From: hotsmile@aol.com (HotSmile) Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Subject: Story: Frat Pledge Date: 10 Mar 1995 15:02:23 -0500 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 216 Message-ID: <3jqb8f$joo@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: hotsmile@aol.com (HotSmile) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com The following is a story of sex between men. If it offends you don't read it! Fraternity Pledge Part I By HotSmile The pledge is in the frat house doing some cleaning. Two brothers, Joey and Mark, approach him. "Hey, pledge!" one says. "Yes sir?" I say, turning around, at attention. "Time for a discipline session. Get downstairs to the training room." Mark, the pledge master, orders, blue eyes flashing under his jet black hair. "Yes sir!" I reply. I hurry down to the basement, the two brothers following down the stairs. The basement is dimly lit. There is a leather covered lifting bench in the center of the room. There are various wooden paddles hanging on the walls. "Assume the position." Mark says. I strip off my clothes, wearing only my white jockeys. I get on the weight bench on all fours, like a dog. My butt is exposed for them. I feel a paddle rest against me. I can see Mark holding it in the mirror in front of me. The paddle swings and strikes. "Thank you, sir. May I please have another?" "Pledge, who was the last girl you fucked?" Mark asks. "Sir, it was in high school." I reply. SMACK! "Thank you, sir. May I please have another?" The paddle hits again. "I think you're gay, pledge." Mark says, laying the paddle against my burning ass. He swings it again. "Tell me you're gay, pledge." "Yes sir. Thank you, sir. The worthless pledge is gay, sir." I see him smiling in the mirror as he rubs the paddle against my butt. SMACK. "You're a faggot, aren't you? Tell me you're a faggot." SMACK! It's really starting to hurt now. "Yes sir! I'm a faggot sir!" I can feel some tears on my cheeks. "May I please have another sir!" Mark hands the paddle to Joey. It whistles through the air and strikes as Mark walks around in front of me. His crotch is staring me in the face. "Thank you sir. May I please have another?" I gasp through the burning. "You know we're not kidding, faggot." He says. "We've seen you checking out the guys." He steps closer. I can smell him. His jeans are tightly spread across his muscled legs. His basket is right at my nose. "Don't pretend to answer like a pledge." He grabs my hair and pulls my head up so I'm looking at him. "You suck dick, don't you?" "Sir?" I plead with him, staring into his eyes. Mark nods to Joey. The paddle swoops again, stinging hard. "I'm not fucking playing around. We saw you watching Robert the other day. And Bill said he saw you checking out some guy in the hallway after your history class. Now, tell the truth!" He shakes my head. "You're a faggot and you suck dick." I'm totally confused. I don't know what to do. "What...Sir, what do you..." SMACK! "Un!" The paddle slams into me, pushing my face against Mark's crotch. I can feel his cock against my face. "Are you gonna tell the truth before he beats you raw?" Mark demands, shaking my head again. "Now say it!" "Sir...Sir, I'm a faggot and I suck dick." I say, closing my eyes. I open them and look up at him. He's grinning down at me. "Yea. We knew it. Had an idea when you first rushed." Mark nods again. In the mirror, Joey walks back up the stairs. "Now look at what you want." He says, pointing at the bulge in his pants. I stare at it. His hands reach down. He unbuttons his pants. I'm shaking, I'm so frightened. I'm not sure if it's fright or anticipation. I'm scared, but I'm turned on all the same. Is this just a test? He slides his zipper down slowly, making a low ripping noise. "I've heard fags give great head." Mark says. He slides his jeans and shorts down his hips. His cock is not quite hard yet. It's large, easily six inches, cut. It's soft and very fat. He holds it in his hand, pointing it at my face. "Think you can make me cum, little cocksucker? You know you want it." I stare up at his face, shadowed by the overhead lights. Then back at his dick. "Suck it." he hisses at me. He pushes it against my lips. I breathe out quietly and open my jaw. He shoves his cock in and moans, filling my mouth. I shift my weight forward to slide as much of him into my throat as I can. I pull back until my lips are around his cockhead. I turn my head in rapid semi-circles then go all the way down again. "Oh yea..." Mark moans. "Suck my cock, boy." I use my weight to shift back and forward, plunging his cock in and out of my mouth. "Yea..." He says. He grabs my head and starts pistoning his dick in and out. "Oh man....suck my dick." His hips start jerking faster. He's getting close and I can taste him on my tongue. He puts his hand on the back of my head and starts slamming my face into his crotch. "Yea. Yea. Oh yea... I'm going to cum. I'm cumming... AHHH!" He moans. I try to pull away but he clamps his hand on the back of my head, still fucking my mouth. "Ummff.." I moan as I feel him spurt in my mouth. It tastes good, and I push forward, burying my face in his hair. His cock jams against the back of my throat. It spurts again and I'm swallowing quickly. "Ahhh fuck...Fuck!" Mark yells, reaching his peak. He releases me and I pull back a bit, He grabs his cock, pulling it out of my mouth. A long stream of cum shoots out into the air and onto my tongue. And suddenly there's flash from the right of me. It's Joey with a camera, snapping Mark cumming in my mouth and on my face. I try to jerk backward in surprise but Mark's left hand clamps on the back of my head. "OH YEA!" He yells again. His hand is pumping his dick, flying up and down. Another shot of cum flies out and hits me in the face, dripping down my nose. More cum is shooting, spurting out with Mark's hand, splashing my face, running into my mouth. The camera flashes again and again. "Oh yea. Oh man!" Mark groans. He slaps his dick against my face. Joey snaps another picture, this one of Mark's wet dick against my cum covered face. Mark yanks my head back by my hair and slides his cock back in my mouth. "Yea! Fucking good." He says. He jams is all the way in, his legs shaking from the intensity. He pulls out again and steps back. I push up on my arms, moving from all fours to a kneeling position. "What...what now?" I ask, wiping come from face with my hand. I look back and forth at both of them. Mark pulls his jeans up, buttoning his pants. "Well, first off, you've got a lot of work to do yet." He says. Joey hands him the instant pictures. He grins at them and holds them up for me to see. The photos are perfect. My face is crisp while Mark's is hidden, showing only from his torso to his hips. There is no blurring, they clearly show me on my hands and knees sucking on a cock, cum shooting in my mouth and on my face. "If everything works out well," Mark says, still grinning, "You'll get these pictures back and we won't have to send them to your parents." Joey moves forward and stands in front of me. "Now it's my turn." He says. He basket is right in front of my face. I know what to do. "Yes, sir." I say. I reach forward and unzip his pants. I can smell his musky scent. I pull out his dick. He's hard already. He's eight inches and uncut. I lean forward and suck his cock into my mouth. His dick stretches my jaws and I moan quietly. I use my hand and start pumping up and down, sucking hard. "Good job, faggot." Mark says. "I'll go up and get the rest of the brothers." -------------------------------------------------------------