(So the next chapter is a long one, and is taking more time than I anticipated, so here are all the chapters I've posted previously. Plus, at the end there is a summary of what the next chapter has in store.)

Submissive: Chapter 1- The Frat Party

When I got to college, I knew I was going to love it here. I still told people I was straight, but knew that I wasn't. I had sex with girls, and it felt good, but I didn't really enjoy it as much as I thought I could. It was my first weekend of junior year that I had my first sexual encounter with a guy. It was also the first time I discovered the highs and lows of bondage.

I'm not going to lie. I am a pretty great catch. I am fairly tall at 6'4", have a nice, athletic body that I work hard for, a buzz cut with short brown hair, and I am pretty well endowed at 8 inches. So when I walked into this frat party, I expected to get some attention. This was the frat that I had always wanted to be a part of. It was the best frat on campus, but it was extremely exclusive, so I really never thought I was going to get a chance.

I was talking to a relatively good looking chick when someone bumped into me, spilling my beer. Now, a big pet peeve of mine is when someone bumps me and doesn't say they are sorry. I turn, thinking this frat bro was going to be an asshole. What I saw was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He was actually perfect. Even though it was slightly dark and most of the lighting was black lights, you could see his perfection from a mile away. He had red hair, green eyes, a perfect face and jaw line that would make the Gods jealous. He looked to be incredibly fit but was much shorter than I was. He had the look of concern on his face, which just made me like him more because he seemed sorry for bumping me.

"Dude I am so sorry. Here come with me, I'll get you another beer." He spoke with an accent. An Irish accent. Oh dear, he just got ten times more attractive. "Here, come upstairs. I have some good beer in my room and not this watered down shit." And he was inviting me upstairs to his room. I had to be dreaming. I thought this stuff only happened in college movies. Only most of them don't have two guys fucking, when apparently there is a fair amount of guy on guy action that goes on in Frats.

We were walking upstairs when I noticed I didn't know this guy's name, so I decided I would introduce myself. "Thanks for this. I'm Gordon, by the way." I extended my hand.

He took my hand and shook it. His hands were so soft. "Oh I am sorry, yes, my name is James. It is nice to meet you Gordon." We continued upstairs, and I got a good look at his ass. My God was it a fine ass. I didn't expect anything else, but still. I was getting excited for no real reason at all. This guy was probably straight, but just felt bad about spilling my beer. However, a man could dream, right?

We got to his surprisingly large bedroom decked out with a king sized bed, a mini fridge, desk with an awesome computer set up, and a lot of other nice things. He seemed to be living the life here. He closed the door behind me. I didn't hear him lock it, but I know now that he did. He knew exactly what he was going to do with right from the start. He told me to have a seat on his recliner as he got two beers from his fridge.

"I hope this will do," he said as he tossed me a fairly expensive beer.

"Wow, this is great, thanks." He smiled at me and I almost fainted. He had a perfect smile that would make anyone weak at the knees. I couldn't find a single thing wrong with him physically. And he was being so nice to me that I was already planning our lives together. Like I said, a man can dream.

"So, what year are you?" He was still smiling.

"Oh, um, Junior."

"Oh wow, I haven't seen you around."

"Yeah, I don't party all that much."

"Got a girlfriend?"

"Um, no. No, I'm single."

"Ahh, I saw you hittin' on some hot girls downstairs though."

"Oh, yea, they look great," I said with a little disinterest in my voice.

He smiled even bigger. "Oh good, I thought so."

"...thought what?" I ask.

"That you were gay." WOW. That hit me like a ton of bricks. He knew my deepest secret and he only knew me for about 5 minutes. Was I that obvious?

"I'm not... I'm... what?" I said.

"It's alright dude, so am I." Again, I was floored. He was so nonchalant saying it. I wish that I had that much confidence in who I was.

"You're...gay?" I ask. I am beginning to get really warn and flustered.

"Yep. Came out years ago. It's a lot of fun being who you are, dude."

"How did you know that I was...?" I couldn't even say it.

"You're gay. It's okay to say it. I saw the way you act around girls. You are nice to them but your eyes wander to the male clientele."

"Were you... watching me?"

"Oh, well..." Now he started to get flustered, which was insanely cute. "Yes, yes I was. I'm sure a lot of people were tonight. I didn't think you would try anything with a guy in public, so I decided I needed to take certain... actions."

"You didn't just 'accidently' bump into me did you?" I smiled at him. I don't know why, but I was feeling more at ease. I think it was because he was getting so flustered, and he was being so damn cute about it.

"No, I didn't." He looked down and then looked up devilishly. "And now that I have you here, I want to...teach you some things."

I got flustered again. I mean, yes, he was so sexy. Like ridiculously sexy. But I have never done anything with a guy. In fact, whenever I was at the gym and have the opportunity to stare at a guy in the showers, I would turn the other way and avoid the situation. The thought of being with another guy made me very uneasy, and even though it is all I have ever wanted, now that it might actually happen, I was scared shitless. Obviously, he noticed that I was uneasy. He came over to the chair and knelt down.

"I won't do anything that you don't want me to do. But I do like being in charge. So if you want to do this..." he grabbed my rock hard package, "...then let's do this. If you don't, then you can go."

There was no way in hell I was leaving now. James had me so hot and horny. I needed him. He touched my cock for a brief moment, and it was the most intense feeling of my life. "I... I..." He leaned in and kissed me. He knew he had me. The kiss was deep and incredible and I never wanted it to end.

"You're mine," he whispered as we were kissing, and he bit my lip. It was a playful bite, and it was so erotic. He pulled my shirt off and began kissing my neck. He pulled me out of the chair and threw me on his bed. "Fuck, you are so sexy," he said as he took his shirt off. God damn, he was fit. A perfect six pack with a "v" leading down to his package, which was very noticeable. "Get naked." It wasn't a suggestion. I was naked in seconds. "You have such a nice, little cock." Little? I am quite proud of my cock, which was standing at 8 inches. If this was little, then I was afraid of what was hiding under those pants.

"Put your hands out to the side over your head, and spread your legs wide." Again, not a suggestion. I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew that I wanted to do whatever he had planned for as long as he wanted. He went to his closet and pulled out a box. "Like I said, I like to be in control. So I am going to tie you up and have some fun with you. Is that alright?" FUCKKKKK. I had always fantasized about being tied up, but was always to terrified to ask a girl to do it, because I thought they would have thought I was a creeper.

"Do whatever you want with me," I whispered more than actually said.

"Good answer." He began to tie me spread eagle to the bed. "But I bet you wish you hadn't said that once I'm done with you." With that, he took off his pants so he was totally naked. Oh. Dear. Lord. That was a big dick. Calling it a big dick didn't do it justice. It looked like my arm was coming out of his groin. "You like it?" he asked with that smile again.

"How big is that thing?"

He laughed and said, "It's just over 10 inches. Don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you with it yet. You definitely have to work up to it. In fact, I'm not going to do anything to your ass right now." He produces a ball gag and put it in my mouth. "Do you know what edging is, Gordon?" I shook my head "No." "Edging is when you get close to orgasm, so close that if you even move an inch you'll cum, but you stop. You don't actually cum." I looked at him, confused. "I am going to play with your cock. I am going to play with it until I want to stop. I am going to edge you until you are a screaming mess, begging me to cum. But you aren't allowed to cum. If you cum without my permission, there will be some very serious consequences." I looked at him scared now. This didn't sound fun to me. I just wanted to give some head and make out, and now this? I shook my head "No" over and over.

"You made the choice to stay. Now, I'm in charge." I pulled at the bindings, but it was no use. I was going to have to take whatever he did to me, and if what I saw in his eyes right before he put the blindfold on me was any indication, this was going to be a long night.

"I am going to start now. You are probably very horny and close to cumming right now, but you aren't allowed to cum. Not until I say you can. Do you understand?" I just lay there motionless, and got a hard slap to my stomach. "I asked you a question." I nodded my head. "Good. Let's begin." He started to work on my cock. His hands were extra slippery and so soft. He had some type of lube that made my cock feel amazing. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. "If you are close to cumming, shake your head back and forth," he says. Almost on cue, I felt like I was going to cum, and shook my head. He stopped, saying, "Damn, that was quick." He paused, as if thinking of what to do.

"Alright, you can cum now, and then we will start the edging. This is gonna be no fun if I have to stop this early so quickly." He took my dick and went crazy on it. He sucked it all the way down his throat, then used his mouth and hand at the same time. It was the best blowjob I ever had, and within seconds, I was cumming. I produce a lot of cum, and even though I warned James by shaking my head, it still surprised him. "Holy shit, that's hot. You're going to be a lot of fun." He kept stroking my sensitive cock after I shot, sending tremors through my whole body. "Oh yes, a lot of fun." I was still rock hard, surprisingly. I think it may have been his accent. I have a severe weakness for accents, especially Irish ones.

"Seems like you're ready to start this thing. Well, so am I." He took my still sensitive dick, lubed it up and went to work. He started off normal enough with a regular hand job, but it still felt incredible. You could tell that James has experience doing this. He worked on my cock silently for about 20 minutes when I got the feelings again. I shook my head and he stopped. Even though I knew he would stop, I was still disappointed that he did. I begin to whimper a little as he does not touch my dick for a few minutes. "Don't worry, we aren't done yet. Not by a long shot." He waited a few more minutes until he took my dick again. This time was different. He only used two fingers and went extremely slow, and it was pure torture. I couldn't even tell you how long he worked on me like that, because by 10 minutes in, I was begging him to cum.

"I love it when they beg so soon. That is going to make these next few hours so much fun." HOURS. He couldn't be serious. If I didn't cum in the next 5 minutes, I thought I was going to lose my mind, but he planned on keeping me there for hours? He kept up the incredibly slow pace for what seemed like hours until finally I thought I was going to cum again. I thought about just cumming and not telling him about it, but if this was bad, I couldn't imagine what the punishment was going to be like. I decided to shake my head and tell him I was going to cum, and he immediately stopped. "Good job, my man. You're doing great. I am going to go down stairs for a little while and make sure the party is going alright. Don't go anywhere," he said as he laughed and left the room.

When was this going to end? I had to have been there for hours because I had so much sweat all over me and my need to cum was out of this world. And although this seemed like pure torture, I don't know why I loved it so much. I needed to cum. I needed that sweet relief. But the fact that I had no control over that made me extremely excited and hornier than I have ever been. James gets off on making people wait, and it seems like I could get used to waiting for him. It would be tough and painful, but hopefully, the reward will be incredible.

I lost track of time and barely noticed the door opening and closing again. Finally James had returned. He walked over to me and took the blindfold off of my face, and my heart stopped. It wasn't James. It was Kyle, my freshman year roommate, and another member of this frat. "Gordon, what have you gotten yourself into here?" I begin to pull at the bindings again, but it's no use. Kyle just laughs at me. "Gordon, I kind of figured you were gay, but I didn't think you were into... this," he said as he played with the ropes binding me. "You're gonna be here a while, bud. James has done this before. Not to me, but a good friend of mine said James tied him up and used his cock and ass for 12 hours straight. By the end, he had no voice because he had been screaming so much, begging him to let him cum. Another guy in the frat said he fucked him for about 4 hours without cumming, and made him cum like 20 times. Rumor has it that during his freshman year, James tied his roommate to his bed for a whole week, and didn't let him cum until the week was over. And he only untied him so he could use the bathroom. He made him miss a test because of it, but James gets what he wants. You may be in for a rough night kid." With that, he got up and left. Well then, now I wasn't so much horny as I was terrified. A week? Who ties someone up for a week without letting them cum. This guy is a psychopath, and I needed to get out of here.

