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Authors name: Bondage Lover (Anonymous)
Story title : Fraternity Hell Week
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Fraternity Hell Week (MM, college, forced-gay, ritual)
by Bondage Lover (Anonymous)
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They had spent several months trying to earn the
privilege of joining the fraternity... now it was almost
over. All they had to do was get through "Hell Week" and
they'd be "brothers".
Yeah, that's all. But they didn't know what lay in store
for them. One thing was for sure. It would be a week they
would all remember for a long time. A very long time.
The 10 young men showed up with their suitcases and
sleeping bags as scheduled that Monday night. The
brothers who had seemed like their friends for the past
several months seemed very different and would not meet
their eyes. As soon as they were all there they were
sternly ordered to line up shoulder to shoulder in the
basement.
A brother none of the pledges knew well, Karl, stormed
into the basement room and yelled that he was their "Hell
Master" and that they were "his" for the next five days.
He told them that they were no longer pledges. They were
now "scum".
Karl was an forbidding figure in the best of
circumstances. Six foot four and an expert in the martial
arts; his body was nothing but solid muscles. As the
bellowing continued, it became clear that he had a
special dislike for Gary, the freshman swim team captain
who had become the leader of the 10 scum.
The scum were given a scavenger hunt list and told that
they had four hours to find as much as they could and
return. Vague threats of what would happen if they were
late were made. The list didn't make much sense, but they
took it and ran out.
Much of it was pretty easy...flour, syrup, onions,
clothesline, whistles, Nair, Ben-Gay, duct tape, clothes
pins, candles and matches, razors and shaving cream, a
Polaroid and film, sheets...but some things seemed almost
impossible to find.
Some were clearly intended to put them in embarrassing
situations...buying gay magazines from four different
places or taking pictures of each of them nude in the
student union for example. In the end they had to return
without the several items including the burlap bags, and
used jockstraps.
When they got back, they were herded into the furnace
room and told to strip to their underwear. As the door
was closed, they heard the ominous click of a lock.
Gary and one other pledge were especially embarrassed at
being forced to strip since they were not wearing any
underwear and had to go stark naked. Each pledge was
ordered to use the clothesline to make a "necklace" of
several half onions, and a whistle.
The 10 guys in the stuffy, crowed room, now nearly nude,
were left there for what seemed like hours.
Unidentifiable noises reached them through the door. The
room began to reek of sweat and onions as the temperature
crept up. Their eyes were burning from the stench of
onions and each began to wonder if he would make it
through the next five days.
An outsider looking at them in their underwear would have
remarked that they were all athletic and handsome, but
that figured. This fraternity was known for picking good-
looking jocks.
Suddenly the door burst open and Karl commanded them to
go to the rec room in single file. Even before they got
there, they could smell the cigars, the pot and the beer.
As he walked in completely naked and vulnerable, Gary
noticed a wild look in the eyes of each of the brothers.
They were all dressed roughly. Most were in Levis and t-
shirts. A few had leather jackets. All in all, it looked
a bit like a scene from a Hell's Angels movie.
The scum were commanded to stand at attention and look
straight ahead at all times...and Karl began to yell
questions at them. Then others joined in until the room
was in anarchy. "When was the fraternity founded?" "Why?"
"What makes you think you'd be a worthy member?" Most of
the questions, however, were trick questions...and there
was no right answer.
For example, one brother screamed "How many men in your
pledge class?" and the right answer was "None, Sir. We're
just scum." Each time a question was missed, there was a
reaction. Sometimes it was a pail of hot water, other
times it was a bucket of ice in their underwear or a beer
in the face. The flour and syrup they had picked up on
the scavenger hunt, which had seemed pretty innocent at
the time, was thrown over their soaked bodies and began
to form a gummy second skin.
The minutes became hours.
Near the end, one of the brothers decided it would be fun
to tear the underwear off of one the scum...so he'd "be
naked like all the others" and soon all of them were
buck-naked. The brothers laughed at them for having small
dicks (which wasn't really true) and more of the
syrup/flour mix was thrown in their pubic hair. One or
two of the scum started to get hard and the brothers
stopped that with more buckets of cold water.
Finally, sometime well after midnight it was over...for
the first night anyway. The dripping, flour and syrup
covered scum were forced to clean up the grimy rec room
with toothbrushes. When that was done, they were given
only five sleeping bags and told to sleep two to a
bag...without being allowed to clean the beer, syrup and
flour off.
None of the scum slept very well that night. Early in the
morning, they were woken up and forced to do strenuous
calisthenics in the nude with weights tied to the ends of
their dicks.
