Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2009 22:49:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brian Stillwell <htown_stud713@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pussyboy Frat- Chapter 5

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	Jason and Sebastian spent a good part of the day after their
physical exams with Dr. Tanaka trying to comfort Orochi.  The small
Japanese student seemed very upset, not understanding what was going on and
Jason couldn't blame him.  Having only arrived in the United States the day
before, he'd been thrown in with a bunch of strangers, stripped, douched,
poked and prodded, measured, made to jerk off into a cup, and had lost what
precious little body hair he had.  He wasn't sure if this was something all
fraternities did to their new members and he was very nervous about the
upcoming initiation ceremonies.  Jason didn't have any answers for him.

	"Don't worry dude," Kurt told Orochi at one point, stretching his
arms above his head.  He was laying on his bed, dressed only in cargo
shorts, and the action made the chiseled muscles of his abs and shoulders
even more defined.  "My older brother was in a frat.  He told me about his
initiation.  Maybe just a few swats with a paddle or having to do some
lame-ass game, like picking up an olive with your butt cheeks and dropping
it a glass of beer on the other side of the room.  Maybe singing some
drinking songs.  It's nothing to worry about."

	Later, after dinner, Tyler had told Jason that he would come by the
dormitory with the other big brothers from the junior class and escort the
pledges to the initiation party that evening.  The entire house would be
assembled to watch the newbies become full-fledged brothers, as well as
some specially invited house benefactors and guests.  Like Karl had done
after their physicals, Tyler told Jason that the freshmen should shower
again in the small bathroom that had been set aside for the pledges.  He
didn't seem particularly surprised at anything that had happened during the
physicals, including the loss of their body hair.

	"It's for the party tonight," he explained easily, but when Jason
pressed him for details, he again declined to answer.

	"Look, man," Tyler explained as they walked upstairs, "what does it
matter?  Tonight you'll become brothers of the frat forever, with all the
rights, privileges and duties that come with that membership.  In a few
hours you'll join the brotherhood and everything will be clear."

	Although the pledge bathroom had a small, two person shower stall,
Jason chose to go last so that he could take his shower alone.  He was
still embarrassed about the lack of hair on his body, although his fellow
pledges had all confirmed that it had happened to them too.  As he
showered, he noticed a few stray pubic hairs on his nutsack, penis and
under his arms.  He hoped that they were a good sign, but they too
disappeared down the drain after a light soaping, leaving his body
completely smooth.

	Jason finished his shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and
walked down the hall to his room.  When he got there, he found Orochi and
Sebastian were sitting on one bed, practicing the Japanese student's
English.  Kurt and Eric were on another bed, reading sports magazines and
Rodney was standing in front of the mirror, applying gel to his dark spikey
hair and checking out his new hairless chest.  Jason was surprised to see
that none of them were dressed.  All were either in their underwear or
wrapped in white towels.  He made a move towards his footlocker, but Rodney
saw him and shook his head.

	"Don't bother man," he said.  "Karl came by and told us not to
bother getting dressed.  Our big brothers are coming by in a bit and
bringing our uniforms for the party."

	"Man, did you see all the cars in the driveway?" Eric asked,
looking up from a magazine.  "There are a couple of limos, some Porches,
Jags, BMWs, even a couple of Ferraris!  This could be a kick ass party!"

	Jason hadn't seen the cars, but he had heard the bustle of activity
from downstairs that had been building all evening.  Nervously, he sat at
the edge of his bed, waiting with his roomies for the evening's ceremonies
to begin.

	About five minutes later there was a knock at the door and the
pledge's big brothers strode in to the room, led by Eric's big brother
Matt.  Matt was a junior from the mid-west, a typical corn-fed hunk, sandy
blond hair and blue eyes and a sexy goatee.  He had a well defined body
with a deep brown tan.  When he grinned, it was easy to picture him sitting
on top a tractor somewhere, plowing a field in the midday sun with a blade
of grass between his gleaming white teeth.  He had a laid back, easy going
attitude that suggested he was the kind of guy who made friends easily.

	"All right guys, here are your uniforms," he said as the other
junior classmen started to pass out small piles of clothing.  "This is real
simple.  This party is being held for two reasons; one, to introduce you to
some of the house benefactors and VIPs and two, to initiate you guys into
the house.  The initiation ceremony starts around 10:00, so you'll have a
couple of hours to mingle and mix.  We'll be with you the entire evening.
Help yourself to drinks, but don't get sloshed.  Don't do anything to
embarrass the house.  There's a lot of money and power downstairs tonight
and they all want to meet you, so don't screw it up!  Once your uniforms
are on, we'll head down."

	The 'uniform' was anything but modest.  It consisted of a pair of
silky white, onion-skin running shorts and a white tee-shirt that had been
cut off just below where the nipples would be, exposing their stomachs.
The word 'PLEDGE' was emblazoned in large, black letters on the front and
back of the shirt, with a number behind it.  Jason's read 97 and most of
the other guys also had numbers in the mid-90's, although Sebastian's was a
78.  A pair of sandals rounded out the outfit.  Jason's shorts felt snug as
he slid them up his smooth thighs and wiggled his hips back and forth to
force them over his butt cheeks.  He noticed a couple of the other guys
having the same problem.

	"Come on pledges," Matt said heading for the door.  "It's time to
party!"

	The freshmen walked out of their dorm and into the hallway with
their big brothers by their sides.  From downstairs in the main hall they
could already hear the sound of laughter and conversation.  Rock music with
a throbbing tempo reached their ears and the smell of expensive cologne and
cigars penetrated their nostrils as they descended the stairs and crossed
the entry hall.

	The lights of the main hall had been dimmed, but Jason could see
that the room was packed with people.  The chairs and sofas had all been
loosely arranged to face in one direction, towards the head of the room,
but weren't packed so closely together that it was inconvenient to walk.
Jessie the cook had spent all afternoon preparing appetizers and h'orderves
which now lined a long side table; cold shrimp, mini-beef wellingtons, crab
cakes, smoked salmon, imported crackers and cookies, a variety of cheeses,
fruits, and other finger foods.  Another table was filled with an array of
hard alcohols, numerous bottles of wine, buckets of ice and rows of
sparkling glasses.

	Men were standing around, visiting in small groups with the
sophomore and senior students, as well as with each other and the house
supervisors.  The supervisors were dressed again in shorts and tightly
fitting polo shirts, as were the students.  The guests were dressed in
everything from expensive suits to jeans and polo shirts, although most men
were dressed in slacks and sports jackets.  Jason did a quick estimate that
there must have been about 40 guests in the room.

	As they entered the room, the conversation died off almost
immediately.  All eyes turned towards the guests of honor and their
escorts.  Walking into a party in this silly uniform was humiliating for
Jason and he could see a couple of his fellow pledges also looking
uncomfortable.  He wanted to turn and go, but Tyler already pulling him
forward and whispering in his ears and pointing out the various guests who
were now staring at the pledges.  "See that guy in the corner, in the gray
suit?  He runs one of the largest chains of retail stores on the west
coast.  And that guy, by the bar, he's the deputy mayor.  And that young
looking guy, talking to Karl?  He retired last year at the age of 35 as a
hedge fund manager with 30 million in the bank.  The big black guy on the
sofa used to play pro football and now runs a bunch of auto dealerships.
Come on I'll show you around."

	The first man they approached must have been in his mid-50's, with
straight gray hair, thick glasses and a bit of a paunch to his stomach.  He
was about 6' feet tall, 230 pounds, and had the pale pallor of a man who
didn't see the sun that often and was more comfortable behind a desk.  He
was impeccably dressed, however, in an expensive looking gray suit, neatly
pressed.  He had been talking to a man in his late 30's dressed in jeans
and an untucked dress shirt.  The younger man had a dark tan a sun bleached
hair, suggesting he spent a lot of time outdoors.

	"Jason, this is Mr. Stiles and Mr. Markland," Tyler said,
presenting his younger frat brother.