Just as I began thinking that, though, James comes back into the room. "Hey, how did you get that blindfold off?" He walks over to me. "I think I'm gonna have to punish you for this." I start to go berserk. I didn't do anything! All I wanted was to get with this hot guy. What the fuck. He put the blindfold back on me. "I'm gonna be with you the rest of the night, Gordon." He began to take the gag out of my mouth. "If you scream, I will never untie you from this bed." I thought he meant it too. The ball was pulled from my mouth and he pour some ice cold water into it. I didn't realize how much I needed that until it happened. Then he kissed my hard. Fuck.

"You have one question. Make it count." I thought about it.

"How long are you going to torture me?" I asked.

"Well, that depends. Do you like what I am doing to you?" I thought again. I honestly did like it. Hell, I loved it. I just nodded. "Hmmm, how much do you like it?"

"I love it," I said quietly. Even though the possibility of a week of torture was on the table, I couldn't lie. This was all so incredibly sexy.

"Love it, huh? Well then..." I hear him walk to his dresser and pull something out. "These are my favorite dice. I use them on all of the... victims," he said with a laugh. "I am going to roll them, and we will see how long you will be here. A two means 2 hours, and a 12 means 12 hours." Fucking fuck. I guess that one friend of Kyle's rolled a 12 when he was tied up. "This way, your fate is up to chance." He throws the dice on my stomach. I realize that he could just say 12 and I would never know if that is what it landed on. Fucking fuck again. "You rolled a 2 and a 4, only 6 hours. You got lucky. If I rolled doubles, I would get to roll again."

He put the dice on the table and got the lube. "I am going to play you like a fiddle, you fucking bitch." Wow, that was the first time he talked dirty to me the whole night, and I loved it. It was even sexier in his Irish accent. I let out a whimper that is mixed with fear and lust, and he notices. "Fuck yea, you're excited huh. You want me to play with your helpless cock. You want me to make you scream. Don't worry, I'll make you beg until you can't fucking see straight anymore." How was the making me even hornier? I should be scared out of my mind, but, somehow, I wanted him to do this to me. I... needed him to do it to me. When the night started, yes, I would have run for the hills if I knew this was going to happen, but this loss of control, this helplessness, was... amazing.

"I am going to jerk you off now, slowly. Even slower than before, so feel free to scream and beg. Its music to my ears," he said as his lubed up fingers started to massage my already sensitive cock very slowly. Fireworks went off all over my body. He was going so slowly that at this rate, it would take me 6 hours to cum, but I would be hanging right on that edge without him giving me that final push over. He works my entire shaft for a long while, then switches to just the head, rubbing it with his palm. This sends me into hysterics. I didn't know you could feel such sensations by just skin on skin contact, but my God. My whole body was going wild. I could hear him quietly laughing, and I could just picture his gorgeous smile plastered on his face the entire time he was working on me. Then, I noticed that although I was in a place between brutal pain and intense pleasure, I was slightly smiling as well. I really did love this. God, what was wrong with me?

After he finished with my head, he went back to my entire shaft, and I started to get that familiar feeling again. It wasn't immediately there, and it would take a while for it to come, but I was close. He went expertly slow, and knew exactly how to keep me on that edge. I was getting closer and closer, but he kept the same pace. I was starting to hump my hips into his hand, but that just made him slow down more and loosen his grip to a mere graze. I was going insane. He did what he set out to accomplish, and I needed now more than ever in my life to blow my load. I was finally at the edge of orgasm, and I began to think of whether or not I was going to tell James or not that I was going to cum. I couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be if I did, considering the torture he had put me through so far. So I quickly decided I would tell him, even though my need to cum was overwhelming. As soon as I shook my head, he stopped. "Good. I thought you were going to give in." I just bucked my hips and begged, pleaded, cried to let me cum. "You still have a few hours left," was all he said.

He then attacked my body with his tongue. He started high on my neck and shoulders, which is one of my weak spots, and spent some quality time licking my ears. Wow, did this feel amazing. It was as though my body was ten times more sensitive after the treatment he had given me. He worked his way down to my nipples, another one of my spots, and really began to work them over. I was writhing against my bonds, with the pleasure I was feeling sending me over the moon. He tortured my tits long and hard, nibbling and sucking on them until they felt raw. He then moved down my chest to my abs and licked up and down my stomach, kissing every indentation. He worked his way down to my "v", which is my most sensitive spot, and once he realized this, he went to town on my hips and groin area. He licked, nibbled, and kissed them for all their worth. James was giving me great pleasure while teasing me at the same time. Again, this guy was a master. He bypassed my cock and licked my balls. I have some large balls, and right now they were ready to explode so I am sure they were even bigger. He sucked on each other them, giving me even more pleasure than I thought imaginable. He licked down my legs to my feet and sucked on each of my toes. I had never had my toes sucked before, but it felt incredible and it was oddly erotic. Every sensation I felt when he was licking my toes, and the rest of my body for that matter, went straight to my cock. It was yearning even more for release after his tongue bath, and he hadn't even touched it in what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes.

He worked his way back up my legs, and played with my balls again. "These are so full, I can't wait to drain every last drop out of your fucking bull balls." I was so horny and ready to cum, but I knew I still had a lot more time before that happened, a fact that was terrifyingly delicious. In a matter of hours, I was already becoming exactly what James wanted... or needed: a submissive slut. I thought about all the times I had sex with girls and all the times I felt so unfulfilled after I had cum. Now, I hadn't even cum yet, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. Just as I was thinking that, I lost all train of thought as James engulfed my entire 8" cock into his mouth. FUCK. He held it in there, massaging it with his throat. It felt so fucking good, I thought I was going to cum right then. He pulled off though and began jerking me off again. He started out quicker than I thought he would, but then slowed to his regular, incredibly slow pace.

He worked on my cock forever. He never sped up once. He was like a machine on my cock. He never got tired. He never stopped and asked if I needed anything. The only break he took was to give me another sip of water, which was greatly appreciated. I asked him again how much longer, and he said, "A few more hours," the same answer he gave before, which seemed like hours ago. I had lost all tack of time. My thoughts were dominated by my need to cum. I could have been there for days, and going off of my urge to blow my load, it felt like I had been there for months. He gagged me again and got back to work on my cock.

A few minutes/hours/days later, I felt my orgasm was cumming. I had to cum. I made up my mind that I was going to cum and just do whatever he wanted me to do. The need was too great and it outweighed the fear I had for the consequences. My balls were tensing up, as was the rest of my body, and I was about to shoot my load, as James said, "Ahh, so you are taking the punishment then... perfect." He started to stroke my cock fast and hard, and I came immediately. I have never cum so hard in my life. The first one hit my gagged mouth and nose, while the second went flying over my shoulder, and I heard it hit the headboard behind me. My body was in a sort of euphoric state as he continued to pump my cock. Every inch of me was feeling pleasure unmatched by anything I have ever felt. I kept cumming and cumming until finally, after my 12th or 13th volley of cum, I stopped, although my orgasm was still going strong. James let go of my cock and let me calm down a bit. It took a good minute or two for me to stop feeling the effects of this incredible orgasm, given to me by this incredible, evil man.

"That was one of the biggest, hottest loads I have ever seen, Gordon. Fuck that was so hot. And to think, you still had 2 more hours left before your 6 hours was up. I can only imagine what that would have looked like. But you decided you wanted to be punished, which will be even more fun..." He took my cock and started to pump it wildly, and my overly sensitive cock felt like it was on fire. I was screaming into my gag, but not a painful scream, but more like a maniacal, laughing scream. He stopped after a while and said, "These next few days are going to be so much fucking fun."


Submissive: Chapter 2- The Milk Man

I pulled and pulled on my bonds as he continued to pump my cock. I had just had one of the biggest, best orgasms of my life at the hands of the hottest man I had ever seen, and I was utterly terrified. He said he was going to punish me. I didn't know what that meant, but he said that I was going to be here for days. Plural. I was screaming into my gag, pleading with mumbles to let me go. James just laughed.

"You wanted to be punished. You chose this path," he said in his incredibly sexy, almost too hot for my own good Irish accent. Although I had my blindfold on, I heard him moving around the room, which was nice, because my cock was getting a much needed break, but which was also putting me on edge because I had no idea what was in store for me. Luckily for me, James seemed to like to explain things in full detail before he would actually do them.

"Now Gordon, I know that you didn't ask for any of this, but be honest with me. Was that not one of the best experiences you ever had?" I didn't have to think too hard about that one. It truly was. The loss of control and the waiting to cum was both frustrating and incredibly sexy to me, and I wanted more, but I just slowly nodded to his question. "And I bet you want to cum again, don't you?" Again, I just slowly nodded, although if I was going to go through what I just went through again, I needed a little bit of a break. "Good. And I am going to make you cum again. First, take this." He took the gag out of my mouth and gave me some very cold water. It tasted amazing. "Now I am going to unbind your hands. If you fight me, I will break a very important appendage that still seems to want some attention." I was in no mood to fight him, although I was curious as to what exactly was happening. He undid my bonds and sat me up. He was quite tender in his touches, gently caressing my body upright.

"Don't be alarmed, this is only a banana." It hit my lips and I got his joke. If he hadn't told me, I would have thought I was sucking cock for the first time. I ate it in no time at all. He gave me another, saying I needed my strength for the upcoming festivities. "How long am I going to be here, James?" I said it with as much sweetness and vulnerability as I could muster. He pushed me gently back down on the bed and began to strap me back in. "Well, I can sense you're scared, so let me put you at ease. I will not harm you in any way that will be permanent. I will push your limits though. Even when you say stop, I won't, because I can tell if someone can push themselves even further." He finished binding me, and got off the bed.

"I am going to make you cum, Gordon. A lot. For a whole day, I am going to make you cum and cum and cum. I want to see how far I can push you until you can't take any more. And then I am going to keep going. The record amount of times I have made someone cum in one day is at 18, but with you, I want to blow past that. Far past that. Get fucking comfortable, because you aren't leaving here until you cum at least 25 times. I am going to use my hands, my mouth, and a milking machine in order to do it. I am going to abuse your tits, slap your balls, and probe your ass, and get more cum out of you than you ever thought you had. And once you start dry shooting, well that's when the real fun for me begins."

At this point, I was actually freaking out. If I were to cum 25 times, that would mean once an hour, but it seemed like he was going to go full force, meaning once a fucking minute. I was screaming, begging, but he wasn't hearing any of it. "Again, you chose punishment. And this is your punishment. Well, part of it, anyway, but part two is tomorrow, and I'll explain that to you after you're done here." He took my still rock hard cock in his hands. "Seems like little Gordon is ready to roll. Oh and don't worry about getting soft on me. I put Viagra in the water you drank, and I'll do that all night and day so either you could dehydrate and pass out, or you could lay back and try to enjoy this."

