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Yet Another Frat Initiation Story Ch. 01

By: Cyanlot



Part I: The Interview:

How could there be another fraternity initiation story? It's all been done; between fact and fantasy, it's completely mined out.

Perhaps. But don't make a final decision until you know my story.

I'm not a particularly good looking guy—not ugly, but a little awkward looking. I've never been really popular, either—usually last to be picked for a team and never went to a prom. I mean, I could have asked some girls out, but the ones I was sure would say 'yes' would only confirm my reputation as a loser and why take a chance on rejection from the others. I had the same urges as other guys, but always handled the problem the way they did most of the time.

I guess that's why getting into Sigma Alpha Epsilon (or Sex Above Everything as people referred to it), really meant a lot to me. It would be a kind of validation that I had always yearned for but never received. I was ready, I thought, to do anything to get into SAE. I had no idea what I would have to do—what I would do—to get in.

During rush week, I visited and filled out a very thorough application. I was called back for a preliminary interview which buoyed my hopes. Not everyone was called back. I guess that went well enough because after a few days, I was asked to return for an "in-depth" interview with Mark, one of the SAE's seniors and an important person. I wanted so much to impress him. There was no reason for him to know that I wasn't really popular in high school. So, I sat in front of the mirror telling myself a bunch of lies about my high school life until I almost believed them. When I got to the fraternity, I could lie convincingly, I thought.

Mark asked me a set of questions. When they didn't lead in the direction I wanted, I twisted the answers around until I got in all of the exaggerations and outright lies I had practiced. He seemed to swallow it all and I was feeling pretty good. Then, he closed the file he had been taking notes in and looked at me very seriously, saying, "Well, Allen, you seem like a remarkable guy. But, you also seem like every other guy who wants to join SAE I mean, high school student body president, lettering on the track team, and making National Merit Honorable Mention just isn't really distinguishing among our applicants—at least those that we take seriously."

My hopes sank. If even my biggest lies were believed and that still wasn't enough, I didn't have a prayer. Mark seemed to sense my disappointment. He stood up and came around the desk, leaning back on the desk in front of me.

"I really wish there was something I could do. I wish I could go back to my brothers with real enthusiasm and tell them that you were special, that you really wanted to be a brother in our fraternity, that you would do anything to join and that we would be lucky to get you."

There was a long pause as I cast about for something to say to convince him. Before I thought of anything, he continued, "I mean, I have to tell them that my interview with you was different. That you were not only a smart and attractive guy, but that I was genuinely excited by our contact. That's the sort of thing they are looking for from me."

Maybe I'm dense, but I still didn't get it. I didn't get it until he went on, looking straight into my eyes, "You see, Allen, most of these interviews are really pretty much the same. I don't get very aroused in them. But I'd like our interview to be different—stimulating. And I should tell you that you can trust me not to say a word about any of the details of our interview to anyone."

Another short pause while he determined that I was finally clear about what was happening. I was. Then he went on with the promises, "I just have to tell them that you are someone we want. And I won't say anything more."

My heart was pounding and my ears burned. I couldn't believe what he was saying, and I couldn't believe that I was considering it.

"So, what do you say, Allen? Can you make this an exciting interview?" I guess he figured that I would try because he took the liberty of joking: "I'm sure I'll perk up the minute you open your mouth."

I started to lick my lips and then immediately stopped. I didn't want him to misunderstand. I wasn't licking them with desire for him. My mouth was dry and I was so scared and confused I couldn't swallow. And I only got more scared and confused as I realized that I was going to do it—in order to get in to SAE, I was going to do whatever he wanted.

I didn't know how to start. Was he going to start things or did he intend for me to initiate this? If I was supposed to start it, should I take his pants off or just open his fly and pull him out? If I tried too hard, would he think I was a queer and keep me out of the fraternity? If I didn't do it well or willingly would he decide not to recommend me? I didn't know what to do and he just leaned there against his desk, implacable and inscrutable. Finally—my heart pounding even more—I decided that he wanted me to begin things, and I reached for his pants tentatively. It seemed to take minutes. My hand was shaking and I had no idea what I was going to do when it finally reached its destination.

As it turned out, that was sort of settled for me. I realized that I couldn't get his fly open without a major struggle if I didn't undo his belt and unbutton his pants first. So that's what I did. It felt strange to do this from this angle, on another guy. But it didn't really feel sexual so somehow it seemed to calm me. I had something concrete to do; I didn't have to think about the decision I'd made. But as he lifted off the desk so I could pull his pants down, I was shaking uncontrollably again.

He was wearing tight nylon jockey shorts and the outline of his cock and balls was evident. He leaned back against the desk and I realized that so long as he was leaning there I couldn't take his underpants off. I put my hands on the sides of his jockeys and started to ease them down, but he remained leaning against the desk. Until he pushed my chair back, I didn't understand that he wanted me to get on my knees in front of him before I finished undressing him. Once I was where he wanted me, he leaned forward off the desk and pressed his crotch to my face. He held it there long enough that I had to breathe in and as I did, I smelled his clean, but musky odor. It set my heart pounding again and I could hear my own ragged breathing.

He sensed my turmoil and backed away for me to finish undressing him. As I slid my fingers under the sides of his jockeys and eased them down, his cock sprang from its restraint to point directly to my face. I don't know if he was especially big, but he certainly looked bigger than normal from this angle and distance. I thought about what I had decided to do and wondered if I had made the right decision. Not for long, though. The decision was made. If I was supposed to say 'no', I'd already failed the test. My only hope was that I was supposed to do exactly what I was doing.

I touched his cock gently with one hand, then with both hands. It was hot, and very smooth. And it twitched as I touched it. I heard Mark sort of moan quietly, and I think I felt my first moment of pleasure right then. It's not that I wasn't still very much in turmoil. My heart was still pounding and my mouth was dry; my ears were burning and my eyes stung. I was sweating and shaking. But somewhere, together with all these feelings, I felt a kind of satisfaction and, strangely, power.

"Suck me," he said, breathlessly. "Oh, come on. Suck me now."

I moved my mouth to his anxious cock and touched the tip to my lips. I had to fight an urge to get up and run away and I thought the best way to do it was the same way you get into a cold pool: don't inch into it, dive in all at once. I opened my mouth and took him in as far as I could in one fast stroke. I took him too deep and he pushed even deeper. I began to gag and cough. Mercifully, he pulled out part way and thrust in shallow motions for a minute while I fought my gag reflex. When I was under control, he clearly expected me to do the work. He leaned back against the desk again and watched me as I began bobbing up and down his hard cock.

Now, I had fantasized about getting a blow job lots of times, but I had never had one. But, like any guy my age, I'd watched a lot of stuff on the Internet. Still, I really didn't have any idea how to do this or what made it feel good. I knew that when I whacked off, it felt really good to touch the bottom of my cock near the head. So, when my jaw was so tired from stretching to accommodate him that I couldn't stand to have his cock in my mouth for another second, I tried to focus some attention on that part of his cock with my tongue. That seemed to drive him crazy, but he would soon force me back on his cock.

I didn't really know what to do with my hands. One was on the base of his cock squeezing it hard, but my other hand moved from resting on his pelvis—kind of keeping him from thrusting too far in—to holding on to the back of his ass, to taking over from the other hand at the base of his cock. Once while I was shifting hands, I reached back to cup his balls in one hand and he moaned again so I kept holding them gently while I sucked and pumped his cock.

I honestly have no idea how long this took. I guess not that long, but it sure seemed like a long time to me. My jaw was aching terribly and my attempts to move my head off his cock for a minute to give my mouth a break were met with forceful resistance from his hands that were now placed on the sides of my head and forcing my head up and down his shaft. I could feel his thighs tighten and his balls pull up to his groin. He sort of gasped for a second and then yelled out so loudly that I was sure others would hear. He yelled over and over again and with each yell, he pistoned into my mouth and I felt my mouth fill with hot, sticky, salty cum.

Now, I started to gag big time. I felt my stomach come up and was afraid I was going to throw up on him. I forced myself to swallow my lunch that was coming up and all the cum he had filled my mouth with and struggled to keep it down.

As his orgasm passed, he released his grip on my head and began to pull out of me gently. Surprising myself, I put a hand on his ass and pulled him into me one more time, sucking him gently before letting him slide out between my lips. He was breathing hard and had his eyes closed for a minute. I didn't know what to do so I just stayed there with his spent cock millimeters from my mouth. In a moment, he opened his eyes and looked down at me. He was clearly pleased and seemed to be in a stupor. But he managed to reach for a glass of water on the desk to hand to me. I drank the whole thing at once, more to wet my mouth than to wash out the taste, which wasn't nearly as bad as I had feared.

After a moment more, he reached down to pull up his pants and, impulsively, I reached out to touch is cock once more before he covered it up. Now, it was soft and it lay gently against his balls. I felt an odd impulse to kiss this cock that I had tamed so completely, but I just pulled my hand away and watched him cover it up. I realized that my knees were killing me even more than my jaw now, and backed up to sit in the chair again.

Mark went around to his chair and tumbled into it. He still didn't talk for a minute. When he did, it was just to say that he didn't have the final say, but he was sure that his recommendation would be taken seriously by his brothers and I would be allowed to enter the fraternity so long as I completed the initiation rites.

I left the office we had met in, my ears burning again, fearful that everyone who saw me knew what I had done. It wasn't a reasonable fear, based on a suspicion that they had heard what went on or seen through a window. No. Even blocks away from the fraternity house, I somehow, unconsciously, feared that everyone knew that I had just suck a guy and swallowed his cum. Now, I was a cock-sucker. Funny, it is an awfully dirty word for what I had done. It didn't seem that bad. I had really made him cum hard, and he had loved it. Somehow I felt that he was at least as much in my power as I was in his. I was soon to find out how wrong I was about that. 

Yet Another Frat Initiation Story Ch. 02



Part 2: The Dream

I went back to my dorm room, my thoughts and emotions swimming. It seemed better not to analyze the situation very much. I had done what I had done and there was no use fretting about it. I was so tired that I fell asleep before dinner and slept right through until the early hours of the morning. 

I awoke from a dream. In it my psychology professor—except that he suddenly had a weird, German accent—had been lecturing on deviant sexuality and he called me up to the front of the lecture to make a point. He said that he was going to demonstrate a sexual deviance. He began talking about oral sex and called up a gorgeous woman who I had been eyeing in the class all quarter. We were to demonstrate oral sex for the class. I began by undoing my pants. When I had my pants down and was taking my underpants down, I realized that the professor was looking at me surprised. 

"You don't need to do that!" he said critically. "You're not getting oral sex. You're to give it to her."

The class laughed and as I reached to pull my pants back up and he said, "Oh, just leave them. In fact, take your pants all the way off. This could be interesting."

I was so terribly embarrassed. It was one thing to be exposed in front of the class when the prettiest woman in the class was going to suck me off. Quite another to be foolishly exposed when I was going to lick her. Still, for whatever reasons people do the stupid things they do in dreams, I just stayed there and did as the teacher said.

