Boys Love Torture

This story contains sexual acts between boys and occasionally between men and boys. If this is not to your taste, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further.

Also be advised, some of the scenarios will, at times, be fairly cruel and barbaric. Again if this is not to your taste, read with caution. Don't even bother flaming me about it! Just stop reading! It is as simple as that! If you continue to read and feel compelled to flame me... talk to your own therapist before you do... because you can't talk to mine!

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This is the continuing saga of a group of teenage boys who explore the "realm" of BDSM. For some, it is merely a period of simple experimentation. But for many it is a time of intense excitement. Straight or gay, as a teenager, the hormones tend to run wild, seeking whatever outlet they can find for satisfaction. Couple that with the dark "facts" about boys and you have the potential for some really crazy times!

This story is fictional.

Boys Love Torture - Chapter 20 (BB, b/B, bb, b/M, M/b discipline, humiliation, spanking, oral, anal, cbt, bd, sm)

**************************************************************** CHAPTER PROLOGUE and STORY NOTES:

ABOUT THE CHARACTERS!

As some may have noticed, I have sort of "phased out" a few characters. Not to worry though the "Main Characters" will continue to be in the ongoing story... Chip, Dennis, Stevie, Mark, Matt, Aaron, Jason, Logan , Coach Taylor, and Justyn will all be there. Pete and Andy will also be returning soon. Some of the ancillary characters like Zack, Skyler and Steph may make periodic appearances.

The newer characters who will almost definitely continue to have encounters with "the boys" are Cody and Casey (they appear in this chapter). They are essentially taking the place of some really young characters who are being phased out.

As in life, and the movies, guys have their inner circles, but also encounter others along the way. Just because someone is mentioned by name, during an intense encounter with any of the BLT boys, doesn't mean they will remain on center stage.

As many of the emails I have received attest, there are a lot of guys out there who are as enamored as I am with the idea of younger guys (i.e., Teenagers) being in control of older guys (ie. College age and/or early 20's) especially for long periods of time.

EXPLORING FANTASIES!

Being a work of "fiction" allows a great deal of latitude to explore some dark and or legally questionable or immoral "fantasies" to their fullest. This Chapter "pushes the limit" in one key area... which is adult (College age or close)/youth (teenager) encounters. Just because these encounters are included in the storyline does not mean that the author condones such activity!

CHARACTER CAPSULE SUMMARIES!

The Youngsters- Stevie and Jimmy (Plus the "Brat Punks" in the park!)

The Early& Mid-Teens- Mark, Dennis, Chip, Pete, Andy, Skyler, Zack

The Older Teens- Matt, Logan, Jason, Justyn

The College Aged Guys (Or Close)- Aaron, Coach Taylor, Casey, Cody, Steph (the oldest at 24)

WARNING: This is a LONG Chapter!!!!!

**************************************************************** Chip and Mark's Long Term Slave Conquests

Dennis was actually in a little state of shock as he realized that the "cousin" Tommy had been talking about was actually Mark and, of course Mark was really surprised to find Tommy there.

"So what's going on here, Mark?" Tommy inquired as he got dressed.

Mark thought for a moment then said, "Well, we were just fooling around. You know, doing stuff."

Tommy giggled as he finished dressing, "Yea it appears so. It's a shame I have to go, maybe you can tell me about it later."

Mark promised that he would as Tommy headed out the door. After Tommy was gone, and the initial shock wore off, Mark was actually sad that Tommy had to leave cause he thought it probably would have been fun to get him involved.

Dennis's mind was once again racing. He didn't know why he was so attracted to Tommy. There was just something about him that really turned him on. And the fact that he was Mark's cousin just seemed to add to his level of excitement. He would definitely have to get together with them!

Mark smiled at Dennis and said, "So what's next?"

Dennis knelt beside the coffee table and untied Steph.

"Well, I guess it's time to really torture my big brother. I can't wait to get him to beg."

Dennis thought about putting Steph back in the window, but decided against it. For now he wanted to direct all of his attention to Chip, and Steph's nice fat cock would be part of that attention.

He shackled Steph's hands behind his back and marched him towards the kitchen as he said, "Oh and don't worry Mark, you'll get your shot at Chip. I know how much you are into this stuff. In fact, I'll let you go first! You got any ideas of what you'd like to do to him while he's on the exam table? Oh and by the way, just so you know, we're ALL gonna fuck him."

Mark grinned and felt a major surge in his cock. While Coach was licking Chip's body, he had taken some time to look through the cabinet with all the toys and equipment and found some things he wanted to try out on Chip.

As he followed Dennis and Steph down the stairs, he said, `Well, I have a few things I'd like to try on Chip, but what about the other dudes?"

Dennis laughed as they entered the dungeon, "Don't worry, I got something in mind that is nasty and twisted, and will keep them occupied'! I call it the buddy system!'"

And what he had in mind was, indeed, nasty and twisted.

Mark watched in awe as Dennis set up the "buddy system."

On one side of the dungeon there was a series of pulley's hanging from the ceiling and on the floor. Dennis unshackled Steph and Coach and had them stand facing each other under the pulleys about six feet apart.

He tied a piece of rope around each of their balls and ran them up through the pulleys. Then he had both of them hold their arms out. He tied their wrists to spreader bars and ran ropes from the spreader bars up and down through other pulleys and then gathered a bunch of weights.

It took Mark a little while to figure out exactly what Dennis was doing. He figured it out just as Dennis finished.

It really was nasty and twisted.

Coach and Steph were standing there, with their arms outstretched in front of them, with their wrists tied to spreader bars. The bars were connected to weights via the pulleys. But they were also connected to the other guy's balls.

Both had to hold their bar straight out in front by applying downward pressure against the weights, which were pulling the bars upwards. If the bar rose, it would pull on the other guy's balls up.

Mark was amazed. It was an ingenious set up.

Dennis stepped back, looked back and forth between the two and snickered, "Okay, I think you two perv's are smart enough to figure this out. I call this the buddy system. Your job is to protect your buddy's balls from the full force of the weights. Whoever's arms give out first will be the loser, because he will have caused his buddy great pain. And the loser will get a major penalty, one that I call a "field trip". So be thinking about that!"

Mark looked at Coach and Steph. Both were already sweating and concentrating on holding their bars down... and both were boned to the max. They were pretty sure Dennis's idea of a "field trip" would involve going outside. It worried both of them, but was also exciting in a strange way.

Dennis grinned at Mark and said, "Okay, it's time to get to the main event. I hope you have something really nasty in mind for my brother."

Mark looked at Dennis, swallowed hard and said, "Well, yea, I do, I am just a little worried... I don't want to do any real damage, but I sort of would really like to be rough... I like Chip and all, but I also would like to make him suffer... a lot. Sounds crazy I know."

Dennis patted Mark on the back and said, "Dude, it's okay, just go for it. I want to see him suffer too! He is so boned... so it will really be sexual agony."

Chip really was a tough kid. But at the moment he wasn't feeling all that tough, naked and strapped down on the exam table with his genitals and ass totally vulnerable... and worse, his sadistic brother urging Mark on.

Chip and Mark were pretty close, and knew each other well. Mark liked it when Chip made him do "stuff"... but he also seemed to enjoy it when he had a chance to do "things" to Chip. What remained to be seen was which he enjoyed more.

Mark looked at Chip on the exam table... naked and vulnerable. More blood rushed into his cock as started pulling things out of the cabinet. Friendship aside, for the moment, all he could think about was making Chip suffer, like he had never suffered before.

Dennis saw the stuff Mark was pulling out of the cabinet. He put a blindfold on Chip and chuckled, "Yo big brother, I don't think you wanna see this stuff. It's pretty freaking scary!"

To Dennis's delight, Chip started to shake.

He watched as Mark continued pulling stuff out of the cabinet. He patted Chip's cock and balls and chuckled, "Dude, you're shaking! Well I guess you should! Looks like your buddy Mark has some really nasty stuff planned for your cock and balls."

Dennis was so "into" things now. He loved the feeling of being in total control of these naked guys and loved making them suffer, especially his older brother. Sure, messing with Stevie could be fun too, but it was so much better when the guy being tortured was really developed sexually.

He looked at the stuff Mark had pulled out of the cabinet and pulled him to the other side of the room out of Chip's earshot.

"Okay Dude, I was looking at some of the stuff you got out, and I wanted to make sure you understand something. I just confirmed it with Steph. I see you have those two insolated metal plates, with the hex nuts on them. You know what it's for?"

Mark chuckled, "Yea, it's pretty obvious, it's for crushing a guys balls, and even cooler is it has an electrical hookup so you can shock them at the same time."

Dennis chuckled, "Yea, you got it. I just wanted you to know that you really can cause a lot of pain, without damaging the balls permanently. You actually can crush them pretty flat. Chip's balls are pretty big for a guy his age, so it should be fun."

Mark smiled and said, "Yea, I read about that too. And I plan to hit the plates with that mallet every now and then. That should really make him scream cause it should really hurt."

Dennis smiled back and continued, "We also want to make sure he stays hard the whole time. That makes the cock torture even more exciting. I noticed you also pulled out that box with the container of needles in it. Are you planning what I think you are?"

Mark got this wicked look on his face and said, "Well, I guess... I'm still not to sure. I read all about `play piercings' on the net, and think I can do it right. It sounds like it will really hurt... And will scare the shit out of Chip."

Dennis said, "Yea, it probably would, so if you're gonna do it, you're gonna want to show him the needles, to get him really scared."

Mark said, "Don't worry, I will for sure. I'll also show him the little leather thongs that you can slip over each end of the needles and hang those little weights from. Just enough to hurt like hell, but not enough to rip the needle out of the skin."

Dennis chuckled, "Dude, that's so nasty, but cool. Sounds almost like what those Indians had to do in that dance... you know when then had those sharp bones piercing the skin on their chests and had to dance until they were ripped out."

Mark laughed, "Yea, I sort of got the idea from that, but also read about it on the net. By the way, it looks like those pills really worked well on Chip."

Dennis smiled broadly as he looked back across the room and saw Chip's big cock sticking straight in the air. "Yea, I've seen him boned lots of times, but not like this. It looks like his cock is ready to explode."

Chip was feeling the same way. His cock continued to throb and his horniness continued to get worse. He tried to calm himself down, but wasn't having much luck. The dungeon smelled strongly of sex and naked aroused men and boys. He could hear Coach and Steph's heavy breathing as they struggled to hold their spreader bars level.

He had seen Dennis's twisted arrangement just before he was blindfolded and couldn't stop thinking about the two of them. Even worse, he thought about Dennis's comment about a field trip for the loser, and his cock throbbed some more.

The very thought of taking one of them outside and forcing them to do things, more or less in public, was another major turn-on for Chip. He had masturbated to thoughts of taking Coach out in public, and humiliating him.

Suddenly he sensed a presence nearby. Fingers ran through his hair and some ran up and down his inner thighs.

"Well, big brother, looks like Mark has things pretty much ready. Those are his hands on your inner thighs, I told him just how overly-sensitive yours are, so hopefully he'll be able to use that knowledge."

That did cause Chip to tremble a little. Rubbing his inner thighs was one of the quickest ways to get him super boned. But they could also be used to cause him lots of pain.

Dennis continued, "Oh and just so you know, we've decided that we're gonna make you cum six times today. And after that we're gonna use the milking rod on you to make you cum six more times. Both of us can't wait to see that."

Chip was desperate to cum. But that many times, in such a short period, would quickly turn from fun to something else entirely. So once again, to Dennis's delight, Chip shook a little.

Listening to Dennis's taunting of Chip was having an effect on both Coach and Steph who were straining to hold their bars level. They glanced over at Chip's naked, hot teen body, secured firmly on the exam table and both felt surges in their cocks.

Dennis seemed to sense their feelings, and decided to add to it. He told Mark to get started and quickly retrieved two items from the cabinet.

He walked over to Coach and showed him what was in his hands. There were two vibrating butt plugs. He lubed them both up and quickly worked one inside Coach Taylor's tight quivering ass and turned it on. He did the same to Steph, then stepped back and giggled, "That should help keep you two pervs excited. And remember, the loser goes on a field trip!"

Both started breathing even harder.

When Dennis got back to the table, Chip was breathing a lot harder too. Mark was in the process of sliding Chip's balls between the two metal plates, and it was clear Chip knew exactly what they were.

Dennis pulled the blindfold off, looked Chip in the eye and chuckled, "Okay Big Brother, you promised full cooperation, but if it does get to be too much for you, you can just ask for a deal, and I'll give you one, and we won't hold it against you. Okay?"

Chip nodded and said simply, "Okay."

He hoped he wouldn't get to that point, since making a "deal" with Dennis would not be an easy thing and he already had to do the thing in the park with the bratty punks. He tilted his head down and rolled his eyes as he saw Mark plugging the electrical wires into the two metal plates that now held his balls.

The prospects of holding out got a little bleaker as Chip saw what Mark was doing next.

Mark set another small box down on the floor, pulled out four small round, wired electrical plates and taped them to the inside of Chip's inner thighs. He plugged them into another control box and switched it on.

Chip immediately felt a tingling in his thighs. It was actually a good feeling which Chip was certain would change quickly.

Mark took hold of the large hex nut on the top metal plate and started turning it. The plate began squeezing Chip's balls and he started to moan. It doesn't take much pressure to cause pain in a guy's testicles, and Mark was taking it nice and slow.

He kept his eyes on Chip's face and he smiled as he saw him grimace and start to pant.