Then, they got their rules for the week. One was that
they were to do every thing as a unit. Whenever one of
them had to shit or piss, he had to blow the whistle
around his neck and all of the other scum had to come
into the bathroom with him. In fact, one of the others
had to hold his dick while his pissed or wipe his ass
after he shit. They were allowed ten minutes as a group
in the shower in preparation for class...not really
enough to clean off all of the filth from the night
before.
Just to prove they were serious, the brothers forced each
of the scum to take his morning piss with one of the
other scum holding his dick with both hands and recorded
it on the Polaroid. They were told that anyone who didn't
follow the rules would find the pictures of them on
anonymously posted flyers all over campus. The
humiliation of not being allowed even the most basic
privacy was felt by all, but they were really helpless.
With the lack of sleep and the filth still on them from
the night before, that was a long Monday for each of the
scum. They were ordered to return when they weren't in
class and put to work cleaning the fraternity house.
Dinner, too, was quite an ordeal. The scum were required
to eat with their hands lashed behind their backs and
without utensils from plates set on the floor...wearing
just jocks. There were tons more questions like the ones
from the night before... questions with no right answer.
Each time an incorrect answer was given, there was the
smack of a paddle on a bare ass.
Karl started in hard on Gary. He asked impossible
question after impossible question and begin using his
belt on Gary's bare ass, also. The blows got harder and
faster. Gary's butt began to glow a pink, and then
finally a cherry red.
Then Gary made his big mistake. He struggled...and all
hell broke loose.
The brothers bellowed that they had ways of dealing with
scum who didn't know who were the men and who were the
boys. Gary was wrestled to the floor by several brothers
and his jockstrap was ripped off. The other scum were
ordered to stand at attention to "watch and learn".
Gary was manhandled to one of the dining room tables and
the clothesline from the scavenger hunt was used to tie
his arms and feet together below the table so that he was
spread-eagled and helpless.
One of the other scum, Kevin, was chosen at random and
told to shave every hair off of Gary from the neck down.
Kevin protested, but when they insinuated that he could
easily join Gary, he reluctantly cooperated. Kevin was
one of Gary's closest friends...both had been on the swim
team together, but there was no choice.
Kevin started with Gary's tanned chest. The lather was
spread over the handsome pecs. That part took only a few
minutes with the brothers jeering all the while at "the
boy who thought he was a man". Gary started to yell back
and was quickly gagged with his own jockstrap and one
ripped from another scum who was standing in the wrong
place at the right time.
The look in Gary's eyes was still one of defiance, but
there was little he could do. Tied down, buck naked,
loosing all of his hair in front of 40 taunting brothers.
He felt angry and shamed.
After the chest was smooth, Kevin shaved Gary's armpits
and legs...obviously avoiding Gary's crotch as long as
possible. Although only ten minutes had passed, it seemed
like hours.
Then nothing was left but Gary's crotch. Kevin looked
pleadingly at the brothers hoping for an out, but none
was given. So more lather was applied, but this time one
of the brothers got into the action and jacked Gary's
cock. To his horror, Gary felt himself responding! He
started desperately trying to think of something else,
anything else. But no use. He was getting
hard...something he had never done in front of other men
before. This only increased the humiliation as the
brothers claimed he was a faggot.
With Kevin still at it, bit by bit Gary began to loose
the hair that was the mark of his manhood...now with the
added shame of his semi-hard cock flopping in the air.
Finally it was done. The swimmer jock had been tied,
shaved and humiliated, but Gary was still defiant.
Karl removed the jocks from Gary's mouth and interrogated
him again. Gary spit in Karl's face and a couple of the
scum snickered. That, too, was a blunder.
Karl stepped back. Instead of blowing up as they
expected, he sneered. He said, "That's the excuse I was
waiting for, now you're all going to find out how much
hell you can have in hell week."
He commanded the pledges to count off. When they were
done, he told them that it was time for a little game,
one he called TEASE. Each of them, in the order they had
just counted off, had a one-hour task...to get and keep
the bound and helpless Gary hard without letting him cum.
The first scum who let him get soft or who made him cum
would join him on another table.
The two jocks were put back in Gary's mouth as a gag and
duct tape was added across his eyes as a blindfold. Then
the first shift started. It was Shawn who had to break
the ice. Shawn was one of the smallest of all of the
scum...not uncommon for a gymnast. His smooth, muscled
body was the secret envy of many of the other gymnasts.
His light complexion seemed only to highlight his dark
hair and eyes.
Shawn walked up to Gary uncertainly as Karl stepped back.
Timidly, Shawn reached out for Gary's dick and slowly he
began stroking it. Gary responded immediately. The
tension in the room built slowly for the next hour as
Shawn alternately jacked Gary off and then stopped just
before he could cum... and started all over again as soon
as Gary's dick began to look the least bit soft. It was
pretty clear that Shawn was lucky. His "shift" was
absolutely going to be the easiest.