	The younger man smiled good naturedly and stuck out his hand.  "Ken
Markland, glad to meet you.  You must be Jason Stillwell."

	"Uh, yeah that's right.  How did you know?"

	"Don't look so surprised," Mr. Markland said, his eyes darting over
Jason's uniform.  "It's a very small incoming class.  Besides, the frat
distributes a booklet with pictures and all the details of the incoming
freshmen classes."

	Nonetheless, Jason was surprised.  "What kind of details?" he
asked.

	"Oh the usual," Mr. Stiles cut in, shaking Jason's hand.  "Where
you went to high school, grades, extra-curricular activities, that sort of
thing.  I can say that I've been a big supporter of this institution for
many years and you'll be a welcome addition here.  From what I understand
you're a very intelligent and talented young man.  And, as I can now see,
very handsome.  I'll be tracking your development with great interest."

	"Thanks," Jason replied, not knowing what else to say.  The two men
just smiled and patted him on the back, then wandered over to where Rodney
was being introduced to a couple of athletic looking black guys.

	For the next two hours, Tyler led Jason around and introduced him
to the house benefactors.  Matt hadn't been kidding when he said that these
men represented a lot of money and power.  He met bankers, lawyers, doctors
and judges.  There were wealthy executives from a variety of industries and
backgrounds, a couple of state senators, some senior military officers,
even an action star from a popular TV series.  It was an impressive and
eclectic gathering and soon Jason felt like a special guest of honor, even
a little star struck.  All of the guests seemed very polite and interested
in him, although he could only visit with each one for a few minutes.
Almost everyone glanced over his ridiculous pledge uniform, but nobody made
any comments and Jason soon almost forgot about how silly he must look.

	At one point, he noticed that the guests all seemed to be writing
something on small slips of paper and passing them to the house
supervisors.  As he watched, Marcus and Pedro each collected about a half
dozen slips and then passed them on to Karl.  He asked Tyler what they
were.

	"Hmm?  Oh, those?  I'm not sure what those are," Tyler said
evasively.  "Listen, Jason, we're about to start the initiation and need to
get everyone involved at the front of the room.  Go and grab Matt and Eric
would ya?"

	Jason nodded and walked carefully across the room to retrieve his
fellow pledge.  If he took too great a stride, the flimsy little shorts
tended to ride up between his butt cheeks.  He had discretely tried to pull
them back down a couple of times already this evening.  By the time Jason
got to them, Eric was telling the story of how he arrived at the frat to
Matt and a large, white haired man who must have been in his early 60's
wearing cowboy boots, a string tie and a Stetson hat.  The man had a tan,
weather-wrinkled face and calloused hands and was grinning from ear to ear
as he listened to Eric.  Jason caught the tail end of the story he'd heard
yesterday.

	"...so the guy decides to drop all charges!  Can you believe it?  I
get to live here and go to college and he gets nothing!"

	The man in the Stetson laughed out loud with a large bellow that
made his prominent gut shake and jiggle.  "God damn, that IS funny," he
said with a thick Texas drawl, his eyes moving discreetly over Eric's
exposed midriff and tight running shorts.  "And you've got no idea what
they told him?"

	"Didn't get a chance to ask," Eric replied, taking a swig of his
beer.

	"So what do you think so far?' the man asked.  "About the frat?"

	"So far so good, but this party is kind of lame.  I mean, there
aren't any chicks.  Who ever heard of a frat party without chicks?"

	"But you're happy to be here, right?" the man pressed.

	"Sure, why not?," Eric said.  "Free room and board, sweet digs.
It's awesome.  Besides, frat guys get laid all the time."

	With that, the man laughed again, even louder than before.  "God
damn son," he said, slapping Eric on the back as Matt just grinned, "you're
right about that!  You're going to be getting laid more than a two-dollar
whore on pay day!"

	Eric was grinning as Jason tapped him on the shoulder and relayed
Tyler's instructions that they should gather at the head of the room.

	As they made their way to the front, the sophomores, seniors and
the guests had settled down in chairs and sofas around the room in
anticipation of the upcoming events.  Jason glanced at his fellow pledges,
looking for clues on how to act.  Orochi and Rodney seemed nervous too,
while Eric and Kurt were trying to look cool and bored with the entire
ceremony.  They were convinced that this was some lame, trivial formality
to get through.  Only Sebastian seemed excited and eager to proceed.

	The lights had been dimmed even further, with the exception of
where the pledges were gathering, giving the room a stage-like feel.  All
of the supervisors had also gathered at the front, standing about five feet
apart from each other.  The pledges were made to stand in between the row
of supervisors with their backs to the assembled crowd.  Jason took a place
in the middle of the line, between Joe and Pedro.  He thought that
Sebastian, Eric and Orochi were to his left and Kurt and Rodney were to his
right.  Karl's voice boomed out, instructing them to raise their arms to
their sides.  As they did, the supervisors on either side of them took hold
of the student's wrists.  Their muscular grips may have been welded in
place.  The pledges respective big brothers stood in front of them, winking
and whispering words of encouragement.  The music had been turned off and
there was an electric current of anticipation running through the room.

	Jason stood there, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.  Joe
and Pedro were each holding on to his wrists, keeping his arms away from
his body and straight out to his sides, and Tyler was in front of him
telling him just to relax.  The room was silent, waiting.  After a moment
or two, the doors at the front of the room opened, and a trim figure walked
into the room with a confident stride, his dark grey suit neatly pressed
and a large smile across his face.

	It was Mr. Grayson.  ********
	Jason recognized the hawk-nosed man and his rimless glasses
immediately, although it had been months since they'd met in Coach Simmons'
office.  The assembled crowd of guests and students was going wild,
clapping and cheering, stomping and whistling like Grayson was some sort of
rock star.  He walked around the line of pledges and supervisors with
barely a glance to make sure everything was in order, taking up a place
behind them and facing the crowd.  He waited for the applause to die down a
bit before beginning to speak.

	"Gentlemen, gentlemen," he said, sounding to Jason like a game show
host.  "Guests and students, thank you for that warm welcome.  Let me take
this opportunity to say thank you for joining us this evening as we welcome
to our fraternity, another year's freshmen class!"

	At this, the room again broke into thunderous applause.  Grayson
let it go on for a few minutes before holding up his hands and continuing.

	"As you know, our mission is to identify special young men, train
them to their full potential, and provide an environment where they can
become who they were meant to be.  We look for bright young men who have
displayed a natural sense of curiosity, but just don't have it all figured
out just yet.  We also look for those who have embraced what they are and
simply want to develop their talents even further, and yes, even those
young men that just need to have their eyes open to a new way of thinking
and to new experiences.  Tonight, I am proud to announce that we have found
six new students who meet these criteria.  Over the next four years, they
will be developed in ways they've never imagined, experience things they've
never dreamed of.  Tonight, six of you gentlemen, our most distinguished
guests and supporters, will be asked to help us begin that process.
Tonight, we alter the path of these young men's lives forever."

	The room erupted into cheers again.  Jason was getting really
nervous now, the fear of the unknown making his heart pound in his chest.
He could hear Grayson continuing.

	"Many of you are frequent participants in this evening's ritual,
and know how this is goes," Grayson continued. " You've had a chance to
meet the pledges, and I think you'll agree that this will be an initiation
to remember."

	Grayson walked down to the beginning of the line, where Sebastian
was being held firmly between Marcus and Karl.  The head supervisor handed
Grayson a small piece of paper.

	"Thank you Karl," Grayson said.  "Now gentlemen, I see that Karl
has collected all of your bids, so let's not keep the suspense up any
longer, shall we?"

	The crowd cheered, but quieted quickly as Grayson walked to one
side and began to read off of the paper.

	"We start tonight's ceremonies with Sebastian Anderson, all the way
from Pennsylvania, with an SR rating of 78!"  Several of the men groaned or
booed good naturedly as Mr. Grayson held up his hands and smiled.  "Now,
now gentlemen, that's okay, it just gives him a head start."  At this, the
crowd laughed and someone made a wolf whistle.  "Mr. Anderson and his 78 go
to....Mr. Dane!  Congratulations sir!"

