Gentle:
“Thank you for inviting me to your brunch Dawn,” Melanie said.
“But of course,” Dawn said from the head of the table. Next to her was a bell attached to a piece of string that went out the kitchen door behind her. “Even though you’ve only been a sister for a short while now, I see great potential in you. You are welcome at our table. Isn’t she sisters?”
Cyndi nodded, and so did Gretchen, a dark haired beauty in a blue sundress.
“So is there an occasion for this brunch Dawn?” Asked Raven. “Or this a just because brunch?”
“Well I suppose there was a bit of a surprise I wanted to share with you. You see, I finally stood up to Darren for all his hounding around.”
“He told you?” Gretchen asked.
“Told me what?”
“About the women he was fooling with of course.”
“Let’s just say I got it out of him,” Dawn said closing her fist in front of the girls.
“Bout time,” Melanie said, “if you don’t mind my saying.”
“Not at all, Mel,” you’re one of us now.”
“So did you kick him to the curb?” Melanie asked.
“Oh I kicked something alright. But then he begged me for another chance. You should’ve seen him blubbering and begging. He was so scared of losing me.”
“Was this before or after you let go of his balls?” Cyndi asked. “Because it sounds like he was afraid of losing something else.”
“I told him that if he couldn’t act like a gentleman he would have to find another girlfriend.”
“Wouldn’t be that hard for him,” Gretchen laughed.
“He knows I’m worth it,” Dawn said. “And today he’s going to prove it.”
She rang the bell next to her by pulling it hard. A voice yelped out from the kitchen.
“YOW”
“Oh butler, come bring us our brunch.”
Darren came out of the kitchen. He was dressed like a butler in a fancy yet subservient suit, holding a tray with four dishes on it, and sticking out of the fly of his pants was the other end of the rope that was attached to Dawn’s bell.
“Darren?”
“Hi Gretchen,” Darren said avoiding eye contact.
“Oh, so he is to be our server today?” Cyndi asked. “How appropriate.”
“Come along then, serve the ladies. Chop chop,” Dawn said, tugging on the rope with each command. “And be sure not to spill anything.”
“Oh my god,” Melanie covered her mouth as she stared at Darren’s fly. “Is that rope tied around his balls?”
“Desperate times call for desperate measure,” Cyndi mused. “Darren be a dear and pour me some wine,” she held out of glass.”
Darren walked over to Cyndi, the rope dragging across the floor behind him as he walked around the table. “Of course, madame.”
“Madame? Well aren’t you quite the gentleman?” Cyndi said.
“He better be,” Dawn said, “Because if he isn’t, then the second that rope come off, the chastity cage goes on.”
“What?” Gretchen said in horror, “You’d really lock up such a beautiful cock?”
“If he ever cheats on me again, you better believe it. May even throw away the key. Right dear?”
“That’s what I agreed to when you gave me a second chance, yes,” Darren said, resigned.
“That’s right,” Dawn winked, “now pour Cyndi her wine. And don’t spill a drop.
Darren poured Cyndi her wine, but then he felt a sudden tug from the rope. His balls were pulled backwards hard and he shook pouring wine all over Cyndi’s tits. Darren clutched his balls and all eyes turned slowly to Melanie, who was holding the rope which had been on the floor as he passed her earlier.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“It’s quite alright,” Dawn said, “all in good fun. But Darren what kind of a gentleman pours win all over a girls tits. Particularly such a sweet girl like Cyndi. This isn’t Marti gras.”
“Forgive me Dawn,” Darren says. “Oh and forgive me Cyndi.”
“No no,” Dawn said, “you know what you have to say.”
Darren sighed, “oh please Dawn, my queen, punish me for my transgression.” He sulked over to Dawn.
“Yes of course,” She cupped her hand under his balls and started batting them around like a cat. “Now then where were we?”
“Well I wanted to say how good this food is-“
“Sorry Melanie,” Cyndi interrupted, “but I must say Dawn it feels wrong to let you punish Darren for something he did to me.”
“Thank you Cyndi,” Darren said.
“I am more than capable of punishing him myself,” she picked up the rope at her feet and tugged hard, pulling Darren towards her by his balls and making his squeak.
“I’m sure you are,” Dawn said, “but you are my guest, so I’m afraid I must insist,” Dawn pulled on her end of the rope and Darren’s balls jerked hard back in her direction, caught in a torturous tug of war.
“Please girls stop,” Gretchen pleaded, “you’re going to break the best balls on campus.”
“Is it just me,” Melanie asked, “or is it really obvious that Gretchen and Darren were fucking?”
“What?” Dawn asked.
“No, we weren’t,” Gretchen leered at Melanie.
“Oh come on, you’re being so obvious,” Melanie said, “the way you care about his balls.”
“I don’t care about his bals,” Gretchen tugged on the rope, sending Darren to the ground in pain, he took a dish of food with him, covering himself in eggs. “See.”
“You’re not fooling anyone. Besides Dawn already knows everything, right Dawn?” Melanie asked. “Darren spilled the beans.”
“Darren,” Dawn said, “is there something you want to tell me?” She walked over to him so she was standing above him, giving her a view up her skirt.
“Uh… no.”
Dawn stomped her high heeled shoe onto his balls.
“YES!”
“So it’s true?” She leaned her weight on his balls. “You did sleep with Gretchen?”
“I SLEPT WITH EVERYONE!”
Dawn kept her voice level, “I should’ve known it was more than just Michelle. I really should’ve known better.”
“So we agree this is your fault?” Darren asked.
“Yes,” Dawn said, “I should’ve be stricter right from the start. Tonight you go in the cage.”
“But Dawn- GAAAHAH”
“But first,” Dawn said, leaning further on his balls, “first me and the girls are going to show you what happens when you cheat on a member of this sorority. Even you Gretchen.”
Gretchen sighed, “Ok. Fine. Sorry Darren,” and she kicked him in the balls, making him spit.
“As chair of security, I will sit on Darren’s stomach and put my feet on his arms, so he cannot defend himself of fight back while we discipline him.”
“You deserve a turn too,” Dawn said. “I see now it was rude of me to try and keep you from the fun.”
“Oh I understand,” Cyndi said. “You were just trying to be a good host. Don’t worry, I can still take my turn from here, watch,” and she punched Darren in the balls.
“Oh good, well girls, this brunch didn’t go how I planned, but it can still be a brunch we never forget!”
All the girls cheered as Dawn reeled her foot back and slammed it into Darren’s balls.
Especially Melanie, “I’m so happy to be part of this crowd.”