Midvale

CHAPTER ONE:  "Mind Games"

(Note: Includes scenes of non-consensual sex)

“Listen up, Squirrels! It’s grab your nuts and run time!”

The announcement had come on the house-wide intercom as the Silver Spartans were finishing their Monday breakfast: “Yes, it’s that special week when one of our lucky plebes will surrender his private pucker hole for the enjoyment of the rest of house. By this time next week, one of you assholes will be our new House Bitch! Mmmmm! Makes me horny just thinking about it! Of course I can’t reveal who it’s gonna be! That would spoil all the fun! But have a great week worrying about it kiddies! Who knows – it could be you!”

The frat president made a similar announcement every year – to the smiles and grins of all the upperclassmen and the bugged out eyes and mortification of most of the first year residents… There were six candidates this year, all of them knock-outs.

Billy Maxwell was a prime example: eighteen, brown hair, blue eyes, athletic, muscular, everything a Silver Spartan ought to be… He was, in fact, a second-generation Spartan, following in the footsteps of his father William, his uncle Max, and his six-years-older brother Mike… Billy was fairly confident that he would not be the House Bitch… Not only had no Maxwell ever been given that dubious honor, but Billy knew for a fact that President Ted Winston and Pledge Master Wally Brewer both had penchants for “cute young blonds” – and there were three of them this year to chose from… And so it was with a fair degree of “not my worry” that Billy dismissed the morning announcement and went merrily off to class.

Later that night, however, while Billy was studying in his room – he had one of the few single-resident rooms in the frat house – a mysterious message appeared on his cell phone: “Did you hear – This year’s house bitch will NOT be a blond! I’d be worried if I were you! Very worried!”

“All right, who’s the wise guy?” Billy wondered – but he felt his asshole clench anyway…

Tuesday was the day Billy and one of the senior Spartans, Fred Lewis, worked a shift at the University library… It was Billy’s job to re-shelve books, re-file magazines, etc. It was late in the afternoon, when up on the third floor of the stacks, he overheard Fred whispering to yet another of their frat brothers. “It’s going to be Maxwell!” he said. “And he doesn’t suspect a thing!”

“I don’t believe it,” countered the other voice, “I had my money on that cute young blond that’s on the swim team!”

“What can I say – I heard it from the top… Billy Maxwell is our new House Bitch!”

It was like a kick to the gut! Billy froze in his tracks and nearly dropped the books he was carrying…

“We both get off work here at six,” added Fred. “I’ll escort him straight back to the house myself! I can’t wait!”

Billy swallowed hard, and desperate not to make any noise, tiptoed down the stairs, and spent the rest of his shift trying to stay out of his frat brother’s eyesight. Maybe there’d be a way to sneak away without Fred noticing.

“Gentlemen!” announced head librarian Doris Groniger as the clock neared five. “We have a problem. There’s a leak in one of the pipes up on the fourth floor of the stacks… Many of the books up there will have to be shifted down to the second and third floors so the engineers can get in there in the morning to do the repairs. We’ll pay overtime to anyone who can stay and help.”

“I will!” offered Billy, almost greedily.

“No!” snapped Fred.

Mrs. Groniger shot him a look.

“Uh, I mean, no problem!” Fred corrected himself… “Yeah, I can stay, too!”

Three or four others also volunteered, but even so, it was close to midnight before the task was done… Nothing more about “House Bitch” was mentioned that night, and half the house was asleep by the time Billy and Fred made it home. Waiting for him on his computer screen was another anonymous message: “You lucked out tonight, cum drop… What about tomorrow?”

Wednesday morning passed without incident, and as the day progressed, Billy began to think it had all been a gag – some of the frat brothers having fun with him. The evening he felt would be safe – his Management class met from 7 to 10pm. Nothing can happen there!

But as Billy and dozens of other students meandered down the hall of the Business Ed building, he spotted his professor, Joe Higgins, deep in conversation with someone whose back was turned. As Billy got closer, he realized the other person was frat President Ted Winston. Neither the professor nor Ted noticed Billy stop and cock an ear…

“I could get into a lot of trouble for this, Winston,” said Higgins. “Promise no one will ever find out!”