Several moans came from nearby and the boys all turned their heads to look at Coach and Steph. Both were totally drenched in sweat, and were really struggling to hold their bars up. Coach yelped a little when he felt a sharp tug on his balls, as Steph tried to change his stance and momentarily let his bar rise up. He looked at Coach and said, "Sorry Dude!"

Coach panted back, "That's okay. It happens."

Dennis was really pleased that both of them remained boned to the max.

He looked back at Chip and smiled some more. He could tell Chip was starting to suffer, and decided to add to his dilemma.

He picked up his smelly dirty jock strap and leaned closer to Chip. He said, "Okay Big Brother, I know how perved you are too, so you'll probably enjoy this a lot."

He stretched the jock over Chip's face so the pouch covered his nose and mouth and chirped, "Okay Bro, take a deep breath. I know you just love my smell."

Chip's initial reaction was to twitch his nose. The smell of Dennis's well-used jock was rather pungent. It smelled strongly of sweat, stale and fresh, and also of cum. Chip breathed deeply and felt his cock throb some more. The other odor was there as well... the smell of an almost constantly aroused teenage boy.

Dennis saw Chip's cock bounce and giggled, "See I knew you would like it."

Chip moaned more as Mark continued turned the hex nut. The pain in his balls increased, and he felt something new... there was now a tingling caused by a series of electrical shocks coming from the two metal plates. The tingling on his inner thighs also increased.

Chip managed to focus his thoughts for a moment as he considered Mark. "Dang!" he thought, "This dude is really fucking good at using electrical torture stuff. I'll have to remember this."

He would remember it for a long time.

As much as Dennis wanted to mess with the two older guys, he couldn't pull himself away from Chip. He figured he'd just let them suffer, and get involved once one of them gave up.

He leaned closer to Chip and said tauntingly, "Yea Bro, I can tell you are really into smelling that dirty jock of mine. Which leads me to believe, you've probably done it before. Is that right Chip? Do you like smelling my jocks? Do you sniff them when I'm not around?"

Unfortunately for Chip, he couldn't stop his face from blushing. Dennis saw Chip's cheeks turn red on either side of his jock pouch. He decided immediately to press on to add a major dose of humiliation to Chip's suffering, which was increasing by the minute. And after his little go round with Steph upstairs, he had pretty much figured out a way to humiliate just a little more.

For some strange reason, it was one thing to make a guy talk about how he jacked off, but it seemed to be another to get him to use the more "clinical" terms... like "masturbate"... "ejaculate"... "penis"... "erection"... "testicles"... and so on.

The pain and stimulation was starting to get to Chip. His balls were aching and the tingling on his inner thighs was beginning to feel like tiny pin pricks. He had a similar feeling in his flattening balls as Mark masterfully worked the electrical controls.

Dennis glared at Chip and snapped, "Well Big Brother, you going to admit it? Remember full cooperation! That means the truth.

Chip began entering a daze-like state as he tried to channel his pain. His cock was hurting too, and needed a release... he heard Coach and Steph moaning... he took another deep breath, got a strong dose of Dennis's cock scent from the jock and stammered, "Umm, yea... okay... yea... I've done it... but... I bet you have too."

The look on Dennis's face gave Chip a tiny moment of victory.

The truth was, both brothers had, in fact, used each other's dirty jocks in much the same way. Sniffing them while masturbating, and in Chip's case while doing his little explorations into self bondage. It was a turn-on for both.

Dennis stammered, "Don't worry about me... worry about you! Now you tell us what you've done while you sniffed my dirty jocks! And I want to hear it in terms like you'd hear in health class... and NOT like we talk! Get it right and you just might save yourself an hour on the table."

Chip thought about it for a moment. He gasped as he felt another stab of pain in his balls. Mark had picked up the pace and was flattening his balls faster. Chip was crossing the line quickly, and was no longer thinking straight."

"Well, okay... Aghhhhhhhhh... SHIT! That fucking hurts!.... BUT... Okay, yea, I admit it! I smell your jocks... and your undies sometimes... I get an instant erection when I smell them sometimes...and then I masturbate while I smell them or lick them! And I masturbate until I ejaculate. Sometimes I ejaculate into your freaking jock! And sometimes I ejaculate on your pillow... hell I've even done it on your toothbrush a few times!"

Chip couldn't believe he had said it.

Dennis couldn't believe it either.

Mark was momentarily distracted by Chip's admissions, as were Coach and Steph. They were both smiling. Steph looked over at Dennis and managed to chuckle through his panting, "Little Dude, I think you better get a new toothbrush!"

Coach and Steph laughed so hard, they let their bars move up a little and both grunted from the pain.

Dennis was at a loss for words.

It was a bizarre moment. The pain in Chip's balls was really intense. Mark started turning the nut again and Chip screamed, "AGGGGHHHHHHHHH! Oh GOD! FUCK!!!! AGHHHHHHHH!"

Chip looked at Dennis, managed to "channel" some of the pain and couldn't resist taunting Dennis back, which under the circumstances was probably not a good idea, "Aggghhhh... DUDE... that's not the only shit... Hahahaha... remember the cook out last week... you were getting out of the pool... and I said I'd fix you a burger and asked what you wanted on it? And you said, the usual! Well I fixed it for you... and gave you the `usual'... which meant it had some extra special mayo on the bun."

Dennis was looking increasingly disoriented.

If Coach and Steph were not in the situation they were in, both would have fallen down laughing.

Despite the pain, Chip could not resist one more jab at his younger brother.

"But that's okay Squirt, that wasn't the only time you've eaten my cum... oops, I mean my ejaculate. You've been eating it for awhile now, ever since I started cranking it out, you just didn't know it! Yea, you just love it when I make grilled cheese and other things."

Dennis's face turned bright red. He started breathing hard as he glared at Chip.

Chip glanced at Mark and managed a painful giggle, "See, now don't you think that is a sign of full cooperation? Shouldn't I get extra credit for that?"

Mark didn't know what to say.

There was a moment of intense silence which ended when Dennis looked at Chip and shouted, "You sneaky MOTHER-FUCKER! I'll give you something extra."

He picked up the mallet, and slammed it into the center of the top metal plate on Chip's balls. Chip screamed really loud as pain coursed through his body.

"CLANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"

"AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHH!! GODDDDDDDD!"

Dennis delivered four more hard blows with the mallet... each one causing Chip to scream louder and louder.

"CLANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"

"AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHH!! GODDDDDDDD!"

"CLANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"... "CLANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!" ... "CLANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"

"AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHH!! GODDDDDDDD! FUCK! SHIT! AGGGHHHHHHH!"

The pain was so intense that Chip thought he would throw up at any moment. Still he managed to maintain some level of control of his faculties.

Steph was really struggling now to keep his bar where it was. His arms were hurting and he was breathing really hard. And speaking of hard, his cock was once again totally and painfully erect. His "brother fetish" saw to that. The ongoing encounter between these two siblings was totally incredible.

The two seemed to be fairly evenly matched physically and mentally. It was the emotional side that was in doubt. Just thirty minutes earlier, it did indeed, appear like the younger of the two had the emotional "high ground." But now Steph wasn't so sure. Chip was clearly in a lot of pain, but there was something about the way he was talking to Dennis that seemed to indicate the tide just might be turning.

Chip may have been taken a little by surprise earlier by Dennis's actions and level of knowledge, but the bottom line was, when he put his mind to it, Dennis was fairly predictable... he was most dangerous when he was pissed off and horny. Oddly enough, he was less dangerous when he was SUPER pissed off and horny. That's when he got very irrational, and made dumb decisions... really dumb decisions, and bets.

From Chip's standpoint Dennis was just about there. He figured he was in for a rough time regardless of what happened, so why not just go for it! It's not like he had a lot of options.

Chip looked at Dennis through watery eyes and taunted, "What's the matter Squirt? You upset about the fact you've been eating my `ejaculate' for so long... or is it because I'm not asking for a deal yet?"

Dennis snarled as he delivered three more nasty blows to the metal plate on Chip's balls, "FUCK YOU! CHIP! You are an asshole!"

"CLANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"

"CLANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"

"CLANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"

"AGGGGGGGGGH! OOOGD! GODDDDD!... FUCKKKKK!!! AGGHHHH!"

Mark was actually getting a little worried. He heard Chip's screams, and saw how hard he was pulling at his bonds. He looked at how flat Chip's balls were and how much he was trembling and decided to at least lower the electric current a little.

Dennis saw him reaching for the controls, slapped his hand away and said, "Fuck, him turn it up another notch!"

Mark hesitated for just a moment, then turned both electrical controls up one more notch. Dennis smiled as Chip screamed even louder and panted.

"AGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Steph and Coach were both amazed at how much punishment Chip was taking. Steph looked at Coach and whispered, "That is one fucking tough kid."

Coach nodded and whispered back, "Yea, no shit!"

Dennis looked at his suffering brother. He loved seeing Chip like this... naked... sweating... and suffering. He grabbed the hex nut and gave it a few more turns. More pain shot through Chip's suffering balls. He started to get really worried that they actually would be crushed.

Tears ran down his face as he saw the insane look on Dennis's face. Dennis snarled, "Ready for a deal now Bro, or is it like in that movie... `Or are you thirsty for more?'"

Chip glared at Dennis and shook his head sharply. He could tell Dennis was really getting super pissed, and figured he just needed to hang on a little longer.

Dennis was totally frustrated. He was desperate to make Chip ask for a deal. To hear him beg. Everyone else in the room was listening and watching. He grabbed the electrical control and turned the one that controlled the plates on Chip's inner thighs up as far as it would go.

Chip shrieked as he felt what was like a thousand needles pricks on his inner thighs. His leg muscles started to spasm and he was sure he was on the verge of getting a nasty cramp.

"EEEEGGGGOD!!! AHHHH!!!! SHITTTTT!!!!!"

Somehow he managed to hang in there. He wanted the pain to stop, but he wanted to beat Dennis even more. He saw the look on Dennis's face and managed a weak grin, "You seem upset little brother. Something not going the way you planned?"

Dennis gritted his teeth, grabbed Chip's hard cock and started slapping it as he snapped, "Don't worry about my fucking plans. There's a lot more coming. So are you ready to deal or what?"

At this point, Dennis was ready to jump at anything that would appear to be a little victory. Chip had really pissed him off. As dumb as it was, when Chip gave him an out, he took it. Cause in his mind, it was essentially a victory.

Chip grunted, "So how about a bet instead? It'll be a good one. And well worth the risk."

Chip actually was surprised when Dennis went for it, especially in view of what happened with their most recent bet. Dennis could be just as competitive as Chip was, so it wasn't that much of a stretch. And as irrational as he was at the moment, it seemed like Chip had caved in.

"Okay, so what's the bet?" Dennis asked curiously. "It better be a good one, with something really big in it for me."

Chip thought as fast as he could. He looked at Mark and said, "Dude, could you take this stuff off of me, so we can work this out?"

Dennis shrugged his shoulders and nodded at Mark, who shut everything off and quickly removed the ball press and the other things.

Dennis waited patiently for Chip to catch his breath. Then he gestured towards Coach and Steph and said, "Okay Chip, no fucking tricks. What's the bet? Hurry up, cause I think we're about to have a winner in our special contest over there."

The boys looked at Steph and Coach. It appeared Dennis was correct. Both were really straining to hold their bars. Coach appeared to be having the most trouble.

Dennis looked at Chip, shrugged and said smartly, "Well? What's the fucking bet? Or should we put the stuff back on you?"

Chip's mind was racing. He was slightly distracted by his aching balls, and the fact he was still secured on the exam table. He glanced at Coach and Steph and an idea popped into his head.

"Okay, it's actually a little more than just a bet, it's like a tournament... Brother vs. Brother... me against you... and who ever wins gets the big prize."

He could tell he had Dennis's interest now, so he continued.

"We'll do it on a weekend. Mark and Coach could maybe be the judges or something."

Dennis asked curiously, "Okay so what are the events, and what is the big prize."

Chip knew, the only way he could get Dennis to bite on this was to make it appear Dennis had a real shot at winning, and a really enticing prize.

If Steph's arms weren't hurting so much, he might be enjoying this whole brotherly exchange much more. He had been amazed with Dennis, but was rapidly becoming enamored with Chip.

Chip continued thinking fast.

"Well, yea, okay. We can agree on the actual rules later, but it will go like this. Each of us will be able to come up with, say four or five events... they can be just about anything, video game competitions, wrestling, swimming, running, one-on-one sports, you name it... and maybe the judges will get to add one, just in case there's a tie."

Chip knew that he would have an advantage in most of the athletic events chosen, but not all. Dennis was a fierce competitor, and just as gifted as he was when it came to sports. The video game thing was a real "carrot" for Dennis, since he was better at most video games than Chip was.

Dennis thought for several moments and then asked, "Okay, let's say we do it, what's the prize gonna be? Like I said, it better be a really good one!"

Dennis was clearly not thinking straight now, but Chip was, at least sort of straight.

"Okay, well how about this. We're both obviously into this whole "sex and torture slave" thing, so how about this... school is starting soon... and whoever loses the tournament will be the winner's slave boy for the whole school year."

Chip did realize there was a chance he could lose, and being Dennis's slave for the entire school year would be really tough. Then again, the thought of having Dennis as his slave was extremely appealing. He was "developing" physically just as fast as Chip had, and seemed to be becoming cuter and hotter by the day.

Dennis had just lost a bet to Chip the night before, and yet here he was again seriously considering another one. He looked at his brother secured on the table and his cock twitched. All he could think about was what it would be like to have Chip as his slave for the entire school year. Making him do nasty things almost every day.