	Several things happened almost at once as the crowd again broke
into cheers.  Instantly, Sebastian's big brother reached up and snapped a
thick black leather collar and its attached chain leash around the twink
boy's neck, locking it in to place.  Next, he reached towards Sebastian's
shirt and with several quick jerks, ripped it in to shreds, the torn cloth
falling to the floor.  The thin white shorts met a similar fate, the scraps
of material landing around Sebastian's feet.  Then, the supervisors on
either side of the willowy teen lifted his arms behind his back, causing
him to bend over.  His big brother pulled Sebastian's leash towards the
floor, stepping on it when the head reached a desired height.  Sebastian
was bent over deeply, his bubble butt showing to the crowd, the smooth
scrotum could be seen hanging in between.  After a moment of silence as the
crowd drank in the lewd display of the teen's ass, Sebastian wiggled his
hips back and forth quickly, causing his buns to bounce playfully in front
of everyone's eyes.  With that, the crowd applauded and cheered loudly as
Sebastian just grinned to himself.

	None of the other pledges could see around the supervisors still
holding their wrists to view what was going on.  All they knew was the
sound of something tearing and then the cheers of the crowd.  Grayson had
already stepped down the line to the next pledge, and waited a moment for
the noise of a room full of horny men to quiet down.

	"One of our top pledges tonight, Mr. Eric Rangle with an SR rating
of 96 goes to.....Mr. Williams, Mr. Terrence Williams, well done sir!"

	At first, Eric's competitive nature had made him grin when he
learned that he had a higher SR rating than Sebastian.  He didn't know what
it meant, but it only mattered that he had a better score.  His grin began
to quickly fade as his big brother Matt repeated the same process that
Sebastian had just endured.  When the collar had been snapped around his
neck, he thought it was a joke, but quickly began to realize something was
wrong when he was roughly stripped naked.  He began to react as the
supervisors began to bend him over and Matt pulled his leash towards the
floor.

	"Hey!" he said loudly and starting to struggle, "knock it off!"

	Eric tried to twist away but Karl, who was holding Eric's right
wrist, had been looking forward to just this moment for the last several
days.  Finally, he could finally began dealing with the little shit and his
attitude!  Before Eric could get another word out, Karl reached down and
slapped Puerto Rican across the face with the back of his hand hard enough
to make the punk's head spin.  Eric could taste a thin trickle of blood in
his mouth.  The blow left him too dazed to resist further and let himself
be bent over deeply at the waist.  The crowd was treated with the view of
Eric's muscular ass.  His arms were being held so high behind his back that
he had to bend his knees and squat a bit to relieve the pressure on his
shoulders, causing the crevice between the smooth globes to part teasingly
for the crowd.

	The other pledges still couldn't see what was happening, but
Grayson had already moved on.

	"Next," he called out, "Mr. Orochi Lee, with rating of 95 goes
to....Mr. O'Connor!"

	Orochi, having come from a culture that valued modesty, soon found
himself naked in front of a group for the second time in one day.  He
didn't know how to react.  He struggled meekly as he was collared, stripped
and displayed, but he was no match for the muscular house supervisors
holding him.

	"Another top pledge, Mr. Jason Stillwell with an SR rating of 97
goes to......Mr. Stiles!  Mr. Stiles is the winner!"

	Tyler stepped forward and slipped the leather collar around Jason's
neck, where it locked into place with a soft click.  He started to tear
Jason's flimsy uniform away, revealing his slim smooth body.  Jason felt a
sharp twinge of fear, and was embarrassed that it also resulted in a slight
swelling of his penis.  He bent over willingly, trying avoid the pain in
his shoulders from having his arms lifted.  He felt the blood rushing to
his head as he looked down his body, past his dangling penis and balls to
the grinning faces of the upside down crowd behind him.  He closed his
eyes, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone while in this position,
retreating into the only modesty he had left.  He listened to Mr. Grayson
continue his presentation.

	"Next, Mr. Kurt Laurence, also with a rating of 95.  The winner
is.....Mr. Altman, Kent Altman!  A fine trophy indeed sir!"

	"Finally, last but not least, Mr. Rodney Green with an SR rating of
93 goes to......Mr. Fenton, William Fenton!  Congratulations!"

	"Gentlemen!" Mr. Grayson announced with a flourish of his hands.
"I present to you, this year's freshmen class!"  There was a loud burst of
applauses, accompanied by cheers and whistles.  It was quite the sight.
Six sets of smooth teen asses, bent over in a row.  Somewhere in the room,
were six very lucky winners.  When they cheers quieted down, Mr. Grayson
continued.  "All right men, you know the drill.  Break em' in!!!"  ********
	Mr. Stiles rose up from the crowd, accepting a few congratulatory
slaps on the back and handshakes from the other guests.  He maneuvered his
large frame thought the crowd to approach the pledges, who were all still
bent over at the waist.  'Like a row of fruit, waiting to be plucked,' he
thought to himself.  He was a local business man, a successful stockbroker
with a beautiful wife and two children.  Few people knew that he
occasionally liked to fuck submissive guys on the side, and this frat house
was the perfect place to indulge his lusts for the firm flesh of a young
man.  His job was incredibly stressful and rather than take it out on his
family, he decided to use these fags as an outlet for his abuse.  Despite
his success, he'd never had enough spare cash to make a successful bid on a
virgin butt in the four years he'd been coming to these initiation parties.
Now, after his father had passed away last year and left a small
inheritance, he was determined to treat himself this one time.

	He'd been drawn to Jason's naturally innocent looks and
lost-little-boy naiveté.  The kid looked so vulnerable and submissive,
Stiles knew that Jason would be the one he'd bid on.  The instant that
Grayson had announced him as the winner of the kid's cherry, his cock had
begun to thicken and swell inside his slacks.  He walked over to where
Tyler and Joe were just letting Jason stand up again, and it made his cock
stiffen even more to see the look of fear and confusion on the freshmen's
face.

	Tyler was still holding Jason's leash.  "How do you want him Sir?"
he asked politely.

	"Over on the ottoman, on his back," Stiles said, indicating towards
a thickly padded leather footstool in front of a large fireplace.

	Tyler and Joe pulled Jason over to the ottoman, their victim
trebling and pulling vainly on his leash like a puppy trying to avoid a
bath.  Jason was no match for their strength and in no time at all, had
been pushed down onto the firm leather surface on his back.  His butt was
off of the stool, his feet on the ground, but only for a moment.  Joe and
Tyler each took hold of one of his ankles and lifted his feet into the air,
bending them backwards until his knees touched his shoulders.  The position
lifted his lower back and ass up in the air and left his tight pink pucker
winking defenselessly to Stiles view.  Tyler and Joe were standing behind
Jason, each of them holding onto a wrist and a leg.  Jason's head was
against Joe's muscular thighs, forcing his chin to press against his chest.
He could see his own equipment about eighteen inches from his face.  His
testicles drooped down towards his belly, the loose skin of the sack draped
over the base of his penis, making it look even smaller.  Beyond that, he
could see the beginning of the now perfectly smooth valley of his ass.
Beyond that, he could see Mr. Stiles approaching.

	Stiles had removed his clothing and was slowly stroking his cock as
he walked up to the restrained boy who was looking up at him fearfully.
His cock was a little over eight inches in length, the shaft five-inches in
circumference and perfectly smooth except for one large vein running down
the top-side.  The dark purple mushroom head was prominently larger than
the shaft, perfectly designed to wedge open a tight opening.

	Jason still couldn't believe that this was happening.  He was
convinced that this must be some sort of joke or prank until he saw the
naked older man approaching him, his large erection bobbing in front of
him.  Then he knew it was real. "No, wait, please don't do this!  Let me
go, please!" he begged.

