Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2003 11:38:58 -0500
From: Ricky Frazier <RickyF@triad.rr.com>
Subject: Brian's Visit - Chapter 6

Notes on this chapter:  This section of the story evolved differently that
I had originally planned, eventually requiring that I split it up into two
chapter in order to preserved the sense of symmetry in the sections.
Therefore, this chapter details the events leading up to Ricky's next big
gang-bang, but stops at midnight.  Chapter seven will cover the party
fully, with all the detail you guys have come to expect.

Also, there is A LOT of foot fetish activity in this chapter, just because
it gets me hot.  Those of you how don't like that kind of thing will
probably be disappoint with this section.

I want to thank everyone who encouraged me to finish this story.  If it had
not been for the many, many emails I received, I probably would have quit
after chapter five.  I am already working on chapter seven (continuing the
party begun here in chapter six) and hope to have that ready by New Year's.
Happy Reading.

RickyF@triad.rr.com


CHAPTER SIX - Sunday
(Codes:  M/M+, WS, authoritarian, foot fetish, humiliation, shaving)

	The next morning I awoke slowly, exhausted, fighting the haze of my
hang-over.  My head was pounding.  Struggling to open my eyes, I discovered
that I was lying naked outside on my deck.  The sun was just beginning to
cast a faint glow over the treetops in the back yard.  I wondered how I had
ended up outside.  How long had I been lying here like this?  I tried to
get up but found my arms bound tightly behind my back and my feet, although
separated, tied to the vertical bars in the deck railing.  Finally managing
to shift positions, I stretched as much as my current situation would allow
and tried to work out the stiffness in my sore muscles.

	In my disoriented state, it took some time before I could begin to
put together the pieces of the puzzle.  For the first few moments, I forgot
all about Brian, Tim, and the others, thinking instead that I had been
robbed last night - that some intruder had done this to me.  As I slowly
began the climb back to full consciousness, I smelled urine and thought
that I must have pissed myself during the night.  When a cool morning
breeze blew over my still wet, cum-soaked ass, it sent a chill through my
entire body.  I twisted my head backwards as far as it would go and saw
white, half-congealed cum spread all over my thighs.  I somehow knew that
it was coming from my ass - and I began to remember...

	My mind went back to the test Brian had put me through.  He had
forced me to stroke my cock for nearly two hours while trying desperately
not to cum, all the while enduring constant taunts from the others.  Brian
told me that if I shot my load he would tie me naked to a tree and leave me
there while the rest of them went off to party somewhere else.  I
remembered how Jesse, Brian's connection for weed and other drugs, had come
to the house, joining in with the others, furthering my humiliation.  I had
played with his stinking feet and licked his ass and balls before sucking
each guy until he was hard and ready to pound.  We had all taken Viagra
tablets and the guys had been ready to party all night long.  Brian had me
take another tab of XTC and that, coupled with the weed, must have been
what caused me to pass out.  I could almost remember the first round of
fucking - taking each of the six guys one after the other while they broke
in my ass.  My memories grew cloudy after that.  I think several of the
guys emptied their nuts inside my ass again, but I also vaguely remembered
giving more head last night.  The crusty substance I felt on my face seemed
to confirm that I had taken at least of couple of loads there.  But after
that, I could remember nothing.  I certainly didn't remember being tied up
and left like a bag of garbage out on the deck.

	I rolled over again and realized that I needed to piss badly.  Not
having many options, I began to piss on my own deck through my sore but
fortunately soft cock.  Most of it ran through the spaces between the slats
of wood but I still got wet and could smell the rank morning piss as it
coated my sides.  My head still pounding, I lowered it to the deck and fell
back asleep.

	My second awakening was quite a bit more intense.  In the fog of
being half asleep, I barely noticed the shadows moving over me.  I awoke
immediately; however, when I felt the scalding hot morning piss of Jesse
and Tim showering down on me.  I instinctively tried to shield my face,
forgetting that my hands were tied behind my back.  I heard their laughter
at my futile struggle just as Jesse's stream hit me in the eyes. Closing
them and coughing violently, Tim directed his spray right into my open
mouth.  Finally, their bladders emptied, they returned to the house,
leaving me to dry on the deck.

	From the position of the sun in the sky I judged that it was
probably late morning already, going on noon.  I could hear voices inside
the house and thought briefly about crying out for them to untie me.  I
quickly decided against it.  They would come out and release me when they
were ready...wouldn't they?  Of course they would.  Brian had offered me a
way out of all this yesterday and I was regretting that I hadn't taken it.
If a similar opportunity were to arise today I was going to be ready!

	I focused my attention on the voices coming from the house but
couldn't make out much.  As far as I could tell my name had yet to be
mentioned.  Every now and again, the voices would go quiet and then erupt
in loud, raucous laughter.  I heard Kevin congratulate Brian on breaking me
in so quickly.  I felt myself blushing even though I was alone.  I heard
bits and pieces of conversation about some girl I didn't know - wait - they
were still just talking about me.  I had already forgotten that they now
referred to my ass as a "pussy".  Continuing to listen, I heard Jesse ask
the others about getting together at his place tonight.  From what I could
hear it seemed the guys were up for it.  The voices turned to
indecipherable mumbling for the next few minutes and I shuddered to think
about what they might be planning.  Finally, I heard Jesse say "Well, guys,
it's been a blast but I need to get going.  I've got a lot of work to do
before tonight."  Brian's voice responded, "You sure you have enough time
to pull it off?"  To which Jesse answered, "Sure, I've got everything we
need in the basement.  We might not have as big an audience as we'd like,
but we'll have enough to make it fun."  A chill ran down my exposed spine
as I considered those words and listened to the sound of my front door open
and close.  Just as the noise of Jesse's car fell on my ears, Brian walked
through the patio door.

	He was silent as he untied my feet from the railings.  I caught a
glimpse of his face as he worked.  He didn't look angry or happy or
scheming or anything else in particular.  Actually, he looked as though
there wasn't another human being on the deck with him at all; rather, he
looked like he was fooling around with some awning cable or something.
Once my feet were free, he hoisted me upright and directed me into the
living room with a stinging slap on the ass.  Rude applause broke out as I
entered the house and was led down the hall towards the bathroom.

	Once in the bathroom, I was certain that Brian would speak to me -
maybe like the conversation we had yesterday morning.  I was hoping for a
little bit of the kindness he had shown then - maybe even another offer to
end this.  He was acting different this time though, and the change scared
me a little.  He started to run some water in the tub, leaving me standing
on aching legs over the bath mat, dripping remnants of piss and cum.  When
the tub was full, he stood up and turned towards me.  Finally, he was going
to talk to me...or so I thought.  He roughly turned me around and began to
untie my wrists.  As thankful as I was to be released from the bonds, I was
getting angry at the way he was treating me - more like a possession than a
friend.  Once released, he directed me to the tub.  As I took my place in
the soothing, soapy waters, he left the room with only one
instruction..."Get yourself cleaned up.  You smell like a goddamn pig!"

	I sat in the warm water for several minutes just thinking about all
that had happened before picking up the soap and cleaning myself off.  The
more I thought about it the angrier I got.  If I smelled like a "goddamn
pig" then it was his fault!  Just who does he think he is anyway?  Fuck it!
All of them are guests in my house - I ought to be the one making the
rules.  Instead, they've got me giving them blowjobs, rubbing their feet,
and even letting them fuck me.  But it was my fault too and I knew it.
What had started out as simple messing around between two buds had now
escalated into something awful.  They were turning me into a fucking whore!
And with every new humiliation, every new experience, I found that I liked
it more and more.  But this just wasn't right!  How could I be letting this
happen?  I ran the soap over my crotch and reached behind to clean my ass.
I could feel the thick layer of dried spooge caked around the sparse hairs
surrounding my hole and had to use a washcloth to dislodge it.  Then the
worst thing that could have happened occurred - I started to bone up!  I
thought that it might be remnants of the Viagra that I had taken, or maybe
it was just the fact that I couldn't remember the last time I had cum.  I
tried to will it away but nothing seemed to work.  The angry, rebellious
side of me thought of just not worrying about it - I'm not scared of Brian
- he can't do anything to me.  Then I came back to reality - I could not
let him come back into this room and catch me with a hardon - he was acting
way too unpredictable for that.  My only choice was to try and get it off
before he came back.  I wrapped my hand around my steely cock and started
beating with a vengeance, hoping against hope that I could pop one off
before Brian came back.  I felt my balls rising in the sack and knew that I
was within ten strokes of blasting.  Nine...Fuck!
Eight...seven...six...closer, closer.  Five...four...Goddamnit this feels
good!  My earlier indecision had cost me though.  With no more than three
strokes separating me and orgasm, an angry Brian burst in the bathroom and
hauled me to my feet.

	"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" he yelled as he shook
me, sending water and suds all over my bathroom.  "I never told you to jerk
off!"  That was the last straw...I had just about had enough of this
shit!!!  I started to yell back.

	"This is my house Brian!  If I want to jerk off, I will.  I want
all of you out of here now!"  The words sounded foolish and I knew it.
They also lacked the conviction necessary to accomplish anything except to
piss Brian off.  My knees were shaking with cold and fear as I stood there,
dripping water and suds with my bone hard cock throbbing in front of me.  I
could see the anger building behind his eyes and knew he was about to
explode.

	He grabbed the back of my head and pulled painfully.  "Listen up
Mr. Jerk Off, I gave you a chance to end this yesterday, but you fucking
BEGGED me to let them stay even though you knew what we were going to do
with you.  Do you remember me telling you that there was no turning back if
you made that decision?"

	"Yes", I answered timidly as he shook my head.

	"A real man honors his obligations - the promises and commitments
that he makes.  I guess you're not a much a of man, huh?  Just a fucking
boy with too much attitude and a lot to learn."  He turned me around
quickly, surprising me by taking a swing at my wet ass.

	SMACK

	My pulsating cock swung wildly with nothing to hold it still,
slinging soap and pre-cum around the room.

	"Stop it!  Brian this is fucking nuts..."  He ignored me and
continued...

	"No way, buddy.  You need to be taught a lesson about following
through with the promises you make!  You'll be better off for it."

