Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 23:19:37 -0700
From: Pete in Los Angeles <sailboyla@hotmail.com>
Subject: dorm-domination-12

Dorm Domination
Chapter 12
Initiation
by SailboyLA@hotmail.com

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>From Chapter 11:

"All right," Mike said. "The bitch lives for cum. If you want to test him
before we send him upstairs, we can test him." The guys yelling in
appreciation and Zak got a smirk on his face as he started to stroke his
cock through his jeans.

The guys went around the room, opening doors to closets, and getting the
room ready. Carl went and got something made out of black leather and
started attaching it to some bolts in the ceiling. I had never seen a sling
before, but once it was hooked up, I knew instantly what it was.

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Chapter 12 - Initiation

Four guys rushed forward, tackling me, and ripping my clothes off. I felt
the seams of my shirt give way, and they unbuckled my pants. For a moment, I
panicked and struggled against them. Did I really know what I was getting
myself into? Then someone's ass, covered in soccer shorts, sat on my face,
and I remembered why I was doing this.

They lifted me up and carried me to the sling. I was still struggling a
little bit, and one of the guys holding my arms - Carl - yelled to someone
else, "He's fighting just like Carlos did. Get the restraints." They threw
me onto the cold leather and held my arms up against the chain supports. The
two guys holding my legs pried them open and I could feel my asshole - right
at the edge of the sling, exposed to all the world - as the cold breeze blew
over it. Mike and Zak worked together to put my wrists and ankles into the
thick leather restrains. The locks they put in place latched together with a
loud click which had a startling sense of finality. I was completely at
their disposal. They could do literally whatever they wanted with me, and I
had no control. My cock sprung up, rock hard.

"Now this particular model," Mike began as he ran his hands over me. "Comes
equipped with a tight asshole," his finger slipped inside of me, causing me
to gasp, "Unlike your ass, Carl. Your ass was as loose as the Grand Canyon.
And you called yourself a virgin." The pledges laughed at Carl, whose face
turned a crimson shade.

"His cock is respectable," Mike continued, flicking my cock with his finger
so hard it stung. "Not that he'll be using it much. But it's bigger than
that thing you call a cock, Jimmy." Jimmy was an Asian guy. He had taken off
his shirt, and you could tell he worked out a lot in the gym. His body was
perfectly hairless, and I found myself wondering how his skin would feel to
touch.

"His belly," Mike continued, running his hands past my belly button, "Has a
hunger for cum I've never seen before. I had him eat only cum the other
night, and he skipped dinner his belly was so full. You could learn from
him, Coleman." Coleman had a big body, and an extra layer of fat around his
big muscles that the other pledges didn't. It made him look sexier to me.

"And this mouth," Mike said, putting the finger which had been up my ass
into my mouth and over my tongue. "I've trained this slut's mouth to
pleasure men in every way. Any part of your body - cock, foot, armpit, ass,
whatever - will enjoy the time spent in this hot hole." A couple of guys
were naked now, pumping their cocks, and the rest were undressing.

"All right, gentlemen. Here's your opportunity to test drive this little
whore, and see if he deserves to become one of us."

Zak was the first one at my ass. "It's time for a little payback, bitch," he
said. "Your ass is mine again, but no lube this time." He jammed his cock
through my assring and I let out a groan. His cock burned inside my ass.

"How does it feel, whore?," he asked. "I'll bet it burns, just like it
burned that day that Mike took my cherry. But that was just the beginning."
He jabbed his cock hard back into me, my ass ring on fire from his assault
and the pounding my ass had received the day before. In spite of the pain,
my cock stayed hard.

"Yeah," I heard Coleman say as he positioned a table underneath me. "Tell
him what they did to you." Coleman straddled my body so that I was looking
up at his ass and back. He lowered his ass on my face, and I tasted and
smelled his ass again.