With that, he began. "I am going to use some lube on the first one and then my mouth on the second. Then I am going to try and get some sleep and put the milker on you for a while. How does that sound, slut?" he said with a laugh. I was still shaking, pulling at the ropes. He lubed up his hand and started to jerk my cock. It wasn't the slow torture he put me through before, because now he really did want me to cum. And almost in no time at all, I had that feeling, and was cumming all over the place. There wasn't as much cum as the previous orgasm, but it was still an incredible amount. "Holy shit, dude, you cum more than any other person I have ever seen." The weird thing about this cum, though, is that I didn't feel it hit my body. It was like it went straight up in the air and then disappeared. It wasn't something I lingered on, though, because the assault on my sensitive cock took over all of my thoughts, as he took my cock into his mouth and continued to suck hard. I was going ballistic. I had cum twice in a matter of 30 minutes, and my body was in one long involuntarily spasm. How the hell was I going to get another 24 loads out of me without me actually dying?

My next load took a little while longer, and my body was going bananas at the time, but he finally brought me to another orgasm. He pulled off my cock right before I was about to shoot, and I shot as much as the previous time, but again, I didn't feel the cum hit my body. I think he was eating each and every one of my loads! This was one twisted kid. He finally pulled off my cock after what seemed like ages and walked over to his closet. "So, I am pretty tired, so I am going to try to get some sleep. It's about 4:00am now and I want to be well rested for later. Don't worry, I will be sleeping on my couch right over there so I won't be too far away in case something were to happen. For now, I am going to hook you up to my milker. It is a devious little machine. It has a mind of its own, meaning no matter how much you beg, it won't stop. You're poor little dick is going to be quite sore after this guy starts sucking on you." I felt a sleeve get put over my still rock hard and very sensitive cock. I shuddered at the touch. "We also have something for your balls too. I am not really into ball busting myself, but a small tap on this can be extremely pleasurable. You'll see what I mean by that soon. Also, I have a dildo to fuck you." Now, up until this point, although I was terrified by what was happening to me, I have pretty much enjoyed every single bit of it. I have never been fucked before, and I didn't know if I would be able to take anything up my ass.

"This is a very special machine to me. The dildo was designed by a very close friend of mine. It is hooked to a machine that will fuck you slowly for a while then fuck your brains out for a while. When it is fucking you slowly, the dildo will start to grow in length and expand in width. Right now, it is about 6" long and 2" around, which is really nothing at all. It will, however, grow to the size of my dick by the time the program is done, so about 10" long and 5" around." GULP. I feel the dildo be pushed into my ass. There was a considerable about of lube on it which was nice, but still, all the lube in the world would make me feel better about take the monster that I saw hanging between his legs. The dildo that he inserted hurt going in, but once it popped trough my hole, it actually didn't feel all that bad. In fact, it felt pretty wonderful. It was as small it was going to be, though, so I didn't get too excited.

He took the gag out of my mouth and put the bottle of water next to my mouth. I thought about not taking it, but I knew that he would keep this assault up no matter what I did, so I decided I would stay hydrated, even if it meant taking down some Viagra in the process. I sipped the water as he asked, "Do you want to say something, Gordon? This is your last chance for a while." I didn't even bother asking him to stop, or asking how long, or anything like that. I actually decided to try to compliment him, thinking that would put an end to this sooner rather than later. I said, "Although this is truly painful, I have to say you are the sexiest fucker with the biggest cock I have ever seen." He laughed at that and said, "Well, thank you, that means a lot to me. I don't have the biggest dick in the world though. I have a few friends that have bigger dicks than I do. One of them, the one that designed my fucking machine actually, and also a fellow brother, has a 13" dick, which I said was actually impossible, but we measured it, and he was telling the truth. He had a 10" dick but said he wanted it bigger, so he came up with a growth pill. It worked like a champ." I am going to make it a point to try and avoid him. "And then I have friends back home, twins that have about the same size dick as me but they are even more fucked up and twisted than I am. They put both of their dicks up some of their...slaves." The word slave was said to frighten me, I could tell, and it worked. Was that what I was? And if it was, why did I love it so much? "And the stamina they have. Well let me just say that they recorded one of their sessions. They fucked this hot piece of ass for 3 hours long and hard, and they still didn't cum once, even though the slave had cum probably 15 times. I'll have to have them come down and hang with you for a night or two." I shook my head as he laughed.

"And the finishing touch..." I felt a clamp go on my right tit followed by my left. It hurt like hell because I have extremely sensitive nipples. He loved my discomfort, adding "I don't want you to feel too much pleasure." He moved to the foot of the bed. "Are you ready, sexy?" I just lay there and tried to wrap my brain around what was going to happen. He flicked a switched and the milker kicked on. It wasn't too fast, but my cock was extremely sensitive, so it was like a lightning bolt struck my dick and sent waves through my whole body. I noticed a little tapping at my balls. It wasn't nearly hard enough to hurt, and actually felt quite good. The dildo began vibrating and moving slowly in and out of me. So far, besides the slightly painful feeling on my sensitive cock, everything was feeling marvelous. "I am going to go sleep now. I am a pretty heavy sleeper, so you can scream as much as you want. Might put me to sleep even faster." I could barely hear him walk away as I was moaning into my gag and the hum of the machines made it difficult to hear.

It took a little while because the milker wasn't going all that fast, but the first load was forced out of me with great force. It was a huge load, and I was still amazed that I could cum so much after what I had been through. However, that is when the real torture began. The milker didn't stop. In fact, it sped up slightly. The tapping on my balls got a little more noticeable, and the dildo began to expand in my ass. All of these things happened simultaneously immediately after I came. The sensations were just too much, and I went crazy in my bonds. I couldn't take much more of this, but I knew that I was going to be here for a very long while. I was honestly fairly content with that fact. I was going to be put through some serious torture, and that excited me. The fact that it excited me was quite puzzling, but I didn't linger on the subject too much because my private parts were being assaulted.

The second load took a lot of work. The milker was going full force, each new suction bringing an incredibly wonderful yet unbelievably terrible sensation to my entire body. The tapping on my balls, something that I would not have thought I would like, turned me on greatly. It wasn't hurting so much as churning my cum filled balls. The dildo was much bigger than when we started. When it first expanded, it hurt. It really fucking hurt. But once I started getting used to it, the pain became incredible pleasure. I thought my balls were running on empties, and by the time I came again, I was shocked at how much cum I felt leave me. As soon as I began to cum, the pounding on my balls went to full force, the milker kicked it into high gear, and the dildo started pistoning in and out of me. It was unreal the assault I was taking from these pleasure/torture devices.

Once my orgasm subsided, which took longer than usual, the machines slowed down. They were still going faster than the previous round of torture, but again, the milker was a little faster, my balls were being tapped a little harder, and the dildo in my ass expanded again. And this is how it went for the next 8 orgasms. I don't think I was producing cum by the last of them, and my dick, balls, and ass were beginning to get quite sore.

"How are you feeling?" That sexy Irish voice would have startled me if I hadn't been so drained of energy. I think he could tell that I was literally spent, and he said, "Give me one more orgasm and you'll be done for a while." There was a real sincerity in his voice. While I didn't think that he was going to stop after this orgasm, his voice gave me hope that this may all be over. "The dildo is at its biggest size, the milker will be at its fastest, and your balls are going to get hit the hardest. You should cum in no time." He couldn't have been more wrong. Yes, all of the devices were going at a crazy speed and strength, and my cock was rock hard, but this was pure torture. James kept encouraging me, though, whispering things in my ear, trying to get me to the finish line. The dildo was going at a pace that probably tore my hole wide open, my balls felt like they were being kicked hard every other second, and the milker was going so fast on my sensitive cock that I'm sure it was a blur to the human eye.

My body began to tense up and I knew that I was going to cum. Just as I was about to shoot, James took the clamps off my sensitive tits, causing me to scream louder than I ever thought I could, as I came. This orgasm was unlike anything else I had ever felt before. While each orgasm I experienced that night was mind blowing, this one actually shut my body down. I couldn't move as the milker, ball buster, and fucking machine wailed on me for the last few seconds. The pleasure and pain I felt cannot be described. I have felt that same feeling many times after that, but this was the first time I knew exactly what pleasure felt like. Once I began to breathe again, I realized the machines were removed. I was so happy, but I knew that this ordeal was far from over. I couldn't take anything else. I began to cry. I never cry, but I sobbed like a child when the thought of having to cum again entered my mind.

James was already removing my bindings when I began crying, and as soon as I was free, he cuddled up right next to me and gave me sweet little kisses all over my body. "You did so good, baby. You are done for the day. I knew you could do it. Strapped to those machines for 6 hours. I knew you were special." His comforting words, as well as the knowledge that I was done for the day, calmed me down a great deal. "Gordon, I am not going to apologize for what was done to you, because I think you loved every second. I needed to test you to see if you were who I thought you were. And you passed with flying colors. The brothers are going to be so happy. You are only one of six who passed this semester out many interested. I am so happy and proud of you." I had no idea what he was talking about, so I mustered every ounce of energy and said, "Huh?"

"I have been watching you for some time, Gordon. I knew you were gay, and I thought you were... submissive. But from what I can tell after last night and this morning, you love being helpless, at the will of another man." He was 100% correct with that assessment. "Our Fraternity is a bit different than others. Almost all of us are bi or gay, and we are the most prestigious, best frat you can join on campus. We are extremely selective in our choices of brothers, and we test each person being considered for membership before we even begin the pledging process." I must have still looked slightly confused, along with totally spent. "Each of our pledges are slaves." That hit my like a ton of bricks.

"What?" I ask, not really believing what I am hearing.

"Although we are all Brothers, and love and respect each other, the pledges are put through tests that render you helpless, like you were tonight. You also do anything a Brother is to ask of you. While slave seems kind of harsh, it is the best word to describe it." I must have had a look of horror on my face now, and he tried to comfort me. "Gordon, all of the tests are meant for you to grow, to feel pleasure. Mostly everything what happens to you during the process is for your own pleasure. If you mess up or something, that is where the pain comes in."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" I asked after a long pause.

"Because you are going to be asked to pledge this frat, and you need to know what you are getting into beforehand, because once you are in, you are in. There is no turning back without great consequences. You do not have to give an answer now, and in fact, I would wait at least a week so you can process everything that is going on. And plus, you still have more punishment for me to give you." I could feel a lump in my throat forming. I couldn't do anything else for him. He again consoled me. He seemed to pick up on my signals quickly. "Not now, Gordon, but later. I didn't really think I could pull 25 loads out of you for the whole day. The most I even got was 10 in 12 hours and you already beat that, so you have already proven yourself. Now, you sleep. Rest so tonight you will be ready to meet the rest of the fraternity." Those words made me both excited and nervous. I couldn't even imagine what was in store for me, but that was on the backburner as the real question lingered in the air: Did I want to be part of this frat? The past few hours had been maddening, and I totally loved every single second of it. This may be a world that I want to be a part of. The punishment aspect was something I was not really keen on exploring, but the pleasure side was highly alluring. James was right. I would have to think about this. This was a lot of information to process, and I had barely any energy left in me. I immediately fell asleep after I closed my eyes, dreaming of what might be coming my way in the future.

Submissive: Chapter 3- The Frat Party: The Sling

It was dark. I was surrounded by 50 to 100 guys all wearing robes, each carrying a paddle, each with a menacing look on their face. I am in a stockade of sorts, with my ass totally exposed. Someone says, "This pledge failed us, and in doing so, he must be punished. Each brother will give him a hard smack on the ass. We do not care if he bleeds. We do not care if he screams. He needs to learn there are consequences to his actions. Brother James, begin." James stepped in front of me with a very large paddle. H leaned down to my ear and whispers, "You deserve this, bitch." He walks around the back of me, pulls him paddle back and...

