1 comments/ 23095 views/ 0 favorites The Devil Made Me Do It By: hikiteflyer All the incidents in this story are true but did not all happen with the same lady. It was early evening, about 11 p.m., on a rather blustery winter night. Barbara and I had just returned from dinner and dancing. The usual rounds of cocktails had made the evening carefree and sensual. Barbara was wearing a gold tube top with no bra. Her puffy nipples and the outline of her nipple rings were outlined by the flimsy fabric. A pair of electric blue stretch pants molded her hips, bottom and crotch without a panty line. Gold ballet slippers graced her feet to complete the ensemble. A small tattoo in the likeness of the devil peeked out above the tube top on her right breast We had danced all the dances slow and fast, new and old. During the jive and mambo her little devil bounced happily up and down in time to the music. During the slow dances he was perfectly content to be pressed against my chest while her spandex encased pussy pressed and gyrated against my semi-rigid cock. After the slow dances it was all I could do to walk off the floor without having my cock waving to everyone in the room. Finally I could no longer ignore my rigid member and tight balls so I suggested we retire to my place and continue our dancing in private. Barbara grinned as, hidden by the tablecloth, I slid my hand up her leg and felt the damp heat of her crotch. She reached under the table and fingered up and down my cock before she got up and ushered me out to the car. As I started the engine she slid her hand up my leg to my balls She leaned over and kissed my ear ending with her tongue licking and swishing around and around like a warm wet snake while her fingers diddled my cock and balls. After having several near collisions from these mild distractions we finally made it to my place. Now we were back in my apartment with a fire blazing in the fireplace and lust blazing in our loins. We were sitting on the sofa with her head in my lap pressing my cock to half mast. I began to slowly massage her shoulders and neck while the little devil grinned up at me from her boob. The results were a languid stretching by Barbara. Her puffy nipples became hard cones about one inch long with eraser tips. Her nipple rings stood out like little hoops as they were pulled up with her erecting nipples The spandex covering her crotch began to show a spreading dark spot as it became damp. A slow but effective rolling of her shoulders began to expose more and more of Barbaras' little devil. The tube top moving ever so slightly down her breast with each roll of her shoulders. I watched in fascination as I gently continued to finger her damp crotch. She must have practiced for weeks to perfect this no hands strip tease. As the top moved lower I soon saw that the little fellow was not so little after all. The little guy had a massive cock that ran across and between her breasts ending up at her pointy left nipple. It appeared that her nipple was the head of his cock. It looked like his cock had a Prince Albert piercing as the nipple ring came into view. Pop art at its best for the lucky few to see. As I moved my head lower it seemed I was about to become a cock sucker. After sucking the devils "cock" for a few minutes biting and pulling on the ring with my teeth, her nipple became very hard and pointy, Barbara sat up, grabbed me by my cock and marched into the bedroom with me stretched out behind her. She no sooner let go of my cock than she finished her striptease. Well maybe not a tease as it took her only about 10 seconds to finish pulling off her top and pants. She then unbuttoned my shirt pulled it off and started on my pants. The belt and fly were no problem and soon my pants were on the floor in a heap. The undershorts were reluctant to fall as they were hung up on my now fully erect 8 1/2-inch cock. Barbara took matters into her own hands and instead of pulling the shorts off she pulled the crotch to the side freeing my drooping balls and rock hard cock. She locked her fingers around my now free shaft and squeezed and pumped till her hand was covered with pre-cum. Hanging on to my cock for dear life she pulled me to the bed, pushed me down on my back and straddled my chest facing my feet. With me down on the bed she grabbed the waistband of the undershorts and as I lifted my hips high she pulled them off and threw them to join the rest of the clothes on the floor. She was sweating now and beginning to breathe heavily. The distinct odor of very wet pussy began to permeate the room and I felt the hair on my chest getting wet from her juices. Under her breath she said, "I need that cock now." Leaning down she began to slowly suck my balls and lick my cock making sure she grazed over the ultra sensitive spot on the back of the tip. She wrapped her fingers around my balls at the base of my cock, so they were squeezed into a tight pouch of scrotum skin. She began pulling my balls while she tried and succeeded in sucking them both into her mouth. If this kept up my balls would dump their load and it would be over in another few minutes. That was not part of my plan for the evening. Placing my fingers in her hair I slowly lifted her head letting my balls