	SMACK...SMACK...SMACK

	The spanking stung like hell (especially since my ass was still wet
from the tub) but we both knew that it was more for the humiliation than
for the pain it caused.  With each swing my denied cock throbbed more
violently, the pressure once again building inside me.  Even though I
desperately needed to cum, I didn't want it to happen while I was getting
spanked.  The sound of his hand connecting with my wet ass was echoed each
time by the sound of my stiff cock smacking my stomach.  I became aware of
the other guys in the hallway, peering in at us and encouraging Brian on
every swing.  I felt like crying but fought the tears back, choosing to
maintain what little dignity I could.

	Suddenly, the spanking was over and I was once again turned to face
Brian.  He pushed me down onto the toilet and released my hair for a moment
while he rummaged around my sink.  I was horrified when I saw him pick up
my shaving kit.  He looked at me with the sternest expression I have ever
seen on him and spoke only a single word, "Shave!".

	I looked up at him timidly, listening to the snickers coming from
the hallway.  "I don't know what you mean...shave what?"  I clung to the
foolish hope that since I hadn't shaved since Friday, Brian just wanted me
to shave my face.  Brian rolled his eyes and turned his head, feigning
exasperation.

	"Stupid whore.  Let me make it simple so you can understand.
Imagine you just put on a pair of briefs.  I want you to shave all the
parts that would be covered by them.  That would include your ass, your
balls, your pubes, and even that dick you can't keep your hands off of.
Now listen carefully...I'm gonna inspect you when you get done and you
don't wanna disappoint me.  Understand?"

	"Yes, Brian", I stammered.

	As Brian turned away and walked out of the room, slamming the door
behind him, I struggled not to cry.  It wasn't just that Brian was behaving
like an asshole.  It wasn't even that I had been convinced to do so many
sexual things with them.  What upset me the most was my lack of control
over the events, activities, and pace of the weekend.  All of this was
happening too fast.  I could no longer deny that I enjoyed a lot of what
had happened, but I had been given no time to psychologically absorb - to
process - this new information.  My body was enjoying things that my mind
hadn't caught up to yet - that it wasn't yet giving me permission to enjoy.
With every new experience, my mind protested vigorously, but my body only
responded with a thick, wet, juicy hardon.  I guess that was what Brian
meant by "breaking me in" - forcing me over that mental hurdle.  I stifled
back the tears and took a moment to decide what to do.  I did not want to
shave, but I knew that Brian was strong and had four other guys with him.
Being rebellious could cost me dearly.  I needed to comply with his
command.  Fuck, he had enough video tape of our sexual escapades to
blackmail me for the rest of my life.  No, I definitely needed to do what I
was told.  I would decide later on if challenging him would be wise but now
was just not the time.  After all, hair grows back - reputations don't.

	I got back down in the tub and started to shave.  I started with my
balls, waiting for the warm water to smooth out the tight sack, then
stretching and carefully running the razor over them.  My nuts have never
been very hairy anyway, so this part wasn't that hard.  I then pulled my
hard dick to the side and shaved along the shaft, one side and then the
other, inspecting myself carefully to make sure that all the stray hairs
were gone.  Next I tried to shave my ass.  This was more difficult than I
had thought it was going to be.  I basically had to run the razor over my
ass blind, using my fingers to tell if the hair was gone and then
re-shaving places that I missed.  "I can check in the mirror when I stand
up and make sure I didn't miss any", I told myself.  Finally, it was time
for my pubes.  I was gonna miss these the most.  In lots of porno movies,
the guys shave their pubes and I know that it is so you can see their cocks
better, but I've always liked a bush - in my mind a man was more of a man
if his pubes were intact.  I realized that mine were too thick to shave
outright, so I got up and retrieved a pair of scissors from under the sink
and began to whack off the bulk of the hair.  When all that remained was
stubble, I took the razor and finished the job.

	I stood up and looked in the mirror, reviewing my work carefully.
As angry as Brian had been when he left, I sure as hell didn't want to face
his wrath over missing any hair.  When I was positive that not a single
hair remained anywhere that a pair of briefs would cover I relaxed and just
looked at myself.  My cock looked enormous!  It had been back and forth
between rock-hard and half-hard ever since Friday evening and had gone down
some during my search for rogue hairs - but was now starting to pulse
again.  My cock looked so strange to me - almost like I was looking at
someone else's dick.  That thought alone made it pulse and swell, slowly
arcing upward, struggling against it's own mass to point upward.  I was
amazed and caught myself staring at my reflection with my mouth open as the
head flared and my balls rolled actively in the smooth sack.  As if to
inform me that it was fully hard and ready to play, it burped out a bead of
silvery pre-cum that just sat there in the indentation of the piss-slit -
my cock so stiff that it was completely vertical.  I reached out to touch
it just as the door opened.

	"Jesus Christ, boy, don't you ever get tired of playing with that
thing!", Brian asked as he smiled through the doorway.  At least he wasn't
angry.  "Come on out here and let us check you out."

	I walked down the hall into the living room, greeted by the
familiar laughter of my "guests" at the sight of my shaved crotch and ass.
I was maneuvered in front of the couch as Brian, Tim, Phillip, Kevin, and
Brad inspected the quality of my job.  They pulled and played with my
balls, grabbed my stiff cock, pulling it in all directions, forcing pre-cum
everywhere.  Then they bent me over and told my to spread my cheeks while
they inspected down to the hole.  I winced as I felt a single hair pulled
out.  Apparently, I had missed one.  Thank god it was just the one.

	"Good job!  Damn good job actually.  Have you ever done that
before?"

	"No, Brian."  He shook his head, pleased at my work.

	"Fine.  Now, Jesse is putting together a little party tonight and
you are gonna be the guest of honor.  I know you probably didn't sleep real
good out on the deck last night and I don't want to have you all sleepy
tonight, so go take a nap - we'll get you up when we need you."

	"Brian, can we go somewhere and talk?"

	"What do you need to talk about?"

	"Well, everything - this whole weekend."

	"There's nothing to talk about until it's over.  You made that
perfectly clear yesterday."  The others began to chuckle.

	"Yeah, but this is just too much - way too intense.  I can't keep
acting like this."  Brian seemed to have expected this type of reaction
from me.  He picked up the television remote and pressed play.  There on
the screen was Brian plowing my ass with me screaming..."FUCK YES!!!! Fuck
me hard, Brian...please, I want you to cum...inside...my...my...pussy."  He
rewound and played it again, looking even more smug than before..."FUCK
YES!!!! Fuck me hard, Brian...please, I want you to
cum...inside...my...my...pussy."  I couldn't remember having said that last
night, but there it was - I obviously had enjoyed it - even begged for it.
It was going to be impossible to pretend otherwise.  I felt all chances of
a last minute reprieve dissipate instantly, but simply took a deep breath
and tried to appear calm.  No, I could not let them see how rattled I was
on the inside.

	"Tell you what, the deal you made was for the weekend and I am
gonna make you see it through, but after that you're in charge again.
Think about it Ricky, it's only one more day.  Of course, if you'd rather,
I could send this tape to your Mom or maybe your boss.  I'm sure they would
love to hear..."  He paused, letting the tape finish his sentence..."FUCK
YES!!!! Fuck me hard, Brian...please, I want you to
cum...inside...my...my...pussy."  "So you gonna live up to your deal or
what?"

	Christ almighty, what choice did I have?  I rolled my eyes and
sighed, "Alright, I'll do whatever you say through tomorrow."  I felt
something wet on my foot and realized that my cock had gone half-soft and
was pouring juice on my foot.  Kevin noticed and had to comment...

	"Damn, he's a juicy one", he noted, giving Phillip a friendly elbow
in the ribs and pointing out my wetness.

	"Lick that up Ricky - it's nasty.", commanded Brian.

	"What!?!"

	"LICK THE JUICE OFF YOUR FOOT BEFORE I PUT MINE IN YOUR ASS!"

	I jumped at his sudden rage and squatted on the floor, sticking my
own toes in my mouth and licking them clean of my pre-cum.  Of course,
while doing this, I dripped even more on the floor.  I decided to go ahead
and lick it all up, though the catcalls and frat boy laughter made it
difficult.  When both the floor and my feet were cum-free, I stood back up.

	Brian was shaking his head and chuckling.  "Alright pussyboy, get
in there and take a nap - and don't even think about jerking off.  I can
see in that room."

	I nodded that I understood and headed off to my bedroom, worried
about tonight but thankful that at least there was only one more day of
this.  Brian didn't need to worry about me jerking off - I was asleep
within minutes of lying down on the comfortable bed...

	Brian woke me some time later and sat on the bed beside me while I
gained my bearings.  I was still completely naked but that had almost
become my natural state so I thought nothing of it and made no attempt to
cover myself.

	"It's time to start getting ready for the party.  You know you're
gonna get fucked tonight, right?"

	"Umm, yeah, I kinda figured as much."

	"Well, you need to get ready.  Remember what we did yesterday in
the bathroom?"

	"Yeah."

	"We need to do that again...cleanliness and all that.  I can either
do it for you or you can do it yourself - choice is yours."

	"I'll do it."  Actually, I couldn't believe he was giving me a
choice in anything, but was glad to have some privacy and be spared at
least one indignity tonight - it would probably be the only one.

	"OK - well, you go ahead and wake up and get down to the bathroom
and take care of business and we'll be waiting for you in the living room.
We've got some time, so we'll probably want a beer and pass the pipe a few
times before we go.  I'll be driving so I'll pass on the pot until we get
there, but we can still relax a while before we leave."

	Brian left the room, leaving the door open and I stretched,
yawning, trying to wake up.  I could hear the guys in the living room and
relaxed when I realized they weren't talking about me for a change.  I
quickly shot across the hall to the bathroom and shut the door.  I couldn't
believe I was about to do this, but was still glad to be doing it myself
instead of having Brian do it for me.

	I turned on the water and ran it until it was a comfortable
temperature while I looked for the bottle Brian had used.  I repeated the
steps he had used with me yesterday, realizing with some embarrassment that
I wasn't as tight today - in fact, I barely felt the narrow tip as it
slipped into me.  I finished up by coating my hole with lube until it was
slippery enough to slip two fingers inside with ease.  I was horrified when
my cock jumped to life and throbbed over and over again.  I knew that if I
fingered myself long enough that I could probably cum.  That thought caused
me to immediately stop.  My body might be willing, but my mind just wasn't
ready for that.  I stood up, appalled once again by my lack of pubic hair,
and waited patiently for my cock to go down.  The last thing I need was to
walk out with a boner, especially since they all knew what I was doing in
here.  Finally, after my hardon had abated and after washing my face just
to finish waking up, I opened the door and walked down the hallway to begin
another night as house slut.