I got to my knees and she walked toward me, lifting her skirt. As she pulled it above her hips, I saw that she didn't have any panties on. (Well, it was a dream!) She spread her legs slightly and I began licking her gently. She tucked her skirt in the waistband and put her hands on the back of my head controlling my movement—guiding me where she wanted. As I licked her she got very wet with a moisture that smelled heavenly and I felt my cock rise. The change didn't go unnoticed by the professor who dutifully pointed it out to the class. I knew what was going on, but ignored it, lost in my fantasy girl's crotch.

Not much time passed—certainly not enough—before the professor said, "That's enough," and told the girl to go to her seat. I was to stay there, on my knees, cock exposed, but rapidly withering, while he made some point to the class.

"You see, even though . . ." He paused, realizing that he didn't know my name. He asked, and I replied quietly, "Allen."

He went on, "Even though Allen was doing the stimulation of the girl's clitoris, he was stimulated by the thought of what he was doing, and the various sensory stimuli he was provided by the experience."

A student asked, "But what does this have to do with sexual perversion, Professor?"

"A very good question. We haven't gotten to that part yet. What we have seen is a common practice and is found sexually stimulating by both partners. But we are only beginning."

He looked around the classroom and settled his gaze on a guy in the second row. I realized with astonishment that it was Mark from SAE.

"Come up here," the professor said to Mark. And Mark walked up.

"Now let's see what happens to the subject when he is given different stimuli and has different thoughts and fantasies. . . . You," he said nodding toward Mark, "undo your pants."

Mark lowered his pants and stepped up to me. I started to get up to leave, but the professor said in no uncertain terms, "No. No. No! The experiment is not finished. You cannot leave. How do you expect to pass this class if you don't complete the experiment."

I got back on my knees, ready for the humiliation. Mark stepped toward me and said, as if he was talking only to me but loudly enough for all, "Do it just like you did yesterday, Allen. And I'll cum in your mouth again."

I was appalled and shocked. I could hear gasps, murmurs and some laughter from the class. But, as Mark pressed his still soft cock into my mouth, I didn't resist. I grabbed his cock and sucked him until he was hard. 

Strangely, it seemed to me, I could now take him down to the very base of his cock even though he seemed larger today than yesterday. It felt good as his cock moved past the back of my mouth and deep into my throat. I didn't gag at all, and it seemed that I could keep it up without having to breath or take him out to relax my jaw.

Soon, I realized that he was nearing a climax and I gently fondled his balls in one hand while I thrust down to the base of his cock to take his cum deep in my throat. As I did, I felt him begin to cum. He screamed out, just like he had yesterday but between his cries I heard the professor say something. It took a minute to register. I was so distracted by what I was feeling. When it did register, I was again embarrassed and ashamed. I didn't know what to do. When Mark had cum in my mouth, I had cum all over my thighs and the floor. I hadn't even touched myself, but my cock was rock hard and still oozing cum when I looked down. The professor had pointed it out to the class and everyone had seen it.

"Now we see what can genuinely be counted as a perversion," he said. "But if I understand Allen . . . Is that right?" He turned to me for confirmation. I nodded silently. He continued, "If I understand Allen's sexual type correctly, you will see an even more surprising perversion."

The class was watching in rapt attention. "Everyone who wants to may line up here for Allen to sexually gratify you. He will do this gladly and he will derive sexual pleasure from doing it. You needn't feel sorry for him. This is what he wants. This is what arouses him."

It was preposterous. I was a virgin. I mean, except for sucking Mark off yesterday and what happened in class just then, I'd never had a real sexual experience with anyone. I didn't have a sexual type yet. But they lined up—practically all the men and most of the women—and I sucked and licked everyone. I had cum splattered on my face, in my hair, and all over my chest. My chin was wet with the secretions of dozens of women, and my stomach was full with more cum that I could remember swallowing.

Finally, the line was empty. Practically everyone had gone, tired of watching. The professor walked up and looked at me and said, "Look at yourself! You should be ashamed! Don't you have any respect for yourself?"

I didn't know what to say. I began to get up, when he pushed me back down.

"No, Allen. You're embarrassed to answer my question. I'll answer it for you. You don't have any respect for yourself. You will be a sexual slave for anyone." There was a long pause before he continued, "Now open your mouth one more time."

I shook my head and started to back away. Walking towards me, he started to unzip his pants and reached in to take out his cock. I backed up, and into the table in front of the room. I couldn't back away from him further. He stood inches before me and, in resignation, I sank to my knees. He began pulling his cock from his pants and I opened my mouth to suck him. But what fell out of his fly was not a cock but a mass of writhing snakes reaching for me, snapping at me, trying to devour me. I screamed out and tried to get away but they were coming at me from all sides. I screamed again and this time I really heard myself and, mercifully, awoke. I lay sweating in my cum-soaked bed for a long time.



Yet Another Frat Initiation Story Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Probationary Acceptance Party

This incident with Mark was playing with my head. I really didn't want to be all the things that I now feared I was: fag, cocksucker, and all that. I resolved that it was an one-time thing. Maybe it was a bad decision; maybe not. But it was in the past. There were lots of women on campus and, while I was no hunk, I would find someone to get to know in the way I wanted.

My psychology class went completely normally, though I was sometimes a bit distracted thinking about my dream. When I got back to my dorm room, there was a message to call Mark. My heart began to pound. I didn't expect to hear about being admitted into the fraternity so soon, and I really didn't want to think about anything else Mark might be calling me about. I dialed his number and listened to my pulse pound in the phone. When he answered and I told him it was me, he sounded completely normal and cheery.

"You're in!"

"What?" I said stupidly.

"You're in, Allen." He paused for a minute, probably waiting for me to say something, but I couldn't think of anything to say. So he went on. "Well, it's only probationary, of course, but out of all the guys who applied, we only took six as probationary pledges. So, that's pretty good."

"It's great," I said, and I really was excited but I was a little uncomfortable and my voice must have sounded less than enthusiastic.

"Well, I hope you think so. I had to make a pitch for you. I'd hate to think you didn't appreciate it."

Shit. He thinks I'm indebted to him now. He's planning on keeping me as his little cocksucker. I wasn't sure now if I wanted to accept the invitation to join. But what he said next put me at ease. They wanted all the probationary pledges to come and spend the entire Spring Break at the house, beginning tonight. He said that SAE was going to spring for some entertainment in the form of booze, movies and women (if I knew that he meant). I thought I did, and I liked the idea very much. I was getting ready as soon as I hung up and was on the doorstep at eight as instructed.

The other new recruits came about the same time and, after dropping our things off in a large dorm-style sleeping room, we were shown into the basement rec room. It was a great room. There was a pool table, a Ping-Pong table, a pinball machine and some video games on one side. The other side was completely made over into a home theater with a huge screen TV and a terrific sound system. There was a keg of beer already flowing and I began to relax. In addition to Mark, there were five other senior SAE members. They were all really nice and the rest of the probationary pledges seemed okay, too. I had seen them around, but didn't really know any of them and I was relieved to find that they accepted me, they seemed really interested when we talked. As it turned out, each of the six SAE guys were "sponsors" of one of the new recruits.

Now I don't have too much experience drinking, and I'm pretty sure I had a little too much, too quickly because some things are kind of blurry in my memory. I know we went over to the TV side of the room and began watching one of the movies Mark had mentioned. It was really good. I mean, it was "for shit" as a movie: no plot, ridiculous dialog, bad sound and camera work. But it was really hot—or so it seemed to a naive guy like me. Women were coming on to men like crazy and at the mere suggestion would drop to their knees and suck a guy off. They seemed to love fucking and sucking lots of guys at once. And, if there wasn't a guy around, they would play with each other. I really liked it.

I was initially irritated when there was a commotion behind us. But, when I looked back and saw the source, I decided it was okay. The party girls were here: three hookers, I'm sure, though they didn't look like I imagined hookers would. They were young, not really trashy looking, and they were pretty. They came over and sat down among us—well, not the probationary pledges. Each of the three girls sat with one of the SAE guys on each side of her.

So, we newbies had to look on from afar. But the show was pretty good. They started talking about the action on the screen. It was strange to hear a woman talk like that: openly and crudely about sex but with no embarrassment. Sometimes they were laughing about the things that happened in the movie. Sometimes they were teasing the guys there were sitting with. And sometimes they were pitying those of us far from them. But they didn't do anything to correct that last situation.

One of the hookers, I think her name was 'Gina', commented on how big the boobs were on the woman in the movie who was seducing a younger girl into some lesbian love. Another, who called herself 'Lori' (though who knows what her real name was) insisted that the actress wasn't any bigger than she was. Of course, the argument was only going to be settled by a show of breasts, so soon Lori was standing next to the "freeze framed" image of the buxom woman on the screen. We all voted that, while Lori's breasts were slightly smaller than the other woman's, they were definitely far better looking. Soon, all of the girls were in some state of undress. They toyed with us mercilessly, rubbing the thighs of the upperclassmen and touching themselves. Sometimes they would let one of the senior guys touch their breasts, but the advances came quite slowly.

Before too many more beers were drunk by everyone, though, progress had been made. The third girl, Cindy, broke the ice (if you can use that word for a room that was so hot) when she bet Gina that Gina couldn't deepthroat a guy like the woman on the movie was doing. We all saw this coming as a set up so we weren't surprised, but we were extremely excited, when the girls began undressing the older SAE guys and pulled their cocks out. My cock, and I'm sure the cocks of my fellow pledges, were just as hard as the upperclassmen's but theirs were out in the open and being stroked and sucked by beautiful women. God, I envied them.

At one point, when Lori was sucking Mark deep into her throat, I was watching them closely, not really thinking about anything. But, when I caught Mark looking at me with a sort of superior grin on his face, I flushed and turned away quickly. After a few minutes, though, I found my eyes going back, again and again, to Mark's cock. I felt my heart pounding again. Her lips were dark red and the contrast with his white cock was striking. She would go all the way down on his cock and, as she did, I felt my throat tighten.

At first I didn't hear what Mark said. I didn't even know that he was talking to me. But I suddenly realized that all the other discussion in the room had stopped. There was only the background noise of the movie with its sucking and slurping and bad soundtrack. Everyone was looking at me.

"Hey! I said, do you want some of this, Allen?"

Jesus, did I. I didn't have to answer. He told me to come over; there was plenty to go around.

The other girls had stopped what they were doing and Lori was just sort of slowly sliding her mouth on and off Mark's cock while she watched me walk over. I got excited when I noticed that she was watching my crotch. There was a definite bulge there waiting for her. And she seemed interested in it.

I sat down on the couch next to Mark, unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. Mark's sharp rebuke stopped me.

"No, Allen. You're not going to share Lori. You're going to share with Lori." It took me a second to process this. (I was a little drunk, after all.) When I did, I shook my head violently. His hand was reaching for my head to push me down on his wet cock. I shoved his hand away and said, loudly enough for all to hear, that I wasn't going to touch his cock; I wasn't going to suck him off.

