Freshman Herschel's Pledge for Brotherhood

“I don’t give a fuck who the senior shithead brother is, nobody–and I mean nobody–beats my ass that way, you hear me? Nobody!”

The naked freshman was a bulldog, but a cute one. He stormed up the stairs out of the fraternity’s “dungeon” with me in hot pursuit. Even when marked by the fiery smacks of the paddle that none of the brothers had laid on it, the dude had one of the hottest-looking tushes our frat house had ever had the pleasure of pledging. I marveled at these undulating melons as he in his fury took the steps two and t here at a time to the second floor dorms.

“Herschel! Please, I’m sorry. We’re all sorry. Bastian just got a little out of hand. I think the guy had a beer too many. We never should have let him take part in the Paddle Butts part of the initiation, our annual Ass Warming and Welcoming Party for the pledges. It’s our fault. Don’t storm out! You passed with flying colors!” And they all were flaming red!

Herschel spun around to face me. His dick swung within inches of my face. If I thought his butt was steamy, Herschel’s dick was a fuckin’ hot rod. It was huge, thick column of smooth, sculpted flesh, succulent pink and half-pumped–mouth ready–and was the big reason half the guys in our frat wanted Herschel to be one of us. (I think the rest just wanted his ass.)

If that dumbshit Bastian had left a mark on the masterwork that is Herschel’s dick, I would’ve kicked his broad beer-butt myself. The young pup’s button-nosed face was still twitching in fury. Peering into the pledge’s wet clear blue eyes, I thought about emasculating that stupid senior brother anyway. And yet I had to admit to myself that Herschel’s butt is the kind that sort of cries to be manhandled. It’s just that, you gotta do it right.

“You fucking shitheads have busted about twenty-seven of the university’s hazing guidelines,” Herschel yelled, “and I’m on my way to the fucking Student Affairs council as soon as I can get my fucking pants on.” He winced. “If I can get my fucking pants on over my ass. And if not, I’m going over there like this, goddammit!”

“Herschel, please, man,” I begged, as the other initiation brothers came running up behind me. “We gotta get some ice on those welts. Let’s talk about this thing while we take care of you.”

“Fucking little pansy twerp can’t take it like a man,” Senior Brother Bastian shoved his way through the crowd. “Nelly faggot doesn’t deserve to be one of us!” He broke loose from the brothers who were trying to restrain him and lunged up the stairs at Herschel.

Herschel, to the surprise of everyone, decked Bastian with one punch. Upon impact, Bastian’s eyes popped wide in shock, and then rolled back in his head as his heavy, flabby body went rigid and he fell backwards into the pack of stunned brothers. I dashed past the mob and ran after Herschel who charged on up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms.

Getting through before he could figure out how to lock the door, I grabbed the pledge’s hand and dragged him through a connecting door to the next bedroom. “Fucking let go of me,” he yelled. I could hardly keep from snickering as I shoved Herschel back into the hallway and toward the far end. But I wasn’t laughing at the freshman. Bastian was going to have one helluva sore jaw. And considering Herschel’s paddled ass–and I’d been considering it a lot, along with his awesome log–Bastian damn well deserved to be decked.

Stopping at the ice machine–one of the more useful accessories in our frat house–I stripped off my T-shirt and piled it full of ice. Tying it in a bundle, I pushed the naked Herschel onto the outside fire escape.

“No freshman pledge has ever laid a hand on a senior, much lest flattened his ass,” I said. “Your freshman nuts are going to be creamola, little brother. Craw up there.” I gestured towards a small attic escape door up past the third floor.

“I didn’t mean to hit him so hard,” Herschel sniffed, shaking out his aching hand and tentatively flexing his fingers as he stumbled up the metal stairs. “But he fucking deserved it!” he shouted, regaining his fury and turning to face me.

There was his merry monster again, bouncing just inches away, plump, ripe and defiant, even more inflated now, or so it seemed to my wondering eyes and my salivating mouth. My own monster, tucked neatly away, lunged inside my jock in response.