pop to freedom. In the process her pussy moved toward my face and I got a good lick of her wet slit and saw she had a ring passing through both of her inner pussy lips. I pulled her around and up to me and kissed her tasting the salty sweat from my balls on her lips while she licked the pussy juice form my face and lips. "Slow down, not so fast," I said. "Getting there's half the fun." Placing her hand between her legs with her fingers pulling her pussy ring she settled down by my side, legs spread, and waited to see what I had in mind. I began to slide and rotate my hand over her breast my palm just grazing her hard puffy nipple while my fingers tickled the sensitive side of her breast. I opened one of the nipple rings. "What are you doing to my titties?" she asked. "You can play with the rings but don't take them out. They're to hard to put back in." I gave the ring a half twist screwing her nipple around. She squealed as I latched the rings together making her nipples touch each other. Her boobs were pulled together making a perfect valley for my cock to explore. She began to moan and quiver spreading her legs wide. Pulling her hand away from her pussy she stick the fingers of one hand in her mouth. The other hand found its way between my lips. Without stopping the nipple action I set my knees on each side of her waist and slid my cock between her breasts. My meat slid between her breasts under the nipple rings and came out above her boobs. Not to be left out of the action she opened her mouth and tried to lick and suck my cock each time it slid up between her boobs. After I was sure one more plunge through her boobs would make me come I slid off her. I began to kiss, lick and suck her breasts while my hand moved under her bottom and began to probe the slippery folds of her cunt and puckered asshole. Cunt juice was running down the crack of her ass and making a wet spot on the bed. She was now beginning to really get into the action. "No, don't suck my titty like that," she said. "How do you want it?" I whispered, "It's your show." "Bite it. Bite it hard. Pull the rings and stretch my titties. Don't make me bleed but bite real hard...harder...harder... Oh yes...Pull the rings...God every nip goes right to my cunt and makes my clitty jump." I began to change my position so I was lying with her left leg between mine and her right leg pulled up to her boobs. I could no longer bite and pull her titties but I could begin to slip the tip of my cock into the dripping folds of her pussy. I felt something block my entry. Her pussy ring was through both her pussy lips holding them together. The ring was about 2 inches across so after a little position adjustment I was able to slip my cock head through the ring to press against her weeping hole. The tightness of the ring made my cock head rock hard as the ring slipped over it. My right hand moved down from her breast and began to gently stroke her pussy lips and once in a while tweak her clit. "Stick it in me...oh...come on...come on...stick it all the way in...oh...yes... God that's good. Keep rubbing my clitty...don't stop...yes,..deep... just like that." I obliged and began to slide my cock through the ring into her cunt. Her pussy lips were pushed and pulled as the ring slid up and down over my cock. I moved my hand down under her bottom so I could start a very gentle massage of her rose bud back door that was now dripping with her cunt juices. My cock with the ring at the base of the shaft became a steel poker deep in her pussy. "Oh my God...what are you doing to me? Don't stop...right there... keep doing it...slow...easy...real slow." As the stroking continued she seemed to move to another level of ecstasy. She became calm, almost limp. Her legs and cunt spread open even wider. Her inner lips were red and swollen, pulled tight around my cock by her pussy ring. I continued massaging her clitty and behind very slowly. Then I heard a sigh, her legs spread even more and a little spurt of pee erupted from her pussy. She whispered, "My God what are you doing to me? I feel like I'm going to pee." "What do you want me to do?" I asked her softly. "Anything you want to," she moaned. "I feel like I'm drifting away, slide your cock in and out of my pussy real slow. Make the ring pull my pussy lips. God I'm so relaxed I can barely feel your cock in me, don't stop. Oh shit, I still feel like I'm going to pee." "Do anything you want to do, relax and enjoy." I said. Another small jet of pee spurted out of her swollen pussy and ran down my leg. "I never felt like this before, don't stop. Put it in as deep as you can. Oh, oh, now pull it all the way out very slowly." I pulled out slowly, freed my shaft from the cunt ring and began to rub my cock head along her swollen pussy lips, across her hard little clitty and over her asshole. "God that's good, push it against my ass. Will it fit in my ass? Slow... easy... God it feels so big... don't stop... press it in... easy... oh yes... press it. Is the tip in yet? I don't feel it. Oh, oh my God! Now it's in I can feel it stretching my ass, easy...stop for a minute. That's wonderful, ok, now real slow and easy slide it all the way in." As I slowly thrust my invading cock up her ass rubbing her clit and