NYBBGUY58

Don't let some "comma fucker" screw with you. There are a wide range of styles here; one guy's story is almost completely done as a series of text messages with descriptions of sex and minimal dialogue. My own is very much based on romance fiction. There's room for all of us!

Working on it. It's slow, sorry. And I've been dealing with life -- and a nasty cold that really knocked me out.

Here it is, finally...long, but I hope you all enjoy it. ____________________________________ Chapter 12) “Darr, open your eyes. Honey. Please…” I heard someone begging me in the distance. It was like struggling to reach the surface of the ocean from the bottom of the Mariana Trench, but I forced my eyes to open. Mike was holding me, and he looked intensely relieved. We were still in the Chapel of the Scorpion, or as I liked to think of it now, Daddy Scorpio’s Chamber of Horrors. I was sitting in Mike’s lap – he had swapped his loincloth for jeans and a t-shirt – and I was still wrapped in the black silk sheet. The rest of the frat was still there; Ike, Carlos and McCloskey were having a shouting match with the four professors, something about giving them back their clothes. I started coughing again. “Here, just sip,” Mike said, holding a bottle of water to my mouth. I swallowed some, and managed to get the cough under control. When I spoke, it came out as a hoarse croak. “Did we get the film?” He looked at me as if I was crazy. “Did we?” I asked more insistently. “Well, yeah, but…” “Good,” I said, and leaned against him. Then I started to shiver. “What is it sweetheart?” Mike said anxiously. “I’m cold,” I said trying to hide that I was terrified – I could have died. I held back the tears I could feel pricking my eyes. There was nothing to cry about, I told myself. I was fine, we had the film and everything would be okay. Didn’t matter. One sob escaped from between my lips, and that was it. The proverbial dam broke, and I wept onto Mike’s broad chest. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay, let it out. I hated watching you go through this, I’m so fucking sorry, it’s all my fault.” I pulled back, and put my hand over his mouth, shaking my head. “No,” I rasped. “Don’t say that.” He took my hand in his. “Why not? It’s the truth.” The tears were drying up rapidly now. “Excuse me, but you wanted me to go home. I said no,” I insisted, thumping my chest with my forefinger. “I decided to do this and you saved my life. So we’re even now.” “Even?” he said. “I saved you from that maniac, and now you’ve saved me from aforementioned maniac. That’s even as far as I’m concerned.” He opened his mouth again, and I said, “Quit arguing with me, you know I’m right.” He shook his head, took my face in my hands to wipe the last tears off my cheeks with his thumbs, and said “I think I liked it better when you were crying on my chest.” Then he grinned and kissed me. I leaned into him, and was treated to a chorus of aches and pains from all over my body. And I was still thirsty and realized I was hungry, too. No surprise. “I hate to break up this touching scene,” said a sneering voice, “but there’s the small matter of our clothing and that we’re being held here against our will.” I could see Mike grit his teeth, as he slowly turned to address the Dean of Students. “Shut the fuck up,” he barked at him. “You and your buddies are the last thing I’m concerned about right now.” “Watch your tone, young man. You’re walking on ice so thin you’ll need a life preserver soon. We wouldn’t want your scholarship to be rescinded and your parents informed of your unfortunate lifestyle choices, now would we?” he said with a smirk. “And you wouldn’t want to be exposed as a rapist, would you?” I shot back. “When it’s a little slut like you, who has already been used by multiple men on multiple occasions, you’ll find proving rape rather difficult.” I gasped, outraged. Carlos had joined us, and said “Don’t talk to him like that, or I will shut your mouth for you,” he growled. “You would do well to watch your step, too.” “No, you’d better watch yours,” said Aaron as he reentered the room with a laptop. Aiden was behind him, holding a mug that he brought to me that was filled with chicken noodle soup. I slurped it down hungrily. “Don’t push me, boy,” the Dean of Students snarled. “You’re a nanometer away from being expelled.” “First we’ve got a little film we’d like to show