Branden Lassiter was on top of the world. His six foot, one hundred and seventy-pound frame fairly floated down the street. Once again everything had turned out perfect!
“Yeah,” he shouted to no one.
He jammed a fist at the sky, and then tugged on the TKE baseball cap worn backward on his handsome head. Throughout his life, it had always seemed to Branden that just when things looked the blackest, the most hopeless, suddenly everything cleared up, and victory was assured. Just like that last big football game in high school when he had shown everyone why he was the best damn quarterback in scholastic football. Like getting the tuition to one of the finest universities in the country taken care of by his wealthy uncle providing that he join the TKE Fraternity, which was his uncle’s pride and joy. Oh boy, that had caused some night sweats since the TKEs were notoriously choosey. They eliminated two-thirds of the guys who applied and only accepted the cream of the crop for pledging, but word had arrived late last night that he had made the final cut. He was about to become a TKE pledge.
Branden did a little jump and landed lightly on his size twelve athletic shoes. Several girls walking by giggled and turned their heads to get a look at the cute jock’s ass. High and hard, the chicks loved his ass. And hey, that had worked out too. He had resolved to dump his girlfriend of two years, Julie, whom he really did love and wanted to marry someday, but had decided to cut loose because of a severe case of blue balls. I mean dating someone for two years without getting any more than a hand job — ridiculous, especially when you were as good-looking and popular as Branden — but he had obeyed Julie’s desire to wait for the heavy stuff. He followed his own somewhat conservative conscience instilled by his minister father until his big, low hanging bangers just couldn’t hold the sperm anymore. And just as he had planned to gently tell her that they perhaps should cool it for a while fuck it if the bitch doesn’t suck his dick! Shit, his first fucking blowjob at eighteen when most other guys had their pricks sucked at sixteen. But you see, if Branden just held in there until the end, things turned out all right.
All right! He walked up the cement steps to the porch of the old frat house. He carried a gym bag with a couple changes of underwear and socks. He had been informed he would be staying at the frat house for his pledging. He knew from rumors that the pledging to TKE was no picnic. Strong guys had been reduced to tears, dropping out, not just of the fraternity, but from the college. But that was in the past from the years of heavy, sadistic hazing. Now, pledging mostly consisted of wearing stupid costumes and collecting for the United Way door to door. In fact, hazing was outlawed by the university’s administration. Branden rang the doorbell and bounced on his large, well-formed feet. His legs felt springy, strong, and in good shape. He felt on top of the world. He was greeted warmly by two brothers who he had met at beer bashes. Two guys whose names he kept forgetting. Branden wasn’t into guy names, and he realized he would have to make a real effort to learn the names of all thirty frat members. In the parlor, he met the three other pledges. It was a shock. Only four of the twenty-two guys who had applied made the final cut.
One of the brothers explained that TKE was very selective and only wanted the best of the best. Then he smiled and scratched an armpit and said, “We only want guys who we think can meet the test.”
All four pledges laughed. All four still had slight hangovers from the previous night and weren’t quite with it yet. It was seven a.m. on a Monday morning. It was to be the first day of hell!
Branden shook hands with the other nervous pledges. There was Kyle Jones, a six foot two body builder type with short choppy hair and a cute crooked nose. He looked tough as hell. There was Tommy Luck, five foot seven, with a small compact swimmer’s body, dirty blond hair and bright blue inquisitive eyes. There was Jared Baio, medium build and height, not too muscular, curly black hair, pug nose, and a shit-eating grin. And there was Branden. Branden had choppy brown hair, a broad open Midwestern face, dark eyes with long lashes, a straight nose with nice wide nostrils, and a sensuously pouty, full-lipped mouth that the girls adored. All four guys wore their TKE baseball caps.
They stiffened as Jeff Black, the fraternity president, entered the room. Jeff was no slouch in the jock department himself. His muscular body rippled in the tight TKE tee shirt and gym shorts he wore. He was barefoot. He stood six foot two inches tall and had a mean motherfucker attitude about him. Campus rumors said he was too rough with the chicks when he fucked them, and his amorous affairs bordered on date rape. Jeff was a senior and had fucked over four hundred different twats. He was an animal. Jeff smiled a big toothy, crooked smile, half sneer. He shook their hands.
“Gentlemen, the day has finally arrived. You’re it! The Big Four. The finalists. But whether all four of you make it into the TKE or not remains to be seen. Do you boys have the balls?”
They had been well schooled at the parties on pledging protocol.
“Are you boys sure you have the balls?”
“Yes, sir!” they shouted.
“Well then, let’s see them!”
Just like that, it started. So simply. The descent into hell begins with one-step.
“Let’s see them.’’
That’s all. Nothing much. Still smiling. Only, just take your balls out of your pants in front of other guys so what? Done it dozens of times in the locker room and in the john. Reach down and unzip and take your balls out. Why did it feel so stupid and so strange? Why did a tingle run down Branden’s back? Why did he feel the first flush of humiliation?
The four pledges looked at each other, put on stupid boyish grins, laughed a little, and unzipped their jeans. They reached inside and took out their ballbags. Branden’s was huge with a smattering of brown hair with sweet, low-hanging nuts so that the egg-size balls hung well out of the front of his jeans. Kyle also had a beautiful full set, fatter than Branden’s. Tommy’s were smaller and more rounded in a tightly stretched nut sack. And Jared had the smallest balls, but still fleshy with black hair. Of course, their dicks had to be revealed as well. All four boys had flaccid pricks at this time, but it was clear to see all of them were very well hung. Maybe that was a TKE requirement. Jared and Kyle were uncut, and Kyle had a very long foreskin. There they stood in their baseball caps, giggling like a bunch of girls with their dicks hanging out.
“Well, I guess you do have the balls. The question is will you keep them? There is only one rule here at TKE House during your pledging period. You do everything you’re told to do without question and without pause. You do it at once. Do you understand?”
“It’s just that simple. For the next few weeks, you’re shit. We’re going to make men out of shit. We are going to build TKEs from piles of turds. It won’t be easy. All this university policy crap about no hazing is bullshit. How else can you judge a man? How else do you know if he’s got what it takes? How else can you have any fucking fun, man?
“Now, I want you boys to sign releases for legal purposes. These hold you and only you responsible for anything that might happen in the next few weeks. It releases the frat from any liability. But before you do sign, I want you to meet your mentors. These boys are going to be your safety net—your saviors—for the next few weeks. They’re going to help and support you. They’re going to make a man of you.
“We have a bonding ceremony while we sign the releases. I want you boys each to grab the dick of the pledge next to you and hold it while you sign the release.”
Jesus, touch another guy’s dick? Branden had heard that hazing got humiliating and kinky at times. He’d read about hazing accounts of paddling, puking, nudity. He expected something, but he didn’t know what. But he still felt really queer touching another guy’s dick. The four pledges laughed again like little boys, and look at each other self-consciously. What to do?
“Go ahead, don’t be shy, pledges. Grab whichever prick you want, whichever one appeals to you.”
“Can I grab my own, that appeals to me,” Jared joked.
“That’s because that’s all you’re used to; no cunt ever touches it,” Kyle barked with a deep jock voice, and all TKEs laughed.
“Afraid not; part of the bonding is to hold the dick of another pledge so go ahead.”
The guys hesitantly reached out a hand. Two guys reached for Branden’s cock. Both boys pulled back.
“I’m afraid you can’t both have Branden’s penis you have to learn to share your toys,” Jeff said.
The other frat brothers in the room laughed. Jared’s short but very thick, stubby cock felt really funny in Branden’s fingers. He hardly held it at all. Just barely by the fingertips like some guys do when they piss. Tommy who held Branden’s prick did the same, but the cold fingers of another guy on his dick made Branden break out in goosebumps. Okay, so he was touching another guy’s cock. It wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t the end of the world. Jesus, Julie had had his dick in her fucking mouth only last night, and she seemed fine after. Still, guys pissed out of their dicks and fucked with their dicks. It was odd. Holding on to each other’s cocks, the four pledges signed the release forms without reading them. They were so nervous that they never thought to read them.
“Good, now give a good dick yank to welcome each other to the TKE.”
The jocks laughed and playfully tugged with their fingertips at each other’s penises. Jared’s foreskin slid back and forth it, which felt totally freaky to Branden.
“Boys, boys, boys, don’t let me down so soon. You promised to obey all orders. Not to obey an order to the letter and instantly means severe punishment. You see the paddles in Brother Basten and Brother Han’s hands. You know what paddles are for, right? Now, I said to give your brother’s dick a yank not masturbate it. Now, I’ll give you pussies one more chance Yank the dick in your hand!”
The guys yanked. It hurt like hell. Branden let go of Jared’s short, thick-skinned cock and jumped back grabbing his own from the abusive tug Tommy had given it.
“Shit!” Kyle shouted hopping from one foot to the other holding his prick.
Only Jared didn’t squeal because Branden’s hand had slipped off.
“Good, much better except for Branden. You did a lousy tugging job. Apologize to Jared for not yanking his cock good enough.”
“I’m sorry, Jared, that I didn’t do a good job yanking your cock.”
It felt so stupid talking like that.
“Offer to yank his cock again.”
Jeff folded his massive arms across his pecs.
“Eh…would you like me to...ah...yank your cock again?”
How could healthy, straight college boys talk such nonsense?
“Ugh…that’s all right,” Jared said with a grin.
“No, it’s not all right. You have to help your brother pledge do things right. You have to help Branden learn about dick yanking. Branden, I want you to take Jared’s stubby little dick in your hand and yank that motherfucker.”
Branden reached out. Why the fuck was his hand shaking? Why was he sweating? He took the other eighteen-year-old freshman’s penis in his hand. Then he yanked hard. Jared yelped and jumped.
“Pledge Scum Branden, take Pledge Stubbydick’s worthless prick in your hand and do not let go this time. Yank it hard and do not let go.”
Okay, okay, it was a test. The TKEs were testing them. Branden knew that. Jared knew that. They were tough guys. They could stand a little roughhousing. Branden took the flaccid prick in his hand. Gripping it tightly and squeezing the dick flesh, he gave it a good hard yank. Jared squealed and tried to pull away, but Branden held on to the dick.
“Good. Now again harder! Again harder. Again harder, you pussy. You can yank harder than that. Yank that dick. Go on.”
Branden tugged and tugged at the prick. Jared’s face tightened with pain as Branden hurt the kid, but he never howled out his pain. That impressed Jeff.
“Okay, that’s enough. Good job, Jared, you’re a good man. You can be proud that you pleased me. Your job is to please any and all TKEs for the next few weeks. You will feel pride if you please us well. You also taught Branden how to yank a dick properly. Now, on to other things.”
Jeff walked up to Kyle. They were matches in the bulk department both of them being big, tough bruisers. Jeff reached out and closed one fist around Kyle’s hose of a dick. Kyle, baby, tell me, did you fuck pussy last night?”
Kyle closed his eyes as the obscenely intimate hand began to finger his prick.
“Yes, sir, I did.”
“Good boy, what’s the cunt’s name?”
The fingers were kneading his prick flesh.
“Cunt Donna, a girlfriend or just a sport fuck?”
“A girlfriend, sir, but nothing serious.”
“Did you wear a rubber?”
The fingers were stroking his dick now, and it was getting larger.
‘Oh, fuck. Oh, please don’t let me get a hardon in front of these guys,’ Kyle prayed.
“You wore a fucking dick sheath?”
Jeff let go, and the half-hard dick bobbed. All the guys saw it. Kyle felt bad like he had said the wrong thing to displease Jeff, but what?
Jeff now grabbed Tommy’s blond-haired dick.
“You fuck twat last night?”
Tommy smiled looking down at the hand on his dick.
“Girlfriend or sport fuck?”
“Sport fuck, sir. A bitch I picked up at the Tuxedo.”
“You wear a rubber?”
“Hell, no, she was on the pill.”
Jeff turned and suddenly began to yell very loudly.
”A TKE never fucks with a rubber. He wants to enjoy the full thrill of pussy skin against his prick. If the bitch wants to take precautions, that’s her business, but it’s not a TKE’s worry. TKEs are real men.”
Next, Jeff moved to Jared and grabbed his sore, red dick.
“You know, Jared, you do have a very stubby dick. No wonder Branden had such a hard time. Do you have a hard time keeping it in a girl’s twat?”
“No, sir, it gets bigger when I…when…you know.”
“It gets bigger when you fuck? Tell me little Jared, did you fuck some pussy night? Did you shove your stubby, little dick into some juicy twat?”
“No…no…I didn’t, sir.”
“You didn’t. A perfectly good Sunday evening and you didn’t fuck cunt? Are you a fag, Jared? Were you sucking dick or taking it up the ass?”
“No, sir, I went to a movie with some friends.”
“You sure you’re not a faggot, Jared? We can’t have faggots in the TKE. Not that we’re prejudiced or anything, but we can’t have some fucking queer salivating over our big, fat TKE dicks every time we shower or take a piss, now can we? You certain you’re not a faggot.”
“Yes, sir, I’m certain.”
“What’s your girlfriend’s name?”
“I haven’t got a girlfriend right now, sir.”
Jesus, Branden found himself wishing the small, dark-haired pledge would just lie to make it easy for himself. Jeff smirked and yanked on the boy’s dick hard.
“You haven’t got a private twat? I think you’re a fag. You better prove to us that you weren’t taking dick up your ass last night, Jared. Drop your jeans and show us your asshole.”
Jared was lithe, not well-muscled like Jeff. Not a match for him physically or emotionally. He blinked, sniffed, sniffed again, licked his lips, and stared at the floor while he shuffled his feet, as he shook his head as if he was clearing his ears of water after a swim. Jared then reached down with a self-conscious shrug and unbuckled his belt. The already silent room grew heavy with stillness No one moved except the eighteen-year-old boy lowering his jeans and boxer shorts. Jared stood there pants and shorts puddled around his feet. His cute face blushed red as his eyes focused on the far wall. All the boys could see his smooth, tight, young ass with just a few black hairs here and there in the fine, deep ass crack. You could hear Jared’s labored breathing.
“Lift your tee shirt, Jared. We can’t see your ass to see if you were fucked last night. Now, Jared, we’re doing this for your own good. We want you as a TKE, but we have to make sure. There is a lot of faggot fucking going on around campus this semester. Shit, a queer tried to pick me up last week at a movie theatre in the men’s room. He kept staring at my dick while I pissed, so I stepped back and said ‘This what you want, faggot?’ So the rest of the guys in the john could hear, and I pissed all over the guy. He turned bright red and ran out. Didn’t even put his own dick away.”
All the guys except Jared, who was standing bare-assed, laughed.
“Come on, Jared, help us out here. We can’t tell if you’ve been ass fucked that way. Bend over and spread your ass cheeks for us.”
Poor, humiliated Jared had no choice. Not on his first day of pledging. Well, never actually. He was not a boy to give in easily. None of them was. That’s why they had been selected. With his tee shirt tucked up, so that his smooth, flat tummy showed, he bent over, reached back and spread his tight, soft-skinned ass cheeks to reveal the pink/brown ass pucker.
“Thank you, Jared. A little wider, please. Now, Tommy, will you please examine Pledge Stubbydick’s asshole and tell me whether you think he was porked or not last night?”
With a shake of his blond head and a laugh, Tommy walked behind Jared and looked at the boy’s eighteen-year-old asshole.
“Looks like an ordinary asshole to me,” Tommy said.
“You ever see a recently fucked asshole?” Jeff asked.
“No, sir, can’t say as I have.”
“Well then, you better have a closer look. Look for inflamed red or raw ass lips. Look for inner ass lining stretched out. Look for traces of dried semen in the asshole hairs. Gotta look close for that. Here take this magnifying glass and really check that asshole out.”
Now, both freshmen boys were red with humiliation. Tommy tried to stay well away from the spread ass, but Jeff kept urging him closer.
“Tommy, just poke at that asshole with a finger and see if the ass pucker seems rubbery and elastic.”
Tommy made a horrible face.
“Do I gotta, sir?”
“Yes, you gotta, and you get ten swats with the paddle tonight for questioning an order.”
For the first time in his life, the young, compact swimmer touched the asshole of another person. He had never even touched a girl’s asshole. He knew lots of guys fucked girl ass, but it turned him off. Now, he poked and prodded at Jared’s pink ass pucker.
“It really seems fine to me, sir.”
“I told you I’m not queer,” Jared protested.
“Now, now, don’t get petulant, Jared. We mean you no harm. The TKEs just gotta protect themselves you know, so you be a good boy and bear with us.”
Jeff walked around to Jared’s head. He put his large hands on the back of the kid’s head. He stepped in until the crotch of his gym shorts was less than a half an inch from Jared’s nose.
“Take a look at his asshole, Branden. See what you think.”
Tommy was only too glad to relinquish the magnifying glass. Branden bent down to examine another boy’s rectum hole for the first time in his young life. While Branden inspected asshole, Jeff moved in until the crotch of his gym shorts was touching Jared’s face. Jared tried to turn his face to one side, but Jeff held his head still. Now, he gently began to rub his cloth-covered prick against Jared’s eighteen-year-old face.
“Easy boy, easy, we’re just trying to help you out.”
Jeff soothed as Jared tried to pull his face away and couldn’t.
“Sometimes a guy is a closet fag and doesn’t even know it. Gotta make sure. Smell my dick, Jared, smell it real good. Does that do anything for you? Does that turn you on at all? Bend down Kyle and see if his dick looks any bigger like he’s throwing wood.”
Jeff rubbed the front of his not too clean, sweaty gym shorts all over the poor boy’s face and Jared could feel the thick tube of the senior’s prick through the material. It was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to him.
“His cock looks pretty shriveled to me,” exclaimed Kyle and he laughed.
“Okay, fellas, I guess Jared here is hetero. Maybe he’s just pussy shy. We’ll have to take care of that.”
Jeff stepped back. Jared stood and wiped his face with the back of his arm and then reached down to pull up his boxers and jeans.
“Did I tell you to pull up your pants?” Jeff barked.
The poor, frightened pledge stood there pants half up. He let them go and stood naked with his hands cupped over his genitals protecting himself. Jeff moved to Branden with a big smile on his face. It looked to Branden like the senior was half-hard in his gym shorts where his long thick tube pushed over to the right.
“Well, Mr. Lassiter, did you fuck any pussy last night?”
“I got a blowjob, sir, from my girlfriend.”
“Did she swallow?”
“No, sir, she spit it out.”
“Stupid bitch. Gotta teach the cunt to swallow, Lassiter. Tell her that sperm is good for her. It will make her tits bigger. All right pledges, I asked you if you had steady girls because you will have to call them and tell them you won’t be seeing them regularly for a while since your duties here will keep you pretty busy. We’ll arrange for some social time for you, but for the next few weeks, your main focus is our pleasure.
“Now, I know you boys have classes so we won’t stretch this out too long, just some basic rules and assignments for you. You remove your shoes and socks at the door of the house. You’re barefoot in the house at all times. You remove your shirts and pants at the door of the house. You wear only your underwear in the house. Do you understand? Only your underpants. Each of you will have the word PLEDGE written across your naked chest in ink that won’t easily wash off. If the lettering does fade, you will ask one of the brothers to darken it for you. Tonight at five o’clock, before dinner, you will present to me a complete diary of all your fucking experiences. I want names, places, times, how many times you fucked, positions, any foreplay, and any kinky stuff. I want a detailed list of every sexual experience you’ve had and don’t try to lie, because we may hook you up to a lie detector and question you. If you’re caught breaking the rules or lying to us, you will be severely punished — perhaps even dropped from the fraternity. We don’t shit around. We are the best. Now, let’s all have a little drink before going to our morning classes.”
Branden had never drunk in the morning. They made him lift a bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips and swallow until they told him to stop. He wanted to puke. To have this drink, they all walked into the dining room, including Jared with his pants still around his ankles. Frat brothers were coming downstairs in underpants or jeans scratching armpits or balls. They looked at the new pledges and laughed. Branden was drunk. He was drunk at seven thirty in the morning. This was some crazy shit. He asked Jeff if he could pee.
“Oh, that reminds me. Let’s all go downstairs in the basement for just a minute.”
Jeff led them into the dank, bare, dark cellar. In the middle of the room was a single bed very small with a thin dirty mattress.
“This is where you pledges will sleep. This is your room. This is your bed. It’s small, I know, but nice and cozy.”
The four pledges couldn’t believe what they heard. The fucking bed was for a kid. It was too small for even one guy.
“And this is your toilet, so you don’t have to traipse upstairs all the time.”
Jeff pointed to two buckets — old-fashioned metal buckets.
“This one is for pissing, and this one is for shitting. You’ll use them and only them. You will not use another toilet on campus, you will not use another toilet in the city, you will shit and piss only in these two buckets.”
Was he nuts? Did he really expect a grown college freshman to piss and shit in fucking metal pails? That was sick! Branden had trouble even taking a piss in a public restroom much less squatting over a pail. It was a joke just to scare the boys. Jeff wasn’t serious. Just like he couldn’t really be serious about the single bed. In his alcohol-induced haze, Branden was certain Jeff was only kidding. He had to be!
It was with some trepidation that Branden faced the fraternity house that evening. He felt a kind of sickness deep in the pit of his stomach accompanied by butterflies. He told himself this is exactly what the frat brothers wanted. They wanted him to be afraid that was the fun; that was the idea. He told himself it was only a game and would soon be over. Nevertheless, the eighteen-year-old jock felt more than apprehension after what had happened in the afternoon.
It wasn’t until the second hour that Branden realized he had to piss badly. The booze for breakfast hadn’t helped. He’d kept his mind steady by thinking about the wonderful blowjob Julie had given him the night before. It made him feel more secure after the embarrassing dick yanking morning exercises he’d had to endure. He sincerely hoped that had been the extent of the sexual type humiliation, but a part of him knew he was only fooling himself. They were going to be rough on him. The TKEs were known for that. In between classes, he’d worked on his fuck diary — not much there since he was still a fucking virgin. He detailed the pussy fingering and tit sucking as graphically as he could with hopes that he would impress the guys, but he knew he would face ridicule for his lack of actual sex. Shit, why did he have to be a preacher’s son with high conservative morals anyway? Sometimes, he envied the way guys like Jeff Black and Kyle could fuck any female thing that moved.
By the fourth period, he had to piss so badly he couldn’t stand it, so he cut his class and made his way back across campus to the frat house. He truly feared he wouldn’t make it. He opened the door and rushed toward the basement stairs remembering that he had to piss in the pail in the basement. A deep masculine voice bellowed.
“What the fuck are you doing, pledge?”
Branden turned to find Dino Tortelli shaking his head. Dino was a six foot four, brick shithouse jock with dark curly Italian hair and a shit-eating grin. The cunts loved him, and the guys feared him, which was how he preferred it.
“I gotta piss really badly, sir. I can’t hold it much longer.”
“Didn’t Mr. Black give you instructions this morning about proper frat house dress?”
The Italian jock was dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt.
“Oh, shit, I had to go so bad I forgot.”
Branden cursed himself. He knew that meant demerits and ass swats with the frat paddle.
“Well, asswipe, let’s return to the porch and adjust our attire, shall we?”
Branden moved to the front hall and began to strip off his tee shirt quickly.
“I said the porch, dickhead! You undress on the porch!”
“But, sir, all the students passing will see me in just my underpants.”
Dino gave a sympathetic smile and nodded. He held the door for Branden to pass. Outside, Branden saw a pile of clothes and shoes.
“You see, Tommy obeyed the correct procedure and avoided demerits. I’m afraid I have to report you for five ass swats.”
Branden stripped down to his blue boxer shorts. Some passing girls laughed and pointed at the eighteen-year-old standing on the porch in only his underwear.
“Hey, Dino,” one of the bitches yelled, “can we see the pledge’s ass?”
“Show the girls your ass, pledge. Lower your shorts.”
Branden looked at Dino pleadingly. He stood there frozen on the porch.
“Five swats for not moving fast enough.”
Branden gulped and slid the rear of his boxers beneath his ass cheeks Branden did have a beautiful ass, smooth and hairless with high, tight globes with a deep crack. The girls hooted and applauded.
“He hasn’t got any red paddle marks yet. You boys are getting soft on the pledges,” one twat shouted.
More kids were looking at Branden’s ass now. Dino laughed.
“Wait a few days. That ass will be swollen with welts.”
“Sir, I really gotta piss badly.”
Branden was afraid he would let go right there on the porch.
“Well, get your ass inside then,” Dino said as he slapped the pledge on his naked ass cheek.
Branden tugged up his shorts and ran inside walking with his knees bent together he had to go so badly. In the hall, he noticed Tommy on his hands and knees naked except for red CK briefs. Jesus, the blond swimmer, looked about fifteen even though he was a college freshman. It was his small tight body. Tommy was on his hands and knees scrubbing the wooden floor of the dining room with a toothbrush. The remarkable thing was that Tommy’s red underpants were pulled down around his ass, so his young, smooth ass was exposed.
“Easier to swat me as they pass by.”
Tommy smiled but there was pain in his face, and his eyes were red like he had been crying. Branden hurried past the dining room and ran down into the basement. He almost galloped over to the pail. Dino was right behind him followed by another frat brother Branden didn’t know. This kid had longish brown hair and wore dark-rimmed glasses looking like Clark Kent. Branden looked at the two frat brothers looking at him. He turned his back on them and took his dick out of his underpants.
“Just a minute,” the boy with glasses said, “don’t you know proper piss procedure?
Branden held his gut with one large hand. He really felt sick.
“Please, I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Then follow procedure. Drop your shorts.”
Branden didn’t care anymore. He thought only of pissing. He tore down his boxers and stepped out of them. The two frat brothers smiled at his big swinging dick. Everybody knows that guys, even straight guys, size up each other’s peckers all the time.
“Now, pledge, kneel at the side of the bucket and drape your prick over the rim of the bucket without touching your dick. We can’t have you playing with yourself. Go on now.”
Branden knelt bare-assed at the bucket and flopped his dick and balls over the side so the two boys could see his dick and balls clearly.
“Now, hands behind your back. Good. Now, go ahead and piss!”
Branden was one of those guys who has trouble pissing in front of other guys, and now two frat brothers were staring right at his dick.
“Can you guys look away, please?” He begged while the pressure in his gut killing him.
“No!” Clark Kent said smiling. “Now, do you have to piss or don’t you? We haven’t got all day.”
Branden’s face turned very red as he squeezed and heard a spray of piss hit the side of the bucket, and then a solid heavy stream of strong yellow pee hosed from his pisshole. Oh fuck, it felt good, so good. So what if guys were watching? Pissing was a natural thing, right? So it was embarrassing. He could stand this. Was this as bad as hazing got? So he was bare-ass naked pissing in front of two guys. Lots of guys at the health club and gym stood around bare-assed after showers talking and pissing. Although, everybody called them queer. Branden felt his egg-sized nuts lift in the soft sack of his scrotum. Shit, it felt good, and then suddenly he farted! Oh Jeez, he felt stupid. The frat brothers roared with laughter and pretended to wave away the stink. Branden wanted to cry. Wanted to hide in the closet like he did when he was a little boy. This was really horribly degrading. He felt another fart coming and held it back as the piss flow subsided, but then in the process of standing up, the second fart cut loose louder and longer than the first.
“I’m sorry,” he said hanging his head noticing a drop of piss clinging to the head of his dick. He wanted to dress and get out of there.
“It sounds to me, Branden, sounds to me like you need to take a dump too. Might as well get it over with.”
‘Oh, god, no. Please, not that,’ Branden said in his own mind.
“Twatface get your cunt ass down here,” Dino yelled, and a few seconds later, Tommy ran down the stairs with the rear of his briefs still below his ass cheeks.
”Twatface, Branden here has to take a shit, and we thought we might as well show both of you the proper procedure at once save time, okay, Branden?”
“Eh…no…I really don’t have to go now. I’d better get back to—”
“You’re not leaving this basement until you take a dump. Now, go over to the shit bucket, and we will show you what to do.”
Head hanging, throat dry, breathing heavy, Branden stumbled on big, naked feet over to the shit bucket. He stood there looking down at the clean, new silver pail.
“Put a foot on each side of the pail. Now, hunker down into a half squat, not a full squat. Do not touch the pail with any part of your body. Now, reach back and spread your ass cheeks as wide as you can. If you don’t spread wide enough, you get demerits.”
“Guys, isn’t this going a bit far?” Branden asked feeling totally humiliated.
“Two demerits for resisting an order. If you think this is too far, wait until tonight, pussy. We’re just getting started. Okay, baby, you can shit now.”
Branden squatted there ass sticking out holding his ass cheeks wide apart so the guys could see his pink, puckered asshole, and then he farted as he squeezed. The guys laughed, even Tommy. Branden closed his eyes but was instructed to open them again. Clark Kent moved around in front of Branden to watch his face. He looked down at the boy’s swinging dick and nuts.
“Fuck me, the pledge has huge horse nuts and a killer prick, doesn’t he?”
“This crop of pledges all got big dicks, even little Tommy here.”
Dino put Tommy in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles over his blond head. Tommy tried to laugh off the pain when Dino released him.
“Show Stan your dick, Tommy.”
Stan, so that was Clark Kent’s real name, Stan. Tommy blushed and slid his red briefs down to his knees revealing his nice, pink, cut prick with a large head.
“Only one pledge, whatsisfuck Jared or jarass or something has a stumpy prick but thick man. Thick as a coke can. TKEs gotta have big dicks man. TKEs are proud to plow twat. All those hungry sluts on campus know that when they need a huge cock, they come to the TKE.
“Are you gonna shit or not, loser,” Stan said squatting down so he could see Branden’s asshole better.
“I think not, sir.” Branden, red-faced, grunted.
“Well, I think yes, cuntbrain. You got two minutes to drop a turd, or we give you an enema.”
Two more brothers had joined the basement group. Now, four guys plus Tommy were standing around watching Branden trying to shit. Branden chewed his lower lip. He really felt like crying. He squeezed and let out a loose wet fart. The guys applauded and then made Tommy fan the stink away with an old newspaper. Branden gritted his teeth and pushed. The tip of a large dark shit log appeared at his ass lips.
“Here it comes, fellas,” Stan said.
The other frat brothers all moved in to get a close look. Branden wanted to die. They were watching him take a shit. Inch after inch of the big thick turd squeezed its way out of the eighteen-year-old boy’s asshole. Branden felt weak in the legs as if he was going to faint. The shit log broke off and fell into the pail with a splat. Then the rest of the turd fell out of his ass in small chunks, then a fart, then more turd. Branden wanted to scream as the boys howled with laughter. If he’d had a choice, he might have quit right then before the really rough sexual stuff actually started, but he didn’t. His uncle’s tuition money was contingent on him being a TKE.
“Keep those ass cheeks spread wide. Come on do another one for us.”
Like a trained circus animal Branden did another one for them. He shit for them. Stan walked up to him and held his head. He wiped the sweat from Branden’s brow.
“Good, boy, good, boy, you’re doing a really good job. Come on, give us some more; one more really big one.”
