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Chapter 10 “Ave libidinem,” Daddy Scorpio chanted. He was dressed in his black robe and white loincloth again. I wondered how he’d managed to make his way across campus without attracting attention. Halloween was weeks away, after all. “Fratres, in cupiditate,” the Fraternity responded. I was hoping that it would be the last time I had to hear those stupid phrases. If all went according to plan, we’d have these guys by the short hairs. Then I would call my parents, give them the edited version of the story and sic my dad on this university. They wouldn’t know what hit them, and by the time it was over, I’d make sure that Dad made sure every single guy here was taken care of for life. “Prefect, has the Novice been dealt with appropriately?” asked Daddy Scorpio. I wondered if his speech was always this stilted; I couldn’t imagine his using such flowery locution when he was doing drills with the football team or during a pivotal game. “Deal appropriately with the opposing quarterback” wouldn’t have quite the same ring as “knock their QB on his ass!” “Yes, Father,” Mike answered him. I restrained myself from rolling my eyes and smirking with great difficulty. Truth was without him around the gang bang had been fantastically fun. When the guys were not under observation and trying to prove themselves to this stunted, shriveled excuse for a human being, they let it rip and just enjoyed me and themselves. So I had to be disciplined and not give anything away. We needed that film and I was going to make sure that there was no doubt that I was unwilling to be fucked by these old farts. “Then let us proceed to the Chapel of the Scorpion with our special guests,” Daddy Scorpio said. “Lead us there, Prefect. The rest of you may retire for the evening. You have done well.” The amount of pomp that Daddy Scorpio lavished on committing rape was ridiculous. Now it was Aaron and Aiden who helped me off the now cum-stained velvet throw, and arranged the black silk sheet around me. It called to mind a shroud, and I shivered. I couldn’t give way to fear, though I had to make it look as though I was defeated. A difficult balancing act. Mike led us through the kitchen to an unprepossessing doorway, down a narrow flight of stairs in silence (how on earth had they managed to get me down these steps while I was unconscious?) that opened into a spectacularly cluttered basement. A less than luxe location for the entryway to – what did they call it – oh, yeah, the “Chapel of the Scorpion.” I followed Mike to a tool bench against the far wall, and he grasped the handle of what looked like a rusted, disused shovel that no one in their right mind would bother with, and pulled it towards him. The entire wall including the tool bench swiveled open, and there was another long, narrow staircase. Mike turned on a dim light, and down we went until we were at the bottom, facing a black door that had the scorpion superimposed over what I finally recognized as a bio-hazard symbol painted in gold, echoing my sheet. There was a lock on the door that was operated with a keypad. I couldn’t see what code Mike punched in, but once the doors opened and Mike had flicked on the lights I recognized the space. The altar (what else could I call it) was directly in front of us. I continued to follow Mike and he helped me up on the platform and to shed the sheet, surreptitiously giving my arm a squeeze. Like everyone else, he folded the sheet with great reverence. I had plans for the stupid thing, something along the lines of using it to mop up the floors in the locker rooms. Or better yet, waiting for the next thunderstorm and throwing the sheet in a large mud puddle, then trampling it into the mud. I lay down in the same spot – someone had cleaned it up, the velvet was unstained, wondering where they’d hidden the camera. Maybe they’d managed to conceal it behind one of the tapestries, masquerading as a part of the design? Finally, I got my first good look at my quintet of rapists. All were in street clothes that they were rapidly shedding. One guy looked extremely fit – he had reddish-blond hair and a moderately hairy body. The other two were reasonably in shape, not spectacular. One was dark haired with a scattering of hair on his chest and arms, a smooth back and legs a very a nice butt, moderately hung. The other was very slim, with a narrow face framed by a head of salt-and-pepper hair and a surprisingly large dick, which he had emphasized by trimming his pubes. The fourth was gross. No other word for it. He had a belly that made him look as though he were in his ninth month, a sagging chest, and non-existent hips. I shuddered at the thought of having to be touched by him. The upside is it wouldn’t take much acting for me to appear unwilling. “All is ready, Father,” said Mike, his face a perfect mask, revealing nothing. “Thank you Prefect. Gentleman, honorary Brothers of the Scorpion, welcome. The Novice awaits our attentions. He has been well-used and will serve you however you choose. First is our esteemed Dean of Students.” The gross guy walked towards the velvet altar, a leer on his face. I steeled myself for what was probably going to be an ordeal. He knelt beside me, and ran his hands over my body. “Lovely skin,” he said in a low, rumbling bass. He began pinching my nipples roughly, which made me yelp and pull away. “That’s flesh and blood, you idiot,” I snapped before I could stop myself. Daddy Scorpio registered the scene without surprise. In fact, I could swear I saw a malicious smile flicker across his lips. “Now, now, boy. You wouldn’t want your college education to be over before it started,” he snarled. “I can make your time here pleasant or unpleasant it’s up to you.” Fuming, I lay back down. I was going to enjoy exposing this fucker to the light of day. He touched me again, my skin crawled and I let my revulsion show. I wished I knew where the camera was so I could make sure to play to it. Then again, maybe it was better that I didn’t. I endured his invading hands stoically; he went back to manhandling my nipples and I finally gave a little cry of pain. I heard Mike’s sharply in-drawn breath, and tried to telepathically communicate to him that he had to stay out of it. “You’re hurting me,” I said emphatically. “Yes, boy, I am. Because I can and I like it,” growled the Dean of Students. And his pitiful excuse for a dick was hard a dripping. Upside is I wouldn’t have to do much oral with him it looked like. In fact, I had to do none. He grabbed me, turned me on my side and scissored open my legs, taking my right leg over his shoulder, and then rammed his puny cock in my butt. Surprisingly it hurt. He rammed it in at a bad angle, and I shrieked as he started to thrust in and out of my butt. “It hurts, no, no, stop it,” I screamed, trying to move away. All right, it wasn’t as bad as I made it sound. But no one else would know that for sure unless I told them. My struggles and protests seemed to spur him on, and soon he was burying himself in me, and moaning as he ejaculated inside of me. “You were correct, Coach,” he said as he stood up. “One of the best butts I’ve had in years. I’ll see you next week in my office, Novice.” Don’t count on it, I thought to myself. “Next, the head of mathematics.” The slim man with the salt-and-pepper hair approached me. He knelt over my face, his dick pointing at my mouth, but as I opened it, he moved forward and lowered his ass over my nose. “Inhale,” he demanded. “I want to hear it.” This was well-worn territory as far as I was concerned, so I did as he asked. At least he wasn’t pinching or hurting me. “Deeper,” he said, and let more of his weight settle on my nose. Now I could hardly breathe, and he was less than perfectly clean. I tried to move my head to get some air, but he said “No, no, no, no, no, bad boy. You want to fail your first math class?” I stopped, and counted the nanoseconds until he finally moved his butthole over my mouth. “Lick,” he demanded, and I complied. “Yeah, boy, eat that ass.” He was beating himself off, and I wondered if I was going to get by without being fucked. He groaned with pleasure. “Nice mouth you have. I wish my wife would do this to me, and then I’d be able to fuck her.” “Penetrate our Novice, then,” said Daddy Scorpio. “His ass is better than any woman’s cunt.” “But I’m not gay, I just like having my ass licked,” the lead of the math department protested. “You will not be gay if you fuck the Novice,” said Daddy. “He is merely a hole for you to use, all the more so because your wife refuses to do her duty.” The dark-haired guy, who was jacking himself as he watched us said in a cultured British-sounding accent “Larry, don’t be absurd. There is a long and proud history of men fucking boys. In any household in ancient Rome the head of house was master of all, and everyone, including his children, were available for his sexual pleasure.” The man sitting on my face stopped beating himself off, moved off of my face, and said “Roll over, boy. Spread.” “Please don’t,” I begged. “I’m so sore, already.” “Shut up,” he yelled. “Do it, or else you’ll be in first year math for the next four years.” We were getting great footage. I hoped the damn