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A Pledge fantasy

Boyd had heard of a fraternity on campus that was so exclusive that you had to interview and be accepted before you could even try to pledge to it.  All the guys he knew of that were in it were jocks, but they all were in the top of their classes.  Being a wrestler himself, and having a 4.0 grade average, he figured it was a great place for him.  His only concern was the hazing that he knew he'd have to go through.

Boyd was sexually undecided.  He like girls and they liked him, but he felt a strong attraction to guys to.  He'd never done more than heavy petting with girls and nothing more than wrestle with guys.  

He asked around and found out he'd have to go to the library and see the librarian for a card to fill out asking to be interviewed for the house.  "Wow, they don't make it easy on you." he thought, but he went to the library and asked for a card.  The librarian, a middle aged man looked him up and down, then handed him the card.  Boyd filled it out and handed it back.  Mr. Russel, the librarian, looked it over and went to his computer, telling Boyd to wait there.  

Boyd stood at the counter for several minutes.  Finally, Mr. Russel came back.  "Are you ready for your interview now?" he asked.

"I guess so." Boyd said.  He was surprised it would happen so soon.

Mr. Russel took him to a waiting room.  "Take all your clothes off.  I'll be back in a few minutes." he said.

"Take my clothes off?" Boyd asked.

"Don't question what ever you are told to do.  That's the quickest way to get rejected.  Just do as you're told." Mr. Russel cautioned him.

Boyd looked around.  The room was empty although there were several chairs.  He shrugged and took off his clothes.  Just as he sat down, the door opened and a girl walked through the room and out the other door.  She didn't stop to talk or for that matter do more to acknowledge Boyd than a nod.  Boyd grabbed his shirt and covered his genitals.  A few minutes later, Mr. Russel and the girl passed through the room.  Mr. Russel came back with a basket.  "Put your things in here." he said to Boyd.

Boyd obeyed.  Mr. Russel took the basket out with him leaving Boyd naked with nothing to cover himself.  He could hear girl giggling and laughing in the other room.  An old woman and a young guy passed through the room.  Boyd turned red.  They didn't seem to notice he was naked.  That made Boyd feel a little better.  Then the heard his name being called.  He got up to go into the other room, but a couple dozen people came through the door.  They brushed past him.  Boyd stood back against the wall.  The people gathered in the room sitting in all the chairs and standing all around Boyd.  They weren't talking or doing anything but collecting in the room.  Some were looking at him though.  It made him squirm a bit.  Finally, the last person came in allowing Boyd to finally go out.  Just as he turned to leave, everyone in the room looked at him.  Boyd was stopped in his tracks for a second.  Some were looking him over, some smiled, some frowned.  Boyd quickly exited the room.

He found himself in a narrow hall.  "Boyd Parker, come to room L-5" he heard over the intercom.

He looked at the door he'd just come through.  L-13 was on the door.  He started in one direction.  L-14 was on the door across the hall and down about five yards.  He spun and headed in the other direction.  People were coming in and out of the rooms.  Some looked at him some didn't.  One guy saw him and stopped to give him a good look and a big smile.  Boyd returned the smile though his was nervous and and crooked.  Finally, he found L-5.  He went in.  

"Mr. Boyd Parker?" A woman sitting at a long row of tables asked.

"Yes mam." Boyd said politely. 

"Have a seat." she said.  There was a vinyl bean bag chair across from the tables.  It was over stuffed so he sat on it like sitting on a stump.  The vinyl was cold at first, but soon it was sticky and sweaty.  He squirmed uncomfortably.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  Here's a towel." the girl said.  Boyd had to get up and cross the room to get the towel.  The girls at the tables eye him as he moved. 

Then the questions started coming.  Boyd was asked about nearly everything in his life from kindergarten to now.  He was asked about his family, siblings, what they did for a living, what his plans were, and why he wanted to  pledge to that fraternity.  Boyd answered all the questions as quickly and completely as he could.

The girls sat showing no emotion, approval or otherwise.  Then there was a long silence.  "Mr. Parker, stand up please and walk over to the end of the tables." The girl finally said.  Boyd did as instructed.  The girl at the end of the table got up and walked round the table with a tape measure and a clip board.  She measured his shoulders, chest, waist, arm length.  Then she wrapped the tape measure around his hips.  Her fingers lightly touched his cock and tickled his pubes.  Next, she measured his calves, then his thighs.  Boyd gasped as her hand slid up his inner thigh so she could measure his inseam.  But then she measured his cock.  Though slightly fluffed, it was still pretty soft.  It didn't stay that way.  I began to rise.  The girl wrapped her hand around it and pulled.  She squeezed and pulled until he was fully hard, then she measured it again.  Last, he had him stand on a doctor office scale and weighed him and measured his height.

"Climb up on the table please." The woman said after all he measuring was done.  "Come this way."

Boyd walked down the row of tables toward the next woman.  Each girl stopped him to look over some part of his body.  The first one had him bend over and spread his cheeks.  "My God, she wants to look at my asshole?" Boyd thought to himself.  When Boyd made it to the woman in the center, she had him sit down while she examined his feet.  She looked at the heals, bottoms and even between his toes.  "Thank you Mr. Parker, scoot on down." she said when she was done.  The next girl had him turn and sit on the edge of the table.  She tested his reflexes.  The next pressed into his abdomen like a doctor.  The next smelled his breath, his pits, and his crotch.  The next one put on magnifying goggles and examined each and every inch, every mole on his entire body, even his pubes and ass crack.

