Submissive

Sling

It was dark. I was surrounded by 50 to 100 guys, each wearing robes, carrying a paddle, and had a menacing look on their faces. I was in a stockade of sorts, with my ass totally exposed. 

Someone said, "This pledge failed us, and in doing so, he must be punished." The menacing leader turned to me. "Each Brother will give you a hard smack on the ass. We do not care if you bleed. We do not care if you scream. You need to learn there are consequences to your actions." He turned to my captor, James. "Brother James, begin." 

James stepped in front of me with a giant paddle. He leaned down to my ear and whispers, "You deserve this, bitch." He walks around the back of me, pulls him paddle back, and...

I woke 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 didn't make much sense, 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 upset. 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 brothers would find a less painful, longer-term 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's 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 he did it. 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 incredibly 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 James did. But still, I didn'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."

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 Mick." The other was tall, nerdy-looking, but had a weird cuteness to him. "And this is Nathan. He's our Frat president and was my Dom when I pledged and made the fucking machine."

"The guy with a 12" dick?" I asked. They all laughed. 

"The rumors are true," he said, matter of factly with a shrug. For a Frat president, he seemed like a total nerd... in the cutest way possible. "Is he ready?"

"I think he is," responded James.  "Gordon, we are going to take you to our basement now. We are all going to fuck you until we are 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 difficult. It would probably change me forever. But it could also lead to joining one of the best fraternities on campus. 

I just nodded slowly. James had the biggest smile plastered on his face. I trusted him. I knew he would protect me. And pleasure me. And torture me. 

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 as I was still naked. Sure, so was everyone else besides Nathan and Micky... But that doesn't mean I felt any less awkward.

I walked down the stairs to the main floor, then immediately down to the basement. It was still a mess from the previous night. "They aren't going to be doing all of this on the sticky, dirty floor, are they?" I thought. 

I was led to a seeming uninteresting wall. James 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. I began to realize that this wasn't your typical basement. I was led through the opening, followed silently by all of the fraternity Brothers.

We all walked down a sizeable hallway into what I can only describe as a dungeon. There were cells, cages, walls lined with whips, paddles, other torture devices, a cross, a high table, and a sling. 

Nathan, the tall, hung Frat president, 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- Brothers to ever step foot in here, so take that as a sign of respect towards you from all of the Brothers present, especially James, who requested this night." 

While this made me feel pretty special, I was still feeling uneasy about the whole thing. I think James sensed this, so he stepped in. "Gordon, I've already told you a little about what we plan to do tonight. 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, not knowing what to do next. James and Nathan helped me, locking my hands and feet in the straps, making it impossible for me to move. Before this weekend, kinky sexy was just a fantasy. Now, it was my entire reality. And even though I was scared, I really did want to succeed. I wanted to be in this Fraternity so bad. I needed to please James. 

I also wanted to see if I genuinely did get off on being completely helpless. 

James rubbed my stomach after locking me in. It was exhilarating, being in a room with over 30 guys, all stroking their hard, large cocks, and being totally at their mercy. Nathan began speaking again. "Gordon, we are all now 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." Nathan glanced sideways at James, who looked sheepishly at me with a goofy, heart-melting smile. 

FUCK. "Am I falling for James?" I thought. "I barely know him. He has a boyfriend. And all we've done is have sex." And yet, I couldn't deny that I felt something more than lust for the sexy Irishman. 

"We are going to fuck you hard until you can't walk anymore," Nathan continued. "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." 

James began to put a ball gag in my mouth, saying, "We won't stop until we say we are done." He had an almost animalistic look in his eyes. He wanted to fuck me more than I ever thought possible.  He was a sick bastard. A gorgeous, hung, sweet sick bastard.

FUCK. "Stop it," I thought. "It isn't going to happen."

Nathan stepped up. "We will start with our smallest cock. Slow-Mo, please approach the sling. His real name is Carter, but we call him Slow-Mo because it is as though he likes it nice and slow when he is fucking." A cute, tall guy with an attractive face, almost nobody fat with a slight muscle build, a beautiful 8 and a half inch cock, and very low hanging balls walked up to the sling.

"I'm going to open you up nicely for the rest of the Brothers," he said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm probably your easiest fuck of the night."

"Unlike Piston, who will probably break your hips from the furious fucking he'll give you," Nathan joked. Everyone laughed, save for me. "Slow-Mo," Nathan continued, "please begin."  

Carter... er... Slow-Mo put his cock right on my entrance. He took some lube and applied it to both his 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 a whole night with that machine stretching me out, my hole still wasn't used to anything entering it. 