Dennis chuckled, "Okay, you're on! But anything goes... and I do mean anything! And you still have more to do today... and still have to do the park thing!"

Chip chuckled, "Of course, and you and Mark still have to pay up as well... to the winner... and also for the three special challenges... as promised."

Dennis chuckled back, "Of course big brother!"

He was about to say something else, when Steph suddenly screamed.

"GODDDDDDDDDDDDD... AGGGHHH!"

They turned their heads and looked.

Coach's arms had finally given out and the full pressure of the weights he had been holding back was on Steph's balls.

Dennis rushed over. He let Steph suffer for a few moments then untied his balls.

Coach was panting and looking at Steph, "Sorry man, I just couldn't hold it anymore."

Steph panted back, "It's okay Dude, I was getting close myself."

Dennis released Coach as well. When he was done, he looked at Coach and said, "Well, you lost Coach, so looks like you've earned yourself a `field trip'. We'll do that soon. Meanwhile you both have a special job to do."

He guided them over to the exam table and told them to get their cocks as hard as possible.

They both looked down at Chip and started stroking. The sight of the hot naked teenager, bound and vulnerable was just incredible.

Dennis leaned over the end of the table and said teasingly, "Okay big brother, we'll do your bet. I'm gonna enjoy having you for the whole school year... cause this time I'm gonna win! For right now, you got more to do, and we're gonna start with all of us getting really `close' to you. Since I'm your brother I get to go first."

Dennis rearranged the jock on Chip's face so the pouch was one again directly over his nose. He walked around positioned himself between Chip's legs that were still secured in the stirrups and pressed his cock head against Chip's exposed hole.

He squeezed some lube on his cock, tossed the bottle to Mark and said, "Okay Chipster, open the door!"

Chip felt the pressure on his hole and instinctively clamped down. Dennis smacked his ass hard and said, "I said open the door!"

He kept smacking Chip's ass hard and pressing until finally the tip of his cock head forced it's way inside. Chip gasped as he felt his brother enter his body.

Predictably, Dennis wasted no time. He rammed his cock all the way in and laughed when Chip shouted, "OH GOD!"

"I'm getting bigger every day big brother. Who knows, maybe I'll be bigger than you one day."

Dennis didn't give Chip anytime to adjust. He immediately started thrusting in and out as fast and hard as he could. Chip gasped again as he felt his brother's cock sliding in and out of his ass.

Steph almost came as he watched the hot little scene between the two brothers. He glanced at Coach and said softly, "Shit, this is so hot."

Coach could only manage a nod. Steph was right, it was "hot" watching Dennis fuck his own brother.

Dennis was so worked up that it didn't take him long to cum again. Even after all the dildo-ing, Chip's ass was still really tight.

Dennis felt his balls tighten, along with every muscle in his body. He rammed his cock deep into Chip with one final savage thrust and screamed as he shot a nice sized little load into his brother's ass.

Dennis remained in Chip's ass for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of having his older brother's ass wrapped around his cock. He looked down at Chip's super hard cock and realized Chip was getting close to cumming. There was a lot of precum dripping from his slit.

When he finally pulled out he turned to Mark and said, "Your turn! And don't go easy on him! Show no mercy!"

He placed a small cup on the exam table and told Mark to try and catch his cum with it, and to watch for any signs that Chip was cumming so he could catch his too.

Mark followed Dennis's instructions. He worked his cock into Chip's ass as fast as he could and then started really pounding away. Chip moaned and groaned as Mark plunged in and out of him rapidly. It seemed like Mark tried to get deeper with every thrust.

Like Dennis, it didn't take Mark long to reach the edge. Just before he came, he pulled out, grabbed the cup and shot a nice little load of young teen seed into it. It was another hot moment for Coach and Steph, watching the young soccer player, with the tight little body, shoot into the cup.

Chip was really breathing hard now and Dennis could tell he was getting very close. Dennis leaned closer and said, "Okay Big Brother, I want you to warn us when you are getting close to ejaculating. When you are, you just say `cup' so when can catch all of your stuff."

Chip nodded.

Mark reluctantly pulled his cock out of Chip's ass and stepped back. Dennis pointed to Coach and said, "Your turn! Same instructions as I gave Mark... no mercy... cum in the cup... oh yea, and Coach I want to see all of that monster cock of your's inside my brother."

Coach was breathing hard as he pressed his cock head up against Chip's tight hole. He couldn't believe he was actually fucking his hot young running partner. It took a little while for Chip's ass to open enough for Coach's cock. Not only was it really long, it was pretty thick too. Not as thick as Steph's, but thick.

It wasn't long before Chip really started to pant. Pain shot through his body as Coach worked his monster cock inside the tight jock.

"OH GOD! FUCK!" Chip shouted.

Dennis slapped Coach's ass really hard and snapped, "NO MERCY! Coach! All the way in! Now!"

Coach braced himself. He looked down at Chip's jock covered face, saw the tears of pain in his eyes and felt a little sorry for his little buddy.

Dennis slapped his ass again and Coach reared up and suddenly forced his cock all the way in Chip's tight little hole.

Chip thrashed and screamed as Coach's thick patch of pubic hair slammed against his cheeks.

"OH MY GOD! SHIT!!!!! AGGHHHH! GOD DAM!!"

In spite of Dennis's urgings, Coach had to wait a few minutes for Chip to settle down. He was shaking too much. When at last it seemed his hole had become somewhat adjusted, Coach started fucking Chip slowly. He pulled almost halfway out before ramming all the way back in.

Each thrust produced a loud moan from Chip, along with some serious shaking.

For Chip the pain was pretty bad. Yet, in spite of it, he found himself getting really turned on. He looked at Coach's face, saw the look of determination and lust and surrendered to the feeling.

Coach was thrusting in and out really fast and hard. He felt Chip's ass clamp down hard on his cock, about the same time he heard Chip scream, "CUP!!!"

Dennis picked up the cup, grabbed Chip's cock and aimed it inside the cup. He just made it.

Chip's cock really throbbed hard as he shot a full load of his own rich teen cum into the cup. Dennis loved being able to feel his brother cumming. There was something great about having his hand around Chip's cock at that moment.

Steph watched in awe as Chip shot several volleys into the cup and thought to himself, "Damn, this kid is a real cum machine." Little did he know, all of the guys in Chip's family produced large amounts of the white stuff. What's more they produced it really fast. It was a family trait.

Dennis stroked Chip's cock until he was sure it was all out.

Coach had seen Chip's wonderful ejaculation show and got to the edge. Somehow he managed to pull out of Chip and grab the cup from Dennis. He was just in time.

Dennis chuckled, "Way to go Coach!" as he watched him add his full load of adult cum to the cup. Coach's cumming display was really animated. He shook all over and cried out as he shot into the cup.

As soon as Coach got hold of himself, Steph stepped between Chip's splayed legs. Chip glanced down and stared at Steph's thick cock. Dennis saw where Chip was looking and laughed, "Now that's what we can honestly call an ass-splitter, don't you think bro?"

Chip trembled as Steph pressed against his hole. Like Coach he did feel a little sorry for the kid, but was in a state of total lust, and all he could think about was getting his cock inside the hot teen's ass.

It took some time for Chip's ass to yield enough for Steph's thick monster to slip inside. From the moment he entered, Chip's moans turned to cries and screams. The pain was terrible. It really did feel like his ass was being split.

"OH MY GOD! OH FUCK! AGGGHHH! GOD FUCKING DAMN!"

Steph ignored Chip's cries and pressed on. By the time he was finally all the way in, Chip was really suffering. Tears flowed down his face and he began to whimper. It was the worst fucking he had ever experienced.

Dennis was loving it. He grabbed Chip's cock and began stroking it. He continued stroking it throughout the brutal fucking. And Steph clearly new how to fuck a guy hard.

Coach felt like saying something as he watched the display of animal lust and suffering. Chip was clearly in a great deal of pain, but despite it all, he was remaining totally boned. Dennis added to his plight by slapping his cock around, which brought more moans and cries.

He glared at Chip and giggled, "If you want me to tell him to stop fucking you, just say `Deal' and I'll give you one, and it will be a Deal and not a Bet this time."

Chip shook his head from side to side and gritted his teeth. He had come this far and wasn't about to give Dennis that satisfaction.

Luckily for Chip his suffering only lasted about five more minutes. Steph was really worked up. He fucked Chip really hard and then felt the surge from under his balls. He pulled his cock out, grabbed the cup, and added his load. It wasn't as much as the others, but he was surprised there was as much as there was.

Chip finally managed to catch his breath and settle down. His ass really hurt. He wanted to feel around down there to see if there was any blood from tearing, but was still immobilized. As soon as Dennis noticed that Chip was breathing normally he forced Chip to open his mouth and poured the cup of combined cum all over his tongue. Chip was fortunate there wasn't more, since Dennis was pouring it in really fast.

Chip was fortunate in another way as well... sort of fortunate.

Dennis's thoughts were turning towards the Coach and his so-called "field trip." He cuffed Steph's hands behind his back and put him back in the cell. As much as he wanted to continue torturing Chip, he was also excited about using Coach, and most especially humiliating him.

He had some ideas of what to do. He started by telling Coach to go get one of his dirty jockstraps and put it on.

Coach looked nervous when he returned wearing the jockstrap. He got even more nervous when Dennis told him to put on his running shoes.

Next he had Mark release Chip and help him off the table. He took his dirty jock off of Chip's face and made him put it on, along with his running shoes.

Dennis smiled when he saw the nervous look on Coach and Chip's faces. He grinned at Chip and said, "I've decided that you'll be part of Coach's field trip big brother. And don't worry, it's not the type of field trip either one of you will like... still it will be educational."

Both trembled slightly as Dennis told Mark to put cock rings and ball restraints on both of them. They pulled down the front of their jocks to allow Mark to do his job. Chip was still hard, and Coach's cock rose to full erection with Mark's manipulations.

When the jocks were back in place, Dennis loved the fact that the head's of both of their cocks were peaking out of the top of the waistbands. Dennis smiled at them and said, "Okay, now we're going to have a little warm-up run. I want both of you to go outside, run to the back of the condo, then run out onto that field. Do two full laps and then return."

Chip's mouth dropped open and he said, "Dennis, come on, it's the middle of the day. What if someone sees us?"

Dennis giggled, "That's not my problem! Just do it." He slapped their asses and said, "Now Go!"

They both shrugged then hurried out of the room.

Dennis looked at Mark and said, "Dude, you go with them and watch. Make sure they do both laps. I need to talk to the perv in the cell."

Dennis waited for Mark to leave, then walked over to the cell, smiled at Steph and said, "Okay perv! I got some more questions for you. First of all, I've heard that there are a couple of gay fraternities on the college campus. Is that true?"

Steph thought for a moment, then said, "Well yes and no. There are two of them, but they're not really on campus. Their houses are actually off campus, because of some sort of legal issue."

Dennis smiled and said, "Okay, that's cool. Now I've heard that one of them is primarily for guys who are into this type of stuff... you know, gay BDSM. Is that true?"

Steph smiled knowingly. It was, in fact, one of his best sources for `subjects' and many of the members of that fraternity had been his slaves at one time or another. He loved working college guys over really hard.

"Yes, it's true. There is one like that, and they are really into this. But why do you ask?"

Dennis got really thoughtful. He had a plan that was coming together really fast... and his cock was starting to rise yet again.

He continued to question Steph about the fraternity... the things they did... what type of "equipment" they had in the house... how often they played around... and finally, where the house was located.

Steph saw the look on Dennis's face and had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking about.

"Look Little Dude, I have an idea about what you might be thinking, and I've got to tell you, it's probably not a good idea. Some of those guys are pretty nasty."

Dennis grinned and said, "Yea, maybe so, but sounds like you know them pretty well. So maybe you could sort of give me an introduction."

Steph rolled his eyes and said, "Well, yea, I do know them well, and can tell you they would probably not be interested in even talking with you... in case you haven't noticed you, Chip and Mark are minors and... you know... are... um..."

"Jail bait?" Dennis chuckled.

Steph nodded and said, "Something like that."

Dennis grinned again and said, "That didn't seem to stop you!"

Steph thought for a second and said, "Yes, well, I guess maybe I screwed up, and just got caught up in the moment. It happens when you get really horned."

Dennis chuckled, "Yea it does, but don't worry, we won't turn you in. So let's just say you'll be coming back though, cause you like us!"

Dennis was right. Steph would be back. He just couldn't resist.

He looked at Dennis and said, "So what have you got planned and what do you want me to do?"

Steph listened in total fascination as Dennis explained his plan. It was crazy, of course, but pretty damn exciting. And the craziest thing about it, the more he thought about it, the more he thought it just might work. Once those particular horny frat boys got a look at Coach and Chip, they would not be thinking straight.

Dennis handed him his cell phone, and he made the call Dennis asked him to make. He listened to Steph's part of the conversation for a little while. Once he was satisfied it seemed to be going well, he went upstairs to check on the others.

Steph was just finishing up the call when Dennis and Mark returned. He smiled as he listened to Mark chattering away.

"Yo Dude, they ran the two laps. It was funny, they almost got caught by some kids, and had to hide in the bushes for awhile. You should have seen how scared they both looked."

He looked at Steph, who was in the process of hanging up his cell phone and asked, "So what's going on?"

Steph hung up the phone and nodded at Dennis who then chuckled, "Dude, you are not gonna believe this... I don't have time to explain, so just `go with the flow'... for now!"

Coach and Chip entered the room moments later, both were still boned and looked great dressed only in jocks and running shoes.