I wake up in a cold sweat. I was shaking, but I felt a sense of calmness coming over me as I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me. "Are you alright, babe?" Although James was the villain in my dream, I felt safe in his arms, which is crazy to think about, considering he had tortured me for hours just a short time ago. "What did you dream about?" James said in his sexy Irish voice.

I told him all about my dream in full detail, to the point where I became visibly affected by it. He just pulled me closer into his arms, saying, "We would never hurt anyone like that. We only punish to teach a lesson, not to bring harm to the person. Even if it was a serious infraction, the council would find a less painful, but longer form of punishment, like chastity. Gordon, you don't have to be scared of us. We are a brotherhood, and we care and look out for each other. Yes, you will be property for the first few months of this process, but we do that to bring you into our circle. I was a slave, and now you see what I can do. Please, Gordon, don't be afraid of our fraternity. It is here to provide a path of happiness, not fear." I was very calm now. James had a sort of intoxicating effect on me, to the point where I think I would probably do anything he asked me to do.

"What else are you going to do to me, James?" I asked, with a slight excitement mixed with fear in my voice.

"Well, it is not what I am going to do, but what we are going to do." I didn't really understand what he meant. "Gordon, I consider myself quite an open person. I think I learned that from my Dom when I was pledging. He would lay out in full detail what was going to happen before it did. I don't know if it was because he wanted to scare me or if he wanted to prepare me, but every time he would do something to me, I knew every detail before we began." He was stroking my stomach and was very close to my ear, almost licking it. It was extremely erotic. "I prepared you with the fucking machine so you could take the cocks of all the brothers tonight."

I visibly tensed up, but James worked even harder to keep me calm. "Gordon, it is not about pain, it is about pleasure. This is more than I have asked of anyone that is not pledging, but I see real potential in you. You seem to enjoy... even thrive on being held against your will. You may have begged me to stop, but you never went so far as to make it seem like you meant it. You wanted the torture. You loved it." I really did. It was so intoxicating being tied up like he did. But still, I don't think I could take all of his frat brothers in one night.

"James, I want to make you happy, but I don't think I can do that."

"I understand your apprehension. Hell, 30 dicks is a lot. Especially since the smallest of the bunch is... well actually, you would have the smallest dick there." Say what now? I had a very nice, long cock. And I would be the small one of the group of over 30! "One of our basic requirements for membership is that you have to be well endowed. We talked to your freshman year roommate, and he confirmed what I had believed." I just don't think I could do this.

Just then, the door flew open, and two guys came walking in. One was very short, but handsome as hell and built like a truck. "Gordon, this is Chris, but you can call him Piston." The other was tall, nerdy looking, but had a weird cuteness to him. "And this is Nathan. We call him Iggy, on account of the fact he has a huge ass reptile in his pants. He was my Dom when I pledged, and made my fucking machine."

"The guy with a 13" dick?" I asked. James and Chris laughed, but Nathan looked at me as though he was looking into my soul. It was a strange feeling, but it seriously felt like he could see something that others could not.

"The rumors are true," he said, matter of factly. I was quite attracted to his limited emotions. "Is he ready?"

"I think he is. Gordon, we are going to take you to our basement now. We are all going to fuck you until we are ready to be done with you. Is that alright?" He asked this. He really asked this. As if I had the option to say yes or no. So I thought seriously about it for a few seconds. It would hurt. It would be long. It would probably change me forever. But it could also lead me to being in one of the best Fraternities on campus. I just nodded slowly. Nathan had a hint of a smile on his face. It was the first and only emotion I saw on him until the night was over. I don't know why I found that so attractive. He was, in a word, a nerd. A tall, cute nerd, who apparently had the dick of a God. I was never attracted to people like him. I usually went after people like James. And although I find James incredibly hot, I was feeling a pull towards Nathan more than anyone else I ever had before.

The three led me to the hallway and I was floored by what I saw. The whole hallway was lined with naked men. All of them were hard. All of them were hot. All of them were hung. And, most of all, all of them had the look of pure desire in their eyes. I was led down the hallway, feeling incredibly uncomfortable because I was still naked. Sure, so was everyone else besides Nathan and Chris... I mean Iggy and Piston. But that doesn't mean I felt any less uncomfortable.

I walked down the stairs to the main floor, then immediately down to the basement. It wasn't your typical basement. We walked into the party room that was still a mess from the previous night. I thought that this is where we were going to do this... thing I guess you could call it. But I was very wrong. We walked over to a seeming uninteresting wall, and Nathan pulled out a keychain with what looked like a pod to unlock a car. He clicked a button and the wall began to move, revealing a secret tunnel of sorts. We began to walk through, and I noticed we were being followed silently by all of the Brothers of the Fraternity, all still raging hard.

Once we walked for a short period of time, we entered what I can only describe as a dungeon. There were cells, cages, walls lined with whips, paddles, and other torture devices, a cross, a high table, and a sling. James stepped forward and said, "Gordon, this is the Fraternity Chamber. All of our most important traditions and ceremonies are done here. You are one of the very few non- pledges or non- Brother to ever step foot in here, so take that as a sign of respect and adoration towards you from all of the Brothers present." While this made me feel pretty special, I was still feeling uneasy about this whole thing. I think he sensed this, but he continued. "Gordon, we are going to put you into this sling here. It is a position that, if selected to join this Brotherhood, you will be very familiar with. Please come here."

I walked ever so slowly to the sling and kind of through myself on it. Even though I was scared, I really did want to succeed. I wanted to be in this Fraternity so bad. I also wanted to see if I truly did get off on being completely helpless. James quickly strapped me into the sling, making it impossible for me to move. It was exhilarating, being in a room with over 30 guys, all stroking their hard, large cocks, and being totally at their mercy. James began speaking again. "Gordon, as I said before, we are all going to fuck you. This is an unusual thing for us here, but at the request of one of our brothers, he asked for you to be tested. We are going to fuck you hard, until you can't walk anymore. We are going to push you to the limit and then further. We are going to treat you like the common whore you are. We will control your every move, and you will thank us for it." He began to put a ball gag in my mouth. "We won't stop until we say we are done." James had an almost animalistic look in his eyes. He wanted to fuck me more than I ever thought possible. I'm sure he was the one who requested this. He was a sick bastard. A gorgeous, hung sick bastard.

"We will start with our smallest cock. Slow- Mo, please approach the sling. We call him this because it is as though he likes it nice and slow when he is fucking, unlike Piston, who will probably break your hips for the furious fucking he'll give you. Slow- Mo has a nice 8 and a half inch cock. It is going to open you back up for the rest of us. Slow- Mo, please begin." He was a cute, tall guy with an attractive face, almost no body fat with a slight muscle build, a beautiful cock and very low hanging balls. He put his cock right on my entrance. James took some lube and applied it to both Slow- Mo's cock and my ass. I noticed that he was wearing a condom, which was a relief. As he began to enter me, the pain was intense. Even after all night with that machine stretching me out, my hole still wasn't used to anything entering it. James was right in my ear, whispering things like, "Breath" and "Relax". He was trying to make me feel better and make the pain less apparent. Once Slow- Mo was all the way in and I felt his pelvis against my ass, he slowly pulled out and went back in again. The pain was still there, but there was obvious pleasure mixed with it. I let out an involuntary whimper through my gag, and Slow- Mo must have heard, and said "Ah, you like my big cock, you dirty cunt?" He began to quicken his pace but was still going nice and slow. "This is going to be the tip of the ice burg, bitch. I may like it slow, but there are a lot of guys in here that will destroy your ass. And watch out for Piston. He has stamina to fuck you on full tilt for hours." I was barely hearing what he said because of the feelings that were radiating through my whole body. I was on cloud nine. It felt so amazing. I really wish I could have jerked off, but my hands being cuffed made that impossible.

He fucked me like that for a solid 20 minutes before he was cumming. He was about to cum, but he pulled out and left the room quickly. I was stunned. I was so looking forward to his release, but he just left. I guess this was just another party of my punishment. I was so ready to burst again, and I think he was pumping to slow for me to get off, but if anyone were to even think about touching my dick, I would have exploded. After just one fucking, I was already tired, so these next few dozen were going to nearly kill me.

"This is Buckets," James whispered as one of the tallest people I have ever seen walked toward me. He was a star basketball player at our school. He was so good looking, with an athletic body and a beautiful 9 inch cock. "We call him buckets for two reasons. First, he is on the basketball team, and second, because he cums more than anyone else we all have ever seen." This made me fairly excited. I looked for Nathan in the crowd as Buckets was beginning to enter me. I saw his face, stern and slightly thoughtful, he seemed to be studying me. God, why did I feel such a pull towards him?

Buckets began fucking me, and immediately I knew that this was going to be a little more difficult than the last guy. He started at a fast pace, and it didn't seem like he was going to let up any time soon. He was really giving it to me, saying things like "Take it, you fucking bitch" and "I'm never gonna stop fucking this sweet ass." It was turning me on so much. He began to grab my cock when I heard Nathan scream, "HANDS OFF HIS COCK!" Fucking shit. A few more tugs and I would have cum everywhere. Buckets kept going until he was about to cum. He pulled out and kept stroking his dick but, again, he left the room. What the hell! I wanted to see what he could do! I was so pissed off at Nathan and James for doing this. I wanted to get that cum all over me.

After that, I went through several different people that were kind of forgettable, but in the best way possible. All of them fucked me hard, all of them used me and talked dirty to me, but I couldn't help but be distracted. I noticed that everyone in the room was naked besides Nathan, the one person I really wanted to see naked. I was disappointed but also kind of thankful at the same time. I don't think I would be able to handle a cock as big as that. But still, I would try for him, I think. God, the man has said all but 10 words to me and I am falling for him. How is this possible? We stopped for short periods of time so I could get water and some food, and James asked me how I was doing. I really couldn't answer because I really didn't know. I loved everything about it, but I also hated that I loved it. Maybe hate is the wrong word. I was just confused as to why I loved it so much, and I think that scared the shit out of me. All the guys had yet to cum in my precence though. I was beginning to think that cumming in front of another non-pledge was against the rules of the Fraternity.

James was at my ear as another Brother finished fucking me and said, "I'm next, slut. God damn I am going to enjoy this." He put a condom on his immaculate cock and lubed it up. "I love it when they scream, so make sure I hear you." This sent chills through my entire body. I don't think I will have any trouble doing that. He began to push into me and I felt the girth immediately. I had been used by a dozen guys or more but I could still feel this monster. He began to pump in and out of me at a nice, steady rhythm. It felt incredible. I hadn't really felt that pain mixed with pleasure from the past few guys, but James brought it back with full force. He began to speed up and started fucking me harder than I had been fucked the whole night. Oh I was screaming alright, but not because it hurt. Well, alright it hurt, but I was also feeling something that I never felt before. I felt like I was going to cum, but no one had touched my cock all night. I didn't think I had permission to cum, and I looked at James with pleading eyes and shaking my head. He just laughed and simply said, "Cum, bitch." Almost on cue, I erupted into the greatest orgasm of my life. My entire body was racked by it and I could barely breathe for a good minute. It was incredible, and it kept going and going. I think the fact James never eased up once even after I came was the reason it lasted so long. Finally, after what seemed like days, James pulled out and left the room.