"We had a pledge activity the night that Mike fucked me," Zak said as he
pounded my ass. He was fucking me like he had something to prove, some score
to settle. "And it wasn't just the pledge class and the pledgemasters. It
was the entire frat - actives and everyone. They took us to the swimming
pool after hours and we were supposed to go skinny dipping. But I never made
it into the water." He slapped my ass hard. I felt Coleman reach forward to
pry my ass cheeks apart even further. When Zak next thrust in, he got to
depths he hadn't reached before.

"When I pulled my pants down, the actives saw 'Mike's Fuckhole' written
across my ass," Zak continued. "They nearly fell down laughing, and made me
tell them the story. My big brother was humiliated. He said that I had asked
for it, that I had started all this trouble, and that I owed him, and all
the brothers in the house for humiliating them. And they were going to take
the payment from my ass." Coleman lifted his ass off my face for a moment,
and then farted right into my nose. He started laughing above me.

"They bent me over the diving board," Zak said, "And tied me down with the
lane markers from the pool. First my big brother fucked me, then the
pledgemaster. Then all the actives took a shot at my ass - which was still
sore from Mike's fucking - and then they let the pledges all have a crack at
my ass. The pledgemaster's little brother was even visiting from high
school, and they let him fuck me. I've never been so humiliated in all my
life. So many guys fucked me that there was a puddle of cum between my
ankles." The sling was rocking on its chains now, swinging with every push
of Zak's cock into me.

"I thought they would fuck me, get their laugh, and then everything would be
back to normal," Zak went on. "But my Big decided that he didn't want me as
a brother any more, not after what had happened. They blackballed me from
the frat. They got the 8 ball from the frat house and stuck it up my ass and
left me there for the night, ass exposed, and the puddle of cum at my feet.
I fell asleep, not knowing what would happen with me. But this fucker saved
me." I felt Zak give Coleman a high-five above me. Here they were - one guy
fucking my ass while the other had me eat his ass - and they were
high-fiving each other. Fucking guys.

"I couldn't believe how the brothers treated him," Coleman said. "I knew
that I didn't want to be a part of a frat which would ditch a brother when
he got in a little trouble. I knew that their idea of loyalty and
brotherhood was a sham. After everyone had fallen asleep in the house, I
went up to the pool and untied Zak. His legs and arms were cramped, and it
took us an hour to get that pool ball out of his ass. We didn't know where
to go, so we found Mike, and asked him if he could help us out since he had
been the cause of the trouble. I knew he was a cool guy from our fun in the
ambulance. I knew he would never have treated a brother like that. The guys
at ATO knew that our pledge season is rough, so they let us pledge on one
condition: Mike was the alpha of our group, no matter what. We agreed. We
still have a couple weeks to go before we're in, but we're totally stoked to
be part of ATO. Mike really saved our asses."

"You were the real source of my trouble," Zak said. "You and this slutty
little fuckable ass that you have." He spanked me for each word in "slutty
little fuckable" and my cheeks stung from his assault. "You were asking for
a fucking like this from a real man, and you got one. I'm sorry I used
Mike's property, but I think we all know you're the real trouble maker here,
you cumwhore." Zak's dirty talk seemed to turn himself on even more, and I
felt him shooting his seed deep inside me, which almost sent me over the
edge.

Zak pulled out and Coleman got his ass off my face. Zak came around to where
my head was, and he leaned his face down next to mine. "Your ass is still
the hottest one I've ever fucked," he whispered into my ear. "I didn't
really need to test you out. I wanted to prove to my brothers here that I
was in charge of you, after that stunt you pulled. Welcome to ATO, whore."
His eyes were burning holes through my pupils, and his lips came down and
brushed mine ever so slightly. Did he just kiss me?

Coleman had taken over at my ass, plunging his fat sausage of a cock in and
out of my cum lubed ass. "I fucking love sloppy seconds," he said as he
rammed me. Jimmy laid on top of me and pushed his Asian fuckpole into my
mouth. For having the smallest dick in the bunch, he still had enough to
make me almost choke. My nose buried into his wiry pubic bush and his body
felt smooth against my cheeks.