Dennis ordered both to stand in the center of the dungeon, with their hands behind their heads and legs spread. They did as ordered. Dennis stood in front of them, patted their jock pouches and said tauntingly, "Okay, you both have had the warm-up run, now it's time for the real `field trip'!"

He cuffed their hands behind their backs, blindfolded them, then led them to a corner of the dungeon and had them kneel.

To Mark's surprise, he removed Steph from the cell and told him to get dressed. Mark pulled Dennis off to the side and asked what was going on.

Dennis whispered, "It's simple, we need him to drive, and I figured it would be better if he wasn't naked while driving. We're going to use his van to get where we need to go, I promise you'll like it."

While Steph was getting dressed, Dennis ran upstairs. He looked around on Coach's desk, found paper, pen and an envelope. He wrote a quick note, folded it and placed it inside the envelope.

When he got downstairs, Steph was ready to go. Dennis and Mark dressed quickly and then the three of them led the blindfolded Chip and Coach upstairs and out to the van. They helped them climb in the back and ordered them to lie down on the floor with their faces against each other's jock.

Just before they climbed in the front seat, Steph pulled the two boys aside and asked, "You sure you really want to do this? I told you, some of those guys can be pretty rough, especially when they get really horned and have been drinking beer. My guess is they have been drinking, and when they see Chip and Coach they will definitely get super horned."

Mark wanted to ask who they were talking about, but decided to just listen.

Dennis smiled and said, "I was sort of counting on that, and hope they will be rough. I just wish we could watch."

Steph continued, "I'm not sure they will go for that. It's bad enough that Chip is a minor, not sure they really want two more guys around who are even younger."

Mark was really curious and started getting really excited as they actually drove off. Wherever they were going, it sounded like it could be pretty wild. They drove for about twenty minutes and finally turned down a street lined with a bunch of really large houses.

Mark leaned over and whispered to Dennis, "Dude, is this called `Fraternity Row?"

Dennis smiled and whispered back, "Yea, it is. We're going to this gay fraternity, where the guys are really into BDSM and stuff in a big way. We're going to give Chip and Coach to them."

Mark's mouth dropped open, "Holy Shit! That's wicked! Damn, I hope we do get to watch what they do."

Dennis was hoping that too, but wasn't that confident. The most important thing was to get Chip and Coach to go through hell, but if the opportunity presented itself to go inside, he'd take it.

They pulled around behind one of the larger houses. It was made of grey stones and looked sort of ominous. It even had what looked like a castle turret on one corner. Steph parked the van behind some large hedges, turned off the engine and said, "Okay, you two take it from here. There's a door on the porch on the side of the house, use that one. I'll wait here for you. If you do get to go inside, which I still don't recommend, I'll be waiting here. I'll take a nap if you're gone too long."

Steph watched as Dennis and Mark led their two blindfolded captives across the back lawn and around the side of the house. Chip and Coach both looked pretty scared. Dennis had taken their running shoes before he dragged them out of the van, so now they were dressed only in their jockstraps, which were clearly tented.

When they reached the door, Dennis dropped the keys to the handcuffs inside the envelope, sealed it and taped it to Chip's chest with a piece of duct tape. He rang the bell, and then he and Mark jumped off the porch and hid behind some bushes.

The door opened moments later and a young guy stepped out on the porch. Dennis figured he was probably a freshman. He looked to be around 18 or so and was a real "All American Boy" type. He was shirtless so they could see he had a well defined chest and a hint of six pack abs.

He looked at Chip and Coach and smiled. He stuck his head inside the door and shouted, "Yo Frankie... Eddie, come here, check this out!"

Two guys emerged from inside the house. Dennis saw what Steph had meant. These two were at least a couple years older. They looked like football players and did, look pretty rough. One was wearing a leather harness type of thing and leather pants. The other was in jeans, and was also shirtless. He had a lot of muscles.

The guy dressed in leather, pulled the envelope off of Chip's chest and opened it up. He read the note and then said, "Listen to this... These two have been bad boys. Please punish them however, you see fit' and it's signed Master D'!"

He handed the envelope to the younger guy and started running his hands over Chip and Coach's near naked bodies. "So you two have been bad, huh? Well we can deal with that. Go ahead and take them inside!"

Coach and Chip were really shaking as they were manhandled through the door. The leather guy got to the door, then stopped suddenly, turned, looked at the bushes where Dennis and Mark were hiding and snickered, "So do you two little twerps want to come inside too... or are you too scared?"

Dennis stepped out from behind the bushes, followed by Mark.

"So is it okay? For us to come in?" Dennis asked excitedly.

The guy gave them a wicked smile, and said "Sure, if that's what you guys want to do. You just need to promise you'll keep your mouths shut afterwards, and tell no one what happened here."

They both nodded their heads and said, "Yea, we promise! We can keep a secret."

The leather guy followed the boys into the house and directed them to the living room.

When they got there, they found Chip and Coach standing back to back in the center of the room with their hands behind their heads. There were about twenty guys scattered around the room sitting and standing. Most were drinking beers and most were shirtless. Dennis and Mark also noticed that several of them were wearing leather gear like the guy they met on the porch and a couple of the younger guys were wearing collars.

Dennis whispered to Mark, "This is going to be awesome." They stood along one of the walls and watched in wide eyed anticipation.

The "leather guy" approached Chip and Coach. He stood beside them and announced, "Well guys it seems we have two bad boys here who need to be punished! Is that right have you two been bad, and deserve to be punished?"

Both knew the expected answer, "Yes Sir!" Both of their cocks hardened even more as they gave their answer. Blindfolded as they were they couldn't tell how many guys were in the room, but it felt like a lot.

The leather guy patted their bulging jock pouches and said, "Well, you're in the right place, cause we know how to punish bad boys really hard."

Chip and Coach started breathing harder.

The leather guy chuckled, "Okay, let's see how good you guys are at following orders. Keep your hands behind your head, remain back to back, and start running in place. Keep running until I tell you to stop."

The two started running. They ran for a couple of minutes then the leather guy motioned to a couple guys who were sitting on a couch and nodded. They stood up and took their places on either side of Chip and Coach. They had riding crops in their hands.

Leather guy snapped, "Faster!" And the two guys delivered a hard lash to both of their chests. Chip and Coach gasped and started running faster.

A couple more minutes went by, and again he repeated, "Faster!" Again both received a hard lash, this time across their stomachs, and both ran faster.

The leather guy and his two assistants repeated the little ritual four more times. Chip and Coach were really running fast. Their bodies were covered with sweat and both were gasping for air.

When leather guy finally told them to stop, they both almost lost their balance. They bent over slightly and tried to catch their breaths. Leather guy gave them a few minutes, then ordered them to turn around and face each other.

As soon as he did, he reached out, placed his hand on their asses and pushed them together. They shuddered slightly as they felt their jock covered hard cocks press up against each other.

"Okay, put your arms around each other and hug. Then start rubbing your jock pouches up and down, against each other. Oh and just so you know, house rules say that slave boys must have permission to cum, so remember that."

Dennis and Mark felt major surges cocks as they watched Coach and Chip embrace and start rubbing their jock pouches together. They kept it up for five minutes and were getting really worked up.

Leather guy added to the excitement when he told them to kiss while they rubbed against each other. To Dennis's surprise, Chip took the lead, he tilted his head up found Coach's mouth and started deep kissing him.

Their hands began to move up and down each other's backs and they started pumping faster as sheer lust began to take over. Both were totally caught up in the moment. For Coach, the fact they were being watched by so many guys, made it an even bigger turn on.

Mark watched as their sweaty bodies slid up and down, he blurted out, "Man this is so awesome! Look at them going at it!"

His comments caught the attention of a couple of guys standing nearby, who had been more or less oblivious to their presence. He took a good look at them and said sharply, "YO Frankie! What's with these two fucking little kids? What are they doing here?"

Everyone turned their heads and glared at Dennis and Mark. A few mumbled "Fucking Jail Bait"... "Little Twerps"... and so on.

Leather Guy, aka. Frankie, walked over, stood beside the two boys and chuckled, "Now, Now, be nice. These are the guys who brought us our two hot slave boys. I think we can trust them."

Some of the guys seemed a little concerned. Dennis, did look younger than he actually was, and Mark looked about the same.

Frankie looked at Dennis and said, "You want to say something little guy?"

Dennis swallowed hard, looked around the room and stammered, "Um, hey look guys, you don't have to worry about us. We both are really good at keeping secrets. We'd never tell anyone, no matter how hard we were grilled. Right Mark?"

Mark nodded his head and said firmly, "Yea! No matter what!"

There was a long pause as the frat boys continued staring at the two boys. For most of them there was something about their confident demeanor and cockiness, that was reassuring, especially Mark's.

They took a long hard look at the two young teens, both looked very athletic, with lean tight bodies, and cute faces. Such is the way of things, like it or not, most of them were attracted to the two hot teenagers.

Frankie knew he shouldn't be doing it, but he just couldn't help himself. He smiled at the boys and whispered, "You know, maybe things would go a little better, if you two got comfortable like most of the other guys... you know, get comfortable... take your shirts off... and kick back and relax."

Both boys looked around the room again. Most of the college dudes had their shirts off. Mark didn't hesitate; he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Dennis hesitated slightly but then did the same.

Neither boy picked up on the fact, that a lot of the guys were now looking at them in a different way.

Frankie smiled and said, "There, that's better, now why don't you tell the guys how you were able to get these two!"

Dennis really perked up. He gestured towards Chip and Coach and said proudly, "Well, they are my slaves for the day! They have to do whatever I say!"

One of the guys took a swig of beer and asked kiddingly, "So like what are you saying, you're a little Master or something? Starting out kind of young aren't you kid?"

Dennis got a little pissed, "Hey I was old enough to make them my slaves, and they will do whatever I say. Want me to prove it?"

The guy nodded and said, "Yea, sure! Go for it!"

Dennis smiled, walked over to Chip and Coach, who were still locked in that perverse embrace. He slapped both of them on the ass and demanded, "Okay you two, Stop that!"

They broke their embrace and waited.

Dennis motioned for Mark to join him. One of the guys chuckled, "Look, it's another little master!" A bunch of guys laughed.

Dennis looked at Mark and said, "Okay let's show them!"

Dennis patted both of them on the ass and asked, "So you two ready to follow your Master's orders?"

They both shouted, "Yes Sir!" Both were actually excited by what was happening. Being ordered around by young Dennis, in front of these other guys really did feel pretty hot.

Dennis snapped, "Okay Mark you take Coach to that side of the room, I'll take Chip to the other. Once there, they will get down on their knees and lick everyone's shoes... or just their feet, if they don't have shoes on."

Frankie watched in amazement as Chip and Coach dropped to their knees and began licking shoes and feet. They both had to be guided, since they were blindfolded. They slowly worked their way around the room. It took almost a half hour for them to do everyone and meet in the middle.

When they were done, Dennis ordered them to stand in the center of the room with their hands behind their heads and wait. He glanced around the room and said, "Okay Dudes, anyone want to feel the merchandise? Go ahead."

There were a few chuckles as a couple guys stood up and ran their hands over Chip and Coach's near naked bodies. More guys joined them, and before things moved on everyone in the room had a chance to feel them up.

Dennis seemed pleased with himself. Frankie was pleased as well, the way things were going, they were all in for a fun afternoon and maybe evening. He looked at Dennis and said, "Anything else you want to have them do before we get our shot at them?"

Dennis thought for a moment looked at Mark and said, "Do what I do!"

He walked over grabbed Chip's jock, yanked it down to his ankles and made him step out of it. Mark did the same with Coach. He thought for a moment more, then stood on his tip toes and stretched the jock over Chip's face, making sure the sweat soaked smelly pouch covered his nose. Mark followed suit with Coach.

When they were done, Dennis looked at Frankie and said, "They're all yours... and anything goes!"

Frankie smiled, looked at the two youngsters and said, "Well, okay, we have a sort of tradition when it comes to punishment, and I think it would be appropriate if you two helped out."

Frankie told Chip and Coach to bend over and place their hands on their knees. Dennis and Mark were each handed a wooden fraternity paddle.

Frankie then continued, "Okay, now this is how this will work. Each of them will receive 20 swats with the paddles. After each one they will count it out and say, `Thank you sir, may I have another!' If they miscount, or take their hands off their knees, the count will start again."

Dennis and Mark wasted no time getting things moving. They delivered hard swats to Chip's and Coach's bare asses.

"WHHHAAAPPP!" "WHHHAAAPPP!"

"One! Thank you sir! May I have another!"

"One! Thank you sir! May I have another!"

Dennis and Mark were really worked up, by the time they finished. They looked at Chip's and Coach's asses, which were bright red. Their cocks throbbed and tented their gym shorts, even more... a fact that did not go unnoticed by most of the guys in the room.

Frankie smiled at Dennis and Mark. "Good job guys, now it's time for the main punishments to start. We'll handle it from here."

He looked across the room and said, "Okay guys, take the slave boys to the `game room'!"

Dennis and Mark watched as Chip and Coach were marched out of the room. They both looked scared, excited, but scared.

Dennis and Mark moved to follow, but Frankie stopped them. "Sorry Dudes... another house rule... Only Members of the Fraternity or Slave Boys are allowed in the game room. Understand?"

Dennis and Mark seemed really disappointed. Dennis, looked like he was going to cry. He really wanted to see what they were going to do to Chip and Coach.

Dennis yammered, "Oh man, isn't there anyway we can help, or even just watch."

Frankie winked at the frat brothers who remained in the room. Dennis and Mark seemed oblivious to the fact they were pretty much surrounded by the brothers.