Immediately, another cock was put into my ass and the assault continued. I looked over at Nathan frequently, and he kept the same expression the entire time. It was like he was trying to study for a test, and the material he was studying was how hard I could get fucked. And I got fucked and fucked and fucked. I think I was up to 25 guys, and there were still more to go.

"Piston is next, bitch. Hold on to your hat," James whispered into my ear. I hadn't noticed that Piston had shed his clothes. With his shirt on, it was obvious that he worked out, but with his shirt off, you couldn't have prepared me for the perfection. He had one of the most perfect bodies I had ever seen. It was actually chiseled to perfection. Even though he was quite short, he was still sporting an extremely impressive 10 inch cock. His face, which was handsome as all hell, had a slight twinge of evil to it. I thought I knew what was coming, but apparently I didn't.

"I am going to fuck you all night, bitch," he said as he readied his cock with a condom and lube. "I am going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to breathe. His attitude seriously scared me. He looked less intimidating with his clothes on, that is for sure. Now that he was poised to fuck me, I was nervous. He began to slide into me and I immediately felt the pain of his massive cock. Again, the past few cocks I basically couldn't feel all that much. That much fucking it going to numb you out in some ways. But this cock was in a whole other league. It was stretching me to my breaking point. He went in slowly but persistently. Once he was all the way in, he said, "I'll give you a minute to get used to it, but then, I'm going to pound your sweet pussy harder than I have ever fucked anyone before." Again, chills, although this time it was less from excitement and more from fear. This cock would seriously hurt me if he went all out, and I was quite confident I couldn't take it.

He went in and out of me slowly for a minute or so, and I was becoming slightly used to his heft when he began to pick up the pace. "I like to torture fuck people, bitch. I fuck them hard, harder than they ever have been fucked. I love when they are a whimpering mess after I am done with them. It shows me that I did my job right." He picked up the pace even more. "Yeah, cunt, I am going to fuck you until the sun cums up. I want to hear you scream your lungs out, that will make me even harder." He was going incredibly fast now, and I was in serious pain. I kept waiting for the pleasure, but it never came. It was just constant pain, and he continued to speed up. "You like that bitch, huh. Yeah, now I'm really gonna fuck you." He turned into a machine and began to fuck me harder than I thought was humanly possible. I haven't even seen this speed on a porn. The slaps that my ass made on his pelvis were deafening. I was in so much pain that I began to cry.

"STOP RIGHT NOW!!!" I heard someone scream out. Piston didn't stop, but went ever harder, and Nathan ran toward him and almost tackled him out of me. I had tears in my eyes and it was difficult for me to see. Standing right over me was a fully clothed Nathan. He had the look of concern in his eyes. "Everyone out," he said. Almost at once, the room was empty with just Nathan and I. He assisted in removing my binds and helping me out of my sling, but I was so very weak. Luckily, he predicted this would happen and pulled the mattress from the bed over under the sling. I lay right down on it. I was shivering. I was slightly embarrassed, and pretty scared. What Piston had done was wrong. The rest of the guys fucked me hard, but he fucked me to hurt me.

I was still crying when I felt Nathan lay down behind me. I felt his body close to mine. His... naked body. Oh God, he was going to fuck me. I immediately begin to panic, but he wraps his arms around me and pulls me in tight. "Gordon, I am so proud of you. I knew you were special, and I am happy that I set this night up for you. Piston always ruins every good thing we try here. He is a little different from the rest of us when it comes to sex. He likes to hurt people. I like to hurt people too, but I like pleasure to be infused with that hurt. He doesn't see it that way." He was kissing my neck and whispering in my ear the entire time, and I felt so safe in his arms. "If you pledge this Brotherhood, I will be your Master for you pledging. I promise that I will bring you every joy you can imagine from this lifestyle. I really do hope that this last image of tonight won't spoil everything." He pulled me closer. "I have very big plans for you, and I think that together, we can accomplish great things." I was still crying, but now it was because of what he was saying. He wanted me. And I wanted him. Tonight gave me a lot to think about, but the fact that Nathan would be the person being in charge of me would make my decision much easier.

"We are going to go to the doctor in an hour so he can check you out. All of that fucking will have left some damage. Surely nothing permanent, but there may be no fucking for a little while."

"I'm ok with that," I said with a laugh.

"You have the most amazing smile I have ever seen," he said.

I look up and see him hovering over me, smiling. He was so damn cute. "Thank you. Have to say the same about you too." He came down and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was so soft and sensual. It wasn't rough like it was with James, but it was romantic, even a little awkward, like we were teenagers kissing for the first time. We parted lips and I tried to turn over, and when I did, I saw it. I looked down and saw the largest cock I have ever seen in my life. "Holy fuck."

"Yea, we are going to have to work you up to this I think."

That was something that I was definitely excited about doing.

Submissive: Chapter 4- Last Punishment

I was sitting in the doctor's office waiting for him to come and see me. This doctor was one of the Brother's fathers, and a former brother on Delta Omicron Mu, or DOM. I was incredibly sore at the moment. I had next to no energy at all, so Nathan and James had to help me with everything required to get me here. After Nathan and I cuddled together for an hour or so, him just using his gentle hands to explore my body, he helped me up and we went into the shower. He was carrying most of the weight between the two of us, and he did most of the washing also. My limbs seemed to be dead, and every time I would try to move them, they either wouldn't work or it would hurt, so I decided to let Nathan help as much as he could. While in the shower, I got to witness up close just how much of a monster dick this guy had. It was ridiculously long, just past 9" soft and thick as a Monster Energy Drink can, which was fitting. I kept "accidently" touching it in the shower. Nathan smiled at this, knowing that he had me wrapped around his finger, and it had only been 2 days since I had introduced into this lifestyle.

Once we exited the shower, Nathan called for James to help me get dressed and help me upstairs. James came in with a remorseful look on his face. You could tell he had been crying. "Are you alright, baby?" he asked as he gently hugged me and kissed my neck. I whispered I would be alright. He was happy to hear this but you could tell that he was still very upset that I was hurt. It seemed like although these guys got off on hurting and torturing others, they never wanted to harm people past what they could handle themselves. Yea, James tortured me by milking my cock over and over again, and it hurt, but it wasn't as though he was looking to hurt me. He was looking to test me and to push me. What Piston did, fucking me that hard, he was looking to hurt me, and didn't care about the pain it caused. I was sure he would have a good "talking to" about what happened.

Both Nathan and James helped me into Nathan's car, which was incredibly nice, and we drove to the doctor's office. It was very late, or early I guess at 4:00am, and I was astonished that a doctor would take calls of this nature at this time of night. They explained the situation and I understood. I was also surprised that I was still awake, because I was incredibly tired. I didn't stay awake too long as I was woken up by Nathan kissing my temple telling me we were at the doctor's office. Nathan and James helped me out of the car and basically carried me into the office, where a very young, very attractive man was waiting for us.

"So this is the one, huh?" he said.

"He is going to be, I think," Nathan said smiling. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I just smiling and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Gordon. I um..." I stopped myself from talking because I was so embarrassed about what I was going to say.

"Hello, Gordon, my name is Lance, and don't worry, Nathan filled me in. What that punk did was wrong, and not in the ways of DOM. I sincerely hope he gets punished for what he did." So he was a former Brother. I guess that's why he was available so early. "As for you, I heard that before that happened, you showed incredible promise to become one of the best pledges DOM has ever had. Nathan here speaks very highly of you." This made me beam with pride. I had only really known Nathan for a day, but I was already falling for him, so if he spoke this highly of me, then maybe he had similar feelings towards me.

"Won't you come with me, Gordon? Nathan and James, I will be right back out." Lance took me back to his examination room and sat me down on the table. He asked for me to get undressed and he would be right back. I slowly began to undress, but any movement I made was met with pain in my ass or soreness in my limbs. I had been tied up for the better part of 48 hours, so I guess this shouldn't be a surprise. Once I was naked, I took stock of what I looked like in the full length mirror Lance had in the room. I was noticeably worn out, but I looked... fulfilled is probably the best word for it. I knew that what I had been through was just the tip of things to come, but other than the very last part, I loved every single second of it. Both James and Nathan had done something to me. They had woken up a part of me that I didn't know existed. And now that it was awake, I wanted to... needed to feed it.

Lance walked back in, and to me great surprise, he was totally naked. He was drop dead gorgeous with his clothes on, but without them, it was as if a sculpture had come to life. He had light blonde hair covering most of his body, he was muscular but not bulky, and his flaccid cock had some serious heft to it. I would have loved to see that thing in full force. He walked closer to me.

"I thought you may feel a little awkward sitting naked while I was fully clothed," he said. To be honest, I hadn't really thought about it. I was still standing by the mirror as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He began to kiss the back of my neck. Shit, he was turning me on so much. He moved his hands to my sensitive nipples and began to massage them. "I want you to be totally relaxed, Gordon. I want you to be ready to take my big cock when I fuck your brains out," he whispered. I just moaned with delight. "Would you like that, Gordon? If I strapped you down to this table and fucked you long and hard?"

"Yes," I whispered. I was rubbing my ass against his growing member, hoping he would take me like he said.

"Good, then Piston didn't ruin you," he said flatly and walked over to the table. "Please join me over here Gordon." I followed him and laid down on my back. "I am not going to fuck you, Gordon, as much as I would like to. I will someday, I am sure, but now, this is about making sure there is no damage to your back entrance." He told me to put my legs in the detachable stirrups. I did so and he strapped my ankles to them. He began to poke around, and although it was sore, it was feeling quite good. He stuck a finger inside me, and then another. He immediately found my prostate, which brought my semi hard cock to full mast.

"Well, I see no damage was done. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I would say you were only fucked by a well hung man, and not dozens of well hung men. This is quite impressive, to say the least. Usually, after the treatment your ass got would have caused tearing, inflammation, or at least some internal damage, but you could probably go another round right now if you were up for it." I was up for it sexually, but mentally and physically, I was so drained. I just needed to sleep.

"May I take a rain check, sir? I would love nothing more than to try and please you in any way I can, but I can barely keep my eyes open right now."

Lance smiled. "You really are going to make some waves if you choose to pledge." He told me to sit now, which did cause a little discomfort. "You are going to pledge, correct?" I looked into his eyes and he could tell I didn't have a sure answer yet. "That's alright, boy, take your time with it. James said you'll have a week to decide. Take that time to weigh the pros and cons to it. Pledging is one of the tough, yet most rewarding experiences one can ever go through. It tests you on every level, and especially since Nathan will probably be one of your Masters, it will be even tougher. I am not going to sugarcoat this. Nathan is going to push you to insanity. He has broken people before, but I think he sees something in you that he has never seen before. You already make him quite proud, which is saying something. I really do hope that you pledge. That way, it will be easier for me to get at that perfect ass of yours." I blushed. I wouldn't have minded that in the slightest.

What he said about Nathan worried me but also excited me. The thing about who I am is that, I really don't know who I am. I am going to school for Communications, which basically means I don't really know what I want to do with my life. I go from friend group to friend group because I really don't know who my real friends are. I joined 10 different student groups only to stop going to meetings because none of them were interesting to me. My life was basically boring up until this very moment. When I was tied up, being used and abused, I finally felt like I was doing something I was meant to be. I wanted to be pushed further. I wanted to become something more than I thought I ever would be. I still needed to think about whether or not I was going to pledge, but I already had a good idea of what I wanted to do.