And I’ll hit him again if…!” Herschel started back down the stairs.

Having my arms full of the T-shirt packed with ice was all that kept me from grabbing his trim waist and popping his Popsicle power-pole between my hungry lips.

“Get your sorry ass up the stairs,” I growled, slamming the load of ice against his nicely muscled chest. “Hopefully, they wont’ find us until they’ve calmed down.”

At the top of the staircase, he pulled open the door to the attic. Down a dusty corridor, I elbowed aside a couple of cardboard boxes. Ducking through the low, hidden doorway, we went inside. “Where the hell are we?” Herschel finally seemed slightly subdued.

“I call it my Mediation Chamber.” The tiny storage room was furnished only with a mattress in the corner, covered by a few rumpled sheets. “Today we can call it our First Aid cubicle.” I tried to flash my most persuasive smile. “Get down on the mattress and let me apply some unction to your ass.”

Herschel knelt on the mattress, dropping his shoulders to bury his cute, sniffing pug nose into the sheets. His berry brown butthole, puckered and moist, bloomed between the angry red globes as he aimed his battered bottom in the direction of my face. My dick went rigid, tenting my loose-fit cargos. I shoved the pack of ice into my crotch.

Herschel sniffed the sheets and the looked back at me with a smirk. “I guess you do a lot of heavy monkey-beating while you meditate, huh?” He shot a smug glance at the cum-tracked percales. My mouth dropped. I ought to make this snotty freshman eat shit for talking back to an upperclassman and fraternity pledgemaster.

But just then Herschel slashed a shit-eating grin and carefully snuggled his face back into the rumpled cotton.

Spreading his legs so he could settle his knees deep into the mattress, his muscular thighs framed his tight, hairless sack and the dangling thick column of man-flesh. I swallowed and knelt to apply the ice to his beet-red bottom.

“Ow!”

“It’ll sting. Hang in there. First cold, then heat. Don’t you freshman know anything?”

“Heat? How’re we gonna do heat?” he grumbled.

“Oh, we’ll think of something.”

He let me work him over for a few moments, his jerking body slowly getting used to the icy shock. “Thanks, Auggie. You’re a good guy for a pledge master.”

“My pleasure.” Truly it was a beautiful ass. I even loved the angry red welts. But I hated my senior brother Bastian for being such a retard. Carefully, I continued to press the ice-packed T-shirt to Herschel’s butt lightly–thinking I’d probably never wash the shirt again–moving the pack gently from one convex curve of succulent flesh to another.

“You think they’ll kick me out of the pledge class.”

“They might. I could try to talk to them. But does it matter?”

“Not to me. But my old man would shit a brick.” I guess it was the idea of losing him that made me do it. I put the ice aside and applied my lips to his burning butt.

His trim body stiffened in shock. “What are you doing?”

“Applying heat.”

His mouth hung open, his chest rose and fell. I followed the track of the ice pack with my warm moist lips, breathing warmth onto his bottom.

“Nobody’s ever kissed my ass before,” he said, both shy and sly at the same time.” I’m getting a boner.”

I checked between his legs. He sure as hell was. His already sizable bone was turning rapidly into Major Sexual Appendage. “Maybe it needs heat, too.” What was I saying? I reached through Herschel’s legs and pulled the dark luscious end of his hardening rod into my mouth. Herschel’s body again jerked in shocked.

He gasped.

I sucked on the succulent glans, firming up my lips even as I vacuum-packed his meat. Awkward as it was, with my head jammed between his legs and my neck stretched to its limits, Herschel’s bone brought the bliss that only freshman meat can bring to my taste buds.

Herschel didn’t move. I strained to get more of him into me, but it was hard to catch up to his swelling sex-pole. As I sucked, his dick doubled in size and girth–and, as I mentioned, Herschel was pretty damn Giganto to begin with. This wasn’t only bliss; this was approaching nirvana. The smooth, turgid sausage tunneled into the back of my throat and continued into my gut. My gag muscles clamped down, milking and massaging its solid spongy length.