The guys who weren't using me were standing around, all buck naked now, and
talking about nothing in particular. Guys were jacking their cocks to keep
them hard, and a couple of guys were helping a buddy out - jacking their
cocks from behind while they talked to someone else. They clearly had a
familiarity with each other, an almost family bond and comfortableness
around each other, and I finally understood why they called themselves
brothers.

I wanted desperately to be a part of their family, and as they each fucked
me, I began to know them, and a bond began to form. These would be my
brothers in time, I realized. I wanted  to know each of them intimately, to
have the same familiarity with them as they had with each other. I could
tell I was still an outsider just then, and I wondered what it would take
for me to feel that way, to feel included.

Jimmy fucked me next, and his cock was a relief after Zak and Coleman's
pounding. He seemed a man of few words, and he fucked me with a clinical
precision, touching my nipples and cock in just the right ways so that
before I knew what was happening, I was cumming all over myself. He played
me like an instrument, and he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.

Next up was Carl. Carl's style was quick and lazy. He stayed standing where
he was and pushed me and the sling away from his cock. He did almost no
work, and he came quickly up my ass. With him, as with the others, I found
myself tightening up my ass muscles, wanting them to cum harder than they
ever had, wanting to please them, to let me join their club.

After Carl came Rico. He was a sexy latino guy, his skin a deep brown like a
dark tan. He brought his uncut cock to my face and had me nibble on his
foreskin to get his pre-cum going, though he didn't need anything to
penetrate my now-leaking-with-cum ass. When he touched me, his hands were
warm and strong. I understood the term "latin lover" better than ever
before. He took long stroke in and out of me, and talked dirty to me in
Spanish. I came a second time as he was fucking me.

When the next guy walked up, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Rob was a
black guy whose cock lived up to the legend. His cock was bigger than Mike's
(I notice Mike turn his back when Rob started fucking me.) and hung between
his legs like a weapon, its pink head sticking out from his skin. I couldn't
tell if he was cut or not. He slipped his cock into my ass, closed his eyes,
and let out a moan. He rotated his hips, touching me inside where no one
else had been able to reach. "I love stirring up the cum my brothers left
me," he said. "My dick is getting bigger right now, thinking about your boy
pussy and all the loads which coat you inside."

He pumped his cock in and out so deep that I was gasping for air and
struggling to touch my cock. Several of the guys standing around were
clapping and saying, "Fuck that ass, Rob. Plug his hole deep!" Jimmy even
came over and jacked his cock off onto Rob's dick as he pulled out of my
ass. Jimmy's second load coated Rob's cock, and he kept fucking with those
long strokes. Rob came first, shooting so much inside of me that it spurted
out the edges of my ass. My body was in a state of shock, and I couldn't cum
again so soon. Rob brought his dick around and had me clean it of all the
cum and sweat and ass juice which covered it.

Carlos stood at my ass as I tried to catch my breath. Carlos was latino like
Rico, but where Rico was tight and lean, Carlos was big and hairy and macho.
He had big flat pecs covered with black fur, and big arms. He had the same
amount of fat on him that Coleman did, which made him bulky instead of
defined. His foreskin was so big that Coleman joked, "He doesn't have a
foreskin. He's got a fucking 8-skin!"

Carlos fucked me slow and gentle. He could move his hips in a way I thought
was anatomically impossible. He seemed to be fucking in and out of me at the
same time. My ass, and my cock, loved it. I shot another load just before he
came, Carlos' hand jerking me off. "Your ass is sucking my cock in, you
whore," he said as he shot inside of me. "Your hole is begging for more."
After his cumload joined the others inside of me, he leaned down and kissed
me on the lips. "Thank you," he said. Suave mother fucker.