pulling her pussy ring she began to moan and shutter in the throws of her orgasm. Then she went totally still and whispered "Oh my God I'm going to pee," and began to pee a warm stream over my leg as her spasms and moans continued. My still rigid cock was clamped in her hot, pulsing back door. It felt like her asshole would never let go as I began stroking in and out as the pee, cum and cunt juices ran over my cock and down onto the bed. Slowly she revived and reaching down began to stroke and squeeze my balls as I continued to slowly fuck her ass. She tightened her muscles around my cock and I let go a load that had been building up for about 6 hours, it seemed that it would never stop. As I stopped pumping cum into her ass she again began to massage my balls. "Don't pull out ", she said. "Push your cock way up my ass. I'll hold it in. I want you to pee in my ass while I rub your balls. I know it sounds kinky but please, I pissed on you now I want you to pee in my ass. I want to feel your hot pee in me." She continued to rub my balls as I tried to relax enough to pee. Slowly I could feel it starting. First a dribble and then a gusher. As soon as she felt the heat of my pee she squeezed my balls and began to moan into her second orgasm as she pulled on her linked nipple rings.. "Oh that feels so nice. Nice and warm in my ass, keep peeing, pee in my ass forever. Keep your cock in my ass." Once started, I peed in her ass for what seemed like an eternity. By the time my pee stopped, with her moaning and her asshole clamped around me like a cock ring, my cock was rigid again and deep in her, ready to do some more ass fucking. I began slow long strokes being careful not to slip out. All the while she was moaning and shuttering. I continued to pump her ass and finger her cunt while I pulled on her pussy ring stretching her cunt lips. Finally I was past the point of no return and shot another load deep up her behind while what little pee she had left spurted onto my hand, cock and balls. We both lay sated on the bed looking and feeling like wet rag dolls As my cock deflated and slipped out of her asshole Barbara tightly crossed her legs to prevent a gusher of cum and pee from erupting onto the bed. She looked at me wide eyed and said "My God I hope we can make that happen again." and made a mad dash for the bathroom. The Devil Made Me Do It A male and a female demon stood within the circle etched before the raised dais. Belzar and Mintai stood before the black & smokey apparition, their horns on their heads bowed to the appropriate level. "We are here at your command, Great Lord," they said in unison. The apparition began to glow red deep within its bowels. "Peer into the glass," it said with a raspy voice. The two demons turned toward the shiny black obsidian. The picture of a human male appeared. "This human has been determined to possess great potential to harm our plans. His future must be destroyed. You will use your talents to make sure that it is done." "We hear and obey, Great Master," Mintai said. "Is there a human female you have in mind?" "Peer into the glass again," the apparition said. "Human physiology will grant you a way." Two more humans appeared in the obsidian. "You will use these." Mintai and Belzar looked at each other and smiled The Devil Made Me Do It "Mmmmm, that feels better," Darla moaned. Oh, my God! Tony thought. His erection was getting painful as it strained the spandex. She wants me. She has to! He looked for confirmation for his thoughts and found it. Darla was lying before him, almost completely naked, moving her hips provocatively. Her nipples were dark and aroused and she was thrusting her breasts up at him. Then she moved her hips purposely to get rid of the panties. And the smell! Tony could smell Darla's pussy, the pungent odor of her sex. He looked at her crotch and saw juices running down onto the sheet. He leaned forward and began to push his shorts down until the fell to the floor. One more test, he decided. "Darla," he said, "spread you legs apart." She did as he commanded. "Farther," he said, and she complied. There, in front of him, was the most perfect pussy he had ever seen- bushy blond pubic hair at the top and down the sides, lips swollen and leaking the lubrication juices Tony knew would be needed to allow him entry, and the scent of her lust filling the air. He looked down at his own erection. Black, hard and nine inches long, with a huge helmet at the end. Good enough for this white bitch, he thought. She probably never had any nigger dick before. In normal circumstances his thoughts would have horrified him. He never considered himself racial and he never heard Darla spout any racial themes. But these were not normal circumstances, and he was not fully in control. He climbed up onto the soft mattress and began crawling over her, without touching her skin. He sniffed at her waiting pussy to take in more of her aroma before moving upwards. I'm going to give this bitch something her no-dick white boy ever can! He stopped when his face was inches from hers. He positioned his shaft directly above her vagina. "Darla, not as your boss, as a man, do you want me?" Darla was still fantasizing about Tony making love to her and his strong hands when