They all took notes but didn't say anything except to give him orders.  Finally, at now at the end of the tables, he was told to go back to the waiting room.  As Boyd left the room, he glanced back to see if he could get any sign of what their decision would be.  They were all whispering to each other.  He got nothing.  

Half way down the hall, he heard another guy's name directed to L-5.  A whole group of people rushed out of the other rooms in the hall and went into the waiting room.  Boyd thought, "That's what happened to me."  Finally, a naked and obviously freaked out guy came out of the waiting room.  "It's this way." Boyd said.  The guy thanked him and rushed past him.

Boyd walked into the waiting room.  As he came through the door, all the sitting people stood.  They started filing past him going back out into the hall.  This time Boyd felt hands all over his body.  He couldn't tell it it was guys or girls or both.  Although the guy that had given him such a big smile in the hall was pretty overt about it.  He ran his palm from one side of Boyd's chest to the other then down his abs to his cock.  Boyd was still about half hard from the interview so the guy got a hand full.  Boyd didn't resist him, he just smiled back at the guy.  Then the guy let go and left.

Boyd sat in the waiting room for several minutes.  Finally Mr. Russel came in with the basket of his things.  "Here you go Mr. Parker.  You'll get a message soon."  His attitude was much more friendly than the straight faced grumpy attitude he had earlier.  Boyd dressed and rushed back to the dorm.

The thought of so many people seeing him naked and even touching his body unnerved him.  But it excited him to.  His room mate was just leaving to go partying.  Boyd waited till he left.  Then he stripped off and laid on his bed with a bottle of lube.  In his mind, the recounted the day's events.  Slowly, he stroked his cock until his balls drew up and exploded.  Cum flew into his face and over his head.  

His pants were on the chair at the head of his bed.  He cleaned himself off and went to get dressed.  But he saw the cum stain on the crotch.  He pulled off his belt and emptied the pockets.  In one of the back pockets was a piece of paper.  It was a note written by hand.  I read: "Mr. Parker, You have been accepted to pledge Delta Lambda Phi.  Be at the Omega house Saturday night at eight."

The Omega house was the largest sorority houses on campus.  It was also notorious for it parties and beautiful, but loose women.  He was thrilled, but why did they want him to go to a sorority house?  

He showed up Saturday at seven fifty five.  The girl that opened the door called him by name.

"Hi Mr. Parker.  Come in."  

"Please call me Boyd."

"Sorry Mr. Parker, we can't just yet.  Come in and take off your clothes."

"Huh? Uh, okay."  He was surprised, but he remembered the warning from the librarian.

"You can put them in this cabinet." The girl said.

Boyd folded his clothes and put them in the cabinet.  Then she led him through the house to a large party room

There was another guy behind a bar.  He was naked to.  The girl introduced them.  "Mr. Parker, this is Mr. Reed.  He'll be bar tending tonight.  You'll be his bar back and waiter.  You'll be picking up cups and bottles and helping Mr. Reed behind the bar."

"Are there any more guys coming? Mr. Reed asked."

"No" The girl said sharply.  "Keep this up."  She added, pinching the head of his dick.  She walked away.  Soon the room was full of sisters in all sorts of lingerie.  Mr. Reed had no problem keeping his cock hard.  Boyd was so nervous, his cock was shrunk up terribly.  The girls started playing with  him.  He blushed and began to sweat.  Seeing that, the girls realized he was a virgin and that made them play with him even more.  Soon, he was laid out on a table, held down with a girl on each arm and leg.  Another girl licked his now hard cock.  He shivered.  Another girl licked it.  Then another.  Finally one wrapped a hand around it and started to jack him off.  He shot off in no time.  His young load shocked her.  It was sweeter than any man's cum she'd tasted, and she was well known for her blow jobs.

They kept him held down  but gave him a few minutes to catch his breath.  One started pouring beer in his mouth.  He drank it as fast as he could to keep from gagging or spitting it all over the place.  While she was feeding him the beer, another was serving Jell-O shots all over his body.  His cock sprang up, ready for another go.  A girl wrapped her hand around it.  She was well known for her hand-jobs, and demonstrated her talent on him well.  In a few minutes, he was cumming again.   When he was finished cumming, she tortured his young cock for a good five minutes.  Finally, they let him go. 

His tortured cock was so sensitive by then, and the beer and drinks form earlier were going through him quickly.  He rushed to the bathroom.  While he was pissing, the girls were all coming in, taking pictures of him.  He didn't care, he was getting seriously drunk.  

That was about all he remembered of the night.  He woke up in his bed with his clothes neatly folded on the chair by his bed.  His room mate woke up soon after he did.  "Man, you must have scored big time last night." he said.

"Why do you say that?" Boyd asked.

"Dude, four of the hottest chicks in nothing but panties an bras carried you in here and put you to bed.  You were naked, and from the lipstick all over you, you were the life of the party." Mac, his room mate said.

"I don't remember all of it." Boyd said holding his head.  He got up to go to the bathroom.  When he turned his back to Mac, Mac stopped him.

"There's something written on your back.  'Well done, Mr. Parker.  Monday morning, be at the arts building at ten.  See Mrs. Long.'."  

Boyd rushed into the bathroom to piss.  He saw all the lipstick marks on his body.  They were everywhere, even on his cock.  He got in the shower.  Mac had to help him get the message off his back.

"Who's Mrs. Long?" Boyd asked.

"She's an art teacher." Mac said.

"I wonder why they want me to go there." Boyd said.

"She uses student models.  Maybe they want you to model." Mac said.

"Oh good grief." Boyd said.

Sure enough no sooner had he met Mrs. Long when she told him to take off his clothes.