	Stiles didn't say anything, but Joe leaned down, so close that his
squat nose was only inches from Jason's face and hissed angrily at him
through clenched teeth.  "Shut the fuck up...FAGGOT!!!"

	To Jason, the words were more powerful than any physical slap the
muscle man could have delivered.  With that one word, it all became
perfectly clear; why he was here, what they thought of him, what they
expected him to do, what they thought he was.  He suddenly felt fear and
shame, but was also confused to inexplicably feel a little thrilled at
Joe's use of the word for some reason.

	Jason was trying to struggle and move his hips to avoid the
imminent fucking, but it only made his ass wiggle and the small hole to
flex seductively to Stiles view, making his cock grow even larger.  The
anus was a light pink color that reminded Stiles of a tropical flower.  Joe
offered Stiles a tube of lube, which Stiles used to liberally grease his
throbbing meat.  Squeezing a little more lube on to two fingers, he
anointed Jason's tender virgin butthole and pushed some lube inside,
careful not to open the hole too much.  Squatting down, he lined the tip of
his erection against the tight opening and began to apply pressure.

	Jason felt the warm, rubbery bluntness of the greased cockhead
tapping at his backdoor, ready to enter whether it was invited or not.
Instinctively, his muscles tried to tighten in defense, but the cock was
pressing forward with a relentless determination.  Stiles had spent a lot
of time during the past several weeks deciding how he should treat the rare
ass cherry he'd have the pleasure of popping, should he be lucky enough to
win.  He wanted it this to be a memorable experience and wanted Jason to
remember it too.  Ramming his dick in with one mighty thrust might cause
him to cum too quickly.  On the other hand, a slow, gentle probing wouldn't
be much fun either.  No, he had decided that a steady, relentless pressure
would work best.

	Stiles could feel the tight sphincter muscles beginning to
surrender and the tiny hole starting to dilate.  It opened slowly,
retreating and giving up its defenses a painful bit at a time.  Every
millimeter it gave up was quickly occupied by the invading meat.  Something
had to give.

	Suddenly, the final sphincter ring collapsed completely and the
head of Stiles cherry popper broke through into the murky depths of Jason's
bowels, the ring of muscles clamping down tightly on the shaft.  Stiles and
Jason both moaned, almost in unison.  Stiles couldn't believe the
sensations the virgin hole was giving.  He'd never felt anything like it,
anything so good.  It ass was exquisite, so firm, tight, and fresh.  He
knew from experience that once the fat cockhead breached the anal ring, the
shaft would sink in smoothly afterwards.  Greedily, he pressed forward,
eager to bathe his entire length in the warm, buttery folds that were
tightly gripping and massaging his cockhead.  Now breeched, the anus seemed
to surrender slightly, sucking the cockshaft even more deeply inside.

	Jason had his teeth clenched, hissing in pain during the initial
assault, but once Stiles cock began its plunge, he opened his mouth and let
out a large groan.  He felt the cock boring forward, exploring new depths.
He tried to wiggle away, but it just seemed to facilitate his own fucking
and drove his butt even further down on the penis.  Finally, after what
seemed like hours but could only have been less than a minute, Jason felt
the warm feeling of the older man's hairy nuts pressed against his upturned
asscrack.

	Now fully embedded, Stiles took a moment to enjoy the feeling of
his cock being surrounded by the smooth warm lining of his virgin's rectum.
He used his hairy chest to press his weight onto the back of Jason's legs,
placing Jason's feet on either side of his head.  Once he found his
leverage, his hips began to drive his shaft back and forth through the
clutching hole.

	 Jason felt the shaft sliding in and out, gripped by his tight
sphincter.  He was really bawling now.  He had thought the initial
penetration had been painful, but it was nothing compared to what he was
feeling now that Mr. Stiles had found his fuck-grove.  The thrusts were
fast and furious, designed to cause a bottom pain and deliver to a top the
indescribably wonderful feelings that came from a man's cock pounding in
and out of a tight, moist asshole.  Stiles would pull his dick out until
only the large head was left inside, gripped by the boy's sphincter
muscles, then he would drive his dick all the way in with a powerful
thrust.

	Tyler watched as Stiles hammered away at his little bro's ass.  He
remembered his own deflowering two years ago by a wealthy investment banker
with a thick, uncut cock.  The shock of what was about to happen, the
futile struggle, the searing pain and the humiliation of the ultimate
submission and surrender.  His own asshole now twitched longingly at the
memory.  He leaned down towards Jason's ear and attempted to comfort him.
"Relax Jason," he said soothingly.  "It might hurt a little at first, but
you'll get used to it.  You're gonna get fucked no matter what, so you may
as well try and relax and enjoy it."

	"Fuck that!" growled Stile jamming his cock into the unwilling ass
again with a vicious thrust as he twisted Jason's nipples roughly between
his fingers, crushing the tender nubs and making him scream again.  "I paid
good money for this cherry and I want to hear it go 'pop'' Go ahead and
struggle kid, fight it!  It makes your asshole tighter!"

	Jason moaned, trying to adjust to the new sensations of in his ass,
as well as the humiliation of his position.  Stiles was picking up the
speed and intensity of his thrusts and the friction on Jason's delicate
anal membranes was causing him a great deal of pain.  That and the horrible
feeling of fullness inside of him.  He tried to struggle from Joe and
Tyler's iron-like grips, but it was no use.  Squinting through his tear
filled eyes, he looked across the room for someone who could help him.
Instead, he had to blink several times to believe what he was seeing.

	The rest of the large room looked like a scene out of an ancient
Roman orgy.  Everywhere he looked, the seniors and the sophomore frat
brothers who were not actively engage in helping the supervisors with the
pledges, were now naked and engaged in a litany of sex acts with the house
guests.  Because there were only twelve seniors and the sophomores and
almost three times as many guests, each one was engaged in pleasuring
multiple cocks.  Jason could see Glenn, a thin sophomore with coal black
hair, kneeling in front of three men.  He could see Glenn's mouth stuffed
with one engorged cock, while his fists steadily pumped the other two
erections, which were also shiny with spit.  The three men being serviced
were naked from the waist down and were watching their cocksucker intently
with their hands on their hips or folded across their chests, as if this
was the most natural thing in the world.

	Next to them Jason could see a senior named Alan bouncing his ass
up and down on the crotch of naked man laying on his back on the floor.
The man was pinching Alan's nipples with one hand and slapping his firm ass
with the other.  Alan's head was twisted to one side, and he was sucking on
another cock that had been offered to him.  Behind him was Jarrod, another
senior who was on his hands and knees being vigorously raped by a man in
his mid 30's.  Two other naked men were standing over Jarrod, stroking
their erections and waiting their turns.

	Everywhere he looked he saw frat boys on their knees, bent over
couches, sitting in laps, sucking cock, getting fucked, stroking dicks.
Jason thought it was terrifying, bizarre, intense and fascinating all at
the same time and he closed his eyes, trying to make it all go away.

	Mr. Grayson stood to one side, watching Jason's rape for a few
minutes, quite pleased that the new student seemed to be showing Mr. Stiles
a good time.  These initiation ceremonies were always one of Grayson's
favorite times of the school year. Many years ago, they'd been very
different.  There was no party, no crowds.  The pledges were simply bid on
via mail and delivered to the winners for some private one-on-one fucking,
under the watchful eye of the house supervisors of course.  Now it was
understood that there were benefits associated with the shock value of a
violent, public deflowering.  It helped the new intake of students accept
their eventual fate as cum slut bottom boys, breaking down any perceptions
of propriety and modesty.  That had been one of Dr. Tanaka's first
recommendations when he arrived at the fraternity.  Most of the new boys
were crying with a mix of pain and humiliation as they began their
irrevocable transformation into submissive pussyboys, but this was nothing
new to the house staff or the invited guests.  Five of the boys would leave
the room tonight with newly christened asscunts , but some men in the room
had witnessed the violent, degrading rape of dozens of teens over the
years, cheering as they were turned out and their asses penetrated for the
first time.