she heard him ask if she wanted him as a boss. "Yes, boss, I want you." Then she felt him kiss her and his tongue dug deep into her mouth and she felt his chest hairs upon her nipples and she almost came. She kissed back passionately and brought her arms around his neck. But then she realized that she could feel his neck. She opened her eyes and saw her boss's face as he leaned onto her. Before she could scream and begin pushing him away she felt a searing pain between her legs. Tony pushed his helmet into her inviting pussy and groaned into her mouth when he felt her tightness. He heard and felt her moan into his mouth so he knew she liked it. He thrust in a little further and she squealed again. He continued tonguing her. He felt her arms come from around his neck and she placed her hands on his shoulders. Darla's scream was muted by Tony's mouth as he tongued her deeply. Darla shoved as hard as her stuporous state would allow, but Tony's mouth came unlatched with hers. "Tony, oh my God, we can't do this," she whispered, "this is wrong!" "Oh, baby,' he said, "you wanted this for a long time." "No, I did-" His mouth closed onto hers as he thrust his hips forward. She screamed as he began to slide his length into her. She screamed again into his mouth as his tongue found hers and screamed again when she felt him press in further. "Oh, Jesus and Mary!" she screamed when she broke away. "Tony, I'm married! This is wrong!" She tried to use her right hand to push on his shoulder, but he hunched a little bit and instead her arms arched around his neck. "Sure, baby," he whispered, thinking she was pulling him to her. He thrust in further and she involuntarily grasped his neck as she was stretched wider. He's going to tear me, she thought. Again she made an unthinking action- she spread her legs wider. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice told her it would prevent injury. Tony felt what she was doing and smiled. He thrust his hips forward again. He felt the base of his penis press into her pubic mound. She was breathing hard, almost panting. He looked into her face and saw the glaze in her sapphire eyes. Tony thrust in as deep as he could. Just then, her eyes squeezed shut. The head of the black penis penetrating her finally reached her g-spot, the spot no man has ever touched. "Oh, no..oh, no," she moaned. "NOOOOO! AAAAHHHHHH! Oh, God, forgive meeeeee!" Her vagina began spasming as the orgasm overtook her body. Fire raced from he breasts to her loins. Her hips bucked as she clenched on the intruder stretching her pussy. Tony groaned as Darla's vagina grabbed him, almost a sucking sensation, as if she was trying to pull his seed into her belly. "Yeah, baby, ride this horse!" He began rocking back and forth, withdrawing half way, then pumping back in again, each time making sure his shaft slid along her clitoris. With each thrust, a searing flame of pleasure overcame Darla. She was being touched so deep, where her husband never had. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts- how wrong this was, how she was being raped, how much ecstasy she felt, wanting Tony to never stop, to press deeper, her desire to have a baby, what if she became pregnant. As the orgasm passed, Tony kept a steady pumping, in and out, out and in, but slowing down as Darla came from her ceiling. He shifted his hips so that he wasn't touching her clit anymore. She was still panting, but coherent thoughts began to creep back into her mind. "Tony," she whispered, "we have to stop, I'm not on birth control." He thrust in deep and she arched her back with an intake of breath. "I know, baby, don't worry," he said as he withdrew almost all the way, then thrust back in. "After today, you won't have to worry about getting pregnant." She moaned as he bottomed out again. His lips found hers again as his hands moved to her breast and began massaging her nipples. "Promise me you'll feed our baby your own milk," he said, then pinched her nipples. "Oh...uhnnn...I don't want your baby," she said. "Tony, we have to stop, we have...oh, Tony, I feel you getting bigger..." Tony shifted his hips again, so that he was now rubbing her love button. He started being more forceful with each thrust. Darla involuntarily spread her legs wider again as she cried out for Tony to stop. Each thrust sent another jolt of pleasure through Darla's body. She felt his curly chest hair upon her breasts and her nipples, rubbing against her skin. She felt his belly rub against hers, somehow glimpsing the dark skin of his washer board stomach against the pale flatness of hers. The little voice told her again that her flat belly wouldn't be that way for long, as soon as he plants a monster there. Her hips began moving in rhythm with his, each thrust eliciting a small moan from her mouth. She felt him growing bigger and fatter. "Tony, I'm unprotected, I can't have...oh, oh...I'm fertile...oh, God...oh, God!" Her hips rose to meet his as the intense please began to wrack her body. "Oh, baby!" Tony yelled. "Yes, YESSSSSS!" He punched in as far as he could as his staff began to spurt his hot seed into the willing hotness that was engulfing him. He felt Darla's lips contract around his dark meat, sealing it, as if unwilling to lose