“You have my word! You’re a Spartan alum – do it for the house!”

“Okay – but I’m coming along… would love a crack at that fabulous ass myself!”

“What the hell did that mean?” wondered Billy as the other two turned and disappeared down the hall…

Class started as usual at seven sharp. “Sorry people,” Professor Higgins announced, “but due to unforeseen circumstances, tonight’s class is being called off… Something urgent has come up… But I’d like all of you to read the next two chapters in our text for next week, and I have a hand out covering what we were scheduled to discuss tonight.”

The students stood and started to file out. As Billy reached for the handout, the professor said, “Heading back to the frat house, Billy? I’m heading that way myself. Let’s walk together…”

“Uh, no – I’ve got a book to return to the library… Thanks anyway…” and before Higgins could stop him he dashed out.

“Fuck!” snapped the professor. He pulled out his cell phone and punched in some numbers. “The little shit just split… He’s heading for the library.”

Outside the building, Billy spotted Ted Winston now huddled with another of the frat brothers, standing halfway between the Business Ed building and the Library… Panicked, Billy darted to the left, rounded the corner, and hustled his ass across the quad…

“That’s Bob O’Brien’s truck!” thought Billy, noticing a beat up white van parked in front of the old film theatre. “Maybe he’s showing films there tonight!”

Bob, a junior, was a Silver Spartan himself – one who had had to deactivate his membership this quarter due to falling grades and the need to work extra hours as a projectionist to pay for tuition…

“Hey, my man!” said O’Brien, as Billy poked his head into the projection booth… “Tell me you’re not here for the film! Earth Science 101.”

“No, just passing, and thought I’d say hello… I thought all these educational things would be streamed or on DVD by now,” said Billy.

“Thank God they’re not… I need this job! But, hey! I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. Big doings over at the frat house, huh? They’re gonna name the new House Bitch!”

“You heard?”

“Always my favorite week of the year! Last year I walked around with a hard-on for four days until we finally jumped Tyler Morton! Nothing like coring out a new cunt from a nice tight virgin asshole! Feeling it stretch… and stretch… and ol’ Tyler fought it every inch of the way… Nearly broke our ear drums until we finally shoved a rubber dildo down his throat… He had such a nice… tight… ass….”

Billy swallowed hard and Bob smiled a little knowing grin…

“Any idea who this year’s cherry boy is gonna be?”

“Uh… no… not really… I, uh…”

“Say, can you run down to my van? I forgot my second take-up reel… The back door’s unlocked.”

Billy headed out, then wondered if he should bring O’Brien anything from the vending machines in the lobby… He headed back toward the projection booth, just in time to hear his buddy on his cell phone.

“Yeah, he’s here… Seems scared to death… I could hear his tight little ass clenching clear across the room… Remember – I want in on this! Not gonna miss Bitch Night for anything!”

Billy did not stop to catch a breath as he dashed down the stairs, out the door, past the truck, and down the street seeking refuge. He spotted a Midvale city bus, jumped on board, and spent the next few hours trying to figure out how to deal with all this mess.

Once again, the frat house was dark and silent as Billy crept in about midnight… And once again he found a message waiting on his computer: “Can’t wait to shove my big dick into that tiny hole of yours! Be afraid! Be very afraid!”

“I bet they are sending messages to all the guys!” Billy thought as he tried to slough it off.

Thursday evening, after a long day of classes, Billy found himself once again trying to figure out how to avoid his frat brothers.

“Where? Where can I go?