	Wanting to check on the other students, Grayson wandered over to
where Mr. O'Connor was preparing to fuck Orochi.  The look on the Asian's
kid's face was a priceless mix of fear, pain and confusion.  He had the
misfortune to have Pedro as his supervisor this evening.  The sadistic
Mexican had forced the kid down on to his hands and knees, and then stepped
on Orochi's small hands, trapping them between his heavy boots and the
carpet.  He then used his knees to trap the wailing Asian's head between
his legs, further immobilizing him.  Orochi's big brother was holding the
Japanese kid's asscheeks apart, displaying his charms to Mr. O'Connor, who
was naked on his knees behind the boy.

	Mr. Stiles was a tall man in his early 60s.  It was easy to picture
that he must have been handsome in his youth, and his once athletic body
was still discernible under the layers of bulk that tend to come with age.
He was pale and bald, his head covered in bumps and veins.  His arms were
still powerfully built and his hands were large.  He'd been a patron of the
frat house for over a decade, since a former business partner had referred
him after the two of them found a common interest in hiring and abusing
young male prostitutes in their spare time.  That had been years ago.  Now
he simply came here because it was a low-key and convenient outlet for his
urges.

	Japanese students were rare in the frat.  O'Connor knew he was
lucky and he also knew that Orochi, like most Asian kids, would have two
small, perfect globes and for an ass.  The thought of his large tool
sliding between them was more tempting.  When he'd gotten his auction book
in the mail over the summer, he was excited to learn that one of the lots
was a Japanese kid with a high probability of being a virgin.  He'd made up
his mind that he had to have the Jap punk's cherry, no matter what the
price.  Besides the excitement of a naturally smooth Asian butt to enjoy,
he had his own reasons for wanting to make sure that the exchange student
was his tonight.  Almost 70 years ago, his grandfather had been killed in
the Pacific during the second World War when his destroyer had been sunk by
a Japanese sub, and his grandmother had never completely recovered from the
loss.  The thought of taking some measure of revenge, even on an innocent
teen, was too sweet to pass up.  His grandfather had suffered unimaginable
pain and suffering at the hands of a Japanese torpedo, and tonight he would
return the favor with his own weapon.

	O'Connor pressed down hard on the base of Orochi's spine, making
him arch his back and forcing him to lift his butt seductively.  Then,
squeezing the base of his shaft to make the flared head swell even more, he
began to tease the Asian's sweet asshole with his cock.  He would probe
forward, then pulled back, easing his meat in a bit at a time.  He wanted
Orochi to think that maybe he'd show him some mercy as he felt the tight
narrow channel yielded to the passage of his cock.  'Yeah you little Jap
bitch,' he thought to himself driving his cock forward again.  'About as
much mercy as my grandfather got'.

	O'Connor worked his way into the gooey softness of the boy's
innards until his erection was fully hidden in the ass, the sensitive knob
boring into the deepest recesses of the boy's guts.  He paused to savor the
sensations for a moment.  Jesus the kid was tight!  He thrilled in the
torment and embarrassment that the kid was suffering and pressed forward,
making sure that the punk felt every millimeter that he had to offer.  Then
for good measure, he slapped his open hands across Orochi's small ass,
leaving flaming red hand prints across the cheeks.

	Orochi was babbling in Japanese, tears running down his face.  He'd
never had anything up his butt before, was never even curious about it.  He
didn't understand why they were doing this to him, why he was here, why his
father had sent him here.  He just wanted the anal invasion to stop, just
wanted to go home.

	Now that Orochi was Impaled on the column of flesh in his ass and
wasn't going anywhere, Pedro moved off of the kid's fingers and stood to
one side.  In one hand he held the freshmen's leash and used the other to
massage the growing outline of his own nine inches, growing down the leg of
his slacks.  O'Connor was beginning his fuck now and Pedro's gaze fixated
on the pained look on Orochi's face as the cock began to ravage it's new
territory, rearranging the depths of the pledge's bowels to accommodate the
girth.  Pedro started muttering to himself as he felt his own erection
began to drip precum as he watched the kid suffer.

	"Bien caliente," he said, giggling to himself in pleasure.
"Mereces que te joda!  You like that don't you little pussyboy?  Te duele?
It hurts?  Bein!  Si, fuck the little ramera Senor!"

	O'Connor was enjoying the friction that the springy hole was giving
to his cock.  The ass was so tight that a thin, pink inner-membrane gripped
the cock as it drew back, as if clutching it and begging for more.  Every
time the young Asian began to move forward to relieve the pain in his
dilated sphincter, the man fucking him would grab him by his slip hips and
slam him back onto his turgid prick, conquering his warm rectum all over
again.

	Deciding that Orochi was in good hands with Mr. O'Connor, Grayson
walked across the room to where Eric was enduring his own ordeal.  After
his head had stopped spinning from Karl's slap, Eric had been straightened
up and pulled by his leash over to a high table.  Karl and Matt wrestled
the freshmen in to position, bending him over the table and displaying his
butt to the crowd.  Eric's collar was fastened to two eyebolts on the top
of the table on either side of his neck, securing him in place.  His legs
were spread wide apart and his ankles were tied to the legs of the table,
allowing his uncut dick and hairless scrotum to swing free in the air for
the crowd's amusement.  His hands were cuffed behind his back, and a short
piece of chain connected the cuffs to the back of his collar, keeping his
hands out of the way.  A thick leather belt tied across his lower back and
secured to the table ensured he could only move a few centimeters in any
direction.  He was vainly struggling and cursing as his soon-to-be rapist
stepped up to claim his prize.

	Terrence Williams was a 6'1", 215 pound black man with a classic V
shape to his torso.  He had been a former NFL running back, before a knee
injury had ended his career after only two seasons.  But he'd been careful
with his money and now ran a large chain of car dealerships in and around
Atlanta.  He still exercised obsessively and his body had maintained its
powerful athletic stature.  A regular attendee of these functions, he'd had
a difficult time choosing which virgin ass to bid on that evening.  He was
torn between Kurt's incredible good looks and Eric's arrogant jock swagger.
Eventually he settled on Eric.  He liked his bitches bent over so he could
take them from behind, a position that largely negated the benefits of
Kurt's attractiveness.  Besides, he liked the idea of knocking Eric down a
couple of pegs and fucking Puerto Rican machismo right out of him.

	After Eric had been secured to the table like an offering on an
altar, Terrence walked up to his prey slowly, circling like a shark.  He
took a moment to squat down and get a close up look of his victim's butt,
running his hands over Eric's legs and thighs, and admiring the smooth
melons.  The ball player's ass was a round bubble of warm Latin flesh,
separated by a deep cleft that Terrence now pried apart to find the small
hidden treasure within.  He could see it nestled there, puckering at him
teasingly.  He stretched the firm cheeks apart to the point that the small
orifice began to dilate, before instinctively winking close onto itself,
shrinking back into its protective tightness.  Terrence ran one of his
large fingers over the wrinkled opening and down the kid's scrotum,
following the seam of the sack.  The hole was a dark brown color, tight and
mysterious.  It made Terrence's mouth water.  Prying the cheeks apart even
further, he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, ready to rim the
virgin portal and get it ready for penetration.

	He didn't get that far.  As he felt the large black man's breath on
his exposed ass, Eric reacted.  "Get the fuck off of me you fucking homo!!"
he shouted, wiggling as much as his bounds allowed.  Insults were his only
remaining defense.  "Don't fucking touch me, you god damn queer!!"

	Although Eric couldn't see it, Terrence just shook his head and
stood up.  He'd been prepared to start gently, but not after being
insulted.  Now, this was going to be a grudge fuck.  "Big mistake punk," he
said, unzipping his slacks.  "Big, BIG mistake."