Frankie looked thoughtful, "Hmmm well, you heard the rule right? And understand it?"

Mark sensed something was wrong. He tried to think of what to say, but Dennis blurted out, "Yea, we understand the rule, seems simple enough."

Frankie chuckled, "And yet, you still want to go to the game room right? Both of you?"

Dennis jumped back in, "Yea! We do! Right Mark?"

Mark did not know what to say, so he just nodded.

Frankie winked at the other guys one more time, then said, "Well, okay, you said you definitely wanted to go to the game room... you said you understand the rules... and that you still wanted to go there... you're not fraternity brothers... and can't be for a few years, so that means one thing!"

He nodded to the brothers who moved quickly.

Dennis didn't get it... but Mark did. He turned towards the door and tried to run, but was too late. In what was a matter of seconds their hands were cuffed behind their backs, ball gags were shoved into their mouths and their running shoes were pulled off.

Both struggled as they were dragged to the center of the room. Both were scared shitless. They were forced to stand, held firmly by two frat guys.

Frankie's demeanor had changed completely, he glared at the two scared teenagers and snarled, "Okay, listen up you two little Masters... you both have a lot to learn. You guys want to be Masters, well, before you can do that, you need to learn what it feels like to be a slave... and we're gonna teach you. You cooperate, and it will be a lot easier on you. Resist, and it will get really nasty. Do you understand?"

Mark nodded, but Dennis yelled into his gag and tried to break free.

Frankie smiled and said, "I had a feeling young Master D would have trouble understanding. So you've earned a penalty for both of you!"

Both boys trembled as they saw one of the brothers approach with a pair of scissors. They trembled and whimpered as the guy proceeded to cut their shorts off. It took less than a minute for both to be standing there, totally naked, with their shredded gym shorts lying on the floor at their feet.

Frankie laughed, "Okay boys, you wanted to go to the game room! That's where you are going!"

He nodded and the other frat guys, picked Dennis and Mark and carried them out of the living room and downstairs to the "game room."

The "game room" was not what it sounded like. It was actually a dungeon, and a well equipped one at that! Everything that was in Coach's dungeon was there, along with a lot more.

Dennis and Mark looked around the room and trembled. One of the most interesting things was that there were four St. Andrews crosses in the room. Two were on the left and two were on the right. Even more interesting was the fact they were mounted on wooden platforms that had heavy rollers so they could be moved around.

The two on the left were occupied by Chip and Coach, who had been secured spread eagled with their backs to the crosses. They also had several weights hanging from their balls and both were moaning.

Dennis started squirming again and Frankie gave his ass a really hard slap. "You had best settle down little Dude! If you don't things will really get rough. Face it, things are gonna happen whether you cooperate or not! So get used to it."

Frankie gestured to a couple of the other frat boys. They took hold of one of the crosses on the right side of the room and rolled it across the floor, and positioned it facing Chip and Coach.

As soon as it was in position, they dragged Dennis there and secured him on the cross.

Chip saw the look on Dennis's face... he was defiant... but also looked pretty damn scared. Chip also noted that, unlike him and Coach who were secured by just their ankles and wrists, they added leather straps just above Dennis's knees and another one around his waist.

Frankie walked over to Chip placed his hand on his shoulder and enquired, "I got a question for you. Are you two brothers? Cause you do look a lot alike."

Chip nodded and said, "Yea we are!"

Frankie laughed and said, "And can I assume you guys have done this kind of stuff before? You know bondage... torture... sex?"

Chip nodded again and said, "Yea. We've done a lot actually."

Frankie ran his hands down Chip's body and patted his weighted balls. Chip flinched and moaned loudly.

"And I'm guessing you've down a lot today. Your balls seem really tender, so why don't you tell me what happened before you got here."

Frankie and the other frat boys listened as Chip told them everything that had happened earlier. He didn't leave much out. By the time he was done everyone in the room was boned to the absolute max.

Frankie patted Chip and asked, "Wow, Dude I can't believe your own brother crushed your balls like that and used electro torture on them. That electro torture is pretty nasty, and sophisticated."

Chip took and deep breath, looked over at Mark and said, "Well it was Mark who actually set things up and ran it. He's good at that kind of stuff."

Frankie motioned for Mark to come over. The frat guys let go of him and Mark walked over tentatively. Chip noted he looked scared too.

Frankie pulled the gag out of his mouth and took off the handcuffs. He looked at the quivering naked, young teenage jock and asked, "So is that true? You ran the electro thing? Do you like really doing that stuff? It is pretty rough."

Mark thought for a moment. He was thinking this could be some kind of trap. Finally he looked at Frankie and said as confidently as he could, "Yes sir. I did it, and yes sir, I like doing it. I sort of like making a guy suffer with electrical tortures."

Frankie smiled and said, "Well then this should be an educational day for you little dude. Follow me, I've got something to show you."

He continued talking as Mark followed him to the other end of the room. "You know the best way to really understand electro tortures and master it, is through real experience. You just can't beat that."

Mark trembled as he saw the table they were approaching. It was long and had restraints at all four corners. There were also two round metal plates right near the center, which Mark figured were right where a guy's ass would be, and were probably electrified.

Frankie said, "I think you should meet our expert at this stuff, before you try it out." He looked across the room and called out, "Casey, get you little white ass over here."

Mark watched as a young guy separated from the crowd and walked towards them. It was the same guy who had first answered the door... the "All-American" boy type, with the rosy cheeks, chiseled jaw and extremely well defined body. He was dressed in just a pair of loose fitting shorts, which were tented like everyone else's.

Casey smiled as he approached. Frankie said, "Casey I'd like you to meet Mark."

Mark shook Casey's hand and smiled weakly as he looked him up and down. The thought of being electro tortured was pretty scary, but a little less so if it was being done by this hot young college dude.

Frankie said, "Casey, why don't you give him the quick tour, so he knows what to expect."

Casey smiled and led Mark around to the other side of the table. There was a narrow shelf running the length of the table. It was covered with a bunch of electrical control boxes and torture devices. Mark figured out quickly how most of them worked. The control panels looked very similar to the one on the Tunnel of Terror he had used, and had been used on him.

Casey said, "Why don't you tell me what you think each thing is for."

The first box, had a couple of different butt plugs setting beside it. Both were covered with electrical contacts in varying patterns. Next was a small control box with some small leather pouches. Mark picked one up and looked inside and saw there were a couple of cup shaped metal contacts.

He remembered what Casey had said and started talking, "Well, the first box is for anal torture. And it looks like one of the plugs has a special prostate shocker, which I'm guessing can be triggered separately to force a guy to keep cumming. And this box is for shocking the testicles. Am I right?"

Casey was impressed. "Yea little dude, absolutely. Go on."

Casey and everyone in the room continued to be impressed as Mark analyzed each set up and explained. There was a control box connected to three cock rings, and another with two spiked rings, which he figured out, not only shocked but could prick the cock with their spikes. He also figured out where the control box was for the metal plates that went under the guy's ass.

Casey added, "Yea, and notice there are two sets of controls, one for each cheek. It feels like an electrical spanking."

Mark was getting excited. He knew this was really going to hurt.

The last control box stumped him. It was like most of the others, except for the attachments. There were two rectangular shaped cups, with what looked like metal tongue depressors attached to the sides. The inside of the cups were filled with electrical contacts.

Casey saw Mark's confused look and said, "I'll give you a hint. How many feet does a guy have?"

Mark thought for a moment then said, "Holy shit! These cups go over the guys toes... and these other things must get attached to the soles of his feet... that's what that roll of tape must be for. Wow! This is wicked... and shit, if you kept the current low, you could really tickle a guy's feet! Cool!"

Casey giggled, "And yea, you can put it in automatic mode like all the rest of the boxes, so you can send shocks at whatever interval you want. Cool huh?"

Mark nodded as he continued checking out the control boxes.

Frankie let him look for a little while longer, while the crosses were rolled across the room so the other "slave boys" could watch the show.

In a strange way, it made Mark feel a little better, knowing that Chip was going to watch him being tortured.

Finally Frankie looked at Casey and asked, "So you think you guys are ready?"

Casey nodded and said, "Yes Sir! I think we are."

Frankie nodded and continued, "Well then okay, you know what to do, so do it!"

Mark started moving towards the end of the table.

Casey gently pushed him aside, stepped to the end of the table and said, "Okay little dude, you show us what you got. And don't hold back!"

Then to Mark's total surprise, as well as Chip, Coach, and Dennis, Casey unbuttoned his shorts, let them drop to the floor, kicked them aside and then climbed onto the table. He laid down on his back, being careful to position his ass cheeks in the center of the metal plates. He spread his arms and legs, looked at Mark and said, "Okay, go ahead and put the restraints on, and make sure they're really on snug."

Mark's mouth dropped open, "He stammered... what's going on?... I thought... um"

Casey smiled and said, "Come on Dude, how often do you get a chance like this. You seem to understand the controls... maybe better than I do... so give it your best shot... I mean it!"

Frankie patted Mark on the shoulder, "He does mean it! So just go for it."

Mark seemed a little dazed as he carefully secured Casey to the table. Chip, Dennis and Coach got really excited as they watched the Adonis like young man being secured on the table. Chip and Dennis both knew how good Mark was at using the Tunnel of Terror, it was how he got Aaron to be his slave boy.

By the time Mark was done strapping Casey down, which included a waist strap, designed to keep his ass cheeks on the metal plates, he had regained his senses and started making his plan of attack.

He looked at Frankie and asked, "So, um just how far should I go?"

Frankie smiled and said, "Ask Casey."

Mark looked at Casey who immediately said, "I've been a bad boy, and deserve to be punished really hard! So don't hold back!"

It was, of course, all part of the "scene". But in Mark's mind Casey sounded pretty genuine. It sounded like he really wanted it... and his hard cock seemed to be saying the same thing.

Mark thought for a couple of minutes then went into action.

Casey breather harder and harder as Mark hooked him up. He inserted the butt plug with the prostrate shocker in Casey's ass. Then he slipped one of the leather shock pouches over his balls. The cock rings followed... a smooth one first, followed by a spiked one, then another smooth one and so on, till all five were on his long, hard cock.

He finished his preps by putting the foot cups on and taping the tongue depressor like plates to the soles of his feet. He was just about to turn things on when Frankie said, "Before you start, I think Casey has a couple things to tell you."

Casey was already starting to sweat. He swallowed hard and said, "Um, well, okay.. I guess the first thing is I haven't cum in two weeks. I had a chastity device on the whole time and they just took it off..."

He glanced at Frankie who said, "And???"

Casey swallowed hard again and said, "And well, my um feet, are really ticklish!"

Mark smiled broadly and thought, "This is going to be more fun than I thought!"

He turned the power switches on for all the boxes. He looked at Casey's glistening solid body and throbbing cock, and felt a major surge in his own cock.

Casey had used the equipment on a lot of other guys and was considered to be a real artist when it came to electrical torture. He had been on the table a number of times himself, but had never experienced as intense a session as he was about to. Most of the guys who worked him over seemed to go for maximum pain as quickly as possible and just wanted to make him scream as fast as possible.

As he was about to find out, Mark was different. If anyone had embraced the concept of "sexual agony" it was Mark.

It began with a tingling in his ass, as Mark slowly turned up the power to the anal probe. Then his balls began to tingle, followed almost immediately by a tingling up and down his cock.

Mark left it that way for several minutes, then activated the plates under Casey's ass cheeks. Casey started twitching right away. Unlike the other boxes, this one was turned up much higher, and it really did feel like he was being spanked with electricity.

Everyone watched as Casey started breathing faster and faster, he pulled at his bonds and moaned.

Mark increased the power to the ass plates and switched it to automatic. The shocks to Casey's tight ass came every five seconds and alternated from cheek to cheek. With each shock he jerked at his bonds and gasped.

Mark looked down at Casey and asked, "Dude, are there any other cables around that aren't being used?"

Casey nodded and panted, "Yea, under the table, there's a drawer there... aggghhhh."

Mark let Casey suffer while he rummaged through the drawer. It only took him a couple minutes to find what he was looking for. The fact the short cable was still wrapped in shrink wrap confirmed his conclusion that the two cock torture boxes had not been used this way before.

He remembered reading something in the box from Aaron. There was a brochure there for other electro devices. He didn't understand something he read back then, but did now. He removed the "box syncing" cable from it's wrapper and plugged the two cock torture devices together. He smiled when he noticed a little green indicator light that said "SYNCHED" light up.

He activated the fader bar on the cock ring control boxes, turned to Frankie and said, "Sir, you might want to see this. I don't think this has been used before."

Frankie walked over and looked at the control boxes.

Mark grabbed the slider bar on the first box and began moving it up and down. Frankie stared in amazement as the bar on the second cock ring control box started moving up and down as well, as if being moved by a ghost.

Casey jerked, moaned and panted, "OH MY GOD! OH GOD!"

Frankie asked, "What's happening?"

Mark was really pleased with himself. He smiled and said, "Well, basically I'm shifting the electrical shocks from one cock ring to the other, including the spiked ones that are spaced in between. It's like he's being masturbated with electrical shocks. Go ahead and try it, you'll see what I mean."

Frankie grabbed the slider bar and started moving it slowly up and down. Casey started breathing even harder, his chest was heaving and he panted, "OH GOD!"

Mark saw his muscles tighten and said, "You might want to stop now, I think, he's close to cumming, and we shouldn't let him cum just yet."

Frankie took his hand off the bar, stepped back and then returned to where he had been standing before.

Mark started using other controls.

He got his first scream out of Casey when he activated the controls that moved the spikes further into the cock rings.