Just then he saw a young couple and their two children walking toward the University pool carrying beach balls and pool toys. “The pool! – The pool is open--- It’s family night! The guys hate swimming when all those kids are splashing around. They’ll never think to look for me there…”

Billy was on the fourth lap of a nice long swim, dodging other swimmers – including the boisterous youngsters – truly enjoying a relaxing evening in the pool… when a young boy tossed Billy a small beach-ball. Billy caught it and was just about to toss it back when he spotted two of his frat brothers – in swimsuits – standing at the far end of the pool… He quickly scanned the room – and, “Oh, my God!” two other frat brothers were at yet another corner of the pool. All four seemed to be carefully eying the water, looking for…

Billy tossed the kid his ball, then submerged himself, swimming under water, weaving in and around bouncing legs… and came up to the surface halfway down the pool – adjacent to the hallway leading back to the dressing rooms. Grasping the side of the pool, he hoisted himself out of the water, trying to stay as low to the ground as possible -- then made a mad dash toward the hallway… Just then two of his frat brothers saw him and yelled, “Hey, Billy!”

Startled, Billy slipped on the slick tile – but caught himself on the wall, just a couple of inches below the fire alarm… Billy’s frat brothers were in hot pursuit… Just then a fire alarm sounded, and pandemonium broke out… Students, parents, kids --everyone -- scampered from the pool and headed for the dressing rooms – and once again Billy was lost in the crowd.

“Billy – you lucky son of a bitch!” screamed one of his frat brothers!

It was well after midnight by the time Billy got back to the frat house, and no one said a word about where he’d been or what he had been doing all night… No message was waiting on his computer screen… For all intents and purposes it looked like a normal Thursday night. “Am I imagining things?” wondered Billy as he slipped into bed. But sleep did not come, and by 5am, Billy had dressed, grabbed a banana from the kitchen, and tiptoed off to campus…

His classes that day came and went… Billy sat zombie-like in each of them, totally worried about what all the things that could possibly happen this weekend… Oddly enough, nothing unusual seemed to be in play today… Walking from class to class, he passed at least a half-dozen of his fraternity brothers one place or another – just as he always did – and no one offered anything other than the usual friendly smile or high five… If anything, it was Billy who seemed weird and out of sorts…

At 5 pm, as Billy left his last class of the day, his cell phone lit up with an unexpected Face Time call from his real brother Mike…

“Hey, little bro, how’s it going?”

“Fine! Good to hear from you. Where are you? Is that the Ad Building?”

“Yep, I’m here at Midvale with my old friend, Chaz McCormick. Wanna grab an early dinner and a drink?”

“YES!!!”

“What a Godsend!” thought Billy. “What a Godsend!” 

Billy scurried over to the Ad Building area and met up with Mike and Chaz… “Chaz is my old buddy from the Spartans,” explained Mike. He’s a Major now here in the M.O.T.C. program,” referencing Midvale’s Officer Training Corps, affiliated with the US Army.

“Most of the men are off site this weekend,” added Chaz, “Maneuvers up north, so I invited Mike down for a little reunion. Haven’t seen the bastard since he graduated!”

“You’re staying over?” asked Billy as the group started meandering toward the MOTC buildings adjacent to the campus.

“Yep! Brought along a change of duds…”

“Hey, guys,” suggested Chaz. “It’s been a rough week… I’m hot and sweaty… Let’s head back to my place, grab a shower, freshen up, then go out and really cut loose tonight…”

“Oh, man, that sounds great!” replied Billy. For the first time in nearly a week, he felt safe! He was in the company of his older brother and could finally let his guard down and forget about all the fraternity high jinks… Billy felt as if a ton of bricks had been lifted from his shoulders!

Chaz showed them where he bunked… The building seemed deserted… The guys quickly stripped down and headed toward the big community shower-room, where Chaz turned on the water… Billy could not help but notice both of his companions’ rather sizeable cocks – Chaz was having trouble keeping his “at ease.”

“Something bothering you, Major?” teased Mike.

“No, just thinking about how things were when we were in the Spartans… It’s House Bitch time, isn’t it Billy?”

“Uh… yeah… I think so…” There it was again -- talk about Bitch Night…

“You don’t wanna miss out on that! It’s always a helluva party! Pass the shampoo will ya?”