For some reason, he didn’t know why Branden started to cry. Broken already, so early? Stan held Brandon’s head and comforted him while the eighteen-year-old college freshman cried and shit. Stan lifted Branden’s face by the chin.
“All finished? Branden finished taking a shit?”
“Yes, sir,” Branden whispered exhausted from the trauma.
“Yes, sir, what?”
“Yes, sir, I’m finished taking a shit.”
“I’m finished taking a shit,” Branden said so all could hear.
“I’M FINISHED TAKING A SHIT,” Branden screamed.
“Always yell so your pledge brothers know and so one of them can come wipe you.”
“What…huh?” Branden said not sure he heard correctly.
“As part of the bonding process, you’re not allowed to wipe your own ass when you shit. A fellow pledge must help you out. It teaches interdependence.”
“You gotta be kidding,” Branden said.
“Ten demerits,” Stan said still smiling. “Tommy get your worthless pledge ass over here.”
With his underpants still around his knees, the small blond swimmer hobbled over to the shit bucket. He had grown very pale, and his lower lip was quivering.
“Tommy, help your pledge brother out. Take some toilet paper and wipe his ass for him.”
Branden squatted holding his ass cheeks apart praying, “Please God, let this be over.”
Tommy reached for a wad of toilet paper.
“Waste not, want not, Thomas. Use only two squares.”
Tommy took two thin squares of tissue and tried to decide how best to fold them to get maximum use. He brought the paper to Branden’s asshole and saw the brown shit clinging to the ass pucker. Tommy closed his eyes.
“I don’t think I can do this, sir. I’m going to puke.”
Dino stepped forward.
“You will do this Tommy. Remember our little talk this morning. You will help your pledge brother out, and if you vomit, you will lick up the puke!”
Branden squeezed his eyes shut. This couldn’t be happening. This was going way too far. He would report them to Jeff, the fraternity president.
With a shaking hand, Tommy brought the tissue to Branden’s asshole. The tissue clogged with shit as he wiped. Tommy moaned and tried to use a different corner of the tissue square. Now, a bit of shit got on his finger. He acted as if he’d been stung by a bee. His breathing was heavy and irregular.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” he said over and over.
He looked around for someplace to drop the tissue and at last just let it fall into the pail. The asshole was still shitty.
“I…I…ne…need…mo…more paper,” he said sounding like a very little boy.
“No. You’ll just have to use your fingers.”
‘No, please. I can’t,” Tommy whined as tears welled up in his eyes.
“Of course, you can. Come on, just relax.”
Dino began to massage Tommy’s shoulders, and then his big hands drifted down the boy’s pecs to his pouty nipples He began to twist and tug gently at the boy’s nipples.
”You can do it. Show us you’re not a pussy. Show us you’re a man, a TKE.”
Dino started to milk the titties using the nipples like little udders, tugging and squeezing rhythmically on the titty buds. Stan stepped in and began to run one finger up and down Tommy’s naked ass crack.
“Do it, Tommy Wipe the pledge’s ass clean with your fingers.”
As if hypnotized, the eighteen-year-old blond dug his fingers into Branden’s asshole and scooped out shit. Tommy looked at it and looked sick. He turned his head to Dino who was behind him and still milking his nipples.
“Oh, God, what do I do with it?”
Tommy looked at his shitty fingers as if they were an alien entity.
“Wipe them in your hair,” Dino whispered.
Starting deep in the pit of his stomach, a rumble and a groan emanated from Tommy. He tasted puke in his mouth and swallowed it again. He put the shitty fingers up to his own head and wiped them into his blond hair.
“Clean his ass,” Dino whispered while working Tommy’s tits.
Stan slid his finger a little deeper into the boy’s ass crack gently rubbing the ass ring. Tommy stuck his fingers into Branden’s asshole again and then wiped the mess in his own hair He was crying full out now. The guys loved it. They were having a blast. Again and again, Tommy stuck his fingers in Branden’s ass until his ass was clean and Tommy’s hair was a shit-clogged, stinking mess. Every few seconds Tommy would gag.
“Now, show us how nice and clean the asshole is, Tommy. Kiss it for us.”
Tommy stood up. The shit in his hair making his cute face look stupid.
“I’m not queer. I can’t kiss a guy’s asshole.”
“He’s not any brother. He’s a pledge brother. You will show your loyalty by kissing his asshole. Just a little peck, that’s all.”
“I don’t want him to,” Branden said bent over with his cheeks spread.
“Shut your mouth. I don’t give a fuck what you want, pledge. This is between Tommy and me. I’m Tommy’s Pledge Master, and we have to start things off on the right foot.”
Dino was painfully pulling the boy’s nipples way out and then letting them snap back to the chest. Once again sobbing, Tommy, holding his breath, leaned in and planted a kiss on the pink pucker of Branden’s asshole.
“See, that wasn’t so bad. To reward you for your good work, we are eliminating both of your demerits, so you start with a clean slate. Use the hose in the corner to shower.”
Dino turned and followed by the others went up the stairs. Branden turned and looked at Tommy. The boy had shit streaks down his forehead and clogs and clumps of shit in his soft blond hair. Snot was running from his nose, and his cute face looked worn and beaten.
“I don’t know, Branden. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it. I mean I wanna be a TKE and all really bad, but I just honest to God don’t know if I’m gonna make it.”
“Let’s shower. Of course, you’ll make it. It can’t get any worse than this.”
Upstairs in his room, TKE President Jeff Black spoke with his uncle on the phone.
“Yes, I understand, Uncle. All the guys understand.”
The voice on the other end was smooth and sophisticated.
“This is to be the most degrading, disgusting initiation any fraternity ever conducted. I want those boys broken turned into cock hungry faggots. I want them to become mindless fuck toys. I don’t care if they drop out of school. I don’t care if they drop dead as long as their hazing is the sickest, most degenerate experience ever captured on video. You understand my work and my kind, Jeff, but your fellow TKE doesn’t. They’re just ordinary guys out for a good time. It’s up to you to corrupt their minds, so they go along with whatever perversions you force those pledges into.”
“Don’t worry, Uncle. This is a real rough bunch of guys. They’re already getting creative on their own. Once they realize there are no limits on their sexual sadism, all fucking hell will break loose around here. I’ve got my eye on a cute teenage hunk called Branden. I’m going enjoy turning him into a cunt.”
“Move slowly. Make the horror last. Prolong the torture, the degradation, and make sure to get it all on videotape.”
His dick! Somehow young Branden was very aware of his dick as he stood on the porch of the fraternity house and removed his clothes. He had to wait until two priests and an old woman walked by. Was that why he was aware of his dick or was it what awaited him inside the house? He’d spent most of the afternoon wrestling with the shit bucket incident. He tried to tell himself hazing was a lot like boot camp and he was being inducted. He tried to tell himself it was all in good fun and he should loosen up, but the complete humiliation of what had happened colored his emotions. Still, Branden was a smart boy, and he knew humiliation was part of the hazing game as it had always been. It was something he’d just have to outgrow and put up with to get past it.
He’d seen Julie briefly after his last class. They held hands in the student union and kissed a few times. Branden thanked her again for the blowjob the previous evening, and she promised more if he was a good boy. Then he told her he’d probably not be able to see her as much in the next few weeks because of the fraternity initiation.
“If you’d rather hang with a bunch of crude jocks than me, that’s fine,” she’d pouted only half teasing.
He explained he needed to be a TKE if he wanted to stay in school, and that he would see her as often as he could. Then he reluctantly made his way back to the house.
“Something stinks in here.” One of the frat brothers remarked to another as Branden, clad only in his now sweaty boxer shorts, entered the front hall.
“It must be a pledge,” the two jocks laughed at their own stupid joke and turned to Branden.
They were both well-muscled athletes as were most of the guys who were TKEs.
“Go downstairs to your room and work on your homework or your diary until six o’clock. Then you will serve supper to the Big Six, and then eat yourselves.”
Branden could tell from the smell that the other two pledges had been forced to use the shit bucket as well. Jared and Kyle were working on school stuff dressed in their underwear. Branden said ‘hello.’ They seemed unusually subdued, and Branden guessed it was the result of some afternoon hazing games.
“His Pledge Master, Dino, took him upstairs for some private tutoring.”
Kyle tried to laugh, but his voice sounded thin and worried.
“This hazing shit is starting out pretty heavy. I mean this is the first fucking day. If this is just the preliminaries where will it end?”
Branden shook his head.
“You got it wrong. They start out strong to scare us. It’s got to ease up. Nobody can expect us to live down here in this dump and shit and piss in pails for weeks on end. This is all just a lot of macho bullshit. We just got to be cool and take it easy. So we’re embarrassed for a few days. So we have to do a few things that are really kinky. Fuck it. These are the very memories that in later years will bond us with our TKE brothers. That’s how I figure it anyway.”
Poor Tommy should have heard that little buck me up lecture as it might have helped him. He was really scared. His mentor and Pledge Master, the big, handsome, dark-haired jock seemed to have a sadistic streak along with his studious looking buddy Stan. Tommy wasn’t the usual TKE material to begin with. Had they really wanted the small compact blond swimmer, or was he just a toy for them to play with?
Tommy was naked in Dino’s room. He stood on two chairs with a foot on each chair. The chairs were about two and a half feet apart forcing him to crouch a bit and spread his legs to keep his stance. That was bad enough, but he to stand there bare-ass naked with his dick and balls hanging there and his ass sticking out. Tommy hated any kind of public nudity. He even hated undressing in the locker room. He didn’t know why. He hated the small speedos he had to wear on the swim team as he always felt everyone was staring at his sizable prick and balls. Some guys got off on this. Tommy didn’t.
“You see, Tommy, my boy, we have to be hard on you to help you. You understand that?” Dino said while seated on a desk chair in front of the boy looking right at the kid's blond-haired prick and nuts. “We want you in the TKE, but you’re pretty much of a pussy, and we have to toughen you up. How badly do you want to be a TKE, Tommy?”
“I want to be a TKE more than anything in the whole world!” Tommy shouted
Tommy was not sure how long he could keep his balance on the two chairs. In the corner on a bed, Stan stretched out. He chuckled. It had taken twenty minutes of ass paddling to get Tommy to shout out his answers properly. The kid's tiny bubble butt was dark red with black patches on it. He had cried like a baby. Tommy had no idea how much getting paddled would hurt. He’d read about it and even seen it in some movies but the real thing, Holy Mother of God, hurt. Tommy’s confidence in his own ability to make it through the hazing was once again threatened.
“Tommy, do you want to be a TKE badly enough to take a little pain?”
His voice was quivering with strain and fear. He wasn’t sure he could take another ass paddling.
“Good. I’m glad. Well then, let’s begin, shall we, Tommy?”
With that Dino brought the wooden ruler up between Tommy’s spread legs and slapped him hard in the scrotum. Tommy almost blacked out as pain shot from his nuts up through his body followed by dizziness. He tumbled from the chairs onto the floor of the frat brother’s room where he lay rolled up in a tiny ball holding his nuts and crying. Several times he choked back puke. The pain was worse than anything he could remember, much worse than when he’d gotten hit in the nuts by a baseball as a kid. It was simply unbearable. The two jocks roared with laughter at Tommy’s antics. They imitated his moans and groans, his wheezes and coughs. At last, after about two minutes, the pain was controllable but certainly not gone.
“Tommy, the idea is for you to not fall off the chairs. So, shall we try it again?”
Tommy, his blond hair a mess, looked up at the burly jock. Tommy’s face was slick with sweat and spittle ran from the corner of his mouth.
“Please, not again. I don’t think I can take it.”
Stan sat up on the bed.
“Five swats for giving a wrong answer. The correct answer is, ‘Yes, sir, please whack my worthless nuts again.’ ”
Tommy’s fuck eggs just throbbed. Christ, why were they so cruel to him? Why didn’t they pick on the other guys? And why the fuck did it all have a sick sexual feeling about it. Like the eighth-grade locker shenanigans of Milton Hinkey who everybody knew was a pervert and who loved to snap towels at guy’s nuts and grab guys by the bare ass and balls. Milton Hinkey was kids’ stuff, but Tommy Luck was now a grown-up eighteen. He didn’t like guys fooling with his privates. He hated it.
“Get up on the chair, Tommy, and let’s try to do this right. You keep your balance and take it like a man.”
Dino lounged back in his own chair with his legs spread showing off his big dick lump sticking up from his gym shorts. Most of the guys walked around the house in gym shorts or sweats and tee shirts. Tommy, on weak, shaky legs, slowly crawled up onto the chairs. He almost fell but got his balance. His nuts, red and slightly swollen from the terrible whack, were swinging between his legs. Maybe, if he joked to show he was tough, they would go easy on him.
“Hey,” he laughed trying to sound casual, “I hope you guys don’t intend to ruin my fucking career.”
His balls felt like they already had.
“Don’t worry,” Stan yelled from the bed where he was rubbing his crotch and looking at Tommy’s ass. “If Dino, here, destroys your balls and you can’t fuck, you can always learn to enjoy taking dick up your ass!”
A shudder went through Tommy’s naked body as he closed his eyes and waited for the next nut whack. He vowed this time he wouldn’t fall off the chair. The two jocks didn’t really care either way they had a couple of hours to kill.
At six o’clock, the four pledges dressed in pink, frilly aprons over their underpants, served dinner to the Big Six, the six heads of the fraternity, who lived up on the third floor. Branden’s Pledge Master, Jeff Black, was one of these. Branden didn’t know how he felt about having the president of the fraternity serving as his Pledge Master, honored, frightened, a little of both, I guess. So far, Jeff hadn’t had any time for Branden, and so that was a good thing. Wearing a girl’s apron and being called things like Twatlips and Stupidcunt was actually a relaxing, fun experience and the pledges lost a bit of their anxiety.
After supper, it was time for the pledges to eat. In the basement, they saw eight doggie dishes, two for each boy. One dish was filled with food. The steak, potatoes, and veggies were all mixed together, and it smelled divine. The other dish was filled with beer. The pledges were instructed to crawl over and eat without using their hands. Stupid, embarrassing, and messy as this was, it was to be expected. Frat pledges had always eaten meals from doggie dishes since I don’t know when.
After dinner, the pledges had to hand in the diaries of their sexual experiences. Some of the frat members relaxed with beer and music to read them. They read portions out loud to each other and had some good laughs. In the basement, the pledges had another chore one even more embarrassing.
“We have to have accurate health records for our members for insurance purposes, and part of that is your measurements. So would you all please take your file and help each other fill in the forms. There is a scale over there. We need height, weight, etc.
“To help with pledge bonding let’s play a little game; no pledge is to take his own measurements. You have to team up and measure each other. For example, Tommy here, who looks a little tired and peaked, rough day, Tommy? Tommy might want to measure Kyle and Jared might want to help Branden get his height and weight, and write it down in his file, okay? You’ve got one hour. Oh, and if any measurements are off from ours, you get swats. Ask Tommy how swats feel.”
The boys thought nothing of it until they got down to work and actually read the files. Then they stood there clad in their sweaty underpants with their mouths hanging open.
“They gotta be kidding?” Kyle said.
He was the largest and best muscled of the boys. A football jock who wasn’t used to taking shit from anybody.
“Did you guys see this?” He began to read, “height, weight, waist, hips, chest, neck, back of neck to tailbone, inseam. What the fuck are we getting measured for tuxedos or fucking what? Now get this, width and height of each nipple.”
Branden picked up the reading out loud.
“Length of tongue from upper lip when fully extended, length of each armpit hair, average length of pubic hair. That’s sick. Whoa look at this, length of penis flaccid. Oh shit, thickness of penis at head, thickness around penis at root, flaccid.”
Tommy couldn’t even swallow his mouth became so dry.
“We gotta measure each other? Length of ball bag relaxed from groin, circumference of each nut. These guys are fucking sick. Length of piss hole!”
Tommy threw his file on the floor and walked into a darkened corner of the basement.
Jared continued shaking his handsome dark-haired head.
“Distance from rear of scrotum to asshole, length of ass crack from top to bottom, length and width of asshole pucker. We can’t do this, guys. This is nuts.”
Jared shook his head.
Kyle went on, “Length and circumference of the penis with an erection. God damned fuckers! I knew they’d do something like this.”
“Hey guys, if we can just get through tonight, it’s bound to get easier,” Branden said. “I know it’s freaky. So we take the fucking measurements. So we touch each other’s dicks. We’re all straight, so how can it hurt us? Big fucking deal — we got to show the motherfuckers that they can’t scare us.”
Jared laughed a tense, tight laugh.
“Branden’s right guys, and I, for one, can’t wait to measure his dick. So, let’s get going, shall we? Where are the tape measures?”
The boys didn’t take off their underpants until the last minute. They measured everything else first. Then they self-consciously turned away to slip down their shorts, their naked, big pricks swinging as they walked over to sit down in pairs to take the personal stats. Jared lifted and handled Branden’s cock. Jared laughed as Branden’s prick started to grow.
“Hey, buddy, don’t throw a boner yet. I got to get it soft first.”
“I can’t help it. Anybody touches my dick it gets a hardon. It’s not my fault.”
Branden sat there stupidly with his big strong teenage legs spread wide while Jared knelt between them and measured his dick and balls. They heard Kyle snap at Tommy.
“Well, you’re going to have to touch the fucking thing. You can’t fucking measure it without holding it.”
As they got on with their humiliating tasks, the tension relaxed, and soon they were even able to make jokes.
“Oh, this is better than cunt any day. I’m hooked,” Kyle said while feeling Tommy’s balls as the poor boy winced from the pain. “Jesus, kid, what happened to your balls and ass?” Kyle asked, and the other boys looked closely for the first time.
“Fucking Pledge Master Dino happened to my balls and ass. And his fucking pal Stan. At least I been through the worst, yours is still coming.”
The second most difficult and humiliating part came when they had to measure from ball bag to asshole. There they sat with their legs up in the air spread wide while another guy put a tape measure to the rear of their nut sacks.
“Shit, hurry up, will you? I feel like a fucking cunt at the gyno’s office,” Kyle quipped.
“I’d like to be a gyno,” Jared said while measuring Branden’s asshole as the other boy knelt and spread his ass cheeks. “Imagine all that young pussy spread for you every fucking day. Little thirteen-year-old twat all fresh and you get to poke around in it.”
“You’d have to poke around in eighty-year-old pussy too,” Branden quipped as he felt the other boy’s fingers at his shithole.
“Not me. I’d only take young cunt as patients. Get my fingers up some pretty, young, teen twat. ‘Sorry, honey, I gotta stretch your pussy open wider just let me get four fingers in there,’ ” Jared declared.
“Just let me get my dick in there,” Kyle joked.
Then it suddenly became very quiet in the room as the boys realized they needed to get hardons for the next part.
“They can’t expect us to jerk each other can they?”
“Can we get a hardon without touching? I mean if we think dirty thoughts or talk real dirty. I think maybe I can,” Branden said.
So, with their eyes closed, the boys thought of the filthiest things they could to will their dicks hard.
“Imagine a guy fucking his little sister turning her into a fucking sex slave. She’s like twelve or something, and he fucks her every day a couple of times. He lets all his buddies fuck her too. She gets fucked about ten times every day. He pisses and shits on her too,” uttered Kyle.
“Fucker, I was getting hard ‘til you got to the piss and shit part that’s sick,” Jared said.
“Everybody’s got their own fantasies I have this sick one about Julie. I imagine it’s our wedding night and that she’s still a fucking virgin. Well, six big black guys break into the hotel room, and gang fuck her while I watch. They’re all humongously hung,” Branden revealed.
“I’m up, man, full tilt. Quick, Tommy, measure my wood.”
Kyle measured out at eight and a half inches. The others just couldn’t get full hardons by talking. They were too nervous being there with each other, so they decided that to wank each other hard. This was not easy for the boys. Jared grabbed Branden’s dick, and Branden grabbed Jared’s dick.
“Hey, man, wait until I do yours. Otherwise, it’s too fucking queer. Branden started leaking at once. He had a really drippy dick. It leaked pre-cum all the time. Poor Julie had it all over her face when she sucked him. Now, Jared had it all over his hand.
“Jesus Christ, must you leak all over my fucking hand?” Jared asked.
“I can’t help it, man,” Branden whispered pissed at the attention Jared was drawing to his dick.
Tommy wasn’t about to let anybody touch his dick he went into the corner and started to frig himself hard.
“You can’t do that you’ll get us in trouble,” Kyle implored.
“No guy is playing with my prick,” Tommy said.
Tommy turned around to display a nice healthy seven and a half hardon for Kyle to measure. Branden came in at nine and Jared at six and a half but very thick. Kyle laughed at Branden trying to will his big prick down again as strings of pre-fuck ran from the piss hole to the floor.
“Man, your little Julie won’t need nigger dick on her wedding night. She’s got one with you.”
After an hour, they were called upstairs where they faced fifteen half-drunken jocks in the huge living room. The frat brothers were lounging around the furniture sipping brews. The four pledges stood before them in their underpants.
“We’ve got an embarrassing problem here, gentlemen,” Jeff announced loudly. “We’ve been reading the pledges’ sexual diaries, and we’ve got a big problem. We’ve got a fucking virgin on our hands. A fucking virgin! Will the fucking virgin pledge please hold up his hand?”
Shyly, Branden hesitantly held up his hand. Although he had detailed girls jerking him off and his blowjob from Julie, he was technically a virgin. He had never fucked.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Branden? Here, I’m your Pledge Master. Think of the embarrassment to me, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“If I had known you were going to be my Pledge Master, sir, I would have fucked at an early age.”
This brought a big laugh from everyone present including Jeff who just couldn’t keep a straight face.
“Most of us were fucking by age thirteen what went wrong, pledge?”
“I have a fucking minister for a father, sir and fucking prim and proper Christian twats for girlfriends.”
This, although true, also got a big laugh. Branden felt he had handled that hurdle well.
“In a hundred years of the TKE Fraternity, no brother has ever been a virgin. So, tomorrow night we’ll have a special Branden session of the initiation ritual and take care of your little problem. Tomorrow night boy, you’ll fuck twat, and we’ll be there to advise you.
“Now, pledges, these first few nights we realize are difficult for you as you adjust to your roles as fraternity pigs, the slime buckets of humanity. You realize, of course, that you have to reach bottom before you can be rebuilt and become a TKE. So, you should be happy to degrade yourselves as much as possible. We know these first days are not easy for you, so we encourage you to lean upon your pledge brothers for support turn to them for comfort and strength. Tonight I want to see a really nice show of brotherly affection. I want you pledges to hug each other close, real tight like in a support group session. Go on, don’t be embarrassed, trust each other love each other like brothers.”
It wasn’t difficult to do. The guys all smelled a bit sweaty, but after the measuring shit, hugging a guy was nothing. In fact, it felt really good. The pledges were given some beer to drink.
“That was great,” said Jeff. “Now, let’s build on that. How about you boys kiss each other with nice brotherly frat kisses to bond?”
Tommy got very red in the face. The boys kissed each other on the cheek. Kyle even kissed each pledge on both cheeks like a French military kiss. Some of the frat brothers booed.
“No, no, no, boys, that won’t do at all, not if you really want to bond. You have to show your trust and devotion to each other. Kiss each other on the mouth.”
The four teenage pledges stood in their underpants looking at the hardwood floors. They didn’t know what to do or how to begin even. None of them had ever kissed a guy on the mouth. They shuffled their fee as nervous sweat trickled down their lean hard teen bodies.
“Come on, pledges, he who hesitates gets paddle swats. Nice friendly kisses to prove to us that you’ll help each other through these next weeks.”
Branden turned to Jared and leaned down as he put his lips on the other boy’s mouth and kissed him. The brothers applauded and hooted. Kyle bent down to kiss Tommy who backed away.
Dino barked, “Tommy, do you want another session with the ruler?”
A terrified Tommy looked from guy to guy like a trapped animal. Then he closed his eyes and lifted his head. Kyle kissed him. It was nothing really just lips touching lips. Kyle and Branden kissed. Tommy and Jared that was easy even for Tommy. Shit, it was only a kiss, so what.
“Now, Branden, I want you to team up with Jared since you seem to get along with him so well and Tommy you stick with Kyle. Now, I want to see a real display of affection. I want you to tongue kiss each other until I tell you to stop. The pair that doesn’t swap enough spit gets five swats.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jared blurted.
Jared looked up into Branden’s eyes. The two boys licked their lips and then brought their cute teenaged faces together. They kissed.
“Get those mouths open. Suck face. Get those tongues into each other’s mouths,” Jeff instructed.
Branden felt Jared’s spit slosh into his mouth. He felt like vomiting but knew that would just cause a riot of laughter. Both boys gagged a bit but slowly adjusted to their situation. Soon Branden was jamming his tongue down Jared’s throat. He may have been a virgin at fucking, but he was one fucking good kisser. Branden was the larger of the two boys and so naturally took the more aggressive role in the spit swapping kiss. The jocks cheered them on. Tommy and Kyle didn’t do as well. They kissed, but Tommy kept his lips closed.
“For shit sake, Tommy, let’s get this over with,” Kyle barked at him.
Kyle grabbed the kid and pulled the small boy to him. He was much larger than the blond boy was. He pressed the boy against his chest, tilted his head back, and forced his tongue into the boy’s mouth much to the delight of the frat brothers.
Jeff kept the two couples kissing for ten minutes — ten fucking minutes! While the brothers slopped beer into their guts, the pledges slopped spit. The pledges’ mouths got sore, but each time they relaxed Jeff ordered them to kiss harder and to use their tongues. At last, he called a halt. The guys looked dazed and confused — their naked chests heaving, their eyes watery, their lips slightly swollen.
“Everyone did a fine job except for Tommy,” Jeff said. “So Tommy, to prove your loyalty to your pledge brothers, you’re ordered to go to each pledge and lick his armpits!”
“I can’t,” Tommy stammered.
The words were hardly out of his mouth before he was thrown over the back of a chair and his red briefs were pulled down displaying his black and blue ass.
“When you’re ready to lick armpit let us know,” Jeff said mildly as Dino slammed the wooden paddle into the boys already bruised and blistered ass cheeks.
Branden closed his eyes. He couldn’t take the cruelty of the sight. Tommy’s tight, small, compact body arching up, his blond hair flying this way and that as his head snapped with each whack of the paddle on his burning ass cheeks. It only took three swats before he was screaming that he would lick armpit but they gave him six extra swats just for fun. When they released him, he flowed off the chair back and onto the floor. Finally, he crawled to his feet and went to each pledge. Jeff told the boys to lift their arms. All the pledges smelled pretty rank by now. Tommy stuck out his tongue and began to lick Branden’s sweaty, hairy pit.
“Lick each pit real good. Suck the pit hairs. Show that you care for your brothers.”
How poor young Tommy got through it he didn’t know. Fear of more pain or just closing some door in his mind, but he did he licked each boy’s filthy, stinking armpits clean. The other boys were terribly embarrassed.
“Now, I know, you boys must be tired. You’ve had a long day, so just a little relaxation exercise and then off to bed. Boys remove your underpants.”
The four pledges stripped in front of the room full of jocks. They stood there with their hands loosely covering their dicks and balls looking again at the floor.
‘This is fucking nuts,’ Branden thought. ‘Why am I fucking doing this?’
“Now, because you’re all sleeping in one single bed — a very small bed I might add — we don’t want any sexual frustrations to embarrass or disturb you boys. So before you turn in for the night, what do you say to a nice healthy jack off?”
The room was deadly silent. All eyes were on the bare-assed boys.
“Don’t be ashamed or embarrassed to masturbate in front of us. We’re your bothers, your pals for life. We have no secrets. If you need to rub your nipples or balls or even finger your assholes to cum, that’s okay. Each guy has his own favorite jerk off method, but boys, the last pledge to blast his load gets ten swats with the paddle, so you better start spanking the monkey.”
The four boys reached down and began to pull on their teenage pricks. As they got into it, it got easier. The dicks eventually got hard. The boys closed their eyes. Various frat brothers began to root for their favorite pledge.
“Jerk that dick!”
“Come on, Kyle, beat that meat.”
“Show them who’s the real man, Tommy boy, pull that pud.”
The four masturbating youths began to buck their hips forward with each dick yank. They spread their big teenage feet. Their asses tightened. Kyle used long slow pulling strokes squeezing his dickhead. Branden used a full fist and a hard even prick pull. Tommy gave his dick really hard short choppy yanks as if he was pulling the fucker off. Jared rubbed his thick stubby fucker with both hands and kind of rolled it. Their breathing grew heavier. Nobody wanted ten swats. Branden brought one hand up to his nipples and started to tug at them much to the amusement of the jocks.
“Look at the cunt pull her tits,” some guy yelled, and everybody laughed.
Kyle had his tongue half out of his mouth and was squeezing his nuts hard while he jerked. He’d seen Tommy’s ass and didn’t want his own to look like that. Tommy was frantic. He ran one hand over his ass cheeks, and then terrified of cumming last, threw caution to the wind and started to finger his asshole as he did at home.
“Look at her,” Dino hollered. “She’s playing with her pussy.”
Jared spattered the floor first with huge gobs of cum spraying out from his throbbing red prick. Kyle followed second with an even bigger splash of dick snot. Two frat brothers had to jump out of the way, which got a big round of applause. Branden and Tommy were grunting and moaning as they beat their dicks wildly. Looking over at each other, they snorted like pigs. The sounds of their slapping hands filled the room. Sweat sprayed from their hard teen bodies. They spread their legs wider, thrust their hips up, and jerked their pricks for the watching jocks. They both bellowed and shot at about the same time. Cum sprayed up into the air, and back onto the boy’s own bodies and splattered the floor, and then it was over.
Jeff, who was in a particularly kind mood, decided that no one would get swatted on this fine first night of bonding. He had the boys wipe up their cum puddles with their sweat-soaked underpants.
Branden’s big prick was still drooling after-fuck into his wadded up, cum soaked boxers as the exhausted boys made their way down to the basement. They knelt on the stone floor. All four of them pissed in the bucket at the same time. A four-way piss, and then all four of them climbed naked as ordered into the tiny bed. They had to sleep on top of and wrapped around each other’s bare-assed teen bodies, but they were too tired to complain. Branden fell asleep with his face in Kyle’s armpit, and Jared rested his face on Branden’s belly. Tommy rolled into a tight ball and threw one leg over Kyle so he wouldn’t fall out of the narrow bed. That’s how they slept the first night. They were bonding well!
Branden slept all night fitfully as did all four pledges. Four hunky, bare-assed, straight college boys forced to sleep in one single bed. They had to wrap their limbs around each other just to keep from falling out. Several times during the night one or another of the boys got a hardon as boys do when asleep. One or another of them would awaken to find a big, thick slab of prick meat rubbing against his leg or stomach or ass and leaking pre-cum. It was not pleasant for any of them. Branden worried half the night about Jeff’s promise to provide him with his first fuck experience in front of the TKE Actives. Branden didn’t want to have his first fuck with some cheap whore, who was undoubtedly what they would provide, but he had no choice.