 He did as he was told, and stripped without question.  She led him through one class where another guy was standing naked in front of a class full of women.  The model was sweating fiercely and was obviously nervous.

She took him to the far end of the room where another group of women was waiting.  She had him pose for them.  For three hours he stood or sat in various positions for classes of women.  He got a few breaks, but wasn't ever allowed to dress.

After the last class, he got dressed and went to his room.  Mac was studying. "How'd it go?" he asked.

"I spent three hours butt naked in front of a bunch of women while they stared at me and drew crappy pictures of my dick." Boyd said.

"Really, just your dick?" Mac asked.

"No, not really, they actually did good work." Boyd said.

"God, that would be so cool, posing naked for women." Mac said.

"I'll give Mrs. Long your number." Boyd said.

"Yeah!  Oh, a dude came by and left this for you." Mac handed Boyd a note in an envelope.

"Mr. Parker, You've done well so far.  Be at Delta house Saturday night at nine." the note read.

"Wow, I wonder whats in store for me there." Boyd said.

"Maybe you get to pose for the guys." Mac said, grinning at Boyd.

"God knows.  After the last two days, I have no idea what to expect." Boyd said.

"You never told me what happened the first day, when you went to the library." Mac said.

Boyd filled him in on all the details.  Mac seemed to drink in every word and by the time Boyd was sporting a raging hardon that tented his boxers.  Mac rolled over on his bed and told Boyd he was going to pound one out.  Boyd laughed "I'm gonna take a shower."

He arrived at the Delta house five minutes early.  He was taken in and ordered to strip.  There were several dozen people in the room, all in long robes with hoods.  Boyd stripped off, handing his clothes to a guy who walked off with them immediately.  Boyd was taken to the center of the room.  The hooded figures circled around him.  They asked him many of the same questions the girls asked.  Boyd gave all the same answers.  Then one hood told Boyd to follow him.  Boyd obeyed.  He was taken to a room with several other naked guys.

There were also some clothed guys in the room.  Some were in various stages of undress.  Boyd was told to have a seat and enjoy a drink while the brothers got things ready.  Boyd sat down.  One of the clothed guys brought him a beer.  "Thanks" Boyd said.

The guy gave him an approving look.  Boyd wondered if it meant he approve of him or was interested in him in another way.  They all sat around chatting about their experiences so far in the process.  Boyd was somewhat of a wall flower.  He didn't know if the brothers approve of some of what the guys were saying.  One other guy was quiet to.  He kept looking at Boyd and Boyd kept looking at him.  When ever a guy would say something they thought was inappropriate, they'd look at each other.

All at once, the clothed or partially clothed guys walked out of the room.  Another half hour went by.  Boyd sipped his beer slowly.  Some of the other guys helped themselves to more.

Suddenly, the door burst open and the first name was called.  It was the other art class model.  They left the room.  Another ten minutes passed.  The door burst open again and Boyd was called.  Two hooded brothers took him into a small shower room.  The three partially clothed guys were there, naked.  They took Boyd under the shower. One took a hose with an enema head on it.  He rubbed lube on it and eased it in Boyd's ass.  Boyd couldn't help but laugh.  He'd never felt anything like that.  The water filled his gut.  He was told to hold it.

He did his best but some leaked out.  He was taken over to the drain which had the grill removed.  "Squat and let it go." one guy said.  Boyd barely bent his knees when his guts emptied on the shower floor, in and around the drain.  The guys laughed and washed down the stinky mess that came out of Boyd.  They sprayed him down and repeated the procedure.  After several times, they were satisfied Boyd was cleaned out.  They soaped down from head to toe and rinsed him off.

They shut off the water and dried Boyd off.  They were playful and had Boyd laughing.  Then they turned him over to the brothers.  One slapped Boyd's ass as he left the shower room.

The brothers took Boyd to another room.  That room had slick walls on three sides.  Stuck to the walls were dozens of dildos in various sizes and shapes.  Some curved to the right or left, some curved up, some curved down, but all looked like real cocks.  "Choose your boyfriend."  one brother said.   Boyd started looking at the dildos.  He saw one that looked very similar to his own but was a tad longer and thicker.  He started to reach for it.

"Stop, use your mouth."  a hood said.  Boyd snickered and put his mouth over the head of the dildo.  He pulled but it slipped out of his mouth.  He tried again, but he put more of the phallus in his mouth.  Again, he pulled but again, it slipped out of his mouth.  "Go all the way down on it." a brother said.  Boyd opened his throat and stuffed the entire length of the dick in his mouth.  He gagged and had to try it again.  This time, he deep throated it and as he squeezed his lips around the shaft, he heard a slight fart sound and the dildo came loose.

"Well done Mr. Parker." the hoods said.  He was told to keep it in his mouth as they took him into the big room.  All the hooded men were in that room.  Boyd felt silly with that dildo in his mouth.

"Who's his boy friend?" a hooded guy with a gold chain asked.  One of the two brothers escorting him looked at the suction cup of the dildo hanging from Boyd's mouth.  He read the number, "34".
The other brother escorting Boyd reacted.  "That's me." he said.  His voice was a mix of surprise and joy.

"Well, number 34, I guess you better show Mr. Parker what his duties are to his boyfriend." the brother with the chain said.

The guy, number 34, took the dildo out of Boyd's mouth.  Boyd was relieved, his jaws were tired of holding the heave object.  Number 34 introduced himself to Boyd.  "I'm Matt." he said shaking
Boyd's hand.  "I'm Boyd." Boyd said.  "Not yet, you're still Mr. Parker." Matt said.
He took Boyd to one side of the room.  The other hooded guy that had been escorting him, followed.  "This is Mike." He'll be joining us." Matt told Boyd.  As they walked through the other hooded guys, they high fived the two escorting Boyd.  Some patted Boyd's ass.