you,” said Mike. “Play it, Aaron.” Aaron set the laptop on the altar and clicked on an icon on its desktop. My screams tore through the room, a bit tinny on the rudimentary laptop speaker, but the picture was crystal clear: the Dean of Students ruthlessly pounding into my ass. His jaw dropped and the blood drained out of his face. He lunged in an attempt to grab the laptop, but Carlos stepped in front of him and stopped him cold in his tracks. “Slow down, man,” Carlos said with a smirk. “You think this is the only copy of the recording? You’re not touching that laptop, but even if you smashed it to bits it wouldn’t matter.” By now the other three honorary members of the frat had joined us, all with varying expressions of panicked disbelief on their faces. “This is illegal,” the Dean of Students blustered. “You can’t record people in this state without consent of all parties.” “I’m sure my dad can find a way around that,” I said confidently. “Your father?” the Dean of Students said sneeringly. “Some cheap ambulance chaser or small-town attorney, no doubt.” “Not quite,” I said as coolly as I could manage given that I wanted to smack him for dismissing my dad. “Ever hear of Kenneth Leibowitz?” The room went still. My father was on the Board of Trustees and a major donor to the University, sponsoring a scholarship fund, offering internships at his law firm and had his name on the newly-opened athletic facilities. “Nice try,” said the Head of Humanities, “did you pick that name off the new building? I imagine he’d send any child of his to a major ivy-league institution.” The Dean of Students looked ill, stormed over to where Daddy Scorpio was lying and began slapping his cheeks, finally rousing him. “You complete idiot,” he screamed. “Do you know who this boy is?” The entire room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Even my friends were staring at me wide-eyed, which was why I hadn’t mentioned my last name. It was bad enough I was in the middle of nowhere; I didn’t want to be known as Ken Leibowitz’ son and have to deal with all the nonsense that would follow. “Wha?” said Daddy Scorpio groggily. “He’s the only child of that shark Ken Leibowitz, and his mother is Miriam Sachs, the investigative reporter, who wrote columns about her struggle to conceive this boy, that were published as a memoir, My Angel, My Miracle.” I could feel my face warm with embarrassment. That damn book, I thought, yet another reason I didn’t want anyone to find out who I was at first. It was humiliating to have everyone know all the details of my conception and birth. “I’m scheduled to have lunch with Darren Leibowitz on Monday, he is who he says he is,” the Dean finished. He turned on Mike, “Why didn’t you bother to find out his surname, you moron!” “He asked, but I never answered,” I interjected. “Dad insisted I come here because if I didn’t it would look like he had no confidence in the school, but I didn’t want to scare off everybody or else have them sucking up to me so they could get an internship or money or whatever.” And I’d wanted Mike to be interested in me for me, not my parents and their connections. By now everyone was standing in a circle around us, looking slightly shocked. “So I’d say that’s it for your cushy academic jobs,” I said, taking pleasure in the increasing discomfort of Daddy Scorpio and his compatriots. “Yeah, but we still got a score to settle,” said Ike, stepping forward. “What do you mean?” said the head of the math department – Larry? “It’s time for you all to get a taste of your own medicine,” Ike snapped. I felt flash of alarm, and said “No, you can’t do that. Then any other legal action…” “Darr, they’re ruined already,” Mike said. “But that’s not good enough. We’ve all been used and abused by these motherfuckers for years before you got here. Watching them hurt you like they did…,” he stopped, unable to talk for a moment as his face twisted with rage and emotion, “while you begged them to stop sealed the deal. For me. For all of us.” “You can’t,” stuttered the head of the English and Humanities Department, backing away as the circle of the frat members tightened. “We’ll see that all of you are expelled before you can take us down. We’re still professors at this university,” he said, managing a faint echo of his earlier haughty demeanor. “I don’t see any professors here. All I see is five virgin pussies,” said