Much later, during the forth hour, it was obvious that it
was getting very tricky trying to keep from making Gary
cum without letting him get soft. Four hours of arousal
were taking their toll. His shaved, muscular body was
writhing against the ropes as his prick oozed pre-cum. It
was clear that if Gary had had his way, he would have cum
immediately. Karl and a few of the other brothers just
waited patiently, quietly.
Kevin was up next. Within minutes of when he started his
hour, Gary was the closest he had been all night and
Kevin showed no signs of stopping. His sympathy for his
bound friend was greater than his fear of what would
happen to him. Through the gag, Gary's moans became
louder and louder and then finally, release! He shot one
of the biggest loads of his life.
The minute it happened Karl's bulging arms grabbed Kevin
and he was tied to one of the dining room chairs with his
arms tied behind his back. It wasn't long before he too
was shaved completely by one of the other pledges under
the ceaseless watch of Karl. Kevin was spared the teasing
simply by virtue of the late hour.
The pledges were again put to bed with only five sleeping
bags for the ten of them. Gary and Kevin, both exhausted,
shared one of the bags and were asleep as soon as they
lay down.
The next day was much like Tuesday. When, they were woken
up to do the nude calisthenics, it seemed like they had
just gone to sleep. They were allowed to shower long
enough to get clean this time.
As they started to walk out to class, Karl met them at
the door. He ordered them all to drop their jeans and
held out a handful of cock rings. He told them to remove
their underwear, replace it with "diapers" made out of a
scratchy woolen material and put on the cock rings and go
to class that way.
Needless to say, they all spent most of the day getting
hard due to the constant rubbing of the sandpapery
diapers and the tight cock rings.
Dinner was much the same as the night before. Lots of
impossible questions and lots of paddles.
As soon as dinner was over, Karl gathered the pledges
together and told them that he had a new "game" that they
were going to play with both Gary and Kevin. This one was
called MILKING.
Karl ordered Kevin and Gary to strip and they were tied
spread-eagled in two doorways on opposite sides of the
rec room. Jocks were stuffed into their mouths, and Saran
wrap was wrapped around each of their heads and covered
with duct tape forming hoods so they could neither see
nor speak.
The two swimmers, perhaps because of the cock rings,
which they still wore from the morning, became hard
almost immediately. Karl split the remaining eight scum
into two groups of four and asked them to count off. Once
they had done so, he told them that "all" they had to do
was to make their helpless victims cum four times.
He told them that the first one would be easy, but it
would get progressively more difficult. However the eight
scum had only two hours to accomplish their task. If they
were unsuccessful, they would face "punishment".
As predicted, the first scum working on each guy had an
easy time of it. Within ten minutes both Kevin and Gary
were shooting loads of cum into the hands of the other
scum.
Wanting not to loose any time, the second of scum started
almost immediately... much to the distress of the two
tethered swimmers. Their cocks were still too sensitive
from cumming, but they were helpless and had no choice.
As the two started to get close for the second time, Karl
and another brother pulled out the paddles and begin
paddling the two bound scum just hard enough to add some
pain to the pleasure.
In spite of (or because of?) the paddling the two youths
shot again in about twenty minutes. The muffled moans
from both showed that they were almost enjoying it,
almost.
The other scum were elated. Only one fourth of the time
had passed and they were already half way to their mark!
As they started in for the third time, it became clear
that the pleasure of being jacked off repeatedly was
turning into a torture much worse than the teasing of the
night before. The two bound boys were spent, but had no
way of stopping what was going on.
As soon as both youths were hard again, Karl and the
other brother added clothespins. Lots of clothespins.
Some on their tender nipples, others on various parts of
their ball sack. The paddling also continued as did the
J/O. Two bound writhing bodies discovering the paradox of
pleasure/pain.
After twenty minutes, the scum seemed no closer to
getting Kevin and Gary to cum and were starting to get a
little nervous. Both were hard, but their youthful bodies
didn't show signs of being "on the edge".
Finally one scum decided that what was need was some
better lubrication. It was as if Karl was just waiting
for that comment. He replied that he had just the
thing...Ben-Gay!
The scum started to argue, but one forbidding glance from
Karl convinced them that it was a bad idea. So
reluctantly, they applied Ben-Gay to their friends' cocks
and balls. Surprisingly, the burning seemed to help and
twenty minutes later both of the bound men came for the
third time that night.
Fifty minutes left. The scum started again, but with
little hope of succeeding within their time limit. Kevin
and Gary, shaved, bound and helpless, had their butts
being paddled, clothespins on their tits and scrotums and
the burning of Ben-Gay everywhere.