	Terrence's cock was a uniform six inches in circumference, but
tapered slightly in at the base, giving it the general contours of a large
butt plug.  The head of the meat got hung up for a second in the waistband
of his boxers as he pulled them down, but quickly sprang free to bounce off
his lower abs with a soft slapping noise.  Precum was already beginning to
form between the pouting cocklips.  The erection rose up out of trimmed
patch of curly black hairs, steel hard and almost ten inches of impending
pain.  It was almost perfectly straight except for the mushroom head, which
seemed to have a slight upward curve, making it look like a snake sensing a
meal nearby.  A pair of large balls swung in a loosely hanging sack beneath
his ass-buster.  The cock was a shade darker than the rest of Terrence's
already dark skin, except for the head and circumcision scar, which were
dark purple color.  He was completely capable and comfortable of using his
equipment as a weapon to strike fear and inflict pain on a helpless bottom.
It was lucky the kid was tied down.  Most of his sex partners, women and
men, tried to struggle and get away when his meat forced its way into their
bodies, although they all liked it in the end.  He secretly liked it when
they resisted, but this was a party, and Terrence was in no mood to fight.

	After setting his pants and boxers to one side, Terrence hocked a
wad of spit at Eric's hole, baptizing his trophy and smearing the saliva
around with his cockhead.  The action was enough to alert Eric to what was
about to happen.

	"No, wait!  What are you doing?  Don't, please!"

	Terrence lined his meat up so that the head was pointing directly
at the quivering anus.  "It's just the way it is boy, just the way it is,"
he explained.  Then, with nothing more to say, he took a deep breath and
drove his cock into Eric's ass with one incredibly hard thrust until it was
buried to hilt.

	Eric's scream was ear shattering.

	Without any preamble, Terrence began to fuck.  Planting his hands
on Eric's shoulders for leverage, he began to drive his under-lubricated
cock in and out in a series of long, brutal thrusts.  His nuts swung like
miniature wrecking balls, slamming into Eric's own pouch with each thrust,
making the kid involuntarily tighten up his ass even more.  This only made
Terrence more excited and he fucked the hole all the harder.  It was a
painful and violent cycle.  Terrence looked down to see his meat as it
pulled back.  His cock was slick, black and glistening.

	The pain in his ass was like nothing that Eric had ever felt
before.  He sweated, swore and cursed, gritted his teeth, yelled and tried
to kick, fight and scratch, pleaded for help, cried and begged for mercy,
but nothing stopped the muscular black man from riding his hunky butt at
will.  Worse, because the cock shaft tapered at the base, Eric found, to
his shame, that it was more comfortable when it was embedded fully inside
of him and his sphincter could find some relief from being stretched to
capacity.  He wailed loudly as black man's lemon size balls slammed into
the back of his own nutsack like a battering ram every time he was subject
to a long dicked thrust.

	The man in the Stetson had wandered over for a better view of the
anal assault and the destruction of both Eric's cherry and his pride.  He'd
initially been upset on losing his bid for Eric's virginity, but his
disappointment had been replaced by a growing horniness as he watched the
rape in front of him.  "Yeah buddy, stick it to that little pussyboy!" he
cheered Terrence on drunkenly.  "Like we say in the oil business 'Drill
baby drill!!'  You're getting laid now, aren't you, you little frat
bastard?"

	Terrence just grunted and kept up his rhythm.  His brow was sweaty,
and drops would occasionally fall to land on the Latin's straining back.
He would fuck as hard as he could for five minutes or so, then back off.
Then he would slow down to an almost imperceptible speed, rotating his hips
slowly and exploring all of Eric's warm, velvety innards.  He would do this
until the urge to cum had ebbed, and then he would start again.  Terrence
had paid good money for this sweet piece of ass and didn't want to cum too
quickly.  With breaks, he knew he could make this fuck last well over an
hour.

	Eric was uttering a long constant groan that rose and fell with the
tempo of the cock pistoning his hole, punctuated by an occasional scream
when Terrence would plunge the shaft into the clutching bowels to the hilt.
Matt stood to one side with a small video recorder, alternating filming
between his little brother's tear streaked face and the dark weapon
relentlessly pummeling his bowels.  He was making sure to get all the best
angles.  Mr. Grayson had promised a copy of the tape for Eric's beating
victim as part of the settlement and release agreement.

	Across the room, Stiles didn't know how much longer he could last.
He'd been pistoning his cock in and out of Jason's ass for almost 30
minutes.  The hole was starting to relax and open up, losing some of its
tightness.  'Oh well,' Stiles though, 'it was to be expected.'  He was
still enjoying the look of pain and misery on Jason's face and was amused
to see that his buttpunk was dripping a steady stream of precum from his
cock onto his belly , where it was running in tiny streams up towards his
chest.  Stiles leaned forward until his face was only a couple of inches
away from the sobbing freshman.  Not content to simply rape the little
fag's asspussy, he wanted to rape his mind too.  "You gonna cry for me?" he
asked tauntingly.  "Huh?  Go on, cry for me.  Cry like a little pussyboy.
Cry you little faggot!  That's it, that's what I like to hear.  Let me see
those tears.  You like my big dick huh, don't ya boy?  You like my big dick
turning your sweet ass into pussy, don't you?  Feels so good with your hot
young ass stretched around my big fuckin' cock!  Where you going?  I'm not
done with you yet.  Come on faggot, keep that ass tight!"

	Each stroke into the clutching anus made Jason moan, and he gasped
loudly whenever the cock bottomed out.  At first it was simply a gasp of
pain, but through the fog of his fucking, Jason became aware of something
else.  At first, he noticed that the pain he had been feeling was slowly
dissipating with every thrust, being replaced by an uncomfortable but
tolerable feeling of fullness.  Then he noticed that whenever Stiles was
sunk completely inside him, his penis was hitting a spot that actually felt
good.  It was like an electric current and almost felt like he was having
an orgasm, but one not centered in his penis.  There was a rising sensation
centered somewhere deep inside him, giving him sensations he had never
known before.  The litany of dirty talk from Stiles was exciting him too.

	Suddenly, Jason moaned loudly and the people around him watched as
his toes flexed in the air over the shoulders of his rapist.  Before he
knew what was happening, his cock betrayed him he was cumming without
touching himself or being touched.  Unusually large amounts of sticky white
cream were shooting out of his cock, spraying his chest and belly and
running down his sides onto the leather ottoman.  While Jason found the
sensations intensely pleasurable, it was also highly embarrassing, but even
more so when Stiles shared it with everyone.  "Hey!  Hey, he's cumming!"
Stiles roared loudly to the room.  "This bitch cumming!"

	Jason's ass went through a series of rhythmic contractions as he
reached orgasm.  It was too much for Stiles and his entire body stiffened
as he cried out in ecstasy, his cock riding wave after wave of incredible
contractions from the kid's bowels.  He drove himself into Jason's ass to
the hilt, enjoying a climax that seemed to last forever and involved muscle
groups all over his body.  He emptied a copious load up into the freshmen,
coating his insides with liquid heat which Jason could feel, adding to his
shame.  Stiles collapsed forward onto Jason's body, trying to catch his
breath.  As he did, he placed his mouth next to Jason's ear.  "You'll
remember me for a long time bitch," he whispered cruelly.  "I'm the first
one to fuck the cream right out of your little baby balls."  Jason's face
burned with the shame of the man's words.

 	After a few moments, Stiles withdrew his shrinking cock with a soft
plopping sound, its job now done.  Cum, lube and ass juices covered the
shaft and matted his pubes.  As a final humiliation, he was tempted to make
Jason lick his cock clean, but it was too early for that.  Some of the new
kids were likely to resist and bite unless the circumstances were closely
controlled.  No, better to let the frat train them on the proper way to
please a cock with their lips and tongues before sampling Jason's mouth as
well.  Stiles got up and walked away to find one of the older pussy boys to
lick his cock clean, already trying to figure out ways to get enough money
together to ensure a win at next year's initiation auction.  He didn't even
look back as he walked away.