There was a complete silence for a minute. Then, one of the other upper-classmen told Mark to knock it off. He tried to cool things off by suggesting that we just watch the next video. I was debating leaving, but Lori stroked her hand across my crotch once and I decided I wasn't going anywhere.

The next movie looked as if it was really amateurish. You could barely hear the music that was crudely dubbed in while the credits—simple cards held in front of the camera—were running. The title was "Gobbling Greeks". I didn't get it.

I looked down for a second at Lori's face that was still just inches from Mark's now soft cock, and thought about what it would feel like to have those crimson lips sliding up and down my cock.. I dwelled on the pleasant thought for a minute when I began to hear the soundtrack from the movie.

"You see, Allen, most of these interviews really are pretty much the same. I don't get very aroused in them. But I'd like our interview to be different—stimulating. And I should tell you that you can trust me not to say a word about any of the details of our interview to anyone."

A pause.

"I just have to tell them that you are someone we want. And I won't say anything more."

"So, what do you say, Allen? Can you make this an exciting interview?" "I'm sure I'll perk up the minute you open your mouth."

I was looking at the screen by now and my thoughts had cleared enough to know what was happening. Everyone in the room was looking at me. I didn't return the gazes long enough to catch their expressions. I just wanted out of there. As I bolted for the door, though, strong hands from both sides pushed me down into my seat.

"Just relax and watch, Allen. You like watching guys get their cocks sucked. I think you'll like this video." I knew better, but I didn't have a choice so long as they were holding me down. There was an unreal quality to the experience of watching the video of myself open his pants, slide off my chair and take his hardening cock into my mouth. It was just yesterday but it seemed so far ago. Except in my mouth and throat. There, I could almost still feel his cock—hard, smooth, and hot—sliding in and out, forcing my jaw wide, hammering against the back of my mouth.

I glanced at the others. No one was looking at me. The older fraternity members were watching the videos with rapt attention. The new recruits were watching too, but they seemed to be distracted by their own thoughts.

"So, Allen. It looks to me as if you not only like to watch cock's getting sucked. You like to suck cocks."

"Oh, Jesus," was all I could manage to say at first. Then I said, more quietly, "You said you won't let anyone else know."

"Actually, I only said I wouldn't say a word," he grinned. "I didn't. The other guys could pretty much see for themselves from the video."

"Turn it off," I begged him. On the videotape, I was just getting into a rhythm on his cock and he was beginning to build toward an orgasm.

"Oh, Allen. You don't really want me to turn it off. . . Look!" And he pointed down to my crotch where my cock was still exposed because of my earlier mistaken optimism. Lori sort of laughed and reached out to touch my cock and everyone in the room could see that it was hard and there was a drop of pre-cum glistening at the slit.

"Here, Honey. I know exactly what you want," Lori said. "I know what you're feeling. Let me show you how to take care of it."

She crawled over Mark to kiss me on the lips while her hand continued to stroke my cock. Her tongue pressed hard into my mouth and I found myself sucking on it. Almost imperceptibly, she drew back, pulling me with her until both of us were near Mark's exposed cock.

"Here, Honey. Here's what you want." And she drew away and tried to guide my head toward Mark's anxious cock. I shook my head again and tried to draw away, but Mark would have none of that.

"Allen. I don't think you understand. This tape is really too good for our fraternity to keep to itself. It should be shared with the other fraternities—and the sororities, for that matter. I think it would take some significant persuasion to make me selfish enough to keep this good stuff for ourselves."

I understood immediately this time, and, resigned to my fate, took him into my mouth for a second time. I didn't understand why he would rather have me suck him off than Lori. She was beautiful, sexy, stacked and very willing. I'm sure she knew what she was doing and did it a lot better. But it didn't matter, he was going to show the tape to everyone if I didn't do what he wanted. So, I did what he wanted.

It was easier for me not to think of all the others in the room. I just focused on what I had to do to get this over with. Lori, though, didn't let me forget her presence. She continued to stroke my cock as I sucked on Mark's. For that I was very grateful; it felt terrific. But she also egged me on with words of encouragement and told me what I liked about how it felt. I hated that, but I kept sucking and pumping Mark's cock.

I guess someone rewound the tape, because I heard the opening exchange between Mark and me again. I thought about my emotions yesterday—how I was scared and excited, repulsed and attracted. I didn't feel quite the conflict today. I was being forced, and everyone in the room knew it. I guess that allowed me to deflect responsibility for what was happening.

Mark's hands held the sides of my head so he could control the rhythm. He slowed me down and I didn't understand why at first. Then, I realized that he was timing his orgasm to coincide with the one on the tape. By listening to the tape, I could tell when he was going to cum in my mouth, because I was sure he would cum as soon as he let himself. He was primed and ready. I felt the same way, and I think Lori knew it because she suddenly stopped stroking my cock. I really didn't want her to stop, but I think that I might have felt worse if I had cum on the rug when I was sucking Mark off, so maybe her stopping was for the best, though it would be hard to convince my aching balls of that.

I heard him start to scream on the tape, and felt his hips thrust his hard shaft deep into my mouth at the same time. For a second, he didn't piston in and out. He just pressed hard as deeply as he could and I felt his hot semen squirt against the back of my mouth in pulse after pulse. Then he began pumping hard in and out of my mouth again until he finished spewing in me and began to soften.

I started to move my head away but Lori stopped me. Some of his cum was on my fingers and at the base of his cock. Lori told me that I had to lick it off slowly and kiss his softening penis. She wasn't really giving me orders; she was giving me "helpful advice"—as if I wanted to do this as well as she could. That was much worse than giving orders. But Mark's hands on my head made clear that it was an order from him. So I licked his cum from my fingers and from the hairs around the base of his cock. I kissed his cock one last time before backing away (putting my own frustrated cock away in the same motion).

"Okay, which one of you pledges wants to be next?" one of the seniors, Sean, said. None of the pledges volunteered so he continued, "Okay, who is next on the tape?"

Someone started the tape that had been paused, and I saw one of my pledgemates, Tom, in the interview room with Sean. I suspected that Sean knew very well who was next on the tape. The dialogue was a variation on mine with Mark, but the outcome was the same. After the inevitable verbal dancing around, Tom was on his knees sucking Sean's cock with a show of enthusiasm if not expertise. We all watched the scene until the end. I was very glad not to be the center of attention anymore, and happier still to have company in my situation.

When Sean came in the poor guy's mouth, Tom couldn't hold it. He tried to swallow but began retching and wound up throwing up in the wastebasket.

"Let's see if we can help you get better at that," said Cindy as she guided Tom down to his knees in front of Sean. The pledge knew what the deal was so he didn't resist. He took the waiting cock, now limp from inattention but still wet from Cindy's ministrations, into his mouth and began sucking gently on it until it hardened. Someone had rewound and restarted the tape for this session, too, but I found it much more interesting to look at the real thing, right next to me. I knew the mix of feelings Tom was experiencing. At least I thought I did. Then it crossed my mind that maybe he felt something different from me. Maybe he didn't feel, in addition to the embarrassment and humiliation, some thrill.

I watched the cock harden in his mouth. I could almost feel the pressure on my jaw as he stretched to accommodate the increased size. I thought about the moment in the future when his mouth would fill with cum and wondered whether he would be able to fight the urge to gag, whether this time he would be able to swallow without throwing up. I reached for my beer to wash my mouth out, glad that my time was over.

It didn't take Sean long this time. He either didn't want to, or couldn't, pace himself to cum when he did on the tape. When it was apparent that he was about to cum, Cindy told Tom to take Sean's cock deep into his mouth and swallow as Sean came. Cindy gave him a little push to emphasize the advice. This time, I guess Sean came so far back in Tom's mouth that Tom didn't go through the awful retching he had on the tape, though we were treated to the replay of that on screen while Tom licked up the drippings from Sean's cock and kissed his cock before putting it away. 

One after another, we watched as each of the pledges redid the blowjob he had done to get this far, with the video playing in the background. No one protested. I guess it was easier for the others, knowing that we had all done this, than it was for me. But there was little choice given that the fraternity was willing to use the tape as blackmail.

When all the upperclassmen were spent, each in his own pledge, Mark, who evidently was the motivator for these activities, said, "You guys have been great sports about this—in addition to being great cocksuckers, I mean. We have a reward for you." Our ears perked up, but we were skeptical—suspecting some further humiliation. But Mark went on, "Since you guys insisted on horning in on the girls, we thought you might like to take the girls to bed with you and give them a little more of what they were getting from us. You know, sort of make up for the fact that you cheated them out of what they wanted from us." He paused while he looked around at us. "So, what do you say? Does that sound okay? Otherwise, we can send them home."

Needless to say, we took him up on the offer. Besides promising the obvious pleasure, it helped us to seem (not the least to ourselves) to be regular guys after having been forced to suck a guy's cock in front of all the others. The evening had been embarrassing and frustrating. The night promised to improve. 



Yet Another Frat Initiation Story Ch. 04



Part 4: First Night Frolics

The mathematically gifted will have deduced that we pledges would have to share the girls. That was okay. They seemed to be enough for all of us. I could still feel Lori's touch on my cock. I longed to feel her mouth surround me the way she had Mark. I wanted to feel my cock harden in her mouth and forget, at least for now, the cock that had hardened—twice now—in my mouth.

The sleeping room had three large beds, which worked out fine for our purposes. As it turned out, Tom and I shared Lori and the others worked out the pairing up with Gina and Cindy somehow. Lori took off the rest of her clothes before coming to bed and Tom and I did the same. It was actually a little embarrassing undressing in front of these people I barely knew, but I was willing to put up with that.

Lori got into the middle of the bed and Tom and I climbed in on opposite sides. I wasn't paying much attention to Tom, but I ran my hand over her body, stopping on one of her gorgeous breasts. She moaned and it sounded wonderful, even if it was just an act. When I felt her small, warm hand touch my cock, I moaned and it most certainly was not an act. She began to jack me off like she had in the TV room earlier. I was in heaven, though I wanted more. I wanted her to suck me like she had Mark—well, like I had Mark, too, though I had sort of put that out of my mind. When I thought about it, I guess I realized that I wanted her to do it more like I had, because I really wanted to cum. But, then, I didn't know whether I wanted to cum in her mouth or her cunt. What a spectacular choice for a virgin! (Was I still a virgin? I decided that I was, from this direction, at least.)

I pushed Lori's head toward my aching cock very gently. That was all it took. She started to move down. She stopped and whispered to Tom that he should fuck her from behind while she sucked my cock. He was more than agreeable. Then she moved down to take my cock in her mouth.

God! I mean, GOD!!! Nothing has ever felt that good. I forgot about everything but the sensation in my cock, that soon felt as if it wasn't confined to my cock anymore. My entire body tingled with excitement. In just a few seconds, I could feel my balls start to boil. If I came too soon, it was understandable. I'd been excited and frustrated all night. Actually, the last day and a half had been filled with more sexual tension than I'd ever felt before.