"AGGGHHH! GOD!" Casey yelped as he felt the sharp points impact his throbbing cock.

More screams and yelps followed as Mark turned up the power on everything. Except the foot things, which no one seemed to notice hadn't been used yet.

Mark focused on pain now, which Casey, the hot young college jock was feeling everywhere. His ass was being spanked "hard" by electric shocks, the inside of his ass was feeling like it was being attacked by a bunch of tiny needles and his balls felt like they were being hit by little hammers.

What made it even worse was the fact the pleasure from the electric masturbation was totally gone. Instead, all his cock felt was electrical pinpricks from one end to the other, and the actual pricks from the sharp spikes of the two special rings.

Mark switched everything into automatic mode and stepped back.

Casey was really suffering. Mark tested him further by snarling, "Bad boys really do need to be punished hard don't they?"

Casey was gasping for air as he tried to channel his pain, in between screams, he managed to pant, "YES SIR!... AGGHHH!.... I've been REALLY BAD! AGGGHHHH!"

Mark let him suffer for several more moments, then turned, winked at Frankie and reached for the control box for Casey's feet. He turned up the power to Casey's cock rings, then just as Casey screamed, he switched on the foot control box. It was on a lower setting.

Casey felt it almost immediately, an intense tickling to the soles of his feet.

For the next fifteen minutes everyone witnessed an amazing display. Casey couldn't stop laughing... and he couldn't stop screaming. He was pulling at his bonds violently. Sweat came from every pore in his body.

One of the frat guys stepped closer to Frankie, gestured towards Mark and said, "Shit man, it's like he's some sort of twisted little genius. Damn!"

Frankie chuckled and said, "Yea man! What Mozart was to music, this kid seems to be to electro torture. I thought Casey was good at using those boxes... but SHIT!"

They watched in awe as Mark would bring Casey to a high level of pain, then back off, let him catch his breath, and then raise the pain level to an even higher level. Frankie was almost certain Casey would start to beg soon, but he didn't.

Mark kept it up for over thirty minutes, then suddenly switched gears. He lowered the power levels, reactivated the cock control fader bars and stared masturbating Casey electrically again. Casey's screams turned to gasping moans as more and more blood forced it's way into his cock.

Everyone finally understood exactly what Mark was doing when he looked at Casey and said, "Seems like you like electrical masturbation don't you bad boy?"

Casey gasped, "OH GOD! OH MY GOD!"

He turned his head looked at Frankie through watery eyes and pleaded, "Please SIR... may I cum?"

Frankie grinned, pointed at Mark and said, "It's up to him!"

Casey looked at Mark and trembled. It was tough enough being tortured by this young boy, but now he was going to have to beg him to cum. He held out for a few minutes more, then looked at Mark and pleaded, "OH GOD SIR, PLEASE, MAY I CUM?"

Mark smiled and stopped his electrical stroking, "Not yet bad boy, you haven't suffered enough."

Casey tried pumping his groin but couldn't, and every time Mark saw him try, he gave him a quick and hard, electric spanking.

Thirty more minutes went by during which time Mark repeatedly brought Casey to the edge, then stopped just before he was about to cum. Casey's begging became more and more desperate, finally he started shaking violently, he looked at Mark and pleaded, "OH GOD, DUDE! LISTEN PLEASE!!!!! I'll Do ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE LET ME CUM! I'm BEGGING YOU?"

Mark smiled and said teasingly as he started moving the fader bar slowly, "ANYTHING?" This was the part about torturing a guy that Mark really loved.

Casey panted as he felt the electric shocks moving up his cock, "OH GOD YES! PLEASE, I'll be your SLAVE BOY if you want. For as long as you want. PLEASE!"

Mark looked at Frankie and asked, "Is that okay? I mean him being my slave boy?"

Frankie, chuckled, "Yea, it's fine with me. I've got plenty of others. So go for it."

Frankie was totally amazed. In all the time he had been doing this, he had never seen anyone quite as skilled as young Mark clearly was. He figured Mark deserved a reward and having Casey as his slave would be a great reward indeed.

Mark looked at Casey who stared back with pleading eyes and said, "Okay bad boy, I'll let you cum, but you will have to be my slave boy for a long time. I mean it."

Casey was beyond reason and care. At this point all he wanted to do was cum. That aside, like it or not, the thought of being young Mark's sex and torture slave was actually sort of exciting. Still, he wondered what Mark meant as a long time.

Mark stopped the masturbation routine and started in with the pain again.

Casey looked at Mark as pain once again surged through his genitals and ass. He teased Casey's feet with little shocks every now and then.

Casey gasped, "So just how long would I have to be your slave?"

Mark grinned, as he reactivated the electric spanking. He waited for Casey to start panting and moaning again, then said, "Maybe you'd be interested in knowing what kinds of things you would be doing as my slave boy?"

Casey managed a nod, and said, "Yes Sir, please tell me sir."

Mark switched gears again. He lowered the pain levels and started back in with the electric masturbation and ball teasing. He moved the control bar up and down very slowly as he spoke.

"Okay, well first of all I'll be making you do a lot of stuff in front of my friends. You'll have to strip naked while they watch, and then masturbate in front of them. They'll want to feel you up a lot too. A couple of them really like watching a naked guy do exercises, so you'll do that. Sometimes you'll have to go jogging in just a jock strap or in the nude. Stuff like that."

"You'll suck anyone I tell you to suck. I may even take you to some parties, and let everyone there do whatever they want with you. I'm sure your ass will get lots of attention. Oh and yea, I'll take you to this park I know and let you show some of the kids how to masturbate and use dildos. I know this place where I could take you where we could even mount a dildo on this bench. Then you'd have to ride the dildo with your hands cuffed behind your back until you cum. Might be fun to let the kids make bets on how long it will take you to shoot."

"There would be plenty of torture too. I like doing cock and ball torture on a guy when he's bound and helpless, especially, electro torture."

Mark had a lot of other ideas of ways to totally humiliate Casey.

Casey listened intently and imagined himself doing all those things and more... masturbating in front of Mark's friends... being tortured by them... being fucked by them... being taken out in public and forced to strip naked... and so on. They were scary thoughts, but exciting thoughts.

His cock really started to throb, and not just from the electrical stimulation. All of a sudden, he really wanted to be young Mark's slave. He wanted it just as much as he wanted to cum.

"Sir, I'll do it! I'll be your slave for as long as you want!"

Mark smiled and asked as he speeded up the masturbation, "Are you sure because it will be a long time! A really long time!"

Frankie and most of the others were surprised Casey didn't press to know how long that would be.

Instead Casey just looked at Mark and pleaded, "PLEASE SIR! Let me be your slave. I promise I'll be a good one. I'll do anything you say! Anything! And I'll do it for as long as you say!"

Casey was really breathing hard. As he said the words, he felt like his cock was about to explode, it was so hard. The more he thought about the humiliating things Mark would make him do, the more turned on he became. He couldn't remember ever being this excited about anything.

Mark smiled and said, "Okay, you can be my Slave and now you can cum!"

Casey panted, "Thank you sir! I won't let you down!"

Mark picked up the pace and Casey started to moan louder and louder. Mark watched carefully for the signs Casey was getting close. As soon as he saw them, he leaned over and said to Casey, "And you're gonna be my sex and torture slave until the time you graduate from college... like four years from now! Four years of sexual slavery!"

Casey heard the words, they sank in fast, and his body began to shake violently. His muscles all tensed. He screamed as volley after volley of his thick college jock cream blasted out of his throbbing manhood.

Frankie had seen lots of guys cum before, including Casey, but never as intense as this.

Mark waited until the moment when it looked like Casey had shot his last volley then activated the prostrate shocker.

Casey went totally wild as wave after wave of electric shocks hit his prostrate. He started cumming again, and just kept cumming. More cream oozed out of his piss slit.

It felt good at first, but that changed in a hurry. Casey realized he couldn't stop cumming. His balls really started to ache. He cried out, "OH GOD! OH MY GOD! AGGGHHH! PLEASE NO! OH GOD STOP!"

Mark held the button down for a full minute, during which time, Casey never stopped gyrating and his muscles remained completely taut. He prayed he could just pass out.

When Mark finally did let go, Casey slumped on the table, totally drained and exhausted. He could only manage a whimper as Mark removed his bonds and the devices from his tortured body.

Several of the guys in the room had shot their own loads while they watched the incredible scene.

Mark let Casey rest for several minutes, then helped him off the table. He was a little weak in the knees so Mark had to steady him at first.

Frankie walked over and handed Mark a leather collar with a large metal ring attached. He also gave him a cock ring and said, "Since he's your slave boy, you might as well put these on him. He doesn't need the cock ring that much because he is boned most of the time anyway, so it will just help remind him of his status."

Frankie patted Casey on the shoulder and said, "You did good Casey! And now you'll need to make us proud as you serve your young Master here."

Casey trembled slightly and said, "Yes sir I will!" The full extent of the agreement he had just made was starting to sink in.

Frankie looked around the room and announced, "Let everyone in the fraternity know that Casey is still a full member of the house, but he is not to be touched or used without his new Master's permission."

Casey swallowed hard as he heard the words. Now it was really sinking in.

Frankie leaned closer to Mark and winked, "Of course I'm sure you will lend him to us from time to time."

Mark was in a slight state of shock. He just couldn't believe what had happened. He stammered, "Sure... um sure!" He looked around and saw everyone staring at him like they were waiting for something. He thought for a moment then figured it out.

He put the collar around Casey's neck then slid the cock ring down his wonderful, perfectly formed shaft.

The guys applauded.

Mark really perked up at that, and then to everyone's delight, he asked for a pair of handcuffs. He cuffed Casey's hands behind his back, and forced him to his knees in front of the cross Chip was secured on.

Then he said firmly, "Okay Slave Boy, your slavery starts right now. This is Chip and he is required to cum 5 more times today, and you're gonna make him do it, so get started."

Casey could smell Chip's strong male scent. He took a deep breath, leaned forward and started licking Chip's balls. Chip moaned really loud as he looked down at the naked college jock on his knees in front of him.

Mark could tell it wouldn't be long before Chip came, so he said to Casey, "Oh, and make sure you swallow every drop of his teen boy seed. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

The fraternity brothers watched as Casey went to work on Chip's nice cock. They were totally in awe of Mark and a bunch of them pulled Frankie aside to talk. Mark noticed the conversation but didn't think anything of it, he was too busy watching Casey start to go down on Chip.

It was a few minutes later when Frankie asked Mark to join them. He hurried over and waited expectantly.

Frankie started by telling him how impressed everyone was with him and said, they were so impressed they were thinking about doing something special for him.

Mark was really curious now.

Frankie smiled and said, "Okay, first of all we have a couple of questions for you. To start with, how old are you?"

Mark looked at the floor and said sheepishly, "I'm 13."

There were some murmurs among the brothers.

Frankie said, "Really? Most of us thought you were a little older. Because of the way you acted, and well, you know your "equipment". He glanced down at Mark's cock and balls and grinned.

Mark blushed and said, "Yes, well, that sort of runs in the family. You should see my older brother's."

Frankie laughed, "Well, who knows, maybe one day we can. Okay now next, you seem really familiar and `into' this BDSM stuff. Have you done much of it?"

Mark thought for just a moment and said, "Yes, I guess I've done pretty much. My brother used to do lots of stuff to me, you know torture and stuff. But now he's one of my slaves."

The brothers looked at each other and then Frankie asked, "Okay, let me get this straight, you have more than one slave? How did you manage that? And just how many do you have?"

Mark giggled, "It's a pretty long story. But let's see, counting Casey now, I guess I have three. Matt is my brother, and he's 17 and Aaron is a guy from the neighborhood and he's around 22."

He gestured towards Aaron and Chip and said, "Oh and there's these guys, but it's just a special thing for today, although they both have a challenge they have to do in the next two weeks. Oh and then there's this guy Steph, he's the one who brought us here. He has to do one too, and it's nasty. I think he's 24. They're actually more Dennis's slaves than mine. And it really is just for the day, except for the challenges."

Frankie's mind was racing now. He wasn't sure what to say. One of the guys whispered in his ear, "Dude, I told you, this kid is like some kind of genius or something. He's like a grown man in a little dude's body."

And as if in confirmation, Mark looked over and noticed that Casey had stopped sucking Chip. He shouted, "Yo Slave Boy! Get back to work. I want him to cum soon!"

Casey immediately started sucking Chip's cock again.

Frankie got hold of himself. Every question he asked seemed to generate more. He had to get some more questions answered. Especially one in particular.

"Now you said the other slave's name was Steph and he brought you here?"

Mark smiled and said, "Yea, in his construction van. He builds dungeons and is into this stuff."

Frankie said, "Yea, we know Steph really well! How the hell did you enslave him? He's a total dominant!"

Mark laughed, "Well, apparently not completely. He seemed to really like what we made him do. He was so boned. He has a really thick cock too! I wish I could take credit for making him be a slave, but it was actually Dennis over there who tricked him into it."

The guys whispered into Frankie's ear again, "This just keeps getting better and better."

Frankie asked, "Okay, you've got most of us really curious now. What are these challenges they have to do, and how did you guys get them to do them?"

Mark took a deep breath and explained about the twisted competition and what the prize was. He explained how Chip, Steph and Coach, had to come up with a challenge to do that was tough, and how he and Dennis would judge them. Then he went on to describe the challenges that each had offered to do.

When he was done, the brothers all just stood around in shocked silence. They looked at Mark and Dennis in wonder.

Again the guys whispered to Frankie, "Like I said, genius... or better yet evil genius!"