Each of the boys thought over the humiliations of the first day. Each of them shuddered at the memory of how they had been forced to masturbate in front of others. However, each was old enough and smart enough to realize this was common hazing practice and that it was no different really than being in boot camp or any situation where the new “grunts” were shit on by the older guys. It was a part of life, and they would just have to endure it until they became a TKE.
Tommy, who was the smallest and least developed of the boys, had the biggest fears and doubts perhaps because his ass had been paddled raw a pleasantry the other boys had yet to discover. Tommy had also had his balls beaten. The pain in his scrotum stayed with him through the night. Tommy felt Dino, his Pledge Master, was unrealistically sadistic more so than the other TKE Actives.
They were awakened at six in the morning when a kindly frat brother dumped a pail of ice-cold water on them. They were hauled off the narrow bed and made to stand bare-assed shivering while waiting for inspection. Kyle and Branden had piss hards which embarrassed them no end.
“Come on, girls, kiss your fellow pledges good morning. And you know the kind of kisses we expect,” the frat brother shouted.
Other TKE Actives came down to watch the morning activities. The four eighteen-year-old boys started to tongue kiss each other feeling totally depraved and dirty and disgusted by their own actions. For ten minutes, the boys were kept kissing each other going from boy to boy all four mixing it up. Branden and Kyle’s dicks bobbing and weaving, and slapping against their partner’s stomachs didn’t help matters any. This time, a new addition to the deep tongue kissing really upset the boys. They were made to reach up and twist each other’s nipples while they kissed. These four straight teenagers were made to feel so fucking queer it was almost unbearable.
However, all good things must come to an end, and the four boys were herded over to the piss and shit buckets. First, they were ordered to kneel around the piss bucket one boy on each side with their dicks flipped over the rim. They were not allowed to touch their cocks. Then at the command of a TKE Active, all four pledges were to piss at the same time. That means they had to watch each other’s dicks pissing. But the next was the worst. In front of eight actives and the three other pledges, each boy had to squat bare-assed over the shit bucket to take a morning dump. Everyone watched as each teenage boy shit. Then each pledge had to wipe the ass of another pledge clean.
Kyle asked if they could shower, and was given five demerits for talking without permission. Now, Jeff came downstairs dressed in boxer shorts and a robe. The tall, hunky fraternity president walked down the ragged line of sweaty, dirty pledges.
“Yesterday, we were easy on you. Today your official training begins. No more coddling for you bunch of asswipes. You prove to us that you’ve got what it takes to be a TKE or get the fuck out. You wash when we say you wash. You shit when we say you shit. You,” Jeff pointed at dark-haired Jared, he of the short, thick dick, “you, squat on the floor right now and take a shit!”
Jared looked at him stupidly. He looked to the others for support.
“Sir, I just took a shit.”
Jeff fumed. His handsome hard face grew red as he bellowed, “You will take a shit when ordered. You will not answer back. Five demerits. Now, squat and shit, Cuntmouth.”
The bare-naked teenager didn’t know what to do. He shifted awkwardly from one large, wide athletic foot to the other and his stubby dick bounced. He licked his lips and then hunkered down on the cold cement floor. He looked up at the sixteen boys standing around him. He concentrated and squeezed, but he was empty.
“Sir, I can’t shit, sir. I just did a few minutes ago.”
“You just took a shit a few minutes ago?”
Jared relaxed ever so slightly the president finally understood.
“How many turds did you shit?” Jeff asked.
Now all the pledges were very uncomfortable.
“I don’t know, sir. I think about three or four.”
“He doesn’t know. He thinks about three or four. From now on all pledges will keep an accurate written record of how many turds they shit each time they take a dump. We have to make sure you girls are healthy. Pledge Jared, go over to the shit bucket and bring your turds over here to me.”
“Do what, sir?”
Jeff towered over the still squatting bare-assed pledge.
“Do you have a hearing problem, Pledgescum Jared, because we could help you out with that? Go over to the shit bucket and scoop out your turds and bring them over here to prove to me you took a dump.”
The TKE Actives chuckled and whispered to each other. More than a few of them had boners.
“With my hands, sir?”
“I suggest you use your hands, or would you rather use your mouth?”
Poor, young, sexy, eighteen-year-old Jared stumbled over to the shit bucket and leaned over it. He lifted his hands and brought them to the mess of feces suddenly he puked into the bucket. He puked so hard his whole body heaved with the effort. He sank to his knees shaking with humiliation and disgust.
“I am waiting, Pledge Jared! Get your worthless pussy ass back here now with your turds.”
Jared plunged his hands into the vomit and shit mess. He came back to Jeff holding his hands out before him with a pile of shit in his cupped palms. His face looked green, and the sour expression was almost comical. It was comical to the laughing TKE Actives.
“I thought you said three or four turds, pledge. This is a pile of shit.”
“Branden and Tommy shit after I did, and it all got mixed together,” Jared answered stupidly.
Brandon and Tommy both silently cursed him for bringing them into this.
“I don’t think you looked well enough. Go back and find your three turds,” Jeff said.
“I don’t know if I can, sir.”
Jared looked about to faint.
“Four demerits. Move your fucking ass, boy.”
Jared returned to the bucket and came back with another pile of shit in his hands.
“This is all that’s left, sir. It’s all messed together. I don’t know which shit is mine. Sorry, sir.”
He looked fearfully at Jeff convinced now that the frat president was capable of unspeakable horrors.
“Very well, make three turds out of that pile of shit and then show me.”
Jared sat on the floor of the basement and, like a child in a sandbox, molded the human shit into three turds. He gagged constantly and his eyes and nose watered.
“Let this be a lesson to you pledges. You do exactly as you’re told. You don’t ask stupid questions, and you support each other. You succeed as a unit or not at all. You’re each only as good as your brothers are. Now, while pissface Jared makes shit logs for me, I want the three of you to bend over to receive three good swats each on your no good asses.
The video cameras set in the corners of the room high up on the ceiling beams whirred as the three pledges got ass paddled. It was Branden’s first time, and he had had no idea it would hurt so fucking much. He had nice firm ass globes, round and smooth and muscled, and the TKE Actives loved paddling such full, firm asses. These boys hadn’t had their asses beaten in several years. There are few pleasures in life as rewarding as beating a teenage boy’s naked ass. Beating a wimpy girl ass is one thing. There are those who enjoy that, but the thrill can’t compare with taking a healthy, well-muscled, lad of between sixteen and eighteen, a boy who thinks he is a man, a boy in all his macho pride, and reducing him to a quivering, sobbing mass of Jell-O by beating the shit out of his cute, little ass. Boys’ asses practically beg to be whipped, beaten, paddled, and spanked until the fucking snot nosed brat can’t sit down.
However, this time it was only three swats. Enough to teach them that when Mr. Paddle speaks it is not soon forgotten. Tommy, whose ass was already black and blue, and blistered cried before the paddle even struck, and the guys had a good laugh over that.
When Jeff was satisfied with Jared’s shit logs, he allowed the pledge to return them to the bucket, and then go and wash his hand at the hose. Now, Jeff kicked at the pile of filthy sweat slogged, cum caked underpants lying on the floor. He smiled.
“I imagine each of you would like to have some new underwear to wear today?”
“Yes, Sir,” the four pledges answered.
Jeff picked up Tommy’s dried cum stuck red briefs from the day before with his naked toe and flipped them at Branden. Branden caught the stinking shorts in his hands.
“Here, Branden, these are new shorts for you and these are new for you, Kyle.”
He flipped Jared’s scum scarred underpants to the jock pledge.”
“And, Tommy, you take Branden’s piss-stained boxers and Jared you get Kyle’s. There, now are you happy that you all have new underwear? Well, put them on. We don’t want to stand around looking at your dicks.”
The boys put on each other’s stinking dirty underpants. Tommy’s red briefs were much too small for Branden, and his dick and balls couldn’t even be contained in the small red pouch. The rear only came halfway up his ass cheeks. His blue boxers hung huge on little Tommy, and the boy had to keep tugging them up lest they fall off his ass.
The pledges were served cornflakes and milk in their doggie bowls and orange juice in their drinking bowls. Before they ate, however, a TKE Active stepped up to each bowl and spit in it. Branden watched the spit float on the top of his orange juice.
“It should be an honor to taste fraternity brother spit especially after all the spit swapping you girls have done in your kissing.”
Each pledge had morning chores to perform, which they did in their “new” underpants. Take out the garbage. Empty the shit and piss pails in the big dumpster in the backyard. Clean your Pledge Master’s room.
Branden saw Jeff’s third floor room for the first time. As he polished Jeff’s dress shoes on the floor, Jeff sat on the side of the bed and talked to him.
“Branden, I like you. I want you to be a TKE. You’ll make a hell of a good TKE, but we have to curb your independent, cocky attitude. I’m going to be rough on you only to help you. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Branden replied.
“Now, each morning you will wake me up at seven fifteen exactly, not one minute early, not one minute later, seven fifteen exactly. If I have a cunt in my room and don’t want to be bothered, I’ll leave the do not disturb sign on my door. You will then clean my room while I shower, and then you will clean my bathroom while I dress. You will not fuck up. I will not tolerate fuck ups. You represent me, the President of the TKE. Because you reflect me, you must be perfect.”
“That’s why you cannot remain a fucking virgin. How do you think that will look to the other fraternities? Jeff Black’s pledge has never had his dick in a pussy. Jesus, we’d never live it down, so we have to get you fucking and soon. Tonight is for your own good. Do you know how to fuck? Have you seen fuck movies?”
“Yes, sir, I’ve seen videos.”
“Stand up, Branden, and remove your underpants.”
Branden felt a lump in his throat. He stood and took off Tommy’s tight red briefs to stand bare-assed in front of Jeff.
“Branden, I don’t want you to embarrass me in front of my frat brothers, do you hear me? I want to make sure you can do this right. Now, get a hardon for me.”
“Sir, it’s not easy for me to get hard in front of another guy.”
“Five demerits. I didn’t ask you what was easy for you. I told you to get a stiff dick. I gotta make sure you can fuck twat before my brothers make a laughing stock of me. Now, get a fucking hardon.”
Branden stood there before the handsome, hunky jock and began to finger his penis. He tugged and pulled at it. He tickled the dick head, but his dick just wouldn’t get up.
“Jesus Christ, you’re such a loser, Branden, aren’t you? Can you get it up?”
“I did last night, sir. When you had us…you saw it then.”
“I saw it then. Do you think I’m some kind of fucking queer? I didn’t watch you beat off last night. That was an exercise in discipline for your benefit. I had no interest in it. Now, can you get a hardon or not?”
Branden started to yank at his fuckmeat. It felt so damn stupid standing there pulling on his prick while a guy sat and watched him. It got a little thicker and longer.
“Do you need some anal stimulation,” Jeff asked.
“Some what?” the sweating humiliated boy asked as his well-developed chest heaved with the attempt to get a boner.
“Anal stimulation, do you require something up your ass to arouse you?”
Jeff acted totally disgusted.
“Jesus, no, I mean, I never.”
Branden was desperate to get hard. His dick was now about seven inches and a rubbery half-hard but not stiff. His big balls bounced with the effort.
“Here, turn around and let me shove this pencil up your rectum. It might help.”
“Oh, no, sir, it won’t help, really it won’t.”
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. I don’t have all day, I have classes, and I can’t cock around here all morning. Now, if something up your asshole will help you get hard, then let’s do it and get it over with. Turn the fuck around, pledge.”
Branden turned his ass toward his Pledge Master. He felt totally exposed totally violated.
“Spread your ass cheeks.”
“Please, sir. Please…”
“Two demerits. Spread those fucking ass globes, shitface.”
Eighteen-year-old, scholarship student Branden reached back and spread his ass cheeks for another man. He spread his ass cheeks so that the deep crack opened and the pinkish brown asshole was displayed. Jeff smiled. He had this cunt where he wanted him. He took a long, yellow, number two pencil and inserted it into the tight rosette of Branden’s asshole. Branden felt the wooden stick slide deep into his rectum. It felt awful.
“Don’t just stand there enjoying it. Beat your fucking meat. We’re trying to get a hardon here. Beat your meat while I fuck this pencil in and out of your asscunt.”
His large, wide feet spread, his muscular torso bent over his ass up and out, Branden beat his meat, flogged his fucker until it stood up stiff and straight while Jeff fucked the pencil deeply in and out of the asshole. In and out all the way in long, smooth, quick strokes getting the boy-pussy ready for fucking, for fucking and fucking and more fucking.
Branden didn’t know it yet, and it wouldn’t actually happen for some time to come, but he was going to be turned into a male cunt. Branden was going to be a dick pit, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He was a perfect cuntboy, tall, handsome, muscular, all American with a fat, thick cock, a great ass. He was just the type perverts loved to degrade and humiliate, and completely fuck up until they were reduced to slobbering pussy sluts, begging for prick twenty-four hours a day. It could be done. It had been done before. And it would be done to Branden. But turning a muscular jock into a cum snorting twat boy, a mindless cumdump takes time. Such things do not happen instantly, although many a porn story pretends they do. No, such complete mental and physical degradation take time and patience. To turn that cute masculine boyish face with the winning toothy smile into a cum sucking prick pit, that takes skill as well. The boy must be broken and taught that his mouth, his whole face is just a fuck gutter, a slop hole that he doesn’t need to talk or think. He doesn’t need to do a fucking thing except get face fucked. The only purpose of his ears is as handles while some jock dude rams prick down his fucking throat. The boy cunt would have to learn to wiggle his ass like a twat whore. He’d have to learn how to open and close his pussy hole on command, how to work his cunt muscles to give a perfect fuck even when his hole was stretched so large it could take a baseball bat. He had to be convinced that he had no fucking life at all when his holes weren’t stuffed with prick. And Branden would learn all this and more.
“Show me your hardon. Well, at least that’s respectable. You got a nice dick on you, pledge. It will make a fine TKE cock if you ever learn how to use it.”
“Thank you, sir,” Branden mumbled standing there his big, thick dick bobbing and dripping.
“I read all the pledge diaries, and the fucking record of you pledge pussies is pathetic. Shit, I’d fucked more twat by the time I was sixteen than all four of you put together. I fucked every day like eating, pissing and shitting and still do. If I don’t get to fuck every single day, I get all mean and ornery. You wanna be a TKE, Branden, you gotta fuck every day, and if your bitch cunt of a twat headed girlfriend won’t fuck every day, dump the scag and get a cunt who will. Fucking is what it is about, Branden, fucking is what life is about. You fuck twat, you fuck people in business, you power fuck, you sport fuck, and you fuck over people. Life is all about fucking.
“Now, climb up here on my bed and fuck my pillows. Show me your fucking technique. No, dumb twat, keep the pencil in your pussy. You don’t wanna go limp. Now, fuck my pillow. Hump it. Tell her how much you want to fuck her.”
“Oh, baby, I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you,” Branden said bouncing bare-assed on Jeff’s bed while humping his drooling hardon into the frat president’s pillow
“Fuck it! Fuck it! You can fuck harder than that! Ram that pussy! Cunts love it hard and cruel. They like it deep and rough. They pretend like they don’t. They cry and beg, but that’s just a game. They want your dick balls deep in on each thrust. They want you to split their bitch boxes in half. FUCK THAT PILLOW, BRANDEN! SHOW ME YOU’RE NOT A PUSSY! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT!”
Branden fucked the pillow for all he was worth as his muscular ass globes tightened, his strong legs stiffened, and his toes dug into Jeff’s bed he fucked Jeff’s pillow. He grunted and snorted as he shot a huge fuck load into the pillow. He shot so hard his big balls throbbed and ached. And at last, when he was finished, he rolled over onto his back, and his drooping prick lay leaking across one thigh.
“Not bad, pledge. I think you have the makings of a TKE. I gotta get to class. Oh, shit, look at that mess you made on my pillow — a fucking lake of dick scum. Be a good pledge and lick it up for me, will you?
Branden looked down at the slimy, gooey, yellowish-white mess soaking the pillow.
“I’ve never tasted cum, sir.”
“Well, there’s always a first time. Besides its good for you, it’ll show you how your twat girl cunt feels when she’s sucking down your slime. Not that I’ve ever tasted it, but they say it’s not so bad. The cunts go nuts over it. They get addicted to cock flavor. Shit, McDonald's could make a fortune on cum shakes. The twats and queers would go crazy over them. They could hire teenage high school boys just to stand in a row in the back room and jack off into the ice cream. What healthy high school boy wouldn’t want a job jacking off into the food that twats would eat? So be a good twat, Branden, and lick up your cum.”
“Do I have to, sir?”
Branden wanted to cry.
“Yes, you have to.”
And that was the start of Branden’s second day as a TKE pledge. On the morning of the second day, he tasted his own cum. Before the hazing was over, he would taste gallons of cum from other guys, and even from animals.
The second day was filled for the boys with innocent pranks, the likes of which college frat hazings are famous for. These kinds of harmless boy shenanigans are excused by a faculty and school board that have taken a firm stance against harmful hazing practices of any kind. They approve of positive experiences, and certainly, the events of the second afternoon were of a character building nature.
Lee, a very nasty and creative Chinese TKE Active, ordered Kyle to appear at one of the art rooms. Lee was working on a photography project with four other students, and he volunteered Kyle to help them out as a model. The room was like a large, black warehouse with lots of lighting equipment and huge rolls of colored paper hanging from the ceiling that could be pulled down. They had Kyle move over to a bright pink roll.
“I think that will look good with his skin tone, don’t you? “ Lee asked one of his buddies.
Lee was small, five foot five, with a thin but well-structured strong body. He wore glasses which made him look really cute. He seemed the typical Asian intellectual.
”Now, Kyle, if you will just slip out of your clothes, this project is called the American College Male, it’s a nude study.”
“You want to take naked pictures of me for a school project?”
“Actually, this will cover several assignments and projects, so we’re grateful that you agreed to help us out. I think I can return the favor by getting some demerits removed and also by buying you a really fine steak lunch, how’s that?”
Lee seemed so warm and friendly that Kyle, who loved his body and never minded showing it off, relaxed perhaps a bit too much. He stripped down in front of the four students. Kyle was a cutie all right, no wonder the twats creamed over him. He was six foot two inches of solid, rock hard, football player, bodybuilder muscle. He had large, wide shoulders and big muscular arms. His pecs rode like hard slabs on his chest bone, and his nipples were the size of silver dollars. Had he been less muscular, his oversized, pink nipples would have looked like girl titties, but on him, it worked. You could see a definite six-pack on his abs, and his legs were like tree trunks. He had a dick to be proud of, long and thick with a nice heavy foreskin covering just the head. The flaccid pecker gently swung over a bag of hardboiled egg-sized nuts. Kyle’s feet were large and broad with well-formed toes. When he turned, the four TKE Actives could see that the jock had a pale white, smooth ass, perhaps just a bit wide in the ass cheek department, the kind perverts called a meaty ass, with a deep crack, and the entire ass was accentuated by Kyle’s tan line.
The pledge hopped from one foot to the other in nervous excitement and embarrassment, and that made his big dick swing. He kept his hands on his hips to show his new buddies that he was not a pussy who was afraid to show off his body. He smiled his cute, crooked smile that somehow matched his once broken, slightly crooked nose that only made him more handsome.
“Great, Kyle, you have a perfect body for our project. You really keep in shape, dude.” Lee smiled as he spoke.
Kyle flexed for the four frat brothers.
“Yes, sir, you’ve got nothing to be shy or ashamed of,” another brother piped up, “except, of course, maybe your nipples. They do look like twat titties.”
Kyle was sensitive about his overly large nipples, and now he flexed his pecs and looked down at them. Bright lights bathed his bare-assed body.
“Be careful, Kyle,” Lee said,” if Terry gets too drunk some night, he may come looking for you to suck your titties and get himself a milkshake.”
“Guys, I don’t like to be kidded about that,” Kyle said.
He had been taunted in seventh and eighth grades about his girlie nipples, and that’s what prompted him to start bodybuilding. Lee and the three others began to snap photos of Kyle standing there bare-ass naked.
“Hands on hips, head up, look relaxed, okay? Can you smile? Great, great, Kyle, these are gonna get us A’s for sure. You look great in that light, Mr. America. Change arm positions, no don’t cross your arms over your chest, we wanna see those tits.”
Two of the boys knelt very close to Kyle and started to shoot very intimate close-ups of his prick and balls. He felt really weird now.
“This is for a class?”
“Sure, Photography and Human Anatomy. Spread your legs more. Great, lean forward, arch your back, stick those pig tits out!”
Kyle blinked and felt a trickle of sweat run down his back. He didn’t like what they were doing to him.
“That’s enough, guys, hey?”
“Enough,” Lee laughed, “We’re just getting started. Just pretend you’re one of those high profile fashion models. Enjoy this. This just might be the start of a whole new career. Now, turn around, stick your ass out, spread your legs as wide as you can and put your hands on the floor. Great, we can really see your nut sack that way.”
At least they couldn’t make jokes about his tits this way. Kyle bent over, his hunky, full-fleshed ass sticking out at the camera and his big hairy balls swinging.
“You said, Kyle, in your diary that you were fifteen the first time you fucked twat. Where was it again?”
“In the rear seat of my Dad’s car — I couldn’t drive — we did it in the garage.”
The boys moved in for some close-ups of his ball bag and ass globes.
“Kyle, look through your legs at the camera so we can catch your face, your scrotum, and your ass, and we can see the head of your dick too. That’s great. How old was the cunt you fucked that first time?”
“Man, I love young twat. It’s so juicy and tight,” Lee said. “Did you use a rubber?”
“Yeah, I stole one from my dad.”
“Pussy! TKEs don’t use rubbers except for kinky fuck games. There ain’t nothing like a raw skinned fuck,” said a thick-bodied and thickheaded TKE Active.
“I learned that since. I never use them now,” Kyle replied trying to belong.
“That’s our man. That’s our TKE. Feel good about yourself, man. Kyle, just reach back with your hands and spread your ass cheeks, will you? We gotta get shots of every part of the body. Spread them real wide like you were at the doctor’s office. There, move that light, guys, so we get his asshole highlighted. Jesus, it looks like a cunt, doesn’t it? I mean, if you got a real close-up of just the shithole, you could hardly tell it wasn’t a pussy. Did anyone ever tell you, Kyle, that your asshole looks just like a pussy?”
“No, nobody ever did.”
Kyle was very uncomfortable.
“Look at the camera through your legs man. Yes, it does. Your asshole is kind of vertically elongated like a cunt, and your ass lips are kind of thick like twat lips.”
“Careful, Kyle, I think Lee is falling in love.”
The guys laughed.
“Fuck you, man,” Lee said while snapping close-ups of Kyle’s face below his open ass hole. “I can’t help it if the pledge shit has a twat instead of an asshole. Now, Kyle, sit down on the floor right on the pink paper. That’s right. Face the camera. Now, spread your legs real wide. Great. Now, lean back a bit on your hands and crook one knee. Now, lift both legs in the air and spread them in a v like a whore getting fucked.”
“This is enough, guys,” Kyle said laying there with legs in the air displaying his cock, balls, and asshole like some slut cunt.
Lee ignored him.
“Now, Kyle, roll up onto your shoulders throw your legs back over your head. Let your dick dangle over your face. Smile at the camera. Open your mouth a little.”
“You guys better not let anyone but your teacher look at these,” Kyle warned as he was feeling really stupid and used.
“Stay that way with your dick hanging in your face. Now, reach up and spread your ass cheeks again. Great. We can really see your muscle tone that way. Keep your mouth open. Tell you what, just for fun, stick your tongue as far out of your mouth as you can. Kyle, is your dick getting thicker? Are you getting a hardon?”
“Man, let’s just get this over with so I can go to my next class.”
“Now, up on your knees, legs spread. Yeah, your dick does look bigger. That’s okay. It’s only natural. It’ll be great for our project — the male in sexual arousal. In fact, pump your prick a few times for us get it hard.”
‘Guys, I don’t mind modeling for you, but I don’t wanna—”
“Kyle, get your prick hard. That’s a TKE order.”
Shit, this was the second time in two days that Kyle Jones was forced to masturbate in front of other guys. It was fucking disgusting, but he wasn’t going to let them get to him. He smiled and reached down as if he was comfortable with his activities and began to stroke his prick. The TKE Active snapped about a hundred shots of him jerking his dick until it stood out thick and long and the fat, apple-red head of it had pushed through the foreskin.
“Oh, this is good this is great. Now, just let your boner stick out like that and start pulling on your nipples.”
“Look, I don’t like to pull on my tits. It’s uncomfortable. Ask me to do something else.”
Kyle’s big tits were so sensitive that he could actually cum by just tugging and twisting his titties.
“Tug those titties, pledgecunt. Work those nipples now!”
Lee was suddenly very mean, his voice thin and hard. Kyle put his hands on his own tits and began to rub the huge nipples. They became hard at once the nubs sticking way out.
“Shit, look at the sow tits on that cunt. Pull those udders, bitch. Milk those pig teats.”
Kyle felt like a little boy again. All the work he had done to build a strong, macho self-image slipped away, and he was once again in the eighth grade being taunted by the other boys. His sparkling eyes filled with tears. He pulled his tits way out from his well-developed pecs wishing he could pull them off. For years guys and gals had complimented him on the development of his chest. Now, he felt like a little boy with pig teats. A wimpy pussy boy with big, fat, sow udders on his chest.
“Come on, pig, milk those swine sacks. Shit, look, his dick is dripping. Get that on film. Keep working those pig nips with one hand and take your other hand and reach down and stick a finger up your ass.”
The eighteen-year-old jock couldn’t believe what they were asking of him.
“Please, fellas, this is sick. You’re really sick.”
“We’re sick?” Lee laughed. “We’re not the one milking our tits and fingering our cunt, are we? The only sick, disgusting one in the room is you.”
Suddenly, all the lights went out and a lone spotlight illuminated Kyle as he lay there on the floor with a finger up his ass and his dick drooling all over his stomach. His nipples, red and swollen, were sticking out an inch from his chest.
“You’re really pathetic, pledge, a pathetic piece of shit. Look at yourself, some kind of fucking disgusting perverted animal. Well, let me tell you about the second project we’re working on. We’re creating a website on the internet called the Kyle Jones Hot Gay Website. By tonight, perverts all over the world will be able to look at photos of you bare-assed with a finger up your asshole.
“We’ll give them an email address too, and you can write back to each and every one of them. We’ll ask for suggestions of what they’d like to see their star model do next, and you, Kyle, will comply and do whatever they ask for. Think of it as your pledge project, Kyle. For the next few weeks, you’re going to be an internet gay porn star. When you become a TKE, we’ll remove the site.”
“Oh fuck, guys, please don’t do this to me. What if someone who knows me sees it?”
“What is anybody who knows you doing looking up a gay website? It’s perfectly safe as long as we don’t start spreading the site address around campus. Oh, and starting tonight, we’ll spend one-half hour each night working on your sow tits. They need attention badly. Shit, I’m late for my next class. See you. Hey, Pledgetwat, you better get dressed. There’s a bunch of cunt coming in here next hour.”
Kyle, a big strong college freshman jock curled up in a little ball and sobbing, lay alone on the pink paper and cried. A big, bare-assed baby.
It was not a good day for Jared. Here he was in the middle of campus, and he had to piss like a racehorse. He couldn’t get back to the frat house. He was forbidden to use the toilets or go outside behind a bush or something. He had to find a TKE Active and get permission to piss. He finally found a bunch of them drinking beer in the student union.
“Please, sirs, I have to piss really badly. I can’t hold it anymore, and I can’t get back to the frat house. May I have permission to use the men’s room, please?”
The frat jocks were just buzzed enough to be really mean. They leaned back in their chairs and rubbed their jean-clad crotches.
“Just what will you do for us, pledge, if we give you permission to piss?”
“I’ll do anything you want. I’m a fucking pledge. I’ll do anything you want anyway.”
“Yeah, I know, but if we let you piss here in the Union where the real men piss, you ought to do something special for us like do a real sexy dance here on this table.”
“Great idea, Sam, that way all the chicks can come over and watch. Why not have him do it in his underpants?”
“Excellent idea, Mike. Pledge, strip down to your underpants and dance on the table, and you may piss in the Union men’s room.”
Now, Jared was smaller than most of the jocks and not as well developed. He had the smooth, boyish body that lots of boyfuckers prefer. He also had a smooth, baby face and black hair. He was a doll-like, little boy-man, a fucking boy toy. He was a bit shy about his body, but he had to piss so badly he had no choice.
“What the fuck,” Jared blurted.
Jared shucked off his tee shirt and kicked off his sneakers. The guys at the table applauded and started to call over some of their friends.
It wasn’t until too late that Jared remembered that he wore Kyle’s cum and sweat-stained silk boxers, which were much too large for the small boy. They were absolutely rank and foul. He was a darling sight up there on the table with his smooth, pale body, his boyish chest with small hard nipples, and a thin trail of black hair going from his belly button down inside the baggy boxers. The big underpants rode so low you could see the top of Jared’s black pubic bush. When he turned, you could see the top of his ass crack as the underpants hung from the well-rounded melon ass cheeks. Somebody put on some stupid country western song, and he was commanded to dance. It was fun for the jocks for about two minutes before they got bored. Some of the chicks got wet pussies watching the scantily clad youth dancing on the table. They wouldn’t mind a good fuck from the eighteen-year-old stud. Jared had to piss so badly he was afraid he would start to leak right there on the table.
“Those underpants are gross, pledge. Pledges are such pigs, girls. They come to us right off the farm where they have been fucking cows for a hobby” The TKE Active unfolded a paper napkin. ”Here, hold this napkin in front of yourself for modesty sake and give me those filthy underpants.”
Oh, no, Jesus Christ, they were going to force him to strip bare-ass naked here on a table in the Union. About twenty students were watching now. Jared could feel his already short, stubby dick shrivel up even more. This was a fucking nightmare.
“I don’t want to have to repeat myself,” the TKE Active said.
Jared took the paper napkin and held it in front of his dick. Then he slid the underpants down his legs and stepped out of them. The TKE Active picked them up with a pencil. The girls and guys laughed as Jared stood there the napkin pressed to his dick and balls.
“These need a good washing,” the burly TKE Active shouted.
The TKE Active dunked the underpants into a pitcher of beer still about a third full. The gang cheered. The TKE sloshed the sweaty cum-stained underpants around in the beer then lifted them out soaking and dripping.
“That’s better. You can put them back on again, pledge.”
Jared didn’t even notice the tears running down his face. He tried to smile and faked a laugh as if he understood it was all in good fun. He stepped into the soaking wet silk boxers and slid them up his legs. After he got them on and removed the napkin, he realized that the silk boxer material was almost transparent when wet. The twats howled and screamed as they jumped up and down pointing at the clear, dark outline of his fat prick and his full teenage balls clearly visible through the soaked material. Beer ran down his legs puddled around his bare feet. The cold beer made him need to piss even worse. The TKE Active handed him the beer pitcher that had washed the cum-clogged underpants.
“Here, have some beer. Chug it down.”
Jared couldn’t actually taste the boy sweat, cum and piss from the underpants in the beer, but he imagined he could as he drained the pitcher.