Herschel’s chest pumped up and down like mad. “That’s so fucking way hot awesome.” He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. With my lips glued around the base of his dick, I resolved myself so I could lie on my back. Even more of his massive monster pronged into my gullet.

Slowly Herschel pulled his meat out about half a foot, then without pausing he tunneled back into my guzzling throat. He was learning fast. I curled my arms around his hard calves so I could hang on. His tempo increased,. Pumping his hips, he drove his still expanding bone in and out, accompanied by grunts that got more and more feral as his energy spiked.

Damn, fuck! I was ingesting a near record amount of male member and with small effort on my part. Normally, a bone that big would have had me upchucking and generally making an ass of myself. But Herschel’s perfectly proportioned meat was sliding in and out with an ease that the piston on my twenty-year-old Toyota would envy.

If this dude could pop a Ryker and I could take it with a benevolent smile, maybe I should consider alternative career possibilities. I began to seriously consider how to show my appreciation to my young, febrile, face-fucking enthusiast. My butt had never been able to take a hunk of meat quite so massive, but maybe with a little luck and a lotta hole grease, I might be able to make the freshman pledge more than happy to stay with our frat.

There was a light knock on the door. “Hey, Auggie, are you two in there?” Herschel froze, mid-stroke. I suddenly realized a log of meat sliding in and out of my throat fast enough to ignite kindling was one thing’ a log of meat just sitting there, cutting off my oxygen was another. Before I could answer, my body decided to divest itself of about a quart of seminal fluid. Fortunately, I had thought previously to shove my cargos and boxers down so only my bare midsection and the sheets got my fountain of goodness.

Herschel realized what was happening, from the muffled moans coming from my dick-stuffed throat and spastic jerks of my ejaculating body. Instantly, his manmeat log began pumping out stomach-filling bolts of viscous gut-coating cream, allowing a little air to whiz by as it flexed and writhed.

Again, the light, urgent knocks on the door and the subdued tones came into our ears. “Can we come in, Auggie? Is Herschel okay?” Actually, the look on Herschel’s face came loaded with a mix of emotions. Pumping out a load obviously made him very happy; being caught doing so made him very nervous.

“It’s…okay,” I gulped, loath to let the pledge’s huge ejaculating dong drag from my lustful lips. “C’mon in,” I called out quietly. Will and Double Will pushed the door open and peered inside. “Sorry, guys,” I said between sucking the last tasty drops from Herschel’s puking poker. “You caught us right at the climax of a very important act of mercy.”

Herschel stayed on his hands and knees–my arms around his legs pretty much kept him in pace–his eyes wide at the newcomers, his heaving chest slowly settling down. From underneath his crotch, I did the introductions. “You remember Brother Will, the hunkiest sophomore in the frat, and Brother Double Will….”

“Who you damn well better say is the hunkiest junior in the frat.” Double Will grinned and followed Will over to kneel down and get a better look at the pledge’s equipment, which I was still so industriously mouthing between snatches of conversation. I nodded my agreement with his statement and went back to servicing the semi-soft freshman.

“Hey, Will, look at the meat on this guy. I told you his bone was going to be outstanding.” Double Will gave a thumb’s up to Herschel, who blushed ass-red.

Will peered at Herschel’s beaten butt. “It doesn’t look too bad. The guys are really pissed at Bastian this time. I see you got ice on it right away. Auggie’s a regular night nurse the way he takes care of us when we get our butts blistered for the annual Ass Warming. Auggie loves to take car e of butt, doncha, Auggie?”

“Umph,” I sweetly acknowledge, Herschel’s dick having recharged back to gut-guzzling size inside my sucking yawn.