But Karl still wasn't finished. He tied a cord tightly
around Gary's balls and then across the room to Kevin's
balls. He tied it so that they had to force their hips as
far forward as they could to avoid shooting pains in
their balls...and when either of the two struggled, it
affected the other. Then he hung boots from the middle of
the line connecting the two helpless lads and started the
boots swinging.
But Gary and Kevin were both still hard, thanks to the
constant attention of the other scum who were really
beginning to worry by this point. They had only twenty
minutes left! And none of them were confident that Gary
or Kevin had another load left.
The situation seemed hopeless.
As Kevin and Gary struggled, the tether between their
balls became a center of attention. It was almost as if
they were both pulling on it on purpose! They both showed
signs of getting closer and closer to cumming. Ten
minutes left.
In desperation, one of the scum began playing with the
clothespins on Gary's nipples and it seemed to be
working. Gary got harder and writhed. So another began
working on Kevin's tits. Karl began to count down the
minutes. Three...
Another pair of boots was added to the line connecting
their balls. More tit work. Faster J/O. More Ben-Gay.
Paddling. Two minutes...
Someone started slapping Kevin's balls and it seemed to
help, so another started on Gary's. Heads wrapped
completely in duct tape. One minute... Hands massaging
muscles everywhere. Balls, weighted and slapped. Tits
worked.
Then, as the final seconds were ticking away. Gary became
rigid and let out a howl that could be heard clearly even
through the duct tape and shot the biggest load so far.
And Kevin was only seconds behind.
Success!
Karl reluctantly kept his end of the bargain and they
were allowed to untie the two spent youths and were
locked in the rec room to sleep for the night with the
five sleeping bags.
Only one more night to go.
Thursday during the day was much the same as Wednesday,
but the scum were dreading the night...wondering what was
in store for the "finale".
They were all headed into the rec room and told to strip
completely. As soon as that was done, the two shaved
scum, Kevin and Gary were ordered to step forward.
Karl smiled as he pulled two long thin leather straps out
of his back pocket.
Other brothers held Kevin and Gary as Karl started
wrapping their balls and dicks tightly in the leather. He
purposely started with their still soft dicks, telling
them that with this they would be very sorry if they got
hard. The tight leather would cause them great pain.
Then he started wrapping the thong around their ball
sacks forcing their balls further and further until they
seemed like they must burst.
Once that was done, he used the clothesline to lash their
hands behind their backs and forced them to their knees.
He tied their hands to their ankles and told them that
they would be allowed up as soon as every one of the
other scum had cum twice... as long as that happened
within two hours.
To prevent the other scum from doing anything to help
Kevin and Gary, their hands were lashed behind their
backs.
Two shaved kneeling swimmers. Eight naked bound jocks.
Two hours.
It became pretty obvious to Gary and Kevin that the only
way they were going to meet their goals was to suck on
the dicks of the other scum and so they started in right
away. Karl stopped it and said it wouldn't be challenging
enough that way and the eight bound scum were forced to
put condoms on to slow down the sensations.
To make matters worse, a video camera appeared and began
to record the whole thing.
Within minutes Gary found himself feeling the leather
biting into his dick as it tried to get hard. He had
never understood how sex could be used as such as
torture.
Kevin was a little luckier. He was feeling more
humiliated than sexually aroused. But Karl noticed and
left. A moment later he returned with two vibrating
didos. Both Kevin and Gary were impaled and the vibration
set on high...all while they continued to suck dick.
Now both discovered the distress of the cock cages that
Karl had fashioned out of leather.
The night began to loose its perspective for both Kevin
and Gary. All they could remember was that they had to
suck other men's dicks. And that they did.
One by one, the eight bound scum came for their first
time and lined up for seconds.
Somehow, in their fervor, Gary and Kevin managed to make
the last scum cum for the second time just minutes before
the two-hour deadline...
...And a tremendous cheer went up, as Kevin and Gary were
untied. The brothers appeared from nowhere and said that
they were now full members of the fraternity. A
celebration broke out! Kevin and Gary hugged each other.
Even Karl's demeanor changed completely. He acted as if
he was their long lost friend.
The president of the fraternity started to congratulate
Karl on the "hell" he had put the scum through and asked
him Karl to serve as Hell Master again next semester.
Karl shook his head and said that he couldn't. Then he
looked at Kevin and Gary for a moment and grinned. He
pointed at them and said, "They'll do a much better job
that I ever could, right Gary?"
Gary looked at Kevin and then back at Karl. "Yes, we'll
be next semester's Hell Masters... and we won't
disappoint you!"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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