Lori could sense that I was near and stopped what she was doing. She squeezed hard on the base of my penis and told me, in a sweet and sultry tone, that I wasn't to cum yet. I ached and my hips were still gyrating in a futile attempt to shoot my wad. But soon, the urgency receded. In the meantime, Lori had to stop Tom, too, so he wouldn't cum too soon.

"Maybe we should reverse things for a while," Lori suggested. So, I got a chance to feel a beautiful woman's hips in my hands as I buried my cock in her hot, wet cunt. That, too, was ecstasy. From the look on Tom's face, he was enjoying having his cock sucked as much as I had. We were both taking a little longer to get close to the point of cumming this time, but we were soon there, and almost at the same time.

Again, Lori stopped us. Again, both of us found our hips lurching out of our conscious control. I think we both sort of whimpered; I know I did. Lori showed no mercy and I took it pretty well because I figured that all this teasing would make it all that much better when she finally let us cum.

Lori had us lie next to each other while she got on top of us putting one knee between each of our legs. Then, she went from one cock to the other sucking it while she stroked both. This felt wonderful and the trading off made me last longer before I began to feel an orgasm building up. Lori timed her exchanges to keep both of us right on the edge, sometimes sucking neither of us and almost stopping her hands for fear of our going too far.

"Oh, please," I begged. "Please let me cum."

Lori looked at me for just a minute and then looked at the girls in the other beds. She seemed to be deciding whether to tell me something now or not. Apparently, she decided to.

"Oh, no, dear boy. You're not going to cum while I'm here. I have very strict instructions. I'm to get you as excited as I can for as long as I can, but I don't get paid if you cum."

"Jesus! Those bastards!"

Tom was thinking more constructively. "We'll pay you. Just please let us cum."

"Sorry, Sweeties." She was already getting up and putting her clothes on.

We begged, pleaded, groveled. It wasn't very dignified. Worse yet, it was completely ineffective. Now the girls were all dressed and ready to leave us alone. Cindy said to us all, "The other guys said that what you do up here in your room is your business, just as long as we didn't let you cum with us."

With that, they left six of the horniest, most frustrated guys that have ever existed, I was willing to bet. One of the other guys, Jeff, asserted with forcefulness that he wasn't going to bed without shooting his load. Rob, now the only bedmate Jeff had, suggested that we all jerk off. We knew we were going to do it anyway. If we all agreed to it, we wouldn't have to hide it. So, it was decided that we would do what so many high school and college guys had to do, settle for our own hand when what we really wanted was a woman.

The light was dim, but I saw some movement and heard some of the others start to stroke themselves. As I put my own hand to my cock, I felt completely disappointed. This wasn't what I wanted, what I expected tonight. I felt deprived and angry about it.

I don't know where I found the courage to do what I did next. I didn't really plan it out. I reached over and moved Tom's hand to my cock while I grabbed his cock with my other hand. Surprisingly, he didn't resist. He began stroking my cock as I stroked his. This felt much better than beating my own meat as I had done so many times in the past. I couldn't see what was happening in the other two beds so I figured they couldn't see what was happening in ours. Anyway, I didn't really care much.

Tom and I stroked each other for only a short time before we both started to cum. I had never had such an intense, or massive, orgasm. Measured in seconds, gasps, or tablespoons, it was beyond my experience. My whole chest felt covered with cum and, when I felt Tom's, I found that his was about the same.

Now, the age old question for guys. What to do with the cum? You are so focused on producing it that you give hardly a thought to getting rid of it. I guessed that Tom was having similar concerns. I surprised myself again when I brought the hand I'd stroked him with to my mouth and sucked the cum off it. It didn't taste so bad, so I leaned down on his chest and licked up his cum. When I got to his cock, I took him in my mouth to clean him off. He seemed to like it, but he didn't harden so soon after such an exhausting orgasm.

Leaning down for him had smeared the cum on my chest, but not cleaned it off. I put my hand on the back of his head and just gestured to what I wanted, but he resisted.

"I'm sorry, Allen. I know I should do it for you, too. But I just can't. My stomach is churning; I'm afraid I'd throw up."

"Okay," I whispered. And I went to sleep with a cum-soaked chest. 

But, sometime later, when I had gotten pretty soundly to sleep, I felt Tom's head on my chest—hesitantly, tentatively, licking my chest and working his way down to my cock. I realized that my cock was rock hard. Maybe my body was responding to his tongue, or maybe just to the night's activities. But I was hard and I didn't feel "spent" anymore. As his lips closed on my cock, he could feel my need—my desire. I was afraid it would frighten him and he would move away. I don't know whether he knew I was awake at this point. But he didn't move away. He opened his mouth to take my hard cock in and sucked me gently, cleaning me off. 

I had to cut off a slight moan for fear it would wake the others. I was sure that Tom knew that I was awake now and I put my hands gently on his shoulder and the back of his head. He wasn't frightened or reluctant. He began sucking harder, bobbing his head on and off my hard shaft. Soon, I felt the urgency of orgasm for the second time that night and I spewed into his mouth over and over again. Without a sound, he swallowed load after load of cum and gently licked my spent cock clean. I was wondering if I should return the favor. I really didn't want to—I just wanted to bask in the afterglow of my orgasm and drift back to sleep—but I was willing, if necessary, to give the quid pro quo. But Tom just rolled away from me and settled in to sleep.

I drifted off to sleep completely content with no turmoil in my soul about the day's activities. Somewhere, down deep, I knew that this was because I was high on the endorphins from my orgasm, not because I was at peace with what I had done.



Yet Another Frat Initiation Story Ch. 05



Part 5: Morning Activities

Long before my hungover mind wanted to, I heard an alarm go off in our room. The door sprang open and our six mentors came in with our morning instructions. We were all prohibited from taking a leak until each of us had given a semen sample. What the sample was for was not explained. We were given little cups to cum into and instructed to form a circle facing outward and jerk off into the cups while the upperclassmen watched.

Clearly, this was more humiliation and domination. But, I suspected, it wasn't all that different from the sorts of hazing that many fraternity pledges go through. I still thought that what we did the night before was very different from ordinary hazing. We stood naked in a circle between two of the beds and began stroking our cocks. I guess everyone had awoken with the morning woody because it didn't seem to take long before I could hear serious jerking sounds: furious pounding, grunts and moans. I heard some of the guys cum then, within seconds, I was shooting into my cup. Soon we had apparently all filled our cups.

The cups were neatly labeled by the upperclassmen, and then we were given Big Gulp cups and told to stay where we were to give a urine sample. This seemed even stranger, I guess, but we did as instructed as soon as we were able to piss. Soon, the upperclassmen were marking and measuring everyone's morning piss. They told us we could shower, get dressed and come down to breakfast in half an hour.

We looked around and found that our clothes had been taken sometime during the night. In their place were white karate suits. At least that's what they looked like. When we put them on after our showers, we found that the pants were quite loose and had a large fly that didn't close except by being drawn shut by the belt. I hadn't seen karate suits like these.

Once dressed, we went down for breakfast. We were the only ones eating, though the entire rest of the fraternity, consisting of about 30 guys, seemed to be there to serve us and watch us eat. And breakfast was really good. There were eggs with some sort of cream sauce, the biggest sausage links I'd ever seen, toast and orange juice. Everything tasted great, though the juice was a bit tart. The guys who were serving us and watching us seemed to exchange glances, but I ignored that as I dove in for seconds of everything—especially the eggs with the tangy cream sauce. I was really hungry. It wasn't until much later that I realized why the upperclassmen were so interested in watching us eat our breakfast and drink our juice. (You figure it out.)

The morning activities were announced. In fact, we received an agenda for the next few days. It was filled with very nondescript names like "Show and Tell", "Fraternity Service", etc.. This morning's activity was "Getting to Know Your Pledgemates". 

I figured there was something cutesy in the names, and I was right. Later in the initiation process, it became a game to guess what we would really be doing under the heading in the agenda. But, at this point, none of us could have guessed the details of this morning's events.

In the basement there was an elaborate setup of curtains suspended by ropes. The arrangement made three booths, not unlike voting booths, but without any curtain for privacy. On the far side of each stall, was a curtain with a large hole in the middle. From its height (a little below waist height), I suspected I knew what the holes were for. We were led to different areas of the room and securely blindfolded. I was spun around, as I suspect were the others, and led back to the middle of the room and into one of the stalls. I was pushed down onto my knees and told to take my blindfold off but keep facing the back of the stall. On the other side of the hole in the curtain, I saw someone dressed in a white karate suit and heard a voice tell him to untie his pants and drop them to the ground. Soon, there was a mostly flaccid penis protruding through the hole.

Then, in a voice for all to hear, Mark gave us more detailed instructions. "Those of you standing will have little to do right now. But those on your knees will be busy. Before you stands one of your pledgemates. You are to observe what you can see of him closely without touching him . . . yet. Beside you, you will find a clipboard with a form with detailed instructions and places for recording your observations and keeping any notes you want. Be sure to follow all the directions and fill in all the blank spaces. Accuracy is very important. Much of what happens to you during initiation will depend on how well you do here."

I looked at the clipboard. On it was a pencil, a stopwatch and a cloth tape measure and a whole stack of multi-page forms. On all the forms, the observer name was already filled in with my name and the subject blank was filled in only with a number. The first one was #4.

The directions warned me again to be thorough and accurate. I was to observe the penis and testicles before me. (The forms used the proper terminology for all body parts.) Under the subsection "Initial Appearance", I was to note the apparent size, shape and color of the organs, as well as the density, pattern, color and texture of the hair. I did this as well as I could, including drawing a little sketch of what I could see, before moving on to the subsection titled "Initial Objective Measures". Here, I was to use the tape measure to get more accurate measurements. These pretty well confirmed my guesses and I thought of the old joke about why girls are such bad judges of distance. I guess I hadn't been corrupted yet.

The process of measuring another guy's cock and balls in this way was strangely impersonal. I couldn't see anything of him except what I was measuring, and he couldn't see me at all. There really wasn't anything sexual in what I was doing, or so it seemed to me until I moved to the section titled "Responsiveness". Here, I was to first stroke the penis lightly, just once, noting whether it responded by swelling and rising. Then, I was to caress the testicles in my hands for ten seconds, noting what effect this had on the penis. Finally, I was to place the penis fully in my mouth and suck, moving my lips up and down his shaft and note the time it took for the penis to get into a state that I judged to be "fully tumescent".

As I sucked on the "penis" it quickly turned into a hard "cock" in my mouth. When I looked at the watch, I learned that it had taken 35 seconds to become rock hard and smooth. I let it out of my mouth then, as the instructions required, much to the displeasure, I could tell, of my "subject". I was now to make both subjective and objective measures of the penis and testicles, "renewing the tumescent state orally as necessary". It didn't prove necessary often, since the mere touch of my hands to measure him was sufficient to keep him hard for a long time.