	With five guys present and the limited seating of my living room,
there was no place for me to sit down.  So I simply stood there and waited
to be acknowledged.  All of them (with the exception of Brian) were dressed
in the same clothes they had been wearing when I first met them.  For the
better part of the last thirty-six hours, I had mostly seen them naked -
this only added to my discomfort as I stood naked and ignored before them.
Kevin got up, still talking to the others - continuing some inane
conversation thread, and went to the kitchen.  He continued to talk as he
rummaged through what liquor was left, mixing a couple of drinks at the
bar.  He returned to the living room and handed one of the drinks to me as
he passed.  I took it tentatively, looking around at the others (who had
similar drinks already and were still paying no attention whatsoever to me)
and cautiously began to sip.  The drink was good and I was really thirsty.
Soon I was down to the watery, half-melted ice cubes at the bottom.  Brian
got up, took the glass, and made another for me - handing it to me without
so much as a glance.  I didn't trust them but, then again, this was a
really good mixed drink.  It was strong though, so I decided to slow down -
I was already feeling a little woozy but chalked it up to having liquor on
an empty stomach.

	By the time I had finished half of the second drink I was feeling
really drunk...a bizarre kind a drunk.  I was becoming immersed in my own
thoughts, hardly paying any attention at all to the others.  I was also
feeling almost giddy, a kind of weird sensation where I knew I was standing
there with a goofy smile on my face - in kind of a warm, comfortable
happiness.  It was about this time that Brian started to look at me again.

	"Finish your drink, Ricky."

	"Yesss, Brian...", I slurred back at him.  Phillip and Brad laughed
and for some reason, so did I - even though I knew they were laughing at
me.  I quickly downed the rest of the drink and Brian took the glass from
my hand and returned it to the kitchen.  After he sat back down, I noticed
him glance at the clock and then they continued to talk.

	I quickly faded into a haze - a fog where time and my other senses
seemed all out of whack.  Their conversation became a series of disjointed
syllables strung together in space.  I weaved back and forth on my feet,
surprised that I could still stand.  For a brief moment, I felt as though I
were on a roller-coaster, moving up and down.  The sensation made me
nauseous, but fortunately it passed quickly.  When it did, I felt the goofy
grin return to my face.  I knew Brian had drugged me and thought to myself
that I almost preferred it this way.  Given enough time, I could probably
enjoy what was about to happen without the substance abuse - but this was
all happening too fast - the artificial removal of my inhibitions would
help - at least for tonight.  I chuckled to myself, becoming lost in my
thoughts... "This is alright man.  Shit!  It feels pretty good.  They're
going to do it to me one way or another - at least this way I might be able
to enjoy it.  Fuck!  The guy on that video tape sure is enjoying
it...wait...that guy is me.  Brian is watching those fucking tapes again.
Damn these guys love those tapes.  They are pretty hot, I have to admit.
Fuck me.  Shit man, I need to get fucked.  Look how Brian's foreskin slides
up to cover his cockhead when he pulls out of my ass.  Yeah, hold it there
a second with just the head in my ass.  Goddamn!!!  I love your fucking
foreskin Brian.  FUCK!!!!, I love to watch it slipping in and out of my
pussy..."

      "Earth to Ricky..." slap - slap - slap.

	"It felt so good when you fucked me Brian."

	"I know pussyboy, but you gotta pull it together now..." slap -
slap - slap.  I was being pulled out of my daze and struggled to force
myself back to reality, startled to see Brian standing beside me - gently
slapping my cheeks.

	"Fuck pussyboy, you were talking some serious trash just now - was
kinda hot actually, but I can't let you black out again like that."  I
weakly rolled my head into a somewhat upright position and smiled back at
him like only someone baked out of his mind can smile.

	"Man, he's rollin hard dude!", Kevin observed as he returned with
another round of beers for the guys and some water for me.

	"Should we just go ahead and get to the party?", asked Phillip.

	"No, not just yet," answered Brian.  "Gotta let him get comfortable
with all the drugs in his system.  If we put him in the car now I'm afraid
he'll just puke everywhere and that won't be any fun for him or us.  Sit
him down here on the couch between me and Tim.  We'll let him watch a
little more of his movie."

	I felt hands gently moving me towards the couch and I sank into it,
eyes still glued to the television.  I turned my head towards Brian.

	"This is a hot fucking movie, man." I knew my words were slurred
and I heard the guys laugh at me, but the images on the screen of the
pulsing wet hole getting plowed were just too hot for me to deny it.  By
this point, I only vaguely remembered that the guy was me, occasionally
slipping so far out of it that I thought I was watching regular porn.  My
right hand moved towards my cock but Tim pulled it away easily.  I
responded by grabbing my wet piece with my left hand but only got half a
stroke off before Brian pulled it away.  I sat there, stoned out of my
mind, watching myself getting fucked in a homemade porno, my cock throbbing
in the air, coating itself over and over with sloppy precum, while Brian
and Tim held my hands off my dick.

	I don't know exactly how long I sat there but we had gotten to
parts of the movie that I certainly didn't remember from last night.  I saw
someone's cock pull out of the nasty ass on the screen - I think it was
Phillip's.  The camera was zooming in on the hole.  It was the most
fascinating thing I'd ever seen.  The opening could not even try to close
up...it just sat there, filling up most of the screen now, briefly going
out of focus as the camera continued to zoom.  I could see the ring of
muscles convulsing rapidly, cum running out in streams.  Most of the jizz
was off-white and runny, but occasionally a thick curd of it would emerge
and slide off lazily out of the frame.  A finger came into the picture and
swiped off a thick glob before disappearing again.  I instinctively knew
that the cum had ended up in my mouth.  The finger re-emerged and in horror
I realized from the long, slender digits and shape of the nails that the
finger was mine.  I heard a voice on the tape... "That's it, faggot...Eat
up that cum, lap it all up...You want to grow up to be a good, strong
pussyboy...don't cha?"  I didn't hear myself respond but I knew that the
moaning on the tape was coming from me.  Fuck!  I was eating cum right out
of my own ass.  Another thick, slimly glob ran out of the ass before being
scooped up by my probing finger.

	I turned my head and looked at Brian.  He smiled back at me but
didn't say a word.  I tried to talk but ended up just returning his smile.
My cock was spiking hard and moving in time to my heartbeat as I sat there
watching the movie.  I tried to move my hands again but Brian and Tim were
just holding them too tightly.  Without warning, I felt the muscles inside
me contract violently and I knew that cum had entered my tube.  I tried to
focus on the sensation and make it continue.  I desperately needed to cum -
more than at any other point this weekend.  If I could just get a little
friction on something...just a little more...almost there.  Fuck!  No!!!  I
was losing the sensation.  It was even now growing more and more distant.
I found my voice and cried out.  "Shit! - you goddamn mother-fuckers!  Let
me shoot!  Please!  Damn, guys please let me CUM!!!!"  It was too late
though - the orgasm had been aborted and the contractions were already
receding.  The first initial burst of juice that had entered my cum tube
traveled slowly up the length of my cock, expanding the throbbing spike of
flesh as it went, finally exiting the drippy piss-slit and lazily making
its way over the corona of my cock.  I watched it as the bead of cum slowly
gathered weight and clung to the rim of my cockhead before becoming too
heavy and sliding down the length of my shaft.  It felt warm, then cold as
it gathered in my hairless lap, running tortuously out of my sight and down
the side of my ball sack.  Already losing focus again, I made a mental note
to have my couch cleaned.

	Brian looked at me with a curious mixture of amusement and disgust
before speaking to the rest of the room.  "Now he's ready to party...Kevin,
if you and Tim can get him in the car, I'll get everything else we need."

	Before I could even process the movement I was out the door, being
half-carried by Kevin and Tim towards my car.  They put me in the back seat
and climbed in beside me.  Phillip opened up the front passenger door and
sat down as Brad approached the door to the back seat.

	"Guys it's too crowded in there.  He's gonna have to sit on
somebody's lap."

	"I'll volunteer for that..." said Tim as he hoisted my naked and
limp body up onto his lap and slid both of us over to the center of the
seat, making room for Brad.  The movement had coated both of my thighs in
my juices and I was already producing more when I heard the trunk slam shut
and saw Brian get into the drivers seat and start the car.  He turned his
head to look at me.

	"Everyone comfy back there?" he laughed as he gunned it out of my
driveway.

	It wasn't a cold night, but I was naked and my crotch was wet.  The
change in temperature briefly snapped me out of the intense high I had been
feeling.  Tim was bouncing me gently on his knee, keeping my cock in motion
as we drove along.  I worried for a moment that I might be seen, but
realized that there wasn't very much traffic.  I had no idea what time it
was, but the roads seemed deserted.

	Suddenly, my right foot left the floor and was hooked over the
headrest of the front passenger seat.  Kevin quickly did the same to my
left, resting the foot on the far side of the drivers seat, while Tim slid
my torso down hooking my head under his sweaty armpit.  I struggled briefly
but knew it was a waste of time.  As I calmed down I heard Tim bark at me,
"Entertain us, bitch."

	I opened my mouth to ask what he wanted me to do, but couldn't
really talk with my mouth in his smelly armpit.  In my attempt to respond
however, I did breathe in deeply and felt my cock swell in response to the
scent.  Tim took my right hand and moved it to my ass while Kevin tightly
gripped my left.  Before I knew it, I had two fingers up my ass, frigging
my hole for all I was worth while writhing in Tim's lap, my toes curling
around the headrests from the intense pleasure.  I could feel my balls
rolling around in their sack and after every few thrusts my ass muscles
would contract, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body and pulses
of precum up my shaft.  Tim took off his shirt and smashed my face deeper
into the recesses of his pit - to the point where I actually had his hair
in my mouth.  I licked and sucked the matted, smelly hairs, cleaning them
and savoring the smell and taste.

	"Dude, he is fucking out of it!" Kevin yelled.  "Brian, did you
bring the camera?"

	"Yeah, it's in the trunk though."

	"You need to stop the car and get it, man.  Let Phillip film this
shit!"