any of his seed. He withdrew halfway and thrust in again as he sprayed more of his life juice into her belly. He withdrew for the last time, then pushed inward again as he sprayed a third time. Darla's spasming vagina began sucking the black seed into her womb as her lips clamped upon the prick sliding into her again and again, ensuring none of the baby juice was lost. She arched her back more, unconsciously allowing Tony to penetrate her even deeper and ensure his seed would take root. Darla finally began to come down from her ecstasy and she realized that Tony was still on top of her and his cock was fluttering inside her pussy. She looked up with now-focusing eyes at the man above her. He stared back into her sapphire blue eyes. He made no expression as he brought his hips back and withdrew from her still-swollen lips. He then knelt above her as he grabbed a nearby towel and began cleaning himself. When he was done, he pushed himself off the bed and stood, then walked out of the examination room. Darla stared at the ceiling for a long time, then turned to her side and brought her legs ups into the fetal position. "Oh, my God, what have I done? What have I done?" She began to softly cry. She sobbed in this position before falling asleep on the table. The Devil Made Me Do It "Oh yes, oh god yes." Aaron was panting hard under the touch of Jack's hand on his cock. His frat roommate, the guy who had brought him into the fraternity and who had volunteered to room with him his initiative semester here, was driving him wild. It was late in the night; they both had been studying, or at least Aaron had been. He was cramming for a big chemistry exam he had the next morning. But Aaron was having a hard time concentrating. The room was small. Room for just one desk separating two twin beds. They had to call dibs on the desk, with the other one forced downstairs to the common rooms, where they were more likely to get involved in a wrestling match or chugging contest than working the books. Jack, as a full brother in the fraternity, had dibs whenever he wanted on the desk. But Aaron was lucky in that Jack was more the jock than the scholar and didn't fight Aaron for position there much. With the exam tomorrow, Aaron had won the desk. But he was losing the battle for concentration. The night was hot, and the frat house, which could best be described as utilitarian even under the piles of rubbish and notwithstanding the damaged floors, walls, and ceilings that came with college men living in rented quarters, wasn't air conditioned. So the lone window over the desk was open and Aaron was down to athletic shorts, while Jack was stripped down even further, to his briefs. Jack was stretched out on the bed, reading a gay male glossy magazine and languidly scratching at his hard belly and fingering himself through the flimsy white cotton of the briefs. His occasional grunts and groans cut through the silence of the room. This was why Aaron couldn't concentrate on his studies. Jack had fucked him before—but just the once, and it was the only time Aaron had let a guy do that to him. Aaron had gotten—and even given—head a few times before that, and he knew he was interested in what a man could do with another man, but it wasn't until he'd been a junior camp counselor the previous summer and met up with Jack as a senior camp counselor and discovered that they would be attending the same college that Aaron began to fall under the spell of another male enough to allow a hard cock up his channel. Jack was all of the things Aaron thought he wanted to be that summer at the camp—and Jack showed an interest in him and helped him surmount all of the hurdles in learning to handle at-risk city boys let loose in the woods. Aaron had happened on Jack fucking one of the other counselors in the shower stalls near the close of the summer, and Aaron spent the last two weeks of camp dreaming of what it would be like to be with Jack and sloughing off any resistance he might have had to such an encounter. In the end Aaron was a pushover. All Jack had to do was to walk into Aaron's cabin after most of the boys and all of the counselors Aaron had been bunking with had departed the camp, open his fly, drag out his cock, and tell Aaron he wanted him to suck him off, and Aaron was doing his bidding. Aaron hadn't really envisioned it going further than that, but by the time Jack finished feeling him up and working his cock up with his hand, Aaron was virtually begging to be fucked. And Jack had obliged. Jack was built big, but he had been as gentle he could have been when it had come to the point of entry, and there had been far more pleasure and arousal and jacking off for Aaron in the experience than he'd imagined would be the case the first time he did it. Not that there had been any question in Aaron's mind that he'd do it. He had been curious about it for some time. There in the rustic woods, held in Jack's arms, and being pumped slowly to the rhythm of the croaking of frogs at the nearby pond and the pressure of a hand working him up and making him come was as good a way for him to lose his virginity as any. And Aaron was up for a frequent repeating of the act with Jack. But the next day Jack had decamped, and since they'd