When I neared the end of page 3, I had measured him limp and hard in about every way I could with the tape measure, my hands and my mouth. I had dutifully described how his cock felt in my mouth, how much of it I could take into my mouth, what his balls felt like in my mouth, and dozens of other things. I knew the length and circumference of his cock both limp and rigid. I knew big around his balls were, which one hung lower, and how low they hung when he was limp and when he was excited. I knew more about his genitals than I did about my own. And, I guessed, he knew more about the inside of my mouth than I did.

Then I turned to page 4. I was supposed to indicate where I was in the examination by pulling on a green cord in one corner of the stall. I hadn't seen and cords when I went into the stall and the first one I found was a red one. But, on the other side was a green one and, when I pulled it, something dropped on the other side and my subject turned around, bent over, pressed his ass up to the hole, and reached back to pull his butt cheeks apart. My heart sunk and my stomach turned as I hurriedly read ahead to see what I was supposed to do. The "subjective tests" seemed not to involve my mouth, so I calmed down. I was supposed to describe the look of his ass—hairiness, color, shape, etc.. 

By the time I had finished this, someone had placed something in the stall next to me. I looked down to find a tray with two plastic gloves and a tub of a clear jelly-like goop. I was to put on the gloves, lube them in the jelly and do some "internal observations". These included feeling all around inside his asshole—excuse me, 'anus' and 'rectum' were the terms used. I then was to try to place two fingers up his asshole—through his anal sphincter, I mean. I was to wait until he accommodated this and then put three fingers in. I could barely get three fingers in this guy's hole and four just wouldn't go. I noted this and then turned the page to find that I had only one more thing to observe: the state of his cock while my fingers were in his asshole. I reached up between his legs to find, much to my surprise, that his cock was fully erect. I noted on my own, without prompting from the form, that his balls were up tight against his body.

Then I was instructed to pull the red cord and wait until others finished. This time, the cord didn't seem to do anything, but I suppose that someone either behind me or on the other side could at least see it moving. I waited, on my knees, for about three or four minutes until Mark instructed us to replace our blindfolds. I was helped up, handed my clipboard to keep with me and led away from the stalls. It felt like I was being taken around the room so I would be a little disoriented. When I was finally stopped, I noticed with some satisfaction that I wasn't pushed down on my knees.

Mark told us all to take off our blindfolds and we were given the same instructions as before. Because I was standing, I was to drop my pants. Now, I pretty much knew what was going to happen. What I hadn't realized is that the curtain between my side of the booth and the other side was only about five feet high. I could see over it easily. I couldn't see down into the stall, nor could my "observer" see me, because there was a curtain jutting out over him making a partial ceiling over the stall. But the frat members on the other side of the room could watch me while I was observed. Strangely, I felt far more naked to these people who could only see my face, than I did to whoever was examining my equipment so closely.

I looked to the sides, but those curtains were very high and all I could see was that I was in the middle stall. I would have no clue about who was checking me out. Whoever it was, when he stroked my cock, caressed my balls and scrotum, it felt so wonderful that I closed my eyes for a second. Then I remembered the frat guys watching us from the other side of the room and opened my eyes, trying to look unaffected. It proved impossible when I felt his hot, wet mouth close on my cock. As I felt my cock harden in his mouth, I realized that my eyes were closed again and I had a kind of dopey look on my face. I tried to correct it, but I suspect with only limited success.

Silently, I had counted the seconds from his first touching my cock with his lips to his judgment that I was completely hard. It seemed to be about 25 seconds. While he was doing the objective measures of my erect state, I wondered if there was any kind of contest for fastest to become erect. And, I wondered, if there was, what the prize would be. A couple of times, I felt his mouth on my cock again, urging it to full hardness. Other times, his mouth and hands were making various "subjective measures". I don't know how accurate they were, but the subject thought they were pretty good.

While I was mulling this over, I saw a little card pop up in front of me that told me to turn around, bend over, press my ass through the hole and reach back to spread my cheeks. I did this, unsure of what I thought of my ass being penetrated from the outside in by anything. I had a little time to think about it while he made his initial observation. I also thought about the fact that the frat guys weren't just on the other side of the stalls. They were moving around as they wanted, and there were plenty on this side, looking on ready to watch me and the other two subjects take a few fingers up the ass. 

I heard the sound of the plastic gloves being put on. In a few seconds, a well-lubricated finger touched me gently, right on my hole. I felt him wiggle his finger around to spread the lubricant and then press slowly into my ass. I liked the feeling of his finger moving in. It was small and didn't hurt at all. When he felt all around, as I had been doing in someone's ass a few minutes ago, I felt my dick start to harden. I tried to control it but, especially when he pressed hard toward the front of me, I just got harder. By the time he had several fingers in me (I couldn't tell for sure if it was three or four), me cock was as hard as it had been in his mouth. Of course, right then, he reached up and felt me, so this fact was duly noted. I looked up, only to find that the fact was noted by others as well.

We went through every permutation. I filled out five forms and had five filled out on me. With short breaks between every couple of sessions for a drink or a piss, all this took the entire morning. I decided that it was better to be the subject than the observer, but the decision wasn't as easy as you might think. You get mighty frustrated when someone is sucking your cock but you know the sucking will stop before you cum. And, frankly, I didn't like being watched by the frat guys. I'm sure they were looking at me when I was the observer, but I couldn't see them, so I could sort of forget about them.

When we were all finished, we were allowed to sit down and relax with a soft drink while the frat guys disassembled the booths and explained to us what was happening next. It was, of course, Mark who gave the instructions.

"I hope you got to know your pledge brothers a little better. Just to see how well you got to know them, we're going to have two tests. First, you will be asked to match each of your subjects with a name. Success here will be a matter of luck unless you guys got to know each other better last night or were looking closely while your pledge mates dressed or showered this morning. This round is just for fun. Then, you will all have a good look at each other and you will get another chance to match numbers with names. The person who does the worst in this round will receive an immediate crash course to improve his knowledge of his pledge mates."

Well, I guessed that Tom and I had a slight advantage from last night, though I didn't really know what happened in the other beds. And, I didn't know if I could tell which of the five had been Tom. I had only had his cock in my mouth last night when it was pretty limp. Still, I had a guess that I was pretty sure of. That meant I had only four others to place. I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I had taken a couple of peeks in the showers and while people were dressing and I thought I could guess at least two of them, though I wasn't sure. I did my best to get the names matched with the subject numbers.

After we turned in our answer sheets, we were instructed to take off all our clothes and stand in a circle so that everyone could see everyone else. I felt a lot more naked than I felt when I was being observed, though no one was looking at me quite as closely. I looked around and was pretty sure that I had gotten them all right in my guesses.

Mark repeated what we were to do and reminded us that the person who did the worst at matching in this round would get some kind of crash course to improve his knowledge of his pledge brothers. As I filled out the form the same way I had in the first, practice, round, I was suddenly driven to change all my answers. I didn't know why. I didn't know what sort of "crash course" Mark had in mind. I just decided to screw up my answers.

We waited, completely naked, for the sheets to be graded. When the results came back, I wasn't surprised to find that I had the lowest score, getting none of my five right. The others all had either three or all five right.

"Allen, it would appear," Mark said to everyone, "needs to get to know his pledgemates better. And we're going to give him that opportunity right away."

He turned to me and told me to get on my knees. I hesitated, but soon sank down without protest. He turned to the others and told them that each of them should let me do some more subjective examination of them. But this time, the examinations should go on until each had given me something to remember him by. So it happened that I sucked off five guys in rapid succession. It was interesting to note the differences between the cocks in size, shape, texture and even smell. The guys acted differently. Some were almost embarrassed that they were doing this. Perhaps they were thinking, "There but for the grace of God, go I", not knowing that it was the grace of Allen that had spared one of them. Others seemed so glad to be getting their rocks off that they didn't think about anything else. But they all pumped their cocks between my lips, pressing my jaws apart past the point of pain to a kind of numbness. They all shot their loads in my mouth. And I swallowed all of it without gagging.

I didn't really mind it. I guess I'd come a long way as a cocksucker in the last forty-eight hours. I did a quick review: Mark twice, and five guys just now. That was seven to completion not to mention the other sucking I'd done on Tom last night and everyone I'd observed today. Quite a record. Everyone else had done at least two blow jobs in that time and Tom had done three, so I wasn't the only one who was getting an initiation. I didn't mind that. But I wish my cock hadn't gotten hard when I was sucking my pledgemates off just now. I was completely naked and I was sure my erection hadn't gone unnoticed.

I also wished there would be some relief for me, but apparently not. Mark told us it was time for lunch. At least for those who were still hungry. We pledges got dressed and I tried to be discrete until my cock had softened enough to not be noticeable. Then, we went to the dining room for an unremarkable lunch of hot-dogs, whole pickles and some soft drink like Mountain Dew or Mellow Yellow.

The seniors told us we could go to our room for an hour's break which I welcomed because I was exhausted. I fell asleep for most of that time and I think some of the others did, too. But when I awoke, they were talking, and I gathered it was about me. I couldn't really tell what they were saying though and they stopped when someone sensed that I wasn't soundly asleep anymore. When they started speculating about what "Strutting Your Stuff", the afternoon's activity, might be, I sat up and joined the speculations.



Yet Another Frat Initiation Story Ch. 06



Part 6: Afternoon Show & Second Night

We didn't have long to speculate. We were called down to the basement and told that we were going to have a chance to reveal some of our selves to the other pledges and the frat members. Each of us would get a fill-in-the-blanks script to flesh out and then present to the group from a make-shift stage that had been set up. The scripts would be different, but equally demanding and equal in eliciting revealing features of the pledges.

We each sat down with our scripts to complete them. Some of the items were innocuous like, "My favorite sports to participate in are . . ." But eventually they worked around to such things as, "Let me show you my little penie. [Drop pants and hold penis out to audience.] I like to touch it and make it bigger, but it never gets as big as a real man's. That's why I like to look at real men's cocks and suck them off if they'll let me. What I like best about sucking a man's cock is . . ." Or, "This is my tight little asshole. [Turn back to audience and spread cheeks.] I've never been fucked in the ass [or say the number of times you have if you have], but this morning I had lots of guys put their fingers in my ass. I got ["very", "sort of", "a little bit"] hard this morning when they put their fingers up my ass and I pictured myself being fucked by ["one", "some", "all"] of them."

A least this is what mine said, and I really hoped that the other pledges' were similar because, once again, Mark said I was to go first. He said it made sense because some of them might need more time to recharge. I didn't know what he was talking about until I got to the last part of the script. I was supposed to jerk off for the audience and spew into my hand. Then, while they applauded, I was supposed to lick the cum off my hand and swallow it.

Soon, it was my turn on stage. As you can tell from what I said above, there was no way to complete the script without embarrassing yourself. Here is most of my script as I completed it. I'll cut out some of the preliminary stuff.