“Please, sir, I HAVE TO PISS!”
So, dressed in only the see-through, beer-soaked, silk boxers hanging low on his ass, the gang walked young Jared through the entire Union to the men’s room near the far door. Hundreds of students saw him, and they cheered and laughed as they pointed fingers at him. Ten guys crowded into the toilet with the pledge. They ordered him to strip bare-ass naked and stand back four feet from the urinal before taking his piss. They all watched and jeered as he pissed and pissed a strong yellow stream from his nice fat pisshole.
“Hey, you’re dick’s pretty short, isn’t it?” one guy kidded.
Everyone had a good laugh. Jared was so grateful to be pissing that he hardly listened to the taunts.
“How does he get such a short dick into a cunt?”
“Maybe he wears an artificial cock extension.”
More and more laughter. Such a good time for all. How could those bastards on the school board want to abolish something as much fun and innocent as hazing?
Jared finished. A few drops of piss fell from his prick to the floor. He started to pick up his underpants.
“Just a minute, pledge, you got piss on the nice tiled floor of the men’s room. Now you know why we don’t allow pledges to use public restrooms. They piss them all filthy. Clean your piss off the floor, pledge.”
Jared went for the paper towels.
“Don’t waste paper towels — not on pledge piss — use your tongue.”
The room grew quiet, and the breathing of the guys standing around was noticeably heavier as they watched the bare naked, teenage boy get down on his hands and knees. There was something about making another guy get bare-ass naked and do disgusting things that really turned them on — turned on every straight boy — something about watching a teenage guy who was so vulnerable, so humiliated, so unmanned. It was great. It gave the guys unexplained boners. After a really rough hazing game, most of the guys couldn’t wait to fuck the brains out of their girlfriends. It somehow made the fuck more exciting.
Jared wrestled with his conscience. But it was no use. He wanted to be a TKE. He needed it to prove something to himself and others. He would do whatever it took. He would lick up his own piss off a toilet floor. His cute bare ass rose up and spread slightly showing an ass crack fringed with black hair as he leaned down and put his tongue to the dirty restroom tiled floor.
“Good boy,” someone said, and most of the college dicks gave a twitch.
“That’s a good boy.”
Jared was a good boy. He licked up piss.
“Now, while you’re at it, you got that nice urinal all dirty. Crawl on over and lick it clean too, will you?” one guy suggested
The other guys breathed even more heavily. The TKE Actives present were particularly pleased. They knew that if they could get Jared to lick piss they had him. They could and would break him, get him to do any filthy, disgusting, perverted thing they ordered. Nice smooth, soft boy flesh to abuse for their party fun. Who gave a fuck if these cumwads ever became TKEs? The important and fun thing was to destroy them completely, to destroy every last vestige of manhood, to give the kid not only a nervous breakdown but also a sexual breakdown. That was the ultimate game. Jared was well on his way. He licked out the urinal where he had pissed like a good little bare-assed boy.
Tommy was bare-assed in a dog cage. He had been there since coming back from his last class. The cage was so small and tight that he could only kneel bare-assed. He couldn’t sit, and couldn’t lie down. He could only kneel. Tommy, the blond swimmer of the bunch, had a small tight body, a cute body, a faggot type body, a dance club kid type look, but now he was naked in a dog cage with the word Pledge written across his chest. Well, all the pledges had that, and it wouldn’t wash off for some time. That wasn’t so bad, but some smart ass TKE had also written the word CUNT above Tommy’s ass with an arrow pointing to his asshole. They showed it to Tommy in a mirror, and he had been horrified. The swimming season started in a few weeks, and he prayed it would be off by then. Oh, yeah, the dog cage was on the front lawn of the frat house, and Tommy had been ordered to bark loudly. Well, of course, hundreds of passing folks had seen the sight. Most had laughed, and some had even called Tommy ‘good doggie,’ but there were those few old tight twats who were offended, and now a police officer knocked at the door of the frat house.
“It’s just a little innocent fun, officer. Tommy here doesn’t mind, do you, Tommy?”
“No, sir, I like it.’ Tommy lied.
Dino smooth talked the policeman.
“You see, the kid misbehaved. He wasn’t respectful, so he needs a little discipline. You understand, officer, don’t you?”
The cop smiled and shook his head. He was damn good looking.
“I understand some of the crazy things you frat boys get into and I don’t mind you having a few kicks, but shit, guys, this kid is naked. Senior citizens don’t appreciate staring at a teenage boy’s dick and balls.”
Dino looked ashamed.
“We understand, officer. We’ll be more careful in the future. Get the fucker out of his cage.”
Little Tommy was so stiff he couldn’t stand up unsupported. As they helped him into the house, the cop followed.
“Jesus, that kid doesn’t even look old enough to be a college student.”
“He’s an all-state swimming champ,” Dino said proudly holding Tommy’s face up by the chin so the cop could get a look at him.
“No shit? He’s a cute little fuck all right.”
‘Jesus,’ Tommy thought, ‘we’ve got a queer cop on our hands.’
Tommy’s body started to tremble. The cop prodded Tommy with his boot
“Kneel, ass up,” ordered the officer.
The officer then stuck the toe of the boot into the kid’s upturned ass crack.
“You a man or you a pussy?” the cop asked him.
“I’m a man, sir,” Tommy answered.
“You fuck cunt?”
“How much cunt did you fuck last week?”
The toe of the boot rubbed Tommy’s ass pucker.
“I fucked twat on Monday, Thursday and Saturday.”
“Good Boy. How many bitches you get pregnant?”
“I never got a bitch pregnant, sir.”
Tommy wanted to please the perverted cop. He didn’t want any trouble for the TKEs or for himself.
“Fuck, what’s the matter, are you shooting blanks? Shit, I fucked eight girls pregnant last year won the station pool. Don’t you TKEs play something like that?”
The toe was forcing its way into the frightened boy’s rectum. When he tried to crawl away, Dino held him still.
“Yeah, we got this contest where the guy who gets the most twat pregnant by the end of the semester gets a thousand bucks. We also get extra points for fucking the youngest twat.”
The cop laughed.
“Oh, yeah, how young does it get?”
Now it was Dino’s turn to smile.
The cop grabbed Tommy by his blond hair and twisted his head up.
“You make the TKEs proud of you boy. You go out and get some bitch pregnant, you hear?”
“Yes, sir,” Tommy shouted.
“You fuck some cumdump until she’s bloated in the belly with TKE bastard.”
The cop pushed Tommy face down on the floor where he lay, not moving, as the police officer’s booted foot continued to rub and poke at the boy’s asshole.
”If this boy doesn’t fuck some twat pregnant and make you proud, you let me know. I’ll come back and turn him into a real pussy boy. Maybe we’ll make him pregnant. And you keep that nice ass of his black and blue and blistered like it is. Hell, I’m going to come back and check, and it better be three times as raw. I wanna see a well-worked boy ass.”
On the porch, Dino thanked the police officer.
“Shit, it was nothing. It’s the least a TKE Alum can do for his brothers.”
“You scared the shit out of him.”
“Tell you what, I’m married now and all with two kids and the bitch is pregnant with a third, but I wouldn’t mind coming back some night when the kid is broken in and taking a whack at that cute little blond ass myself.”
“Officer and Brother TKE you’re always welcome, and I can promise you that Pledge Tommy’s asscunt will be open and waiting for you.”
Branden’s day was equally traumatic. Some of the boys had some good-natured fun with him too. He was sitting near the rear of a big lecture hall listening to a biology lecture accompanied by slides. There must have been three hundred kids in the hall. Suddenly, two husky bodies sat on either side of him. Two TKEs. They listened quietly for a few minutes, judging the darkness of the room and the proximity of the nearest students before ordering Branden to strip bare ass naked. Branden protested.
“I could get kicked out of school.”
“Five demerits,” the frat brother whispered as he smirked at Branden.
Moving slowly so as not to draw attention, Branden kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks, and then he took off his tee shirt. It felt really odd sitting bare-chested in a big lecture hall with three hundred students. Sweat started to trickle from his armpits. Branden was such a cute fucking kid that chicks were always staring at him, and he feared some chick might use the opportunity of darkness to look at him in the lecture hall.
“Hurry up,” the TKE said.
Branden unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. He slid them down and off. He felt really freaking foolish now.
“Now, the underpants. Hurry up.”
Branden slid the tight, small, red briefs belonging to Tommy off his ass and down his legs. He was now sitting bare-ass naked in the lecture hall. Other students were only four or five seats away watching the slides and taking notes.
“Give me your clothes.”
‘Oh, God, please, please, don’t let them leave me here like this naked in a lecture hall in the middle of the campus in the middle of the day,’ Branden prayed.
And, of course, that’s exactly what they did. College boys will have their fun. They took his clothes and left. Branden was trapped. There were people on both sides of him further down the row. He had only his book and notebook. He knew he had to get out before the lights came up. He decided to crawl over the back of his chair to the row behind and one up from where he sat since that row was empty and he could get to the door. Just as he was climbing over the row of seats, the slides ended, and the lights came up. Somebody screamed, and three hundred students saw his bare-ass naked body straddling the back of an auditorium seat with his fat balls swinging and his dick flopping. He vaulted the seat and ran for the door. People yelled at him to stop. He crashed through the swinging doors into a hallway full of students. He held his books over his dick and ran. Most everyone saw the word PLEDGE written on his chest, so they just laughed and pointed. Branden sat in a toilet stall for six hours until the campus cleared for the day. Sitting there on the crapper waiting for the building to thin out, Branden read the graffiti on the stall walls. Written in large letters were the words TKE RULES. And, Branden had to admit, they did. They certainly did. And then using bushes and trees, and anything else he could find, he made his way back to the frat house.
And his trials were just starting on this second day. He still had to face the challenge of throwing his first fuck into some twat right in front of all his frat brothers. The very thought of it petrified him. He’d wanted his first fuck to be with Julie. He’d wanted his first fuck to be something special. Well, it would be something special all right. But not what he expected.
Branden was very nervous. He was about to have his first fuck. Part of him was ashamed and embarrassed and guilt-ridden, and part of him was horny and anxious to try actually putting his teenage dick into a cunt. He hoped the TKEs would select a hot chick for him to fuck. He’d heard of frat hazing fucks where the pledge had to fuck a chick who was pledging a sorority. That would be okay with him since there was lots of cute cunt on campus. He felt guilty about Julie, but shit, he’d given her plenty of chance to take his dick. All the other guys were fucking twat left and right, why should he remain a fucking virgin?
The TKE Actives had let him shower and shave for the special evening. He even got to shit in a real toilet. That alone was worth any embarrassment of having to fuck in front of other guys. He suspected they would be drinking heavily and criticizing his porking style and shit like that, but what the fuck. He could put up with it. Not like that pussy Tommy who seemed to be crumbling already. Christ, two days of hazing and he was a fucking mess. Branden had had to get back to the frat house bare-ass naked. So what? It was all in good fun. Jeff let the pledge use his private bathroom. He even brought him some expensive cologne. Jeff smiled and slapped Branden on his naked back.
The pledge looked at Jeff studying his Pledge Master.
“Sir, do I really have to wear Tommy’s stinking underpants? I mean I just got clean.”
“You know you’re absolutely right, my boy.” Jeff smiled. “I hadn’t thought of that. You need something fresh and clean for your big fuck date. Let me see what I can find.” Jeff rummaged around in a drawer and came up with a bright pink satin posing pouch. “Here, how’s this?”
Branden tried to smile, as he knew he was being mercilessly hazed.
“It seems a little embarrassing for a date, sir,” he said.
“Oh shit, put it on. You won’t be in it that long anyway. Here put on this pink bow tie too; it matches. That will give it some class.”
Branden stepped into the thing, just strings really with the pouch — a really small pouch. He pulled it up. It was worse than being naked. The pouch came to the base of his dick root showing all his pubic hair. It was so small that his balls hung out if he moved wrong, and it was impossible to move right. His big, flaccid dick tube pushed the front out obscenely until there was almost half an inch of space between the pouch and his body.
“I really think it’s too small, sir,” Branden said respectfully.
“I think it looks great and besides you better get used to it because it’s what you’re wearing this weekend when you dance at the Triangle Gay Bar to raise money for charity.”
Branden wanted to question Jeff but thought better of it. He would face one horror at a time. Wearing the pouch and bow tie, the pledge followed Jeff downstairs to the living room.
Meanwhile, Dino and Stan were having a private session with poor Tommy. The small blond boy knelt bare-ass naked in the senior’s room. Stan, the ever-present pal, lounged on a desk chair in the corner. Dino sat on the edge of his bed. They had fed poor Tommy some kind of drugs and lots of beer and the kid was high as a kite and extremely disoriented. He just couldn’t seem to stop crying. His poor ass had been paddled more that afternoon after the cop had left. He’d received twenty blistering swats on his smooth, young butt cheeks and five more horrific ball swats. He had crawled around the room screaming for mercy licking the shoes of the frat brothers.
“Tommy, I don’t want to see you drummed out of the frat. I want you to be a TKE. I want you to make it. I like you. Stan likes you. But you just don’t seem to have the balls for our fraternity. You don’t have the guts or the stamina. And most of all, you seem to be a class A fuck up. You fuck up everything. Every order we give you. We are only two days into this, and you’re already a sobbing wreck, a fucking crybaby. We all went through this. Most of us tolerated much more than what’s happening to you. I really worry about you. You reflect on me. You reflect on all of us. You make us look bad.”
‘I’m sorry, sir.” Tommy mumbled sniffing back some snot and tears.
Tommy’s ass just throbbed, and he knew he was bleeding back there. And his balls were swollen like baseballs, and black and blue. He didn’t know if he would be in any kind of shape for the swim season. He didn’t know if he’d be in any kind of shape for college period. He couldn’t even think about his classes. He thought only about not getting punished anymore.
“Now, Tommy, I’m going to give you another chance to prove your loyalty to me and the fraternity. What happens here is just between you and me. It goes no further than this room. I want to have confidence in you. And I could help to make it easier for you, but you have to prove to me that you want to please me. That you respect me. That you respect the TKEs. Do you want to do that, Tommy?”
Oh, god, yes anything to stop the punishments.
“If you obey me and show me that you know how to serve your Pledge Master, I can make it a lot easier on you. No more paddling. No more ball beatings. Just show me that you know how to take orders and obey. Now, crawl over here.”
Drugged, dazed Tommy crawled over to the bed. He lifted his head and tried to focus his eyes. What was Dino doing? The big Italian hunk was stripping. He wasn’t a pledge. Why was he stripping? Only pledges crawled around bare-assed. Dino was naked. Shit, he had a big, thick, motherfucking, Italian cock with a thick foreskin. It must hang seven inches flaccid. What was going on?
“Now, Tommy, I want you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue as far as you can. I’m going to rest my cockhead on your tongue. It’s a test for you. This does not please me. I’m not queer, Tommy. If I want, I can go out and get sucked off by a hundred chicks around campus.
“This is a test for you. I’m doing this for you. I’m just going to rest my dickhead on your tongue. Don’t be frightened. You can do it. You can submit to the TKEs. Just think of it as a little thing. Nothing big, it’ll be over in a little while. Tommy, think of all the girls who have had your dick on their tongues, it didn’t kill them, right? So just be a good little boy and stick your tongue way out.”
Poor confused Tommy knelt there bare-assed, his blond, boyish body looking very vulnerable. He lifted his head not sure he had heard right. The pills they had given him made everything a blur.
“Stick out your tongue, Tommy,” Dino repeated.
Tommy opened his cute little mouth and stuck out his tongue. He held it stretched out from his mouth. Dino moved closer. The big Italian lifted his fat prick with two fingers and gently rested the very head of it on Tommy’s tongue. It felt so strange to the blond boy. He had a guy’s dick on his tongue. Oh, Christ, he would never be the same again. The whole room was spinning.
“That’s good. That’s fine. You see, Tommyboy, that’s not so bad. That’s easy. Look how well you can do that. You’re a natural. My dick is resting on your tongue. How does that taste baby? Not bad at all I bet. Look, Stan, my fucker is resting on Tommy’s tongue. Keep your mouth open, cunt. Keep your tongue out. Don’t fuck up now. I’d hate to have to paddle your ass some more.
“Doesn’t that look fine, Stan? My fat, Italian fuck sausage resting on his little, pink tongue. Now, Tommy, I’m going to slide my prick back and forth over your tongue just a bit, just over your taste buds, so you get a little dick flavor. It’s not so bad. You’ll like it. I promise. Tommy, I’m very proud of you. Nobody else has to know about this. It’s just between you and me. Just a little special favor you do for your Pledge Master and he in return will do certain favors for you. Now, I’m going to slide my prick into your mouth, Tommy, just like your mouth was a pussy. Now, slowly take your tongue back into your mouth. Don’t lose my dick. Take my dick along with it. Good, now close your mouth around my dick.”
Dino’s fat, veiny cock had now erected to eight inches about five of which were inside Tommy’s mouth. Tommy didn’t know what he was doing. He knew his mouth was full of cock, but he didn’t know how or why, or how to stop it.
“You know you might be a first class pledge yet. It takes some stupid cunt pledges a week or more before they suck dick, and here you’ve got one in your mouth on the second day. That’s a good little girl How does that taste, huh, Tommy, that big greasy pecker in your mouth? Does that taste good? The cunts just love it; can’t get enough of it. How does that big, fat leaking prick taste?
“I’ve never had a cock in my mouth, Tommy. Shit, I’d rather die than be a cocksucker but to each his own. If that’s what you like to do, I’m not going to judge you. If you like slurping on swollen, leaky fuck sausage, that’s your business. I’m gonna grab your ears, Tommy, and I’m gonna slowly start to fuck your face, okay?”
Tommy was crying again. His tears ran from his eyes and down his cheeks where some of them dripped from his chin while others gathered on the thick, fat prick wedged in his mouth. Tommy tried to protest, but the words wouldn’t come out. He just choked on the fat, dripping dick with the slippery sliding foreskin.
“EEECCCHHH…thhhonnn…waannnn…thoooooo…thooooo…thhhhhiiith,” he wailed.
“What? You love the taste of my dick. Well, thank you, Tommy. Many a cunt has told me that, but never a guy. Stan, Tommy here says he loves the taste of my dick.”
Tommy tried to pull away, but Dino had him by the ears.
“I’m going to fuck your face now, Tommy, just like it was a twat. You’re going to have to relax your throat because I’m going to fuck balls deep. I hate someone who teases your dick and then won’t take it all the way. You’re making my dick feel real good, Tommy, and I’m going to be really good to you in return. Just you remember that. You be good to me. I’ll be good to you. Now, brace yourself and relax your throat cause I like to fuck real hard and real deep.”
Dino slammed his dick deep into Tommy’s throat. Tommy gagged and choked and swallowed dripping dick. The fat cockhead was lodged in his throat. The big smelly jock balls slapped against his chin.
“Come on, pussyface, suck while I fuck. Give me a good ride. Oh shit, yeah. Oh fuck, your tight throat is tight as a ten-year-old twat. Oh fuck, yeah, that feels good. Oh yeah, there, there. Yeah, now move your tongue along the bottom of my dick. That’s it. Oh yeah, keep those lips tight on my dick stalk. You’ll be doing this like a professional cock whore in no time. Come on you fucking slut, you pussy cunt, dick drain, you fucking cum gutter. Take this big dick. Take this big, beautiful, delicious dick. You want my dick, bitch. You want my dick, bitch. You know it. Suck out that cum. Come on, cunt, suck out that cum. Oh yeah, close, so close. I’m gonna shoot a gallon of fuck, nice thick, creamy fuck for my bitch. Does my bitch want my cum? Is she thirsty? Does my bitch want my baby sauce? Here it comes, twatface. Swallow it. Swallow every fucking drop. Don’t let me down now. Gargle that fuck snot. Swallow it, cumwhore. Swallow it, bitch. Swallow it all. Don’t let one fucking drop out, you piece of fuck shit, you goddamned cum rag, you faggot faced, pussy lipped, slop sucker you…ooohhh…suck it!”
Dino arched his back, thrust his finely sculpted ass forward, and slammed his ball bag against Tommy’s chin. He buried his prick as deep as it would go. He felt the big fucker pulse and swell. He felt the wild sensation of an orgasm travel down the dick. He felt his piss lips twitch. He felt the cum shooting out choking the kid, flooding the boy’s throat with cock scum. Frightened little Tommy swallowed, gagged, spit up, and swallowed again. He had to keep the scum down with that huge dick stuffed in his throat. He couldn’t breathe. His throat was as raw as his ass. His nose was buried in Dino’s lush black pubic bush. Still, the big prick pulsed and spat. Would it ever be over? Blast after blast of cum sloshed down Tommy’s gullet.
As Dino’s orgasm subsided, he whispered, “You’re a cocksucker now, Tommy. You may become a TKE, but you and I will always know that you’re a cocksucker. If I meet you twenty years from now, you’ll be married and have a nice big family, and when I smile, you’ll know I’m thinking, ‘he’s a cocksucker.’ Once you’ve sucked dick, Tommy, you’re always a cocksucker. You can never not be a cocksucker again. You see, that’s bonding, Tommy. Now, I feel close to you. I feel good. And, believe me, in the next few weeks, we’re going to have a lot more bonding.”
Tommy slid his cum-filled mouth off the fat, limp prick resting in his mouth and curled up on the floor in a fetal position. He was scared. Scared and scarred. He was a cocksucker. Would every girl he kissed taste dick in his mouth?
Dino squatted down next to the boy, his big bull balls scraping the floor and wiped the excess dick slime off in Tommy’s blond hair. Tommy just wanted to sleep — to crawl into a cave and sleep. He wanted to be left alone, alone with his guilt and his misery. Then he heard Stan’s zipper being lowered.
“This will just be between you and me, Tommy. It will go no further than this room, I promise you.”
Downstairs, Branden was led into the living room. It was rather dark and smoke filled. The brothers were doing cigars and brandy tonight. Twenty of them lounged around on sofas, on chairs, on the floor waiting for the show, the big event. But where was the girl? Branden, dressed in his little pink pouch looked around. Some of the guys whistled. Jeff silenced everyone.
“As you guys know, tonight was to be Branden’s big night his first fuck, his first pussy. However, late today I had second thoughts about it. I got scared quite frankly for Branden and for us. I know Branden is an excellent pledge and will make an excellent TKE. In spite of the hazing we give him, he is smart, talented, and a real stud. He just hasn’t put it into action yet. But suppose he failed tonight. Suppose he couldn’t get his prick up. Suppose he came early. Suppose he fucked up the fuck. Think of it, guys. Tomorrow it would be all over campus that the TKEs are lousy fucks. Our whole reputation, one hundred years as the number one stud frat in the nation, could be ruined by poor Branden here flopping in the fuck department. So I decided that we should help him out teach him how to fuck. Have him do a few dry runs so to speak before the real event. So he’s primed. He’s really ready. So tonight will be a rehearsal. A chance to bone up.”
Everyone except Branden roared with laughter. Jeff handed Branden a little blue pill.
“Here take this.”
“I don’t do drugs,” Branden protested.
“It’s not drugs. It’s Viagra to make sure you don’t embarrass me. I want you to look good.”
“I don’t need Viagra,” Branden embarrassedly whispered. Jesus, he was an eighteen-year-old kid.
“You need all the help you can get. Now take the fucking pill, before I get angry.”
Branden took the pill. He stood there in the middle of the room stupidly waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. Somebody gave him brandy.
“Calm down, big boy, give us a good show,” a friendly TKE Active said slapping Branden’s naked ass.
Suddenly the guys started singing, Here Comes the Bride.
Branden looked around at a girl was coming down the stairs. No, not a girl exactly — not a girl at all!
Down the stairs came Jared, either very drunk or very drugged. He wore high heel shoes, and every few steps one foot or the other collapsed. He wore a garter belt which held up fishnet stocking. His crotch was naked, so his fat cock and balls were on display. His nipples were rouged bright red as was his dickhead. He wore eye makeup and bright red lipstick. He had on a blond shoulder-length wig. And the most miserable look on his face that Branden had ever seen — a cross between dead and dying.
What was happening to them? What was this change? What were they doing in this frat house? Was it some kind of sickness washing over them? Were they helpless to resist? Did it mean this much to be a TKE? Or was it just good-natured college jock fun?
Jared wobbled toward him. Jeff smiled.
“Jared here volunteered to be your practice date.”
Branden swallowed. He couldn’t, wouldn’t allow himself to do queer sex of any kind. He would draw a line. He would not submit to that. He absolutely would not.
“Kiss your date hello, Branden,” Jeff said.
Branden leaned in and kissed Jared open-mouthed as he had been taught. Just like that, as if hypnotized, he and Jared swapped spit and twirled their tongues while the boys in the room sucked on their cigars and roared with laughter.
“Now, the first step toward intimacy is necking and petting. Make yourselves comfortable on those pillows, kids. Put on some nice romantic music for them. Don’t be shy. Keep kissing. Show us, Branden, that you know how to do it.”
In front of the frat members, Branden and Jared, two healthy, normal, eighteen-year-old college boys, made out. That’s what they did. They made out while Jeff controlled events by making suggestions.
“Lick each other’s faces. That’s it. Now nibble some ear. Great, now suck each other on the neck and give each other hickeys.”
The two pledges were so humiliated they were numb. Well, almost numb, the Viagra slowly went to work. Branden got an erection from Jared rubbing and pinching his nipples. Once the fucking dick was hard, the Viagra made it so sensitive that he could hardly stand it. It pulsed and throbbed as it poked its way out of the pink pouch to the thunderous applause of all present. The fucking dick was out of control. Branden was getting a dripping, leaking hardon over another guy!
“Now, Jared, honey, orally stimulate Branden.”
Jared looked shocked and upset. He started to say something to Jeff but didn’t. He just stared.
“Orally stimulate Branden or do I place a phone call to your father?”
No one knew what that was about, but it worked. With a sob, Jared slid down to Branden’s waist and moved the pink pouch to one side. The big, fat eighteen-year-old erection slapped Jared in the face. At the last minute, Jeff stopped the action.
“Of course, we won’t make you actually do it. Just give his dick a couple of token kisses to show you know how to obey.”
Poor Jared, hideously made up to look like a drugged out drag queen, puckered his lips and kissed a dick for the first time in his life. The guys cheered. They cheered him on, and he kissed the dick again. He got some pre-cum on his lips. Branden was moaning, and the big prick was leaking a steady stream of slime.
“Kiss his dick five more times on the cockhead,” Jeff said.
Jared kissed until his own lips were sloppy with fuck slime.
“Now, Branden will demonstrate his fucking technique. Of course, he won’t actually fuck Jared.” There were boos. “That would be gross and queer. No, our brother will hump this two-bit slut between the legs. The cunt will hold her thighs together tightly so Branden can fuck her properly.”
The handsome, young, college boy lay on the naked back of the whored up pledge and slid his swollen prick between Jared’s legs just below the ass.
‘Is this how a pussy feels,’ Branden wondered. ‘This is not so bad. I can do this. I can get through this. It’s just like masturbating. Shit that Viagra is really something. My dick feels on fire like I could fuck all night.’
Branden fucked Jared between the legs. He fucked hard, his big balls slapping the smaller boy’s flesh. The gang cheered. Jeff was proud. Jared buried his head in the pillows and sobbed. The guys were yelling in a chorus.
“Fuck deeper. Fuck harder. Get that prick in there.”
Branden did his best to comply. He wanted to belong, wanted to be a man, wanted to be a TKE. They watched him slam into Jared. They watched his muscular ass globes tighten and heard him scream from the force of the strongest orgasm he had ever had. They saw him buck as he spurted slop between his pledge mate’s thighs. He pulled out and rolled over. Fuck, he had never felt like this. He had never felt so hot and so sexed up. Not with Julie. Not with any twat. What was it? His dick wouldn’t go soft. It stood up from his groin like a fucking flagpole spitting dick drool.
“Look at that dick. It must be nine inches or more. Beat your meat. Jerk off for us. Do it again.”
Branden couldn’t help himself He was a slave to the situation, to the Viagra, to the intoxication of his frat brothers, to the TKE. He grabbed his prick and pumped. He grabbed it with both hands and yanked as if he would pull the fucking thing off. He bucked his hips and grunted with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. The guys clapped and chanted. Even Jared rolled over and watched. Branden seemed possessed. He slapped and hit his prick. He pinched and pulled it. He yelled and screamed as a second load spurted from his pisshole, a big fucking geyser of pecker cream. It splashed on his chest, his face, even on Jared, who looked on drugged and humiliated, his mascara streaking his face, his thighs sticky with boy cum. Branden growled like an animal as the second orgasm subsided, but the big fucker still would not go down.
“Again! Again!” they guys yelled.
Branden masturbated his prick raw that night. Five times they made him cum until nothing came out, and it was a dry cum. And still, his eighteen-year-old boy prick felt larger than usual, more sensitive, as it swung heavily between his legs. The guys gave him congratulatory slaps on the back. He felt very good. He felt for the first time as if he belonged. That was all part of the plan, of course.
They also told Jared what a good job he had done, and even the small, dark-haired boy was sucked in by their jocularity and warmth. They stumbled downstairs and joined Kyle in their single bed feeling good about themselves, good about the TKE in spite of the humiliation, in spite of the sick sex. That too was part of the slick style of the hazing. It cradled and clobbered, stroked and slapped, building up hopes and then shattering them. Tommy did not come down to the basement that night. He spent most of the night with his mouth full.
They woke the pledges at five a.m. with a pail of cold water. Their three naked bodies were intertwined like lovers — bare-assed eighteen-year-old boy lovers. Jared still had lipstick smears on his face. All three boys had piss hardons, although Branden’s raw dick was more swollen from the previous evening’s extended activity. All through the night, Branden, even in his sleep, still felt the effects of the Viagra. The cold water doused their hopes and dreams. Another day of hazing had begun. Lee, the Asian TKE Active was in charge of this morning’s fun and games. The boys were shocked to reality. They looked at each other with guilt, apologies, and shame in their eyes for anything they might have done or might have to do to each other as part of the initiation this third day. They were beginning to understand. Lee smiled down brightly at them.
“Whew, you stink. Hey, wait, before you boys get out of bed this morning, I want you to help Kyle here with a little project. Kyle wants to be a male model, and we’re helping him with a website, but we’ve been told that his nipples aren’t developed enough for professional model work.”
This was stupid of course as Kyle already had overly large half-dollar-sized nipples riding on his muscle boy pecs. In fact, he was very shy and sensitive about his big, fat udders. But that didn’t stop Lee.
“So, for the next twenty minutes, I want you boys to suck on Kyle’s tits just like baby pigs sucking on fresh milk-filled sow tit. You do a good job now and suck real hard as hard as you can. Just pretend it’s your girlfriend’s tits. Kyle will be ever so grateful. Kyle, won’t you politely ask your fellow pledges to please suck on your big sow teats so they can be milked?”
Kyle’s muscular body was the largest in the small bed, so the other two boys were somewhat draped over him. They averted their eyes to help him with his shameful plea.