	Jason rolled over to one side and lay there in a stupor, too
stunned to move.  He wanted to cry, but felt all cried out.  He was just
glad it was over.  His gaze fell across the lewd scenes playing around the
room.  To one side, he could see Rodney.  The cute kid was being held up in
the air by his big brother and Marcus, their arms hooked under his knees as
they lowered his butt onto the erection of a man lying on the floor on his
back with his arms resting behind his head.  The junior and the black
supervisor worked in unison, bouncing Jason's moaning classmate up and down
on the turgid cock.  Although Jason couldn't see the actual penetration
from where he was, the look of pain on Rodney's face left no doubt as to
where the thick erection was disappearing.

	He looked over to one of the couches where a naked young man was
kneeling in between the widely spread legs of one of the guests.  The man
had his eyes focused on his cocksucker's face and was using his hands on
either sides of the student's head to establish a deep, steady rhythm.
Next to him, Jason could see another stocky man, bald with a goatee and
hairy chest.  Another student was sitting on the man's lap, facing him.
The younger man was bouncing smoothly up and down on the cock with his head
thrown back in ecstasy.  The bald man had his hands on the kid's butt and
was leaning forward, chewing on the teen nipples in front of his face.  A
moment later, Jason realized that the student being fucked was Sebastian.
Sure enough, he was wearing one of the leather collars and Karl was holding
on to the leash with a look of approval on his face.  Jason could also see
one of the senior students on his knees In front of Karl, his head bobbing
back and forth in front of the man's crotch.

	The sounds of ecstasy and pain filling the room were unlike
anything Jason had ever heard before.  Moans, grunts, screams, gagging,
slurping, the sound of balls slapping against butts and chins, the sounds
of men climaxing, of cruel taunts and sexual commands.  It was the sounds
of male sex.

	From his vantage point, Jason could also see Orochi, still on his
hands and knees, still being tormented by Mr. O'Connor.  The older man now
had hooked the index and middle fingers of each hand into Orochi's mouth on
both sides between the cheeks and gums.  He was using this grip for
leverage, as if they were reins for the small exchange student.  Orochi's
face was a grimace of pain and shame, but O'Connor's fingers were forcing
his mouth into a wide, ugly smile.  Spit dripped from the freshmen's mouth
onto the carpet below.

	"Say it," O'Connor commanded.  "Say 'Me likey dickey'."

	"Me, me rikey dickey," Orochi panted out, his voice distorted by
the thick fingers in his mouth.

	Stiles laughed.  "Again.  Louder!"

	"Me rikey dickey!"

	"Again!  Louder!  Don't stop you slant-eyed cum sponge!"

	"ME RIKEY DICKEY!  ME RIKEY DICKEY!  ME RIKEY DICKEY!" Orochi
wailed loudly, not understanding all the words, but trying to appease the
cruel man raping him.

	Pedro was still watching O'Connor violently burry his bone in the
foreign student.  The sadistic Mexican was giggling incessantly to himself,
enjoying the look of pain and defeat on Orochi's face.  O'Connor also
chuckled to himself, savoring the moment.  'Maybe, somewhere, granddad is
enjoying this too,' he thought to himself.  ********
	For the next hour, Jason lay there, curled up in a fetal position
with his eyes closed, trying make sense of it.  He just wanted to leave, to
get away from this awful place and pretend like none of this had ever
happened.  There must have been some sort of mistake he thought.  He would
have to quit school.  He could hitchhike back home and beg his stepfather
to take him back in, maybe get a job with him at the packing plant.  No one
would ever know about what had just happened.  No, wait!  Mr. Grayson would
tell Coach Simmons!  The coach still had copies of his tapes with Peter and
could give them to the police.  He could run away, somewhere where they
could never find him, but he didn't have any money.  No, he couldn't see
any way he'd be able leave anytime soon.

	Jason could feel the warm sperm leaking out of his loosened hole,
dripping down onto the ottoman, but he didn't care.  He was dimly aware of
a big black man nearby talking to Mr. Grayson.  He'd met him earlier.  What
was his name?  Terrence something.  He was congratulating Mr. Grayson on
having a house full of the sweetest butts in town.  Another man wanted to
know when their mouths would be available for fucking.  Occasionally,
several men would approach him to examine his now defiled body.  They would
pinch his nipples or stroke his cock and weigh his balls in their hands and
roll the smooth orbs between their fingers.  Several pried the cheeks of
his butt apart so that they could examine Jason's freshly fucked hole and
probing a couple of fingers inside, sampling the tight prize they had been
denied.  None of them tried to fuck him.  It was one of the few rules of
the initiation parties.  Years ago, the frat used to allow all of the
guests to gangbang the virgins until the sun came up, but the damage to
their tender butt-pussies was simply too great afterwards.  It would take
weeks to heal and the freshmen were largely out of commission during that
time.  Better to just let one lucky man pluck a freshmen's cherry.

	As the party wound down, Jason heard Mr. Grayson announce that it
was time for the seniors and sophomores to go to bed.  The juniors could
stay up for another 15 minutes with their little brothers and help put them
to bed.  Jason watched as the upper classmen filed out of the room, still
naked, saying goodnight to the guests.  Several snuck in some last minute
cocksucking before leaving.  Some of the guests were getting ready to leave
as well, their lusts now satisfied and their balls drained.  A while later
the supervisors began to remove the freshmen one at a time, assisted by
their junior helpers.  Jason saw Orochi being led off, still on a leash and
crying softly to himself, walking with an awkward walk.  A few minutes
later, he saw Kurt being carried out barely able to stand, supported
between the shoulders of Marcus and Kurt's big brother.  One side of Kurt's
handsome tear-stained face was red on one side where Marcus had repeatedly
slapped him into submission.  He was followed a while later by Eric, held
in a headlock by the powerful Karl.  Soon Jason was the last freshmen left
in the room.

	"Come on bitch," Joe said tugging on Jason's leash.  When Jason
didn't respond or make a move to comply, Joe simply shrugged and picked
Jason up in a fireman's carry.

	Joe carried Jason's limp body out of the main hall and up the
stairs thrown over his shoulder like a beach towel, followed by Tyler.  Joe
couldn't resist slipping his stubby middle finger into the teen's newly
minted twat.  As he did, Jason gasped and stirred, making Joe grin and
chuckle as he slapped the kid's ass with his large hand.

	"Don't worry kid, it's beddie-by time for you," he said.

	As they neared the large door that led to the previously forbidden
main dormitory, they passed Karl coming out.  "Stillwell.  Good, he's the
last one," he said.  "We just got Rangle down.  That kid is going to be
trouble, mark my words."

	Joe just grunted his assent and carried his limp charge through the
door with Tyler close behind.  Jason opened his eyes to survey his new
surroundings.  What he saw was enough to make him begin to struggle
futilely all over again in panic.  The hours-long raping orgy downstairs
had been bad enough, but what he saw now looked like demented chamber of
horrors.

	At first, he thought that he was being taken to some sort of
storage room, filled with mannequins.  The room was large and devoid of any
decoration, but brightly lit.  There were lockers in the corners and the
floors were bare wood.  Along the walls to his right and left were two sets
of twelve long wooden benches, placed perpendicular to the wall and running
parallel to each other.  The benches were about 18 inches wide and maybe
two feet tall and each was set about three feet apart from the next.  At
the end of each bench along the wall was a large metal box with some softly
glowing lights of what looked like some kind of control panel on its side.
Resting on each bench was, Jason thought, a nude male mannequin.  They were
all placed in the same position, facing up on their backs.  Jason couldn't
see any head or hands.

	Then he squeezed his eyes shut and blinked several time.  In
horror, he realized that each of these 'mannequins' was alive!  Looking
closer, he could see that the hands and heads of the body disappeared into
the metal box, through a set of round, stock-like holes.  The ankles were
secured to the legs of the bench near the floor in thick leather cuffs.
Only the cocks, balls and gently rising and falling chests provided
evidence that these weren't mannequins, but actual living beings.  Jason
had mistaken them for mannequins because most were a uniform tan color and
none of them had any hair on their legs, arms, chests, armpits or pubes.
Each penis also had a small, clear cylinder secured around its head, about
three inches long and an inch in diameter.