Carlos, “four of them negative, and one of them straight.” And then all hell broke loose. Mike pushed me off his lap, gently, before leaping to his feet and yelling “Ave libidinem,” making it sound like a war cry, which was answered collectively by the rest of the fraternity “Fratres, in cupiditate,” and then a roar as they closed in. It seemed to have been planned this out – four each of the frat members took one of the faculty down. I watched as Mike, Carlos, Aiden and Aaron tackled the Coach as he struggled to get away. Ropes were produced; once all five were tied up, two spikes for each were hammered into the altar, and they were dragged, begging and pleading, then tied by their arms to the heavy metal spikes. A cushion was placed under each one’s hips. Once that was finished, everyone shed their clothes. Carlos stood to one side having dick and ass simultaneously licked by Aaron and Aiden. His cock looked to be rock-hard, but his jaw was clenched. He exuded pure anger; I could practically smell it. “We’ll go in order,” said Mike, “Dean of Students, then Chair of Math, Chair of Humanities, Chair of Science and finally Daddy Scorpio. Carlos, you go first. On all of them.” Carlos grinned savagely. “I’ll tear up those pussies and then everyone can take a turn. We’ll have the four negs knocked up good by the time we’re through.” The four professors moaned and pleaded. Daddy Scorpio lay unmoving, seemingly dazed. Carlos knelt over the Dean, who looked terrified, and pointed his huge dick at his face. “See what’s coming?” he said, laughing at his own pun. The other members of the fraternity laughed along with him raucously. “But first you’re going to lick my dick and balls then eat my ass,” he snarled. “And if you got any ideas about biting me, forget them. Or else. Start licking,” he ordered, and pushed his rigid dick against the Dean’s mouth. The Dean turned his head away. “Fine, having it your way,” Carlos said, and turned around, pushing his ass in the old man’s face who had turned his face away again, trying to escape the inevitable. “Ike, hold this guy’s head in place,” Carlos said. Ike got up on the altar, slapped the Dean across the face and then seated himself so that the Dean’s head was between his legs, squeezing his thighs to immobilize his head. His hard dick was pressed against the older man’s head. Carlos sat, and then settled himself on the immobilized head below him. “That’s it, concha, that’s right. Let me hear you sniffing in the scent of that ass. If you’d done as you were told, then you wouldn’t be in this position. Or better yet, if you hadn’t raped too many boys to count, turned a blind eye to the coach doing the same and hurt Darren,” he growled. “Now start kissing my ass.” Carlos groaned with pleasure, meaning his order had been obeyed. “That’s it, old man, kiss that ass or I’ll smother you,” Carlos threatened. “Now lick, let me feel that tongue in my crack. Keep licking till I say to stop,” Carlos demanded. After about five minutes, Carlos stood and said “I’m ready, load him up with a cum cube.” Aaron came with an ice bucket, and took out a cloudy, bullet-shaped piece of ice. “This cube I’m shoving in your ass has positive cum from every guy in the fraternity, all of it with a high viral load,” Aaron said. “We’re going to share the gift. It’s our way of thanking you.” The Dean struggled, but there was little he could do. McCloskey and Aiden each grabbed one of his legs and held him in place while Aaron pushed the cum cube in his asshole. The Dean howled “my sciatica!” It didn’t stop anyone. Carlos knelt in between the Dean’s immobilized legs, and lined his dick up with the butthole in front of him. “Brace yourself, puta,” Carlos sneered, and rammed in his entire dick in one rough stroke, pounding as hard as he could. The Dean was wailing and moaning; the others looked to be in shock. “You’re a disgusting old man,” Carlos said and spat in his face, “but you’ve got a nice cunt there. Not too much muscle on your butt, so all of me is in you, ripping your guts to shreds,” he grunted “working the virus into your blood. Here it comes, I’m gonna shoot my high viral load positive spunk in your virgin, negative hole.” Carlos’ thrusts went crazy, his ass flexing while he fucked as deeply as he could, and then his back was arching and he shouted, “Ave libidinum. One down, four to go.” “My turn,” said Ike, as he took Carlos’ place