gotten to college Jack hadn't touched Aaron. He'd teased him and he'd encouraged Aaron to pledge this fraternity, and he'd volunteered to be his big brother and his roommate. But it was late October already and other than a few pats and fondles and a shared hand job their first night in the room, it was almost as if they'd never had sex before. Or it was almost as if Jack was building up to something big. Aaron felt himself breathing heavily and taking sidelong looks at Jack on the bed as Jack slowly paged through the magazine and ran his hand over his nicely muscled body. Using every ounce of his will, Aaron buried his eyes in his chem book. "Com'her." Aaron looked up, startled. He hadn't sensed Jack raise himself to a sitting position on the bed, very close to Aaron. Everything in their room was very close to everything else, almost oppressively so, which added to the aroused heaviness Aaron felt. Aaron's eyes went big. Jack was sitting there, legs spread wide, patting the space between them with one hand and beckoning to Aaron with the other. The bulge of his dick beneath the thin cotton material of the briefs caused Aaron to gasp. "Come on over here. Give me some sugar, will ya? I'm horny readin' this mag. Want a little of you over here." Aaron felt himself going hard. With a sigh and a hoarse catch in his breath, he pulled away from his book. All he needed to do was half stand and turn, and Jack had his arms around his waist, pulling him down into a sitting position on the edge of the bed between Jack's spread thighs. Jack was bigger and stronger than Aaron. When Aaron was sitting between his legs, Jack encircled him with heavily muscled arms and held him close. This was what Aaron remembered most of their earlier encounter—Jack holding him close, not letting him move a muscle, with the only things in motion being Jack's cock and rolling pelvis and Aaron's split and quivering butt cheeks. "Oh, Jack," Aaron whimpered. He could feel Jack's hard cock at the base of his spine even through Jack's briefs. "Oh, god." Jack's lips went to the hollow of Aaron's neck, and one of his hands pushed Aaron's shorts and briefs below his knees and went to Aaron's cock, palming the rising member and thrumbing the piss slit with a thumb. "Oh yes, oh god yes." Aaron was panting hard under the touch of Jack's hand on his cock. Jack whispered endearments in Aaron's ear—of how nice Aaron's body was and did Aaron remember what Jack had done to that body before and detailing step by step what he was going to do to it now. Aaron moaned his arousal as Jack held him very still and pumped his cock with a hand and made like he was going to invade his piss slit with an index finger. Aaron writhed within the limited freedom Jack allowed him. Murmuring of how good it was; warning Jack when he was close to coming; trying to move with the rhythm of the pumping of his cock as he came close to ejaculation, although Jack was holding him too firmly; shuddering and crying out as he ejaculated out onto the thin throw rug behind the desk chair. And then crying out again—this time in shock and indignation—as a coarse-thread bag came over his head and was pulled down to his waist, pinning his arms against his side, and he began to have trouble breathing between his exclamations and explicatives. Hands on him—more hands than Jack had. Roughly handling him and lifting him and carrying him, struggling, but without effect, out of the room, down the hall, and out into the night. * * * * Aaron was in the trunk of a car, his wrists and ankles bound and a burlap bag over his head. It was crowded in there because he wasn't the only one in the trunk. The other guy was swearing under his breath, and Aaron recognized the voice of the fraternity's other pledge, a black guy named Sam who was rushed because he was the star fullback of the college's football team. Sam was a big bruiser of a guy; not exactly what one would want to share a car truck with. Aaron also thought he was hot, but Sam had shown not a spark of interest in Aaron; all he could talk about were the girls he balled, and Aaron didn't have the slightest doubt that Sam could suck any girl on campus he wanted to fuck. "That you, Sam?" Aaron asked. "Yeah. I thought that would be you too, Aaron. Those fuckers. I could tell by the way they were pussyfooting around that they was plannin' something." "I guess this is it, then," Aaron whispered. "I guess so." "Well, after tonight we should be in." "Yeah, I guess." The car moved over a smooth road, but soon it made a right turn and was on gravel, and Aaron and Sam were being bounced around. They heard boisterous talking and raucous laughter from inside the car's passenger compartment. Aaron could identify the voices well enough. His fraternity brothers. This was his pledge semester. He'd expected to be hazed. They were driving Sam and him out into the countryside, and they'd have to find their own way back. Simple enough. He could manage this. When they stopped and the trunk lid was opened, the burlap bag came off Aaron's head and shoulders and someone was untying his ankles. He slipped when they got him on the ground and Aaron stumbled against Tony, the frat president, Mr. Campus, who thought so much of himself and was so