha male everyone looked up to. So, when Zack told everyone not to bother me anymore, he not only became my hero, he became my mom's hero as well. My MILF mother wasn't aware of all the torment her new tenants had put me through, though. All she saw was a big brother for me in Zack, someone who could keep me safe (even though I was five years older than the kid). It didn't take long for Zack and my mom Cindy became fast friends. In fact, the big jock charmed my mom into giving him my bedroom. I was relocated to one of the smaller rooms in the basement we were renting out. My mom encouraged me to be a gracious host for the sake of keeping our tenants happy, "especially Zack," as she put it.
ONE WEEK LATER
Once Zack moved in, he and my mother were inseparable. Zack and my mother got along well, to the point where spending time with each other wasn't unusual. I tried to warm up to Zack, but he had other plans for me. He didn't tell the other guys to lay off of me because he was a good guy - he wanted me all to himself, his own personal assistant. The big jock's rationale was that I would be useless to him if I were spread too thin or hurt. As such, I was safe from everyone because Zack was the only one who could lay a finger on me and tell me what to do.
As such, when I was cleaning, I wasn't just doing it for myself and my mom, but for the frat house leader, too. Zack left his dirty socks and boxer-shorts on the floor instead of the hamper I bought him. The football jock was a total slob, but not because he was unhygienic - it was because he was used to things being done for him. This was intentional - a way to show me who was in charge.
At a party Zack decided to throw at my place one night, he really exhorted his authority over me in front of a large crowd. What made it really humiliating was that the big jock had a surprise ally - Cindy.
"My drink needs a refill, housefag," Zack shouted with his arm around my MILF mom.
"You heard him, honey," My mother said looking at me, confused as to why I wasn't immediately responding to Zack's request. "What did I say earlier about being a gracious host?"
"Oh, and while you're up, the place is getting a bit untidy," Zack said looking around the room. "Time for you to do another clean-up round, right buddy?"
"Uh, sure..." I said with a tone in my voice.
"You might wanna work on your attitude, bro," Zack said to me with a shit-eating smile on his face. "As your hot mom said, we're part of the household now."
"He's right, honey," My mom said stroking Zack's chest. "I raised you better than this. Go around the room, ask who needs refills. Be proactive, honey."
"Um, everyone good for refills?" I said with my hands in my pockets looking around.
"Man, it's like you gotta hold the housefag's hand for each little thing!" Zack said to my mom. "Grab a pen, a paper, approach each person here and ask them what you can get them. Take the list, make the drinks, grab the food, place it on a tray, then serve each person. It ain't rocket science, buddy."
"You're so smart," My mom flirtatiously said to Zack while stroking his chest more passionately.
"Nope," Zack said to her with a wink and a grin. "I just have manners."
"You see that, sweetie?" My mom said to me without breaking eye contact with Zack. "This is a man you can look up to."
"If you want, I can take the kid under my wing," Zack said to my mom while stroking her shoulder with his arm around her. "Show him what it takes to be a man."
"That's a great idea!" My mom ecstatically squealed. "It'll be great for him to have a man around. You can be the big brother he never had. How does that sound, honey?"
"Sounds great," I lied. Zack was younger than me, and here he was preparing to teach me how to be a man. Ugh!
"Hey, housefag, that refill I asked for still ain't in my hand!" Zack shouted in my direction while standing behind my mom. From my peripheral vision, it looked like Zack was grinding his crotch against my MILF mom's ass as he said that. I ran into the kitchen and got Zack his drink before approaching each person to ask if they needed anything, as instructed by the big jock. The snickering behind my back was deafening.
TWO WEEKS LATER
The only interaction Zack had with me was to boss me around, either dumping his dirty football gear in my hands or ordering me to make him food. I never disobeyed the kid because truth be told I was intimidated by him. He had already done some humiliating things to me in front of the other frat boys, like hanging me from my underwear on a stairwell hook, switching my refrigerated apple juice with a glass full of his piss, and even writing "HOUSEFAG" with magic marker on my forehead. It got to the point where I was instinctively doing things for Zack. For instance, when he got home, I was quick to kneel before him and unlace his sneakers. I even buffed his dress shoes as he wore them one night before he left. I fetched him water when he needed it, tidied up any empty bottles laying around, and opened food at the dinner table when he ate.
THREE WEEKS LATER
Over time, I became accustomed to Zack's authority, to the point where I considered it an honor that he even gave me the time of day. I saw how popular he was, and how everyone wanted to be his friend (even though only the cool kids got to be). I realized what an opportunity I was given to serve such an alpha male, and that if he replaced me, I'd never get to hang out with someone as cool as him. The fact that he was younger than me no longer mattered - I looked up at the big jock like a big brother.
There was a bit of a learning curve for my subordination to Zack. I tried to stand up for myself on one particular day, and things didn't exactly go my way. I got lippy with him and earned a smack on the cheek for my attitude. Zack's hands were huge; they were clearly made for catching footballs or punching guys out. I looked up at the college football player in fear.
"You want another smack, housefag?" Zack asked me.
"No." I meekly replied.
"No what?"
"No, please!"
SMACK.