camera was working. I made a great show of my reluctance, and then he was on me. He pressed his now-engorged dick against my ass, and then plunged the entire thing inside me in one stroke. His balls were up against me, and I felt my ass spasm painfully.” “Ow, you’re hurting me,” I screamed. “No, please don’t, please…” Larry, head of the math department, didn’t stop for a moment. If anything, his thrusts got harder. “You’re right, Ron,” he gasped. “I’ve never fucked anything like this. How do you like being fucked by a straight man?” he asked me. “It’s what you fags all dream about, right? Well your dream is going to come true a lot. You’re going to need special tutoring in basic math with me. One boy’s asshole plus his math professor’s dick equals how many shots of cum up your butt? Here it comes!” He rammed against me and pushed his dick as far inside me as he could. He was big enough that I could actually count the pulsations of his dick, nine of them. Then he collapsed on top of, knocking the wind out of my lungs. He kept thrusting in and out for a little longer, then stopped. He pulled out. Two down, three to go. “Roll over,” the man with the cultured accent said. I slowly complied, finally beginning to feel fatigued. He knelt over my face, and brought his dick to my lips. He turned out to be a grower rather than a shower; his dick was considerably larger than I thought at first glance. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. I did as the man asked. “No teeth, boy,” he said, and began to pump in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep breathing, but started choking on his dick. “Too big for you? The let’s try this,” he said, and pulled his dick out of my mouth, then pushed his balls against my lips. “Lick them, lick those goolies,” he said. I’d never heard the word, but worked out from the context what he meant and began to use my tongue on his nuts. “Very nice,” he said. “Lick behind them,” he said in that distinguished sounding British accent. Shakespeare and Milton must be rolling over in their graves. “Don’t stop,” he said, moving his butt forward and settling it on my mouth. His butt was entirely smooth, no hair at all. I licked him, and he settled onto my mouth. “That’s it, boy, that’s it. Lick me, eat my arse. Taste good?” He pulled back, and then took my legs over his shoulders. “Please, no,” I moaned, not having to act much. I felt sore all over. I tried to pull away. “Come now, is this the way to start your college career, being placed in remedial English? Won’t that look wonderful on your academic records, especially if you were to fail.” I stopped struggling, and he entered slowly, prolonging the agony. It burned, my hole felt raw. I whimpered, and felt tears stinging my eyes, then running down my temples onto the velvet underneath me. I started to cry. “My dick will make it feel better. And if it doesn’t?” he said with a malicious smile. “Oh, well. My pleasure is what’s important, and you need to guarantee it if you’re to have a chance at all of ever completing a degree.” He pushed all the way in; I continued to weep, sobbing for the camera. And for real. It was too much, I wanted it to be over, to be back in Mike’s room safely cuddled up with him in bed. I bet Aaron and Aiden would know what to do to ease the pain…maybe a warm bath? Some Advil… My thoughts were wandering, getting disorganized. The only thing that was keeping me from passing out from exhaustion was the pain as he pumped his cock in my ass. “Sweet little bum, you’ve got there boy. One of the best I’ve had in a long time, and I’ve fucked many a student in return for a passing grade, even when they were actually straight-A students. Being head of a department has many advantages, especially the constant supply of sweet little freshman boy bums to fuck.” His breathing was getting ragged, and his thrusts picked up speed, and then he gave an inarticulate cry and froze, his back arched. “There it is, chuffing my muck in your arsehole,” he moaned. “You’ll definitely need weekly tutoring. Perhaps more often,” he said as he pulled out. My legs more or less fell to the floor as he backed away. I turned onto my right side (the side I always sleep on) and curled into a semi-fetal position. The fourth horseman – head of the science department by process of elimination – came up behind me. He touched my shoulder, and I braced myself for the next assault. He planted a kiss where he’d just touched and I shivered. Then he curled up behind me, and started kissing my neck the way Mike and Carlos and Ike had. I began to uncurl and press back against him, and then realized how it would play on camera. I had to make it look as if he was as unwelcome as the three clods that had just finished abusing me. It didn’t matter if he actually knew – and cared about – how to make love. He was one of the enemy! I pulled away, which was harder to do than I wanted to admit, and flopped on my stomach. “Please no more,” I said. “I’m exhausted.” “That’s because they don’t know how to make love to a beautiful boy like you properly,” he said as he lay on top of me, and started to kiss the back of my neck. It took a lot of will power not to melt and welcome him. The physical pain wasn’t anything compared to the complete lack of tenderness that the other three had shown. “Just because you coddle the little sluts doesn’t mean we have to,” said the Dean of Students disdainfully. “Jealous, Gerald?” he inquired. “Some of us take care of ourselves, and know how to take care of a treasure like this one.” He began to kiss my ears, and I couldn’t hold back the little moan. “Your skin is like silk,” he murmured, his lips caressing the sensitive flesh. “And your ears are like delicate seashells, gorgeous and fragile.” Another moan slipped out of my mouth. This guy was going to ruin everything! He turned me over, and covered my mouth with his. He’d taken the trouble to brush his teeth or use mouthwash, his breath was fresh. After licking two assholes – literally and figuratively – I couldn’t imagine that my mouth was exactly a garden of earthly delights. His hands were stroking my chest, soothing the hurts that the Dean of Students had inflicted. He followed that with his mouth, gently and delicately using his tongue. I summoned up the rage that I felt at being used like a toy and on behalf of all my new friends who’d been similarly treated. It was the only way that my legs didn’t part of their own accord so that he could push inside of me. I had to keep saying no, and hope that the moans would look more like protests than surrender. “Which part of ‘no’ is hard to understand?” I gasped. “You might being saying no, but your dick is saying yes,” he said with amusement. Fuck, he was right. I was hard. He kissed his way down my torso, past my navel, nuzzling my hips until his mouth closed over my dick. I began to leak pre-cum as his head bobbed up and down. Even though the last three fucks hadn’t been optimal, they’d been massaging my prostate, and it wasn’t going to take much for me to cum. He pulled his mouth off of me just prior to the point of no return. I couldn’t decide if I was frustrated or relieved. His mouth moved to my balls, then he licked in the crease of my right thigh and my knees started to bend. Then he licked the crease of left thigh and my legs were bent up to my chest as he fastened his mouth on my asshole and began to literally suck the semen from inside of me. My back arched, and my eyes met Mike’s; he gave a slight nod, which I took as permission to let this man make love to me. He took my legs over his shoulders and pressed his erect cock against me, and I realized that he’d effectively removed most of the lube. The creep was going to fuck me dry, that was the point of all this kissing and caressing. He was actually the worst of the bunch. The others were open about it; he was just a liar. He began to push in; at first I gritted my teeth and then thought what am I doing? I screamed with the pain of his unlubed dick being pushed inside of me. There was likely more up inside of me – I’d been fucked for hours before this – but the entry was going to be hell. And I would make sure that was known. “You fucking prick!” I screamed at him, and spat in his face. “I like my boys tight,” he growled, and then rammed himself in past all resistance. I thought I was going to pass out. “Take it, you know you want it. You want to be used by a real man, not these dried-up husks or the little boys in the frat.” “You’re not half the man of any of them,” I shouted at him. “We’ll see about that,” he said, and he began to fuck me, taking long strokes – pulling almost all the way out and then shoving himself back in. Again, and again; screams tore out of my throat until I was hoarse. Just at the moment where I honestly thought I was going to split open for real, his thrusts sped up, and he pushed all the way in and bellowed. He was gasping for breath as if he’d finished running a marathon. Once his breathing had slowed, he pulled himself out none too carefully. “Definitely three sessions a week. Don’t come lubed, or you’ll lose half a grade.” All four had finished with me. Daddy Scorpio was up next…with that horrifying piece of hardware he wore on his cock. Oh, God.