“Please, guys,” he said with a slight tremor in his voice so unlike the big bruiser, “please, will you suck on my big, fat sow teats? They really need to be milked.”
The two eighteen-year-old college freshmen put their mouths on the chest of the third boy. Each found a soft, fat, pink nipple and began to suckle it. Kyle at once went ballistic. His tits were so sensitive he couldn’t stand it.
“Oh, shit, oh, fuck, please, I can’t stand it. Please, no more. You’re driving me fucking nuts.”
His hands clawed at the mattress and gripped it He legs thrashed, as his morning piss hard swung back and forth. It was worse than being tickled.
“Just for twenty minutes, we don’t want to overdo it,” Lee said.
The other TKE Actives in attendance laughed. Poor Kyle almost lost his mind in those twenty minutes. He sobbed like a little baby. It was quite a funny sight really. A big college muscle jock sobbing, begging mewling, and moaning. What a fucking pussy. Soon his nipples were red and raw, but the boys were told to keep on sucking. Kyle’s big, fat dick was leaking pre-cum, which bubbled out of the stretched foreskin and dribbled down the stalk.
“Look, Kyle must like it, he’s drooling dick lube. Why don’t you boys help him out? Reach down and jack his dick for him while you suck his tits.”
With hesitant hands, Branden and Jared, who quite frankly were grateful not to be suffering themselves, reached down and grabbed the big fuck slab of the jock. Both their hands fit around the long, thick cock, but it was awkward, so Lee suggested that one pledge massage Kyle’s big, fat balls while the other frigged prick.
Kyle was hysterical. The sensation was just too intense for him. It was fucking painful not a pleasure at all. The two other pledges who wanted to avoid any further humiliation and abuse pumped his prick and rolled his balls as they sucked his big, fat, pink sore nipples. Lee and some of the TKE Actives produced cameras and snapped photos of the three naked college freshmen having a little morning fun. Finally, Kyle’s big feet pressed flat against the mattress, and he arched his body. He screamed a throaty animal scream and twisted his handsome, tough face into a mask of agony. His fat, plum-sized dickhead pulsed and the veins in the cock stalk looked about to burst as his nuts tightened up against his cock root. His piss hole opened, and a fucking geyser of cum spurted out up in the air and onto the two other pledges. Cum splattered Branden’s face, cum covered Jared’s chest. Cum pooled in Kyle’s bellybutton. Kyle’s cum soaked the bed. These shots would be a great addition to Kyle’s unofficial website.
The exhausted boys were dragged out of bed and stood at attention. They looked terrible, unshaven, except for Branden, ragged and worn out with dark circles under their eyes. Kyle’s nipples looked seriously raw and stuck out an inch from his chest. Lee examined them.
“Excellent work, boys. You will suck Kyle’s pig teats every day for twenty minutes in the morning and twenty minutes at night. Within one week, I want them standing out two inches! Is that clear?”
Lee flicked Kyle’s swollen titty buds. Kyle groaned in pain. He was worried that if they stretched and worked his nipples, he wouldn’t be able to go shirtless anymore, and he was so fucking proud of his body, but he knew he couldn’t speak out now. At another time, he would express his concerns to Lee.
“We’ve decided to help you little girls face the onset of puberty by helping you to focus on the wonders of your titties and clits. We don’t want Kyle here to be the only cunt with sensitive tit bags. Fuck no, so we’re going to help you all out.”
Two TKE Actives dressed in boxer shorts and nothing else, their hair still messy from sleep, produced squares of sandpaper. They approached Branden and Jared and without much ado began to sandpaper the boy’s nipples.
“Oh, fuck, oh, shit,” lamented Branden as his tits were filled with both burning pain and a kind of sexual excitement. It was as if his nipples were on fire.
“Come on guys, oh, Christ, that’s enough…please...please,” Jared moaned.
For speaking without permission, both boys were immediately bent bare-assed over the bed and given five brutal swats with the frat paddle on their naked butts. They cried like babies. Then they stood at attention without protest as the nipple sanding continued.
Kyle didn’t protest. He just whimpered and bit his lower lip as tears rolled down his handsome face as Lee brushed the sandpaper over his already raw nipples.
“Just a little bit for you, those nipple tips seem really sore already. I’m sure we’ll get milk soon. I love your big, fat sow teats, Kyle. They remind me so much of cunt jugs. You got tits like a fucking twat, Kyle and all the muscle exercise in the world won’t help that.”
Next, the pledges had their dickheads sandpapered. Not too much just until little red dots appeared on the prickhead flesh, just enough to stop self-abuse and give them nice swollen clitties or so Lee said. The boys fell to their knees as their tender cockheads were lightly rubbed. Now all three battered boys had hard pricks even Branden who had been milked dry the previous night.
“All right, boys, time for a little morning hygiene. Can’t have you going to class dirty. Lift your right arms, boys. Now, Jared, you lick Kyle’s armpit clean. Kyle, you lick Branden’s, and Branden you lick little Jared’s swamp pit clean. And do a thorough job. You don’t want any more swats.”
Branden had taken a shower the previous evening, so his pits were just mildly rank, but the other two boys had not been allowed to wash for two days, nor had they used deodorant. Do you know how stinky and sweaty college boy armpits get? Do you know what it’s like to be forced to stick your face into such a disgusting, muscular armpit and have to lick it and suck the wet forest of hair that grows there? Could you ever participate in such a gross, disgusting activity?
Next, they had to tongue clean each other’s left armpits. Then they had to tongue kiss each other deeply. They also had to kiss while they pissed and shit. When the pledge squatted to shit, he had to tongue kiss another pledge. He couldn’t stop kissing until he was through shitting. Then the third pledge got to wipe his ass. In this way, a boy’s body clock and even his toilet training habits are broken down. Slowly his entire system starts to unlearn every function it had taken years to incorporate. It’s like being reduced to babyhood once again. Or in this case, one-step closer to turning healthy normal teenage jocks into fuck slut pussy cunts.
Now, the boys were given breakfast. This morning it was cereal in their doggie bowls with sugar and milk and banana. Before they ate, each pledge held up his bowl for the TKE Actives to spit into it. Nobody gagged. The cunts were learning. Jared was assigned to empty the piss and shit pails. Kyle was ordered to clean the upstairs kitchen, and Branden went upstairs to wake up his Pledge Master, Jeff.
Upstairs, Tommy was awakened from an eight-hour slumber by a naked foot rubbed across his cute, young, smooth face. Dino inserted his big toe into Tommy’s mouth.
“Come on, sleepy head, time to wake up,” Dino whispered.
Tommy came around slowly, the effects of the previous night’s drugs and booze making his actions a distant blur. He preferred not to think about what he had done or about what he had had in his mouth. It was all part of the hazing. It would all be over soon. Soon he’d be back fucking cunt and laughing about all this. He had been allowed to sleep on the floor beside Dino’s bed with his head resting on a pile of Dino’s dirty gym clothes. It was a lot better than the cramped single bed downstairs. Maybe it was worth it to give certain “special favors” if he could avoid beatings and abuse for the next couple of weeks.
Dino fucked his big toe in and out of the boy’s mouth. Tommy opened his eyes and looked up at the naked hunk sitting on the edge of the bed above him. The jock’s fat Italian prick and hefty nuts hung over the bed and swung as the TKE Active moved his leg so his toe would fuck the boy’s face. Jesus, Dino had a huge, stinking prick. Even flaccid it was just a motherfucking animal dick. If you’ve ever seen a big thick-skinned Italian dick, you know what I mean. Tommy felt the toenail scrape his lips as the toe fucked into his mouth.
“Come on, Tommy.” Dino smiled down at him while he scratched his naked hair covered stomach. “Be a good boy. That’s it, that’s it.”
Tommy began to suck on the big toe in his mouth. He was sucking a guy’s toe. What the fuck had happened to him? While Tommy was sucking on the fucking toe, a shadow crossed his face. He looked in the other direction to see the ever-present Stan standing over him with only a bath towel wrapped around his pale, naked body. Stan lifted one foot and put it on Tommy’s face and rubbed.
“Morning, Tommy, how’s our favorite little pledge this morning?” he asked.
Tommy could see up beneath Stan’s towel to his low hanging, slender balls, and his thin, long pale dick. This was guy stuff. Stuff that they had promised him would never be spoken about outside of this room. Stan stood back, scratching his right pec. Dino’s toe was removed from the pledge’s sucking mouth, and the spit wiped across his face.
“How are you feeling this morning, Tommy? You slept a long time. You’re supposed to wake me in the morning not the other way around.”
Dino laughed, and Tommy knew it was okay and that he wouldn’t get an ass thwacking for it. He smiled too, a weak, sort of crooked half smile, but it was his first smile in days. Maybe these guys did like him. Maybe they would protect him.
Stan threw himself into an armchair and lit a cigarette. He brought his legs up and draped them over the arms of the chair spreading his crotch wide open with his long, low balls and prick hanging there to remind Tommy of what he had done with his mouth the night before.
“You know, Stan and I’ve been talking. We were going to have you wait until this evening for the second part of your loyalty training session with us, you know, like last night.”
Tommy didn’t want to think about last night but how could he forget? He would never forget that he had been turned into a cocksucker.
“I know how easily intimidated you pledges are. You always think every part of your hazing is going to be much worse than it actually is so that you freak out over nothing and all day you go around worrying about tonight and would not be able to concentrate on your classes or anything.”
Fuck! This was the first Tommy had even heard about a second session. What had he missed? What the fuck kind of drug had them given him?
“You’d fret all day over what doesn’t even amount to a hill of beans. Just a little further test of your brotherly devotion and loyalty, so we thought we’d get it over with now and that way you could have a happy day without a care in the world. How about that, Tommy?”
The bare-assed boy on the floor looked up at his superiors.
“I’m just a fucking pledge, sir. I’ll do whatever you think best,” he responded.
Dino smiled and ran one hand through his mop of black hair.
“That’s the attitude, Tommy. No more paddlings for you. You’re on the right track now. You do whatever I want. That’s the ticket. We’re going to be good buddies. Me telling you what to do, and you doing it, right?”
“Right, sir,” Tommy answered back feeling a little sick in his stomach.
“Right, well, the second part of your training is nothing really, just a little something, not anything traumatic like last night. Last night was a real test of loyalty for you, and you passed with flying colors. We’re both very proud of you. Today’s lesson is just a little nothing, just a little show of devotion. You know, Stan and I watched how you pledges kissed each other the other night with so much warmth and devotion. There was nothing sexual or queer about it. It was just an honest brotherly tongue kiss. We got a little jealous, and we thought we’d like for you to kiss us that way.”
Wow. No problem, a piece of cake. Tommy could do that. If he could get off with just kissing these two dudes, he could do that. He got up on his knees. His smile was honest and full now.
“Yes, we thought we would like you to kiss us that way with a nice, deep, tongue kiss on our assholes!”
Tommy’s mouth hung open as if he was a retard. He couldn’t believe, couldn’t even comprehend what he had just heard. He looked from brother to brother. Stan spread his legs a little further apart, and now Tommy could see the boy’s puckered, brown hair, ringed asshole beneath and behind the saggy balls. That’s why he was sitting that way. Christ Almighty, these guys were fucking perverts! Tommy panicked. He had to do something. What could he do, what could he do?
Dino lay back on his bed and then lifted and spread his massive legs. His huge feet hung in the air as he grabbed his thighs and spread himself.
“Come on, Tommy, be a good little pledge and give me a nice kiss.”
Tommy couldn’t even see Dino’s ass ring. The fucking Italian dick and balls were too big.
“I don’t think I can,” Tommy said gagging at the thought.
“Of course, you can, of course, you can, Tommy. We learned that last night. We learned that you can do whatever you’re told to do. Just don’t think about it just do it. Make your mind blank or if it will help, pretend you’re kissing the mouth of an absolutely fabulous cunt. Some really hot chick. Make believe my asshole is her mouth. That should make it easier for you. It’s not my dirty, sweaty asshole you’re kissing. It’s some sexy chick’s mouth.”
Tommy moved in. He could smell the ball and ass sweat. He closed his eyes as he tried to picture some girl’s full-lipped mouth, but the smell was too strong.
“Come on, Tommy, you don’t want any more blisters on your cute, little butt, do you? I could have Stan fetch the paddle.”
Tommy reached out and lifted the huge balls and prick out of the way. He brought his face up close to the asshole. It was a brown-pink with dark curly hair around it. It was a man’s fucking asshole, and he was supposed to kiss it. Tommy puckered his lips, and repressing the urge to puke, he kissed the corrugated flesh of the ass pucker. It tasted bitter and salty and smelled musty.
“That won’t do, Tommy. That won’t do at all. Come on now, don’t get me pissed. A nice, long, open-mouthed kiss like you did for your pledge brothers and with your girlfriends. Hurry up now.”
Tommy moved in and opened his mouth. He felt Dino’s fuck sack resting on the side of his face and felt the big prick twitch. He pressed his mouth against the stinking shithole. What does it take to get a nice, young, eighteen-year-old boy to kiss another guy’s asshole, fear, an inner submissive nature? Would you kiss a college jock’s dirty asshole for anything in the world? It unthinkable, isn’t it? Tommy did it.
“Better, Tommy, much better. Now just lick your tongue up and down my ass crack for me. Come on, almost finished. Do a good job. Make me proud.”
Tommy licked up and down the ass crack. It wasn’t as bad as the asshole itself. He licked up behind the balls as they lay across his forehead. He licked down to the rectum hole moving his tongue back and forth over the hole and then licked behind the hole until his cute blond head was buried in the mattress.
“Good…oh… that feels so good, Tommy. I love to have my asshole kissed, but so many cunts won’t do it because they think it’s gross. You don’t think its gross, do you, Tommy, to help out a frat brother by kissing his asshole? Now kiss the hole again, but this time stick your tongue into the asshole. Shove your tongue up my shitter.”
Tommy was terrified he would get shit on his tongue, but what could he do? Oh, god, if he tasted any shit he would die. He would have to quit the fucking fraternity and drop out of school. He pushed his pointed pink tongue against the asshole pucker. It wouldn’t go in easily. He had to prod and poke until finally, his tongue slid inside the ring of sweaty ass flesh. He felt his tongue lodged in the warm moist asshole. He smelled ass sweat and body stink and something else. Oh, god, he hoped it wasn’t shit.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Yeah, yeah, get that tongue way up there. Stick your tongue up my asshole. Wiggle your tongue. Come on, you little slut. You know you fucking love it. You love kissing a frat boy’s asshole. Now keep your tongue up my shithole, press your lips against the asshole and suck, suck as hard as you can. Suck ass, Tommy boy. You’re already a cocksucker so you might as well be an ass sucker. Don’t be shy. Suck Dino’s pretty ass. You know you got it easy compared to the other pledges. You ought to see what they’re making Branden do. It’s all part of the hazing the initiation. It’ll be over in just a few weeks. Come on, suck my ass, you motherfucking toilet mouth twat brain. Suck that ass good, or I’ll fucking paddle your fucking ass off. Oh, shit, this beats fucking twat. I swear to God there’s nothing like getting your ass sucked.”
Suddenly Dino dropped his legs.
“Here, I’ll make it easier for you. My fucking legs are getting tired. Get on the bed on your back.”
Dino stood on the bed and then squatted over Tommy’s red, sweaty face.
“Here, now I can just sit down right on your ass sucking face so you can just lay there really comfortable and suck my asshole. Dino sat on the boy’s face. It wasn’t easy for Tommy to breathe that way, but nobody cared. Tommy’s face was a toilet seat for Dino’s hunky, hairy Italian ass. Dino bounced on Tommy’s face.
“Come on, ass sucker, get going.”
Dino’s fucking huge balls and cock hung over Tommy’s chin. Tommy was tasting shit now no doubt about it. He was slurping up the ass juices from Dino’s inner ass lining. Tommy knew he wasn’t even human anymore, why should he be? Pledges aren’t human they’re scum — ass sucking scum. Dino sighed and smiled at Stan who sat across the room frigging his big dick.
“Oh, Stan, wait until you feel his mouth on your asshole, you’ll fucking freak. It’s the best man. The very best, and then after the shit wipe sucks our asses real good, we’ll have to review last night’s lessons, don’t you think? Don’t you think you’d like your dick sucked?”
“Jeff, sir, time to wake up.”
Branden stood naked at the bedside of his Pledge Master. The boy had no underwear at all today. It was being washed in a toilet full of fraternity piss. Branden didn’t know if he was allowed to touch the senior or not. Jeff lay naked beneath a single white sheet that clung to his muscular, masculine frame. He had a morning hard-on that tented up the sheet.
“Sir,” Branden whispered again nudging the sleeping stud on the smooth tan shoulder slightly.
“Huh? What? Oh, fuck.”
Jeff stretched showing off his hard, strong chest, his well-developed arms, and his deep armpits. He smiled up at Branden.
“Hey, how’s it going, dude? Oh, fuck, what a night.”
One hand went down beneath the sheet and grabbed his fat, full boner rubbing it.
“After we put you guys to bed last night, we drank heavily, and then I had to go over to a fucking sorority house. They had a virgin pledge over there who needed her first frat boy dick up her. I fucked the frightened bitch three times stretching her pussy out good.”
Jeff laughed and kicked down the sheets. He wasn’t like Branden. He certainly wasn’t shy about being naked. Maybe this was the lesson they were trying to teach the pledges. Pride in their own bodies. Pride in sexuality instead of pussy boy fear and shame.
“Man, I fucked her so deep and so hard that she screamed she didn’t want to be a sorority sister anymore. She said would drop out, but it was a little fucking late for that. She had ten inches of prick in her split open pussy, so she’s crying and calling for mommy. The other twats are laughing, and I’m slamming my prick in so deep that I think I’m gonna see it coming out of the fucking cunt bitch’s fucking mouth. I never even learned her fucking name. I just kept calling her twat and bitch. Now that she’s broken open, she’ll be a much more cooperative pledge. They’ve arranged for four niggers to fuck her tonight. Wait ‘til she gets a load of that big, black dick. Those brothers won’t stop fucking her until she’s a fucking cum rag.”
Branden stood there bare-assed by the side of the bed watching Jeff stroke his piss hard. Jeff looked over and smiled.
“You did really well last night, shot some massive loads. You need to know about waking me up in the morning though. You know how I like to wake up?”
Branden felt the now familiar hazing tension course through his body.
“I would like it if you would gently and quietly crawl beneath my sheets from the foot end and then gently lick my balls until I wake up. I love to have my balls licked. Do you think you could do that for me starting tomorrow morning, lick my fuck sacks until I wake up? I sure would like that.”
“God, Jeff, I don’t know. I mean that’s pretty queer.”
“No, it’s not, Branden. It’s not queer because neither of us is homos. It’s just hazing games — tests of willpower and submission. Shit, you know I love chicks. And even though you haven’t had your dick in any pussy yet and you’re already eighteen, I believe you when you tell me you’re not a faggot fairy cocksucker, so it’s just something you gotta do to prove your loyalty. And it will feel so good to me. Now, can you do that for me starting tomorrow, lick my balls for me until I wake up?”
Branden looked at the floor.
“Yes, sir, I can.”
“Good, great, well, I have a big surprise for you.”
Jeff jumped out of bed his big fat prick swinging. You don’t have to put up with any hazing shit today. You don’t even have to go to classes. You can take the whole day off with your special visitor.”
“My special visitor, sir?”
“Yeah, you got a visitor, and I want you two to have a wonderful day. Show him the town go out and eat to the movies. Whatever you want and the treat is on the TKE.”
Jeff stood there smiling, scratching his balls.
“Here take my Polaroid camera and get some fun pictures as you show him the town.”
“Show who the town, sir?”
Branden was really confused.
“Last night, after you went to bed, the doorbell rings and standing there is this adorable kid, about fourteen or so, says he’s your brother.”
“Nick? Nick is here. What’s he doing here?”
“He looked a bit upset, so I asked him in. He said he had a fight with your old man, so he had to get away from home for a few days.”
“Oh, shit, he’s always fighting with the conservative old asshole. Is Nick all right? I mean, did he seem all right?”
“Well, he was really anxious to see you, but I told him you were sleeping. I sent him over to your dorm and told him he could sleep there as you were bunking here. He’s waiting for you there this morning. I want you two guys to have a really nice time.”
“Can I…eh…go then?”
Branden missed his little brother something awful, and this was a great surprise.
“Well, I think you better shower and shave first. Use my bathroom, and I’ve got a clean change of clothes for you.”
“Thank you, sir,” Branden said sincerely.
“There’s just one thing. Since you’re missing a whole day of hazing, I do want you to do one little thing for me. I want a nice Polaroid photo of the kid’s balls.”
“You want what?”
“I want a nice shot of his nut sack and of his fourteen-year-old dick. I want some shots of him bare-ass naked on the bed.”
“What are you talking about?”
“After your nice day together, after dinner tonight, you get the kid a little high, we’ll provide the booze, and then you slip this sleeping pill into his drink. When he’s knocked out, you strip him and take a few photos for our archives. He’ll never know, and it’s no big deal.”
“He’s fourteen years old, it’s a big deal. I can’t take photos of a naked fourteen-year-old kid, especially not my own brother.”
“Sure you can. And you will. And since you’re being such a prick about it, after I was so nice to you, I’m going to make it a little tougher on you. You’ll take some shots of your brother’s body with his legs spread and then some close ups of his asshole. Then you will strip and crawl in bed with him and set the timer on the camera to get some shots of you in bed together, and in one shot, you will hold his dick in your hand. Next, you will crawl up and take a nice photo of your dick resting on the kid’s face with your cockhead right at his lips, and then one with your dickhead inside his lips just a bit. You will do this, and they better be satisfactory, or we’ll have to do it again tomorrow night. And remember your Uncle’s rule, if you don’t make the TKE, you don’t get money for tuition. You’re out on your ass, Branden. Now, get the fuck going. I expect to see some quality jerk off photos!”
The three pledges were shaving. Tommy, who looked hollow-eyed and out of it, Jared, who just looked messy and tired, and Kyle, who had one pair of big, fat, sore, motherfucking tits. The TKE Actives had pulled and tugged his nipples all day until he screamed if anyone even touched the titty buds. The three pledges didn’t seem like such macho dudes anymore, not so much like cocky college boys, more like cunt boys and fucked up, fucked over pussies. Only three days in, not even to the heavy stuff yet, and the boys looked beaten. Christ, what are boys made of nowadays? Were these tough college jocks or twat-brained panty boys?
After classes, the boys had spent most of the afternoon cooking. Five of the TKEs were having girlfriends over for dinner. The pledges had to cook bare-assed because their dirty shared underpants were so stiff and rank they were not allowed in the kitchen. After the cooking was finished, the boys needed to be cleaned up so they could serve dinner. They were herded into an upstairs shower and instructed to scrub each other down. They were forbidden to wash themselves, so they had to soap up and clean off each other. They hardly felt stupid at all feeling and rubbing each other’s dicks and balls since they were getting used to the embarrassing humiliation. Some of the TKEs noticed this and had a meeting They decided they couldn’t have the pledges getting comfortable. They were obviously too easy on them.
It was a bit more difficult for the pledges to wash each other’s asses. To stick your finger, soapy or not, into another guy’s asshole is not easy for a straight boy to do. Each teen boy closed his eyes as his buddy fingered and cleaned his cruddy shithole. Their dicks grew a bit thicker from the fingering too, but the boys pretended not to notice. They were learning how to deal with being less than human. Kyle’s tits were so sore they couldn’t even be touched, so, of course, the TKEs insisted they be scrubbed with a scrub brush. The big jock was reduced to a sobbing cunt as he knelt in the shower crying as the water cascaded down over him as his pledge brothers scrubbed his raw nipples.
Now it was shaving time. Each of the pledges was instructed to help shave another pledge, first their faces and then, to their embarrassment, their legs and chests. This, of course, would be noticed in the college locker room but then so would the world Pledge, which was written across each boy’s chest so it would be understood and excused as college pranks. The boys had to shave each other’s balls. It was terribly hard to have to hold another guy’s nut bag and shave the hair from it. Then each boy had to kneel ass up and spread his ass cheeks while the other two pledges shaved his crack and the hair from around his asshole. The TKEs watched with satisfaction as the pledges worked in silence too humiliated even to make feeble jokes. The frat brothers told the boys they would have to keep themselves shaved this way until the end of the hazing period and that even if a single body hair was found on them, they would be punished harshly. Next, the boys had their prick bushes trimmed. Each boy was allowed a prick bush one inch high and two inches wide above his dick that was it. The prick hair was to be trimmed to one-third of an inch. The prick bush design was to be in the shape of a triangle rising from the dick root. Any infraction of this would mean losing the prick bush entirely.
The naked pledges returned to the kitchen to boys assemble the dinner for serving, and then they got dressed to serve it. Red bow ties, that’s all just red bow ties. Otherwise, they were completely bare-ass naked serving five college jocks and their girlfriends. The girls howled with laughter when the three bare-assed pledges, dicks swinging, lined up to serve dinner. When the pledges served the various courses some of the girls would tug on their cocks or flick their ballbags.
”You like playing with those little pledge dicks, huh, baby?” Dino asked his date.” Well, I’ve got a big Italian fuck tool to ram up your twat after dinner.”
His girl blushed.
“Oh, Dino, must you talk so dirty all the time?”
“Hey, baby, the truth, do you want my big, fat, dripping dick or not?”
The sorority cunt became even redder in the face as her friends giggled.
“Oh, Dino, you know I do,” she said at last.
“Then say it. Tell me you want my big, drooling, Italian dick.”
The bitch chewed her lips for a bit before she replied quietly, “I want your big, drooling, Italian dick.”
“Louder, cunt, say it louder so everyone can hear.”
“I WANT YOUR BIG DROOLING ITALIAN DICK, OKAY?”
Now, she was really humiliated.
“Where do you want it? Where do you want my big, fat dick?”
She looked at the floor.”
In my vagina. I want it in my vagina.”
“In your what, bitch? Look holes like you’re a dime a dozen now. If you wanna be my girlfriend, you better get with it. Say the words I wanna hear.”
“I want you big, fat dick in my cunt, in my fuckhole.”
The girl was miffed. Why did Dino have to ruin every nice date with his foul, dirty mouth and his fucking degenerate sexual lust? She wanted to cry. She was proud to be the jock’s girlfriend, but she had to endure such abuse. Is that how all guys are with girls?
“What do you want me to do with my dick after dinner, bitch?”
“I want you to fuck me, Dino. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”
The other TKEs laughed, and even the pledges were impressed that Dino knew how to treat a twat.
“Take out your tits,” Dino ordered.
The guys chuckled because the cunt had tears in her eyes as she bared her big udders for the guys to look at while they ate. The other girls felt bad for her, but they didn’t interfere lest they too are dragged into the game.
The three pledges knelt and ate table scraps fed to them from the greasy fingers of the TKEs. The guys decided to see who had bigger nipples, Kyle or Dino’s twat, so they had to compare tits. Kyle was very red in the face. The twat’s were larger, so the two other pledges had to suck Kyle’s tits for ten minutes while the big jock cried silently from the horrible pain.
Now, the three boys had a jack off contest with the girls betting on who would cum first. There they stood in the dining room beating their meat while the TKEs ate dessert. It was particularly awful to have to jack off in front of the girls. For some reason, Tommy shot first spraying the floor with fuck. Kyle came in second. To punish Jared for being third, Dino made him jack off his dick over a dish of ice cream. The dark haired teen shot a huge load all over the chocolate ice cream. His big dick spit and spit sloppy strings of fuck.
Because Jared came last, the girls decided his punishment would be to eat the ice cream. Poor Jared looked mortified. He stood there bare-ass naked with his stubby, thick prick drooling fuck slime down one leg and begged them not to make him eat the fuck sauce ice cream. Of course, they were unrelenting, and all watched as he slurped up the slime and ice cream.
While Tommy served coffee, Dino decided to show off the boy’s ass, so he had the kid bend over and spread his ass cheeks and then proceeded to shove half a dozen grapes up Tommy’s asshole. Tommy closed his eyes and bit his lip sniffing back tears of humiliation, but the game wasn’t quite over. Next, the TKEs had Tommy climb upon the table and squat and shit out the grapes onto a plate then they ordered the three pledges to each eat two grapes.
The pledges felt confused and disoriented, especially in front of girls. They had always been swaggering, loudmouthed studs in front of girls ever since they were thirteen-year years old. Now suddenly they were reduced to babies — worse animals.
The girls just about burst a gut laughing. Dino’s girl was most happy to get the attention off of her. She ran into the kitchen and returned with a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce. She ordered Tommy to bend over and squeezed chocolate sauce up his rectum, and then she ordered Jared to suck the chocolate sauce out of the other pledge’s asshole. Jared put his mouth to Tommy’s asshole while the other boy knelt on the table. It felt strange and alien to have his lips on a boy’s asshole. He tried to pretend it was a twat that he had his mouth on, a girl’s pussy, as he sucked the chocolate sauce that squirted into his mouth, which reminded him of shit and he gagged. It was really gross. Dino warned him not to puke in the dining room. Jared sucked chocolate sauce from the teenage boy asshole. The hot hard young ass cheeks closed over his face surrounding and smothering his face. He couldn’t quite understand that he had another boy’s ass on his face. How had he allowed this? How had he come this far in so short a time? What was going on?
Next, Dino ordered Kyle to stick his big, thick finger up Tommy’s asshole to scoop out any remaining chocolate sauce and suck the chocolate sauce off his finger.
To really clean Tommy out, he had to lie on the table, and a funnel from the basement was shoved in his ass, and then warm coffee was poured into the funnel, and the boy moaned and sputtered uttering little sobs as his guts filled with coffee. When he was begging them to please stop he was ordered to squat over a big bowl and shit out the coffee. There he was, the champion swimmer, blond and beautiful, lithe and smooth, muscular and young, squatting over a bowl shitting out a coffee enema as his balls and dick dangled.
Well by now, the TKEs were on their third brandy and getting a bit rowdy, so they made each pledge drink some of the coffee enema from the bowl. All three boys got sick and ran to the bathroom to puke. They returned bare-assed and a bit green in the face to receive five swats each with the paddle on their bare butts for puking.
Poor Tommy was so worn out that he could hardly walk, and he sank to his knees. This gave the boys another idea. They let the girls ride the boys around the house. The bare-assed teenage boys crawled while the twats rode on their backs swatting their bare butts with paddles. They had horse races to see which boy could crawl fastest with a cunt on his back. Poor Tommy lost, of course, and it was determined he should have his balls beaten. He had to sit on the table with his legs spread while each girl slapped his scrotum with a paddle. He was soon screaming with pain throwing his body with each ball swat.
Everybody at the dinner party had a really good time. Most guys have been hit in the balls at some time in their lives. Imagine then what it is like to get your nuts whacked over and over. Each time the horrible gut wrenching pain subsides, a new slap begins the horror all over again. Tommy was reduced to a quivering mass of fucked up boy flesh. Those who knew the teenage champion swimmer wouldn’t even have recognized this lump of mewling cunt boy curled up in a fetal position on the table. One of the girls stuck some matches beneath his toenails then lit them to give the pledge slut a real hot foot. He yelled until he was hoarse twitching on the table while the others held him down. Dino liked the match game so much that he stuck some in Tommy’s pisshole. Tommy was burbling so badly that he couldn’t even get words out anymore to beg. Dino lit the matches, and they watched in silence as they burned down to the boy’s dickhead.