They reached a small table.  Both escorts opened their robes they were naked under the robe.  Matt held the dildo next to his own cock.  As he held it there, his cock got hard.  Boyd could see the dildo was an exact replica of Matt's cock.  "Here, you need to practice on this so you can handle the real thing." Matt said.

He put the dildo into Boyd's hands.  "Suck it."  Boyd did as instructed.  As he sucked the dildo, Matt and Mike coached him on ways to keep from gagging.  After some time, Boyd was able to take repeated deep thrusts of the dildo.  "Excellent, you're a natural." Matt said with a big grin.  "Now you have to learn how to take it in the rear."

They turned Boyd to the table and bent him over.  "Oh no." Boyd mumbled.  His hands were tied to the legs of the table.  Mike took the dildo and pulled a small bottle of lube from a pocket in the robe.  He lubed the dildo and Boyd's asshole.  As he eased it into Boyd's rear, Boyd let out an unintentional "Fuck"

"Mr. Parker.  Are you refusing your education?" Matt asked.

"No" Boyd grunted.

"Then put this in your mouth so you don't blow your chances of being accepted." Matt said, shoving his cock in Boyd's face.  Boyd knew he'd end up sucking that dick sooner or later, and he really didn't want to fuck up.  He opened his mouth and swallowed Matt's cock.  Matt and Mike high fived.  The  brother with the chain came by. "Excellent Mr. Parker, excellent."  He patted Boyd's ass.  "I think you're ready to move on." he added.  Mike pulled the dildo out of Boyd's ass.  He put on a condom and lubed up.  Then he eased his cock into Boyd's ass.  Boyd could feel the difference.  He knew he was being fucked at both ends.  He didn't hate it.

"Mr. Parker, I think you're going to fit in well here." someone said.  Meanwhile other naked guys were being brought in one by one.  Although he couldn't see them, robed guys circled him, he could hear most of them being rejected.  Only three other's were accepted and taken off to be "trained".

Some didn't handle being spit roasted as well as Boyd, but they all put up with it as best they could.    The two spit roasting Boyd came, Matt filled Boyd's mouth with his load.  Mike covered his back with the most voluminous load anyone ever saw.  Boyd was soaked from the back of his head to his butt, and all across his back.  Cheers rang out.  Boyd choked down Matt's cum then turned his head and told Mike he was sure glad he wasn't at the other end.  That brought laughter form all the guys around them and from Mike and Matt.  Matt used the cloth covering the table to wipe his massive load off Boyd.  

Then Boyd was handed a large mug of beer.  The guy wearing the gold chain.  Walked up with a mug of beer.  "Mr. Parker, I'm Thomas." He toasted Boyd and said, "Mr. Parker is now our brother.  Gentlemen, meet Boyd."

"That's it?" Boyd asked.

"Oh no, that just got you in.  Now comes the hazing." Thomas said with a big smile.  He turned to the brothers and said, "Go get dressed."  He took Boyd and introduced him to Will, Kieve, and Ron.  They were the other pledges who'd passed the final test.  

Keive looked like he'd been crying.  His "boyfriends partner had been extremely well hung and Keive was a virgin as well.

All the robed guys left the room and came back a few minutes later fully dressed in party attire.  Thomas pulled a couple guys aside and told them to do something.  They left the room.  He gave another guy a job, then three other guys.  All left the room.  The last group of guys came back escorting all the men who'd failed to make it to the last test.  They were naked and hand cuffed.  They were taken to one corner of the room and forced down on their knees facing the wall.

Boyd and his group were taken to the other side of the room.  The first two guy Thomas had given orders to placed a box full of the dildos from the small room in front of them.  Then all the brothers lined up.  "Take a dildo.  Examine it, get to know it.  Put it in your ass then go find the guy it belongs to." Thomas ordered.  Boyd and the others did as instructed.  Each of them pulled out a dildo and looked it over.  They quickly found out they had to wet it with spit to get it up their butts.

Then they went to find the owner.  They had to undo each guys pants and pull them down, then their underwear.  Next, they had to get them hard.  Some got hard right away.  Some had to be stroked while still other demanded to be sucked.  When the guys were satisfied they'd found the owner, they pulled the dildo out and gave it to the owner.  If they were wrong, the mistaken owner would shove the dildo back in and they'd have to try again.

In the mean time, the brothers were getting the room ready for a party.  The bar was set up and snacks were laid out.  The door bell rang.  Well it didn't ring exactly.  It was an aa-oo-ga horn.

A guy came in with two helpers.  It was the DJ.  The horn sounded again.  The door opened and all the girls from the Omega house came prancing in wearing their lingerie.  The brothers cheered.

Boyd and his guys were totally embarrassed.  The girls immediately ran over to Boyd.  They kissed, pinched and groped him until the dildo he was carrying fell out.  A girl picked it up and took Boyd right over to it's owner.  Despite the objection of Thomas, the girls helped the guys find the owners of the dildo.  They did still make the guys stuff the dildos before taking them to the owners.