“I’m a dick man, myself,” the long and lean muscled sophomore explained, as both he and Double Will stripped. “But tonight it looks like you’re working on being a dick man yourself, Auggie. Ok if I suck you off while you finish blowing Herschel?” Will pulled my pants and underwear off and knelt between my spread legs so he could fondle my dick and balls.

Double Will, shorter and more muscled, pulled on his meat and tugged on his balls as he wandered around Herschel’s head. “You wanna suck me off?” he offered squatted to give Herschel a good look at his dick, which was a thick, blunt-nosed, beer can chunk of raw red frat meat that looked like it could punch through solid walls. Herschel blinked and swallowed.

“You don’t haveta, if it’s too much for you,” Double Will said, amiably stroking the throbbing mass and bouncing under Herschel’s nose. “It can be a little much at first. But they say it’s worth getting used to it ‘cause I’ve got the sweetest cum in the house!”

“He’s got the sweetest line of bullshit,” Will laughed, licking my balls as I suckled Herschel’s dick harder and humped my hips, trying to get Will to get all the good stuff. When he wanted to be, Will could be a master cocksucker. “If you let him shove that thing down your throat, he’s gonna wanna shove it up your butt, so you better watch how he sweet talks you–” Will began fisting my dick, hard. The thing was already stiff as a brick. I felt like I was going to blow again, before he ever got those fine lips of his wrapped around it. “–unless you like having a baseball bat rammed up your behind.” Will glanced at Herschel’s hole. “Naw. Doesn’t look like you’ve quite used to that–yet!”

Will stretched his jaw and jammed the entire length of my dick into his mouth. His throat muscles thrashed around the impaled shaft as his hands milked my balls and his fingers drilled into my butthole. Beyond awesome.

“Well, you sure as hell are used to getting poled,” Double Will said, smugly to his buddy. “So I guess I could shove it up your tight ass.” He started around toward Will, but Herschel reached out and pulled him back. Taking a deep breath, he tentatively licked at Double Will’s wet, purple prong. “That’s very accommodating of you, young pledge,” Double Will said humorously in a formal way, cupping Herschel’s head in his hand and slowly but inexorably feeding his massive stump between Herschel’s stretched lips. “You’re earning yourself some points, already.”

When four hot and horny guys work together, the hardest tasks cum easily–and it doesn’t take long. Will’s amazing mouth work had me wringing my nuts dry down his throat within minutes. I guess it was my spastic gulping over his pone as I pumped my load into Will, and Herschel’s own hard-working jaws trying to handle Double Will’s meat that triggered our young pledge. His second heavy load washed down my throat almost as juicy as his first. His jerking body was certainly as vigorous. Double Will almost drowned the poor guy, who, to his credit, guzzled and gulped as hard and fast as he could to keep up with the streams of cream Double Will aimed down his gullet, which left Will to get his rocks off.

“Y’know, I’ve heard that hot cum is good for a sore butt,” he said helpfully.

“Specially when you’re 69ing,” Double Will smirked, sliding on his back between Herschel’s arm and legs and nudging me out of the way. “I wanna welcome him to the frat, too,” he winked, by way of apology. “We don’t want him to get any ideas about not completing his pledge. Holy shit!” He looked up at the huge honker dangling in my face, then sucked in Herschel’s meat and went to work on the massive porker as Herschel went back to work on Double Will’s now much more manageable (and somewhat crumpled) beer can.

Will wrung his whang, getting ready to unload over Herschel’s butt. I shoved in a couple of fingers and reamed the frosh’s tight, little tush wide as he and Double Will pumped each other full of dickmilk and Will sprayed a found of healing protein onto the angry welts. Ah, brotherhood! Herschel healed as fast as he did, and that he didn’t bring us up on charges, and that even he and his erstwhile tormenter Bastian eventually made up in true fraternal fashion. Which happened because the four of us had a private (and highly consensual) session with Senior Brother Bastian that involved handcuffs and paddles and specially attention to his body cavities. But I don’t want to put those particular down on paper, ‘cause Bastian is straight. The important thing is the frat is one big happy family now.