Frankie thought for a moment then said, "Okay, you and Dennis over there are the prize? Which ever one of these guys wins gets you both as slaves for two weekends?"

Mark giggled and said, "Yea, and anything goes... oh and they each get to pick one of us to have for half a day for completing their challenge."

"So I guess that means you like it both ways then?" Frankie asked.

Mark giggled again and said, "Well, sort of. There are some things that I still want to try, you know, just to see how it feels. But, I think I like it most when I'm the one in charge... you know the Master."

There were still a lot of things Frankie wanted to ask, but he decided they had best move on. If things worked out, they could hear the full stories later. And the way things sounded Mark had a lot of them.

"Okay, listen we better move on for now. Mark, the brothers and I have been talking, and we think we'd like to make you a special offer. It doesn't happen that often and it really is very special, an honor, so keep that in mind."

Mark was really curious now.

"So here's the deal. To begin with, to be a regular member of this fraternity, you have to be 18 and going to college here. Those are the official rules. But there are also some unofficial rules. And one of those says we can have honorary' members. They are just like the regular members except they can't participate in most official' functions. Other than that they can do everything the other brothers do and are treated like one."

Mark was getting really excited. He thought for a moment then asked, "Why me? I'm pretty young you know."

Frankie laughed and said, "Yes, you are. In fact you probably would be the youngest honorary member ever. You know this fraternity is a gay fraternity that is into BDSM in a very big way. While going to school, our members learn how to become good Masters or Good Slaves. You'd be surprised at some of the guys who have come through here. Although you'll probably never see us listed in their bio's, for obvious reasons."

"Now the primary reason we are extending and invitation to you is that you have impressed the hell out of all of us. No one has ever run that electro stuff the way you did. You seem to have a gift for it. And then when we heard about the fact you are actually working slave boys who are much older than you, including your own older brother... well that pretty much sealed the deal."

It was everything Mark could do to keep from jumping up and down. This seemed so much more exciting than their secret club. He looked at Frankie and asked, "Um, so like would have to go through... um... what do they call the fraternity initiation thing?"

Frankie laughed and said, "It's called a pledge period, and it lasts six weeks. And no you wouldn't go through that, but there is an initiation you would have to go through, it's much shorter, but I'll be honest with you, it's pretty tough. Not as tough as actually pledging, but still tough. It is what binds you to the other brothers... you know having to go through some of what they did. I hope you can understand that."

Mark was really thinking now. He thought this was really cool and wasn't even worried about what the initiation might be. He was about to ask another question when the guy who had been whispering in Frankie's ear spoke up.

"Oh and by the way, as an honorary member, like all the other brothers, you will actually be able to help put the new pledges through their initiations."

Mark's eyes really widened as he considered that. He couldn't resist asking, "And, um do a lot of those initiation things happen in here?"

Frankie laughed and said, "You better believe it! And I'm sure you are smart enough to know what type of things would be happening!"

Mark got a wicked smile on his face when he considered the possibilities... if he did this he would be able to torture and humiliate more college age guys... and if there was one thing he had learned about himself, it was the fact he loved making older guys suffer.

Frankie let Mark think for a moment as he looked at his fellow fraternity members. All eyes were on Mark. All were really checking his tight teenage body out, and kept focusing on Mark's piece of manhood, which was standing straight up. And all were totally, and painfully boned.

"So how about it Mark? You ready to join?" Frankie asked.

Mark's cock throbbed some more and he said, "Yea! I am. So how soon can we start?"

Frankie chuckled, "Well if you're ready, we can start right away."

Mark looked down at his own hard cock and giggled and said, "Looks like I am totally ready."

He gestured towards Chip, Casey, Dennis and Coach and asked, "What about them?"

Frankie smiled and said, "Don't worry about them, we'll take care of them and we'll make sure Casey does what you told him to do. We won't be too far away and we'll try and make sure you don't miss anything really good."

"Oh and even though you won't be totally done today. After this first thing, you'll technically be an honorary brother."

Mark smiled and said, "That's really cool. Okay, let's do it... whatever it is."

They took Mark upstairs to a room near a corner of the house. Mark looked around the room. It was round and it's walls were made of stone and was decorated with symbols Mark didn't recognize. The only light in the room came from candles. Which provided just enough light for Mark to see what was going on and note that there was a small spiral staircase along one of the walls that was leading upwards. He listened intently as one of the brothers, dressed in a black robe, explained the history of the fraternity.

Another brother, also dressed in a black robe, explained the basic rules of the fraternity, which included being loyal to each other and standing by your brothers, no matter what. He was also told that in order to become one with his brothers he would have to take a solemn oath that would bind him to his brothers for life. And that oath would be taken immediately following his completion of his "Rite of Torture."

Mark's heart kept beating faster and faster and his cock continued to throb.

The "orientation" lasted almost an hour and was conducted in a very "heavy" ceremonial tone. During that time, he was required to state his full name and explain why he felt he deserved to be a brother.

Mark couldn't remember how he responded. But whatever he said, seemed to be okay.

Finally a third black robed brother approached and asked, "Are you ready to ascend the stairs that lead to the true brotherhood?"

Mark swallowed hard and said, "Yes."

"Then come with me," the last brother said.

Mark followed him across the room to the base of the stairs. He pointed at a small table, lit with candles and said, "You must choose the path you will follow. Choose the black and you will follow the path of a slave. Choose the red and you will follow the path of a master. And be forewarned, the path of the master is the most perilous. To complete it you must also experience the path of a slave."

Mark looked on the table. There were two sets of leather wrist and ankle restraints... one set was black and the other set was red.

He looked at the brother who just pointed and said, "You must choose."

Mark thought about it then picked up the red set.

He waited for the brother to say something else but he didn't say a thing. Finally Mark figured it out. He knelt and put the ankles restraints on, then stood and put the wrist restraints on his wrists.

As he stood there waiting he continued to get more excited. He still couldn't believe this was happening, though he wondered exactly what lay ahead, he wasn't overly concerned. Naturally he was a little scared, but his overall excitement pretty much took care of that..

Several minutes passed until he heard a door opening at the top of the spiral stairs which became illuminated with more candlelight. It was at this point that Mark realized he was at the bottom of that turret like structure he had seen on the corner of the house. The one that looked like it should be on a castle.

The three robed brothers pointed up the stairs and one of them said, "You will now prove your worthiness by ascending through the places of testing and sacrifice."

They turned around and walked out of the room.

Mark looked up, took a deep breath and slowly started up the stairs.

He was surprised by what he found on the next floor. The room was just like the one below, it was lit by candles and the walls were covered with symbols. The big surprise was the large widescreen flat-panel TV screen that was mounted on one of the walls. A guy in a red robe stood beside the screen and motioned for Mark to join him.

Mark walked across the room and stood in front of the screen.

The guy in the red robe looked at him and said, "You have arrived at your first place of testing. You have chosen the path of the Master. Your first test will be to demonstrate your ability, willingness and desire to make others suffer pain, torment and humiliation solely for your own pleasure. You will declare THREE tortures or punishments that a group of slaves will undergo while you watch."

"Also, there will come a time when you will asked to humiliate the same group of slaves. With that in mind and since you are new here, you need to know that there are ten fraternity houses on this block. It is a closed community. All initiate their pledges in similar ways, even the straight ones, and all can be trusted to support and protect each other."

"Remember this is solely for your pleasure, and anything goes. But be forewarned you will reap, all that you sow before this day is over. And remember this is a test! As your prospective brother, I advise you, the best way to pass this test, is to give in to your darkest desires. Do you understand?"

Mark nodded and said, "Yes Sir, I believe I do." He thought his heart would beat out of his chest and his cock was now super hard."

The guy in the red robe smiled and said, "Very well, here are your subjects. Make them really suffer for your pleasure, and you will be ready for the next level."

He touched the wide screen and it flickered on. Mark gasped when he saw the picture. It was crystal clear and showed the game room. Things had been rearranged. The four St. Andrews crosses were now arranged in a square, facing each other. Chip, Coach, Dennis, and Casey were secured spread eagled on the crosses facing out. All four were boned to the max and all four looked a scared.

A guy wearing a black robe stood beside each one.

Mark swallowed hard as he realized these were the "subjects" and his cock really started to throb.

The guy in the red robe said, "Remember give in to your darkest desires. Impress us with your three tortures young one!"

Mark thought for a couple of minutes then said, "Okay, I think they should be whipped with floggers hard on their chests, stomachs and thighs. And whipped hard 25 times."

Red Robe smiled as he spoke into a small microphone, "Master Mark has declared that these slaves shall be whipped hard on their chests, stomachs and thighs, 25 times."

Mark then watched in awe as the black robbed guys picked up floggers and began whipping the four helpless slaves. He couldn't tell which one was getting it worse, all were thrashing and crying out. His eyes widened and his cock throbbed as he saw the fronts of their bodies beginning to turn red. The sound was good, and Mark could make out individual voices.

"SWWWAAATTTTTT!"

"AGGGHHH! GOD DAM!" Dennis squealed.

"SWWWAAATTTTTT!"

"EGGGG GDDD!!! UHHHHHGGG... FUCK!" Coach gasped.

Chip tried hard but couldn't keep from yelping from time to time.

"SWWWAAATTTTTT!"

"UH.. UMM... UH, UH!"

Oddly enough it was Casey who seemed to scream the most.

"SWWWAAATTTTTT!"

"OH FUCK! GOD! AHHHHHHHHHGGGD! FUCK!"

By the time all had received their 25 hard lashes, their chests, stomachs and thighs were bright red and sported a few darker welts. All had tears in their eyes, were covered with sweat and moaning.

Red Robe looked down at Mark's incredible cock and smiled, it was throbbing and leaking pre-cum and Mark was breathing hard.

He then said, "Declare the next torture!"

Mark thought for a moment. He had, in fact, given into his darkest desires. He was in total lust now and all he could think about was making these four suffer. It didn't matter that two of them were friends, all that mattered was the pleasure he derived from making them suffer.

Mark kept his eyes glued on the screen. Whoever was running the camera was doing a great job. He moved around from time to time and showed closeups of faces and groins. Mark especially liked it when he would zoom in on a guy's hard cock and then pan up to show the face. He found he could easily recognize each one from seeing the guy's cock.

"Okay, Icy Hot or Ben Gay should be rubbed on their cock and balls and then both should be covered with hot wax."

Mark watched the screen as Red Robe announced the torture. He could tell the four could hear the announcement by their reaction. They all trembled.

Meanwhile, down in the "game room" Chip, Dennis and Coach could not believe what was happening. They heard the term "Master Mark" and wondered how he got to do this. Dennis was scared and pissed. One way or another he would find a way to get even with Mark.

Mark smiled as he saw the four black robed brothers approach the crosses carrying a tapered candle and a jarred one. In unison they set the jar candles on the floor and waited.

A fifth robed brother entered the picture and proceeded to move from cross to cross coating their hard cocks and hanging balls with Icy Hot. As soon as he was down the others reached out, pulled their subject's cocks down, so they were sticking straight out and began dropping the hot wax all along the tops.

It wasn't long at all before all four of the hapless slave boys began to gyrate and moan. Their cock and balls felt like they were on fire now and the dripping hot wax made it worse.

Mark was breathing really hard now. He rubbed his cock every now and then and quickly got close to cumming, but held back. He wanted to draw out his pleasure as long as possible.

Moans turned to screams and yelps when the four black robes, pulled the slaves cocks up against their pubes and began coating the underside with the hot wax. They deliberately held the candles really close, so there was no cooling effect at all.

Surprisingly, it was Casey who seemed to be in the worst shape. He was jerking violently in his bonds and screaming really loud. His body glistened with sweat, and he was breathing hard and panting.

Red Robe leaned closer and said softly, "You'll note, your new Slave Boy Casey's cock and balls are extremely sensitive."

Mark nodded and said, "Yea, I can see that, holy shit!"

Red Robe smiled and continued, "But note also how aroused he is. He gets that way very quickly and easily, and stays that way, no matter how intense the torture is."

Mark continued to watch, totally fascinated as the black robes finished coating the slave's cocks with wax. When they were done, they blew out the candles, picked up the jarred ones and began pouring it over the guy's Icy Hot burning balls. All four cried out and screamed as the hot wax quickly coated their suffering balls.

Red Robe smiled some more as he looked over Mark's athletic little body, throbbing hard cock and small tight ass. He thought to himself, "It's gonna be a lot of fun when we get to the `reap what you sow' part!"

The cries and screams continued as they pulled the guys balls up and splashed the molten wax on the underside.

"AGGGHHH! GOD DAM!"

"EGGGG GDDD!!! UHHHHHGGG... FUCK!"

"UH.. UMM... UH, UH!"

"OH FUCK! GOD! AHHHHHHHHHGGGD! FUCK!"

When the black robes were finally done and set the jar candles down, all four slave boys were slumped on their crosses and sobbing.

Red Robe looked at Mark and said, "It appears you are enjoying yourself, young Master Mark. The boys have suffered a lot already, you will now have a chance to examine each closely and decide if you wish to use your last torture, or forgo any more self pleasure and release them, it will be up to you."

As if on cue, the camera began moving from cross to cross. It focused in on the wax coated cock and balls then moved up to the face. All four slave boys were pretty much in the same condition. All were sweating. All were breathing hard. All had tears running down their faces.

The amazing thing was that all were still totally boned. Mark thought about that. After what he had just been told about Casey, that wasn't a surprise. And it wasn't a surprise about Coach and Chip. After all they had been given those pills, and even without them, Mark knew that Chip tended to stay aroused, no matter what.