Mathematically, no idea. Risk is less for tops, certainly, but not non-existent. If you're concerned, go to a clinic or your doctor and talk to them about PEP.

Sorry I haven't been able to add the next chapter. I won't be able to do much writing until the weekend. Until then, this is the Russian girl group I mentioned in Part 9. They were Eurovision contestants, hence the nonsense English lyrics, a tradition at that competition. Think ABBA. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQNYqhcHKPo

That's the only way to do it!

Thanks! I worried it was getting repetitive and boring...

Next chapter...very long. Hope no one minds. _________________________________ Chapter 1) Oh! I’ll make it easy honey I’ll take your money yummy I’ve got my bitches Standing up next to me So come and check it So come and check it So come and check it My bad ass spinning for you Watch out! “You realize the lyrics make no sense, right?” Aiden said, even as the three of us kept dancing. We were bored, so we had each picked favorite songs on YouTube using Aaron’s phone, made a playlist and were having our own little dance party in Mike’s room to the tinny sounds. I shrugged at Aiden’s observation, and kept singing along with the Russian girl group; just as the next verse came on, the door opened and Mike, Carlos and Ike walked in, and stopped cold, watching us gyrate. I danced over to Mike, continued to sing along while twerking up against him in a way that made Miley Cyrus look like a nun, moving on to Carlos and Ike. Only Carlos responded, letting his hands, wander over my torso and then kissing my neck and shoulders; Mike and Ike (rhyming friends) seemed not to know what to make of my performance. Keep on taking over you It’s kinda getting free Baby boy you know I still Got sexy freak in me Gotta tease you nasty guy So take it don’t be shy Put your cherry on my cake And taste my cherry pie Slow down Boy you don't wanna let me down You better stop you know what! Mike raised his voice to be heard, “Could you turn that off?” Aaron grabbed his phone and silenced it. “Ever hear the term ‘buzzkill’?” I asked Mike. “Does anyone ever have any fun around here?” “Hey, baby, you and I had lots of fun,” said Carlos, who came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me again. “There’s more to fun than sex,” I said. “You gotta be kidding,” said Carlos. I shook my head and continued, “This place is like a mausoleum. I thought frats were like funhouses. Don’t you ever watch stupid movies or play video games, or even Scrabble for heaven’s sake? It’s a good thing I’m here now. All we have to do is figure out how to ditch Daddy Scorpio, and then the good times can start rolling!” Mike said somberly, “Darren, we need to talk.” I swallowed hard. “Okay.” I couldn’t imagine what he was going to say, and I braced myself for the worst. And I’d noticed he’d dropped the nickname. “Hey guys, could you give us a minute alone?” Mike asked the others. “No!” I said. “They’re my friends, too, and whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of them,” I said, fearing the worst, whatever that was. Who was I kidding? I was afraid that Mike was going to break it off with me, and I wanted moral support. Mike sighed. “Okay. They all know what I’m going to say, anyway. Honey, we’re going to get you to a clinic and get you on PEP. Then you have to call your parents and tell them you were sexually assaulted, that you can’t stand it here and want to go home immediately.” It felt like he’d hit me in the solar plexus. “Why? I don’t want to leave, I like you guys. I’ve never felt like I really belonged anywhere before this.” Was I really turning down the chance to avoid HIV? Is this Stockholm Syndrome or something? “Sweetheart, it’s too dangerous now. You totally humiliated Coach in front of the entire fraternity. He’s not going to forgive that.” “All the more reason to ditch the bastard. There has to be a way,” I insisted. “Darren, please. Just do what I’m telling you to do.” “You can’t do this to me, Mike,” I said angrily. “You can’t bring me here, make love to me and then tell me to beat it. It’s not fair. It’s not right.” “He does have a point, Mike,” said Aaron, who stepped up next to me, and put an arm around my shoulders. Mike was clearly trying to control his temper and huffed out a breath. “I just want what’s best for you, Darren. I’m sorry about everything. If I’d really liked you, I should have never brought you into this mess.” “Well I am in this mess,” I shouted back. “And I won’t leave everyone here in the lurch. I mean, what are you going to tell Daddy Scorpio? That I vanished into thin air, even though I don’t have my clothes, any money or my phone? What’ll he do to all of you?” Mike and I were arguing like old lovers; it was as if none of the others were there. “That’s my problem,” Mike said. “It’s our problem, now,” I insisted. “And I’m not going to desert you or the others, I don’t care how scared you are about how you feel about me…” “I’m not scared of how I feel!” he interrupted. “Oh? Then explain it to me. We’ve got a chance to take that puffed up bully down and really be together, but you want me to leave. Let me call my dad, he’ll help us,” I pleaded. “And what exactly are we supposed to tell your father the lawyer?” Mike asked. “I got you into this. I gave you wine with “G” in it. I’m implicated, all of us are!” “None of that is your fault. It’s that freak who’s ruined everyone’s lives and I’m not going to let him get away with it.” “The law won’t agree,” Mike said with an air of finality. “Not if I don’t say anything about it. I’ll just say it was him.” “Darr,” Mike began wearily. “Mike, listen to me,” I interrupted. “Do you honestly think my parents are going to be satisfied with some vague story about being raped? They’ll insist on names and dates and places, and want to bring in the police and the school administration. It won’t work.” My argument forced Mike to pause for a moment. “There’s another possibility. The original plan,” began Ike. “No. No fucking way,” said Mike. “Will you let him finish?” Aiden said. “I bet Darren will do it.” Mike pressed the heels of hands to his forehead as if he had a headache. “Do what?” I said, feeling like things might be turning my way. Ike took a deep breath. “The original plan was that during the next phase of your initiation, we were going to make a little film. We’ve hidden a remote web cam in the Chapel of the Scorpion.” “Chapel of the Scorpion?” I said in disbelief. “The room where your initiation took place,” said Aaron. I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Okay – and…” I prompted Ike. “We tested it last night, and the images are primo,” said Carlos. “If we could get footage of the Coach and the Dean of Students and the heads of the main academic departments raping you, then we’d have real leverage.” “I’ll do it,” I said immediately. Mike took me by the shoulders. “Darr, we got word from The Father…” “Call him Daddy Scorpio, please,” said Aiden. “…he expects to go forward with everything, and that the next phase will take place at midnight as planned, and that you have to be punished. That means you’ll be bred repeatedly by the entire frat tonight until Midnight.” Okay, that was scary. Last night nearly killed me, and tonight it would be the same thing plus five more guys. At least the last five would be middle-aged. “Couldn’t the five of you just take turns?” I said, indicating everyone in the room. Mike grinned, but it died quickly. “No, Zetcher has his loyalists. They tell him everything.” “Will you stay with me?” I asked him, feeling my eyes sting. “Yeah. The Prefect is there for the whole fucking thing. That’s part of what I hate about this plan, having to watch you go through it. And The…okay, Daddy Scorpio will want his revenge. I don’t want to think about what that’s going to be like.” “If you’ll stay with me,” I said, tears starting to trickle down my cheeks, “I can do it. I have to. Otherwise he’ll take it out on all of you and it’ll be my fault. I can’t live with that. He won’t give any of you your meds, and then…” I couldn’t finish and started to cry. Mike held me close, and stroked my back making little shushing noises. “I told you he’d do it,” Carlos said, coming up behind me, and stroking my hair. “This guy has some serious cojones.” Mike sighed, held me close for a minute, and then said, “Okay. You want to do it in here?” “No,” I said, wiping my eyes. “I don’t want this room to be anything but a place for friends, someplace safe. Any reason I can’t set up shop in your living room? Just pull down the shades, put on some loud music, and lock the front door.” You’ll have to get cleaned up, too,” said Aiden. “Aaron and I will show you how and help you. Have you got the testosterone gel and the ‘communion libation’ Mike?” “Yeah,” Mike said heavily and sighed. “Let’s get ready.” The next hour was spent putting everything in place. I had to go through the humiliating experience of having Aaron and Aiden help me with what they called a shower shot, which I’d never even seen before. I comforted myself with the thought that they’d done it the night before when I was unconscious. At least this time I got to shoo them out of the bathroom once I understood how to use the stupid thing. And I didn’t have to go through what Aiden called “body sugaring” again – that’s how they’d removed most of my body hair, which had the added benefit of leaving my skin incredibly soft. Mike gave me the testosterone gel dispenser and showed me how to administer it. Then he gave me a glass full of something that tasted like salty lemonade. “Can you go first?” I asked. “I have to, it’s how the ritual goes. I have sex with my consort, and then offer you to the brothers.” I managed to smile. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” “You have to be convincingly unwilling for this to work,” Mike said. “Make it look like you don’t want it, but then give in.” There was a knock at the door. Mike grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips, then released me. “It’ll be fine,” I said not believing a word. “We’ll be together, that’s what counts.” That part was true, at least. Mike sighed, and stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand, then squared his shoulders. “Come in,” Mike said, sounding somehow official, like “THE” Prefect. It was Carlos and Ike; everyone was dressed in loincloths; I was naked, but Ike and Carlos carried the black silk sheet embroidered with the symbols of the fraternity. They draped it around me and, with Mike leading the way, escorted me out of the room. The rest of the house was dark, lit only with candles. “Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted. I heard the response coming from the stairway, “Hail to lust!” “Fratres, in cupiditate.” “Brothers in lust!” I stared straight ahead, trying to think myself into the role of having been put in my place, and now submitting to my “punishment.” I could smell the same overpowering incense and heard the bells chime in time with that hateful chant. The rest of the fraternity was on the steps, lined up on either side. We had to go single file due to lack of space, and I could feel hands plucking at the silk sheet, grabbing quick feels of my ass. I cringed away from the grasping hands, not needing to act the part of someone who is a sacrificial offering in a bizarre ritual to a cruel deity. It was a long and grisly gauntlet, that procession down the stairs. Finally we made it to the first floor, and entered the living room; the chanting stopped abruptly. What had been a casual, cheerful space was transformed by candlelight into a cavern in which monsters potentially hid in every shadow. Maybe it would be dark and noisy enough so that I could pretend I was alone with Mike at the start. All the furniture had been pushed to the walls except for a mattress in the middle of the room which was covered with a black velvet throw. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at how ludicrous this all was, but it was part of how that evil man controlled these guys: rituals, rules, punishments. And, of course, the medications that kept the virus at bay so that we could stay alive. Carlos and Ike walked me to the mattress, and then took the sheet off of me, both of them managing to conceal comforting pats on my arms. I turned to face the fraternity. “Brothers,” said Mike in his Prefect’s voice. “It time for us to share my consort again, to consecrate him as a Son of the Scorpion.” That was the cue to start the music, and guitar-driven rock blared through the room. Mike shed his loincloth and then pushed me on to the mattress. Aaron came towards him, holding some kind of tray. Mike took something out of it, knelt between my legs taking my knees over his shoulders and inserted something that felt like an ice cube into my ass. I gasped as it went in me, and then began to melt quickly as it warmed to body temperature. He leaned over on to kiss me, and whispered under the cover of the music “It’s a cum cube with contributions from everyone in the house. It makes great lube.” I hadn’t even thought about lube. Mike kissed me again, then rose on his knees, turned his back on me and straddled my face. He gradually lowered himself, carefully placing his butthole over my nose. I inhaled Mikes’ strong musky odor as I was supposed to, but then remembered my role and pretended to pull away. He reached down, as he had earlier that day (was it really the same day?), and pulled my head more securely against him and pushed his butt in my face. I struggled a little longer before I began the ritual as I remembered it. After doing it 21 times including Daddy Scorpio, it was hard to forget. I kissed his butthole with delicate, teasing touches, gradually adding my tongue, moved to licking, and finally inserted my tongue inside Mike’s rectum. I could tell he was getting very aroused, and it was hot with him, I had to admit. It was the guys I didn’t know that worried me. He turned and brought his erect dick to my mouth, and again I made a show of refusing, finally capitulating and opening my mouth to suck and lick his enormous cock and balls. Then he roughly pulled my legs over his shoulders and made it look as if he was driving himself in me in one hard thrust – he had his hand around his dick, so he only went part of the way in on that thrust. The darkness made it possible to preserve the illusion as he drew back, and then slowly thrust in me, the slippery cushion from the melted cum cube easing the way. I wanted to just relax and enjoy it – I swore my eyes were rolling back in my head – but made a decent show of resistance until he began to seriously fuck me, at which point I decided I could pretend that he’d “won” and I’d capitulated. I figured it would help if I shouted; even if no one could hear the words, they’d hear my voice and fill in the blanks. “Take me, make me yours, give me your charged load, I want your toxic cum!” Mike leaned over to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “You’re doing great. Even I almost believed you didn’t want it at first.” He began pounding against me more strongly, and said “Darr, I love fucking you, it’s like we were made for each other…here it comes…” And then he howled so loudly we could all hear him over the music, “Ave libidinum!” Ike was up next, just like last night. I guessed there must be some kind of seniority at work, but now was not the time to ask. This time he followed the exact ritual, kneeling over my face and pushing his big, black muscular ass in my face. I inhaled – he was actually pretty clean – and then began to kiss and lick him. He brought his dick to my mouth and had me lick it and then lick his balls. After having me pay tribute to his thick dick, he was taking my legs over his shoulders, and pushing inside of me. “Oh,” he groaned into my ear. “Darren, got to spend some more time with you. I spent today in meetings while Carlos and Mike got to fuck you.” His thrusts started to speed up. “Love the way you lick my ass and love how your warm, tight hole squeezes me. And I love dicking sweet little white pussy boys like you,” he said. “Feel my dick inside you? You like how it feels?” “Yeah,” I breathed in his ear. “Harder.” Was I supposed be resisting him still? I didn’t care, it felt too good! His thrusts began to gain more force. “Me, Aaron, Carlos, Aiden, Mike and you should move in together when this is all over so we can do it all the time. And you should come visit my family in South Carolina. I got some cousins who would love to fuck you, too. They’ve all got cocks like mine or bigger, they’ll go crazy for your tight little boy cunt.” His talk of sharing me with his big-dicked relatives excited both of us, and he began to breathe hard and rammed against me shouting, “Ave libidinum!” He collapsed on top of me, his heartbeat thrumming through my body. I could feel his dick throb inside me against that hotspot inside my butt and I was coming hard myself. I hoped that no one would notice, or if they did that it wouldn’t blow my cover, pun intended. He exhaled hard, gave me a wet, open-mouthed kiss and said, “I have more for you,” and started to thrust in and out again. “Your hot little hole needs more of my cum, and I haven’t shot a load since last night.” Five loads if I was going to be a stickler for details, but now was not the time to quibble. “Are you always this energetic?” I asked him over the din of the music. Screw it if anyone heard me. “I can usually come a couple times,” he shouted back, “but when I’m really turned on, can do four or five in a row. Guess you turn me on,” he finished and grinned. It became a replay of the night before, except that it felt awesome for me. I wondered what was in the “libation” Mike had given me. If it was making the fucking so good with him and now with Ike, it should be patented. Four loads later, Ike stood and faced the crowd, raised his clenched fists and shouted “Ave libidinum”; the response “Fratres, in cupiditate” was loud enough that I could hear it over the clashing electric guitars and percussion pouring out of the speakers. Next was a surprise – Aaron stepped up on the platform that was acting as the sacrificial altar, and knelt over my face. I followed the ass and cock worship ritual with him – his butt was totally clean, very hot and sweet. Then he was taking my legs over his shoulders, and pushing his not inconsiderably sized dick inside of me. “My turn,” he said, as he started pumping his dick in and out. “So much fun to trade loads with you,” he said, “especially since you’ve got the yummiest butt. I like how it tastes and so does my dick. It’s drooling because it’s so tasty.” He began to fuck harder; I reached around and stroked his balls, hoping it wouldn’t be too far out of character. I was supposed to resist at first, then enjoy it right? Sooner or later I had to vary the routine, or everyone would realize this was part of a con job. And then, they might warn Daddy Scorpio, and the plan would be ruined. “Fuck me harder,” I said. Then I grinned and quoted, “I’m not made of glass. Drop that poz load in my neg ass!” That was it for him, he went crazy really banging my butt and then pushing all the way in and moaning as he contributed to my already full butt. I could feel the cum loads starting to drip out of me. I hoped the velvet throw under me was machine washable. “You’re one hot piece,” Aaron said, and kissed me. “We have to do this again, maybe a three-way with Ike where you and I switch off being in the middle.” That sounded really appealing at the moment. Being gang banged wasn’t bad. In fact, it seemed to be feeding my not-so-inner “bitch in heat.” The more I got, the more I wanted. Another surprise followed – Carlos and Aiden, together. Both gave me an open-mouthed kiss, followed by their kissing one other. Aiden sat his muscled ass on my face before Carlos; I wondered if that was against regulations, but decided that wasn’t my problem. While I sniffed and kissed and licked, I could feel Carlos between my legs. He pushed his half-hard dick against me, and rubbed his dick in the semen that was leaking out of me. From what I could tell, he was simultaneously sucking Aiden’s dick. After a few minutes of that, Aiden turned around and pushed his dripping dick into my mouth, while Carlos rimmed his ass; all the while, I could feel Carlos’ huge cock getting harder. Aiden’s balls were rising and I could taste his pre-cum; he pulled out, and smiled down at me past his pecs and six-pack abs – he was a hot little muscle guy for sure. “Saving it for your butt,” was what I thought he said from a combination of lip reading and the little bit I could hear. That proved to be correct when he and Carlos switched places. Now Carlos’ smooth, round body-builder’s butt was over my nose, then pressed hard against my lips, his back towards Aiden, who lifted my legs and plunged his hard cock into my well-lubricated asshole. Aiden’s thrusts were urgent and hard from the start; he whaled away on my butt and then slammed into me and froze in place as he unloaded inside of me. Carlos pulled back, and spoke directly into my ear, “He loves watching me have my ass eaten. Now it’s my turn again for your sweet little pussy hole.” Even well-lubricated and having been fucked by four guys Carlos’ dick was still something of a challenge. I thought it’d be easier after he’d fucked me a couple of times earlier, but that wasn’t the case. His cock felt extra hard; maybe it was because from what I could see, Aiden was licking his ass and balls while Carlos fucked me. Carlos was bent over me, kissing and licking my lips and nose, which made me remember his dirty talk earlier about loving the taste and smell of his own ass on my face. It was like a switch being thrown: I joined in Carlos’ rhythm and his huge, thick dick was massaging another load out of me, just when I figured I was completely drained. When I started to cum, he picked up his own pace. “Baby, your butt is squeezing the cum out of me!” He was pummeling me, his balls slapping against me, and then he gave three hard thrusts, froze and growled into my ear, “You’ve got the hottest little ass I ever fucked. You make me into an animal, I just want to use you again and again.” I hoped no one was listening. “That could be arranged,” and we shared another kiss. Then up stepped a stranger, though since he’d been part of the previous evening, I couldn’t really maintain we were unacquainted. Even in the dim light I recognized his smooth, white skin and red hair, put it together with Aiden’s and Aaron’s comments, so I greeted him, “Hey McCloskey.” He paused. “How do you know my name? There wasn’t time yesterday or today.” “Uh, your reputation precedes you,” I answered. He grinned, then turned and settled his butt on my face. Hours later, I felt as if I’d been fucked by the U.N. I’d gotten a good swath of the U.S., South America, a Mexican, someone who appeared to be from India or Pakistan, a lanky African guy with a runner’s physique (who confided that he needed to fuck a lot so that his dick didn’t get in his way when he did marathons), either a Frenchman or a French Canadian, and another black guy with a huge dick and the music of the Caribbean in his voice. A few of the guys towards the end seemed to be aiming to hurt me, but the copious lube and prior fucking made their efforts largely wasted. I tried to act the part, though, figuring these were the “loyalists” that Mike had mentioned. The music was shut off, and I heard the front door open. In the dim candle light, I could make out Daddy Scorpio, who had four other middle aged men with him. Mike grabbed my hand, his grasp reassuring. Showtime.