  

When this was done, the four were given hooded robes.  Their ordeal was complete.  The guys in the kiddie pool were hosed off and brought inside.  "You three made it almost all the way to the end.  You blew it in the waiting room.  You either bad mouthed us for the process or you drank too much while waiting.  Now you have one last chance of becoming a Delta.  You want to be a Delta. It's the best house you could pledge to." Thomas told them. The three were looking around and the scantly clad men and women and the fun they were having.  "If you still want to become a Delta, you will give yourselves over to the brothers completely. You will be their servants, their maids, and their sex toys for one month.  You will be naked anytime your are in the house.  You will do what you are told when you are told, no matter what it is as long as it's legal.  What's your decision?"

One guy was totally against being anyone's sex toy.  He knew he'd have to suck dick and get fucked.  He told Thomas "I can't do it."  

Just then Emile walked up, whipped off her bra and wrapped her it around his neck.  "You sure about that, honey?" she said.  She ran a fingernail down his chest and abs and wrapped her hand around his dick.  "It's only a month, and these guys aren't going to be all that horny.  We'll see to that."  Then she licked his nipple.  His eyes blinked.  

"Naw, I can't do it." he said, not sounding all that sure.

"Come with me." Emile said.  She winked at Thomas as she led the guy over to a group of girls.  One of them was playing with a brother's replica cock.  The girls laid the guy down on one of the small tables.  They toyed with his nipples, balls and cock, and held his hands on their breasts.  Emile lubed the dildo well and lifted that guys legs up on the table.  She eased a finger into his ass.  He hardly seemed to notice.  A few minutes of that, and he was ready for the dildo.  When she worked it in, another girl was stroking his cock.  He moaned a little but didn't resist.  Emile worked the dildo in and out, pulling it all the way out often.  She nodded to one of the girls who leaned over the guy's head and gave him a tit.  He sucked like an infant.  Then Emile jacked him to the point of no return.  He started to cum.  The girl giving him her tit, rose up.  His cum splashed all over his face and body.  "Nice load dude." Thomas said.  The guy looked up and saw Thomas between his legs.  Thomas filled a condom deep in the guy's ass.  The guy realized he'd just been had.  He'd been butt fucked with over four dozen guys and girls watching.  

"OH FUCK ME!" he shouted.

"Thank you, but I already did." Thomas said easing his cock out.  

"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Emile said.

"You bitch, you tricked me." the guy said with a chuckle.

"I'll show you 'bitch' after you complete the month." Emile said seductively. 

"Hell, I've been had now, I might as well." the guy said.

"How about sucking cock." Thomas asked.

"I guess I can do it, I suck my own and eat my cum." the guy said.

"You'll have to show us." Thomas said.

"Now?" he guy asked.

"Yep.  Who's is it going to be?" Thomas asked looking around.

"Let's start him off with the sweetest cock I've ever sucked.  Get Boyd over here."  Emile said.

"Boyd?" Thomas asked.

Emile just smiled and nodded.  Thomas took here word for it and called Boyd.  When Boyd came over, Thomas opened his robe and pulled it off.  "We've got a present for you." Thomas said.

The guy got off the table and knelt in front of Boyd.  Boyd's eyes bulged.  The guy took hold of Boyd's cock and moved closer.  "God, does everyone have to watch?" he complained.

"Yep, everyone." Thomas said.  He brought the other two pledges over to watch.  He even had them kneel beside Boyd where they'd get a good look.  The guy finally opened his mouth and took in Boyd's semi hard cock.  Emile came over and stood behind Boyd.  To hasten his orgasm, she bent down and licked the top part of Boyd's ass crack.  Boyd shivered.  "He likes that." Emile told Thomas with a wink.  

"How'd you know." Boyd asked.

"You don't remember?" Emile asked.  "At the party,  we made the bartender lick your crack.  You went crazy."

"The bartender? Boyd asked.

"Yeah, that guy." Emile pointed to the guy to Boyd's right.  

Boyd then recognized him. "Oh yeah, now I remember you." he said.

"Yeah, you really got some soft fuzz back there.  They made me eat your butt for a half hour.  You came twice."  the bartender said.

"Wow, was I jacking off?" Boyd asked.

"Hell no, I was jacking you the first time, then you got blown.  I'll fill you in in detail later." the pledge said.

The guy sucking Boyd wasn't going much past he head of Boyd's cock.  The bartender noticed and said, "That ain't gonna get any body off.  Here let me show you how to do it."  He pushed the guy back and took Boyd's cock.  He shoved the entire length of Boyd's shaft down his throat.  He sucked it for a few seconds and gave it back to the guy.  "That's how you suck cock."

"How'd you learn that? Thomas asked.  

"Emile showed me the night of the party." he said looking up and Boyd.  "Yeah, I blew you." he told Boyd.

The guy who was supposed to be sucking Boyd went back to work. Boyd's head was full of all sorts of pictures of the party and that really got him going.  When Emile bit his butt again, he shot his load.  The guy wasn't expecting it and choked.  Cum blew out his nose.  Thomas held his head on Boyd's cock.  The guy struggled to swallow and clear his sinuses at the same time.  By the time Boyd was done, The guy had cum all over his face, tear running down his cheeks and sweat covering his body.  "God bless, I wish I could shoot like that.  You must have been the pisser with the fire hose." 

"I guess so." Boyd chuckled.  

"What's that all about?" Emile asked.

"Boyd here got as much power in his pisser as he does in his nuts." Thomas laughed.

"Let's have a pissing contest." Emile said.

"Why not." Thomas agreed.  He dismissed the pledges and told the one that just sucked Boyd off to go clean up.  Emile went around telling everyone to load up on beer because she wanted a lot of contestants.  Then the went out on the concrete patio.  Thirteen guys lined up to challenge Boyd.  They dropped their underwear if they still had any on, and grabbed their guns.  They began pissing.