When I looked up next, I saw Greg between my legs. I felt his tongue dip
into my ass and take a mouthful of mixed cum out of it. He had what I can
only describe as a cum-eating grin on his face. He swallowed the load and
licked his lips.

"Do you know how long I've wanted a crack at this ass?," he asked. "I was
there from the first day that Doug fucked you, and I caught you with a dildo
up your ass. Each time, I hoped that Mike would give me permission to taste
and fuck this ass, and that day has finally come. Now you'll know what
you've been missing." Mike was standing watching us, a grin on his face as
our RA took what he had desired for so long.

Greg sunk his cock into the hilt in one move, and fucked my ass
unforgivingly. He reached down and grabbed my balls, twisting them and using
them for leverage so he could fuck me harder. All the guys were standing
around us now, and each one decided to grab a hold of a part of my body. One
guy was tickling my arm pits, making me squirt and fight against my
restraints. Another guy pulled at my nipples, tugging them enough to catch
my breath. Another guy was jacking my cock, and yet another guy was slapping
his hard cock against my face, leaving trails of pre-cum and ass-juice.
Another guy was tickling my restrained feet. I was in sensory overload, and
I came without warning. I heard Greg grunt as he thrust his fat cock inside
of me and unloaded. One by one, the hands pulled away, and I was left,
spent, in the sling. Finally, one hand began groping me again, pushing into
my stretched hole. I knew the hand well. It was Mike's.

"There's a lot of cum in here," Mike said, probing my ass. He brought his
cum coated fingers to my mouth and fed me. "Do we have our omega?"

"Fuck yeah," and "Can't wait to get more of that pussy" filled the room. I
was exhausted from all the early morning fucking, but I beamed with pride
for not having let Mike down.

"You're our last hope," Mike said to me. "We need our omega, and you better
deliver. Let's go upstairs and see if Tom is awake yet."

The guys got dressed and Mike and Greg untied me from the sling. My legs
were shaky as I stepped down on them, but Mike and Greg held me up. I took a
couple of steps, and cum leaked down my legs. My ass cheeks were almost
stuck together from dried cum. Carlos and Rob helped me get dressed, and
soon I was standing just fine on my own again.

Once we were all dressed, Mike led us up the stairs to the first floor of
the frat. He had us wait in the main room and went upstairs. We waited and
made small talk. "He's going to get Kirk and Tom," Zak explained. "Kirk's
our pledgemaster and Tom's the president. They did the same thing when we
showed up." Mike came down a few minutes later, followed by a studly looking
upper classman.

"Kirk, sir, this is the omega candidate I was telling you about," Mike
explained, introducing me.

Kirk walked around me slowly, eyeing me up and down. Out of instinct, I
straightened my back and stuck out my chest and stood at attention. He poked
and prodded at some of my muscles, lifting my arm to grab my pec, and still
didn't say a word. After inspecting me completely, he said one word -
"Pussyboy" - and walked away.

The other guys had been talking, and when we all heard the footsteps on the
stairs, they all shut up and stood at attention, even Kirk. The footfalls
were slow and deliberate, from a man not in a hurry, a man who commands
attention. And when Tom came into view, I understood the admiration and
respect these boys paid this man.

Tom demanded everyone's attention by his mere physical presence. He was
taller than all of us with massive shoulders which V-ed down to his crotch.
His dick was visible through his jeans, even now in its soft state, and I
could see it snaking down the left leg of his jeans. His arms were as big
around as most men's thighs, and his hands were big enough to palm a
watermelon. Masculinity seeped from every pore, and later, after he left, I
realized that I had been smelling him from across the room the entire time.
He had his own scent. From the moment he walked in, my dick got hard. Mike
had always been my alpha male, but next to Tom, Mike looked like a pussyboy
himself. My knees buckled and I almost fell to the ground, my instincts
crying out to crawl to this Man and pray at the alter of his body. He met my
eyes and I had to look away. He was too much for me to handle right then.