Just then they heard a distant door opening followed by voices and footsteps coming from down the hall… “Sounds like some of the guys came back early,” added Chaz… “Don’t be surprised if a few of them wander in here…”

Billy lathered his chest and let the soothing shower massage his back… He rinsed off and grabbed some of the shampoo…

“Here let me do your hair like I did when we were kids,” suggested Mike, and Billy grinned at the memory, then tipped his head down toward Mike’s big muscular chest, staring down at their cocks, balls and feet – just as he had done a zillion times before when they were young… Mike lathered Billy’s thick locks… Out of the corner of one eye, Billy noticed a group of naked bodies coming into the other end of the shower room.

“Close your eyes,” Mike said. “Don’t want to get soap in…”

But as Billy clenched his eyes shut tight, all hell broke loose. Unseen arms grabbed Billy, pulled him up by his hair, stuck him face first under the spraying showerhead, and pulled each of his arms behind his back. The shower room was filled with over a dozen laughing naked men – Billy’s frat brothers and a few other invited guests!

Someone yelled, “It’s party time!”

“Take him, guys,” announced Mike proudly, “your new House Bitch!” …

“Nooooo!!!!!” Billy screamed and tried to pull away, but the wet floor and the slick shampoo residue on his body made getting away totally impossible…

“Shouldn’t have kept us waiting, Sugar Tush!” offered one frat brother…

“Shave him down, guys!” ordered Mike, who seemed to have taken over as group leader. “All of it! He needs to be taught a lesson!”

“Here ya go,” laughed one of the guys carrying a can of shaving cream and three razors…

“Everybody on campus is gonna know he’s been bitched out!” announced another, wielding a handful of felt markers…

Off came Billy’s beautiful head of hair, the tufts under each arm, the sprinkles of hair on his chest, arms and legs – and of course the public hair above his dick and between his legs…

“Don’t knick the asshole!” someone screamed out while the shaving was underway, “We got big plans for that!” Everyone laughed…

The shaving exercise was followed by three of the most embarrassing – and painful – public enemas ever administered… “Use the strong stuff!” demanded Mike, “And don’t be gentle!” By the time they’d finished, he felt like they’d used lye!

But Billy’s pain and humiliation had just begun…

“That was just the warm-up bitch boy,” suggested Ted Winston, as three of the guys slammed Billy belly-down onto a leather massage table, his legs hanging over one end… They tied his stretched out arms to hooks at the far end of the table, and, just before brother Mike slipped a blindfold over his eyes, they showed him what was next…

“Lookie here, sweetheart! Something to warm your heart – or maybe it’s your ass!” a wicked, flexible paddle… “Hold his legs – gonna warm him up good!”

“Whack!” the paddle sounded as it landed square across both of Billy’s beautiful ass cheeks…

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!” he screamed as the room burst forth with laughter and applause… Eleven more whacks followed – reddening his entire ass and the top of his legs.

Then someone removed Billy’s blindfold…

“We had a nice little party planned for earlier in the week,” explained Pledge Master Wally Brewer, “but you didn’t seem to be interested… Maybe this will hold your attention!” He showed Billy a narrow leather belt – guaranteed to leave a sting wherever it landed…

“Spread his legs, men… spread ‘em wide… I want him to feel this! Here Tyler, you do the honors,” he said as he handed the strap to last year’s House Bitch. “And make him sing… Otherwise, we may have to press you back into service.”

Laughs were heard as Tyler Morton raised the belt above his head – and brought it down smack onto Billy’s puckered pink asshole and balls!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”

Everyone cheered… “Bulls eye!” shouted Wally…

Seven more hard licks followed, two for each of the days Billy had made the guys wait. By the time they finished, Billy had tears streaming down his cheeks.

“And now for the main event!” announced Mike, as he stepped into position behind his terrified brother… “We’ve got a nice little virgin asshole to break in… Hand me the lube…”

“NO! COME ON GUYS! DON’T!!!”