James was whispering things like "breath" and "relax" right in my ear. He was trying to make me feel better and make the pain more bearable. Once Slow-Mo was all the way in and I felt his pubes 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. "Ah, you like my big cock, you dirty cunt?" he asked. He began to quicken his pace but was still going nice and slow. "This is going to be the tip of the iceberg, bitch. I may like it slow, but there are a lot of guys in here that want to and will destroy your ass." He leaned down so only I heard this next part. "And watch out for Piston. He has the stamina to fuck you on full tilt for hours." 

I was barely hearing what he said due to the many intense feelings 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 part of my punishment. 

I was so ready to burst again, and if anyone were to even think about touching my dick, I would have exploded, which shocked me, considering how many times James had forced me to cum just hours before.

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's on the basketball team, and second, because he cums more than anyone else we all have ever seen." This made me somewhat excited. I looked up at James, who was smiling down at me with... pride? Lust? I couldn't place it, but... it was something. 

Buckets began fucking me, and immediately I knew that this would 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, only to have it swatted away by James. "HANDS OFF HIS COCK!" he bellowed. 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 James for doing this. If they wanted to make me a salve, why were they holding off on coating me with cum? I wanted to get that cum all over me.

"Jesus. What is happening to me?" I thought.

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 from my own thoughts about what was happening to me, not only physically but also mentally. 

We stopped for short periods to 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 about why I loved it so much, and I think that scared the shit out of me. 

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 didn't think I'd have any trouble doing that. 

He began to push into me, and I felt the girth immediately. I had been used by a dozen or more guys, 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 fucked 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 most incredible orgasm of my life. My entire body was racked by it, and I could barely breathe for a good minute. It was fantastic, and it kept going and going. I think the fact James never eased up even once was the reason it lasted so long. Finally, after what seemed like days, James pulled out, saying, "Fuck... that was..." and left the room, not finishing his thought.

Immediately, another cock was put into my ass, and the assault continued. James came back shortly after, his long, soft cock bobbing in front of him. He took his position next to my head and began whispering again. "You love getting fucked, don't you?" "You want this every day." 

Was he right?

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. One of the most built humans I had ever seen came walking over. Piston had one of the most perfect bodies I had ever seen. It was actually chiseled to perfection. Even though he was relatively short, he was still sporting an extremely impressive 11-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. Now, for the first time since starting the night, I was nervous. 

He began to slide into me, and I immediately felt the pain of his massive cock. I basically had the same experience of intense pleasure mixed with slight discomfort from the last few cocks. But this cock was in a whole other league. It was stretching me to my breaking point. 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'm 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 severe 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 in 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 James 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 over me was James, petting my stomach and face. He had a look of concern in his eyes. 

"Everyone out," he said. Almost at once, the room was empty with just James and me. He helped remove my binds and lifted 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 James 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." 

James was kissing my neck and whispering in my ear the entire time. I felt so safe in his arms. "If you pledge this Brotherhood, I will be your Master for your 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 huge 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 James would be the person being in charge of me would make my decision much easier.

"We are going to go to the doctor in a couple of hours 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 last night, but it was romantic. Tender. Sweet. It left butterflies in my stomach. 

We parted lips, and he was smiling down at me. "That was... lovely." 

I was so confused. He had a boyfriend. Why was he acting like... this? 

"Come on," he said. Let's get you dressed and to the doctor's.

He helped me to my feet, which were a little more stable now. "Oh, before we do, though," he said. He leads me over to the two chains hanging from the ceiling. 

"James, I..." I began. 

"I promise, this is only for your pleasure. No pain," he said. 

I lifted my arms, and he attached them to the chains, leaving me dangling. 

"I have to deal with Piston's behavior, which may take a little bit," he was getting something else from a drawer. "And I know you just went through something rough. So I wanted to give you a reward." 

He came back with a Hitachi wand with a cock sleeve attachment. He slipped it over my cock and turned it on high. He then taped the wand in place against my stomach. 

"I shouldn't be too long. Cum as many times as you'd like." He gave me another kiss, this one slightly more rough but still tender, before securing a ball gag in my mouth.

He left. And two hours later, with five loads waiting on the floor, he returned to find me a blubbering mess. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry, stud. That took longer than I thought." He said, turning the Hitachi off. "How many times did you cum?" 

I could barely make out "five" through my gag when he began jerking my cock. 

"Good boy. Just a few more, and then we can go." I looked at him with pleading eyes. He just smiled, gave me a peck on the lips, and kept jerking my spent cock. 

He made me cum nine more times. I begged for him to stop, but he kept saying the same thing after every orgasm. "I think you have one more left." 

And he would find that one more... every single time.