	The car stopped and I heard the movement but didn't care.  I was in
my own world at this point and all I wanted was to keep going - no matter
what.  Even though I was only slightly aware of the motions and noises
around me, when we started moving again, I knew I was being filmed - again.
"What the hell," I thought to myself, "after all the tape they have of me
already, what difference does it make?"

	"Yeah, that's it fuck yourself, bitch...Get that pussy all warmed
up for us...Hate a cold cunt, man."

	"Fucking stretch that hole out good, faggot - you wanna be able to
enjoy all the cock that's gonna be shoved up there tonight..."

	The filthy, incredibly nasty commentary continued for sometime as I
pleasured my hole and cleaned out Tim's pits.  When I added a third finger
without being told and arched my back to get even deeper inside me, the
guys roared their approval.  By now, I was pumping my ass fast and hard.
My middle finger had found my prostate and I was quickly climbing towards
orgasm.  If possible, my joy-button (as Brian called it) was even more
sensitive than the head of my cock and I knew that I could rub one out just
by pressing it over and over.  Continuing to poke myself furiously, I
didn't want to stop.  I knew that if I shot, Brian would be seriously
pissed, but I didn't care anymore - in fact, even if I had cared, I
couldn't have stopped - not on my own.  They were filming me but Brian was
driving and I didn't think they were paying enough attention to know that I
was about to shoot.  My balls were climbing higher and higher in the sack
and I knew I was in the zone.  I thought about how embarrassing this tape
would be, possibly the most embarrassing so far - me finger fucking myself
to a violent hands free orgasm while sniffing around in Tim's pit stank.  I
thought about the huge mess I was about to make in my own car...

	Knock...knock...knock

	I thought about how good it was going to feel, unloading the wad
that had been growing all weekend, spewing fuck everywhere.

	Knock...knock...knock

	I heard laughter and knew that they were amused at my slutty
display, but I didn't care.  Plunging my fingers in harder and harder,
faster and faster, I continued with urgency to crescendo towards an almost
inevitable orgasm.

	Knock...knock...knock

	What the fuck was that noise?  I paused for a moment, realizing for
the first time that we were no longer moving.  Tim allowed my head to break
free of his pit and I saw Jesse peering in through the window.

	Knock...knock...knock - it was Jesse tapping on the glass.  He made
a motion with his hand and Brad rolled down his window.  Jesse was grinning
from ear to ear.

	"Enjoying that pussy, aren't you boy."  I was too flustered to
answer.  "Get your hand outta your ass before you shoot, bitch."

	Startled and stunned, I allowed my fingers to slip out of my greasy
hole and Phillip zoomed the camera in to get a few last frames of my
humiliation on tape before we went into the house.

	As I was navigated up the long driveway, I realized how far back we
had been forced to park.  Fuck!  There were cars everywhere!  How many
people were inside?  I panicked suddenly and started to struggle, but once
again the attempt was futile.  Tim and Kevin, although surprised by my
sudden display of resistance, quickly tightened their grip on my arms and
half-dragged me the rest of the way to the house.  Brian, watching from the
rear, called out for us to stop on the porch.  He moved behind me, firmly
grasping the back of my head and lifted my face to his...

	"That better be the last I see of that, Fuckwad!  Now, listen
carefully, you are gonna walk WILLINGLY into this house and you are gonna
do everything you are told - when you are told..."  He chuckled to himself
as if he had just thought of something.  "What choice do you have, really?
I've got your keys.  You're naked with a hardon that won't quit.  You don't
know the way back to your house since you were so busy jerking off your ass
on the way over here.  And to top it all off, I've got over five hours of
video tape that I could sell on the internet for a goddamn fortune..."  My
eyes widened at the horror of that thought and Brian noticed the reaction.
"Yeah, pussy, there's a market out there for tape of a hungry, drippy
boypussy taking load after load of cream up his hole.  I think they call
that making 'CreamPies'.  After tonight, if you ever wanna get fucked again
or get your fag cock all slimy while slobbering over sweaty feet, you can
do on your own timetable, but for now you are mine - ours.  Got it?"  He
shook my head violently for emphasis.

	"Yes, Brian.", I responded timidly, wincing from the pain of my
hair being pulled.

	"Yes, what?...and speak up so I can fucking hear you!"

	"I'll do whatever you want - please don't give those tapes to
anyone...please, I'll do anything."

	"Willingly and with no attitude?"

	"Yeah, sure...anything you want..."  He eyed me suspiciously, as if
trying to determine if I was beat down enough to cooperate.  Slowly, his
tense face softened and he spoke again.

	"Good, you won't regret it - trust me."  He held the words "trust
me" out longer than the others, reveling in the irony of how impossible
that would be, yet how necessary if I were to get through this evening.  He
was my only link to my previous life - and he knew it.  He was the bridge
that connected the slut standing here on a drug-dealers porch, naked and
hard, to the ordinary computer support technician I had been only a few
days earlier.  He looked me deep in the eyes - already fucking me with his
own - before looking to Jesse.  "Show him to the party, dude."  He released
my head and bent down to pick up the camera supplies as I was led into the
house.  "By the way, faggot..."  We stopped and turned to face him again.
"...your fucking face smells like pit stank!"  I was whirled around quickly
and led down a flight of narrow wooden steps as the voices around me
erupted into laughter.

	The basement came into view slowly as we made our descent.  It was
large and plain, with pieces of mismatched furniture scattered throughout -
the kind of sofas and chairs college students buy at secondhand stores for
their dorm rooms.  There were several unpainted support beams running from
the floor to the ceiling and a large, but older model, television in one
corner with an air hockey table in the other.  The room was full of smoke
that I instantly recognized as weed and, as I peered through the clouds, I
could make out no less than fifteen guys scattered around the room - some
on the couches passing bongs back and forth, some around the air hockey
table, and a few gazing mindlessly at the television.  It was hot!  At
first I thought it was because we had been outside, but then realized that
it was just fucking hot down here.  I almost instantly felt my pits begin
to moisten from the heat.  It felt like I was descending into hell.  I
paused for a moment, not really wanting to make a naked entrance in front
of so many people, but knew my only choice was to keep walking.  At least
the movement and fear that I felt had blunted the effects of the earlier
drugs.

	To my surprise, not many of them even looked our way.  The few who
did, peered at us through glazed over eyes and didn't seem to take in the
fact that I was naked.  The whole scene reminded me of depictions of the
old opium dens like they show in the movies - crowds of people fucked outta
their minds - strangers all.  My heart was pounding and my cock was almost
completely soft as my bare right foot made contact with the cement floor
and I was ushered into the room.  Jesse led me to a sofa and sat me down
next to two rough looking guys who were working on finishing up a bowl and
downing beer from a keg in the corner.  As Jesse and Brian brought down the
camera equipment, the guy sitting next to me handed me the still smoking
bong and asked if I wanted to "hit this".  I looked at him incredulously,
not able to comprehend his nonchalant reaction to a naked stranger sitting
next to him.  I hesitantly took the bowl before the fire went out and took
a deep hit, handing it back to him afterwards.

	"So you must be the pledge Jesse was telling us about", inquired
the stranger.  I didn't respond right away as I was confused, but my lung
full of smoke gave me adequate cover for the pause.  I looked towards Jesse
for some explanation and saw him mouth the words "play along".  Realizing
that pretending to be pledging a frat was actually a less embarrassing
story than the truth, I eagerly went along.  Exhaling my smoke slowly, I
responded...

	"Yeah, that would be me."

	"What frat you trying to get into, dude?"

	Shit!!! I hadn't thought about having to elaborate on this lie, but
was excited when a good answer popped into my head.  "I'm not allowed to
say.  You know the university admin doesn't approve of this type of rushing
anymore and they come down pretty hard on frats that do it."  He eyed me
curiously but seemed to buy it.

	"Well, anyway - I see they already got your pubes, man."  I
followed his eyes looking down at my hairless lap, thankful at least for my
new found cover story.

	"Yeah, I guess it looks pretty weird, huh?"

	"Yeah, whatever..."  He turned away and dropped the subject.  The
silence was uncomfortable as I looked over and saw Jesse helping Brian set
up the video equipment.  They were hooking the camera up to the television
again - no doubt so that I could monitor what was about to come.  I kept
talking to ease the tension...

	"So, how do you know Jesse?"

	"Buy pot from him.  Most of us do.  He called me up and said he was
having a party for his best customers.  All the free beer we could drink
and weed we could smoke...all we have to do is help him initiate some
pledge from the college or some such shit.  Anyways, I wasn't about to turn
down a free buzz..."  His voice trailed off like he was having trouble
focusing.  I wondered how long they had been down here smoking.  At least
his story explained why they weren't surprised to see a naked guy join the
group.  "...I need some more beer.  Hey Jess, is he allowed to drink?"

	"Sure, we're not quite ready to start yet anyway."

	"Come on then - we'll get you a beer or something..."

	I really didn't want to be walking around this basement naked, but
I got up and followed my new "buddy" to the keg and waited as he got a
glass and filled it for me.  As he looked up and handed it to me, his eyes
stopped at my crotch.

	"Dude, your dick is all drippy.  What's that about?", he asked
casually as he refilled his own glass.

	"Well, actually my initiation has been going on since Friday.  I
haven't been allowed to cum since then."

	"So...I've gone a couple days without shooting before and I don't
get like that."

	"They've...well, they've...I mean Jesse and the guys I came
with...they've been keeping me...excited since then and I guess it's just
starting to build up."  He raised one eyebrow and smiled.

	"A bunch of guys have been keeping you excited?"

	"Well, they've been keeping me high too...and Jesse made me take a
Viagra..." I tried to explain.

	"Dude, being high would make it harder to stay excited...unless you
just really liked it.  I guess the Viagra might make you bone up but shit,
man - you got like six inches of precum hanging off your cock.  How do you
explain that?"

	I really wanted him to stop talking about my dick.  Even now I
could feel the blood start to return to it, the slow but steady swelling of
the veins, and the bubbling of even more precum to add to what was hanging
from my cock.  First, the entire length of my soft cock swelled noticeably,
quickly becoming much wider.  Then, I felt the unstoppable rise begin, the
head of my dick bobbing up and down, higher and higher with each rapid beat
of my heart, pulling the strand of pre-fuck up along with it.  He was
watching my cock intently, obviously curious, as my voice got stuck in my
throat.  I wanted to explain, to try anything to take his attention away
from my crotch.  My piss-slit opened and I belched out another bead of
precum.  The strand lengthened to nearly a foot in length as my expanding
cock pulled it upwards.  Almost vertical now, the strand made contact with
the length of my shaft.  The string of precum was much colder than the
intense heat coming off my dick.  I felt my ass muscles contract
involuntarily as my body pushed the last bit of blood into my cock - it was
full now - as hard and angry as it would get, painfully throbbing and
leaking as it searched for something - anything - to get it off.