Two guys pissed far enough to go over the edge of the patio.  Boyd held off.  When everyone else was done, he let go.  Not only did it go past the edge of he patio, but Boyd walked out and turned his cock up, then turned under the arch of his piss.  His piss stream went over his head, more than two feet over his head.  As his stream weakened, he turned his stream to the side and never got a drop on himself.  That got applause and cheers.  One of his opponents ran up and pushed Boyd's hand up so Boyd pissed all over himself.  The guy laughed.  Boyd turned his piss on the guy.  The guy tried to piss back, but was getting Boyd's piss in his face and could only get his up to Boyd's chest.  That started a huge piss fight with almost every guy yanking off their underwear and joining in.  The girls were laughing so hard they were laying down on the deck.  Boyd was squeezing of his stream and shooting guys in the face, finally he ran out.  Some guys, got him down and pissed all over him.  He was laughing his ass off.

Finally everyone was empty.  The brothers and pledges were covered in grass and mud and piss.  The three pledges were given the task of washing everyone down.  One held the hose while one soaped and rinsed the men.  The third dried them off.  Inside, the girls were so worked up that an orgy was about to get started.  Thomas reminded the guys of the rules, "No vaginal penetration in the house."  The house had a strict rule about that because of possible legal problem and pregnancies. It was and orgy of masturbation and oral sex.  

The bartender asked Boyd if he would give him a minute.  Boyd went with him to a quiet corner.

"Um....I....well, you're different than other guys and I never...did it....um........do you want to have sex with me?" he stammered.

"Wow, I thought your were the straightest guy at the party.  I was shocked when you told me you blew me.  I don't know, this is all kinda new to me.  I like guys and girls I think." Boyd didn't know how to answer.

"I never even looked at a guy before.  I don't know why, but you do something to me." the bartender said.

"What's your name?" Boyd asked.

"Gary Long." the bartender answered.

"Any relation to Mrs. Long?" Boyd asked.

"My mom." Gary said rolling his eyes.

"I thought you were just pledging like me when I saw you in her class." Boyd said.

"I was, but they didn't know I've posed for her classes for years."  I don't think they realized the connection.

"What's it like being naked in front of your mom?" Boyd asked.

"My dad was a male stripper when he met her.  She was a stripper to, working their way through college.  While I was growing up, it was not unusual to be naked around the house." Gary said.

"Cool.  You ever think of stripping?" Boyd asked.

"I did for two years, in gay bars." Gary said.

"And you never looked at the guys?" Boyd asked.

"Not really, it was all an act for money.  I don't understand my attraction for you.  Maybe it's because I got my face crammed in you butt crack and it was so clean and fuzzy that I didn't mind it at all.  I'd like to do it again.  I'd like you to fuck me the first time."

"I don't know if that would be okay with the brothers" Boyd said realizing he'd just been a pledge himself.

"Sure it would be okay with us." Thomas said overhearing the conversation.  "Come with me."

Boyd and Gary followed Thomas to a table where he gave them condoms and lube.  Then he pointed to the floor.  "Right here." Thomas said.

"I wasn't thinking about it being so public." Gary said.

"You're going to be doing it publicly for a month.  You might as well get started." Thomas said.

"Can he bare back me?" Gary asked.

"Why?" Thomas asked.

"Cuz I want to see what that shot of his would feel like." Gary asked.

"Have you both been tested?" Thomas asked.

"I have." Gary said.

"I was a virgin til tonight." Boyd said.

"It's up to you, just don't tell others.  I don't want it to become a problem." Thomas said.

Gary smiled at Boyd.  He wrapped his arms around Boyd.  "Can I kiss you?" he asked.

Boyd smiled.  They kissed.  "Wow, that was nice." Gary said.

"Yeah it was." Boyd agreed.

 Super Bottom meets The Butt Bandit

Butch Boinker lay around in his room one more time, horny as hell and no way other than jacking off to relieve himself.  He dreamed fucking someone, anyone.  His mind was buzzing around so fast he couldn't come up with a single fantasy to jack off to.  Finally, the thought of a hot man’s tight ass milking his dick dry got him aroused, but stroke as he might for hours, he couldn't cum.  He’d get so close. He could feel his balls draw up and squeeze over and over, but nothing.  He simply couldn't cum, and the more he tried, the more painful his balls got.  Suddenly, he jumped up, got dressed and rushed to the nearest bar. 

There he found hot men everywhere.  They danced hard and sweaty.  They’d take off their shirts.  They looked so sexy.  Butch’s brain went on overload.  Suddenly he found himself totally naked.  He stripped a guy down to nothing and rammed his big cock deep into his ass.  He hammered the guys ass right there in the middle of the bar with everyone standing around.  He shot his load up the guy’s ass. 

Realizing what he’d just done, he grabbed his clothes and ran.  When he got back in his car to drive away, he happened to look at the clock.  It was eleven thirty.  He was totally confused.  He’d left the house at eleven twenty and got to the bar at eleven twenty five.  He’d been in the bar long enough to order a drink.  How could he have fucked a guy in that short of a time?

He finished putting his clothes on and went back into the bar.  There was a small crowd of guys standing around a naked guy on the floor.  The guy was smiling like the Cheshire Cat.  His eyes were closed and he just lay on the floor humming happily.  The other guys were gathering his clothes from all around the bar.  One was trying to get his underwear off the mirror ball.

“What happened here?” Butch asked.

“Man, I don’t know.  One second, he was talking to some guy, then there was a loud pop and he was lying on the floor like this.  His clothes were flying all over the place.  It was like he exploded or something.  He must have at least a quart of cum leaking out of his ass.”