rich. Aaron suspected none of the other guys really liked him, but his father owned the fraternity house and rented it to them at a ridiculously low rate—and didn't seem to mind that they were slowly trashing the place. Tony had his father wound around his finger. Tony could do no wrong that couldn't be overlooked as just a devilish prank. "Get off me, pledge," Tony growled at Aaron and pushed him into the scrub brush at the edge of a wooded area off the unlit parking lot where they'd parked. Aaron struggled up and looked around him. There were five of the senior brothers, including Jack, who was helping Bert, the fraternity's egghead—the guy who wrote papers for the brothers who couldn't be bothered—pull a struggling Sam out of the car trunk. Two other guys, Pete and Tom, guys who stayed pretty much in the background and played the angles on whoever seemed to be strongest in a fight or argument, were standing back now, too. Tom was carrying a couple of car blankets and Pete was holding a case of beer above one shoulder. Tony obviously was in charge. And Aaron shivered in the cool evening, in only his althetic shorts and briefs, because he knew Tony didn't like him much. Well, he didn't like Tony much either. "See the path, dotcha?" Tony hissed. "Down that. Now." So, it was going to be more than just deserting them to walk back to the college, Aaron thought, as he stumbled, Sam just behind him, into the tree line. They came upon a small picnic area with a grassy area next to it, and Tony directed Tom to spread the blankets on the grass and Pete to set the beer on one of the picnic tables and to start doling the cans out. "Not you, pledge," Tony yelled at Aaron, even though Aaron hadn't made any move to take one. "You can have one, though, Sam. While you strip." "I ain't doin' no strippen," Sam declared. "You will if you want to be in this fraternity," Tony said, his voice menacing. Sam mumbled something obscene and then declared he wouldn't be doing anything but stripping. But he began to pull his jeans off his legs, complying with the demand. It was evident from the outset, though, that they were waltzing around Sam. It wasn't just his size. They really wanted him in the fraternity. He was a star scholarship athlete and every frat had to have one of those. Jack filled the bill now, being captain of the basketball team. But he was a senior. They needed another one when he was gone, and obviously Sam was going to be that for them. So, Aaron knew that the brunt of this hazing was going to fall on him. Tony pulled him over onto the blanket while Sam was stripping down and told him to go down on his knees—and then to go down on Bert, who had come around to in front of Aaron and was unzipping himself and pulling his cock out. "Jack says you do this real well, Aaron. That you love doin' it. We needed a frat punch—to relieve tension and all that—and Jack said you'd do that for us." Aaron looked around for Jack to give him an accusing stare, but he already had his arms around Pete and was pushing him back toward one of the picnic tables. Aaron's face went red. His folks had paid his frat dues and room and board in advance. He felt humiliated, but he couldn't afford to just walk out on this deal. And he did want to be in the fraternity. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before either. Thus, when Bert held his cock out, Aaron took it in his mouth and started giving him head. "Strip off those shorts and down on all fours," Tony commanded. Aaron complied, and Bert went down on his knees as Aaron descended without losing purchase on Bert's hardening cock. "Now, Sam, we want you to fuck Aaron." Aaron gave a little shudder, but he persevered. Sam, however, balked. "No, ain't gonna do that," he declared. "What's the matter?" Tony asked. "Don't you like him?" "No, he ain't my type." "What's that supposed to mean." "He ain't female; ain't got no cunt." "Well, suit yourself then," Tony said. "But you've got to watch." Aaron was surprised at himself, but he was actually disappointed that Sam had said no. Out of all of the guys here, Sam was the only one other than Jack who turned him on. He could go with Sam. And Jack wasn't exactly on his good list at the moment. Jack had Pete laying on his back on the picnic table, legs spread, and was already fucking him in long strokes. Aaron felt humiliated that Jack had just done what he'd done with him to set him up for a bitch role in the fraternity. He had no more time than that to think about it, though, because he cried out and lurched when Tony crouched over his hips from the rear, pushed his cock inside his channel, and began doggy fucking him. After Tony came Bert. And then Tom. He was offered to Sam again, who repeated his refusal. And Jack showed no interest in taking a turn on Aaron at all. Aaron was still laying on the ground, dozing in exhaustion and residual pain from the gang banging, the blanket having been jerked out from underneath him when the guys were finished with him. Silence reigned, other than the normal forest sounds, when he became fully conscious. The sound of car doors closing had been what brought him alert. He stumbled up onto his feet and lurched down the path. When he came to the parking lot, the car was across