	"Dude, that looks painful...", he whispered, thankfully not drawing
any attention.

	"It kinda is...I really need to cum - bad."

	"Do you think they'll let you?"

	"Not until they're finished with me.  They've had me close so many
times this weekend, but each time they find a way to keep me from shooting.
I'm about to go crazy..."  My voice trailed off as I watched him stare at
my bloated, hungry dick with an expression that was hard to read.  It
seemed part curiosity, part pity, and part disgust.  Just then Jesse's
voice cut through our tension as he called out to my beer buddy.

	"Hey, Kyle...get the pledge back over here...we're ready to get
started."

	Kyle, whose name I'd only just now learned from Jesse, led me and
my hard cock back over to the center of the basement, while the other guys
assembled around me.  I caught Brian's face, still standing back near the
camera equipment and heard him call out...

	"Shit Kyle, looks like the pledge has a thing for you!"

	"Shut the fuck up asswipe!", he yelled back, taking an uneasy step
away from me and my fuck hard leaking hose nonetheless.  It was odd to hear
someone talk to Brian that way.  Odd, and a little scary.  Brian had gotten
me into this, but clearly, even he was no longer in complete control.  No,
he had passed those reins to Jesse...this was his show now.

	"Alright guys, listen up.  As I told you before, I asked you here
to help me pledge Ricky here for one of the local frats.  He is gonna be
put through a series of tests to see if he can meet their very selective
and strict membership criteria.  In exchange for your help, you get all the
beer and weed you want tonight, but I gotta tell you, some of the things
they want us to do are gonna seem kinda weird, but I've got to follow the
rules.  None of you guys has to do anything you don't want to, but if you
can't help me out, you need to leave now..."  He paused for dramatic effect
and waited to see if anyone would bail.  No one did.  He then continued...

	"Now, in order to prove that Ricky makes it through..."  He paused
again and glanced towards me, "...or doesn't..., I have to videotape the
activities.  We'll do our best to keep your faces off the tape, but you
have to be careful not to use your names unless you want them on the audio.
Everybody understand?"  There were muffled uh-huh's and yeah's as the
tension and anticipation in the room quickly escalated, the guys more and
more curious about what was about to unfold.  "Good, then let's get
started.  Brian, you rolling the tape?"

	"It's going, man."

	"Great!  The frat gave me these four envelopes.  In them are
Ricky's instructions for the night.  They are labeled TEST ONE, TEST TWO,
TEST THREE, and DISQUALIFIED.  I was told to give the first envelope to him
and have him read the instructions out loud."  He was really going all out
for this lie - to go so far as to actually put instructions into envelopes
and claim they were from some frat.  He handed the first envelope to me and
told me to open it.

	Inside was a single, folded sheet of paper with the following
instructions...

READ THIS PART SILENTLY PUSSYBOY!!!!  The only way I could get all these
guys to help you tonight was to scam them with this fucking frat story.
You'd better play the part good or Brian and I will have a field day with
your ass later on.  We all know you are going to like these tests anyway.
Now...

READ THIS PART ALOUD!!!

	I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice before continuing...

PLEDGE TEST ONE: Pledge must remove all clothing, including socks, shoes,
and underwear...

	Someone interrupted...

	"Well, that parts already done!"

	"Shut up, David!  Let him finish.", growled Jesse.

	"Hey, you said no names!"  Jesse just glared at him and he fell
silent.

	"Please continue, Ricky."

PLEDGE TEST ONE: Pledge must remove all clothing, including socks, shoes,
and underwear.  Pledge must then find no fewer than ten volunteers for this
first portion of the initiation.  Pledge will kneel at the bare feet of his
volunteers and sniff each foot for three minutes.  This will equal six
minutes per volunteer, one hour for all ten pair.  The pledge may AT NO
TIME touch any of the feet or his own cock.  If this regulation is
breached, move immediately to the envelope labeled "DISQUALIFIED".  After
each volunteer, the pledge will stand and be assigned a score as follows...

SCORING FOR TEST ONE: 0 points if pledge cock is soft and free of moisture.
1 point if pledge cock is hard and free of moisture.  5 points if pledge
cock is hard AND moist.  10 points if pledge cock cums during activity.

ALTHOUGH A TOTAL SCORE OF ZERO IS PREFERRED FOR ADMISSION TO FRATERNITY,
THE MAXIMUM ALLOWABLE SCORE TO CONTINUE TO TEST TWO IS 20 POINTS.  IF
PLEDGE EXCEEDS ALLOWABLE POINTS, MOVE IMMEDIATELY TO THE ENVELOPE LABELED
"DISQUALIFIED".

	My voice was quivering as I finished reading and looked around the
room.  Some of the guys looked intrigued, but most just looked disgusted.
Kevin, Phillip, and the others, standing towards the rear of the room,
simply smiled, knowing my weaknesses and how difficult this was going to be
for me.  Kyle, the nice guy I had met earlier, interrupted the pause with a
question...

	"Jesse, he's already hard and already wet.  He told me you guys
were working on him like this all weekend.  That don't seem fair to me.
Seems like, if we are gonna score him, he ought to be soft and dried off
before we start."

	Jesse rolled his eyes impatiently.

	"It just don't seem right...give him a fighting chance to score a
zero, man."

	"All right, Goddamnit!!!!  Brian, will you take Ricky to the
bathroom and don't let him come back out until his cock is soft.  And make
sure the fucker isn't leaking, either.  We'll pick the volunteers while
you're gone."

	I was quickly grabbed and escorted into a small, half-bath off the
far end of the basement, Brian whispering "I've always hated that guy"
while we walked.  Once in the bathroom, he started barking orders...

	"OK, make that shit of yours go down!"

	"I can't Brian!!!  I need to cum!"

	"Not this shit again!"  He reached between my legs and squeezed my
balls hard, causing me to wince in pain, all the while staring into my
eyes.  "This will make it go down, right?"  I didn't answer.  "RIGHT!!!!"

	"Yeah...God, please let go.  Please..."

	"Can you get it soft if I let go?"

	"Yeah...I can do it.  I'll put some cold water on it or something."
He let go suddenly and I fell backwards, my cock still semi-hard, but no
longer throbbing.  I recovered quickly and turned on the water.  Nice - ice
cold.  Scooping hand after hand of the icy water over my cock, I felt it
wilt quickly.  When I was positive it was as soft as it was going to get, I
grabbed a hand towel from the rack and dried myself off thoroughly, making
sure to milk the flaccid cock a few times to get out all of the precum
still in my tube.  As I worked, Brian continued to talk...

	"Yeah, that guy Kyle must have taken a shine to you or
something...didn't hear anyone else standing up for you like that.  Of
course, he don't know you like we do - he don't know you're just a
cock-slurping, cum-hungry faggot whose about to have the time of his
life...Goddamnit!  Aren't you done yet?"

	"I think I'm ready now."  I couldn't even look at him, but I knew
he was sporting that same shit-eating grin that I'd grown to both love and
hate over the past few days.

	"Good!  Let's get you back out there...its SHOWTIME!!!!!!!"

	He opened the door for me and slapped me gently on the ass as I
made my way back out to the main part of the basement.  My ten "volunteers"
were already selected, the first three of which were already sitting on the
couch that was positioned in front of the television.  To my surprise, Kyle
was among them, sitting on the far right of the sofa, passing a reloaded
bong back and forth with the other two.  Brian helped me kneel in front of
the guy on the left, who was already taking off his sneakers and socks.  I
quickly looked up and away, not wanting to bone up this fast and add to my
embarrassment.  I knew I would never make it through an hour of
foot-sniffing without being at least hard and wet - shit!, I'd be lucky not
to cum, but I intended to at least put up a fight.

	Jesse moved into my field of vision with an egg timer as Brian
returned to the camera.  He told me to work from left to right, switching
feet when I heard the buzzer...

	"Get ready, get set, GO!!!!"

	Immediately my nose was within inches of the strangers foot in
front of me.  Curiously, I thought myself lucky that they didn't smell bad.
In fact, they didn't smell much at all.  The socks were clean - you could
still smell fabric softener on them.  Nevertheless, when I saw his
perfectly formed toes and the small tufts of hair sprouting from them, I
knew I was about to grow wood.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on not
getting hard, all the while taking deep, oddly fulfilling breaths off his
feet.  Suddenly, I realized that the bare concrete was hurting my knees.
In an effort to stave off my eventual hardon, I ground my right knee even
harder into the rough, hard-textured cement.  I could feel my cock return
to it's softer state and knew that if I kept this up and didn't think too
much about what I was doing, I could probably get through at least the
first couple of guys...

	BUZZZZZZZZ

	I switched feet quickly, thinking to myself how fast that three
minutes had gone by.  Yes, I'd found a system - don't think about the feet,
keep your knees in the concrete, your eyes closed, and my dick might stay
soft - at least until I got to Kyle anyway.  Shit!  Don't think about Kyle
you fool!!!  Think about something else - QUICK!  A-B-C-D-E-F-G

	BUZZZZZZZZ

	Jesse hoisted me to my feet and moved in close to score me.  Six
minutes down.  He screwed up his face, curious to find me still soft,
without a drop of moisture to be found.  He looked to Brian, who simply
shrugged and continued to film.

	"Total score so far: zero."

	"Way to go, man.  I knew you could do it.  Hang in there!"  It was
Kyle encouraging me, and inadvertently almost causing me to bone up.  I saw
Brian's face change after he heard the comment.  He looked like he could
kill Kyle if he had the chance.  Jesse continued my test...

	"Round two - GO!"

	The next guy had only been wearing a pair of shower shoes and he
had kicked them off just before my sniffing began.  For some reason, I
didn't find his feet all that attractive.  I thought that curious and then
realized that most people with a fascination with certain body parts don't
find ALL of them sexy.  I continued with that train of thought until the
first buzzer went off, my cock still completely soft.  Realizing that I had
lucked out - finding a guy whose feet didn't turn me on - I continued to
breathe deeply, for the first time my confidence rising instead of my dick.
When the buzzer went off, Brian and Jesse were even more perplexed.