“If you can piss out the flame, you won’t be hurt,” Dino said.
They watched as the poor boy tried to piss with burning matches up his dick hole. Fortunately, he was able to spurt enough piss to put out the flame, but then he was ordered to lick his piss off the tabletop.
The TKEs were extremely horny and ready to fuck their girlfriends, so the boys were herded into the basement. Kyle and Jared were tied to the single bed with each boy’s face tied into the crotch of the other boy pressing the dick and balls against his face. Tommy was put into the dog cage. As a last thought, Dino shoved the dirty red boxer shorts into Tommy’s mouth telling him to suck them clean. The boy’s arms were tied behind his back, and a banana was shoved up his asshole. Poor little Tommy had never had his asshole invaded before. He had never been fucked. This made him feel less a man than ever. He had something dick shaped in his ass. He had sucked dick and licked asshole, and now he had something up his asscunt. What was he becoming?
Across campus, in the dorms, Branden looked at the bare-ass naked form of his little brother. It hadn’t been difficult to spike the booze and get the kid drunk knocking the fourteen-year-old boy out. Branden had stripped the boy recoiling at even touching his little brother’s naked body. This was sick — really sick. Now, the babyish kid lay there naked looking young and innocent. He had run away from home after fighting with his father because he had been caught fucking his first girl. The kid’s eyes had lit up when he told Branden how wonderful his first fuck was — a nice fourteen-year-old fuck into a ten-year-old twat. It was heaven before all hell had broken loose.
Branden snapped Polaroid photos of his brother naked on the bed. He spread the kid’s legs so he could take shots of the teenage cock and balls. The boy was impressively hung. Branden set the timer and crawled into bed with the boy to lie next to his own brother. He lifted his brother’s strong leg so his own big dick and balls would show. Click. He kept telling himself he was doing this to stay in the TKE so he could stay in college and secure his future. He crawled up over his little brother’s face and knelt there resting his fat dickhead on the young boy’s full, smooth sleeping lips.
Oh, shit, he had his cock on his brother’s mouth to please his TKE Pledge Master. To show loyalty, he needed to please Jeff. To impress him, he shoved just a little, and his fat, pink dickhead slid between the smooth fourteen-year-old boy lips. He had his dick in his brother’s mouth. |Click. What the fuck more would be asked of him, demanded of him? What else could he, would he, do for the TKEs?
Branden slipped naked into the upstairs room of the fraternity president Jeff Black. He sank, of course, to his knees and as he had been instructed crawled across the floor over the dirty socks and underwear to the bed. Then he lifted the bottom of the blanket covering the jock and crawled onto the bed from the foot end. It smelled faintly of sweaty body and fuck under the covers, but Branden knew he had to complete his task. He crawled up between the jock’s naked legs until his cute eighteen-year-old face was poised over the TKE’s huge, floppy, flaccid prick, and balls. The smell of sweat was stronger here. As Branden lowered his head, he extended his tongue and began to lick the salty scrotum. It was a full, fat, fleshy ballbag with large peach-sized nuts inside. Awesome some of the cunts said. Branden licked the hairy balls with enthusiasm, lest he receive demerits. This is how Jeff Black wanted to be woken up in the morning.
Branden could still smell pussy on Jeff’s cock he must have been fucking some chick in his room last night. Still, Branden needed to be a perfect pledge so, in spite of the fact that he was certain some of the cunt slop must have leaked onto the big, fat scrotum, he kept licking at the bloated fuck bags. In a million years, Branden never thought he would ever, ever lick another dude’s balls and here he was doing it. Man, only four days in and the hazing had already changed him forever. Well, not forever, only for a few more weeks he hoped.
Jeff stirred. He stretched and spread his legs wider so Branden could really get his tongue under the fleshy part of the cum sacks. He balled his strong, young hands into fists and stretched up his muscular arms reaching toward the morning light pouring through his room window. Jeff was one fucking cute stud.
“That’s it, bitch, suck my nuts, suck those baby makers. If you do a good job, I may throw another fuck into your stretched out twat,” the jock purred as Branden licked his nuts. “Yeah, lick my ‘nads, you fucking whore, you slut, you lump of cum stuffed fuckmeat. You love my big, fat nuts, don’t you? You can’t get enough of it, can you?”
“No, thir,” Branden lisped as his tongue swiped at the sweaty hair covered balls.
“What the…” Jeff threw back the blanket and laughed. “Holy Christ, I thought you were the cheerleader slut I was porking last night. Oh, fuck!” Jeff shoved Branden’s face away from his dick and balls and scratched his nuts. “Man, you’re one good ball licker. Way to go, pledge!”
“Thank you, sir,” Branden mumbled.
As humiliation washed over Branden’s naked body, Jeff rose and padded naked into his personal bathroom.
“Hey, pledge, come on in here and hold my dick for me while I piss, will you?”
He was being tested. Branden knew he was being tested. He had to make it to keep his scholarship. He had to be a TKE. He crawled into the bathroom and knelt next to the muscular jock. Then he reached up, took the huge, limp prick in his hands and aimed the pisshole at the toilet. It felt so strange fingering another guy’s dick. The spray of piss was strong and yellow. Jeff sighed and pushed his hips forward. Piss splattered the bowl, and the kneeling Branden felt a few drops splash back onto his young body. It was awful. Like all the hazing experiences, it was awful. But young men can accommodate to awfulness, adjust to humiliation and abuse, since humans are resourceful creatures. They adapt well.
“Jesus, she was a good fuck. I might even date her again. Her pussy was really juicy and sucked at my dick if you know what I mean. Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you’re a virgin and only beat your own fucking meat. Well, this slut’s twat just about sucked the cum out of my dick. I slapped her titties real good while I plowed her too. Got them all red and dancing for me. I plucked the nipples like fucking guitar strings. She kept moaning my dick was too fucking big for her. Shit, what’s she been fucking, grade school kids? Then the fucking bitch begged me to wear a rubber. Well, I wanted to throw her out on her cheerleader ass, but it was too damn late to go out and find another cunt. I was horny as hell, so I did the unpardonable; I put on a condom for our first fuck.”
Jeff sat down on the toilet seat, and Branden, kneeling before him, heard him fart and then heard a turd hit the water.
“However, I fixed her. When she was exhausted from the first fuck, I cunt slammed her again, and the second time I didn’t wear a rubber, and I hope the fucking hole is pregnant! That’ll teach the bitch to expect guys to wear rubbers.
“Oh, Branden, buddy, I never got to clean up the room last night go out and find the used rubber, will you? It should be someplace on the floor next to the bed.”
While Jeff shit, Branden searched for the cum-filled condom. He found the dried fuck sauce covered dick sheath and brought it into to Jeff. He started to throw it into the trash basket when Jeff held up his hand.
“Wait, those fucking things are so expensive, why not save it just in case we need it? Why don’t you just put it in your mouth and clean it off?”
Branden looked at the frat president with big pleading puppy dog eyes.
“Please, sir, I don’t think…I don’t…”
Jeff farted again. The bathroom smelled like shit. He smiled.
“Just do it, pledge. Do it.”
With a shaking hand, Branden brought the stretched out, cum-filled rubber to his mouth. Dried pussy juice flaked and fell from the condom. It smelled awful. Branden gagged.
“Suck it real clean for me inside and out,” Jeff said.
He stretched out his big legs and nudged Branden with his big toes. The psychology of why boys love to humiliate and degrade other boys is a complex one. Does it make a young man feel more macho to make another suffer and grovel? Is it just damn good fun? For over a hundred years in America, and before that in Europe, the entire hazing concept has been based on making innocent, young men, and sometimes boys, do the grossest and disgusting things one can imagine. That is the basic premise of the entire game. That’s really all there is to it.
Branden’s lips closed around the fuck-filled dick sheath. He could smell Jeff’s cock on it and someone’s cunt and the bleachy smell of cum. Jeff lifted on foot, and with his big toe shoved the rubber into the pledge’s mouth. Branden tasted the slime as the dried fuck sauce grew thick and full as it mixed with his saliva. He kept gagging as he sucked on the rubber. This rubber had been worn on Jeff’s big dick when he fucked some cheerleader cunt! Now, it was in Branden’s mouth!
“That’s it. Clean it real good. Swallow all the dick snot. Don’t puke or you’ll have to lick that up, too. Good boy, good pledge, suck the dirty rubber clean. Swallow all that cock scum and pussy slime. You can do it.”
Branden was certain he would never get the foul taste out of his mouth. At last, the long thin rubber was slick and clean.
“Put it on your tongue and stick your tongue out so I can see how clean it is,” Jeff instructed.
Branden put the rubber on his tongue as if it was stretching over a dick. It felt so stupid.
“Looks good to me. Now, I want you to wear that rubber on your tongue all during your classes today. Don’t take it off your tongue until tonight. That is an order. When you talk to anyone, you’re to show them the rubber on your tongue. Do you understand?”
“Yeth, Thir,” Branden slurred his words.
“Good, leave the Polaroids of your bare-assed brother on my desk. You’re free to visit with him today between classes or whatever, but the rubber stays on your tongue. Tell him it’s a hazing stunt if you want, but keep it on.
“Oh, yeah, one more thing. I played a little joke on you. I would sooner kick a cunt out than wear a condom. I hate the fucking things. That’s not really from my fuck. No, I found that rubber in the garbage behind an old motel. You’re sucking on some dude’s dirty dick sheath, who knows, maybe from his wedding night.”
In another room, poor, blond swimmer Tommy was in an even worse predicament. He had been awakened over an hour ago with the other three pledges. As usual, a pail of ice-cold water was dumped over them. Then the bound boys had been released. Jared and Tommy had been instructed to suck on Kyle’s grotesquely stretched sore nipples for twenty minutes. The big jock was a whimpering mess. When they didn’t suck on the titties hard enough and make proper baby sucking noises, their asses were beaten with paddles. All three pledges had been forced to squat over newspaper like fucking animals and take their morning shits. Nine frat brothers watched the self-conscious, naked boys squatting and taking a shit on newspaper. The pledges had to wipe each other’s asses with newspaper, and then they were cleaned up by taking a shower under a garden hose with ice-cold water. The three had to shave each other until the only hair on their bodies was the tiny prescribed triangular patch over the prick. They were getting used to touching each other’s naked bodies. After which, Tommy had been ordered up to Dino’s room. Of course, as usual, he found Stan there. Both TKEs wore only running shorts. Dino was sitting on the edge of the bed clipping his toenails. Tommy kneeled bare-assed on the floor.
“Good morning, Pledge Tommy, and how is our favorite pledge today?”
‘I’m fine, sir, thank you.”
“Well, as you probably suspect, it’s time for the next stage in your training, or testing if you prefer. Today’s test is the most difficult, but you did such a fine job cocksucking and ass licking that I’m sure you will pass this with flying colors. Being such a bright, intelligent boy, I’m sure you know what the next stage is.”
Dino smiled his dangerous Italian smile and scratched one naked pec. Stan chuckled. Tommy knew. He knew all right. However, he didn’t want to admit it. He couldn’t face the reality of it. He couldn’t accept that they would go this far and actually do it.
“Do you know, pledge?”
Dino lifted Tommy’s face by the chin and looked into his eyes.
“No, sir,” Tommy insisted.
“Sure you do. Now, get this straight. Stan and I don’t want to do this. We won’t enjoy this, but we have to see if you’re worthy, if you truly will give any and everything to the TKE. We have to do this. It’s as uncomfortable for us as it is for you, believe me, but we have to fuck your ass!”
“Oh…god…no…sir…please…I mean you can’t be serious…I mean...”
“Shhh, you don’t want any demerits, do you pledge? That ass of yours can’t take much more beating. I’m worried about the blisters as it is. Now as I said, this is not any fun for us either. You think we like sticking our dicks into a guy’s ass? Shit, not when we can get all the fresh pussy we want, but it has to be done, so let’s get it over with and then we can get on to other less traumatic things. Okay, so why don’t you kneel on the bed here and reach back and spread your ass cheeks and show us your cunt…eh…sorry…asshole?”
Tears brimming in his eyes, Tommy shook his beautiful young blond head.
“I don’t think I can do this, sir. I really don’t.”
Dino reached out and grabbed the boy by his nipples. He squeezed until Tommy screwed up his face in agony.
“You can do this. You will do this. I am your Pledge Master, and you will not embarrass me. It’s happened to other pledges. They survived. It will hurt a bit because we’ve both got really big dicks, but you’ll get through it. Now kneel up on the fucking bed.”
Dino pulled the kid by his tits onto the bed. He stepped out of his boxers and his fat, Italian prick was already hard with pre-cum drooling out of the pisshole. The foreskin rolled back to reveal the red head and pre-cum clogged the fleshy skin.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks. I don’t want to tell you again.”
Whimpering like a hurt puppy, poor small Tommy reached back and spread his beaten ass cheeks until his pink asshole came into view pretty as a baby cunt.
“Wider,” Dino barked.
Tommy clawed at his own asshole trying to please the TKE as if pleasing him might gain some mercy. Dino laughed.
“I was gonna lubricate up real good for you, so it goes in easier, but I am so disappointed in your attitude this morning that I think I’m going to fuck you using only your tears for lube.”
The jock rubbed his leaking dick all over Tommy’s smooth, young face catching the tears and leaving pecker tracks.
“Oh…god…no…oh…no…oh…mother of god…Jesus…please…please…”
Tommy was either praying or wailing in horror. One couldn’t tell which. Neither would do any good. Dino placed the head of his huge college boy prick at the tiny, pink ass pucker. There was actually enough slime coming from the pisshole to make it a juicy entry, but the fucking cock was so huge that the pink hole was stretched almost to tearing. Tommy screamed, and it was heard all throughout the frat house. He screamed so loudly as the dickhead burst his cherry asshole that Stan shoved a dirty jock strap in the kid’s mouth to quiet him down. Tommy chewed on the filthy dick pouch and grabbed at his ass cheeks, anything to stop the horrible pain. The gigantic, fat prick worked at the pink hole. Dino pulled his cock out and then shoved it back in fully, stretching the tiny fuckhole, twisting Tommy’s pink ass lining. The ass lips folding as he was nudged and prodded by pulsing prick.
“Oh, man, this is tighter than any twat I’ve had all year even that eleven-year-old cunt we picked up that one night. Man, this is a prime pussy. She’s gonna be just fine once she relaxes into it. She is gonna be grade A cunt meat.”
Dino grabbed Tommy’s waist and tugged shoving his cock balls deep into the asshole. Tommy grunted like a stuck pig. His mouth opened and the jockstrap fell out hanging by one ass strap from his lower lips. A sound like a geyser about to explode came from his gut and Stan was certain that Dino’s prick was about to come out of the boy’s mouth. Tommy’s red eyes rolled in his head. Spit ran from his mouth onto the bed. He was impaled on almost a foot of dick. He was going to die. He could feel his asshole almost tearing.
Now that he was in balls deep, Dino began to punch fuck the slut. He pulled back and slammed forward grinding his hips against Tommy’s ass cheeks. He started to slap the ass cheeks on the out thrust. His big jock hand broke the blisters, and the ass became a mess of blood and bruises. Tommy thrust his head down into the bed and chewed on the bedsheet as his arms flailed. He couldn’t stand it. He needed it to stop. Stan moved in and held the boy still while his buddy plowed the ass as hard as he could.
“That’s it, bitch. That’s it, whore, push back, swallow that dick into your pussy. Take it, cunt. Take it, cunt, take my cock. Yeah, take this big dick!” Dino panted. “Take it, pussy pledge. That’s your new name Pledge Pussy. You’re our own private pussy. Take it, you worthless piece of fuck slop.”
The pain was so great for Tommy that he wasn’t even listening to Dino’s fuck tirade. Besides guys always talk dirty when they fuck. Stan was naked. His stiff, dripping dick was in front of Tommy’s head. With two fingers he forced the sobbing boy’s mouth open.
“Review time. Show us what you learned the other day.”
Stan shoved his slippery dickhead into the poor boy’s open mouth. Tommy who had been a nice, clean cut, straight, college freshman, swim champion idol to lots of girls was now getting fucked on both ends with twenty inches of dick in his face cunt and his ass pussy. And fuck it, these boys fucked rough. The same way they fucked their girlfriends who often went home black and blue after a date. There was little skill and no art to their fucking just down and dirty animal rutting. Fucking horny jocks needing to shoot a load to blow a wad!
“Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…oh, fuck…” Dino and Stan chanted as they fucked the boy’s face and ass. Tommy could only respond with an “ugh” as his throat was full of leaking dick. Suddenly the room door opened and Chris, a tall, lanky TKE stuck his head in the room.
“Hey, fellas, we playing fuck the pledge?”
“Yeah, come on in, you can get in line right behind Stan. He goes in the ass next, and you can have the mouth, and then you can sample his pussy.”
Oh, shit, no! Oh, Christ, this was a fucking nightmare! He was going to be gang fucked. They were going to gang fuck him. Tommy couldn’t believe they would do this to him. It wasn’t worth it. The frat wasn’t worth it. He tried to shout that he would resign and that he would drop out, but Stan rammed more dick down the pledge’s throat. Dino, his cock embedded in the pink pussy hole, slapped Tommy’s ass hard.
“Hey, a pledge fuck sounds great.” Chris beamed rubbing lump in his underpants. “Let me just get Keith and Bill.”
“Consider yourself lucky, Tommy. You’re the first pledge to sample TKE dick, but not the last. Oh, no, every pledge gets their turn. Even Stan here got butt fucked, didn’t you, Stan?”
“I thought my asshole would never close up again. Oh, fuck, here it goes. Oh, shit…oh, shit…yeah…suck my slime, cunt.”
Stan laughed as he arched his naked hips and shot ropes of cum down Tommy’s throat.
Tommy was fucked. He was fucked on his back, on his hands and knees, standing up against a wall, bending over a desk. He was fucked on his fourth day as a pledge. When he tried to protest, to say he would drop out, they beat him up; beat the shit out of him. They threatened to show Polaroids of him sucking dick to all the girls on campus, to post them on the web and to email them to his parents. He was fucked. Once you sign on to pledge to TKE, you don’t drop out. They drop you if you’re not worthy. Tommy was called a sissy and a pussy. They slapped him and punched him until, like a good little pledge, he begged for cock. He was fucked twice each by his six frat brothers.
Downstairs, poor Kyle, blubbering and begging, was writhing in agony. Lee had gotten his hands on a dairy milking machine. Some clever TKE had adapted the suction cups, and they now had them on Kyle’s nipples milking his titties. The machine had been sucking on them for hours, and the tied down boy was screaming and going insane. He was foaming at the mouth while the boys dressed for their morning classes. They laughed and joked when they turned the switch on higher, so the machine sucked harder at the pledges raw nipples trying to milk them.
Jared was thrown naked into the trunk of a car and driven into the urban black section of town. There he was released bare-assed with his hands cuffed behind his back. Written across his chest and back in black magic marker were the words, I Suck Nigger Cock. Poor, dark-haired Jared, he of the short stubby dick, got only three blocks before he was surrounded by a gang of black high school boys on the way to school. The boys saw the word Pledge on his chest along with the message, so they knew it was a hazing stunt, so why not have some fun? They decided to test Jared’s cocksucking abilities.
“We’ll chain this white cunt boy in the boys’ toilet at the high school, and then any student who wants a cock suck can just use his mouth all day,” one of the black boys said.
All thought it a good idea. All except for Jared, who begged them to be reasonable.
On the fourth day of hazing things heated up considerably. But they were still a far way off from how bad they could and would get.
The boys, only three of them, huddled together in the basement that evening. Tommy, they had been told, was indisposed, whatever the fuck that meant. Fuck, they were indisposed too, real messes. Jared sat in the corner of the basement, hugging the darkness, arms wrapped around his naked legs. His day had turned into a hazing joke that had gone way too far. Still, the frat brothers thought it was very funny that he had been sexually abused by a high school full of black boys.
He had been found on the street by a gang of black teens on the way to school. They took the naked pledge to their urban school and tied him in the boys’ bathroom. Every chance they got between classes, and sometimes during them, boys would rush to the boys’ room to humiliate and abuse the poor pledge. These tough, black, nigger boys were streetwise and mean fuckers. They pointed and laughed at Jared’s short, stubby prick. They asked him how he could possibly fuck a cunt with a little button dick like that. They made him show his dick to each bunch of boys that came into the crowded john. The teachers at the school didn’t want trouble, so they stayed clear of the toilet. They thought there was some kind of drug deal going on but had no idea a white-skinned, college freshman was being held captive.
The black youths frigged Jared’s prick to see how big it would get, and then they hauled out their thick, long, brown nigger dicks to show the boy that their cocks when flaccid were bigger than his when hard. They roared with laughter. Even in his terrifying condition, Jared was still amazed at the size of the horse dicks on these teenage high school black boys. He had no idea how girls could ever take such huge cocks up their teenage pussies. He was shocked at the size of the scrotums of these teenage black boys. It looked like they had peaches in their ball bags. Jared felt terribly inadequate.
The boys even smuggled some girls into the toilet to get a look at the white boy’s puny prick. The girls pointed and laughed and flicked the pledge’s dickhead.
“Man, does your girlfriend use a magnifying glass or what to see your baby prick?”
One very handsome sixteen-year-old named Rafe who seemed to be the ringleader laughed.
“My baby brother is only two, and he’s got a prick bigger than that.”
Everyone hollered and stomped, while Jared stood there naked and humiliated.
“Besides, this faggot don’t got no twat. He sucks dick. See the writing on him.”
“Look, guys, this is all a joke, a hazing stunt that…” Jared tried to explain for the hundredth time.
Rafe swiped one big, black hand across Jared’s smooth face.
”Shut yo mouth, faggot, speak when spoken to.”
Rafe took Jared’s nipples in his fingers and pulled.
“You gonna do exactly what we say today, boy. We gonna treat you real nice. You’ll get all da black prick you craves.”
“Please, don’t do this. I am not gay!” Jared protested tears streaming from his eyes.
“Yeah, looks like your fraternity brothers knows da score when it comes to faggots like you. They knows what to do with you. So do we!”
Rafe pushed Jared to his knees onto the cold tiled toilet floor. He took Jared’s head and pulled forcing the boy’s face into his crotch. The guys and gals in the toilet screamed with delight. Jared’s cute jock face was forced against the baggy blue jean material of Rafe’s crotch, and the pledge could feel the outline of a huge teenage pecker behind the material. His nose was pressed into the material, which he could tell had not been washed in some time. His face was rubbed back and forth against the growing dick tube behind the jeans.
“Come on, suck my dick, suck it through my pants, and maybe, if you real good, l gonna give you a lick of da real thing.”
Somebody else was behind Jared fingering the globes of his tight, young, jock ass.
‘Oh, god, no, this can’t be happening.’ the dark haired college freshman thought to himself. He couldn’t be kneeling bare-ass naked in a black high school at the mercy of sadistic African-American teens. Oh, Shit! Someone was rubbing a bar of soap against his asshole. Now the black boy behind him began to force the large square of soap into Jared’s asshole.
“You a pretty little white cunt, you know dat?” Rafe said.
Jared felt the bar of soap break through his tight anal ring and enter his hole. His face was pressed against Rafe’s dick lump, and he could now feel wetness on the material. Rafe’s prick was leaking. Rafe stepped back and unzipped his trousers to reveal a huge, thick, wet, eleven-inch prick as thick as a baseball bat.
“Oh, fuck!” Jared stuttered just staring at it forgetting for a moment that the boy behind him was ramming the bar of soap further up his asshole.
“Oh, yeah, you like dat big, black dick, huh? Dat get your pussy all sloppy just like da twats around here? You want dis big dick in your pussy, baby?”
Jared shook so hard with fear that he couldn’t speak. Rafe brought his big, leaking prick up close to Jared’s face and proceeded to rub the cockhead all over the boy's cheeks and nose and lips and eyes. Jared just knelt there with a bar of soap up his asshole moaning and crying as the colossal fuckmeat smear cock slime over his face.
“Better start licking that dick soon, boy, or we gonna beat your ass bloody.”
Rafe wiped his drooling cockhead across Jared’s lips. Jared put out his tongue and took a swipe at the cock slime. His tongue came away coated with black dick snot.
“Dat a girl, lick da dick all over. Lick da balls too.”
The other black kids cheered as Jared licked nigger cock. He had heard stories of white girls becoming addicted to black dick once they had tasted it. He heard about white sluts who worshipped black dick so much they gave up everything for it and just lived as a fuck slut to several black dudes getting pregnant over and over and having kid after kid because they couldn’t resist the power of black prick. Jared had to admit that these high school boys seemed so much manlier, so much more macho than he was. They seemed so confident with their huge cocks. He always felt so inadequate with his tiny dick.
“See, baby, you ain’t never gonna have one of dese.” Rafe chuckled as Jared licked his dick stalk and drooling cock head. “So you ain’t never gonna have no chicks. Chicks don’t want no thumbtack-sized cock in them. Shit, dey can’t even feel dat. Dey wants a real cunt stuffer like dis.”
Rafe started to shove his cockhead in and out of Jared’s mouth. Jared made gagging sounds. A big black cock was going in and out of his straight, college boy mouth and there was nothing he could do about it.
“Dat’s a good girl,” Rafe said,
Rafe grabbed Jared’s ears and used them as handles as he fucked the boy’s face. A hand rubbed Jared’s tight, young stomach causing him to expel the bar of soap, which fell to the floor with a plop. Now someone took a bathroom plunger and began to insert the wooden handle up Jared’s ass. They had heard that cops had done this to a black dude and it was payback time. Jared winced and stiffened as the wooden handle stretched and penetrated his rectum.
“Oh, god, please…oh…please…help me…oh…please…” Jared words were muffled by the huge black dick in his mouth.
“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be all right,” Branden lisped since the condom was still on his tongue.
He sat on the cold basement floor across from Jared. Jared almost laughed. No, everything would not be all right. Everything would never be all right again. He had been violated. They had done everything but fuck him and that they did with the plunger. He could never tell anyone, never tell a soul. For the rest of his life, he could never reveal what had happened. He had been forced to suck fifty-two cocks. Cock after cock all day in the high school toilet. Fifty-two black teenage cocks. When he had fought and refused, they had simply dragged him into one of the stalls and shoved his head into a filthy toilet bowl. Then they pissed on him and almost drowned him in the bowl full of stinking yellow piss. They also shoved the plunger deeper into his gut, so he had sucked dick. He had sucked nigger cock and swallowed black boy cum. Dick slime had sprayed his face and clogged his nostrils and ears, and had sealed his eyes shut. They had made him vomit up pure prick sperm.
“Dis is where you belong, white boy. You ain’t got no decent dick. You ain’t got no cum filled balls. You ain’t got nothing for any twat. You only good for one thing and that’s a fucking cum dump!”
Some boys like some girls are born cumdumps. They don’t know it, but it’s their destiny. Their true purpose in life is to wallow in sperm, to pig out on dick, to serve big filthy fucking cocks.
Jared hummed some half-forgotten tune from his childhood, rocked back and forth, and counted the days until the end of the hazing.
Upstairs, indisposed poor blond swimmer Tommy was in a closet, literally in a clothes closet. He had freaked out totally when the frat boys had fucked his ass. He had screamed and begged and wailed and burbled and snorted and done everything humanly possible including begging for mercy but how do you stop a gaggle of horny jocks with dripping hardons. Cocks slapped stomachs, and pecker juice sprayed the room as jock after jock fucked the pledge’s hot, little ass. Finally, to console the boy as the fucking continued, Dino had sat bare-assed on the bed with Tommy’s face in his crotch holding the boy against his prick and balls whispering to him.
“You’re doing real good, pledge, really well. Won’t be long now. Almost finished. This is the hardest part. Once you pass this, the rest is a piece of cake. Only a few more dicks now, man. The guys are raving about you. They say your ass is tighter than their girlfriend’s twats.”
Dino stroked Tommy’s sweat-drenched blond hair.
“Atta boy, hang in there. Take it easy relax that pussy. It’ll be easier. Oh, here comes a really big dick now. This is gonna hurt a little just hang on.”
After the gang fuck, the kid really had been out of it. He jerked on the floor like a spastic or someone in the throes of a seizure. Foam, spit, and some cum from those who used his face for a fuck drooled out of his mouth in a continuous stream. His eyes were deep red, snot poured from his nose. He mumbled incoherent things and jumped if anyone touched him. He was a fucking, freaked out mess, his ass was leaking a river of jock cum, and so the TKEs decided they better throw him in the closet for a while.
The last thing Dino said to the poor Tommy before he shut him up in darkness was, “You did real good tonight, baby. I’m really proud of you. You should be proud too. Tomorrow morning we’ll continue your training.”
Jeff Black had a busy night as well. He had dinner with Branden’s fourteen-year-old brother.
“Branden’s a little tied up tonight, so he sent me over to take care of you,” Jeff said completely charming the gullible fourteen-year-old boy who idolized the college jocks.
The boy was so soft, so smooth, so young looking, his pale skin so fair, and his eyes so large and trusting that Jeff simply had to corrupt the kid, fuck him up really well.
“Branden tells me you drank too much last night.”
“Yeah,” the boy blushed, “I don’t even remember what happened.”
“Only one cure for that,” Jeff said filling the kid’s glass with more beer, “that’s to practice until you get used to it. It’s like fucking just takes a little practice to make the twats feel that dick up in their guts.” He saw the boys eyes light up at the mention of fucking. “You fuck yet?”
“Yeah,” the cute teen said, half proudly, half shyly, “I just had my first fuck last week.”
“Was she a good, tight twat?”
Jeff’s prick was painfully erect beneath the table.
“Yeah, I guess. It felt really good,” the boy said with a smile on his cute face.
“Well, keep fucking the bitch, teach her how to suck ass, get the cow pregnant. That’s the most fun.”
With every foul word out of his mouth, Branden’s little brother idolized the TKE more.
“That’s why I ran away from home. My dad found out about it and blew a gasket.”
“Why for Christ’s sake? Didn’t he fuck your mom to get you? Fucking is the most natural thing in the world. Every cunt should have her cherry popped at about nine and should fuck every day from then on. If I ruled the world, all the cute cunts from nine to nineteen would be forced to walk around bare-ass naked all the time to school and everything and any guy who wanted to fuck them could. They’d have to open up their pussy lips to any dude who wanted some.”
“Cool, man,” the boy said while rubbing his dick beneath the table.
“How old is the little cunt you’re stuffing back home?”
“Ten, I guess that’s partly why all hell broke loose.”
“Fuck it, man, she’s old enough to be taking dick. She shoulda been sucking cock for two, three years already. When you go back home, you plow her cunny and her asshole. And make her drink your piss.”
The boy almost choked on his beer.
“Drink my piss, are you kidding?”