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New chapter! Finally. I had to edit a lot... _________________ Chapter 8 There was a distant knocking sound that was getting louder. I tried to get out of bed, but I was held in place by…Carlos. He’d fallen asleep too; we were on our sides, his dick still inside my butt, his arms and legs wrapped around me. “Hello?” I heard a voice say through the door. “Anyone home?” I made a face and yelled “Just a minute.” I sat up and nudged Carlos. He stirred a little but didn’t wake up. “Carlos,” I hissed. “WAKE UP!” “Wha…huh? What’s wrong, baby?” Carlos said, blinking sleepily, and pulling me back down. The knocking at the door resumed. “Someone is here to see us, apparently,” I said. “Can’t you tell them to go away? I wanna fuck you again.” “That’s probably not a good idea right now,” I said dryly. “Oh, man.” He pulled out of me, and his dick was still hard as a rock. “I guess they were thinking of you when they invented the word ‘tireless’.” “No, Darren. The words ‘el semental’ were invented for me.” I looked confused, and he pulled me close for a kiss. “It translates as ‘a stud’ in English.” I laughed at his macho cockiness. This was a boy for whom confidence was not in short supply. “Carlos, get your cock out of his ass and get your ass out of that bed and open this door!” I heard a voice – Aaron’s? – shout through the door. He got out of bed, didn’t bother to cover up, and threw the door open without trying to hide his state of arousal. “Yeah, what do you want? We were kind of busy getting to know each other.” “We can see that,” said Aaron as he walked in followed by Aiden. Both seemed unembarrassed and unsurprised. “So this is your method of protecting him? If anyone tried to get in the door you were going to dick them to death?” “Darren needed a little TLC, that’s all.” “And you were more than happy to give it to him, I see.” “Having fun?” asked Aiden with a suggestive grin. “You deserve it after last night. And after basically throwing The…no, I like your name better…Daddy Scorpio out on his ear.” Aiden started to laugh uncontrollably, and choked out “You were incredible!” “See, now what did I tell you baby?” Carlos said to me. I smiled, and looked to the door expectantly. Where was Mike? Aaron, interpreting that look correctly, said, “Mike’s downstairs. They’re all still discussing and arguing.” “So you decided you had to come and interrupt our nap?” Carlos said. Aiden smirked. “You don’t look particularly ready for sleep, sweetheart. And I think Darren could use a break.” “And Mike said he needs you to come down now so he can brief you, and then you can argue with him, too.” Carlos made a face. “Fuck.” “You already have – a couple times,” I added, straight-faced. He gave me a lecherous grin, sighed, and began to pull on his clothes over his now-subsiding hard-on. I arranged the sheet to cover myself better; since Aiden and Aaron were clothed, I felt a little underdressed. Carlos looked at me and said, “Here, baby,” handing me his t-shirt. It was large enough that it hit just at the tops of my thighs. I loved the feel of the soft knit, and that it smelled like Carlos; it was like wearing a security blanket at a time when I needed to feel safe. “You know, you don’t have anything we haven’t already seen up close and personal, honey,” Aaron quipped. I scowled at him. Carlos stopped as he was going out the door. “Wait a second. Who’s gonna stay here with him?” “We are, don’t worry about it. I’d say the two of us are equal to one of you,” teased Aiden. Carlos snickered. “It’d take about 10 of each you.” “Will you get out of here already?” Aaron said. “Mike – our Prefect – is waiting, and there’s serious stuff to consider.” I gulped at that bit of news. “Is there a bathroom I could use?” I asked. “Sure, just down the hall,” Aiden answered. “I’ll walk you there,” said Carlos, putting his arm around my shoulder. “You’re not coming in with me,” I said flatly. “But…” he started. “You can check the room in case someone is hiding in the bathtub, the medicine chest or a drawer. And then you can stand guard outside, if you insist.” A few minutes later Carlos walked me back to Mike’s room, gave my ass a squeeze, kissed me quickly but thoroughly and said “See you later,” as he headed downstairs – still shirtless. Everyone would probably interpret that, accurately, to mean that we’d spent the past few hours having sex. “I don’t know where our manners are,” said Aiden. “Do you want anything else to eat or drink? I’ve got some snacks and Gatorade or bottled water in my room.” “Water would be great,” I said. “Better bring the Gatorade, too,” Aaron said. “He needs to replenish after that clean out The…I mean Daddy Scorpio ordered for him last night.” “Oooh, yeah. I have some yogurt, too,” Aiden said as he left. The two of them were clucking over me like mother hens over a chick. I wondered what “The Father” would say about that. Aiden returned shortly with his arms full of yogurt, a bag of chips and a jar of salsa, some string cheese, chilled bottles of water and Gatorade. “What did you do, rob a convenience store?” Aaron said, sitting on the floor and motioning me to join him. “No, emptied my mini-fridge. I figured we could have a little party to celebrate the beginning of the end of the reign of terror of Coach Zetcher, aka Daddy Scorpio.” “Reign of terror?” I echoed. “Well, what would you call it?” said Aiden bitterly. “You’ve seen what it’s like. We’re all okay around here until HE shows up and starts ordering everyone around. You’re the first person I’ve ever heard tell him to go fuck himself.” “How did you do it?” asked Aaron asked. “What do you mean how?” I queried him. “I opened up my mouth and told him what I thought of him.” “Were you scared?” Aiden said. “You didn’t look it.” “No, I royally pissed. Mike and I had just finished having incredible sex, and we don’t even get a minute before that baboon with a Napoleon complex barges in and starts yelling at Mike for taking care of me. Come to think of it every time I have sex in this room, someone seems to have to enter immediately,” I said with a grimace. Both Aiden and Aaron rolled back laughing uncontrollably. “Baboon…with…a Napoleon…complex,” Aaron managed to say between guffaws. “Too funny! So what exactly did you say to get rid of him?” I repeated our back-and-forth as best I could remember it. Aaron stared at me. “You called him and old man? Oh. My. God. I bet he didn’t like that.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Daddy Scorpio constantly works out, takes testosterone, and I think gets Botox trying to convince everyone he’s still young. Did you notice he only fucked you once, and it took a whole night of watching everyone else bang you to get him hard enough to do it? You hit him way below the belt.” “Who cares what that asshole thinks? All we have to do is go to the administration and tell them what’s going on here, and I’ll tell my dad if they don’t do something.” Both Aiden and Aaron looked uncomfortable. “It might not be that simple,” said Aaron. “What do you mean?” I asked. “He’s head coach of the football team, and around here that pretty much makes him God, except when he’s more powerful than God,” Aaron said. “I still don’t follow you.” “You don’t think he gets away with this because no one in Administration knows, do you?” Aiden asked. I was appalled. “You can’t mean…” “Yep,” Aaron said. “Usually the next step in an Acolyte’s initiation is a ‘ritual’ with the Dean of Students and the heads of the math, science, English and humanities departments.” “What?” “How do you think Zetcher keeps new ‘recruits’ in this house, away from medical help until they convert? The old pervs who head those departments are either gay or stuck in bad marriages. Coach offers them a boy to have any kind of sex they want, and in return they make sure that you’re always marked as having attended class. They each bring your ‘homework,’ which is both class work and they get to fuck you some more. Once you’ve converted and it’s too late to get PEP you can leave the house.” I felt dazed and horrified as I tried to digest this. “Sucks, doesn’t it?” said Aiden. “This shit isn’t right,” I said. “We’ve got to do something.” “Darling, that’s what they’re arguing about downstairs,” Aaron said. “Mike had some plan or other, but after that scene with Daddy Scorpio it was kind of moot.” I slumped, and put my head in my hands while damning my big mouth. “This isn’t feeling like much of a party,” said Aiden. “Don’t worry about it so much.” “Carlos said I think too much.” “That sounds like my boy.” “Your boy?” I echoed. “You mean…” Aiden nodded. “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have slept with him.” Aiden burst out laughing. “No one is really exclusive around here, like Mike said. I share a room and bed with Carlos but we don’t own each other. It’s not like we’re married.” As if to prove his point, Aiden pulled me close and kissed me full on the mouth. I was taken completely by surprise. “Yep, Carlos gave you the whole treatment, didn’t he? I can taste him on your lips.” I felt thoroughly embarrassed. Aaron leaned over and kissed me, then said “Yep, that’s Carlos all over him. Wow, he really must like you.” Aiden lowered his voice. “You know, he’s not exclusively a top.” “Really?” I said, finding it hard to believe. “As much as that boy is into having his ass played with? When he gets drunk, he’s pushing his butt up against my dick begging me to fuck him. Sometimes I encourage him to drink just so I get to do it to him. His ass is a hot fuck, tight because he doesn’t take it all that often.” I was flummoxed by their sexual frankness and matter-of-fact attitude. Maybe I wasn’t as sophisticated as I thought. “So Acolytes aren’t always on the bottom?” “Only if that’s what they want. Depends,” said Aaron. “Ike isn’t up for getting fucked, but I’ve done it with some of the other Acolytes.” “And that three-way we had with Carlos one of the nights he got plastered,” Aiden said, and they both laughed. “Aaron had to help me get him to bed, and suddenly he was moaning and pushing his ass against his crotch.” “That was some night,” Aaron said reminiscently. “We took turns, one of us in his mouth, the other in his ass.” “So what about you?” Aiden asked. “Are you an exclusive bottom?” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve never tried it. I was an anal sex virgin, remember? That was one of the ‘qualifications’ to pledge for this frat.” “You’ve never…?” “Nope.” Aiden and Aaron looked at each other. “Well, you have to lose that virginity, too,” said Aiden, and he began to strip off his polo and khaki shorts, while Aaron took off his skinny jeans and t-shirt. I was a little shocked. “Guys, you really don’t have to…I mean, I’ve already cum three times today.” Aaron was pulling Carlos’ t-shirt off of me. “Don’t worry about that, just leave it to us. And haven’t you noticed you’re feeling unusually horny?” “Yeah,” I answered, as Carlos’ t-shirt was pulled over my head. “He rubbed testosterone jelly all over you after your cleansing, and we all use it too. But we think he sneaks Viagra or Cialis or something into the our drinks. In your case, he might have got it into you during the colon cleanse somehow.” Aiden started stroking my dick and playing with my balls, while Aaron kissed me on the mouth. Surprise, surprise, my dick was responding. Then Aaron made his way down my neck to my nipples; Aiden took my dick in his mouth. It was incredible. And it was torture. “Stand up,” said Aaron. I was puzzled, but did it. Aiden started sucking me again, and Aaron parted my ass cheeks and began kissing and licking my ass. I gasped, and my back arched. The last time I’d felt this was during phase one of my initiation while all the Acolytes were taking turns rimming me and having me rim them. Daddy Scorpio wouldn't allow me to cum, just had them keep me at the edge. Aiden stroked my balls while his head moved back and forth, and Aaron was sticking his tongue inside of me. I could feel my balls start to tighten, and that’s when Aiden pulled his head back and stopped sucking me. “Aiden,” I said, frustrated and irritated. “I want you to come in my ass,” he said. He grabbed Mike’s Vaseline and put some on my dick, and then put a little on his hole. “Not too much lube,” he said. “It’ll be tighter and feel really good.” Aaron had not stopped licking my butt hole while this was happening, and my cock felt like it was going to shatter if I didn’t cum soon. “Aaron, let’s move to the bed,” Aiden said. “His ass is yummy, full of cum,” Aaron said. “It’s a Carlos/Mike cocktail,” he said, laughing at his own pun. Aiden moved onto the bed, and crawled towards the head, positioning himself on all fours. I got up behind him, and began to penetrate. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I thought of Mike and Carlos using the word “velvet” and that described it perfectly: warm, soft and accommodating. Then I felt Aaron’s tongue on my ass while he was simultaneously stroking my balls. I let out a little shout, and started pumping my dick in and out of Aiden’s sweet ass, seemingly of their own accord. “Oh, yeah,” said Aiden. “Fuck me, you’ve got a really nice dick, the perfect size. You’re hitting my prostate, it feels amazing!” “Your ass is amazing,” I groaned. “This feels awesome. Aaron, don’t stop, but just tickle my balls really lightly.” Aaron immediately did as I asked, and the feeling of power was like an aphrodisiac. My thrusts got faster, and I could feel the cum welling up through my cock. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, and Aaron started sucking really hard on my asshole, and his fingers went crazy, stroking between my balls and asshole and sweeping up to tickle the shaft as I thrust against Aiden and then felt myself throb and pulse inside him. Aiden shouted and started to cum himself; the feeling of his sphincters squeezing my dick shaft rhythmically prolonged my orgasm to the max. Finally, we both finished, and I planted a kiss on Aiden’s shoulder blades. “Wow,” I said. “Incredible,” and I carefully pulled out. My dick was still hard from the intense stimulation. “Yeah, it’s great without a condom,” said Aiden. “Nothing else like it.” “Okay, my turn,” said Aaron, who traded places with Aiden, except he lay on his back, and threw his legs into the air. “Come on in, Darren,” he said, and made his asshole twitch in invitation. I took his legs over my shoulders the way Mike and Carlos had taken mine, and Aaron’s hand was on my cock, guiding me to his butt hole. “I don’t know if I can cum again,” just as Aiden started licking my ass and balls. I felt my still sensitive dick twitch, and I pushed it in Aaron’s butt. “Wait, don’t you want any Vaseline?” I said, just managing to hold off from ramming my dick in his warm, sweet ass. “Don’t need it. You’ve still got some on your dick, along with your own cum and who else fucked you this morning, Aiden?” Aiden stopped licking but his fingers didn’t stop caressing my balls. “McCloskey,” he said. “Baby doll, you’ve got a thing for redheads,” Aaron said. “So you’re plenty lubed. I love having other guy’s cum fucked into my ass,” he said seductively. “Don’t hold back, honey, start pumping!” I began to fuck his ass, trying to go slowly, but unable to hold back with Aiden’s tongue driving me on, and Aaron’s ass and words encouraging me. “That’s it Darr,” Aaron panted. “Harder, I can take it, I’m not made of glass. Fuck me, drop that neg load in my poz ass,” he urged as he beat himself off in time with my rhythm. The poz talk turned me into a piston, and my thrusts went wild. I was out of control, my balls slapping against Aaron, and Aiden’s tongue going from the bottom of my balls to the top of my ass and back, over and over. I could feel the eruption of cum start at the base of my penis, and then it was on me, another mind-blowing orgasm as I unloaded in Aaron’s butt. Aaron started to shoot just a second after I did, and his ass spasmed around my dick, squeezing every last drop of cum out of me. I kind of collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, and our mouths found each other, and we kissed deeply while the intense pleasure subsided. I really wasn’t a virgin now…