	"Total score: still zero.", announced Jesse.  Kyle responded with
enthusiasm.

	"That's right, Ricky...You show those punks back at the frat that
they can't mess around with you.  You're not gonna fucking throw a bone
over a room full of bare feet!"

	God, I wished he hadn't have said that!  My mind started to race
and my cock plumped slightly, knowing that I was gonna have to do him next.
Jesse and Brian saw my face fall, and they knew that they had time on their
side.  It was inevitable.  All the guys I had met before tonight knew it
too.  I glanced at them.  Kevin, Phillip, Brad, and Tim - all standing back
from the action - knowing that I would lose it soon, knowing that the blood
would start to surge, knowing that - among other things - I was a fucking
foot-pig and no amount of self-control could change that fact.

	Just then, Kyle stood up and walked away.

	"Where you going, man?", demanded Jesse.

	"I need another beer, somebody else can take my place...I'll get
back in line."  Jesse nearly exploded with frustration.

	"Fine!  You...you're next."  Some guy I'd not paid any attention to
until now moved over and took Kyle's seat on the couch.  I looked down and
panicked.  He was wearing very old black and white cross-trainers and even
without my face right up against his feet I knew that they were going to
smell strong.  Jesse twisted the timer again and waited for the new guy to
take off the sneaks and his socks.

	"Go!"

	My cock was already on the rise as I fully knelt and took my first
breath.  I was doomed.  This guys feet were as rank as Tim's and at least a
size larger.  His big toe was large and perfect, with a small amount of
sock fuzz still stuck between it and the next one.  I quickly shut my eyes
and tried to will away my coming erection.  I was making headway when the
first buzzer sounded.  Switching feet quickly, even the rough cement was
not helping anymore.  My cock was definitely filling out, though still not
fully hard, just longer and plumper than when I'm totally soft.  My only
salvation was that I wasn't looking at them and that I wasn't allowed to
touch them.

	BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

	"Stand up pledge and be scored."

	Quickly doing as I was told, some discussion ensued as to whether I
should still be allowed a zero score.  Jesse insisted that I at least be
required to take a one, but Kyle (who had returned with his beer and was
standing near me) disagreed strongly.

	"He ain't hard, man.  The rules clearly say that to get a score of
one he has to be hard."

	"Are you blind, dude?  Look at it.  It's definitely getting hard.
He gets a one."  Jesse was starting to get angry but Kyle wouldn't drop it.

	"We all saw him, Jesse, before he started.  We fucking know what it
looks like when it's hard...and that ain't it!  He gets a zero!!!!"  For a
brief moment, I actually thought a fight was about to break out.  Jesse
shrugged his shoulders, knowing that I couldn't resist all night, and
announced my score...

	"Total score: remains at zero."  Then, with a wicked grin in my
direction, he added, "Tim, would you get the pledge a beer."  I knew I was
in trouble now, doubting that there would be just beer in the glass he
brought back.

	Kyle lifted his glass to me, smiling, and said, "Hang tough, man -
You can do it!"  I smiled back weakly, wishing he wouldn't place so much
faith in me - I knew I was about to disappoint him.  With a new batch of
three guys sitting on the sofa, Kyle moving back into the lineup (middle of
the couch this time), and my dick already stirring - yeah, I was about to
disappoint him big time.

	Tim returned with my glass and Jesse began a chorus of "Chug - Chug
- Chug - Chug" which was soon echoed by every one in the room - including
Kyle.  I did the only thing I could, tip the glass back and drain it in one
long drink.  It tasted strange - which I knew it would - and since I
already had some drugs in my system, I was feeling the effects of this new
dose even before my knees hit the rough concrete floor.

	To make matters worse, the timer on the forth guy couldn't start
until he had taken off his sneakers and socks.  He wore a ratty pair of
white Chuck Taylor's (off-white and torn from years of use) and his socks
were gray.  He also seemed to be taking an awful long time in getting them
off.  As his lifted his foot out of the first sneaker, I could see how damp
and wet the gray socks were and my cock responded instantly.  As his hand
slowly, almost teasingly, pulled the damp cloth from his bare foot, he
wiggled his long toes and I got a whiff of the sweaty foot-flesh even
before I bent over to resume the test.  By the time the second foot was
bare I was full on the bone and the new dose of drugs had hit my brain.  I
very nearly missed Jesse yell "GO!!!".

	I knew that I was going to lose this fight.  No matter how hard I
concentrated I just was not going to be able to make my cock go down again
- not with a sweaty, intensely smelly foot in my face.  Every deep whiff I
took caused my cock to bloat a little more and I knew that in a matter of
moments I would be leaking again.

	BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

	Switching feet quickly, I made a decision to keep my eyes closed
and at least try not to get drippy until after I had sniffed Kyle's feet.
I was starting to feel light-headed anyway and concentrated on that while
the time ran out on this guy's last foot.  Just keep it from
dripping...just keep it from dripping...

	BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

	"Stand up, pledge, quickly now!"  Doing as I was told, I stood and
exposed my throbbing, yet fortunately dry, hardon to the entire room.
Jesse didn't waste a second in pointing it out.  "Ah-haa...I see we have a
change in status for the pledge..." and then adding, while glancing at
Kyle, "...unless someone want to argue with me that that is not a hardon!"
I was barely paying attention as I wobbled unsteadily, already starting to
drift back into my own pleasant little world.

	"SHIT dude!", shouted Kyle, "so he got hard.  He's obviously
stoning - just look at him...and he only gets one point 'cause he ain't
wet...AND he's allowed twenty points in this test.  He'll pass...he'll pass
easy."  I looked over at Kyle and grinned stupidly, almost flirtatiously,
and he suddenly looked uncomfortable.  Too far, I thought to myself.  Shit!
Why did I have to go and do that?

	"Well, I'm glad you think so 'cause you're next on his sniff list",
answered Jesse, pushing me back to the floor, this time between Kyle's
feet.

	Instead of kneeling upright like I had done before while the guys
took off their shoes and socks, my head went right down to Kyle's sneakers.
I couldn't take my eyes off them as his hands appeared and began to unlace
and remove his sneaks.  I felt my juices start to bubble when he lifted his
feet out and I saw the many holes in the sole of thick, white, sweaty sock.
By the time he got both feet bare, I had already created a puddle between
my legs.

	"GO!"

	Kyle's feet were amazing!  They were probably about a size 12, with
long, pale, thin toes with little tufts of his dark hair sprouting proudly
from each.  My first deep sniff sent my cock into convulsions, shaking and
spewing even more slick moisture from deep within me.  My balls felt like
they were on fire, writhing and rolling in the tight confines of my drawn
up sack.  I was losing control quickly, no longer thinking about anything
the awesome sight and smell of Kyle's feet.  >From this angle, the bottom
of each big toe looked like the silhouette of a large, plump cockhead.
That thought caused my ass to contract.

	BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

	I didn't even hear it...

	"Switch feet, goddamnit!", yelled Jesse, giving me a playful nudge
in the ass with one of his own bare feet, his big toe staying perilously
close to my twitching hole.

	I moved to the other foot and breathed deeply again, letting the
scent fill my mind with thoughts of locker room sweat and jock straps and
old funky socks.  My cock began moving on it's own again, up and down, up
and down, in time to the growing urgency inside me.  God!  Fuck, those
toes!  They look and smell so goddamn good.  Got to taste them!  Shit!
I've got to have them!!!!  Before better judgment could intervene, my hot
mouth enveloped the sweaty, big toe of his left foot - all the way down -
and I began to suck furiously.

	"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!", I heard someone scream, suddenly realizing
it was Kyle.  He jerked his foot out of my mouth and used it to kick me
back.  "Get off me you fag!!!  What the hell you think you're doing!!!!"
As I landed backwards, my cock was still spewing juices all over the place
and everyone saw for the first time the large puddle of clear slickness
that I had spilled between my legs.

	Brian, Jesse, and the others who had spent the earlier part of the
weekend with me were laughing their asses off.  Brian, already pissed off
at Kyle, took the opportunity to further ruffle his feathers.  "Told ya he
had a thing for you, man.  Sucking your toe and leaking pre-jam all over
himself..."

	"Fuck off, Brian...and fuck you faggot!", he screamed at me,
launching a big wad of spit in my direction.  It connected soundly with my
face and I just left it there, rolling slowly down my cheek.

	"Hey, pledge," said Jesse, nudging me again with his feet to get my
attention, "I think that disqualifies you.  I mean, you stuck his toe in
your mouth and I think that counts as touching - you weren't allowed to do
that."

	Slowly, I heard the others in the room arrived at a consensus that
I had, in fact, been disqualified.  Kyle, still ranting over what I had
done to him, was muttering to himself and anyone who would listen about how
much he hated fags, about how I deserved to be punished by the frat for
fucking up their first test so easily.

	Jesse hauled me up to my feet and handed me an envelope with the
word DISQUALIFIED in big, block letters.  "Open it and read it out
loud...towards the camera."  Shamed beyond anything I though possible, I
turned towards Brian and the ever-rolling video camera and opened the
envelope.  It too, contained only a single, folded sheet of paper.  As my
face flushed red, I hesitantly began to read...

PLEDGE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED

If the pledge in question is reading this letter, then it has been
determined that he has failed to meet the criteria of one of the three
previous tests.  This failure is enough to prove one of three things...

1. Pledge has no self-control 2. Pledge has no sense of the community of
brothers...or 3. Pledge is simply a faggot

Membership in this fraternity is hereby denied and we leave it to the
capable imagination of our contract pledge master, Mr. Jesse Stipes, to
devise an appropriate punishment for this pledge and his despicable failure
during these tests.

The pledge will now be escorted from the room until an appropriate
punishment is determined.

This fraternity thanks those present tonight who served as both witnesses
and participants to these tests.  We wish you the best of luck in all you
choose to do.

	The letter ended...

	"Tim, would escort our would-be pledge to the bathroom while we
decide what to do with him?", asked Jesse.

	"Sure thing, Jess..."

	Tim moved towards me, grabbing me by the elbow and leading me away
from the group.  It felt as though my entire life was over...I imagined
that this might actually be what it feels like to be sentenced to life in
prison.  Tim broke out in laughter as soon as the door to the bathroom was
closed.