Hi, my name is Allen and I'm from Indianapolis. I'm a good student mainly interested in psychology. I like to play sports, and my favorite sport to participate in is basketball. [And so on and so forth, until it started getting more interesting.]

I have a little penie. I started touching it for pleasure when I was 7 years old. I jack myself off as much as I can, at least twice a day. Here, let me show you my little penie. [Drop pants and hold penis out to audience.] I like to touch it and make it bigger, but it never gets as big as a real man's. That's why I like to look at real men's cocks and suck them off if they'll let me. What I like best about sucking a man's cock is thinking about how good it would feel to have mine sucked like that. {I was proud of that one. I had thought about saying, "when it ends" but I thought that might be thought the wrong answer and besides, it could be taken the wrong way.} Lately, I've sucked guys' cocks a lot {didn't really think I should say "a few times" or it would seem like I thought seven times wasn't very many}. When they shoot their loads in my mouth, I swallow every drop. {The alternative was to say that "I try to swallow every drop but sometimes some of the cum leaks down my chin—then I wipe it with my finger and suck it off my finger because I can't stand to let even one drop go to waste".} I really like {"love" was the alternative} to service the cocks of real men. 

This is my tight little asshole. [Turn back to audience and spread cheeks.] I've never been fucked in the ass, but this morning I had lots of guys put their fingers in my ass. I got sort of {it was a lie, but I thought I could get away with it} hard this morning when they put their fingers up my ass and I pictured myself being fucked by some of them. {Somehow saying "some" seemed better than "one" since that would raise the question of which one.} I hope someday I'm able to service lots of guys with both my mouth and my asshole. Maybe someday I'll be able to do dozens {I could have said "scores" or "hundreds"} of guys at both ends at the same time. That would make me feel really satisfied. {The alternative was "like the woman I've always wanted to be".}

I know my penie isn't very big or interesting. But I'd like to show you how it works if I could. [Stroke your penis, using some of the lube by the stage if you want, until you are hard. Be sure to let everyone in the audience have a good view of your cock as you stroke it to a climax, squirting your cum into your hand. When you cum, your audience will applaud. Then, smile, bring the hand to your mouth and lick up all your cum.]

I carried it all off well, with the exception of when I claimed that I was "sort of hard" when the guys had their fingers in my ass. Almost in unison, they protested that I was lying. 

Now, I've told this like it was no big deal. But it was. I was nervous and scared and embarrassed. But, I was also incredibly horny from this morning's activities and I welcomed the chance to shoot my load. When I came in my hand, it seemed to be a particularly large amount. It seemed even larger as I licked it from my hand and swallowed it.

True to advertisement, the other scripts were different, but not less insulting and embarrassing. One guy had to put his finger up his ass and reminisce about how good it felt to have the other guys' fingers there. One had to put a penis-shaped dildo in his mouth while he masturbated and pretend that it was cumming in his mouth while he came on his stomach. Poor Tom had to talk at length about how he loved the taste of cum and fantasized about having whole troops of guys shooting off for him so he could drink whole glasses full. Rob had to position himself so his legs were propped up over his head and cum in his mouth. He spurted all over his face and had to wipe it off and lick it from his finger. Jeff had to shoot his wad on a plate on the floor and then get on his hands and knees and lick it up while he thrust his finger in and out of his asshole. All and all, I didn't do so badly.

By the time we were done with the show, it was dinner time: brats and potato salad with an especially bitter beer for dinner and chocolate covered bananas for dessert. Nothing remarkable about dinner, though something was remarked about at dinner. Mark came up to me and took me aside.

"Allen," he said. "It did not go unnoticed that you got a perfect score on the first attempt to match people with their numbers and, on the one that there were consequences for, your got every one wrong."

"I guess I just screwed up," I said carefully.

"Hmph. Maybe, but I like the other hypothesis better." I felt my face flush.

Before we could discuss it more, we got interrupted.

We were told to quiet down and watch the video showing on the television. It was a video of this afternoon's show. It wasn't as humiliating to watch myself in the video as it was to perform, but it was still pretty awful. On the other hand, when I watched the other guys go through their humiliation, I found myself getting hard. I'm not sure whether my excitement was intensified by knowing how humiliating the experience was for them. Maybe. But maybe I was just excited by seeing my pledgemates exposing their hard dicks.

The sleeping arrangements that night were the same, minus the girls (for all the good they had done us). When it sounded as if the others were asleep, Tom started talking to me.

"I was lying here thinking about how you sucked us all off this morning."

"Yeah," I said noncommittally.

"And I was thinking that maybe you intentionally missed some of the answers so you would have to do that."

"Why would I do that? Do you think I liked sucking everyone off?" I replied, a bit defensively.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe you were feeling like I am. I mean, the time I sucked Sean during my interview was the first time I had ever touched a guy's cock. I'd never thought about touching a guy or sucking a guy off. The thought of doing it made me feel sick and actually doing it made me throw up. And I didn't like it at all with Sean last night, though it didn't make me throw up. This morning, while I had each guy's cock in my mouth, I was hoping that no one would cum in my mouth. I gagged just thinking about. But, I got hard thinking about it, too. And the more I thought about it, the harder I got. I remembered that when I had sucked you off in bed, it didn't make me retch."

He fell silent, maybe thinking he'd exposed too much about himself. I decided to try to reassure him. I told him that I understood what he was feeling. It wasn't quite an admission that I was feeling the same thing, but it came close and he was reassured.

"Well," he went on, "I'm just feeling kind of weird. Am I ... like ... gay?" Tom was obviously in turmoil. 

"Listen, Tom," I wanted to calm him down. "I figure that we have to give ourselves a pass for now. The shit these guys are putting us through it playing games with our heads. Don't over-think this. We're doing what we have to do to get into SAE. That's all. It doesn't mean anything."

I could tell that I'd made Tom feel better. It's almost as if I could feel his muscles relax. On impulse, and deciding to follow my advice not to over-think things, I reached over for Tom's crotch. His cock was soft, but quickly began filling in my hand. I stroked him gently to a full erection. I liked the feeling of him hardening in my hand, in response to my touch.

I was pretty sure the rest of the guys were asleep. At least I didn't hear any noise from the other beds. I slid down in the bed so I could take Tom's now wonderfully hard cock in my mouth. As I took him deep in my mouth I focused on the marvelous sensation of having a hard, hot cock fill my mouth. I sucked Tom gently; I was in no hurry to bring him off. He seemed to enjoy the slow, gentle attention I was giving his throbbing cock.

This went on for maybe ten minutes before I could feel his response change. He was building to an orgasm. He needed to cum; he wanted to shoot his load in my mouth. And that was exactly what I wanted. I pumped the base of his shaft with my hand and bobbed my mouth up and down over his helmet, urging him to spew his salty load in my mouth.

It didn't take long for both of us to get what we wanted. I swallowed Tom's cum, enjoying the taste and texture. I cleaned his cock with my tongue, causing Tom to twitch. Then I crawled up next to him in the bed.

I knew that Tom would be worried about reciprocating. And I would have loved to cum then. My cock was rigid. I'm sure Tom would have rallied to what he saw as his duty, but I decided to let him off the hook.

"Don't over-think things, Tom," I said. "Just roll over, okay?"

Tom welcomed the invitation to simply doze into sleep from the post-ejaculation high he was on. He rolled over on his side and I moved up behind him, spooning with him. I loved the feeling of my cock rubbing gently against his ass. I fell asleep with my arm around him and my rigid cock nestled against his tight little ass, dreaming about what might be.



Yet Another Frat Initiation Story Ch. 07



Part 7: Fraternity Service

The morning's activities were once again labeled cryptically, this time as "Fraternity Service". When we got down to the breakfast table, we found that there was no food there. Instead, there was a note that said that pledges were required to service fraternity members before they would have anything to eat. We were to draw a name from a jar on the dining table, knock on that frat member's door, and ask if there was anything we could do for him. We were to do whatever he told us to do. If we performed adequately, he would give us a token to keep—two or more if he was really pleased with our service. If we were unsatisfactory, he would dismiss us without any token. In any case, we were to go back to the dining room and get another name from the name jar and repeat the routine until the jar was empty. It was pointed out that one of the tasks we might be required to do was to place the person's name back in the jar so there was no telling when the morning activities would be finished. However, the note expressed hope that we would find enough to snack on to get by until we could get breakfast.

I drew Terry's name first. I didn't know him well, but I had seen him watching yesterday's activities. The slip of paper had directions to his room and I followed them to the third floor. I knocked on his door and heard him ask who it was. I told him and asked if there was anything I could do for him. He said to come in and, when I did, I found him still in bed, covered only by a sheet which was far from substantial enough to hide his erection.

"Come here", he said flatly. "What do you think I've got under this sheet?"

"I guess just your body," I replied, choosing to be noncommittal until I understood the game.

"Well, would you like to see?

"Yes," I said, trying to sound interested but still tentative.

He frowned, "It doesn't sound as if you really want to see. I'm sure you could do better. Tell me what you think you would see and how much you really want to see it. Tell me why you want to look and what else you would like to do. Convince me that I should let you look."

The game was clear enough now. So I played along. "I think that you are naked under the sheet with a serious hardon. I really want to see because, if I'm right, it would really turn me on. I like to look at guys' hardons. It makes me really hot. When I see a guy with a hardon, I know that he needs to have his cock sucked and I find it impossible to resist sucking him off if he'll let me. It looks as if you have a really big cock and I'd like to feel it with my hands and take it into my mouth if you'll let me."

What I said surprised me, but it all felt like a game. The show yesterday afternoon had made it possible for me to say things that I'd never thought before and probably weren't true. It was all just play.

He didn't say anything, but he slowly began moving the covers down to reveal first his chest, then his stomach and the tip of his cock. As he pulled it down further, I saw that he was very well endowed. His cock was thick and long, and very hard. As I looked at it, I realized that part of what I had just said wasn't just play—at least it wasn't false play.

"I want you to kiss the bottoms of my feet and then lick up the insides of my legs going back and forth from one leg to the other working your way higher and higher until you come to my balls. Then I want you to make love to my cock and balls and lick my scrotum. All the while, you should tell me how beautiful my cock and balls are and how much you want them. Improvise and be creative. Then, I want you to beg for me to let you suck me off and cum in your mouth."

The kissing the bottoms of his feet didn't do anything for me, but I had to admit that as I got closer and closer to his crotch, slowly inching my way up with my tongue, the whole process did make me rather hot. When I got to his balls, I lifted them up gently and licked behind them. I could tell that it drove him wild and I enjoyed the feeling of control. His balls felt heavy and solid in my hands and I decided that telling him how they felt would be a good way to start my patter.

"Your balls are incredible. They're heavy and firm. They feel hot in my hand and I want to take them into my mouth to caress them with my tongue."

He didn't object so I sucked first one and then the other into my mouth. I sucked on each gently and listened to him moan. I tried to get them both in my mouth, but they clearly wouldn't fit.