between the Dean’s legs, rammed himself in and started to bang him mercilessly while the old man groaned and wept. “Carlos is right, this old fart has a nice pussy to bang, really tight, but that won’t be true after tonight,” Ike snarled. Carlos had moved on the chair of the math department, turning his back, kneeling over his face and then sitting down, smothering his face with his ass, while Aaron, with help from Aiden and McCloskey, rammed a cum cube inside of him. “I’m straight,” I heard the guy pleading. “Who the fuck cares,” said Carlos. “It’s your turn to lick some ass, start now or I swear I’ll beat you into a pulp.” Carlos groaned. “Ahh, yeah, that’s a good little straight boy. Eat that gay ass, stick your tongue up inside of me, now just take a nice big sniff,” Carlos said. “I want to hear it and feel it, inhale my man stink deep.” I could hear the chair of math doing as he was ordered. Carlos turned around and rubbed his rigid, blood and cum-coated dick all over the math chair’s face. “I been looking forward to this, fucking straight, negative hole,” he gloated, then took the math chair’s legs over his shoulders and forced his dick inside him while the man screamed in pain. “We’ll make sure you get lots of loads,” Carlos said while he banged him as hard as he could. “Your dick is getting hard, and you’re leaking precum, you pathetic closet case. You’re not going to be straight by the time we finish with your hot little hole. And here it comes, a nice, big, charged load.” Carlos rammed hard against him and roared as he emptied a second load. To my surprise, the chair of the math department was shooting his own load on his chest. Ike shouted at the same time that he was cumming, and reached over and pulled and pinched the Dean’s chest. Then he pulled out. “How do you like it, you fucking slime bag? You fucked Darren while he begged you to go easy, you hurt him. Now it’s your turn.” He pulled out roughly, and I heard the Dean yelp. Then McCloskey took his place. “Turn this one over on his stomach,” I heard Carlos say as he stood over the chair of humanities. “I want to watch my cock tearing up his smooth pussy hole.” Mike and three other guys did the honors, while Carlos stood and stroked his dick. The head of humanities was crying and begging, offering to make sure everyone had a straight “A” average and to set up bogus work-study positions, but it didn’t do any good. He was turned over, and his arms were secured with the rough ropes that had already left burns on his wrists. “Yeah, man, this cock is going to rip open that virgin ass, and work in the positive cum good. You’ll carry my HIV babies forever,” Carlos growled at him as he slowly pushed his dick in. “I’m pushing in just like you did Darren, going real slow to make sure you feel every inch of my cock.” The chair of humanities was shrieking non-stop as Carlos started to fuck him, pulling his dick almost all the way out and ramming it back in as hard as he could. “Nice, smooth pussy hole, guys, this one feels real good around my dick. I might have to fuck him again.” As before his thrusts picked up in speed and his muscular ass was clenching and releasing, finally staying clenched as he buried himself inside the ass he was fucking and moaned loudly. “Hot fuckhole, man,” Carlos said as he smacked the white, hairless butt after he’d yanked his cock out of the humanities chair’s ass. “I need help polishing my English. We could let you keep your job if you ‘tutor’ me whenever I want. But I really want you to go to prison and get your ass reamed out by a jail full of guys. We’ll have broken in your pussy for them, so they won’t need any lube. Ike, he’s all yours.” Carlos moved to the chair of science, knelt over his face and pushed his dick with its pinkish mix of blood and cum against his lips. “Lick me clean,” he demanded. The science chair looked revolted. “Looks like I need to persuade you,” Carlos said, and sat his ass on the man’s face, full weight. He struggled and kicked, while Carlos said “I’m going to smother you a little more, and then when I stop, you start licking or I do it again.” Carlos got up, turned around and pushed his dick against his mouth. “Lick,” Carlos ordered. The chair of the science department complied, reluctantly. “Hey, you got a nice tongue, man. You lick really good, make sure you clean off my entire shaft.” After a few minutes Carlos said, “Good job, now lick my balls.” The head of science hesitated, “Looks like smother time again,” Carlos said with a smirk. “No, no, I’ll do it,” the head of science said, and began to run his tongue over Carlo’s huge balls. “Yeah, yeah, do it. Lick behind my balls now, use that tongue. Keep going, and here it is…lick that asshole. AAAH, yeah. Eat me, lick that jock butthole. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck you like you deserve. And now, sniff that man’s asshole.” Aaron knelt and was about to insert the cum cube, but Carlos said “No, Aaron. This one takes me without lube, just like he made Darren.” Carlos moved back and took the science chair’s legs over his shoulders as the man pleaded with him, but that didn’t stop the inevitable. Carlos shoved his huge dick up the guy’s hole and quoted over his screams “‘I like my boys tight.’ See how it feels you motherfucker, take it like you made Darren take it,” he snarled as he thrust in and out, fucking him hard, not letting up for a minute as the guy under him screamed in pain. “Nice, tight hole, guy, you got a good cunt. Gonna dump my toxic load inside of you, rub it in the walls of your asshole and gut. And then you can have the cum cube before the others fuck you so that you get a lot of the virus in your blood. Then you can deal with getting the meds without your fancy college job.” Aaron was ready with the cum cube, and with help from Ike pushed it in the science chair’s bloody, ruined asshole, gave it a minute to melt, and then Ike was plunging his dick in balls deep in one thrust, brutally raping the science chair’s ass. “Take that big black cock in your cunt,” Ike grunted. “You’ve got a really nice, muscular ass, those cheeks feel real good when I push it inside of you,” he said as he rammed himself in and out. “We’re going to destroy that pussy hole of yours tonight.” Carlos was now standing over Daddy Scorpio. “Hey, coach. Look who’s on top now.” He turned, kneeled and pushed his ass in the man’s face. “Sniff me out real good, just like you made all of us do with you. ‘Inhale the scent of a true man,’” Carlos said imitating the tone Daddy Scorpio used on me (and I guessed all the others). Daddy Scorpio looked completely out of it, his eyes blank, but he seemed to understand the instructions he was given and we heard his noisy inhalation. “Now kiss it, lick it, put your tongue up inside me. Oh, yeah, Daddy Scorpio, you do that real well. Don’t stop, keep on worshipping my ass. You ready for my cock up your hole? Doesn’t matter if you aren’t, you’re taking it, old man.” Aaron pushed a cum cube in Daddy Scorpio’s ass. That seemed to wake him out of his stupor and he began to beg, tried to bargain his way out of his current predicament. “Shut the fuck up,” Carlos said as he took Coach’s legs over his shoulders. “You’re lucky you’re just getting fucked. We should strangle you till you pass out.” He thrust inside Coach’s muscular, hairy ass. “Now this is some good pussy,” he said as he pummeled the tight, hairy hole. “When you scream it just turns me on more. Take it, you stupid bastard. Did you really think you’d get away with this forever?” Carlo’s thrusts sped up and he was whaling on Daddy Scorpio’s ass. “It’s coming, gonna spray my load up your tight cunt,” Carlos gasped as he thrust harder and faster, and then was shouting in Spanish as he froze, and unleashed his load. Everyone took turns – all 10 of the acolytes along with the brothers had fucked each of the five men who lay trussed up on the altar. The air was filled with curses, groans and pleas; the air smelled of sweat and cum. Carlos made good on his promise and fucked the humanities chair twice more, and even fucked another load out of the Math chair, shooting more of his own cum deep inside the formerly straight butt. Mike had watched with a smoldering expression on his face, stroking himself as the others went from one to the other, flooding them with positive cum. Once all the others had finished he said, “Now, each of you will take the Prefect’s load. Don’t say a word, any of you, when I ram my dick in you, not so much as a peep. Or we all fuck you again.” I was stunned as I watched the frat’s fury unleashed. It was wrong, all wrong, but I was turned on, and wanted to join in. “Mike?” I said. “Yeah, sweetheart?” he said as he was poised to fuck the Dean. “Can I have a turn?” The room erupted in cheers.