	"Goddamn!!!!  You stupid fuck!  I can't believe you, dude.  You
knew the rules and put Kyle's fucking toe in your mouth anyway!"  He was
grabbing his sides and I noticed tears running down his face, he was
laughing so hard.

	"What are you guys doing?  What's up with all this frat shit?  Why
are you doing this?"  I was once again practically in tears, though my hard
cock had not flagged a bit, in fact, it seemed harder than ever, perhaps
stimulated by not knowing what was about to happen next.

	"It was a great plan, wasn't it?  Let me explain the whole thing to
you while we're waiting.  All these guys are drug customers of Jesse's and
they would do just about anything to stay in his good graces.  But, we just
didn't know how they would take to a big pussy-boy gang-bang even if we did
offer them all the weed and beer they wanted - which, by the way - I should
let you know - you paid for.  So Jesse comes up with this frat house
initiation scam.  Awesome fucking idea!!!!  We get you down here, pretend
your being initiated into some frat, and slowly warm them up to the idea
that you are just a big cum-whore.  We are all, including me, pretending
that we didn't already know that about you.  So now we got Jesse, Brian,
and the other three guys trying to talk the others into seeing just how far
you will go tonight."

	"What was in the other two envelopes - TEST TWO and TEST THREE?"
Tim roared again in laugher.

	"That's one of the best parts...NOTHING!!!  We were so convinced
you'd fuck up during the first test that we didn't even bother putting
anything into the other two envelopes.  Fuck, bitch, you make this all so
fucking easy!  Now, Brian's gonna knock on the door in a minute or two and
the number of times he knocks will let me know roughly how far the other
guys want to see you go before they start freaking out.  If they only feel
comfortable with a good old-fashioned frat paddling, then Brian will knock
once.  If they would be open to seeing you give some head, but would get
freaky if they saw you take it up the ass, then he will knock twice.  But
if they are up for anything at this point, and I'm sure Jesse is trying to
talk them into it, then...then, my little pussy friend, Brian will knock
three times - and your little ass and mouth are gonna be in heaven."

	My cock was about to spew just from the thought of it when I saw
Brian's shadow underneath the door.

	KNOCK...

	"Wait for it bitch..."  More precum oozed out, basting my shaft in
juices again.

	KNOCK...

	"Hell yeah...faggots gonna swallow some cum tonight!  Wait for the
third, wait for it!"  My knees went weak.

	KNOCK

	"YESSSSS!!!!!  He managed it!"  Tim leaned in close to me.  "No
limits tonight, pussy...no limits."  With that he opened the door and
thrust me into Brian's strong arms.  He looked at me with his piercing
eyes, gauging my expression.

	"When we get out there, it's gonna seem like Jesse is in charge -
that's part of the plan.  But remember, you answer to me, pussyboy.  Do
this for me, boy.  Do whatever he says.  Do it for me, your old pal
Brian...and I'll let you cum tonight", he whispered.  And I knew instantly
I would do anything for him.

	As he led me back to the sofa, I saw that it was now occupied by
Phillip on the far left, Jesse in the middle, and Kyle on the right.  The
others were off to the sides and behind the couch.  Jesse wore an evil,
knowing smirk, as did Phillip and my other "friends", but Kyle just looked
angry, apparently still fuming from my earlier indiscretion.  Brian stopped
me, hands behind my back, hard cock still throbbing and leaking goo, about
7 or 8 feet in front of the couch.  Jesse moved in his seat and prepared to
speak, looking for all the world like a judge.

	"Ricky, you are about to be punished for your, your...what did the
letter call it Phillip?"

	"Despicable failure."

	"That's right...for your despicable failure at your fraternity
tests.  But first, I was hoping you could settle a little bet I've made
with your friend Kyle here."  He paused for a moment, allowing my tension
to build.  "Would you mind doing that for me first?"

	"I guess so."  His face suddenly hardened and I half expected him
to leap up from the couch.  Instead, he simply chose to yell.

	"YES or NO, SIR! are the ONLY words that I need to hear."

	"Yes, Sir!"

	"YES, YOU MIND DOING IT FOR ME!!!!!"

	"NO, NO, Sir!!!  I don't mind."  He was amused at how easy it was
to get me confused - it fit so perfectly into the scam he was pulling on
his buddies.

	"Fine, that's better.  I bet Kyle that if we gave you one of the
socks he just took off and let you sniff it all you wanted that you could
cum in less than five minutes - even without touching your cock.  Kyle says
no one could possibly be that fucked up sexually, but I think he's wrong.
If he's right and you can't shoot, he gets a free bag of Mexico's finest.
If I win, I'm fifty dollars richer.  What do you say?"

	"Ummm..."

	"Shut up!  On second thought, I don't give a shit what you say.
Now, be a good little boy and pick up that rank sock in front of you.  Do
it.  Yeah, now that's a nice faggot.  I'm setting the timer to five
minutes...GO!"

	I dutifully picked up the sock and even before I was asked to do
it, had the filthy piece of cloth in front of my nose.  Shit!  It was still
damp!  I was rubbing it on my face, breathing deeply and my cock had taken
on a life of it's own, moving freely, like it was being shaken from some
invisible hand.  Brian had released me and moved back to make sure
everything was being captured on videotape.  I glanced over the sock to
Kyle's feet and imagined them in my mouth instead of the sock while I
listened to Jesse's non-stop ranting..."That's right, boy...fag out on the
stinky sock...closed up in Kyle's shoes all day, getting sweaty, right up
against his nasty feet.  Shit faggot, you should see yourself.  Dick all
jerking and leaky, throwing your fag dick snot all over my floor - all by
itself, too!  You're not even touching it and even now you know your
fucking clitty is about to explode.  We can see your balls rising up,
fag...we can ALL see it...every last one of us is amazed that you are about
to sling it over a goddamn sock.  Bet this is gonna be the best cum of your
life.  UH-OH, boy - your balls are so goddamn high they're clinging to the
sides of your jerkin' cock.  Never seen a guys dick move like that on it's
own - like it's having a fucking seizure.  Oh FUCK!  There's pre-nut all
the way from your cock to the floor now, pussy.  I guess if we hadn't
already guessed you were a fag, you're about to remove all doubt.  You're
about to cum, aren't you boy?  About to fling that shit all the way over
here.  That's right, keep breathing, keep breathing...You're starting to
shake all over, boy.  What's that all about?  You about to shoot?  Feel
that cum rising into your shaft?  Almost to the point where you couldn't
stop it if you wanted to?  Man, it must suck to be that horned up with only
a fucking nasty, crusty sock to get you off.  Your legs are wobbling
boy...is everything OK with your knees?  They're not getting weak are they?
Come on, boy...don't make me lose this bet.  That's it...FUCKING INHALE
THAT SOCK, FAGGOT!!!  LICK IT AND THINK ABOUT WHERE IT'S BEEN...HERE HE
COMES BOYS...WATCH OUT!...THAT THINGS GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!"

	Over three days of pent up fuck jam came exploding out of my cock
in a torrent that more resembled a stream a white piss than cum.  The first
blast easily covered the distance between me and Jesse, the far edge of the
shot landing on his bare right foot and creating an unbroken river of white
juice from it to about a foot in front of me.  My knees buckled with the
force of the first blast and I had to quickly readjust my footing to keep
from falling down.  As I continued to inhale the fumes from the rancid
piece of cloth shoved up against my face, the second shot came out just as
hard as the first but arched up further from my unsecured cock, the top of
the arch nearly as high as my head, the far end landing about a foot from
Jesse.  Another blast seemed to exit my cock at the speed of sound, and
splattered audibly into the puddle of white that I was quickly creating
between Jesse's legs - still getting at least a distance of six feet!  It
was followed by another, and then yet another, before the dregs of my
orgasm began to simply fall from my piss slit and slide sloppily over my
balls, down further over my thighs, then my calves and feet, to pool with
the nasty clear fuckslop I had spilled before my orgasm.  I was very close
to passing out.  Jesse had been right - that was by far the best orgasm of
my life.

	I slowly lowered the sock from my face, legs trembling, panting
heavily, and tried to gauge the reaction from the crowd.  Most were
wide-eyed, mouths open, staring in disbelief at what they had just
witnessed.  Brian was still filming my attempt to remain standing as my
cock continued to pulse and push out the sloppy remnants of my cum.  Tim,
Kevin, Brad, and Phillip were all giving me knowing grins, but Jesse sat
stone-faced for a long time, letting the gravity of what had just happened
sink in.

	"Holy FUCK!!!!", exclaimed Kyle.  "I've never seen anything like
that before.  It looked like a fucking fire hose going off!  I guess I owe
you fifty Jess."

	"Nah, don't worry about it.  I knew he would cum so it was hardly a
fair bet.  I just wanted you to see that I was right.  We got us a grade-A
ripe pussyboy with us tonight..." and then looking at me, he slowly added,
"...don't we?"

	Still trembling from my orgasm, I couldn't find my voice.

	"DON'T WE!!!"

	"Yes...", I slowly muttered, knowing now the complete futility of
trying to protest.

	"Louder!!!"

	"YES!"

	"What are you?"

	I admitted it to myself and finally felt the last of my walls and
inhibitions come crashing down around me.  I knew that I was rounding a
corner mentally - that from now on accepting and admitting that I truly did
enjoy this wouldn't be nearly as difficult.

	"A pussy..."

	"...and what else?"

	"A faggot..."

	"...and what would you like more than anything else right now?
Think about it carefully and be honest.  Then tell the whole room."

	I knew the answer instantly.  It was embarrassing but true - it was
honestly the thing I wanted more than anything else in the world at that
moment.  It took another prompt from Jesse for me to answer.

	"...well, what is it?  What do you want?  If you ask nicely, you
might get it..."

	My legs were trembling again as I spoke.

	"I want Kyle's dick in mouth...I want to suck him off."

	Kyle looked stunned but not as angry as I had suspected - maybe he
wouldn't get up and beat the shit out of me after all.

	"Really?", responded Jesse, the tone in his voice revealing that my
answer had even caught him off guard.  I don't know what he had been
expecting me to say, but that apparently wasn't it.  He paused for a moment
but recovered quickly, chuckling to himself as he continued.  "So you want
a little taste of Kyle, huh?  Kinda thought you were developing a thing for
him.  Grab your cock and stroke it while you talk to me, while you tell me
more about what you want."