“Look at this Sweet-stuff,” teased Chaz, thumping his huge horsecock on Billy’s tear-stained face… “Know what this is? The guys in my unit call it ‘the can-opener’ because after I’ve used it to rip open a tiny asshole like yours, it’ll be open for good! Gonna stretch it wide, gonna stretch it deep – and, oh yeah, it’s gonna hurt! It’s gonna hurt bad! “

“No… no… please!… it’s too big! Noooooooo!” screamed Billy as Chaz started to lube just the head of his huge instrument.

“Save your screaming for the right time, Billy Boy – it’ll come soon enough! “

And with that replaced Mike at the end of the table, and lined up his huge man cock with Billy’s tiny pucker hole. Billy tensed and tightened his sphincter muscle, in the futile hope of keeping the monstrous invader out… And Chaz slammed forward…

“AAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“Yes!” shouted Chaz! “So tight!”

“AAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Billy repeated.

“Only part way guys… Watch this!” smirked Chaz, pulling his cock out to the head, then ramming it forward all the way to the balls…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”

“Oh, yeah!” smirked Chaz… “Cherry popping is my favorite sport!”

Lightning flashed in the back of Billy’s eyes as pain took over this body… His shrieks of terror became one long wail, as Chaz fucked him--- long strokes, short strokes, up and down, in and out…

“Better relax, Billy Boy!” advised his attacker. “Clenching your ass only makes it worse for you – but, trust me, I don’t mind it a bit!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”

Try as he could to relax his ass muscles, they seemed to clench tightly around the rampant invader… In and out… In and out…

Never before had Billy felt such pain…He thought the fuck was going to go on forever, but then Chaz started to get shortness of breath, his long dick strokes became short staccato beats and Billy felt the huge dick in his ass swell even more. Suddenly Chaz froze, grunted, “YESSSSS!” and flooded the Billy’s hole with what felt like a gallon of cum….

But to everyone’s surprise, Chaz did not pull out! Instead he seemed to get a second wind – and start over!!!

“I’m good for two rounds with this hot little stud… And, sorry guys, this second time is gonna take a while …”

“NOOOOO!” screamed Billy… Chaz pounded Billy into the table as the lad thrashed and struggled… He grunted and groaned, whimpered and squealed… By the time Chaz finished the second time, Billy’s ass felt like it was on fire. Even so, as Chaz withdrew his sizable cockhead, there was a loud “POP!” followed by Billy’s pitiful scream… The swollen little ring was bright pink and throbbing…

“Next!” he shouted, as Mike stepped in to replace him…

“Flip him over guys…Grab his arms… lift his legs… I want to watch him as I bitch him out!”

Mike ‘s cock was not as long as Chaz’s, but was bigger around – not exactly a beer can, but close. Billy struggled uselessly against his restraints…

“Please, Mike… No more… I’ve had enough! ” cried Billy..

“Nonsense! We’re just getting started! Everyone in the room wants a shot at this Grade A Ass!” Mike replied as he moved his hips forward, and, although there was a resistance, the huge cock head popped in and lodged itself just inside Billy’s ass.

The boy’s eyes few open wide – It was if all the breath had been knocked out of him … It felt as if the end of a baseball bat had been shoved up his ass… His face contorted and turned cherry red… There was a loud intake of breath, and then Billy exhaled in one giant scream that echoed off the walls of the shower room…

“YEEEOOOOOWWWWWW! Mike! Take it out! Too big! Take it out!!!”

But Mike just laughed and plunged full steam ahead… “Take it ya little twerp. I’m gonna fuck you silly!” On and on he plunged deep into his brother’s bowels… The young man’s guts clutched desperately at the invading shaft… Each of Mike’s strokes elicited a child-like squeal, causing some of the frat boys to titter and laugh…

“What a great piece of ass!” Mike exclaimed as he fucked away.