"This him?," Tom asked Mike, pointing to me.

"Yes, sir," Mike answered, his voice sounding weaker than I had ever heard.

Tom began the same walk around treatment that Kirk had given me, and my legs
started shaking involuntarily. Tom grabbed my shoulders and pushed them
back, making my nipples stand out even more. His hand was strong and warm
and electric, even through my shirt. He untucked my shirt and pulled it off
over my head, leaving me feeling more naked than I ever had. He rubbed my
chest briefly with those hands of his, and then made a fist. He punched me,
right in the pec, hard enough to knock me back and loose my breath. He
showed no reaction. When I stood back at attention, he walked behind me and
stuck his hand down the back of my pants. His huge finger found my cum
filled hole and he poked through my assring. His finger was bigger than many
guys' cocks. Tom started laughing, the most masculine sound I had ever
heard.

"You guys got here already, huh?" Tom asked, still laughing.

Mike blushed. "Yes, sir," he said. "We needed to make sure he was worthy of
becoming a brother."

"And what have you decided?," Tom asked.

"We, the pledges of Alpha Tao Omega, unanimously decided that this whore -
excuse my language sir, but it's true - that this whore is fit to serve in
brotherhood as our omega male," Mike said. When Mike said this, and when Tom
smirked approvingly, I felt like God himself had smiled upon me.

Tom thought for a few moments. Slowly, he began nodding his head.

"I'm impressed," he said. "When you maggots started, you couldn't even wipe
your own fucking noses as a group. Now you have decided to let another join
your ranks. Your bond is strong."

"But there is a problem," he continued. "This boy cannot become a man
without going through what each of you has endured. We have identified a
flaw with each of you, an Achilles heal which would bring you down if
allowed to continue. You have each suffered a trial, and you have witnessed
these trials for your fellow brothers. This pussyboy, as you call him, has
not had this experience, and cannot therefore be an equal brother to you
all."

My heart sank. I would never be a brother. Kirk seemed to smirk at this. He
seemed to want me to fail in this quest. He was supposed to call the shots
for this pledge class, not the pledges themselves.

"Unless . . ." Tom said, trailing off. "Unless, of course, we test him
ourselves. But his trial would have to be different. He would have weeks of
hell to experience to come as far as you brothers have."

"I will offer you this," Tom continued, his voice commanding attention from
everyone in the room. "If the whore truly desires brotherhood, he will have
to endure what each of you has had to endure. He will have to live through
each trial that you have each experienced, each personal hell you have
overcome."

"But Tom," Kirk began. "You need the permission of the executive council . .
."

"I need nothing!" Tom yelled. "I am the president of this fraternity, and
with that responsibility comes the power to rule."

"Sorry, sir," Kirk said, sounding like a pledge himself.

"You have heard my offer," Tom said, looking at me so intently that it took
all of my willpower not to look away. "You will have to endure tortures that
you can not even imagine, only to become the slave of your brothers. What do
you choose?"

I looked at Mike, the man I had come to worship. The choice was clear.

"Some of these men are already closer to me than brothers," I said. "And I
want to join the others, no matter what the price."

Tom looked pleased, a smile forming on the corners of his mouth. "Very well
then," he said. "Your initiation will begin tonight. Rico was the first to
be tested, and his shall be your first test. Get some rest today; you will
need it." As he walked up the stairs (his ass sculpted perfection), I
realized I hadn't been breathing while he had been in the room. The world
seemed normal again.

"Let's get down to the basement," Mike said, leading me away. "You can sleep
there."

"Mike, thank you," I said. "Can I ask what Rico's test was?"

"I can't tell you directly," Mike said, "But I can tell you that Rico has a
very small bladder. He pees every 10 minutes."

As my new pledgemates and I walked down to the basement of what would be my
fraternity, my mind raced trying to think what punishment a house full of
college men would think of for a guy with a small bladder.

Cumming next: Part 13 - Initiation, part 2

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