Butch watched as two guys tried to help the victim stand, but every five seconds, he’d shutter, his dick was fully hard, and he’d cum.  His balls were empty, but he’d had an orgasm anyway.  He would have felt sorry for the guy, but he was in total sexual ecstasy.  After a while, the guy came around, and the orgasms subsided.  He was able to get dressed and, with help, leave.

Butch was so confused.  That was the guy he thought he’d fucked.  That was the very spot on the floor he’d done it.  How could it have happened in the blink of an eye?  And how come no one saw him do it?

Butch walked out into the parking lot.  His friends were loading the victim into a car.  Suddenly the victim let out a howl and began shaking.  He had another orgasm.  Butch watched as the friends tried to get the guy in their car.  As they drove off, the poor guy let out another howl. 

Butch wasn't quite ready to go home yet.  He drove around aimlessly for a while.  He drove by a park.  There he saw a hot guy standing under a street lamp.  He stopped the car.  He wondered if the guy was a hooker or what.  The more he thought about it, the more aroused he got.  Suddenly he jumped out of the car and ran over to the guy.  He just began undressing the man.  He spun the guy around and rammed his cock deep inside him.  He fucked him mercilessly and shot his load up the guy’s ass.

When he was spent, he laid the guy on the ground and returned to his car.  When he looked back, the guy’s clothes were still falling all around him.  Butch watched for a while and saw the same silly grin on the guy’s face.  There was a steady stream of white goo dribbling out of the guys upturned ass.  Butch just watched or a while longer.  The guy finally stood up, but began to shutter.  He grabbed his dick and shot off a load immediately.  He staggered for a minute, then it happened again.  Over and over, the poor guy would shutter and cum.  He started to pick up his clothes but each time he reached for something, he’d cum again.  He staggered and collapsed, laid still for a minute then shook again. 

Butch drove home.  It was still just midnight.  He was so puzzled.  He couldn't make sense of the time line.  Finally, though, he went to sleep.  The next morning he turned on the news.  The big story of the morning, was about the vice cop that was found in the park, naked and unable to stop having orgasms.  When asked what happened to him, all he could say was, “I don’t know, but I hope it happens again.”  He looked intoxicated.  Then there was a story about another man whose friends had brought him into a hospital because the same thing was happening to him.  The doctors couldn't explain it.  They tried to examine the men but each time they touched the men’s rears, the men had another orgasm.

Follow up stories about the two victim said the orgasms finally stopped after three days. However, then asked about it, the men would just smile contently.

Butch, who was in the reserves, had to go on active duty.  All was normal for a while, but one night, a bunk mate walked in and took off his shirt.  Butch noticed the guys beautiful body.  The soldier saw him looking and made a derogatory comment.  Butch was embarrassed and angered.  He ran at the guy, knocking him to the floor.  He stripped the soldier and rammed his cock deep into the guy’s perfect ass.  When he came, the got up and returned to his bunk.  When he looked back at the guy, his uniform was still settling to the floor. 

Butch laid back on his bunk and just grinned.  Other soldiers came into the tent a minute later.  Butch pretended to be asleep.  The others teased the man on the floor.  When they asked him what he was doing on the floor, all he could do is say “I don’t know.”  Then he shuttered and came all over one of the guys.  A minute later he came again.  His fellow soldiers carried him to the medic.  Three days later, he came back to the tent.  He looked at Butch and smiled.  He didn’t know why?

By the time Butch got out, he and the guy were best friends.  The guy never quite figured out why he’d get a boner every time he was around Butch.  When Butch came home, he went to the bar.  He saw his first victim.  When the victim saw him, he smiled and got a big hard on.  He deserted his friend to talk to Butch. 

Butch was beginning to realize his power.  He could fuck anyone, anywhere, and no one would know.  Even in public, in broad day light, in the middle of a crowd, he could pick out a guy, strip him totally naked and fuck his lights out.  The guy would be left in a state of pure euphoria, with an ass full of cum, having orgasm after orgasm for days.

Butch went wild with his power.  Every time he saw a hot man, he’d strike.  Right in the isles of the supermarket, he hit one poor guy who was there with his girlfriend.  She told police, “All I heard was a pop and his clothes started falling all around me.  He was on the floor with his butt in the air, with that goofy smile.”

The police, though amused, were also concerned.  The only clue they had was an ATM photo that showed the Butt Bandit just as he approached a guy at the ATM.  It was happening more and more, and they had no idea how to deal with it.  Butch now could walk down the street and guys would smile at him everywhere.  Butch’s mind became twisted.  He wanted people to know what happened to the victims.  He started leaving them with a temporary tattoo on their ass.  It was a big BB.  The cops dubbed him the Butt Bandit.

Sam Bottoms discovered his talent at an early age.  A coach in middle school began harassing him about his complexion as well as just about everything else.  The coach told Sam to stay after school and he’d work with him on his physical awkwardness.  Instead, the coach took advantage of him.  Sam was raped.  The coach told him if he told anyone, he’d be called a faggot, and would have more trouble with the bullies than he already had.  While fucking him, the coach told he needed the sex so his complexion would clear up.  Sam knew he was full of shit, but he also knew if he fought or told, he was dead meat. 