Still working on the update... thanks to all who got me up to 16k+ views!

Sizzling as always. What's he going to tell his wife?

(B)Readers, Sorry, it looks like I won't have time to post another chapter until after NYC's Gay Pride Sunday (June 26). Have a great pride month! Ave libidinum!

Maybe. Thanks, glad you liked it. It came out a little short on sex...but like Darren said, there's more to fun than sex!

I've got plans for my "four horseman" and Daddy Scorpio...revenge for the members of the frat!

Short...with a cliff hanger. _______________________ Chapter 11) I was flat on my back and wanted to stay there, but willed myself to sit up. I was not going to be a lump of Playdough for Daddy Scorpio to scoop up and shape however he wanted. I didn’t dare look at Mike, afraid I’d run to him and beg him to get me out of this awful room and away from these horrible people. Maybe I should have done what he’d wanted me to do, get the medication and get the hell out of this town. But that wouldn’t have just meant letting down Mike – there was Carlos and Ike and Aaron and Aiden, they were my friends now. And there was McCloskey and the other guys who’d pinned everything on Mike’s being able to break them out of this prison. But I’d blundered into the middle of it, opened my big mouth and screwed up everything. They needed me to be strong for just a little bit longer, and I could do it. As if I had any choice. “Novice, approach me,” Daddy Scorpio ordered. I hardened myself. Whatever was coming would be epically awful. The four guys who’d just finished with me weren’t nursing a grudge the way Daddy Scorpio was. I figured I may as well use that to put him off balance if I could. I got to my feet and walked towards him slowly, disguising (I hoped) my exhaustion as ease, determined not to crawl. I wasn’t sure how I managed to stay upright. Every muscle screamed; every time I took a step, my sphincter burned. “I see you this time you brought reinforcements to deal with me, Daddy Scorpio,” I said scornfully. As always when I talked back, the room went still. I heard a few poorly suppressed snickers coming from the four horseman. A glance at Mike caught a momentary look of horror on his face that he quickly hid. I suppose I was courting an apocalypse. “You haven’t even begun to pay for your insolence,” Daddy Scorpio shouted. “Haven’t we already had this little talk, Daddy?” I said. “There’s nothing you can take from me that you haven’t already. You won’t break me. You can’t. Because I’m not scared of you, you pathetic old man,” I spat, deliberately going for the one insult I knew would enrage him the most. He literally roared “On your knees!” and took two steps towards me. “Make me,” I challenged him. “Or are you afraid you won’t be able to?” He charged like a bull. At the last moment, I stepped out of his path, and he kept going for a few more steps before he swerved and hit me with a full-body tackle. I went down under him, hitting the velvet-covered altar with a scream. My entire body felt like one big, throbbing bruise. “You will worship me, Novice,” Daddy Scorpio demanded, as he turned and performed his signature move on me – sat on my face. “Inhale. Deep!” he barked. “Don’t feel like it,” I managed. He rested more of his weight on my face, and I could hardly breathe. I moved my head enough to gasp in a few breaths before he’d pinned me down again. “Lick me,” he ordered. I resisted for another minute, but I was already depleted and had used up my last burst of energy taunting him. So I began the inevitable ritual, sniffing, kissing and licking his muscular, hairy ass. Didn’t he ever get bored with repeating the same old routine? It must have had more to do with subjugation than with sex. That’s what turned him on and that’s what drove him so crazy about me: I refused to back down no matter how he tried to intimidate me. “That’s it, eat that man’s asshole,” he growled, sounding more like a football coach than a cult leader for a change. “Get your tongue up in my shitter. How’s it taste?” I tried to pull away. “Don’t like it? Get used to it. If I have to I will set up a rim chair in my office and keep you there during the day. Whenever I have a break, my ass will be in your face. And I’ll invite these four to stop by, and we’ll take turns fucking you over and over.” More great footage. We now had all five of them threatening me one way or another on the record. These guys had no idea what they were in for. That thought gave me strength. “Lick my balls,” Daddy Scorpio ordered. “Yeah, that’s it, use that tongue. Now use your lips…oh, yeah, boy. You do that really well. Open your mouth, suck those nuts, get that baby juice going. I’m gonna shoot my toxic load in your ass, and you can’t do anything about it. I’ll whore out your butt to anyone who wants to come here and use you, no questions asked. Then we’ll see how strong you are.” Better and better. He brought his dick with its “hood ornament” to my lips. I debated for a nanosecond whether to refuse, but knew I was out of strength so I opened up, and took it. He pushed it down my throat, ignoring my distress as I started to choke. And his blasted