This story is so hot! Gets me going every time...

(B)Readers, Sorry not to have posted the next chapter. I'm having a little trouble working it out to my liking, and I'm having a ferocious couple of weeks. Hopefully I can do bits and have something up in a few days. Thanks for the feedback and encouragement. It really helps.

I appreciate that, thanks! Great,thanks! Question: are the Spanish phrases idiomatic? I confess I'm searching on Google, and lifting things from dictionaries.

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I hadn't really planned on this, but I thought everyone would enjoy more of Carlos and Darren... ________________________ Chapter 7 “Okay, open up the hangar, the jet in coming in for a landing,” said Carlos in a sing-song voice. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I was sitting with him wrapped around me on the bed, and he was trying to get me to eat my bagel. “You gotta eat something, sweetie. You’ll feel better if you do, trust me.” I heaved another sigh and grudgingly opened my mouth and took a bite out of the bagel. The minute the combined smoky taste of the salmon mixed with the slightly tart flavor of the cream cheese and the silky texture hit my tongue, I was ravenous. I chewed and swallowed. “Okay, you win. I’m hungry, I’ll eat.” “Good boy,” he said, and held up the bagel to my mouth. I reached for it, and he snatched it away, holding it above his head out of my reach. “Hey!” I said. “Let me feed you,” he murmured against my ear. “I feel silly.” “Good, you need to relax and let me take care of everything, okay? And I think it’s fun to feed you the way I do my nephews back home.” “Where is home?” I asked after I’d taken another bite of bagel, chewed and swallowed. “Argentina,” he said with a thoroughly authentic accent. “I was born in the USA, so I’m a citizen. My dad’s job brought him here for a year, just before Mom was set to deliver. I ended up living here most of my life, but I go back and visit a lot.” I reached for the orange juice, but he easily pinned my arm to my side, picked it up, and held the straw to my lips. “Suck,” he said, and I could feel his dick jump against me. I took a sip, and then he said “And if you’re a real good boy and finish all your breakfast, then I’ll give you some lechada de semen for dessert.” “Ha-ha,” I said. Carlos nuzzled the side of my neck. “You know Spanish?” “I’ve picked up a word or two growing up, and you used a version of one of them.” “Where are you from?” “New York.” “What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere? New York would be an awesome place to live, and there are so many schools to choose from.” “My parents wanted me to go someplace safer, so they wouldn’t have to worry about me. That worked out really well, didn’t it?” Carlos was silent, and then kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry.” “I’ll enjoy saying ‘I told you so’ to them.” He laughed and gave me a hug. “Okay, gotta finish your juice, your sandwich and all the coffee.” It was comforting to be with Carlos, to have him petting and pampering me. Oh well, if Mike decided he didn’t want me as his “consort” anymore, Carlos would probably be happy to be with me. My eyes stung; it was fortunate that I wasn’t facing Carlos. I liked him, but it just wasn’t the same as it was with Mike. What was I going to do? The situation was insane. Mike had been the one to seduce me, get my guard down and deliver me to that beastly initiation last night. And here I was, pining for him, wishing that he was feeding me breakfast and making bad puns about milk and semen and food. When I’d finished the rest of my breakfast (Carlos insisted on feeding me every bit) he said, “Okay, buen chico, it’s time for dessert.” He shifted so that my back was to him and wrapped his legs around and arms around me, and started planting soft little kisses on the side of my neck. I leaned back into him so that he had better access to the sensitive skin, and shivered and squirmed a little at the gentle, teasing touch of his lips. “You’re fidgeting again,” he whispered, and tightened his hold on me. He was starting to sprout a hard-on – I could feel it against my lower back. “It gets me really hard when you do that, and you make those little noises in your throat.” I twisted around to look at him. “What little noises?” He grinned at me. “Hot, you’re so into it you don’t even realize what you sound like.” He demonstrated some little gasps and moans. “Ugh, how embarrassing,” I said. “It’s cute. Like you.” He kissed my shoulder. “You have the softest skin. And you’re just the right size, you feel so good in my arms, baby. Let me make love to you again. It’ll cheer you up.” I froze. “What makes you think I need cheering up?” “I know you’re upset. It’s a lot to take in all at once.” Underneath the macho posturing and slightly goofy sense of humor, Carlos was a sensitive, perceptive romantic. If I hadn’t met Mike, I would have been thrilled to be with him. “You think too much,” he breathed against my ear. “Stop thinking and just feel…” He turned my head and touched his lips to mine. It was an awkward angle, but it made my heart skip a beat. He eased me back over one of his massive thighs, and soon was on top of me, without having ever broken the kiss. His tongue pushed through my lips, tasting, savoring, then plundering with a suggestive in and out motion. I was aware of the little noises I was making this time in response to his kisses. Soon it started to heat up between us as we kissed more and more deeply, our tongues doing a sensual duel. He broke it off to kiss my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, then worked his way down to my chest and lazily tongued my nipples. The sound I made wasn’t so quiet that time, and he didn’t let up, stoking the fire that burned between us. He kept going down my torso, nuzzled and kissed my dick – a surprise given how dominating he was in our earlier foreplay – and kept going downwards until his lips reached the tender skin between my legs, and his tongue touched my asshole. I moaned loudly, and he was pulling my legs over his shoulders and lapping at the sensitive flesh that had been used so roughly the night before. “I’m going to kiss it all better,” he said, and I snorted with laughter. He finally put me down, straddled my face and put his huge dick against my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage, but could only just accommodate the head. “Don’t try, baby. No one can get my cock in their mouth. My dad and brothers are all the same, big fucking cocks run in my family. Just kiss it like you did before, with that little bit of tongue. That felt awesome, no one else has ever done that.” I immediately complied, kissing the enormous shaft up and down on the front and the sides, flicked my tongue in over his balls, and started to work my way back up. He held my head in place, and said in a low, sexy, growl “Go back the other way. And don’t stop at my balls.” I did as he said, feeling aroused by the way he delivered his order. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. “Keep going, baby.” My head was between his thighs, and I licked him from balls to ass, stopping just short of putting my tongue in the crack just to drive him wild. He tightened his thighs, and moved his butt forward, brushing it over my mouth to press it against my nose. “For being such a tease, you have to sniff my ass again.” I inhaled loudly, and he pressed his butt against my face harder. “You would have had your face in my ass whatever you did,” he said in that same low, sexy commanding voice. “I like to put my ass in my boy’s face because my ass is important when I fuck you. It does all the work of pushing my big, fat polla into your tight, little hole so I can plant my seed deep in you. When I’m fucking you, I want you to have the taste and smell of my butt on your lips and nose, so you can imagine how my ass goes up and down, and how the muscles flex to get it all the way inside of you. Kiss it baby, obey me, show me you love doing what I tell you. And use that little bit of tongue like you did on my dick and balls.” I did exactly as he demanded, and as unimaginable as it might seem my own ass was aching for his penetration, to have everything else erased and obliterated, even if only for a little while. He moved back and blanketed me with his body again, and kissed and licked my lips, and then, playfully, my nose. “Mmm, you taste good, like me. This time on your stomach,” he said and raised himself off of me so I could roll over. As soon as I did, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass crack, and he rubbed against me a little, pinning me down again, lacing his fingers through mine and kissing the back of my neck. “Sweet,” he hissed against my ear. “I love how your ass cheeks press against my dick. And I want to feel them up against the root of my cock while I make love to you.” I could feel the head of his dick probing the sensitive portal to my body, and just that touch made me arch my butt up against him, giving him a better angle to make his entry. He grabbed one of the pillows, and put it under me so I could relax as he pushed in. “Plenty of juice still in there,” he said as he slowly pushed in. “Oh, mi amor, you have an ass like velvet. It’s squeezes so tight, but still sweet. And those pretty little ass cheeks open so nicely for me.” He was now completely inside me; I could feel him pressed close and tight against me. He pushed himself up. “I want to watch my dick go in and out of your hole,” he said, and he began to thrust more deeply. “It looks beautiful, the way you open up and hug me close at the same time.” I pushed back against him, wanting to be as close as possible. And that seemed to galvanize him. He lay back down, twined his fingers through mine and started to fuck me for real; no more slow sweet strokes, just pure animal lust, his breathing getting heavier, the rhythmic slap of his skin against mine, and the feeling of his dick pummeling my insides, each stroke bringing both of us closer to climax. “Ah,” he said, the sound exploding from him on a gasp as his thrusts went even faster. “Here it is, take my toxic load…” and he rammed into me with an inarticulate shout. His dirty talk and the word "toxic" drove me wild. I came in buckets onto the pillow underneath me while he buried his dick inside of me. I could feel his cock pulse and flex as we shuddered with the force of mutual orgasm. We finally started to come down from the intense high, and he just lay atop me, his body heavy and warm, like a living, breathing blanket. He kissed the back of my neck languidly, then the side of my face. I turned my head, and we managed to brush our lips together. “You are amazing. If Miguelito is too dumb to know how special you are, that’s his loss. I’d love for you to be mine.” I smiled, and squeezed my sphincter, enjoying is little gasp of pleasure. My eyelids felt heavy, and I relaxed in a way I hadn't since the night before. In spite of the large glass of iced coffee I’d drunk, I felt myself pulled down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Okay, another long build-up...but I think it's worth it! Chapter 6 The first one through the door was Father Scorpion, and he didn’t look pleased. At least he was wearing street clothes, a navy polo, jeans and work boots, and not that dopey robe. He was followed by what looked to be the rest of the frat minus Aaron and Ike. “Prefect, what is this I hear? The Novice hasn’t been continuously bred starting at first light, according to our customs. We must ensure that the conversion takes hold. And you sent one of your Brothers out to buy the newest member something to eat? Explain yourself!” he demanded. I felt Mike tense, and his dick started to soften inside of me. Before he could even take a breath, I fired back at Daddy Scorpio. “Do you mind? Have you ever heard of knocking?!?” Just as it happened during my initiation, the room went silent. Mike gasped, and went completely still. “How dare you address me that way! You aren’t even officially of the brotherhood yet. You will be punished…” “How?” I said contemptuously. All my anger was now directed at him. It wasn’t Mike’s fault, not really, not anyone who’d been infected and somehow imprisoned by this lunatic. “I can make your life very difficult,” he said with heavy emphasis on each word. “Oh, really?” I answered. “Darr, please don’t…” “Don’t shush me, Mike. This is between me and ‘The Father,’” I said making the quote marks around the title audible. I returned to my offensive. “So what are you going to do to me? Drug me, tie me up and have twenty-one guys rape me? Oops, you already did that.” I heard gasps and suppressed laughter from the others; Father Scorpion looked as if he was going to have an apoplexy. “Or maybe you’ll infect me with an incurable illness? Oops, did that too. So what’s left?” “You will obey me,” he snarled. “You aren’t going anywhere, and once the infection takes hold, I’ll be holding the keys to the medicine that will keep you alive.” “What are you talking about? I’m covered by my parent’s health insurance, I don’t need you,” I said, putting every ounce of