He took it, and oddly found he liked it.  Soon, he was working his ass muscles to milk the man’s cock.  One day, when the coach was being extra brutal, ramming his cock in as hard as he could, Sam suddenly became fully aware that he had the power to grab the coach’s cock with his sphincter so hard that the coach couldn't pull out.  Then his colon took over milking the coach’s cock. The coach came, but couldn't stop cumming.  He had no control.  Sam was milking the life out of him.  The coach started to shrivel up.  By the time Sam finally let go of him, he looked like he was sixty five, he was only forty five.  He’d eventually recover, but he’d never get a boner again.

The coach thought he’d get back at Sam.  He convinced one of the worst bullies to rape him.  The bully caught up with Sam one afternoon after school.  They found him the next day, naked, still passed out under a tree.  He looked like he was sixty years old.  He to eventually recovered but was impotent from that day on.

Sam realized he’d have to learn to control sucking the life out of his victims.  He liked being fucked but didn't always want to damage the guy doing it.  He started practicing on dirty old men that trolled the internet looking for young, not quite legal boys.  Sam still looked young although the was almost legal age.

He left most of them only aged a little but unable to get a boner even with chemical help.  Finally though, he mastered his gift, and could give the guy the fuck of his life without damaging him.  He became very popular in the bar circuit.  He started working out and his skin cleared.  He became quite attractive.  He had to get out of the bars and start hiding his identity.  Every top he let fuck him fell in love with him.  He even had to move to another city.

News about the Butt Bandit was all over the place.  Guys were wearing metal briefs that locked to keep from being attacked by the mysterious villain.  If a guy had a nice butt, he was fair game for the bandit.  As many as six guys a day were being attacked.  The hospitals were full of men having dry orgasms.  Women were panicking.  Their boyfriends were being turned into bottoms.  Some still liked girls, but craved being fucked.  Some girls found using a dildo on them would keep them from straying, but some didn't like it, and lost their man to other men. 

Sam was getting desperate for a good fuck.  He walked around town in sagging jeans, commando, hoping the Butt Bandit would find him.  One day, he almost scored when the Butch passed him in the subway.  Butch noticed him, but had just hammered a guy on the train.  This was the fourth guy that day, and he wasn't ready for another yet.  He needed to store up some energy or he might be too slow and get caught. 

Butch followed Sam for a while but lost him.  Later that night, he went to the park to score another hot ass.  Sam was there.  Butch attacked, but Sam felt his penetration, and clamped down.  Butch screamed in pain.  Sam had nearly pinched his dick off.  Sam counter attacked.  His colon went to work milking Butch.  Butch came, and couldn't stop cumming. Sam sucked out two gallons of cum before Butch fainted.  Sam let go of his cock and blew out the massive load.  His belly cramped as the gallons of cum squirted out.  His belly went from bulging like a pregnant woman’s to flat perfect abs.

He picked up Butch and took him home.  Butch woke up shortly after they got there.  Sam jumped on him again.  He milked out another quart or two leaving Butch weak as a kitten.  Sam was spent to.  He fell asleep. 

Butch waited until Sam had gone to sleep for a while, and attacked again.  Sam was caught by surprise. Butch got in a good fuck and left Sam exhausted.  When Sam woke up, his ass was pulsing.  It wanted more.  Sam was happy as a kid at Disney Land.  He’d finally found his match.  Now all he had to do was convince Butch.

He went on a search again.  Butch was on the prowl to.  He hit three guys, but left totally unsatisfied.  He really wanted Sam, but he realized he’d never looked at Sam’s face.  He’d only seen his ass.  He walked for hours.  Down town, he passed a really hot guy leaning against a wall.  The guy had a beautiful face and an evil grin. 

Sam saw a guy looking at him.  Sam had barely gotten a look at the Bandit.  He’d worn a mask but it had fallen off during the wild fuck in the park.  Sam wasn't sure, but the thought this was him.  Sam turned and bent over.  His jeans hung low and flashed Butch four inches of crack. 

Butch attacked.  Sam clamped down on his cock, but Butch managed to pull out as Sam’s sphincter closed.  “You’re him.  You’re the guy.” Butch yelled.

“You’re the Butt Bandit.” Sam said.

“You ruined everything.  Now I can’t get satisfaction from anyone.” Butch complained.

“You can from me, unless raping guys is what gets you off.” Sam said.

“It’s not, It’s just fun.  Now it’s not fun anymore.  What did you do to me?” Butch asked.

“What did you do to me?  I need you now.  I can have any man alive, but I have to have you fuck me.” Sam said.

“What are we going to do?” Butch asked.

“I guess were going to have to get to know each other, and pray we like each other.” Sam said.

“I guess so.  You want to have dinner tonight?” Butch asked.

“You remember where I live?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.” Butch said.

“Come over about seven.” Sam said.

“I’ll be there.” Butch said.  He walked away, almost skipping with joy.  Sam rushed home to clean house.

The rest of the day, all they could think about was each other.  Both guys thought about how beautiful the other was.  Butch was getting hornier and hornier as the day passed.  So was Sam.  His but pulsed in anticipation.  As seven came around he lost interest in dinner.  All he wanted was his ass hammered by the Butt Bandit. 

There was a knock on the door.  “Come in.” Sam yelled.  Butch opened the door.  “I’m back here.” Sam called out.  Butch followed the voice.  As he walked back to the bedroom, His eyes popped when he say Super Bottom lying on the bed, ass up.  His clothes were still falling when he was deep in Sam’s ass.  They fucked for hours.  Sam milked Butch dry.  His own orgasms flowed like a water fall.  They stopped only long enough to clean up the mess.  Then they started again.  

By seven in the morning both were dry cumming.  By noon, they realized neither one had their super powers any more.  Sam and Butch were now just two normal guys who could totally satisfy each other.  They’d never need anyone else.

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