wearable sculpture didn’t make it any easier. I could just envision it cracking a tooth. Or ten. Tears ran down my face, and I began to retch, not there was much in my stomach to bring up. I was going on a bagel with lox and cream cheese, orange juice, iced coffee, Gatorade, water and the snacks that Aiden had shared…eight or nine hours ago. “Not so smart, now, are you?” Daddy Scorpio snarled. “No snappy comeback? Oh, yeah, your mouth is otherwise occupied,” he taunted as he thrust in and out of my mouth. I considered biting him for that one, but I wanted to make sure that he raped my ass. I had realized that then the only cum in my ass would be his and that bastard of a science teacher. Along with the film, they’d both be ruined completely. Not that I was going to let off the other three. It would mean going to campus police and the real police, but that’s what my dad would tell me to do. We needed to establish the chain of evidence. I did my best to relax, and began to have some success; my throat spasms eased a little. Of course, that’s when Daddy decided he’d had enough of that, pulled his dick out of my mouth. I checked with my tongue, and all my teeth were intact. Then he was grabbing my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders. Just a short while ago, I’d had a fraternity full of guys make love to me. This was all about power; I finally understood what it meant when they said that rape had nothing to do with sex. He started to jam his cock in my ass, and it was unbearable. I screamed, and managed to kick him in the side of his head. He smacked me across the face, back-handed; I didn’t stars, I saw entire galaxies. My ears were ringing and my left cheek throbbed. While I was still stunned from the vicious blow he rammed himself in. I couldn’t even muster a scream, just a groan. “I will break you, boy. You’ll be begging me for mercy,” he thrust in and out of my tender asshole, long, hard strokes that I felt head to foot. I could feel something warm dripping out of me; I had a feeling it was blood. I had to let him get off before I was damaged permanently. I reached around and began stroking his balls as I’d done earlier, hoping that would do the trick. It did. Thank heavens the guy was so fucking predictable. His thrusts picked up and he was grunting and groaning. Then he placed his hands around my throat and began to squeeze. “I’ve always wanted to do a snuff scene,” he said, “and this is the perfect time,” he growled. “Not only will you be out of my way, but your boyfriend will be the one to take the fall. I’ll make sure Mike is charged with your murder, and that your friends are indicted as co-conspirators. I’m going to crush you like a bug under the heel of my boot.” I took me a minute to understand that he was serious, this was not some sick fantasy and I started clawing at his hands; my heart was pounding, my chest heaving, and a yellow haze was clouding my vision. I couldn’t pass out, or that would be it; he had positioned us so that no one in the room would see what was happening. I managed to grab one of his fingers and pulled it back with my remaining strength. He howled with pain, and the pressure let up enough for me to gasp “Mike, help, he’s choking me!” before Daddy Scorpio was able to fasten both hands back around my throat. “Darren, no” Mike shouted. “Stop it, Coach, have you lost your fucking mind?” Mike came up behind the Coach, and got him in a headlock. Daddy Scorpio immediately let go of my throat to grab at Mike’s forearm. I gasped and started to cough and wheeze, unable to catch my breath. I felt a draft, heard shouts, and saw Carlos leading the entire frat, yelling “Don’t let any of these scumbags leave,” as he made a beeline for Daddy Scorpio and landed a right hook to his jaw. “El cabrón, hijo de puta,” Carlos said as he followed up with a left, and then delivered what appeared to be a knockout punch. Daddy completely lost his erection, and slumped against Mike’s restraining forearm. Aiden and Aaron spread the black silk sheet over me. Aiden took my head in his lap, stroking my hair and Aaron was holding my hand, saying “Try to relax, help is on the way.” And that’s when I fainted.

This is really original. I love the premise!

Great start... like where it's going.

Thanks! Maybe I should complete the conventional romance novel I was working on. I worry that no one will want to buy it.

I can appreciate the appeal of smooth, especially when I top, but I'm totally fine with either. I call myself an EOW: Equal Opportunity Whore!

12300 views!!! Thanks folks!

Thank you! ;-)

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Working on it...life insists on happening and keeping me from writing the next chapter. And I'm finicky about what I put out there...even if readers just skim all the conversation (or skip it) and go straight for the sex, for me I need to create characters and atmosphere. Otherwise it's just tab P into slot A and who really needs to read it?

Think back on their other scenes...it'll be explosive in more ways than one!

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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!