From the doctors, we drove back to the DOM house. I expected to be dropped off back at my apartment, but Nathan ordered me inside. Once he helped me upstairs, he led me to the largest room in the house: his bedroom. "You are going to stay with me tonight... well this morning I guess you could say," he laughed. I was more than excited to share a bed with Nathan, but that is really all I would be able to do at the moment. He told me to lie down and he would be right back. I went to his king size mattress and began to undress. He didn't tell me to do this, but I figured he wouldn't object. I laid down and was about to try and sleep when he walked back in with an apple, banana, a bottle of water, and some pain pills. "You'll take all of these before we go to sleep."

Something I noticed right away between Nathan and I is that he never really asked me anything. He told me things. It wasn't, "please eat these if you want" or "would you like something to eat". I had no option in the matter. I kind of liked this, because I am more of a free spirit, meaning that I had very little structure in my life. So having someone to tell me what to do and when to do it, while not my usual way of doing things, didn't seem too bad at all. I gobbled up everything he gave me. He hadn't mentioned anything about my nakedness, but as he, too, began to undress, I figured I did something right. He was naked, his incredible piece of manhood swinging back and forth between his legs. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I was determined to eventually have that thing all the way inside me. It was just too beautiful to have it any other way.

He got into bed with me and told me to lie on my side. He got in behind me and wrapped his entire lanky, sexy body around me. Like I said, Nathan wasn't really muscular, had no fat on him, and was extremely tall, so I thought it may be a little awkward or uncomfortable when he went to spoon me. Again, Nathan is full of surprises. I had never felt so comfortable or so at peace in my life. Nathan held me there, kissing the back of my neck, and it was as if I could lay there with him for the rest of my life. In two (or was it three?) very short days, I had gone from closeted gay man, to falling for this... man. This... Master. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to the best sleep I had ever experienced.


I could tell that I had be tied up again. I thought I was dreaming, but after a few seconds, I realized I wasn't. I had a blindfold on my eyes, I was tied spread eagle to the bed (at least I think it was the bed), and had a gag in my mouth. It wasn't a regular gag though, because I can breathe through it. It also seemed like the sheets on Nathans comfortable bed were replaced with something... rougher. Plastic, maybe? "Are you awake?" I heard that sexy Irish voice say. As I said, although I was falling for Nathan, James was probably the sexiest man I had ever seen. His whole persona oozed sex. I was happy that he wasn't done with me yet.

All I could do was nod. "Good, because we aren't done with your punishment yet." If I could smile, I would have then. "In your mouth, instead of a traditional ball gag, I put in a dental gag, because since your fine ass is out of commission, we are going to use your mouth for a little while. And by we, I mean the rest of the brothers you had yet to service last night." This statement again both excited me and made me worry. That was a lot of long cocks that were going to be forced into my mouth. I was not experienced at cock sucking one bit, but I guess these guys had a tendency of throwing new guys into the deep end and seeing if they could swim. "We are going to face fuck you until your jaw breaks, fucker," James whispered into my ear and then nibbled on it. When he talked like that, I knew he really never meant serious harm, and that he wanted to get me really horny. It worked every single time.

There was no introduction of the cocks entering my mouth as they did with my ass. There was no ceremony to this, just a good old fashioned face fucking. The first cock that entered was huge. Remember, the cocks in my ass were on the smaller side compared to what I was going to have to take after Piston was done with me. This cock had to be about 11 inches and thick as fuck. "Like that, bitch?" the intruder whispered as he began to fuck my face faster. There was really no skill in what I was doing. I was strapped down, my mouth forced open, and he just used my face. He used my face for a good long while. After what seemed like an hour, he stopped and got off the bed, only to be replaced by another cock. This assault was much tamer than what occurred in the basement, and I am guess Nathan and James told them to go a little easier after what happened.

Cock after cock was put into my mouth, along with some water and food during short periods of rest. Something I noticed that I didn't even know about myself before is that I really didn't have a gag reflex. When cock after cock entered, I was worried that I would throw up or gag on their heft, but their long cocks slid down my throat with ease, as I felt their balls on my chin and my nose in their pubic hair. I still had yet to even so much as hear one of the men orgasm, so I am guessing that they were forced to leave the room like they did while I was in the sling. This went on for hours. When James said he would punish me for days, he meant it literally. This was a draining experience, but one that I could honestly say I loved every second of.

After God only knows how long, I heard Nathan's voice as he entered. "You have sucked or been fucked by all of the brothers except two. One, Brother Zack, or as we call him, Donkey, is unavailable. He also has the largest cock in our fraternity at 14 inches." I thought to myself, "that is literally not possible."

"Now, Gordon, you get to suck me." I felt him remove the gag from my mouth. "I actually want to you suck me, Gordon. I will use your mouth as I please, but I want to see what skills you have. I am sure you are a natural as you have been with everything else we have thrown at you." He got up on the bed and positioned his cock right at my face. "Open," was all he said, and I obliged him immediately. He stuck only the tip in and left it there. "Suck," he commanded, and again, I had no hesitation. I began to suck all I could, and he moaned in response. He gave me a few more inches and I kept sucking. He kept pushing and pushing until I had his entire length in. "Wow, I thought they were exaggerating. No gag reflex, huh? You are too good to be true," he said as he left his cock in my throat. "I am going to leave my cock inside your throat until I cum. I want you to swallow and use your tongue to bring me off. I am not going to move until I cum, so get to work." And I did work. I swallowed, and licked, and sucked for minutes, hours? I don't know how long but he stuck true to his promise. He never moved. He would groan with pleasure, and I am sure he wanted to get off, but he wanted to test me again. He even would cover my nose so I couldn't breathe for a few seconds at a time, which was really terrifying but also extremely hot.

After ages, he pulled out of my mouth very quickly. "You are perfect, you know that?" I could hear him stroking his cock. He removed my blindfold. "You made quite an impression on the brothers here. Many of the men here said they have never cum as much as they have when they used you. Some came again after their first time just thinking about what they did to you. You are going to be a star here, Gordon. I cannot wait to see how bright you shine." He kept stroking his magnificent cock, and I could tell he was close. Was he going to let me see him cum? He came up close to my face, his cock a few inches from my mouth. "Open," he commanded. I opened my mouth, and, with a loud grunt, he began to cum. The first rope went to my hair and the upper part of my face, the second hitting the same place, the next few hit my mouth, which gave me a taste that I had never experienced. I couldn't really compare it to anything, so I just went with what it was. It tasted like sex. And he drenched me with it. I guess the bigger your cock, the more you cum, because that was the most I have ever seen anyone cum. He was a little shaken when he was finished, but once he gained his bearings, he began to speak again.

"Gordon, we are going to have the Brothers come in here and cum on you one by one. Or maybe a few at the same time, but we are going to use you as a cum rag tonight. This is called bukkake, and it is one of my most favorite fetishes." Brothers began to file in. Not everyone could fit in the room, but they still crammed in as much as they could. I counted probably 20 brothers. "Brothers, cum as much as you want on this cum rag. He is here to be covered in your sperm."

You know that feeling when you have something sticky on you and you can't get it off no matter how hard you try? Well imagine that happening over 50 times in a row. Cum shot after cum shot, on my body, on my face, in my hair, in my mouth. I was literally being covered from head to toe in cum. Each person would walk up grunt and cum on a different part of my body. And I just sat there in amazement that this was all happening to me. These hot guys were all getting off to me. It was all way too much. I realized then that I had been so distracted by servicing these men that I forgot how horny I was. I really needed to blow my load, but no one even looked at my cock. I was there for them, not the other way around. All of the loads were fairly large, but the most notable was Buckets. He got his name from the amount he cums, and holy shit they weren't kidding. When he came the first jet was so forceful, it stung my skin a little. He had at least 10 huge volleys of cum before he settled down to regular sized jets, and had what had to have been a minute long orgasm. It was really something seeing that, and I wished that he had done it in my ass. I was already turning into the whore they wanted me to be, and I was totally fine with that.

After the last person came, which happened to be James, he came over to me and said, "Gordon, you have truly pleased and impressed the brothers tonight, and for that, we wanted to give you this token of our appreciation. You are covered in a lot of cum right now. So much that we can't see your skin on most parts of your body. However, we have one more surprise for you." Another brother entered with a jar full of... cum? Oh my God. "This, Gordon, it a mixture of the loads from all of the brothers from the past 3 days, as well as the loads you provided us." He went to my side and looked me in the eye and said, "Enjoy your gift." He poured half of the contents over my head and the rest over my entire body. It was the single grossest, most intense feeling I have ever felt. "It is late and I'm sure you're tired. Get some rest, and we will see you tomorrow." With that, James left me alone in the room and dimmed the lights. I thought for sure he was joking. There was cum on every inch of my body, and he was just going to leave me here to marinate in it. This was insane. Someone would at least let me shower before I went to sleep, right?

Wrong. I was left on that bed the entire night, still chained, and covered with the sperm of what had to have been 400+ loads all over my body. I must have dosed off because Nathan woke me up with his laughing. "You have never looked better, Gordon," and I couldn't help but laugh. He went and unchained me. The cum had dried, and the room smelled like a mix of sex and fruit. I would learn later than many of the guys had a steady diet of fruit, which would make their cum taste and smell like fruit. He led me to his private bathroom and got me in the shower. He undressed and hopped in with me, and I was giddy with the sight of him naked.

He began to wash me thoroughly, and he simple asked, "Will you be mine?" I was taken back a bit by this question.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I want you to pledge, and if you pledge, I want to own you." Again, his blunt way of talking was as off-putting as it was refreshing.

All the time I had this weekend should have repulsed me. It should have sent me running to the police, saying I was raped and that these boys should be thrown in jail. I should hate myself that I loved it so much. But I didn't I knew I loved every single second. Maybe not Piston, but other than that, this is where I belonged. I wanted to be part of this frat. I wanted... I needed Nathan. So, as he was washing my back, I simply said, "I'm yours."

Submissive: Chapter 5- Chastity

I was sitting in my dorm room with my roommate, Chase, as I told him that I had been tapped to pledge DOM. He was obviously jealous but seemed extremely happy for me. Here is the thing about Chase. This was our second year rooming together, so we were fairly close. He was insanely cute, but also insanely shy. I was very outgoing and extroverted, while he was more than happy just hanging by himself all day. He had looks to kill and a body to die for, but he said on our first day rooming together last year that he never had a girlfriend coming into college. I still haven't told him I saw the gay bondage porn websites he was visiting on a daily basis for the last year or so, because it is not my position to out someone who clearly wants to stay in the closet. One day, he would be comfortable in his own shoes, and I would be there with him when it happened.

"So what are the brothers like?" he asked. When he would inquire about anything that he really didn't understand, he would make a face that would literally melt your heart.

"They are all really cool, especially the two who really... recruited me to join."


"James Haas and Nathan Cross."

"James Haas? Are you serious? He's the star soccer player!"

Yea, and a damn great fuck. I obviously didn't say that, because for all intents and purposes, I was still in the closet right alongside Chase. And while I was now ready to explore this part of me that I had never known existed, I was still scared of letting people know.

"They are both really cool, and I really look forward to this process."

"I heard that pledging DOM is the hardest thing you can ever do. Only about 4 pledges see it through to the end, but once you make it, you are a king on campus. You're so fucking lucky, man."

I had not known that statistic about so few people making it, and it made me worry. James said usually pledge classes are about 20 people or so, and if only 4 of them make it per year, this may be more difficult than he thought.