contempt I could muster in the last word. He laughed. “What will you tell your parents? That you’re gay and infected with HIV?” “Yeah. They know I’m gay. And I’ll tell them the whole story.” “It’ll be your word against mine,” the Father said ominously. “There will be no proof, and none of my loyal sons will step forward and corroborate your version of events. In fact, they’ll all say how you threw yourself at Mike, even though he tried to discourage you.” “I’m up for it if you are. By the way, my dad is a top litigation partner in one of the largest law firms in the country. Even if there’s not enough evidence for a criminal case, he’ll sue the pants off you and this university. And don’t be so sure that no one else will back me up.” His eyes widened at that one. “And you can’t have me expelled from your little club or the university, because I know too much. So here’s the deal, Daddy Scorpio. I have nothing left to lose, and I have you to thank for it. Back off, old man, before I pull the plug on you.” The Father was clearly seething. “You will pay for this.” “Yeah, right. ‘Begone before someone drops a house on you!’” He turned a stalked out of the room; a few of the guys who’d come with him followed, the rest stayed, looking shocked. “Where did that come from?” Mike asked, incredulous. “What do you mean?” “No one has ever spoken to him like that,” said Aiden, one of the Acolytes. “Why not? What is it? Can’t you all see he’s nothing but a pathetic, petty little tyrant?” “He does give us the meds, Darr,” said Mike. Something wasn’t making sense to me. “He’s not the only one who has access.” “Yeah, but not all of us are the children of highly-paid professionals. Some depend on scholarships and work study programs to get by. It’s hard to pay for expensive prescriptions on top of everything else. And some of us,” he gulped, “can’t tell our families. My dad and mom would go ballistic. My entire family is born-again Christians. On both sides.” I was finally beginning to understand The Father’s hold on these guys. “He withholds the meds as punishment, and has us take a drug holiday every year when new freshman are pledging so that our viral loads go up and we can pass along the virus more easily,” Mike finished. I was suddenly afraid, not for myself, but for the others who were vulnerable in ways I hadn’t even considered. He couldn’t do much to me, really, but what if he hurt someone…like Mike. What have I done? His erection had completely subsided, and his dick slipped out of me. I felt the emptiness keenly. “We need to have a meeting,” Mike said, and started to pull on his clothes. “I’m sorry, Mike. I didn’t know,” I said, pleading with him. “Yeah, I know,” he said with a grimace. He grinned weakly. “It was great to watch you in action.” He started for the door, then stopped and said, “Someone has to stay here with him. I wouldn’t put it past The Father to arrange a convenient accident.” “When are you coming back?” I said, anguished at the worry I’d caused. He gave me another ghostly grin. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute? I’ll be back. Carlos, lock the door and stay with him. You can use those biceps for something other than hoisting barbells or passing a football. I’ll fill you in later.” Everyone filed out after him, except Carlos, who locked the door as Mike had ordered. I recognized him as the Latino guy with the huge dick and lousy hygiene. There was an awkward silence. “Hey, man, you were great,” Carlos said. “Thanks,” I answered glumly. “I didn’t mean to make everybody’s life harder.” He sat next to me, and took my hand. “Don’t back down. I been here four years, the same as Mike, and I’ve never seen The Father like that. I think you shook him up pretty bad.” “Mike?” “No, The Father.” “Does he have an actual name? Who is this guy?” “Ron Zetcher. He’s the football coach, but he’s got his fingers in everything here. A lot of us are on football scholarships, and the team is the main thing here. It’s all tied up with fundraising for the University, so he ends up with a lot of clout.” There was a tap at the door. Carlos stood, moving to shield me from a possible threat. “Who is it?” he asked suspiciously. “Aaron. I’ve got Darren’s food.” I hadn’t realized how tense I was until I heard a friendly voice. Carlos unlocked the door. “Honey, what did you do!!?” Aaron exclaimed as he handed me a bag with the food I’d asked for. Too bad I wasn’t hungry anymore. “Everyone said you scared off The Father.” “Yeah, I guess I did.” Aaron laughed, “I’m sorry I missed it. You have to give me your version later, I better get back downstairs.” He turned to leave, and then said over his shoulder, “And Carlos, behave yourself.” Carlos grinned, and re-locked the door. “You should eat,” he said. “I’m not hungry.” “Yeah, but you were cleaned out completely while you were under, so we could all fuck you. You gotta replenish yourself, guy, or you’ll get sick.” “I’m already sick, remember?” And then it all hit me. I was more or less imprisoned here, and had likely made things impossible for the guy I was hoping would get me out in time to get the medicine that would save me. I started to cry. “Hey, hey, hey,” Carlos said, sitting next to me again, and hugging me. “It’s gonna be all right, you’ll see. Between you and Mike and everybody else, I know we’ll figure out something.” “I’m so scared,” I sniffled into his tight, clingy t-shirt. “What’s going to happen to me? How is it having HIV, is it really hard?” “It’s not the greatest thing, but you get used to it. The meds they got will take care of it. And you’re strong, you’ll be okay.” I gave a last few sniffles. “Is there any tissue? I don’t want to use your shirt as a handkerchief.” He looked around, found a box of Kleenex in the closet, and handed it to me. I dried my eyes, and lay back down. “Oh, baby, don’t look like that,” Carlos said, stretching out next to me, kissing me on the forehead and putting a beefy arm across me, propping himself on his elbow. “Look like what?” “Like your life is over. There’s great things about being poz. You can relax and have sex without worrying about it anymore. I mean, you could still pick up the clap or something, but if you go with the right guys, ones who take care of themselves, it’s great.” I was suddenly aware of his body, the way the t-shirt clung to his shoulders and chest, the warmth that radiated off of him. Our eyes met, and my lips felt dry, so I licked them. “I think I’m hungry now,” I said. He grinned wolfishly. “Me, too,” and lowered his head and kissed me on the mouth. I found myself helpless to do anything but kiss him back. The bitch in heat thing was still with me in force. He shifted to lie on top of me, with nothing but his soft, skin-tight t-shirt, loose linen drawstring pants and the sheet between us. I could feel his monstrous dick starting to stir as he intensified the kiss. “Oh, baby,” he said, and started kissing my neck. “I’m so sorry about last night. We were trying to make it look like we weren’t with Mike.” I gasped and shivered, but still asked “Why?” Carlos pulled away and smiled down at me. “We were planning a coup, gonna take over the frat. Looks like you jumpstarted it. But forget that now. I want to show it’s not just my buddy Miguelito who knows how to make love. We Latins are the best.” I mustered a weak smile. “Didn’t Aaron say to behave?” “Ah, forget him,” he said, and went back to kissing my neck and shoulders, pinning me in place with his heavy, muscular body. I twisted and writhed under him. He certainly knew how to zero in on my hotspots. “You are a fidgety little thing,” he said, teasing me. “Hold still,” and then he went back to kissing my neck, and followed my jaw line to my left ear. He began to lick my ear, and then closed his mouth over it and used his lips along with his tongue. I groaned, and felt him push my legs apart…or did I open them, and push closer to him? I wasn’t sure who was doing what to whom anymore. “Yeah, baby, this is what you need, a man to make love to you. Don’t worry about anything, you’ll be safe as long as I’m around. I won’t let anybody hurt you,” he whispered, and then switched to kissing and licking the right ear. “Carlos, oh, God…” “What, baby?” It tore out of me. “Fuck me again. I want your hot poz cum inside of me, I want that monster dick of yours to rip me to pieces.” “My plan exactly,” he said, and kissed me on the mouth. My arms were around his neck; his skin was completely smooth and soft underneath my fingers. I worked my arms down his back, and felt his butt which was just as muscular as the rest of him. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. Play with my butt.” He began to rub against me, and I could feel his hardening dick against my own. “It really turns me on.” We kissed for a little longer, and then he was pinning my arms to the bed, and rising to his knees above me. He pulled off his t-shirt, and I must have goggled at his bulging pecs and arms, along with his perfectly flat gut. And his body was hairless; somehow I hadn’t noticed during the initiation. He looked down, smiled and then flexed for me. “Like my body?” “It’s a work of art,” I said, trying to sit up. “Just lay back, baby. Follow my lead.” He moved forward, and pressed his crotch against my face. “Sniff out that crotch, boy. Yeah, that’s it. I got all showered and cleaned up just for you,” he said, pulling my head against his hardening dick, trapped by his underwear. “Inhale, let me hear it.” I did as he asked, feeling extremely excited by his easy, natural dominance. “Yeah, now kiss it for me. Kiss my cock, oh, baby, go for the balls, that’s it.” I was under him, my head between his thighs; His scent was strong and clean, like freshly cut wood. Wood being the operative word. Then he was turning around to push his butt in my face. He had a huge body-builder’s butt, one that could rival Rafael Nadal’s justly famous backside. “Yeah, bury your face in my ass, boy. Worship that man’s butt, get your nose right in the crack.” I did as he asked. “Oh,” he groaned, “that feels so good. Now kiss it. Let me hear you kiss it.” He was pulling down his thin linen pants to reveal a pair of tighty whities that stretched over his muscular ass, and then pushed his ass crack back over my nose. “Like that, baby? How’s it smell? That’s how a man’s ass should smell. Kiss it for me. Lick it, let me feel your tongue in my crack.” I had never been so turned on by anyone outside of Mike. With him, it was more…gentle, less frantic. But for now I was completely caught up in this moment, servicing this hot muscle hunk. Carlos pulled down his underwear, now completely naked. He slowly spread his ass cheeks so I could see his ass hole. “You know what I want. First you sniff it,” I did as he said and he pushed hard against me; I could feel precum leaking off his dick onto my chest. “Now kiss it…yeah, just like that, little kisses…don’t stop till I say so.” He moaned with pleasure. “Lick it, eat it, taste your man.” His dick was now dribbling continuously, and he turned around and brought his dick to my lips. “Just kiss it, don’t suck, or I’ll cum, and I want to save it for that sweet little ass of yours.” I delicately applied my lips to the front of his massive meat; I couldn’t have gotten it in my mouth anyway. My jaws weren’t double-jointed. I began to slip my tongue between my lips as I kissed his swollen shaft, and his hips bucked. “Gotta do it now, gotta fuck you hard.” He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pushed against my still-lubed ass, slipping in without too much trouble. He pressed my thighs to my chest, kissed me feverishly. I was completely pinned in place, unable to move, and not really wanting to. “I love fucking an ass that’s full of cum,” he said as he began to pump in and out. “And I can taste my ass on your lips, smell it on your face. It gets me really hot,” he said in a low voice. He was hitting my hotspot with his huge dick, massaging it with each powerful thrust. He was so big and thick, the pressure was constant, and my dick began to leak precum. “Yeah, you like it baby, don’t you, you like being used by a man. And your sweet little butt was made just for my big Latino cock to fuck.” “No,” I gasped, “your big cock was made for my butt,” and I pushed my hips towards him as he hammered his dick into me, and I reached around to toy with his big balls, tickling right where his ball sac met his body, and down at the bottom, right on his testicles. I could feel him losing control at that light touch. “Here it comes,” he said panting, his thrusts going wild, his balls slapping against me. “Cum with me, shoot your load while I fill you with my dirty leche,” he said. That was it for both of us. I began to shoot another load – it was like I was always ready to go now. Carlos had pushed his entire dick inside me, his back arched, and he was groaning and speaking in Spanish, thrusting against me as his balls emptied inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, and kissed me deeply. “You are one hot little piece,” he said. “Miguelito is a lucky son of a bitch.” I could only wonder if Mike would agree with him. Glad to help relieve your...tensions!