the lot and making a turn on the road—back toward the college, Aaron hoped, because this was the only clue they were giving him on how he was going to get out of here. He was naked, but he had the presence in mind to go back to the clearing and see that they'd left him his athletic shorts—but not his briefs. When he came back to the lot, he realized that Sam wasn't there. They'd let him go back with them. And once again, the humiliation poured over Aaron. He was being shown exactly where he fit in the fraternity. He felt trapped and conflicted on whether he wanted to continue pledging—but not knowing what to do if he didn't. He walked out onto the road, being thankful that they at least had left him in his hiking boots and socks. The parking lot was long and narrow, and Aaron entered it at the end that connected to the gravel road. So, he didn't see the long, sleek black limousine parked in the darkness at the other end of the lot. * * * * Aaron had to walk maybe two miles down the gravel road toward what he hoped was an asphalted main road with traffic on it this time of night. Once or twice he thought he heard the gravel crunch behind him, but when he turned, he saw nothing. He did what little he could, under the circumstances. He walked a little faster and a little closer to the side of the road, where he hopefully would have an option of flagging an approaching vehicle down or jumping into the dense forest at the side of the road, depending on whatever split decision he made about the approaching vehicle. As he walked, he became progressively more ticked with the fraternity brothers. He'd never been manhandled like that before, but after the first dick, the rest seemed like just so much more humiliation. It was less the way he'd been used that set him off and more the difference in treatment between him and Sam—like Sam mattered and he didn't. And then there was Jack's sudden disinterest in him, topped with his going at Pete. Pete was a nebbish, part of the wallpaper in the fraternity house. There because his family owned a beer distribution business. How could Jack prefer Pete to him? But the worst of it, under the circumstances, was Sam's rejection of him. Well, he'd show them. He'd act like this never happened, and then when he passed out as a pledge, he'd get his dig in at them—every one of them. Nothing they could blame on him, but he'd know he'd done it. Something humiliating for each of them. He'd devil those guys good, he would. Aaron had reached the main road. There was the decision on which way to go. He had just about decided that there was more light on the horizon above the road to the right than to the left, so that was more likely to be his college town, when he heard the crunching noise on the gravel again. That decided him, and he struck off in that direction. It was just as well, because he wouldn't have to cross the divided road if he went in this direction. And now that he thought about it, he seemed to remember a left turn onto the gravel road when he'd been in the car trunk. Aaron hadn't walked more than a hundred yards when a big semitrailer truck came bearing down on him. He turned and bravely stuck out his thumb. The truck managed to pull to a stop another hundred yards down the road and blinked its tail lights. Aaron took out running, trying to figure out what to say when he got there. He decided to just tell the truth. As he reached the side of the truck cab, the door swung open and he grabbed the bar and stepped up onto the running board. "A little late and cool for a hike in the fall with what you're wearing, son, ain't it?" The guy had to be in his forties at least and was wiry, wearing jeans and a muscle T, with greasy, scraggly hair and probably some missing teeth, although Aaron couldn't be sure in this light. More than a day's growth of stubble and a crude tattoo on a well-worked bicep. No Aaron's normal choice of traveling companion, but Aaron couldn't be choosy. "Sorry. I'm from the college in Milbank. We headed in the right direction? And, sorry. I'm out here on a fraternity pledge hazing. I was brought out here and dumped on the side of the road." "I'se always goin' in the right direction, son. Fraternity you say? So you're one of those hotsie tottsy college frat guys then?" "Yes, sorry. Is it OK if I hitch a ride with you into town?" "We'll see about that. We'll see what sort of arrangement we can make." Aaron hopped up into the cab and settled on the seat beside the driver. He was desperate to get off the road at this time of night. The sound of the gravel behind him had spooked him. The driver put the rig in gear and slowly eased back up onto the road. He picked up speed rapidly. "Thanks," Aaron said as they got under way. "I don't have my wallet or anything. If you get me back to my frat house, I can pay you something. Or if you don't want to go out of your way, I'll just get off wherever our paths diverge." "Paths diverge. That's a good one." The driver laughed. "They teach you those kind of words in college, do they?" "Yeah, I guess," Aaron said, trying his best to stay on the driver's good side. "So, is it OK? Seeing that I wasn't left with anything I could pay you with now." "Oh, I think you have something you can pay me with."