"Well, good thing I'm so fucking tough then, huh?"

"HA! Good one," he said as he smiled at me. I kind of figured Chase was into me for a while now and I to him, but we were both too scared to do anything about it. I thought I hid who I really was quite well, but Chase was practically an open book. Even if I hadn't seen his internet history, I would still have my suspicions about him. The look he was giving me made me instantly hard, but I changed the subject.

"So yea, it's been about a week since I agreed to pledge, so starting tomorrow, I won't be around all that much for a week or so."

"That's alright man. I kind of figured. I wish I was going through this with you though, that's for sure."

That night I heard, I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, and I heard Chase grab his laptop and fire it up. Chase seemed to jerk off every single night. He was a very good looking guy, but he needed things that most people couldn't give him. He was a fine specimen, though. He tore off the covers and exposed his already throbbing 9 inch cock. As Chase began to stroke his dick slowly with one hand, he searched through the hours of bondage porn he had stashed on his computer. Apparently finding one that pleased him, he began to work on his hard cock. It was a thing of beauty, really. I got to watch my own little porn show as Chase got to watch his. I would be left unsatisfied, until Chase dosed off and I pounded my dick just like he was about to.

The thing about when Chase decided to jerk off, is that he always put the volume up way too loud. Even with headphones in, he was an idiot about the whole "hiding I'm a gay bondage pig" thing. If I actually was asleep, I would be woken up in an instant from the volume of his headphones. If I wasn't awoken by that, then it would be the moaning that Chase would purr the entire time of his sessions, sessions that would last no shorter than an hour. He loved to edge himself, and when he came, it was a sight to see. Every week he bought a new set of wash cloths, claiming he didn't like to reuse them, when I knew they were the cum receptacles to the massive loads he produced. One night, I think he came about 3 hours after he started, and was panting so much that I was surprised he didn't wake the whole floor. He and James, my Irish sex God, would get along so very well.

Anyway, Chase was well into his jerkoff session when I heard something at the door. He didn't notice but I did. The door flung open, and Chase nearly broke him laptop he closed it so quickly and tried to cover up as best he could. Standing in the doorway were two figures dressed entirely in black. "And so it begins," I thought. They were not gentle getting my out of bed and leading me to the... bathroom. What the hell was going on?

Once we got into the bathroom, the two guys pushed me into the stall. Although I wasn't really resisting, I was slightly scared. One of the guys pulled my boxers off while the other pulled something out of his pocket. I could tell it was some type of heavy duty chastity device. These DOMs don't pull any punches. I was slightly pissed that I didn't jerk off that night, because now I wouldn't be able to at all!

"You will receive further instructions from your Master tomorrow," said James, whose Irish accent gave himself away. They left me with my pants around my ankles and a chastity device on my cock. It looked futuristic, not like a regular one you could buy at a store. I tried to remove it, with very little effort, but it seemed that this wasn't going anywhere. I pulled my boxers back up. It wasn't obvious I was wearing the device, but it did look like I had a semi. "I hope they don't make me wear this for long" I thought. I went back to bed and got very little sleep that night.


I did manage to sleep a little that night, but I was awoken to an incredible feeling on my dick. It was as if it was being massaged lightly, and it felt heavenly. I was somewhat unaware of my surroundings, because I really let myself get into it. I could feel my dick start to grow and grow, and just as I was about to get hard, my dick started to hurt. Then it started to throb. I screamed in pain and remembered... I have a chastity devise on. How did I feel that on my dick? I remembered James saying that Nathan, my Master or whatever, was an engineer. I guess he cooked up this little devise to toy with me. Just as my dick started to deflate, I got a text message from an unknown number, saying, "This is Nathan. Learn to control that thing of yours ;)." I immediately texted back, "How long do I have to wear this?"

I look over at my roommate, who is staring at me with wide eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yea, I just have a bad stomach ache. The guys last night made me do a bunch of shots and they aren't sitting very well," I lied. The truth would come for him, but not yet.

"Damn, I wish I could be going through this with you," he said, disappointed.

I got a text back saying, "At least one month. You will not cum until after that." My stomach dropped. A month. Without. Cumming. How is that even possible? "You cannot be serious!" I send back. "Yes I am. And the devise will pleasure you the entire month. You are not to contact me or any of the brothers. We will contact you when we wish to see you. Please do not respond to this message. We will be in contact." Surely he was joking. There was actually no way that they could do this to someone. A whole month without cumming will make my balls literally blow up. It's just not physically possible. I begin to text back my concerns, but I stop myself. I don't know what it is, but even though they seem to be torturing me, even from afar, I want to please the brothers. All of them. Especially Nathan.

I honestly didn't know how I felt about the whole situation. I very much wanted everything about this Fraternity. It would solidify my future career, it would make me the envy of every other student on campus, and I was falling hard for Nathan, which probably wasn't a good thing, given what I've read about a relationship between Master and slave is like. He'll take care of me, but he could never love me. It is in a lot of their natures to treat slaves like property rather than as a human. And if I was falling for someone like that, then I was in for a world of hurt.

Chase was still looking at my now pain stricken face and could tell that something was seriously wrong, but he decided that it was best to leave it go. "I'm gonna go shower," he said almost whispering. I wanted to tell him he was lucky that he wasn't put in this position, but I guess the fantasy is usually different from the reality. The reality of the situation is that I would have seriously given anything to cum at that moment. I was already concocting ways to cum with the devise on. I could cum by getting fucked, or with a dildo...

I was in my first class that day when the devise went off again, and it stayed on basically the entire class. I had given the brothers my schedule ahead of time, so I am guessing this was the point. They were going to test my control in public, because I really had no choice. I was feeling both insane pleasure and intense pain from the devise. I was on the edge the entire time, but was never close enough to slip over. I had to cum, and I was going to do it as soon as I could. After class I went right to my room and locked my door. I found one of Chase's "hidden" dildos, a condom, and some lube. Was it slightly gross I was using a second hand dildo? Probably. But at the time I didn't care even a little.

I was naked on the bed, and just as I was about to put the 6 inch dildo in my ass, my dick felt like it was on fire. The devise was actually torturing my cock, and not in a good way at all. I was almost crying when it finally stopped. I immediately got a text from Nathan, saying, "No ass play. Oh yea, there is a video camera built into the devise. We are always watching..." Again, I was about to text that I hated him, that I wanted out. But again, I felt compelled to please him. I put away the dildo and went about doing my work, although I was still extremely frustrated.

It was 2 weeks of this utter hell before I heard from any of the brothers again. Even if I saw one on campus, they would just ignore me. It was so disheartening and incredibly frustrating. All of the nights I spent doing homework or working out, I would just feel incredibly lonely. I had other friends, sure, but I didn't want to talk to them. I wanted to be with the people who were torturing me. And torture me they have. Every morning I wake up screaming because my cock is trying to burst free from its cage. I can barely think straight anymore. The edging sessions have gotten worse. My need to cum is literally unbearable, and every day I am confronted with the question of whether or not I wish to continue with this journey. Asking myself if this was truly worth the pain I was enduring. It was the worst on the night the two hooded figures came back to my room. I was crying all night. I just couldn't help it. Chase was out and I just felt so completely alone. It was the night I truly thought would break my resolve and I would have to quit.

The hooded figures came in and said simply to follow them. I didn't move. I was still crying, and very upset with the way I was treated the past two weeks. One of the men bent down and put his hand on my shoulder and, in his sexy Irish voice, said, "Gordon, please. Don't disappoint us now. You have done so well, we would hate for it to all end so soon." I didn't even think twice about it. I did want to please them, with every fiber of my being I wanted to please them. I get up to follow them. I want to put on clothes, but they pull out a white robe for me to wear. We only walk a short way outside before we enter a parked car. We drive for another short period of time before we are inform of a house I had never seen before. We enter and I immediately have something put over my eyes. Although I am disoriented, I am not panicked. Although these people have been torturing me for two weeks, I still trusted them. I am led down a flight of stairs, and I could tell there were more than a few people in the room I was in. I am laid down of a bed, and my hands and legs are secured so that I am spread eagle, a position that I have seen a lot of from these guys. My blindfold is taken off and I am surrounded by 10 incredibly hot Brothers, all naked, and all stroking their massive, hard cocks.

"Pledge, we have some news." It was Nathan speaking. The first I heard his voice in a while. "Although we are a very selective group, our number of pledges was rather large this year at 11. However, none of them, except for you, have decided to move forward in the process. The tests proved too much for them. So you are the last pledge left. I know that these past few days have been a struggle, but we need to make sure you have what it takes to be a Brother here." He walks close to me and sits on the bed. He rests one hand on my stomach. "I am so proud that you have made it this far, and I know that if you suffer through these next few weeks, you are going to be the best Brother this place has ever seen. Having said that, you are still in chastity for another two weeks."

I was heartbroken. I seriously thought I might have been out of this hell. He wheeled over what looked like a power drill but without the drill to the table. "I am going to turn your device on and we are going to test your control tonight. These gentleman are going to fuck each other's brains out, and you will watch them. You will not cum, I promise you that. Even if you try, we know how to lead you right up to the point without letting you fall over. This is going to be a long night, so be prepared." Fuck. I immediately started crying. This was all just way too much. "Gordon, I promise you that I will never hurt you," Gordon whispered in my ear. He was petting my hair, trying to calm me before the assault. "You will enjoy this. I have seen it in your eyes. You love this. It is frustrating but, once it is all over, I promise you, you will be a better man because of it." He kissed me. It was a kiss that I longed for so very much, and it ended far too quickly. "Fit him with the machine." The Brothers looked at each other, and James came over and whispered so only I could hear, "You must be very special to him. He never kisses anyone. Don't disappoint him."

A few bothers took the power tool and aimed it right for my ass. "Use the biggest one. I want to see what he can take," Gordon says. I see what he meant by the biggest one and I am terrified. He was talking about the massive 10 inch, thick dildo that was being screw on to the end of the power tool. I am about to protest, but a ball gag is secured in my mouth. "Here is what is going to happen Gordon. I made this machine myself. It can be used for great pleasure, and great pain. I am going to make sure you feel a little of both tonight. See, this dildo is going to fuck you, and it will not show mercy, because it is a machine. What makes this a unique machine is that the dildo basically attacks your prostate, which is the male G-spot. So although this massive cock will be fucking the shit out of you, it will still feel incredible. The downside to this is that, this machine can also tell if you are close to orgasm, and will stop when it feels you are too close. It's a nasty little bugger, and I can't wait to see you squirm from it." Well, this wasn't going to be fun, for me at least.

The machine was just about to enter me, when James said, "Good thing he didn't bring the one modeled after his own cock. 13 inches would kill ya." I'm not too sure the alternative was any better. The monster of a dildo was being guided into my ass, inch by inch, until I felt that familiar feeling of over whelming pleasure as it grazed right over my prostate. This thing hurt like no other, but I knew that I was in for some serious pleasure too. And I hoped that the machine really was as good at picking up when I would cum because I was not gonna last long at all.

"We are going to have some fun over here," Gordon said as he turned on my chastity device. "You have your fun over here." With that, he walked over to the group of naked men and shed his remaining clothing. His cock was only half hard, but dear GOD was that thing massive. When that inevitably fucked me, it was going to kill me, I know it. The machine was turned on and immediately started working on my ass. It was slow at first, but it picked up speed in no time. I didn't want to look over at the other Brothers in the room because I knew the sight of them was going to send me over the edge. But once I started hearing the sounds they were making, I couldn't help myself. There were 5 guys kneeling in front of the 5 others, taking each of the cocks as best they could. I didn't recognize any of them, but I assumed that they were the pledges from the previous year.