“I’m not. It’s a real thrill to make a bitch drink your piss, to turn a twat into a fucking toilet. I tell a bitch if she really loves me, if she really cares about me, she’ll drink my piss. And even eat my shit.”
The boy turned very pale. He chewed his cute full fourteen-year-old lower lip as he looked down at his plate.
“That’s really gross.”
“Fuck, yeah, it’s gross. That’s what’s so cool about it. It’s really a disgusting thing, so it’s a test for the bitch. Shit, man, you’d be amazed how many of the stupid cunts will do it because they love you and love your big dick plowing them.”
“You actually take a dump in a girl’s mouth?”
The fourteen-year-old boy’s prick was soaking his jeans.
“Man, I do it all the time, squat over some cute chick’s face, make her open her mouth and squeeze a big, old, fat turd into her face! Fuck it, kid, it’s time you learned that’s what chicks are for. A guy can do any fucking thing he wants to them.”
Two hours later Jeff had the fourteen-year-old kid back in the dorms where the boy was staying. The high school boy was drunk out of his mind, but Jeff insisted on one nightcap a little bourbon with some sleeping powder in it, of course. When the kid was passed out, Jeff stripped the smooth, young body. He toyed with the limp teenage prick and hairless nut sack, and then Jeff stripped. His muscular body looked gigantic next to the small, slender, naked frame of the fourteen-year-old boy.
Jeff crawled up until he was kneeling over the boy’s face. He reached down, pried open the boy’s lips, and then he inserted his big, bloated dickhead in the boy’s mouth. He slowly let loose with a trickle of piss. Not too strong, he didn’t want to choke the boy in his sleep just enough to get the kid swallowing. Fuck, this was fun. Soon Jeff had a raging hardon.
He crawled down to the boy’s ass and spread the small, tight, smooth hairless fourteen-year-old ass cheeks. He was about to fuck the boy’s virgin ass. He looked over at the video camera he had set up for his uncle. He smiled and waved before forcing his big, dripping dickhead into the tight, pink wrinkle of teenage boy asshole. He slammed in up to the balls on one thrust. He had lots of practice with deflowering virgins both girls and boys. He laid on top the smooth, naked, unconscious body. Fucking as hard as he could, he pounded his cock into the ass, so his balls slapped the boy’s flesh. He fucked the boy’s new cunt and plunged his cock in balls deep as he shot a huge load up the kid’s ass pussy.
He looked around the dorm room and spotted Branden’s tennis racquet. He showed the racquet to the camera, and then he set about forcing the handle up the kid’s asshole. It was quite a chore. The fucking hole didn’t want to stretch that big. He had to work the fuckhole with his fingers stretching and pulling it open millimeter by millimeter. He wedged the handle up into the stretched ass pucker. Finally, he got the head of the handle in. He shoved hard, and then he smiled at the camera and nodded. He fucked the boy’s ass with the racquet. Here was a cute fourteen-year-old teenage boy being turned into a fuckhole. This made Jeff hard again, so he jacked off all over the kid’s face before he took the video equipment and left the room leaving the racquet wedged up into the boy’s new pussy.
In the morning he would assure the little cunt that when he had left the boy had been sleeping peacefully and someone must have come in and raped him. All the TKEs would swear Jeff had returned to the frat house early. If the boy wanted to go to the police, they would discourage him saying it could ruin the kid’s reputation forever and it was best just to try to forget the horrible experience. That would set the kid up to be really fucked over and fucked up. They could really have some fun with the little boy twat then, turning him into the Fraternity Cum Dump for those blue balled nights when the chicks didn’t put out. It was great to have a mouth around the frat house to fuck. And a fourteen-year-old mouth was perfect. Now Jeff just had to arrange, how to get the kid to be able to stay with them for good. His uncle, Mr. Black, could help with that.
By the next morning, the shock of the previous day’s activities had somewhat worn off. Eighteen-year-old boys of the jock variety are pretty resilient. They have gone to war after all, and this was certainly not as bad as that. Jared would never tell anyone, he vowed, about the cocksucking so no one would ever know. Tommy certainly wasn’t about to tell the others about his special training sessions. He knew that if he could just handle the abuse for a little while, it would soon all be in the past.
Lee handled the morning activities. Cold water as usual and then, kneeling around the piss pail they held each other’s dicks while they pissed. Tommy had been returned to the basement sometime during the night. He looked the worst. His eyes had dark circles, and he had the shakes. Then the four boys were ordered to shave body and face using the piss in the pail instead of water. Lee and the other TKEs told them how well they were doing and that the first week was almost over. There was a sense of relief in the air. For their morning shit, a new game was tried. Each pledge had to hold a plastic bag behind the asshole of the other pledge while that boy took his shit into the plastic bag. It was no more or less humiliating than previous games just different. Tommy watched as huge turds forced their way out of Kyle’s asshole. Tommy caught them in the plastic bag. When it was his turn to shit and Jared’s to catch, the pain in his asshole almost made Tommy faint, and the other pledge noticed the red, raw ass lips on the blond swimmer. When each boy had a plastic bag full of shit, they were told to tie off the tops and keep the bags with them all day. They were to carry them to classes. The boys were not allowed to shower this morning. They stank of sweat and piss.
For breakfast, each pledge was ordered to spread peanut butter and jelly in his armpits, and the other pledges had to lick them clean. They could have as much as they wanted, but it had to be licked from stinking pledge armpit.
Tommy and Jared were instructed to suck on Kyle’s nipples for twenty minutes. The big jock started to tear up before the lips even touched his titties. He was in extreme pain. His nipples looked rather grotesque.
Branden went upstairs to wake Jeff. He crawled beneath the sheet on the boy’s bed and licked his balls. The nut sack of the jock was caked with dried cum and sweat and tasted and smelled really rank. The jock’s dick was even worse. It had dried cum and ass juice all over it. The sex slime belonged to Brandon’s fourteen-year-old brother, but he didn’t know that. Jeff woke up with a bleary smile.
“Hello, my little pledge ball licker, how are we this morning?”
Branden grunted still licking the hairy, wrinkled scrotum.
“You know, Branden, I am so pleased with your development. You’re coming along just fine. I think the TKEs may make a man of you yet.” Jeff spread his hairy muscular thighs wide so Branden could get his face down there. “Lift the balls with your tongue when you lick them. Get all of last night’s fuck slop off of them, will you?”
The more Branden licked the fat nut sack, the slimier it became.
“As long as you’re down there, lick my dick clean too.”
Branden looked up at Jeff’s smiling face. His Pledge Master was testing him. He had to do it. He started to swipe his tongue up and down the fat cock licking the dried sex slop until it became wet and gooey and then lapping it up. The taste was awful. Finally, Jeff had had enough. He bounded bare-assed out of bed with the enthusiasm of a college jock. He stretched his beautiful body and went to the bathroom.
“Hold my dick while I piss, will you?”
The cute eighteen-year-old pledge crawled into the bathroom after his Pledge Master and took the big fat flaccid prick in his hand.
“No, I’ve got a better idea, Branden boy. Don’t use your hands. Take the stalk of my dick in your mouth from the side and then aim the dickhead at the toilet bowl. Only, if you miss the bowl and piss drops get on the floor, you’ll have to lick them up.”
“Sir, don’t you think—”
“Shut the fuck up, asswipe, five demerits for talking without permission. I’ve been too easy on you, boy, taking pity on you because of your family problems and stuff. You have to shape up. Now, take that dick in your mouth!”
Branden swallowed the sour taste in his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He gently lifted the big jock cock with his tongue beneath the dick stalk, and then he put his lips on the dick shaft leaving the cockhead hanging to the left against his cheek. He tilted his head so the TKE could piss. He could feel the piss coursing through the dick shaft. Feel the warmth of the cock flesh on his lips.
“After I shower and you have breakfast, I want you to stop by and see your brother. Make sure he’s all right. He was pretty drunk last night. I want you to invite him over to dinner tonight at the frat house. That should impress him. Take him to your classes with you if he wants to go. Have a good day.”
Jeff’s dick twitched at the memory of stuffing the young, fourteen-year-old asshole. Even though the kid had been unconscious, it had been a better fuck than most twats give. Jeff Black truly believed that the only true purpose in life was to fuck. Everything else was just frosting on the cake. Fucking was what life was all about and if humiliation and degradation could be added to the fuck, well so much the better. Fuck and Power, the boys of the TKE fraternity thought about their dicks constantly.
It was common knowledge on the campus that if a TKE dated you, you had to let him fuck you on the first date. Otherwise, you got the bad reputation not him. A TKE was a walking, talking fuck machine and all twats were their dick dumps. Christ, Jeff had even fucked four teachers this semester alone. Three of them married with children. He fucked his history teacher, a nice looking woman, then three weeks later he fucked her teenage daughter, and then he sat down in their living room and told them both. He made them both suck him together taking turns on his dick and balls. Both twats were so hot for his cock they submitted. They even reduced their pride and sucked each other’s pussies for him. The bitchin’ teacher needed his big beautiful cock so bad that she sucked her own thirteen-year-old daughter’s cunt. Jeff was in heaven. He even fucked the little pussy and had mom suck the cum out of her cunt. And the husband and father a well-known professor at the college knew nothing about it. Jeff ordered the bitch to stop letting her husband fuck her as long as she wanted his dick. The daughter he passed around among other TKEs until she had been fucked by fifteen different guys. She had been a virgin when she met Jeff. He knew he had to keep fucking the teacher until the end of the semester to ensure a good grade, but then he’d get the cunt pregnant and drop her. This was typical TKE college fun. Innocent guy games.
In Dino’s room, poor, blond, swimmer Tommy was eating more breakfast. He was eating scrambled eggs out of Dino’s asshole. Dino, who was enjoying a breakfast Tommy had prepared for him, would take some eggs and with his fingers shove them up his puckered, hairy, Italian asshole, and then he would spread his legs wide slouching low in his chair and snap his fingers. Tommy would put his soft, young mouth to the jock’s ass lips and suck the eggs from the asshole. It was gross and disgusting, and the four other Jocks hanging around the room chortled.
Stan had brought in Tommy’s speedo for the swim meet to be held that day.
“Now, we’ll all be there to cheer you on. We expect you to win. Here try your suit on.”
The speedo was ridiculous it was little more than a pouch with strings. Tommy’s cock and balls hardly fit into the small pouch. Half his ass crack showed in the rear.
“I’d say it fits perfectly,” Dino said, and the boys all laughed.
Tommy looked at himself in the mirror. The tiny suit rode so low that the root of his dick could be seen above the waistband. There would be hundreds of people at the swim meet, and they would all see him like this.
“Oh, god, sir, do I have to wear this? I mean, I don’t mind what you do to me to get in into the TKE, but please don’t compromise my swimming.”
Dino slapped the blond boy hard.
“You ungrateful piece of shit, the TKE is all that matters. More important than fucking swimming, more important than grades, more important than cunt, more important than anything. You need to be taught a lesson. Okay, fuckwad, you don’t like the suit, so here’s what you will do after you hit the water. On your last dive, you’ll accidentally lose your swimsuit. You will climb from the pool bare-ass naked in front of everyone not covering your dick and balls. You’ll act like you don’t even realize you lost your suit in the dive. You’ll walk around the pool past the viewing stands toward the locker room, halfway there not before halfway, you’ll realize you lost your suit, and then you’ll cover your dick and balls and run into the locker room. That’s your punishment for not being a grateful pledge! Now, five dicks in this room need sucking before you go to your first class.”
Kyle went to his classes wearing a training bra and no shirt. The bra cups were cut out, so his sore, raw nipples stuck through. One professor remarked that although fun was fun his nipples looked really sore and maybe he should see a doctor. Kyle was so embarrassed especially when someone in the student union called him “Tits” and then the chant was taken up until hundreds of college kids shouted “Tits, Tits, Tits, Tits” over and over at him.
Lee had Kyle’s website up by late morning, “College Jock Fuckslut,” showing photos of the naked Kyle displaying himself for all to see. The site said he loved to suck cock and take it up the ass and had been doing so since he was eleven years old. For hobbies Lee listed that Kyle loved sucking dog dick and getting fucked by big dogs, being a human toilet at campus parties and licking urinals in public places. “Use me as your private or public hole,” the site said. It listed Kyle’s phone number so he could set up his dates.
Jared, who desperately needed to regain some self-esteem, was allowed to visit with a girl he’d liked for some time for lunch. They sat in the corner of the lunchroom, and although she could hardly stand his smell, she was proud to be with a TKE pledge. She hoped he would ask to fuck her since that would give her campus status. She went on and on about how big TKE was on campus. How everyone idolized and practically worshipped them. Jared felt better about himself. He promised to call the gigantic titted cunt after initiation was over. Then to knock the boy down a peg or two, two TKEs handed Jared an envelope containing pictures of him sucking big black dicks. Jared’s hands began to shake.
“We thought maybe we’d put them on Kyle’s website. Besides have you ever considered that you might be better as a cocksucker? After all, your cock is too short to fuck cunt anyway.”
The TKEs laughed. To prove the point they ordered Jared to drop his pants and show the big titted coed and about twenty kids watching his tiny wiener. She laughed at his short stubby prick.
“We’re not sure if we want such a small cocked guy in the TKE, except maybe to lick our asses for us and stuff like that.”
One of the TKEs sauntered off with the girl mauling her DDD-sized tits. They left leaving Jared with his pants around his ankles with a bunch of photos in his hands of black pricks in his mouth.
Branden’s brother was not doing well. He felt sick to his stomach, and worse had terrible pains in his ass. He didn’t know why. He was too embarrassed to tell Branden when he stopped by and promised to show up for dinner at the house. After his brother left, the fourteen-year-old boy spread his ass cheeks and looked in the full-length mirror. His asshole was really sore and swollen, from what; did he have hemorrhoids, some kind of infection, or an allergic reaction to some booze he had drunk? The poor kid could hardly walk to the toilet on the dorm floor. His ass really hurt. When he shit, pain ripped through him. He stood forever under a hot shower looking at the various muscular jocks that came and went. He wished he was away from home for good and in college, free of his folks, free to fuck all the girls he wanted, fucking a different cute cunt every night, free like his brother.
At that very moment, three TKEs met Branden between classes and ushered him into a campus men’s room where they laughed and watched the pledge lick the piss-encrusted urinals clean.
“See that cigarette butt floating in that piss? Chew it and swallow it, pledge crud.”
They also made him chew a piece of gum found in one of the piss troughs. These pledges were getting a good working over, and things were just starting to heat up.
Branden’s darling fourteen-year-old brother pushed the doorbell at the TKE frat house. He had been invited for dinner. The poor teenage jock could hardly walk since his ass hurt him so. He couldn’t understand it. If the pain kept up, he would have to see a doctor. He feared he had gotten some kind disease. The cute kid scratched his left calf with the toe of his right tennis shoe making his tiny tight ass move sexily. He was a little hunk all right. Something all the cunts in his high school knew. The slutty little twats would gather in the girl's room and talk about which boys in school probably had the biggest nicest dicks and Branden’s brother was right up there near the top of the cocklist. The hungry sluts would automatically salivate at the thought of sucking on that big boy prick and those fat, young, low hanging balls.
For the sake of propriety, we have kept the name of Branden’s brother out of this story until now, but now, for the sake of artistic clarity, we will call him Ted. This, I might add, is not his real name. But Ted will do.
Ted felt another stinging pain shoot up his asshole. Jesus Christ, what was that and what could he do about it? He was even too ashamed to tell his brother. I mean an asshole pain is a very private thing.
The big door with the brass fittings opened and Jeff, the fraternity president, stood there with a huge grin on his face.
“Welcome, my man!”
Jeff beamed at the boy morsel before him. Ted didn’t know why, but he felt very good around Jeff maybe because the TKE treated him like an adult. I mean, the kid was fourteen; he had fucked a cunt. He wasn’t a kid anymore at least in his eyes. In Jeff’s eyes, he was young juicy boy twat! Jeff threw one arm over the boy’s shoulder and ushered him into the big front hall.
“I gotta explain something to you, my man, and I hope it doesn’t freak you out. As you know, your brother and other guys are pledging our fraternity, the greatest fraternity in the world, and I hope someday that you come to this school and become a TKE, wouldn’t that be cool?”
“Yeah,” Ted answered his face lighting up. Jeff was so cool, so with it, just how Ted wanted to be.
“Well, the thing is, buddy, we are in the middle of initiations. We put the pledges through some pretty rough stuff to make sure they got what it takes to be a TKE, you know?”
“Yeah, we had freshman initiation for the swim team last year at high school, and they did some really gross stuff to us.”
Jeff’s eyes lit up.
“Oh, yeah, like what?”
Ted turned bright red. Christ, he was a hot little cunt.
“Oh, it’s too gross to talk about.”
“Hey, come on, kid, I invited you here for dinner during our hazing. What if you see stuff that grosses you out? I gotta know you can take it. What kind of stuff did they do to you, stud?”
Ted liked being called a stud.
“Well, the seniors on the team would…would….oh, god…”
Ted blushed some more and looked at the floor.
“They would call us pussies and make us wear girl’s twat plugs, you know for their periods, tampons, make us wear them up our assholes to school all day, and they would have checks.”
Jeff laughed and stroked the boy's neck.
“That’s not so bad. That’s nothing compared to the stuff we do here.”
“Oh, that’s not all, then some smart ass jock went into the girls can and came up with all these bloody cunt plugs, you know from twats having periods, and then we had to wear the bloody tampons up our assholes. Then they made us, all ten of us, jerk off into the same rubber. You know, change the rubber from dick to dick, and then I had to sneak in and dump the cum into the faculty coffee pot.”
“Is that as bad as it got? I think those seniors were the pussies.”
“We had to get girls in the school to measure our dicks and take Polaroid photos of them. We had to jump bare-assed from the high diving board, and land legs spread, and that really hurt the fuck out of our balls, man.”
“Yeah, that’s more like it.”
Jeff was rubbing the boy's shoulders now.
“When the team captains took a dump in the locker room we had to…we had to...wipe their asses for them with toilet paper.”
“Not bad. Sounds like a progressive high school. They didn’t make you eat the shitty toilet paper, did they?”
Ted made a sick face.
“Of course not.”
“Too bad,” Jeff mumbled.
He knew he had to get his big fat dick up that little boy pussy again. He led Ted into the library where a bunch of frat guys were watching a video of a swim meet. Ted was immediately interested. He was also interested in the blond boy sitting bare-ass naked on top of the TV, with his legs spread so the guys could see the screen. The blond boy's cock and balls hung down over the edge of the screen. He looked terribly uncomfortable and embarrassed.
“Hey, everybody, this is Ted,” Jeff shouted
All the guys greeted the kid like a long-lost brother, he felt great. Jeff explained that the bare-assed boy on the TV was Tommy, a TKE pledge, and they were watching a video of a swim meet from that afternoon starring Tommy. Ted had to admire the college freshman’s tight swimmer’s body. He was a good-looking guy. He watched as on the TV Tommy stretched and got ready to dive from the high board. Ted was amazed at the tiny swimsuit Tommy wore. You could almost see the base of his dick. He didn’t know suits like that were even allowed. He would have been humiliated by such a suit. Well, Tommy did a very nice somersault into the pool, and the large audience clapped heartily for the boy, but then the wildest thing happened. The frat brothers watching the video screamed with laughter and slapped their thighs. On screen, Tommy climbed from the pool without his swimming suit. That’s right. His cock and balls were exposed to the entire audience of what must have been more than five hundred people. Everyone screamed with laughter at the meet. Even the judges laughed modestly. The guys on the opposing school’s team roared with laughter and pointed. Tommy looked down like he didn’t realize what had happened. He saw his big dick swinging. He looked back at the roaring crowd as if in shock, and then he ran for the locker room.
“Fucking ace, Tommy, that’s an Academy Award performance,” one TKE yelled.
The boy on the TV kept his legs spread nice and wide. He looked like he wanted to cry. Jeff handed Ted a beer.
“I don’t know if I should. I…” Ted started.
“Don’t be a pussy,” Jeff said slapping the boy on the back.
Ted drank from the beer bottle. Jeff laughed again because not ten minutes earlier, that same beer bottle had been up Ted’s brother’s asshole. Ted noticed that the bottle lip tasted kind of bitter and funny, but he shrugged and drank.
In the next room, a bunch of guys was reading and listening to music but in the middle of the room sat an oversized playpen. In the playpen, a college freshman pledge was sitting dressed in a diaper and baby cap. Jeff explained that Jared, who was another pledge, acted like a baby, so they were treating him like one. Jared was not allowed to talk only make baby sounds. He had to shit and piss in his diaper. Jeff told the baby in the playpen to have a drink of his milk. Jared made a sick face, but put the bottle to his lips and sucked on the nipple. What Ted didn’t know is that the bottle was filled with cum!
Ted was really confused he couldn’t believe that an eighteen-year-old college freshman would put up with such abuse. It seemed too sick, but he knew that initiations were meant to be demeaning and rough
“That’s a good baby,” Jeff said. “You didn’t pee and poop your diapers again, did you?”
Jared shook his head no.
Ted was led into the dining room where the table was laid for a formal dinner. It was beautiful. He was ushered to a chair. Jeff sat across from him and four other TKEs, whom Ted didn’t know, joined them. Then the kitchen door swung open, and the soup was served by Ted’s big hunky bare-assed brother Branden. Hard to say who was more embarrassed, Branden seeing Ted or Ted seeing Branden? Jesus Christ, Branden’s fucking dick looked huge. It swung when he walked and bounced against his large, low hanging nuts.
“Branden, say hello to your brother,” Jeff urged.
“Hi, Ted,” the college freshman said.
His brother’s thick, fat fuck slab was almost in his face. As Branden bent over to serve the soup, Ted could actually smell the dick. Then a second muscular bare-assed pledge brought in more plates of soup. He too had a fat prick and huge red nipples that looked almost freakish. Ted didn’t know which way to turn to avoid looking at cock.
“This is Kyle. Ted, Kyle is also a pledge. Kyle has his own internet website you really must look it up sometime. Ted just kind of nodded. He felt really stupid sitting there with all these naked dicks and balls swinging around him.
“So, you get any cunt last night?” Jeff asked one of the other TKE Actives heating things up even more.
“Yeah, did I ever. I slammed my sausage into fresh virgin twat. Fucked the cunt’s brains out. She’s screaming date rape, and I’m balls deep in her juicing twat.”
Oh, Christ, Ted felt his fourteen-year-old dick start to harden. It was all this fuck talk and stuff.
“Great, how old was the hole?”
Shit, his age, Ted’s dick gave a jump in his pants.
“Did you tell the cumdump you loved her?”
“Of course, man, how else you gonna get a prick into them. I told her she was special and I wanted to be her boyfriend forever, and then I fucked her and threw her out of the car.”
All the TKEs laughed, fourteen-year-old Ted included.
“Man, you should have kept her around to slurp your dick slime once in a while.”
“Are you kidding? There is plenty of mouth twat for any TKE.”
Ted ate and drank and got very drunk and sleepy. The food was excellent. He didn’t know that his personal salad dressing was made from TKE dick spooge. Jeff kept asking him if he liked the dressing. And Ted assured the TKE, that he did and all the TKEs would laugh. To get the white sauce for on top of Ted’s steak, Jeff had gone through even more trouble. He had masturbated the Great Dane belonging to one of his buddies so fourteen-year-old Ted could savor the flavor of doggie dick slime on his steak. The frat brothers thought it was hysterical when Ted said it was the best steak he’d ever had. Of course, Jeff had pissed into Ted’s wine but the boy was no wine expert and thought it should taste a little bitter. Branden knew nothing of what they were doing to his little brother. He just served the food as told.
When Ted was really drunk, and the meal finished, Branden and Kyle were dismissed to the basement, while the men and Ted sat and had cigars. The cigar made the boy even woozier, but he had to smoke it. At one point his ass really hurt him and he yelped in pain. Jeff with a very concerned face asked the boy what was wrong. Ted was just drunk and just trusting enough to need to tell someone, so he told Jeff that his butt really hurt, but he didn’t know why He said the pain was really bad and he had seen blood when he went to the bathroom. He asked if he should see a doctor.
“Well, we’d better check you out and see how serious it is. It could be hemorrhoids.” Jeff stretched the word out as if it was some mysterious curse.
They helped the staggering Ted to his feet and told him to climb up on the dining room table. The boy felt stupid, but he was scared about his ass and did want advice. They told him to take down his pants and underpants. He was very red in the face. His smooth pale cheeks bright pink as he lowered his trousers and shorts revealing his cute fourteen-year-old prick and balls. There is something so fresh and pink about a fourteen-year-old boy’s dick it looks so clean even the prick hair is still soft. Before Ted could say anything, Jeff had slipped off the boy's tennis shoes and socks then pulled the trousers and underpants from the kid’s legs. Now Ted was lying on the dining room table on his bare ass. Jeff told the boy to spread his legs as wide as he could. The four TKEs moved around and stared at the fourteen-year-old boy’s cock and balls and asshole. It was horrible for the displayed fourteen-year-old boy.
After a long time and the TKEs whispering and giggling like young kids, Jeff said, “This won’t work we can’t see clearly enough. Here, slip off your shirt.”
Ted hadn’t the faintest idea how taking off his shirt would help, but he was too drunk to protest. Soon he was completely bare-ass naked on the dining room table. He heard a door open and five or six more TKEs came in the room.
“Maybe I should…just…maybe…I should…”
“Maybe you should bend your legs back against your chest and hold your legs open with your arms then we can see your asshole better.”
Suddenly, Ted wanted out of there. Suddenly, he wanted to be back home. Suddenly, he didn’t like running away anymore. He was lying on a table with his asshole exposed and being looked at by a whole bunch of college guys.
“Your ass lips do look all swollen and tender. Looks like a bad case of ‘roids. You may require serious surgery. Maybe even a colostomy bag.”
“Oh god, no,” Ted whined this couldn’t be happening to him.
“We’d better take a look inside to see how serious it is. Would some of you guys help me stretch the kid's asshole open so I can get a look inside?”
Ted started to cry. Fingers stretched his ass lips wide almost to the point of ripping. To calm him, other hands started to stroke his smooth, young body. Jeff forced two fingers up the kid’s asshole and then spread them. Ted wailed. His entire body was being violated.
“Please stop…please stop…” he begged.
“Kid, we gotta check this out. Now, you just make believe you’re going through a high school initiation, okay. This is all part of an initiation for your swimming team. It'll be over soon. We got to check your ass lining.”
Jeff shoved a third finger into the boy's rectum. Some of the TKEs were openly rubbing their dicks, but the tortured boy couldn’t see it.
“Oh, god…Mother of God…please stop…please…”
Jeff now had four fingers up the boy's asshole. It was grotesquely stretched. It looked like a cunt about to give birth. Ted tried to throw his legs down, but two TKEs pulled them back and held them open and wide. Jeff slipped his fingers out and rammed them into the butter dish and then stuck them back up the boy’s gaping asshole.
“Oh god, you’re killing me. You’re tearing me apart!”
“I gotta check you out. Gotta make sure you’re healthy. Think of the money you’re saving not going to a doctor, and kid, he’d do the same thing,” Jeff said fucking four fingers in and out of the stretched out boy-cunt.
“Shit,” one of the TKEs said, “he’s never going to be the same again.”
“That can’t be helped.” Jeff said curling his thumb under and pushing harder so that his hand worked its way into the teenage rectum.” We got to help the kid out.”
“Look how cute his toes curl,” one TKE holding the kid's legs said, “reminds me of the seventh-grade cunt we had in here a couple of weeks back.”
“Anybody know if she’s pregnant?”
The boys all laughed.
“She ought to be. She had a gallon of cum in her.”
“There we go,” Jeff shouted as his hand slipped into the stretched out asshole up to the wrist.
Ted threw his head on the table tears sprayed from his eyes he chewed his lips until they bled. Somebody stuck a cloth napkin in his mouth to keep him from biting his tongue.
“Now we can see if you have any inner ass inflammation. It feels all right to me. Don’t worry, Teddy, it will soon be over.”
Fourteen-year-old Ted’s hips and back were bucking against the table. His legs strained, his cute toes did indeed curl as his ass gaped around the invading hand.
“You know, I think we better check deeper just to make sure.”
“NNNOOO,” the boy wailed as Jeff’s hand went in almost to the elbow.
“Oh, man, this is too much,” one TKE said feeling sick.
“If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.” Jeff laughed twisting his arm, so the kid was thrown with wracking pain. “No pain, no gain.”
The boy was mindless with pain now just flopping around like a fish out of water, gulping air and snot running from his nose. Jeff eased his hand out of the asshole. It came out with a loud plop that received a round of applause. Jeff walked around to Ted’s head and took the boy’s soft tear-streaked face in his hands getting shit all over the boy’s cheek.
“I think you’re okay, Ted, just a mild infection is all, but you’d better stay here for the night in one of the upstairs rooms and, so you don’t irritate your ass in your sleep, we’re going to strap you down.”
The teenage runaway was strapped to a bed upstairs bare-ass naked. During the night he was fucked in the ass twenty-two times!
Tommy was drugged up and drunk, and it was ten o’clock in the morning, but they needed him that way for the Saturday morning fun they had planned for him. Two burly TKEs with rippling muscles of steel honed on college athletics held the poor, blond eighteen-year-old swimmer down while Dino squatted over his face. They were in an upstairs bathroom, and all four boys were bare-ass naked. Butt naked college boys with nice, fat dicks and low swinging nuts indulging in rowdy fraternity hazing.
“Now, Tommy, you’re about to push way ahead of your other pledges. You’re almost a TKE. Now, just a few more bonding rituals and you’ll be one of us. Do you understand what I am saying, cunt?”
Dino slapped the blond boy’s face a few times to get his attention. Tommy was having a hard time focusing on anything. His eyes were wide, but the pupils were tiny. His mouth felt dry. He found it difficult to breathe. He knew he was about to undergo more abuse at the hands of his fraternity brothers, but he didn’t know what. Dino was trying to explain to him what he had to do, but it was all so confusing.
“Now, Tommy baby, we have been tough on you, I’ll admit, but that’s because we want you to be the first pledge to complete the initiation in a week and a half instead of two weeks. You’re doing fine so far. Now, this is a rough one I’ll admit, but you can do it, can’t you, baby?”
“Fuck yeah, I can do anything for TKE,” Tommy slurred.
Dino laughed and began tugging and twisting Tommy’s nipples.
“That’s the attitude. You’ve become a fine cocksucker, and your ass pussy is serving the brothers well. We’re proud of you, but this, this is a real test. You’re about to become a TKE toilet. You’re about to be of real service to the fraternity.”
Dino squatted near Tommy’s face with legs spread, his fat fuck tool looking swollen and gigantic, and his big hairy balls swinging, heavy with cum.
“What do you mean, man?’ Tommy asked trying to shake his head to clear it of the cobwebs. The drugs were strong and made it difficult to think straight.
“I mean, my man, your fraternity brother, Dino, is going to take a shit in your mouth.”