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Chapter 5 Instead, when I woke I was in Mike’s room, in his bed, and he was at the doorway arguing with someone. “No fucking way. He’s exhausted. He hasn’t had enough time to recover. I’m the Prefect, he is mine, and I’m the one who decides when he is ready.” The door banged shut, and I sighed with relief. “Darr, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” said Mike. Honey? What was up with that and the nickname? I sat up, wincing at the soreness of my ass and the muscles in my thighs. I wanted to rage at him, to scream at him. But I was naked, didn’t know where my clothes or my wallet were. I didn’t even know what day it was, and he’d just finished protecting me from someone who probably wanted to use me again. I said the first thing that popped into my head. And it was even true. “I’m hungry. What do I have to do around here to get something to eat?” He looked slightly relieved, then waggled his eyebrows. “Well, if you’re very nice to me…” “I was plenty nice to this entire fraternity already. Not that it really matters, but how long ago was that?” “Last night.” I felt oddly comforted that it’d only been a night. For all I knew, I could have been out for a month, though I suppose my parents would have come looking for me. If I could get out of here somehow, I’d be able to get to a clinic and get the drug that’d stop the infection. I hoped. And I was banking on catching this particular fly with “honey” rather than vinegar. If I could do that, my chances of getting away were probably much better. “What do you want?” he asked. “It’s just about noon.” “What have you got?” I asked, putting on a playfully seductive manner. He leered at me in the same spirit. “Anything you want. You’re the ‘Prefect’s consort,’ so I can tell any member to either make or buy you something.” I thought a minute. “Toasted poppy seed bagel with cream cheese and lox, orange juice and iced coffee.” “No problem,” he said, and headed towards the door, but then something struck me. “You’re not going to leave, are you?” I was afraid that if he wasn’t here I’d have to fight off the entire frat on my own. He grinned. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute, huh? I’ll send someone out. You’re too scrumptious to leave unprotected just now.” He opened the door and shouted, “Hey, Ike, come here, I need you.” The big, muscular black guy who had fucked me so brutally came to the door with an inquiring look on his face. “Can you or Aaron go out and get Darr something for brunch? I don’t want to leave him alone.” It was stupid of me, but I felt absurdly touched when he said that. It was his fault I was in this position, but at least he wasn’t going to abandon me. “No problem, Mike. We were just going out to pick up something to bring back here anyway.” Ike glanced at me, gulped, and looked back over his shoulder as if to check whether anyone was listening, then said in low voice “Darren, sorry about last night. Carlos and I were trying to make it convincing, but Mike tells me we overdid it.” I couldn’t really imagine what this apology could mean. It didn’t make much sense. “Ike,” Mike said warningly. “We’ll talk about this later.” I still didn’t understand, but I felt like I should say something. I mean even if it was a bullshit apology, I should at least acknowledge he’d made it. “Uh, okay, Ike. Thanks.” He gave me a tentative smile and then said to Mike, “All right, Now I’ll go bitch to everyone how you’ve turned me into an errand boy.” They laughed conspiratorially, and then Ike raised his voice and said “Okay you arrogant prick. I’ll buy your fucking pussy boy his breakfast,” and banged the door closed. “Mike, what the hell is going on here?” I asked. “We’ve got a lot of time to talk about that.” I rolled my eyes. “If you want to live beyond the next five minutes you don’t have much time at all,” I said. He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re so funny. I loved it when you called the Father ‘Daddy Scorpion,’ I nearly exploded because I couldn’t laugh out loud.” “Mike,” I said impatiently. He came over and sat next to me on the bed, and put an arm around me. “It’s a whole internal political battle here. I’ve got my allies and my double-agents, though for all I know they might be double-double agents, but I don’t think so.” He didn’t say anything more, so I prodded, “And….” “Later, okay, when Aaron and Ike get back. I just want to hold you for a minute.” His arms, solid, warm and comforting went around me, and he pulled me between his legs. I raised my face to his, our eyes met, and we kissed again. And even though I was plenty sore, just that touch was enough to make me remember how good it had been between us last night, and to start yearning for him again. He broke off the kiss, and just held me. “Darr, it’s messed up, but I’m really happy right now. It’s been so lonely here, but then I felt a connection as soon as we started talking at orientation. I had to bring someone back and I wanted it to be someone I could talk and laugh with, not just have sex.” Honey appeared to be working. “The fucking was pretty good with you,” I said pressing against him. “Pretty good?” Mike said disbelievingly, pulling away to look at me. “You came so hard you hit yourself in the face with your own load both times!” “Okay, I’ve never come that hard in my life,” I conceded. Satisfied?” He gave me a cocky smile, and pulled me close again. We shouldn’t have mentioned fucking. All right, I’m the one who mentioned it. Maybe there was something to all their dumb rituals, because I was starting to feel like a bitch in heat. Ave libidinem, indeed. Mike seemed to be feeling it too, if the erection I could feel growing through his jeans was anything to go by. He pulled back again and kissed me, then we were shifting so he was on top of me, kissing my neck. I gasped, and like a reflex action my legs were parting and he was between them, humping his crotch against my butt; then my legs wrapped around his waist, and I kissed him back, matching his hunger, our tongues tangling. Both of us were breathing heavily; I ran my hands down his back to his butt, then started pushing his t-shirt out of the way so I could touch his bare skin. He gave something between a moan and a growl, then broke of the kiss. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? You must still be sore…” “Yeah, and I don’t care,” I murmured back, and was surprised to realize I meant it. “I need you to fuck me again. I wish last night could have just been us.” He smiled down at me and tenderly said, “Ave libidinem.” “Fratres, in cupiditate” I answered. Then he kissed my forehead, eyes, cheeks, chin, finally settling on my lips. This time I broke off the kiss to say “Mike. I need it!” He grinned. “Anyone ever tell you you’re bossy?” He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. I reached over and undid the button on his jeans and opened the zipper. He pushed them lower, and with some awkward thrashing managed to get them off, and tossed the jeans on the floor, too. He brought his dick to my lips, and I licked the head and the shaft, then his balls, and knowing how much he enjoyed it, licked his musky ass. He moaned loudly, and reached down to pull my head against his butt more securely, and began to thrust his hips, rubbing his asshole over my mouth. “You have no idea how good that feels,” he said huskily. “So let me show you.” With that he was moving back, pushing my legs to my chest, and delving into my ass with his tongue. I gasped and inhaled sharply, now hugging my thighs hard against my chest, tilting my hips to give him easier access. He didn’t stop, kept going, kissing, licking, teasing me with his tongue until I was all but whimpering. “Mike,” I said in an agonized whisper. “Yeah?” he said looking at me between my legs. “What can I do for you?” “FUCK ME. Please, I need to feel your dick inside me, need your charged load filling up my butt,” I was shocked to hear myself say. Did I really want him to pump more of the virus in me? Dumb question on all counts: I’d already taken 45 poz loads the night before, and the bitch in heat thing was not letting up, it was intensifying. The whole thing was incredibly erotic, and much as I hated to admit it, Daddy Scorpio knew his stuff. I was moaning with desire, burning with lust. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, and he grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the drawer in his nightstand, smeared it over his huge, hard cock, and then put a generous coating of it on the outside of my butt, and gently, carefully spread it inside of me with his finger. The greasy stuff actually helped the sting from being used so hard last night, which was good since I was determined to get him inside of me no matter what. He took my legs over his shoulders, pulled his rigid dick down, and then in a replay of the night before said, “Look at me Darren,” this time adding, “sweetheart.” He eased his cock inside me carefully, and I saw how good it felt: his jaw went slack and he groaned as he began to fill my ass up with his thick, rigid cock. “Oh, honey,” he whispered once he was all inside of me. “Darling…” he breathed, and began to pump in and out, slowly at first, but gaining steam quickly. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You have the most amazing ass, tight, sweet, like velvet and satin all in one.” His thrusts picked up in force and speed. He was kissing, licking and biting my neck and ears. “Harder,” I gasped, even though I was sore. He was hitting that spot inside me, and it was as if I were jerking myself off, but better. Look ma, no hands! It seemed that was the magic word. He was pounding against me, out of control, and began to grunt with each thrust. I was grunting in counterpoint with him, and then…I erupted. My own cum was splashing me in the face once more, and I was groaning out loud, my hips meeting his thrusts, matching his rhythm as I took what I wanted and needed so badly. Mike cried out, “Oh, baby, your ass is pumping the cum out of me!” I pushed my butt up into his crotch, holding it in place and Mike gave a last incoherent shout, and again rammed against me three times as his dick spasmed inside of me and he shot his load. His mouth covered mine, claiming my lips and thrusting his tongue in my mouth. And then the door opened…

Loyal readers, will post more tonight.

If you're worried, scared and tense you won't have much fun. Easiest thing to do is to get on PrEP. I think the drug company has program to help pay for the medication, but not 100% sure.

Mike43, thanks! Have a filthy mind, there will be more.

Really twisted, hot story.