What I found odd, but rather pleasing was that Nathan was not included in the festivities. He was stroking his now fully hard massive cock... dear God that cock... but instead of paying attention to the scene in front of him, his eyes were focused on me. He was looking at me with lust and with so much sexual energy, I thought we would make me cum with just his eyes. Speaking of cumming, I was getting that familiar feeling, with the mixture of the device on my cock and my ass being rampaged... the machine was now in a full force fuck mode... I was sure I was going to cum. I held out as long as I could, but I felt it coming, and just as I was about to fall over the edge, everything stopped. My back was arched, my toes and fingers squeezed tight, and I felt like I was having some sort of orgasm, but it never fully came. It took me a few seconds for me to breathe, and once I gained my composure, I looked over at Nathan with pleading eyes. All I got was a smile. And truly, that is all I needed. He was happy with what was happening, and that was good enough for me. Even if I was going through hell for it.

I looked over at the fucking scene, and Piston was about to fuck some unlucky Brother. I got a nasty look on my face when I saw Piston. I truly didn't like him. He wanted to hurt me, and that just shouldn't be. Nathan apparently saw this and came over to me. "I know you may not enjoy Piston, but the boy he is about to fuck thinks he is the greatest man in the world. He gets fucked just as hard as you did every single day. Well, except this week, because Piston had a huge test to study for. I am going to say you are in for one hell of a show with these two." He smiled at me again and said, "Oh good, you're about to start back up again. Have fun." With that he walked away and my machines started again. I can't really describe what I felt. It was like I was toeing that line between pain and pleasure perfectly.

Piston was lining up his cock with the boys ass in front of him when he began his dirty talk. "Listen slut, I know that I haven't been around this past week to wreck your hole, and I sincerely apologize for that. But tonight, I want to make it up to you. I jerked off two times before we came in here tonight because I wanted to last as long as I possibly could for you." He entered the boy very slowly. "I plan on fucking you for hours, boy. But not just any type of fuck. I am going to give you my special kind of fuck." There was a confused look on the boy's face. At that, Piston produced a rope and began to tie the boy to the table with his hands extended out. Once he was done with that, he tied his feet to each of the table legs. He was bent over with his ass in the air for the taking. "Now, I don't do this to too many people, because not many people can take it." He walked over to a bag on the floor and got out what looked like a dildo. The look on Nathan's face was clear: be careful. "He will be more than fine, Nathan. He is going to beg me to never stop." He walked over to the boy. "Now this is an interesting little device I asked Nathan to cook up for me. Now my cock is already pretty big at 10 inches, but it could be bigger and definitely could be thicker. Now this thing I have here goes over my dick, making it 4 inches longer, and much thicker than normal." His explanation was turning me on so much, even though I hated his guts. "This also takes some of the sensitivity out of my cock, so it takes me much longer to cum. I am going to fuck you, Kenny. I am going to fuck you the hardest I have ever fucked you, and you are going to scream and cry and beg but I don't give a fuck because I know that you want this. I sure as shit know I want it too. I will not stop fucking your ass until I cum... twice." Then he looked over at me. "One of the reasons I am doing this tonight is that Nathan explained that we all have to cum twice before little Gordon over there is finished. So... I thought it would be a great night to test it out."

I hated him so much it hurt. There was no pleasure mixed in with that hurt either. He was out to get me for some reason. I was beginning my second of countless close calls that night when Piston put the... cock extender I guess you could call it... on his dick. He then made his way over to show the boy, Kenny, what it looked like. The fear in his eyes was immediate and he began to protest. A gag was forced in his mouth. "I will have none of that. You're going to enjoy this I promise." Piston pet Kenny on the head as he moved around the back. "I'll give you a minute or so to get used to it, then, I'm gonna break you." Even though this wasn't happening to me, that sent a shiver down my spine. Oh wait, that is just an orgasm coming. Coming...... nope. God I am so close to cumming it's insane. I can't believe they are putting me through this.

"Alright you fucking bitch, lets ride," Piston said as he started to pump in and out. He wasted no time at all ramping up to full speed. His balls were slapping Kenny's ass so hard and often, it was a wonder Piston could stand it. Kenny was whimpering, moaning, and screaming as Piston fucked him a new asshole. "Louder you cunt, I want you to scream so loud you can talk tomorrow. Just like I am gonna fuck you so you can't walk tomorrow." And Kenny did scream. It was a loud, incredibly high pitched scream. Oh wow, he was already cumming. And Piston basically just started. "Oh no boy. That just isn't gonna do. Well if you want to cum," and the Piston put his fucking into hyperdrive, "If you wanna cum then you ain't gonna stop cummin' the whole fuckin' night. I am gonna drain you of every last drop of cum before we are done, and even then I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." He was screaming these words to Kenny who was still having an orgasm, one of the longest I have ever seen, and Piston just fucked him right on through it. I cannot even imagine the feelings that this poor Kenny was feeling. He was whimpering and screaming his lungs out, but Piston didn't stop. He was long dicking him. Every thrust in was punctuated with him talking dirty. "KEEP FUCKING CUMMING YOU DIRTY SLUT. I'M NEVER GONNA STOP FUCKING YOU." Kenny just kept convulsing and true to his word, Piston kept up the insane assault on his ass.

This machine I was hooked up to truly was evil. It knew every feeling I was having, and it kept me perpetually close to orgasm basically the entire time I was in that basement. It didn't really fuck me though. Sure, it was fucking me, but it wasn't really rough. I expected rough, but this was... making love with me. I know that's a weird statement considering it's a machine, but that's the only way I can describe it. I was nearing another orgasm as I looked over at Nathan, who was still looking at me and was slowly rubbing his now enormously erect cock. Even after all I had been put through, I knew that fucker was going to hurt, yet I desperately wanted to give it a ride. This orgasm that was building, though, took over my thoughts, and for a brief few seconds, I thought that I was actually going to cum, but to no avail. I was shaking just as much as Kenny the fuck boy was, although for very different reasons.

Although it seemed like the main attraction was Piston and Kenny, the other men there were doing things as equally hot. One brother who I recognized as Buckets, had his slave in front of him, hands tied behind his back, his cock fully in his throat. He kept him that way for about a minute at a time, give him a short break, and then start again. He wasn't really talking all that much, and all he would really say was "Swallow." His slave was massaging his Master's cock with his throat alone.

James seemed to be putting on a show for me. It seemed as though his favorite thing to do was edging. I was subjected to his twisted edging, so I could understand his slave's predicament, but I am assuming that his slave was feeling ten times worse than I did. James was fucking him very hard, and stroking his cock, and he was given an express order not to come, and if he does, he will be punished for the rest of the weekend. "I am going to hook you up with the e-stim and leave you down here for 2 whole days if you cum, you hot piece of ass." Turns out these two were dating, something that doesn't happen all that often within the Fraternity, and they did truly love each other, a fact that made any session they had together that much more hot. Unfortunately for his slave, whose name was Tyler, it was just way to much stimulation for him and he came his balls off. "Oh you stupid little fuck. You got cum all over me," James said in his sexy Irish accent. God damn that accent. "I think I am going to keep fucking you though, cuz this ass is just too good to give up."

My eyes wandered back to poor Kenny and Piston, who were still going at it very hard. I literally could not believe how much fucking those two were doing. The stamina Piston had was truly incredible. And the way he talked to his slave was so hot, even though it was the asshole Piston saying them. "How many times was that, slut, 5? I am getting close, but I wanna pump 5 more out of you before my first. So let's kick it up a notch." Piston pulled out of Kenny. "KEEP THAT CUM IN YOUR ASS, BOY." And Kenny didn't let one drop out. Piston was touching his... cock enlarger?... and then was ready to go again. "I turned on the electricity, so your g-spot if going to be working triple time, baby." As soon as he slid back in, Kenny screamed out and was cumming. "THAT'S IT, SLUT, KEEP FUCKING CUMMING." And Piston found yet another gear higher. It was remarkable how someone could fuck for so long so fast. And true to his word, he fucked 5 more loads out of Kenny before he seeded him.

James came inside Tyler and almost immediately hooked him up to the e-stim machine. "I am going to make you squirm, little one." And then they kissed. It wasn't like the kisses James gave me, which were rough and aggressive. This one had some love behind it. It was sort of contrasting with their current situation of Master and slave, but they had a very special relationship. When James flicked the switch on the e-stim, it was lights out though, and he made Tyler squirm for sure. Buckets seemed out of all the guys in the room, the most gentle. It was like he commanded authority, but when he had it, he was very good to the people he was with. He was on the receiving end on one extremely long blow job, and he never really forced his slave, Nick, to do anything he didn't want to do. And when Buckets came, my God could he come. Long, thick streams of come covered Nick's entire face. It was like he got facials from every guy in the room, but it was all Buckets.

I had been hooked up to this machine for about an hour now, and I was going ballistic. I stopped really paying attention to what was going on, and was more focused on the pain I was going through. It stopped being pleasurable and my balls were starting to hurt now. And, I began to cry. I hated when I cried alone so it was even worse when I cried with so many masculine, attractive guys in the room. Almost immediately, the machine was turned off. I barely noticed the other guys leave the room, and it was only Nathan, James, and I left in the room that smelled like some hardcore sex, which just made my need to come that much more needed.

"I am proud of you, Gordon," Nathan said. He was smiling, naked, and looked unbelievably sexy. "You are everything that I thought you were going to be." I was still crying as he leaned down and kissed me. I didn't think twice about accepting it, but I also noticed that this was like the kiss James and Tyler had shared. The one with love behind it. It was the most loved I had felt in quite some time. James must have felt it too, because he just smiled and quietly left the room. After several minutes that felt like an eternity, we stopped. "Gordon, I am going to put you back into chastity again." I knew it was coming but my heart still sank. My need to cum was at an all-time high. "I am going to put a regular one on you, and you only have one week with it on. Then, you will be allowed to cum." That made me feel a little better, and the fact I wasn't going to have the electric one on made me feel so much better. Just then I hear something come from the other side of the room, and it's Tyler, still hooked up to e-stim, sweat covering his body, and squirming to no end. Nathan laughed and said, "James loves to torture that little fucker, and they both love every second of it," pointing to the ceiling at the cameras placed around the room. James will watch his suffer from the comfort of his own bed. How twisted is that?

After I was fitted with the chastity device, which took forever since my cock wouldn't go down, Nathan walked me back to my dorm. As we were about to part, he kissed me again, this time out in the open. Although it was very late, or, actually early I guess, there were still a few people around, but I didn't seem to care about that anymore. All I cared about was this man's lips on mine. I knew that I was his, and he knew it too. I had fallen for a man that I know almost nothing about. And I was totally fine with that.

As he was walking away, I said, "Will I see you soon?" He only shook his head in the negative, saying, "One more week," and that was that. I went up to my room and got right in the shower. After I felt fresh, I climbed into bed, thinking that although this last week without cumming was going to be tough, I would do it for Nathan. I would do anything for him.

Next Chapter: Thanksgiving Break, where Nathan and James tie Gordon to his bed for seven straight days, pushing him to the breaking point.



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