Tommy tried to struggle, he really did, but the two other bare-assed frat brothers held him down while laughing and rubbing their own erecting, drooling dicks. This was the kind of frat fun they loved.
“I can’t, man…you don’t mean it…it’s a joke…you can’t expect me to…”
The poor blond swimmer couldn’t even form complete sentences. His lithe, young body was tight as his muscles strained against his captors. His hips rose up and down off the floor, his prick and balls bounced, his chest heaved, but to no avail. Dino leaned over the boy’s face and spit a huge gob right into it.
“You can and you will. Think, Tommy, you’re almost in. You’re almost a TKE. You’ve gone through the worst. You’ve sucked dick. You’ve been used like a twat. This isn’t so bad. It’ll soon be over, and we’ll be laughing about it. Now, open your mouth and keep it open.”
Tommy was being difficult, so Dino signaled one of his brothers to twist the kid’s nuts. It wasn’t long before Tommy was lying with his mouth open in agony while the muscular, Italian TKE adjusted himself so that he was squatting right over the boy’s face.
“Now, all you gotta do is take the turd in your mouth and then chew it and swallow. It’ll be over before you know it, kind of like going to the dentist.”
The guys all laughed, and Tommy cried. He wanted to beg Dino to reconsider, but the guy holding his scrotum kept twisting the fuck sack so Tommy couldn’t make any sound at all. And Dino would not be deterred at any rate. He loved to degrade people in this way. He had been doing it since grade school. He loved to shit in a girl’s mouth the best. In high school, he had threatened to drop his girlfriends if they didn’t let him take a dump in their mouths. He called it a test of love. And, of course, because he was a popular jock, more than a few girls complied. Think how powerful it made him feel. People actually ate his shit. It always gave him a big hardon.
Dino grunted, and the tip of a turd appeared at his hairy asshole right over Tommy’s face. Tommy closed his mouth and got a yank on his nut sack. He opened his mouth again making strange, discordant noises, a high-pitched whine like an out of tune violin. More of the shit log appeared. Tommy’s whine turned into a wail. Dino reached down and grabbed the boy’s nipples for leverage. He then leaned back hanging on to the stretched titties. He grunted, and six inches of shit hung from his asshole almost touching the blond boy’s lips.
“Eating TKE shit is an honor. Eating TKE shit is a rare opportunity to elevate yourself to a higher stratum of life, Tommy. Serve your TKE brother be a TKE — be a TKE toilet.”
Dino grunted and the log of shit dropped into the blond pledge’s open mouth. The other TKEs cheered. Tommy tried to expel the turd, but Dino shifted and grabbed the boy’s face.
“Chew and swallow. Chew and swallow. Almost down, almost done, come on, baby, make us proud of you. Be a TKE, be a TKE, be a TKE”
The smell was actually worse than the taste or maybe not. Tommy didn’t know. Dino held the pledge’s jaw and made him chew. He was eating shit. The “be a TKE” chant ringing in his ears until he started to chant it in his head, “Be a TKE!”
Tommy chewed Dino’s shit. The lowest act a human can perform, and he did it for the TKE. He did it. He didn’t know why anymore.
”Be a TKE. Be a TKE. Be a TKE.”
At some point the chant changed to “eat shit, eat shit, eat shit,” and Tommy didn’t even realize it as he chewed and swallowed the foul substance. His teeth were covered with Dino’s shit. Shit was up under his lips, over his gums, and around his tongue. He was a shit eater. Dino positioned himself for a second turd.
“You’re getting used to the taste so it’ll be easier now. The first one is always the hardest,” Dino said this in a friendly casual way.
Tommy knew he was right. It would have to be over soon. By the fourth turd, they didn’t even have to hold his balls anymore. Tommy’s tummy was full of shit. He had eaten an entire shit meal. Dino crawled off.
“Good boy, good boy, Tommy. We’re all so proud of you. See, that wasn’t so bad, huh? Now, give us a smile, give us a big, shit-eating grin. His lips and teeth coated with turd, Tommy smiled through his tears. The abuse would stop soon. Soon it would be over. It had to be. Now, Cal a sandy-haired jock, who had been holding him, squatted over his face.
“Now, open wide, Tommy and let Cal here take a nice dump,” Dino said.
And the torment went on. I know what you are thinking, what would possess these pledges to undergo such horrors? It boggles the mind. Well, tests conducted at various universities in submissive behavior and brainwashing established that a human can very quickly adapt to extreme abuse. In fact, he can even come to seek it in a twisted kind of way. These experiments explained the erratic behavior in Nazi prison camps as well as the will of so many war prisoners to go on in spite of unspeakable horrors. Often, the victim actually reaches a point of believing he is inferior. The mind plays strange tricks on us.
Upstairs in the attic room, Jeff Black slapped fourteen-year-old Ted’s soft, fucked bubble butt. The boy groaned. Jeff slipped off his shorts and lay on top of the kid. He rubbed his prick along the boy’s ass crack and got a big old morning erection.
“Hey, baby, little buddy, it’s me, Jeff. How does your sore ass feel now? We fucked it all night that should have done it some good.”
“Please, I think I need a doctor. I think I’m dying,” the boy wheezed.
“Oh, for fuck's sake, don’t be so dramatic. I checked your cunt hole, except for being stretched the size of the Lincoln Tunnel, it’s a fine fuckhole. Oh, it’s raw and bleeding a bit, but that will go away in a few days, but you’ll remember your little trip to visit your big brother at college and your gangbang at the frat house. And you will keep your little mouth shut, unless, of course, you want everyone to know you’re a boy pussy at fourteen.”
Jeff stuck his tongue in the crying boy’s ear and licked.
“Did you like all that big dick up your ass, boy, using your asshole like it was a cunt? You’ll walk differently from now on, and guys who fuck boy twat will know. They’ll be able to tell from your walk that you’re an asscunt. You’re going to go back to high school, passing the jocks as you walk the school halls and thinking, ‘Does he know? Does he know I’ve been fucked up the ass?’ And lots of guys will know, just from the way you walk.”
Jeff was rubbing his dripping hardon back and forth in Ted’s fourteen-year-old, baby smooth ass crack. The boy was half moaning, half making little baby crying noises. Jeff gave him a big hickey on the neck and then continued to whisper to the distraught boy.
“In a few weeks, you’re going to get a terrible itching up your asscunt, an itching that can only be satisfied by getting a big, fat dick up your boy twat. You’re going to need to get fucked. You’re going to need it bad. And just to put a little icing on the cake, cuntlips, listen to this. The TKE has alumni in your town, you’ll be watched, watched every minute of every fucking day, and if you doubt that, you’re a fool as well as a pussy cunt.
“Now, listen closely, twat. To punish you for being such a sissy asswipe, the TKEs have decided on a punishment for you. For the next four years, four years from today, you’re not to fuck a girl. You’re not to kiss a girl. You’re not even allowed to date a girl! You don’t go near a twat for four years, you understand? If you do, if we see you with a girl, we’ll get you, and we’ll make last night’s fucking look like baby’s play compared to what we will do to your teen cunt.”
The boy was sobbing into the pillow.
“So, you fucked a girl, huh? Well, I hope you remember it really good because it’s going to be your only fuck for four years.”
Jeff started to nudge his dick into the crack against the raw, red ass pucker. The boy threw his head.
“Tonight, we’re putting you on the nine o’clock bus to go home with a butt plug up your cunt, but until then, just to remind you to obey our warning, we’re going to have a non-stop fuckathon.”
With that, Jeff rammed his big, dripping prick into the gaping, sore fuckhole. Ted screamed until he lost his voice again. Jeff fucked hard and balls deep as he always did.
“You’re going to be fucked in the ass by TKE cock all day, all morning and all afternoon, and right up until we slam a dildo up your fucked out dick ditch and throw you on the bus. So hang on twat boy and enjoy the ride.”
Branden heard screams but didn’t know it was his brother. He had his Saturday morning cleaning chores to do. He had been led on hands and knees into a filthy upstairs bathroom. There was a dark black ring in the bathtub. The toilet bowl was caked with piss, and the inside had shit streaks. There was dried piss all over the floor. Toenails clipped from jock feet lay in piles as well as hair from shaving and even toilet paper the TKEs had blown their noses into.
“Clean this bathroom from top to bottom with your tongue, pledge.”
The TKE who had brought him up there, took a piss with his big, old hose of a dick right onto the bathroom floor not using the filthy toilet at all. Branden felt sick. He was tired, so tired, and so completely worn out. He crawled around licking the piss-covered floor, eating the toenail clippings, then gagging, and spitting up into the toilet, which he had been forbidden to flush. He was ordered to eat all the toilet paper and lick the inside clean. I guess, he wasn’t working fast enough when they checked on him because the TKEs put a healthy dose of Bengay on his big nuts and beat his ass with a paddle until he was screaming bloody murder, screaming so hard he drown out the screams of his gang banged brother.
Kyle was bare-assed straddling two chairs set about three feet apart. This spread the big, muscular jock nice and wide so that Lee lying on the floor could get some good photos for the website. He shot pictures of Kyle’s big fuck bag and dick. Then he made the pledge masturbate for some more hot shots, and then some nice shots of Kyle pulling on his huge sore nipples, which now stood out an inch and a half.
Next, they brought in two puppies and had Kyle nurse them on his big tits while they took pictures. The TKE brothers were roaring with laughter at Kyle’s humiliation and tears. The puppies slobbered and sucked on the boys distended nipples. The suction was causing the pledge great pain. They brought in a third puppy and put a little milk on the tip of Kyle’s cock to get the puppy to nurse on his dickhead. They got some great shots of three puppies nursing on the pledge’s body. Great stuff for the sickest website in the world, well, not yet, but soon. The poor, hunky jock was so embarrassed that he didn’t know what to do. He looked this way, and that with eyes closed until he was told to look at the camera and smile.
Lee smiled as a huge Great Dane, the pups’ father, was led into the room.
”Now, Kyle, since the puppies were nice enough to milk you, we think it only fair that you return the favor on their daddy.”
Kyle sat open-mouthed while the puppies were still slurping on his tits and dick.
”You want me to…you expect me to…”
“Yes, pledge, we expect you to suck dog dick!”
The floor pledges knelt naked on the floor sobbing like little babies. They were complete wrecks. They had lost their voices from screaming, and their eyes were red and unfocused. Even if they had wanted to quit, at this point they were too beaten, too worn down, too fucked up to do anything about it.
It was Saturday night. Party night and the TKEs had been partying hard, playing games with the four degraded teenage pledges. Let me give you a shortened version of the games they played, as the night was long and painful.
It started out, as all Saturday nights do, with a beer bash at the frat house. The four bare-assed pledges served drinks. There were guys and girls at the party, and they all laughed at the naked pledges, and some of the girls tugged at the pledges’ dicks and nuts. Brandon and Kyle moved in a kind of lethargic, slow motion with their muscular bodies on display. Lots of TKEs and their twats tugged and twisted Kyle’s grotesquely extended nipples. It was great fun to watch the big jock cry.
“I can’t imagine any girl ever wanting to date a big crybaby like you,” one stupid cunt said while her boyfriend finger fucked her pussy with one hand and sucked on her big tits. “You might have a big dick, but you’ve got tits like a girl.”
Everybody, except the pledges, guffawed at that one. Branden was mostly just worn out. His mind wasn’t thinking too clearly. For some reason, he didn’t even care anymore if they looked at his naked body — at his big, floppy dick and balls, and muscular ass.
Poor, blond, swimmer Tommy walked around in an even more extreme daze. He hardly answered questions, and his eyes had a faraway look. He had been kept drugged most of the day and had eaten TKE shit all morning. He had eaten shit until his tight, smooth, little tummy was bloated with turd. Sometime after the fourth guy, he had puked all the shit came up and splattered the bathroom floor so, of course, the TKEs had no choice but to make him eat it all up again off the floor. Tommy had resisted valiantly, but he could not compete with the persuasive power of the cattle prod.
“It’s just filth, disgusting filth, girl, and you’re filth, just like all faggot cunts, so learn to live with the filth, girl. Learn to love man filth. That’s your job in life,” Dino said.
Jared was wide-eyed and skittish like he was on speed. He jerked when anyone called him. He jumped if somebody touched him. He looked about to explode. His short, fat dick got lots of laughs, and several nasty cunts insisted on measuring it with measuring tapes.
“Man, I can see his girlfriend yelling ‘Is it in yet?’ ” one girl said.
The party broke up into wild laughter. Jared just stood there shaking, his cute face twisted in embarrassment.
“I can’t feel your cock honey, so tell me when you’re fucking,” another girl said, and more laughter ensued.
They decided to get a magic marker and write the size of each boy’s erect dick on his chest for all to see. The four pledges were ordered to get erections. They stood there naked in front of about two dozen boys and girls and masturbated their dicks hard.
Poor Tommy had to stop for a moment to gag and go to the basement to spit up. All day long, every few hours, he spit up more shit. He was convinced he would never get rid of the taste and smell of it even though he had showered four times, gargled a whole bottle of mouthwash and even cleaned out his insides.
Eventually, all four pledges had hardons, and the girls measured their dicks. Kyle’s cock, with the thick foreskin peeled back, was ten-inches long and caused quite a stir. Branden’s stood at a proud nine inches. Nine inches of virgin fuckmeat, which Jeff reminded everyone of. Laughter filled the room. Tommy had a seven-inch dick, which was quite impressive on his small, tight frame. But poor Jared came in at only six inches. Now that may not seem too small to you, but to these TKEs to whom masculinity was everything it was a pathetic joke. The dick sizes were written in large letters across the boy’s chests. Now, new games sprang to mind, and the TKEs decided to have a game playing night.
The first game was called Grape Roll. The boys had to kneel with their legs spread wide, so their hardons touched the floor. They had a race to push grapes across the floor with their dickheads. Of course, Jared lost. The worst part of the race for poor Tommy was that he had to arch his back and stick his ass up like all the boys did and then his cheeks spread, and his fucked asshole could be seen by everyone. It was still red and bit swollen.
The second game was called Pass the Grape, and it was played in teams of Kyle and Tommy, and Jared and Branden. Kyle complained that Tommy was too out of it to play, but the blond swimmer insisted he could and would be a TKE if it killed him. Tommy managed a wane smile as all the guys cheered his perseverance. Jeff smiled and ordered Kyle and Branden to shove a grape up their ass as far as they could. It was a hot sight just watching the two muscular jocks shove grapes way up their puckered assholes.
“Now, the game starts like this. When I say go, Jared and Tommy will suck the grapes out of your assholes. Then they take the grapes out of their mouths and insert them deep into their own assholes for you boys to suck it out of them. This goes on until each boy has had a grape up his twat ten times. This is a race, but at the same time, if the grapes are not embedded deeply enough up your shitholes, you will be disqualified. The grape must be at least six inches up your rectum. Go!”
Of course, the humor of the game was to watch these clean-cut college boys sucking on the asses of other men. The girls thought it was hysterical. Branden and Jared won the game. For the next game, four of the TKEs stripped bare-assed. This got whoops and shouts of approval, especially from the girls.
”You’ll really be whooping it up later when I shove this big fuck slab up your dirty little pussy,” one of the naked TKEs shouted at a cheering cunt.
“Promises, promises,” the girl laughed and then jumped as her boyfriend shoved two fingers up her asshole.
“You want cock, bitch? My brothers and me are going to give you more cock than you’ve ever seen tonight. You won’t walk straight for a month, dickditch!”
The college freshman girl knew he was serious, so she clammed up and started to worry. She’d heard about the TKE gangbangs. Some girls had to leave school since they were so wrecked by the experience. One urban legend said that a coed had been fucked so hard and long by the TKEs that her toilet habits were ruined for life and she had to get a bag to wear to take her waste.
The game was played like this. The four TKEs sat bare-assed on chairs, legs spread, big nuts hanging over the edges of the chairs. Each pledge had to choose one filthy jockstrap from a pile. The pledge smelled and sucked on the jockstrap for two minutes. Then the pledge would crawl to the four TKEs, lick and smell their scrotums, and try to tell which TKE belonged to the jockstrap he had chosen. Of course, licking the ballbags made them smell more so the comparison would be easier. Tommy of all people got his right. The other pledges got the wrong TKE, and their bodies were wracked in pain from the six swats to their balls.
The next game was Face Rub. Each pledge had to rub his dick and balls on the face of another pledge until he came. They were timed. Of course, they sprayed their fuck snot all over each other’s faces which got raucous rounds of applause. Branden came first and was now in the lead for the evening’s games. He shot wads of ropey cum all over Kyle’s face. Kyle came in second, spraying Tommy’s face. Jared came in third, also splattering Kyle’s face and Tommy shot last crying when he came and spraying Branden’s face. The pledges were ordered to lick each other’s faces clean as a sign of TKE devotion. The fucking cunts screamed with derision as the college boys licked dick slop from each other’s smooth faces.
“Jesus, no girl will ever date any of these guys,” a cunt hollered.
“When they become TKEs you’ll be crawling for their dicks just like you do for ours,” a TKE shouted back, and everyone gave a drunken cheer.
The games got worse. Each pledge had to cover his dick and balls with chocolate. Then in a timed race, each boy had to lick another’s cock and balls clean. Tommy was judged the winner, perhaps because he’d had the most experience with cock in his mouth although Jared came in second.
Then came the TKE pain endurance contests.
Which pledge could shove a Q-tip furthest up his own pisshole? Branden.
Lighted matches were inserted into the pisshole of the boy’s dicks, which pledge would put his match out first, which would let it burn closest to the pisshole? Tommy won again.
A break was taken for food and drink. The pledges were fed pizza. They were forced however to drink piss out of baby bottles. Tommy started to puke but was warned not to by Dino. When the games resumed, each boy was given a metal dish. The next game was called Puke Party.
“Each pledge sticks a finger in his mouth and makes himself puke up all the pizza he ate into the metal dish, and then he eats it again. Then he pukes again and eats again. The winner is the first one who does this five times. Make sure you puke until your stomach is empty. You’ll be disqualified if you don’t puke enough.”
The four bare-assed, eighteen-year-old, little boys looked horrified. They’d heard about college vomit games but never thought they would be this gross.
‘I can’t do it. I just can’t,” Kyle wailed.
Kyle was sobbing as the TKEs imitated him and got out the cattle prod. The big jock slurped vomit and puked at the same time as puke snorted out of his nose. These cute all American boys were complete wrecks now.
Jared won the game. He had a fierce wild determination about the whole evening, perhaps because of the jokes about his small dick.
After the game, the boys were told to puke up the vomit once more. The dishes were switched around, and each boy had to eat another boy’s puke. At one point, Branden found himself not breathing and almost passed out while slurping up Tommy’s upchucked pizza.
As a reward for being such good sports, the boys were allowed some “make out time.” They rolled around on the floor kissing and stroking each other’s bodies. They had to tongue kiss each other and swap puke spit. They were ordered to lick and suck on each other’s feet, lick each other’s pits and even lick out each other’s ears. Jared, Branden, and Tommy threw boners and were made fun of.
Now it was time for a good old-fashioned pissing contest. Each pledge had to see how good his aim was. The target was another pledge sitting on the floor with a funnel in his mouth. The boys were such fucked up messes by now, they didn’t even complain about having to drink each other’s piss. Jeff liked the way the boys were coming along. His uncle would be more than pleased. They would be mindless fuck sluts in no time. Nothing but walking fuckholes and torture toys for jaded men.
Four TKEs came downstairs with their girlfriends. They had just fucked them. The four pledges had to suck the cum from the girl's pussies and spit it into cups. The pledge who produced the most fuck snot won. Actually, sucking cunt made all four guys feel more like men again, except, of course, they had to use their tongues to scoop another guys cum out of the pussies. Branden won. He had a good long tongue. Jared produced the least cum. He hated sucking pussy, so he was made to drink the cum from all the cups.
Each pledge was given a ruler. The boy who could whack his own balls the hardest won the contest. The four eighteen-year-old pledges sat there naked, legs spread, thwacking their scrotums and screaming in pain while the TKEs judged whether the whack was hard enough. Of course, it never was. All four boys were reduced to groveling, begging slobs.
Two girls who had been fucked pregnant by TKEs and had just had babies were brought in. Their tits were huge and filled with milk. The four pledges were made to nurse on the cunt’s tits and drink their tit milk.
The next game involved seeing which eighteen-year-old boy could take the largest dildo up his asshole. You could see the utter humiliation on the boy's faces as they placed the rubber cocks at their puckered pussies and shoved. They had to lie on the floor with their legs up and spread so everyone could see. When they moved to larger sized dildos, they had to kneel with their ass toward the party so all could have a good view of the huge rubber pricks going into their teenage rectums.
All four boys were sobbing with tears running down their cute faces. Branden had an eight-inch rubber dick up his asshole. Tommy and Jared had nine inches up them. And poor Kyle had only a seven-inch prick up his hole.
There was no time limit, only an endurance contest to get the biggest fucking cock up your ass cunt and win. It was announced that the boy who won the evening’s contests would be given two whole days without hazing. To make the game more fun, Bengay was slopped on the dildos.
Branden wailed and moaned as he rammed a ten-inch rubber cock up his tight, young asshole. He didn’t care if he ruined himself. He had to win. He had to have two days off.
Jared, that mean motherfucker, who really wanted to win, was squatting on a twelve incher and bouncing on it to get it all the way up his ass canal.
Sweat was pouring off the boys’ bodies and dripping onto the floor. They grunted like animals and rammed more dick up their boy pussies.
Tommy who was working on a thirteen incher, but not doing well, sprang a hardon and everyone roared. Tommy, more than any of the others, needed the days off, so he shoved more rubber dick up his cunt. He needed the abuse to stop.
The boys were making sounds like women giving birth. These were not sounds that men make. These were fucked slut sounds. These were raped cunt sounds, high-pitched pussy sounds, wheezes, grunts, groans, and mews. Spit ran from the boys’ mouths, and their eyes rolled in their heads. They were grunting as if they were taking painful shits as they shoved the fake cocks up their boy-cunts.
“Look at those twats go. Remember, girls, you can’t progress to a larger sized cock until you finish with the previous one by getting it all the way up those cunts,” Jeff announced.
It was unbelievable. Jared was shoving fifteen inches of rubber dick up his ass. His tight, small cheeks were spread grotesquely, and the asshole itself looked distorted and stretched larger than a Coke can. He was making strange guttural grunts with each breath and forcing more and more rubber prick up his hole. The crowd cheered. Somehow he got it all in his slender, tight, young body. He fell over on the floor, dick stuffed up his twat, delirious and choking on his sobs as his body convulsed. The kids cheered. Jeff announced him the winner and Tommy went nuts.
‘No! Gimme another chance, gimme a chance. I’ll take eighteen inches I swear. Please, give me another chance.”
Tommy screamed as he ripped a fourteen incher out of his rectum and grabbed an eighteen-inch dildo. He fucked himself hard with the new one hysterical not to lose. The huge, fat rubber prick ripped at his ass lips.
He screamed out of his mind as he fucked himself over and over on the huge rubber prick.
”Let me win…let me win…I can win…fuck…fuck…fuck…gotta win…gotta win…”
He plowed the prick into his own boy pussy as his slender, young body flopped about on the floor.
“Oh god…oh god…please help me win…please help me win…give me a larger cock…I can do it…I can do it…I don’t wanna eat shit…I don’t wanna eat shit…”
Of course, only a few TKEs in the room knew what the freaked out, blond, young swimmer was raving about, but it was very funny indeed. Jeff squatted down on the floor and began to backhand Tommy across the face.
“Relax, you stupid cunt, take it, easy girl. The game’s over. Easy, pussy, the game is over,” he said slapping the hysterical boy over and over as the kid’s red face flopped from side to side with each slap.
Branden sat there legs spread with a huge rubber prick sticking out of his asshole. Kyle lay on his stomach, crying quietly, with a dildo sticking out of his ass crack. These boys were totally fucking ruined.
Tommy calmed down. He lay on the floor, moaning to himself, with Jeff sitting on his chest. The boy trembled and shivered while chewing his soft young lips until they were raw.
“I don’t wanna eat shit…I don’t wanna eat shit…please…please…anything else…I don’t wanna eat shit…”
Jeff stroked the boy’s smooth face, traced the kid’s sexy lips and just knew that before the night was over, he had to take a dump in the boy’s mouth. He knew then that the young college freshman would be mentally and physically broken. He leaned down and whispered in the boy’s ear.
“Easy, baby, take it easy. I won’t let anybody hurt you. You just trust Jeff. I’ll take good care of you.”
Tommy grabbed the TKE and hugged him. He buried his face in Jeff’s chest and sobbed. Jeff stroked the boy’s slender neck and rubbed his naked back. He couldn’t resist reaching down to finger the grotesque rubber cock still embedded in the boy’s ass and giving the eighteen-inch, beer can thick rubber cock a few thrusts in and out of the kid’s pussy.
”Easy, baby, I’ll take care of you.”
Tommy kind of curled up in Jeff’s arms.
“Okay pledges, remove the dildos from your cunts and lick them clean.”
It was a disgusting job but no more so than anything else the boys had been put through. Jeff made Kyle lick clean the dildo that had been up Tommy’s ass. He had better plans for the boy’s mouth.
Well, it was agreed that it was pretty difficult to top that last game. Besides, the drunk TKE men wanted pussy now and were practically fucking their cunts right there on the living room carpet. They wanted to fuck deep and hard and hurt the cunts. They wanted to piss down the girls’ throats and beat them with belts. They wanted a night of good hard TKE sex. These guys were fuckers. TKEs were fuckers. The kind of studs we all dream of being — bad assed fuck machines who lived only for their big, dripping dicks. They thought about their college education ten percent of the time and about their big, fat, swollen fuck tools ninety percent of the time.
Branden, Kyle, and Jared were ushered to the basement, gagging and burping puke and cum and slop and groaning with each move as they crawled downstairs. Big, sexy, teenage boys reduced to piles of living shit. One further horror greeted them in the basement. Their new home was not to be the basement but a tiny closet in the basement. They were locked in a closet so small that they had to sit with their legs up and over each other. A single bulb glared down at them. A hole in the door allowed them to be observed. A metal pail crammed in one corner was to be their toilet. Their schoolbooks were dumped in on top of them in case they wanted to study, but they fell asleep at once with their faces resting on each other’s shoulders, their legs intertwined and their stretched assholes throbbing.
Tommy was taken upstairs. Jeff carefully showered with the boy who was still pretty much out of it. He spread a rubber sheet on his bed, and he told Tommy to lie down. He stripped and climbed onto the bed. Tommy looked up, his large eyes confused and dazed, wanting to trust, yet wary of this TKE who swore to help him. Jeff massaged the boy’s aching body for twenty minutes. Tommy relaxed eventually and began to come around. He even threw a hardon.
“Baby, I want to make this next week easy for you. I can, you know. I have the clout. I can tell the guys to lay off. Tommy, would you like that?” Jeff whispered in Tommy’s ear.
“Oh, god, yes, please. I can’t take anymore. I’m sorry. I just can’t.”
Jeff was rubbing Tommy’s tits, and the kid’s dick was actually twitching.
“I wanna help you, Tommy, I really do. I like you a lot, and I want you to be a TKE, but you know...
“You don’t mind my pumping your dick a little, do you? It might help to relax you.
…You know if I go out on a limb for you, I mean is it fair to the other pledges if I ease up on your initiation, is that fair?”
“Please, they did stuff to me worse than the other guys. They did stuff.”
Jeff was pumping the boy’s stiff drooling prick.
”Yeah, yeah, I know, baby. I wanna help you, so how about it? If I get them to go easy on you, what will you do for old Jeff, what will you do for me?”
Jeff’s huge dick was throbbing and leaking pre-fuck all over the blond kid’s body
“Guys gotta help each other, you know, so if I help you, what can you do for me?”
Jeff rubbed his slopping prickhead across the boy’s hip leaving a trail of dick snot.
“I’ll…I’ll…suck your dick. I’ll suck it real good whenever you want.”
Jeff kneeled up and rubbed his cockhead across Tommy’s mouth leaving spooge on the boy’s lips.
“That’s really nice of you, Tommy, that’s real TKE of you to offer that, but I have Branden to swing on my prick. He might get jealous if I gave my spunk to another pledge. And he gives a really good blowjob.”
Tommy felt the fat cockhead rubbing against his lips.
”Branden sucks your cock?” he asked realizing that he wasn’t the only pledge who had suffered.
“Sure, that’s what pledges have to do to show humility, so what can you do that’s special to get some special breaks from me?”
Jeff had one hand down rubbing Tommy’s sore asshole.
“I guess you can fuck me if you want. I’m awful sore, pretty ripped up, but if you want, I’ll let you fuck me.”
“You’re such a good boy, Tommy,” Jeff said while finger fucking the broken pledge puppy. “Not every pledge would offer his cunt to ease a TKE’s blue balls, but, you know, I get plenty of fucking. I fuck twat two or three times a day and even get boy ass when I want it, so I’m afraid your poor little ass is not going to do, Tommy. Isn’t there anything special you can give me that would give me the incentive to help you? I really do want to help, bro.”
Tommy looked frantic.
“I don’t know. I…what do you want? Please help me.”
Jeff put on a sweet, sad face.
“Well, there is one thing I really dig, but I know you wouldn’t want to do it for me. I mean I know you wouldn’t.”
Tommy’s exhausted red eyes lit up just a bit.
”What, what is it? I’ll do it if you help me.”
Jeff rose up his muscular body hovering over small, young, blond Tommy.
“Well, you see, I have always wanted to, well, this is gross, I know, but I have always wanted to take a shit in a guy’s mouth.”
Jeff watched with delight as Tommy’s soft, young, cute face froze, and his full lower lip quivered as the tears well up in his eyes. The nostrils flared as if he once again smelled shit. The lips smacked. He slowly moved his head from side to side.
“I don’t wanna eat shit…I don’t wanna eat shit…” like a chant over and over he mumbled this.
“Just once more for me, Tommy, just for me, nobody else has to know, and then I’ll help you. You’ve done it before. What’s one more time? One more time and your troubles will be over, buddy.”
Of course, it wouldn’t be one more time. It would be done repeatedly and endlessly, but Tommy didn’t know that. He stared up at Jeff for a long time while Jeff’s big dick drooled onto Tommy’s chest and neck.
”One more time, what do you say?”
It was fucking pathetic. The kid was so fucking helpless. He groaned, and tears ran down his face as he wrinkled up his cute nose.
“I don’t know if I can take it. I don’t know if I can stand it. I feel like my mind—”
“Just eat shit once more. Eat my shit, and I’ll help you, Tommy. I wanna help you, baby. Come on, what do you say?”
It was a long time coming.
”I guess…” came quietly in a defeated way.
Jeff smiled and hunkered up until he was squatting over the broken blonde teen’s face.
“Way to go, Tommy. Now, open up open wide. I got a big load.”
He farted. Tommy started crying and opened his mouth wide. He saw the tip of the first turd appear at Jeff’s asshole. Jeff was so excited that he forgot to turn on the fucking video cameras. Oh, well, he’d get nice close-ups next time the kid ate shit.
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