Pozzed: A Love Story

[wroxguy]

Thanks.  One of the BEST written stories I have read in years...

[backpackguy]

Luv this story...keep it up (pun intended)!! Dame tu leche.....

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[NYBBGUY58]

Thanks. One of the BEST written stories I have read in years...

I appreciate that, thanks!

Luv this story...keep it up (pun intended)!! Dame tu leche.....

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Great,thanks! Question: are the Spanish phrases idiomatic? I confess I'm searching on Google, and lifting things from dictionaries. Edited May 9, 2016 by NYBBGUY58

[oinker]

you certainly  have   the  gift   Oink  bro keep it  cumming

[NYBBGUY58]

(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.

[NYBBGUY58]

New chapter!  Finally.  I had to edit a lot...

 

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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…

Edited May 13, 2016 by NYBBGUY58

[NYBBGUY58]

Next chapter...very long.  Hope no one minds.

 

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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.

[oinker]

This gets better each time ! Iam sure the show with Darren as the inductee of this erotic ritual , into the brotherhood of Scorpio ,will be X rated and climatic. Let the show begin!

Edited May 16, 2016 by oinker

[NYBBGUY58]

This gets better each time ! Iam sure the show with Darren as the inductee of this erotic ritual , into the brotherhood of Scorpio ,will be X rated and climatic. Let the show begin!

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

[NYBBGUY58]

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

[NYBBGUY58]

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.

Edited May 24, 2016 by NYBBGUY58

[pisces bearcub]

Damn, this is just getting better!

[NYBBGUY58]

Damn, this is just getting better!

Thanks! 

[oinker]

I wonder how Daddy Scorpio will use Darren with his piece of hardware. Sounds like it will be very hot

[NYBBGUY58]

I wonder how Daddy Scorpio will use Darren with his piece of hardware. Sounds like it will be very hot

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