"Oh, Jesus. Your cock is beautiful. It is so big and hard. I'll bet you have fucked lots of girls with this beautiful thing—that is, if you can keep their mouths off it long enough to put it in their cunts. This is the kind of cock that wouldn't just make women fall to their knees to worship, but it would make guys—even straight guys—do the same."

I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his cock a few times and then continued, "It makes me hard to think about your cock in my mouth. Would you please let me suck it?"

"You may suck my cock," he replied magnanimously.

"Well, I've got to tell you the truth. I don't just want to suck your cock. I want to take it all the way into my mouth and throat. I want to fuck your cock with my mouth. I want to slide my lips and tongue up and down your hard shaft until you shoot your enormous load of hot cum into my mouth. I want to feel my mouth fill with your semen, to feel the exciting tension of not knowing if I will be able to swallow fast enough to keep up with your ejaculation. I want to swallow wave after wave of your cream and then hold your cock in my mouth as it softens. Will you please let me do all these things? I'll be forever in your debt if you would let me do this."

"Well, I don't know, Pledge. I don't know if you are good enough to have my cum in your mouth."

"Oh, please. Let me try. If you don't like how it feels to have me swallow your cock and bob my mouth up and down your cock, you can stop me. But please let me show you that I can make you feel as good as I'll feel doing it."

Terry finally relented. I suspect that he couldn't have resisted much longer no matter what I had said. So it happened that I began my eighth full-blown blowjob in three days. But this one was a little different. Here we were in bed and there was some preliminary play. Before, I'd just sucked guys off. The game Terry made me play had made a difference. I felt that I was making love to his cock and, so, when I took him in my mouth, it wasn't just to give him a blowjob. It was something different. I liked the way the difference felt, but I wasn't sure I liked admitting to myself that I liked it.

I set all this aside as I felt his hard cock fill my mouth. He was clearly bigger than Mark or any of my pledgemates. It felt exciting to have such a big cock filling my mouth. As I was bringing him closer to an orgasm, I thought about what I had said on stage yesterday about someday wanting to be fucked in the ass. The size of Terry's cock made me think that someday might not come in this lifetime. But sucking such a big cock was great. My jaw hurt more than ever—even more than it had yesterday when I had sucked off all five other pledges. But despite the ache there, I didn't pull off once. I just worked him harder and harder until I heard him grunt and felt his cum blast its way down the tube of his cock. My mouth did fill over and over again with cum. It was all I could do to keep up with him. 

When he softened in my mouth, I pulled off of him and, looking up into his eyes, asked him if there was anything else I could do for him. He didn't hesitate. He told me to stand up and drop my pants. I did it immediately, in the foolish expectation that he might want to reciprocate. But reciprocation was not in the game plan. He stared at my hard cock for a minute and said, "I just wanted to see how much you liked sucking my cock and swallowing my cum."

I was embarrassed and asked if I could go. He said that I had better pull up my pants first. As I turned to leave, he asked if I wanted my token. I'd completely forgotten about those. He flipped me one and I turned to go again. He stopped me asking if I didn't think I deserved more than one. I told him that was up to him, but he could tell that I was hopeful.

"Okay," he said. "Give me one more nice sweet suck and I'll tip you."

I pulled the covers back again and noted that his cock was limp. I was able to take it completely into my mouth for a second or two before he began to harden a little. I sucked him gently for a few strokes and then he said, "Okay. Here's your tip." He pressed two more tokens in my hand. "Now, go downstairs and put my name back in the jar."

As I walked back to the dining room, I met a few of my pledgemates going on their second assignments. I realized that I might be getting behind and hurried to my next assignment, who turned out to be Brad.

I knew who Brad was. He was incredibly handsome, with chiseled features, dark hair and light blue eyes. The girls on campus drooled over Brad. But he had a steady girlfriend, Megan, and what a girl she was. She looked like a Playboy model, only a little more interesting and lot more innocent.

Brad took me by surprise when he looked at me like I was from Mars and said, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm supposed to do anything you want me to do—to "service" you."

"I don't want a guy. I've got Megan. Have you seen Megan? What the hell would I want with a guy."

I didn't know what to say and was debating just leaving.

"Of course, Megan does impose her limits. Still, I don't think I could do anything with a guy."

Mixed signals, if ever I heard them. I waited trying to figure out what I was supposed to do. Finally, I decided to ask..

"I don't know what you want me to do. I'll do anything I can, but I can't be a girl."

Brad looked at me and replied, "Well, maybe you can get close. Look in the closet. Do what you can and be convincing."

I opened what turned out to be a walk-in closet. On the door was a woman's dress in a rather large size and some other women's things, including a blonde wig. I started to turn to go, but Brad said, "Oh, Allen. Don't forget about the token. And, if that's not enough, remember: 'Videotape at eleven!'"

Shit. On reflection, I couldn't see how this was worse than lots of what I had done in the last few days. I guess it just took me by surprise. I closed the closet door and took off my clothes. The pantyhose were very dark black, which was good unless Brad was into hairy legs. The bra was big enough to fasten around me and I was thankful that it clipped in front. I'll never understand how women do those thingies in the back. It was clearly made for a transvestite because the cups were prepadded with fake breasts. The dress was a black wrap-around so it fit reasonably well. I put on the wig and stepped into the high heels. As I opened the door and tried to walk out, I gained a new respect for every woman who wears high heels.

I'm quite sure that I looked ridiculous, but Brad seemed pleased enough. I walked toward him and he started things off.

"Megan. I've been thinking about our little disagreement. If you really don't want to suck me until I cum, I guess I don't want to pressure you into it."

For the first time, I wondered if he expected me to talk and, if so, whether I was supposed to use falsetto. I took a chance and talked in my regular voice, though I tried to sound a little feminine.

"Oh, Brad. I've been being silly about this. I know how much you want to cum in my mouth. And I've had fantasies about it. I imagine you getting really hard when I'm sucking you and holding my head tightly while you fuck my mouth. I imagine that I can't do anything but suck you and hope that I can swallow your cum so I don't choke. It makes me really . . . wet to think about." I had almost said 'hard'. "So, I don't know why I stop you. I guess because I think that maybe you wouldn't respect me if I let you do that. But now that seems silly. I've never let a guy do that before, and I want you to be the first to cum in my mouth."

He looked at me and asked if I was sure.

I nodded and told him that I wanted to suck him off now. He seemed agreeable so I took down the cover. His cock was limp and I figured that it was because he wasn't really into the guy thing and there were limits to my acting ability. But I figured that he would cum around soon.

"And, Brad. If I chicken out—I mean, if when you get near to cumming I try to pull my mouth away because I'm afraid—don't let me. Hold me on your cock no matter what I try to do then."

I watched him and he seemed to like this a lot. Then I moved down on his small, flaccid cock and took it in my hands and, from there, directly to my mouth. He hardened surprisingly fast and soon his cock didn't seem small at all. He may not have been too into guys, but he seemed to like this one's mouth. When he was completely hard and his hips started pumping, he rolled me over so we were in our sides and began fucking my face. This was different from the other blowjobs I had given. I really wasn't doing anything. He was holding the sides of my head and pounding in and out of my mouth.

He started saying things like, "Oh, Megan. Oh, God. Megan, I want to cum in your mouth so much. Please don't stop. Oh, God, Megan." The idea of me stopping really didn't make sense since I wasn't doing much, but I guess either he wasn't as controlling with the real Megan or she stopped rather forcefully.

Soon I could tell that he was starting to build to an orgasm. I began trying to back my head off. At first, he let me move back so I was almost off his cock. Then, suddenly, his hands on the sides of my face, he forced his cock deep into my mouth and pistoned faster and faster. I began to resist and sort of whimper, pretending to be trying to stop him—to pull off of him. He would have none of that, and he forced his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth on each thrust. Finally, I felt that increasingly familiar sensation of cum bolting down a cockshaft as my mouth began to fill with hard jets of his cum.

When he finished, he lay there for a minute or so and then said, "Oh, God, Megan. That felt so good." And he pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I didn't kiss back, I was so shocked, and he immediately stopped. He looked embarrassed and told me to go now.

When I came out of the closet dressed in my karate suit, I asked him about the tokens. I don't think he wanted to talk to me but he pointed to a stack on the nightstand, indicating that I should take them all. I left with five more tokens.

I had a couple of "quickie" assignments. Simple first of the morning blow jobs. They were fast and got me two tokens each bringing my total to 10. I wondered how the others were doing, and what the "prize" was.

When I went to the name jar for the fifth time, there were only a few names left. I figured this would be my last assignment and, if I wanted to win (which I was certainly not sure of given that the prize hadn't been announced), I hoped it would be a good one. When I saw that I had drawn Mark's name, I wasn't sure whether I was lucky or not.

Mark acted disappointed to see me, but I could tell it was just part of an act—something I had to play along with. He said that he really didn't want another blow job this morning (I wondered how many he had already had), and even if he did, it wouldn't be from me. He said he'd fucked my face enough for a while. Then he allowed as how maybe he could find something interesting to do with me if I'd be good and follow directions. I told him I would.

Then he told me to do a striptease show for him. This seemed silly, but he was serious. I'd taken off my clothes for everyone yesterday, but this turned out to be more difficult. There was the fact that I was the only one who was going to do it, and, then, it was for a more intimate audience. He put on some music and had me dance for him, which was really ridiculous. It was almost a relief when he instructed me to begin stroking my cock for him. 

When I started to get aroused, he blindfolded me—very securely so that I couldn't see a thing. Then he had me go on masturbating for him. He made me cradle my balls in my hand and tell him how it felt, or suck my fingers while I stroked my cock and tell him I was imagining that it was a hard cock in my mouth. I had to tell him how much I liked feeling his cock in my mouth the last few days and say that when I masturbate now, I always imagine sucking him off.

He took my left hand out of my mouth and pressed it into something cool and slippery—presumably the lubricant we had used the day before. He told me to get on my knees, spread them wide, and put two fingers up my ass as far as they would go. I was a little awkward getting down on my knees—I guess from being blindfolded—and when I got down the bare floor was hard and cold. After I slid my fingers in my ass, he put my right hand in the grease and told me to go back to jacking off. It felt really good with the lubricant and I was playing with different rhythms in my ass and on my cock. I suspected that he was going to stop me before I came, but maybe I'd surprise him and get to shoot my load. I hoped so. The morning's activities had made me really horny.

He didn't say anything, so I just went on jacking harder and harder. Finally, I shot my load all over the floor. As I let my fingers slip out of my ass, I was still breathing heavily and wanted to collapse—preferably on something soft, but I would certainly settle for the floor. Mark had other plans for me.

"Now you've gotten the floor all sticky with your filthy cum. Clean it off."

I started to reach down and he cut me off, "Not with your hands, scum. Use your tongue. And I want every drop cleaned off the floor. You can use your hands to hold yourself up, but all the cleanup has to be done with your tongue. I guess you should have thought about the mess you were going to make in my room before you did it."