	I tossed the sock to the floor and wrapped my hand around my still
throbbing slimly cock.  Even though I had just nutted it felt so good to be
stroking it, my jizz providing ample lube for my slow up and down fisting.

	"That's good...So you really are a faggot, huh?  That's not just
some mean name we've been calling you?  It's really the truth, isn't it?"

	"Yes, sir...Jesse, sir...it's true."

	"Wait a second...you say you wanna suck Kyle's cock...you're not
getting 'feelings' for him, are you?"  The question caught me off guard.

	"No, of course not - I just wanna suck him...", I responded, still
shafting my cock, already feeling another load brewing inside me.

	"...and what do you call a person who wants to have sex with people
they don't care about?"

	The answer was obvious...

	"A slut, sir."

	"So you're not JUST a fag, you're a slutty fag?"

	"Yes, sir, I'm a slutty faggot..."  Any resistance my mind had been
making earlier was gone now - mind and body working together as one to get
what I knew I wanted.  I also knew that I would cum again if this line of
questioning continued.

	"Besides sucking cock, and well, making messes on people's basement
floors, what else do slutty faggots like to do?

	"They like to take it up the ass, sir."

	"Do YOU like to take it up the ass?"

	I groaned with pleasure, both from the thought and my stroking
hand.

	"Fuck yeah, sir...I like to take it up the ass..."

	"Interesting, learning all kinds of things about you tonight.  You
know, you can't suck on Kyle and take his cock up your ass at the same
time.  Even you're not that talented, are you?"

	"No, sir."

	"So to give you everything you wanted at the same time, somebody
else would have to fuck you while you sucked off Kyle, isn't that right?"

	"Leave him alone, Jesse..." came a response from somewhere - I
didn't catch from who.

	"No, let him answer..." interrupted Kyle, surprising even me.

	"Yeah, somebody else would have to do it."

	"Look around the room and tell me who you'd like that to be.  You
don't have to pick me...I won't be insulted...pick anybody you'd like..."

	I looked around the room and my eyes fell on a guy just behind the
sofa, blonde, with a short haircut, smaller and more compact than Brian,
more of a runner's build like myself.  I didn't know his name.

	"That guy..." I answered, pointing to my choice.  The guy looked
shocked.

	"Him?", questioned Jesse, wanting to verify my answer.  "You don't
even know his name, do you?  You'd let a guy whose name you didn't even
know fuck your ass?"

	"Yes, sir...I want him."

	"You know, I don't have any rubbers - he'd have to fuck you raw.
That OK by you?"

	"Yes, sir...please - I'm starting to need to cum again."

	"Speaking of cum, where would you want the guy fucking you to
shoot?"

	"In my ass, sir."

	"In your what?"  I knew what he wanted me to say, and I just didn't
care anymore.

	"In my pussy, sir, in my pussy...please, sir, if he's willing, I
want him to fuck my pussy and empty his nuts into me while I suck Kyle.
Please, sir I need to cum again."

	"Hands off your dick, slut.  You're getting impatient and not
concentrating enough."  Reluctantly, I released my sloppy cock and waited.
I was beyond broken in - I was a fucking cum-whore.  Jesse paused for a
moment before continuing, this time speaking to the whole group...

	"OK guys, I hadn't quite counted on things getting this freaky
tonight," Jesse lied, "but it seems our pussy here has set the agenda for
the evening.  Now, I told you all that nobody had to do anything they
didn't want to do - and that's still true - you can just stay and watch it
you want to, but if any of you mother-fuckers leaves this room and runs his
mouth about what happens here you'll never get another ounce of ANYTHING
from me - no weed, no pills, nothing!  Anybody that wants to leave better
do it now..."

	No one moved.

	"Good...Tim, go lock the door for me."

	"Sure thing, Jess."

	"You!" barked Jesse to the guy I had selected to fuck me.

	"What?"

	"So you gonna give it to him or what?  He specifically asked for
you."

	"I don't know man - maybe I'll just watch - it seems a little,
well..."

	"If you don't do it, I will."

	"Really?  I mean I never thought..."

	"Shit - it's just another hole!  What you so scared of?"

	"I'm not scared!" he protested.  Jesse was growing tired of this
and simply ignored him, turning to Kyle.

	"Are you at least gonna let him suck you?"

	"Hell, yeah - his little confessional got me hot, Jess."  Kyle was
already sliding his jeans down over his legs and off his bare feet.  Jesse,
ever the director, turned to me.

	"Well, get down there and get you some of Kyle's piece - no
touching your dick though."

	I was down on my knees in a flash, hands on Kyle's thighs, already
slobbering over the thought of tasting Kyle's meat.  Jesse turned back to
the nameless guy I had asked to fuck me.

	"Last chance to hit this first..." he said, slapping my upturned
ass playfully as he did.

	"Oh, what the hell..." he said as he moved over behind me and out
of my field of vision.  I never even saw him take off his clothes.

	I didn't care anymore though because I suddenly found myself face
to face with Kyle's cock.  I'd seen bigger over the past few days, but that
didn't matter - the dick was hard, wet, and, best of all, Kyle's.  Since
Friday, I had gotten in lots of practice getting a cock past my
gag-reflexes and I was balls-deep on it within seconds, savoring the taste
of his precum on my tongue and the scent of his unwashed pubes in my nose.

	"SHIT!!!!", yelled Kyle when his cockhead slid into my throat,
bucking his hips upwards in surprise pleasure, and nearly giving me a
bloody lip in the process.  "You are a fucking slut...DAMN!!!"

	"You're not kidding, dude...", came a voice from behind me.
"...the fucker's got grease in his hole - bitch came ready!"

	"Well, stop you're yapping and fuck him!", screamed Jesse.  "The
rest of us are waiting..."

	I spread my legs as wide as I could in this position and felt him
moving his cock around my ass, obviously new at this, trying to find his
target.  When the head found my greasy hole I let out a gasp around the
throat in my cock.  Since my hole was well-stretched from the ride over
here, my anonymous fucker slid in easily all the way to root, a subdued
moan escaping his lips as he bottomed out.  He only rested it there a
moment before starting a slow and easy long-dicked fucking - my only regret
that I hadn't gotten to see his cock first.

	Returning my attention to the pulsing cock lodged in my throat, I
began to work Kyle with an enthusiasm that I had never shown for anything
before.  I was taking his dick all the to the pubes, slurping hard to get
enough suction, then slowly rising up the thick shaft all the way to
ever-expanding head, twirling my tongue around it each time I crested,
savoring the flavors my tongue was pulling out before beginning another
slow descent.  After a few minutes, I lifted completely off his cock to see
Kyle with his head thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying every minute of his
blow-job.  I lowered my face to his sweaty balls and breathed in deep,
feeling my own cock dripping again as the dick in my ass slowly poked and
prodded my prostate.  Kyle was a quieter suck than I had grown used to, not
yelling at me or pulling my hair or calling me names - and I wanted to make
this the best head he'd ever gotten.  I impaled my throat on his shaft
again, going quicker this time, ever up and down, faster and faster, now
massaging his nuts one in each hand, tenderly rubbing them with my fingers,
wanting nothing more than to feel them empty into my mouth.  I could hear
the others undressing now and knew that I'd be taking lots of cum-gorged
dicks in my throat tonight, but also that I'd enjoy this one the most.
Kyle was beginning to get close.

	"Fuck...yeah, yeah, yeah...goddamnit!  Here it comes...take it you
pussy!!!!"  I quickly rose up on his shaft several inches, still slurping
and keeping the suction intense.  Brian and the others had cum directly
down my throat before but this one, this one I wanted to taste.  His balls
rose suddenly away from my massaging fingertips, and his dick shuddered as
the first shot of his fuck-slime hit the back of my mouth with incredible
force.  I began to move my tongue immediately to savor the milky fluids.
His cock continued to spew over and over again, filling my mouth to
capacity - almost causing me to lose some it from the corners.  Kyle gave a
few last post-orgasmic thrusts, mixing his cock juices and my own saliva
into a nasty, slimy, frothing mess, before pulling it out carefully, my
lips closing around the head both to keep from spilling any and to prolong
his pleasure.  He looked down at me, panting from sexual heat - yet
smiling.

	"Let me see..."

	I knew what he wanted and opened my mouth, moving my tongue back
and forth to show him the massive load he had just shot into me.  He nodded
approvingly.

	"You gonna swallow?"

	Making a visible display of it, I closed my mouth and took one,
then two, then three gulps, until I was sure every last drop had vanished
into my throat, opening my mouth when finished to show him how much I had
enjoyed him.  Breaking us out of our reverie, Jesse jumped in.  As I looked
towards him, I saw that he was already naked, slowly stroking his monster
piece.

	"Alright now, you two lovebirds - break it up...and you in his
pussy - don't make love to it - FUCK IT!!!"

	Suddenly the cock in my ass kicked into overdrive, the plunges
coming faster and faster.  My own fuck hard dick was slapping my stomach as
he began to really throw himself into it, poking my joy-button repeatedly,
causing my thick lube to flow even harder.  I could feel droplets of my
precum flying off the tip of my cock, wetting my nipples and some
splattering up as far as my neck.  If he had kept that up for a few more
minutes I would have cum right there.  Instead, however, he thrust in hard,
sliding well past my prostate and deeper into my gut and held it there, his
cock twitching as he bred my ass.  I moaned like a bitch in heat when I
felt the first scalding wave of juice shoot deep inside me, quickly filling
me up, sliming my insides.  My ass squeezed repeatedly, out of habit and
instinct, as he pulled out of me.

	"Finally...", roared Jesse, grabbing my hair and tugging violently
until my upturned face met his.  "Now, here's what we're gonna do.  I'm
gonna sit here on the couch and you are gonna work my big old pussy pleaser
with that purdy mouth of yours while all these other guys take turns in
your twat.  After you've been plugged by each and every one - that's twenty
in all - then you're gonna climb up here and ride me like one of them
fucking whores in the movies until I fill you up with my own baby-makers.
You understand all that, Fuckwad?"  He shook the hand that gripped my hair
for emphasis.

	"Yes, sir...", I muttered in response, my throat still coated with
Kyle's dick slime, while a clock somewhere rang out its midnight chimes.

	It was Memorial Day...

End of chapter six
TO BE CONTINUED...

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