Billy began to howl as more and more of his brother’s thrusts massaged and stimulated his prostate… As the boy began to writhe and whimper, Mike reached down and grabbed his brother’s flaccid cock and began to stroke it. “Wake up, little man… it’s time to join the party!” he said to the lengthening organ… Everyone laughed… Through the dull pain, Billy started to feel the sensations caused by Mike’s magic fingers… Wonderful sensations that tingled throughout his body…

“Mmmmm,” Billy moaned, as pleasure started to over-ride the pain of the thick cock jammed inside his ass… Billy’s ass muscles finally relaxed, making Mike’s fucking so much easier… Billy’s mind became a whirlwind of emotions… He wanted to escape his brother’s cock, but the wonderful feelings in his own cock were driving him crazy… He needed to cum so badly…

“Yes!” He suddenly screamed… “Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!”

“I knew I could bitch him out!” shouted Mike as his cock suddenly shifted into overdrive and began to pound, pound, pound into Billy’s rectum…

The sounds of Billy’s grunts and Mike’s fucking filled the room… Waves of pleasure overcame both men as first Billy and then Mike built to the biggest orgasms of their lives, Billy’s shooting all over his own chest, neck and face, Mike’s up the tightest ass he’d ever plugged… The whole room watched and applauded …

Eighteen other guys followed, including two of Chaz’s men who had, indeed, come back early… Billy was fucked on his back, on his stomach, up against a wall, down on his hands and knees -- doggie style… One tall guy even carried Billy around the room, Billy straddling him, the guy’s long dick shoved mercilessly up his ass…

Billy’s throat was also invaded, as dick after dick sought refuge down his warm oral cavity – often after having just deposited a big glob of jism up his ass. “Clean-up detail,” is what they laughingly called it! “Watch those teeth,” one guy advised, “one scratch and I’ll twist your nuts off!”

Professor Higgins and Billy’s so-called pal, Bob O’Brien, were special guests – both got a crack at Billy’s ass – but were later surprised to learn that the cost of admission had been their own precious assholes… “One hole for the whole room hardly seems enough,” laughed Ted Winston as he and Wally Brewer wrestled Professor Higgins to the floor and started to spit roast him.

O’Brien’s fate was even worse… The guy who relished the idea of coring a cunt out of some poor schnook’s asshole found himself getting that very treatment – with not one but two giant cocks working their way up his ass in the first double-penetration of the evening.

Billy’s initiation ended “Midvale style,” with the fully clad men of the Silver Spartans walking their new House Bitch back to the frat house – balls naked, of course, and with the words “House Bitch” written in indelible marker across his chest and “Fuck Me” on his beautiful ass cheeks… It was Friday night, so many of the campus revelers were still out and around – laughing and mocking the embarrassed young man…

“The guys are gonna love you in gym class on Monday!” laughed one of Billy’s frat brothers…

““Your brother certainly did us a favor, naming you our new House Bitch,” said another.

“What do you mean? I thought you guys must have just followed us to the MOTC…”

“No… Mike was in on the whole thing! In fact he called us three or four weeks ago and practically begged us choose you! He even came up with many of the mind games we played this week…

“Mind games?”

“Yeah! Mike wanted you scared to death about losing your cherry… He didn’t want us to just jump out and surprise you like at a birthday party… He said it was important that you worry about it as long as possible -- so that when it finally happened it would totally freak you out!“

“He said it would keep your ass clenched good and tight!” offered Tyler Morton.

“Mike’s the one who kept writing those anonymous notes to your phone and computer,” said yet another, then mimicking a Halloween ghost added, “Be afraid! Be very afraid!”

“The longer you avoided capture, the more of a challenge it was for all of us… I gotta admit, that fire alarm last night was a total stoke of genius! That’s when Mike decided to step in and deliver you in person!”

Billy felt like he’d been kicked in the gut!

“What a party!” exclaimed Chaz as he and Mike finished straightening up the MOTC locker and shower rooms… That kid’ll be sore for weeks!”

“Try months!” replied Mike. “That throbbing hole is going to be the center of his universe the rest of the semester! I told the guys – fuck him hard every couple of days… just let enough time to go by for that little hole to start to itch, you know – start to heel – then fuck it raw again! Yes sir! I expect to find the little hole still pink and swollen when Billy Boy comes home for semester break!”