He knew that, being blindfolded, the only way I could do this is to lick all around in front of me. That didn't seem to bother him. Resigned to my fate, I bent over to lick the floor. I found a big load of cum almost right away and started licking it up. Then, I let out a gasp, followed by a scream.

Mark had quietly gotten behind me and grabbed my hips, forcing his erect cock against, and finally into, my virgin ass. I'm sure he had it well lubed and my fingers had lubed me up inside, but it still hurt like hell and felt as if it was going to tear my asshole open. Jesus, it felt big. The pain started to recede a little and he began sliding in and out. I really didn't like this. I hadn't agreed to this and I wanted it to end. I tried to pull away, I even tried rolling over to get away from him. But once he was in my ass, his hands were locked on my hips. Going limp didn't help, he just held up my hips and fucked my ass. Pretty soon, I just accepted it—accepted him—without cooperating, but without fighting either.

Of course, I had forgotten completely about licking my cum off the floor. I guess he had too, for a while, but he remembered now and he reminded me, telling me I would be punished if I didn't get it clean right away. With that, he spanked my ass really hard. I put my face down to the floor again and started licking. This posture provided him with even better access to my ass and I felt him push in to the hilt over and over again. The pain was gone now . I felt him loosen his grip on my hips, and, when I didn't try to get away, he removed a hand and reached around to grasp my cock. For the first time, I realized that it was hard again—so soon after I had just shot my load. Since my cock was still slippery from the lubricant, his hand slid up and down the shaft as his hips pounded into my ass.




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I had decided that this wasn't so bad and found myself pressing back on to meet his meat with each stroke. Finally, I put my cheek down on the floor and let him pound into my ass until he came deep inside of me. For a minute, I thought I was going to cum again, but the feeling passed without an ejaculation.

"Go get a rag wet with warm water," he instructed me as he collapsed over onto the floor.

I pulled off the blindfold but when I started to put my clothes on but he told me to go as I was. As I was walking to the bathroom, I saw several guys: Jeff and Rob were walking back to the dining room, probably finished with their servicing, and a couple of fraternity members. They looked at me and I wondered if they could tell what I had just done or if they were just noting my nakedness.

When I returned to Mark, he had me clean him up with the rag. He wasn't in any shape for more sex, but he had me suck his cock for a few minutes anyway. When I was ready to leave, I asked him about the tokens.

"You earned it, boy. Take the one on the dresser."

It! The one! Jesus Christ! He had raped me and, in the end (so to speak), I had accepted him. And he wanted to give me one token. I hated him. But I just took my token and left.

(To be continued ...)



Yet Another Frat Initiation Story Ch. 08



Part 8: Afternoon Awards

The Fraternity Service activities kept us busy the entire morning; there was no breakfast unless you count the multiple loads of cum that every pledge had been served. At lunch, no one talked about what they had done or how many tokens they had gotten. The award ceremony was to be right after we ate. We went down to the TV room where Mark had things set up for a real show which, of course, he was to emcee. The entire fraternity was there and Mark called us up individually in order of the number of tokens we received, those who had received the fewest first. Poor Tom had only gotten three. Mark made Tom answer a lot of questions about who he had serviced, how he had serviced them and why he earned only three tokens. Tom was clearly very uncomfortable talking about it. He had serviced five guys, but two of them had refused to give him any token at all because he had thrown up again when they came in his mouth. The other three had each given him only one because, they said, his sucking sucked.

Mark made Tom describe in detail how he felt when he had a frat member's member in his mouth. He had to say whose cock he liked best, which he wanted to suck again, and so forth. Then, with inappropriate glee Mark said, "Let's go to the videotaped highlights." Tom blanched and I guess all of us squirmed. I know, I felt sick. Someone turned on the TV and VCR and suddenly there on the screen was Tom in a frat member's room sucking him off. Mark made Tom give what he called the "blow by blow" description of what was happening. The tape was edited to be only a few minutes' collage of Tom sucking various cocks. Tom had to say how much he loved to feel each hard cock in his mouth and how he looked forward to them cumming in his mouth. When the tape showed him retching and upchucking, he had to tell us all how much he wanted to overcome his problem so that he could service all of these guys better.

Mark said that Tom clearly needed more practice and had him stand at the side of the makeshift stage sucking on a penis-shaped dildo while the ceremonies went on. From time to time, Mark would check to see that he was doing as instructed.

The rest of the awards went similarly. The other four guys got five, seven, eight and ten tokens. The first two of these were told that they needed to improve and given dildo's to suck on stage like Tom. The last two were announced as "Second Runner Up" and "First Runner Up" respectively. When the first runner up, Rob, was announced, I felt a moment of pleasure that I had won the contest. I was a little uneasy, though not knowing what the prize was. And I was more than a little uneasy not knowing what would be on my "highlights" tape.

Rob had done some role-playing and some creative things like pretending to be a dog who wanted to lick and nuzzle his owner's cock. This resulted in acts that no dog could ever do, but the "owner" didn't seem to mind Rob falling out of character. With another "client", Rob wasn't allowed to touch the guy's cock at all. He was to just kneel on the floor naked, masturbating and begging the guy to cum on his face. Rob wasn't to shoot his load until the guy covered his face with cum. Then he was to cum as quickly as he could after that, shooting it into his hand. Rob got a big tip because, as we could all see on the videotape, almost as soon as the guy shoot cum all over his face—and I do mean all over his face—Rob started to cum in his hand. He had clearly been holding off as long as he could. Then, without being told, Rob brought his hand to his mouth and swallowed his own cum before wiping the cum from his face and sucking it off his hand. There was a spontaneous round of applause for this. Like the others, he had to describe everything, often in terms Mark offered. Mark prodded Rob to say how much he wanted to suck the cock of the guy who had spewed on his face and how he hoped he would get a chance to do that before long. Rob's performance was pretty stiff competition and I was fortunate to have come out on top.

Rob was told to stand with the others while the "Grand Champion" was announced (as if there was any suspense). My eleven tokens received some appreciative comments from the audience and Mark made a big deal of what a great cocksucker I must be to earn so many tokens. I had to talk about my favorite parts, what I wish I had been able to do, and so on. I left out any mention of my session with Mark. And, before going to the "taped highlights", Mark commented on that but didn't say anything more about our encounter. I was beginning to be hopeful that it would be omitted from the tape.

As the tape began, I reflected on this morning's activities, from making love to Terry's cock and balls, to playing Megan for a frustrated Brad, to the routine blow jobs that the other two guys wanted and finally, to the incident with Mark. I was brought back from my private ruminations by a spontaneous cheer from the audience. When I looked at the screen, I saw it was for me, dressed as Megan, coming out of the closet. (And I noted that this was an interesting way to think of it.) People were a little surprised by how much Brad got into it and, I think, quite shocked when he kissed me. Brad was clearly embarrassed and the teasing began right away. I doubted it would end for long time.

Unfortunately, the tape appeared to be largely unedited. Some of the preliminaries with Mark were cut out, but I was soon on the floor, blindfolded, stroking my cock with two of my fingers sliding in and out of my asshole. On the tape, I saw how quickly I sprayed my cum on the floor and how I hesitated when Mark commanded me to lick it up. Now, watching this happen in front of the whole fraternity, my heart was pounding again, my lips were dry and my ears burned. Suddenly, as my tongue was lapping up a string of cum from the floor, Mark was behind me, holding my hips and thrusting into my asshole. My ass still hurt from his intrusion and I could feel my sphincter tighten at the memory of his assault. As I could tell from the tape, though, it wasn't long before I was accepting him, and then cooperating with his thrusting. As he came in me on the tape, I remembered how good that had felt and how close to an orgasm it had brought me. I was sure that if I hadn't just shot my wad on the floor, I would have with his final thrust into me. I realized that my cock was hard now, watching the tape, and I was pretty sure that it was obvious through these karate suits.

"So, Allen. When you told us about how you got your eleven tokens, you didn't mention anything about this. Why not?"

I realized that this was just a prelude to getting me to talk about how much I liked his cock in my ass. I decided to do something a little ballsy. "Well, I didn't think that I had done very well because you only gave me one token."

Ah, just the reaction I hoped for. The other frat guys booed and jeered Mark. Now Mark was clearly embarrassed. He tried to recover saying something like he thought that I liked his cock in my asshole enough that I didn't need any other reward, and he began his typical prodding to say how much I loved it. But the audience told him to shut up and for me to be let off the hook.

Mark relented and said that it was time for the winner and the losers to get their just deserts. I was to just stand where I was and Tom was told to come forward leaving the dildo behind. Mark whispered some instructions to Tom and then Tom got on his knees before me.

"I'm not worthy to suck your cock, but I need practice and I beg you to let me fondle your cock and balls, lick your scrotum and kiss your balls, and suck your beautiful cock in my mouth." Tom repeated his line verbatim, I suspected.

I simply nodded and Tom reached up to untie my pants. They dropped to the ground to show my cock, which had softened since watching the videotape of me with Mark, beginning to harden in anticipation of Tom's attentions. Now Tom had sucked me off all on his own twice. Sleeping together for the last two (was it only two?) nights, we had gotten pretty friendly. This seemed to be a very different thing. First, there was the tension of being watched by everyone. But, more than that, there was something about standing up and watching him on his knees sliding on and off my hard cock that really excited me.

It didn't take long before I was nearing an orgasm. But Mark stopped things, reminding Tom that he really wasn't worthy of having my cum in his mouth. I actually thought it would be just fine. But Tom was escorted away and Jeff, who had gotten the next fewest tokens, was call forth to continue with my cock., which was, by now, limping along in need of some attention. Jeff had to do some sort of "I'm not worthy" routine, too, but soon he was showing the frat guys how well he could suck cock. (which was pretty well, actually). Again, when I got near an orgasm, Mark stopped things and we moved on to the next pledge. 

So it went until we got to Rob, who had a different spiel he had to give. He described himself as a worthy opponent who was, nevertheless, soundly defeated by a superior competitor and asked if he could show his respect and honor me by allowing him the honor of sucking me off. I liked the "off" part at this point. He fell to his knees and began honoring me with real zeal. Knowing that I was finally going to get to finish, I actually held off a little on my own. But, at last the urge to cum overcame me and I grabbed the back of his head, forcing my cock down his throat, and spurted five or six times in his throat. When I had softened, he slid his lips from my spent cock and pressed his lips against my balls for a second before pulling up my pants and tying them.

I was then allowed to sit down, which was a very good thing since my knees were very weak at that point. Rob was told to stand up and poor Tom, once again, came forth with the "I'm not worthy" speech which he had to repeat five times that afternoon. Rob got sucked first by Tom, then the others, ending up spewing his load in the second runner-up's mouth. After we had run through all the contestants, Tom was told that he was to masturbate in front of everyone repeatedly saying that he didn't even deserve to be allowed to do that. Then, when it looked like Tom was ready to cum, Mark cut him off, telling Tom that he was right and he would just have to be frustrated until he managed to perform better. Tom's frustration was palpable. I felt really sorry for him and I promised myself that I would take care of him tonight.

(To be continued ...)