	Jason knew that these were his frat brothers, bedded down for the
night.  Joe was carrying him to one only two empty benches in the room.
Jason could see that the bench had a sizable rubber dildo attached in its
center, curving slightly back towards the box at the head of the bench.  To
make matters worse, Dr. Tanaka was there, standing next to a wheeled metal
cart, the top of which was covered in a white cloth.

	As they got nearer, his worst fears were realized as he could see a
small brass plate at the foot of the empty bench-bed that confirmed what he
already suspected and feared more than anything in the world:

**Stillwell, J.**

	It was enough to make him come alive and start to struggle
uselessly in Joe's firm grip. "Don't, please!!  Don't do this to me!!  Let
me go!  Please, I just want to go home!"

	"This is your home now buttboy," Joe said casually.

	Tyler opened the front and top of the metal box, which swung up on
hinges.  The bottom front of the box had three half-circles cut into it, a
large one for his neck and two smaller ones on each side for his hands with
black leather padding around the edges.  Then he and Joe maneuvered Jason
on to the bench and leaned him back, placing his head and hands inside of
the box.  Inside, there was a padded indentation that Jason's head fit
into, keeping his face looking straight up.  With Tyler holding him in
place, Joe swung the top of the box up and Jason could see him attach
another thick rubber cock to top of the box on the inside.  As he swung the
lid close, the fake cock was perfectly aligned with Jason's lips.  Jason
tired to keep his lips sealed, but Joe reached into the box and squeezed
Jason's cheeks with one hand until his mouth opened up.  The rubber cock
was then thrust into his mouth to a depth of about three inches and screwed
into place on the roof of the box.  A leather strap was then passed under
his chin and buckled in place.  With the pads on either side of his head,
the chin strap and the dildo penetrating his mouth, the only thing that
Jason could move from the neck up were his eyes.  Soon, however, Joe closed
the second half of the front which contained identical half circles to the
bottom half, locking him in place and sealing him in darkness.  The last
thing he saw before being enveloped in darkness was Dr. Tanaka standing to
one side, waiting patiently and looking over a chart on a clipboard.

	Once Jason's hands and head had been locked into the box, the
doctor consulted the chart once more, and then pulled back the white linen
cloth on the cart to reveal a neatly arranged row of wicked looking
syringes with long thin needles on metal tray.  He then nodded to Joe and
Tyler to proceed.  Standing on either side of the secured freshmen, the two
lifted his feet up until his toes touched the top of the box.  Then, each
of them reached down with one hand to grab an ass cheek, spreading his butt
apart and exposing his asshole.  It was no longer leaking fresh jism, but
the crack itself was crusted with flakey white residue.  What only two
hours before had been tight, pink and virginal was now swollen and red from
the evening's abuse.

	The inside of the box was thickly padded, preventing Jason from
hearing anything going on around him.  He was sobbing softly to himself in
the darkness of the box, wondering how his situation could get any worse,
when he felt a needle pierce the skin of his swollen anus.

	It felt like a hornet sting.  He tried to scream and beg, but with
the thick phallus in his mouth, all he could do was utter a muffled moan.
He tired to raise his head, but this only served to drive the dildo deeper
into his mouth.  He thought that if he made enough noise, however muffled,
they would take pity on him.  It proved to be a waste of energy as he felt
the sadistic doctor give him several more injections around the
circumference of his asshole.  Tanaka then picked up a syringe with a long,
large-bore needle, which was plunged into the area between Jason's asshole
and balls, into a depth of about three inches.  Tyler and Joe watched as
Tanaka pushed on the plunger and a pale blue liquid was injected into the
freshmen's taint.

	Jason felt Joe and Tyler lowering him down.  One of them was
lowering his legs, while the other was spreading his butt cheeks apart,
working the hard rubber phallus on the bench inside of him.  Jason
whimpered as he was penetrated for the second time that evening.  The fake
cock was thicker than Mr. Stiles had been, and it was firm and unyielding.
It was slightly tapered at the base and Jason felt his abused sphincter
snap shut around the indentation once it was inside of him.  He felt the
sting on his inflamed anus as the residual cum in his butt now seeped into
the tears and fissures of his anus, now raw and stretched open again.

	He felt his ankles being lowered to the floor and secured in the
cuffs on either side of the bench.  It was an uncomfortable position,
forcing him to arch his back and keep his legs spread apart.
Unfortunately, this just pressed his ass further against the bench and
ensured that the plug was as deep inside of him as it could possibly be.
He thought that maybe this was it and he was done for the night, but
couldn't have been more wrong.

	Now that his little brother was secured for the evening, Tyler
wandered off to put himself to bed.  With Joe watching, Dr. Tanaka took
another smaller syringe and gave the bound freshmen injections of a
yellowish liquid into both of the boy's nipples.  He barely heard the
muffled screams from inside the box, but it wouldn't deter him from his
scientific work.

	Jason's nipples were beginning to tingle and he was trying to get
use to the new sensations.  He felt like he was being tortured, and not
being able to see where the next shot was coming from didn't help.  He
didn't think it could possibly get any worse until he felt the prick of yet
another long needle plunge deeply into his right testicle, causing him to
bite on the dildo in his mouth to try and fight the pain.  Another painful
shot followed to his left nut.  As the chemicals began to work, his
ballsack felt warm, almost like it was immersed in warm water.

	At a signal from the doctor, Joe reached down and took hold of
Jason's tiny penis in his fist, where it disappeared easily inside the
large hand.  Pulling and squeezing, Joe worked Jason's cockhead out of his
fist until it sat on top, trapped firmly between his thumb and forefinger.
He held it there while the doctor gave a series of six quick injections
around the circumference of the cockhead.  Joe then pinched the sore
cockhead between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it straight up, away
from Jason's body, allowing the doctor to administer four more injections
to the spongy underside and several at the base of the prick.  Once that
was done, Joe slipped one of the small clear capsules around Jason's
cockhead, securing it in place with a small rubber band directly below the
flange of the head.  Then he turned to the box encasing Jason's head and
hands and began pushing buttons on the control panel, pulling up a six-hour
introductory program.  A winking light changed from yellow to green as the
program started.

	Jason felt his dick starting to tingle from whatever they'd given
him.  He didn't know how many more injections he could take, how much more
sadism these men were capable of.  He felt another injection in his arm,
and it must have been some sort of sedative because he quickly started
falling asleep.  The last things he was aware of before surrendering to
unconsciousness was the sound of soft, flute-like music reaching his ears
and the dildo in his ass beginning to pulse and vibrate.

	The Japanese doctor put the last of the now empty syringes back on
the cart.  "Karl said the party went well," he said to Joe.

	Joe nodded, pointing to Jason's now relaxed body.  "This one came
while he was being fucked."

	"Did he now?  Very interesting.  We'll have to keep a close eye on
his development, but it sounds like he'll be a natural."

	Joe nodded again and Tanaka left the room, pushing the wheeled cart
with the tray of empty syringes out of the room.  Joe walked across the
room to where the seniors and juniors slept.  Tyler had already settled
down onto the dildo on his own bench and was leaning back with his head and
hands in the box, waiting to be secured.  Joe cuffed the kid's ankles to
the bench, fitted a thick rubber cock between Tyler's lips, and locked the
box in place.  He punched a few buttons on the side of Tyler's box,
starting a different program for the older kid.  He saw the winking light
change from yellow to green on the control panel which, together with the
soft buzz of the dildo in the pussyboy's ass, signaled that the program had
begun.

	Joe took a moment to stretch his arms and yawn.  It had been a long
day, and tomorrow would be a busy one too, getting the new students
orientated to their new roles and the house routines.  He needed to get
some sleep.  Before he left, he took one more quick look across the rows of
naked sleeping students before turning off the lights and closing the door.

	The fraternity pussyboys had been bedded down for the night.

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