What was a surprise was the fact that Dennis was so painfully boned. He thought for sure, the pain would lessen Dennis's feeling of arousal. He knew Dennis was pretty tough. What he didn't know was how Dennis was coping with what was going on. All Dennis could think about was the things he wanted to do to Mark to get even. Those things were so nasty, that they kept him completely boned.

Finally Red Robe asked, "So have they had enough, or should we continue. Do you want to make them suffer more?"

Mark didn't miss a beat. He looked at the screen and said, "I think it's time to remove that wax. I guess you have penis whips and ball paddles?"

Red Robe smiled and said, "We do indeed. We have one type of leather ball paddle and two types of penis whips. One is a simple flogger, but the other is a flogger with tiny spikes at the ends of the leather falls. That one inflicts the most pain."

Mark grinned and said, "Okay, we'll go with the second penis whip. I'd like to hear some more screams."

Mark grinned even more as he listened to Red Robe speak into the microphone. He looked at the screen and saw the "boys" react when they heard what was coming.

The black robes wasted no time getting started. They began with the penis whips and had all four crying in a matter of minutes as they flailed away at their wax encrusted hard cocks.

It took longer than Mark thought it would for the wax to be lashed off of both cock and balls. By the time they were done, all four were really crying hard and Coach had actually begged for it to stop.

Red Robe leaned closer and commented, "We noticed one of your slave boys begged for it to stop. Did you hear him?"

Mark continued watching the screen as the camera now moved from cross to cross. "Yea I did."

Red Robe asked, "So why didn't you stop it? I know we didn't hook them up with any safe words, but it was clear he was asking for it to stop. One of the things about being a true Master is respecting your Slave's limits."

Mark looked thoughtful as he continued staring at the view on the screen which remained focused on Coach Taylor. It was not an accident the camera was there. The operator had an earpiece on and could hear everything Red Robe said, and took his cues from that.

Mark turned his head, looked at Red Robe, pointed at the screen and said, "Well, it's like this... from what I was told, Coach... that's this red haired dude... said he didn't want any kind of safe word... He said if it got to the point he begged for it to stop... he wanted that to be ignored... he said he wanted to be pushed beyond any limits... to have absolutely no control... I know it's dangerous, but I think I'm pretty good at being able to tell if a guy is really being seriously hurt. If I thought that I'd stop."

Red Robe blinked. He looked at Mark again and thought, "Shit, it's just like they said... a grown up Master in a 13 year old's body! This little dude is incredible, but a little scary!"

He looked at Mark and asked, "Okay, I can understand that. But what about the others? Should we offer them a safe word?"

It was a test.

Mark thought another moment and said, "Yea, I guess we should."

Red Robe flicked a switch, and spoke into the microphone. He was clearly talking to one person only and not broadcasting into the game room like before. He explained about the safe word thing.

This was when Mark figured out the communication system. The camera jiggled a little then remained stationary and Mark saw a red robed figure emerge from around the camera, crossed the room and spoke to each of the guys on the crosses.

Several minutes later he walked back across the room and rounded the camera which jiggled once again. Mark watched with amusement as Red Robe apparently listened to something coming through an ear piece.

It took just a few more minutes before he said into the microphone, "Okay... OKAY... hang on.. shut up already... listen I want you to repeat what you just said, word for word... I'm gonna let him hear this."

Red Robe reached under his hood, pulled out his earphone and handed it to Mark.

"Listen to this! You need to hear it first hand."

Mark put the earpiece on and waited. Red Robe spoke into the microphone and told the camera guy to go ahead.

"Ahh... okay... Dude, I did like you said... I asked all four if they wanted a safe word. They all seemed to know what they were. The red headed dude said definitely not... I guess Casey heard that, and he said he didn't want one either... so then I asked that other Dude... you know the older brother... and he said something like... umm.. `If that is really Mark doing this, I don't want or need one'... "

Mark smiled knowing it was Chip who had said that.

The guy continued, "But then there was that other little Dude... SHIT! I took his gag out... and damn, that little Dude has a nasty mouth. When I asked him about a safe word... he asked if Mark was really doing this... I said yes, and he said, `OKAY my safe word is FUCK YOU! No that won't work, cause I'll be saying that too much. So how about PAYBACKS? That should work as a safe word.' Seems like he is a real smart ass. Anyway that's what happened. He's the only one with a safe word... sort of, though I doubt he'll use it. He does seem to be pretty scrappy!"

Mark smiled and handed the earpiece back to Red Robe.

He figured it probably didn't matter much now since he had chosen and completed his three tortures for them and would probably be moving on... assuming he had passed this test.

Red Robe put the earpiece back in, looked at Mark and announced, "I am pleased to inform you that you have passed your first test. As such the four slave boys are yours to command! You can use them now for more pleasures, or move on, it's up to you. And by the way, your next test will be to humiliate all four in some way, so be thinking about that."

Mark actually had been thinking about it and had come up with something. He had some other tortures he really wanted to put them through, but was anxious to move on. He looked at Red Robe and said, "Well, I do have some other tortures for them, but would sort of like to get to the humiliation thing... so if we move on can we get back to more tortures?"

Red Robe laughed, "Yes we can. After you complete your `administration of humiliation' test. You can torture all of them for as long as you want. Just remember, you will be reaping what you have sewn."

Mark still couldn't figure out what that meant exactly. He was really anxious to move on. He really wanted to do the humiliation thing, cause he thought he had come up with something really good.

Mark looked at Red Robe and said, "It is true what you said about the other fraternities... if they see `something' they will be cool with it... no matter what?"

Red Robe laughed, "Yes... totally true. We all have an agreement... and we all abide by it."

Mark thought for a moment then said, "I'm ready to move on."

Red Robe directed Mark to follow him up the stairs. The next room was exactly like the previous two... candles... symbols... but no TV screen. The only thing there was a small table, a large wooden chest and four chains hanging from the ceiling... and a huge bay window that faced the street and went from floor to ceiling.

Red Robe directed Mark to stand in the window, facing outwards.

Mark did as directed and got more excited as he realized his situation. Anyone out on the street could see him standing there, totally naked if they looked up.

Red Robe gave him a minute to think then said, "Okay, this is your next test. This should help you consider your plans for humiliating your four slave boys. As soon as you are ready, you tell me what your plans are, and we will make them happen."

Mark started breathing hard. Something inside him wanted someone to come along and see him standing there all boned up.

He waited a few minutes then blurted out his plans for humiliating Chip, Dennis, Coach and Casey. Red Robe got really super boned as he listened intently to Mark's plan. It was incredible... especially the part with the "sign off" cards. Over the years they had done similar things, but not nearly this intense or all encompassing. Mark had clearly accepted everything he had been told about the sanctity of fraternity row and their cooperation agreement..

Now it was Red Robe's turn to think. He thought for a few minutes then said, "Okay Mark, you stay right where you are... and keep yourself good and hard. And if anyone sees you, start masturbating... and you let them watch while you masturbate! But don't cum. I'm going to make some preparations."

And with that he was gone. Mark breathed harder and harder as he considered his situation. He thought to himself... "So this is what it feels like... to be on display like this... wow... this is intense!"

It didn't take long before Mark noticed some movement on the sidewalk in front of the house. Three guys were walking by, one was bouncing a basketball as they walked. It wasn't a very big front lawn, so there was no question if they stopped and looked up they would see him. He stopped fondling himself, put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and waited.

He could hear the muffled sound of the ball bouncing, which stopped abruptly. Several moments of silence followed. Then he heard more muffled sounds, but this time there were whistles and laughs.

He opened his eyes and his heart pounded faster.

The three boys, all college aged had stopped and were standing on the front lawn staring at him and smiling. He took a deep breath, reached down, grabbed his cock and started stroking it.

The boys on the front lawn started cheering and shouting, "Go... Go... Go!"

Mark blushed, but he kept on stroking. A couple of the guys looked right at him and rubbed their groins. Mark was dangerously close to cumming so he stopped stroking and put his hands behind his head.

The three boys watched him for a little while, then waved and moved on.

Mark was incredibly excited. There was something about being on display like this, that really turned him on.

At least 15 minutes passed with Mark actually hoping that someone else would come by and see him, but it didn't happen. Instead Red Robe returned with several sheets small sheets of poster board. Each one had a loop of string attached to the top.

He motioned Mark to join him near the back wall. He handed one of the sheets to Mark and said, "I hope this will do. We printed out what you described and mounted them on some poster board, so they would last. Go ahead and check it out. We've listed the other nine fraternity houses on the one side using their Greek letters and have a place for someone from each house to sign, along with comments. Then we pasted your instructions on the other side. I think it's really close to what you described. And by the way the other brothers are really excited about this. We've done something close before with our pledges, but this is more intense! Oh and we did include a quick greeting from us to the other houses, officially asking for their help and explaining the full requirements. They'll do it, because most of them use us in some way with their own pledges."

Mark quickly read through the instructions. His plan for humiliating the four "slave boys" went like this:

The four would be taken outside, completely naked, no shoes, nothing! Each one would have a "score card" hung around his neck. Once they were told to "GO!" each would take off running. Their goal was to have someone from each fraternity house "sign" their score card and to be the first one back with a full card.

The trick was, in order for them to get the signature; they would have to jack off in front of the brothers or at least someone from the house ... and they would have to jack off until they actually came. If they couldn't "cum" there would be no signature. At which point someone from that house would put a large "X" in the signature box, and then they could "punish" him HOWEVER they wanted before they let him leave.

Needless to say, the guy who got back last and/or had the least number of signatures would lose and get a really bad punishment.

Red Robe patted Mark on the head and said, "You did good! This is great, now you watch from the window as we start, then come downstairs cause we have an assignment for you. And one last thing we did the other thing you suggested. All of them are wearing cock rings and all have vibrating butt plugs in their asses.

As soon as he was gone, Mark went over to the window and looked down. There were a bunch of the fraternity brothers gathered on the front lawn... some in black and red robes and others just in regular clothes.

In just a few minutes they started clapping and cheering.

Mark smiled as he watched Chip, Dennis, Coach and Casey being led out onto the front lawn. All four were naked, and all were boned. He smiled broadly as he watched each of them being given a cup of water and a pill.

Chip apparently tried to protest, but it was to no avail. Three brothers grabbed him, and forced him to swallow the pill.

Frankie handed each of them the score card and explained the plan. Even from where he was Mark, could tell all four were nervous. Their hands were actually shaking as they hung the cards around their necks and waited.

Dennis happened to glance up and saw Mark in the window. He gave him a nasty look and then flipped him the finger.

Moments later, Frankie looked at his watch, raised his hand, and then dropped it suddenly as he shouted, "GO!"

Mark's cock throbbed again as he saw the four of them take off running. There always was something cool about seeing a guy running naked outside, especially when they were forced, challenged or dared into doing it. Which, with horny boys was actually not that hard to do.

Mark was a little disappointed when he got downstairs. He was taken to a small office and given some books to read. They had more information about the fraternity and included a small booklet with the rules, which included rules for use of the game room. There were specific open times were anyone could just walk in and take part in whatever was going on, but any member (regular or honorary) could "sign up" for private use of the room as well. If you were a member, you could also bring friends. That part got Mark thinking about a way to clear up a bunch of "commitments" he and his friends had at one time.

The other thing that got him excited was the "Invite Board." You were allowed to post what amounted to personal "ads" on the invite board but could only have one "ad" posted at a time. There was a list of abbreviations there. He ran down the list then went over to the wall and looked at the board. The first one on the board read, "s4M 4 bd cbt hm or an – 143". Mark looked in the book and interpreted it as meaning... Slave for a Master, for bondage, cock and ball torture, oral, and anal. Contact Brother 143." Each brother was assigned a ritual number which could be looked up on the fraternity computer.

Mark was really getting into it. He wanted to be part of this in a very big way. And so he read on...

He read about the so called "turret" rooms which were used only for "initiations" and special ceremonies. The only exception being, what was called "The Pit", which was actually the basement room of the turret. That really made Mark curious because it sounded somewhat ominous. There was a reference to an Appendix page which Mark turned to quickly. His mouth dropped open as he read about the rules for using "The Pit" and it's adjoining room... "Satan's Chamber."

There were three keys to "The Pit". One was kept by the Grand Master (aka. the fraternity president) and the other two by his two counselors. There was only one key to "Satan's Chamber" and it was held by the Grand Master.

Mark read on in fascination. Neither room was actually described but from what Mark was able to determine, "Satan's Chamber was a relatively large room, which could only be accessed by passing through "The Pit." And the way it sounded, it was underground and located underneath the front lawn.

There were a lot of safety rules regarding the use of both rooms. Mark was able to discern a lot from the rules and other notations that were there. When he was done reading, he sat back and took a deep breath.

From what he gathered, both rooms were used primarily for punishment. "The Pit" seemed scary enough but was apparently used for dealing with offenses such as lying to another brother, stealing, dishonoring the fraternity, and so on. It was also used as a "penalty" for the losers of some games and contests.

"Satan's Chamber" was for the most serious offenses... the ones that could get a brother kicked out of the Fraternity for life. Any brother who faced that sentence, could opt out of it by requesting he be sentenced to "Satan's Chamber." One of the things that made it sound so ominous was the fact that from what Mark could tell, the minimum sentence was 7 days in the Chamber.

He looked everywhere in the book for details about what went on in both rooms but found nothing that really helped. Still he kept looking.

Meanwhile on Fraternity Row, the four slave boys were not having an easy time.

Coach was standing in the backyard of one of the fraternity houses. There was a cookout going on and he was the center of attention. He was jacking off while everyone watched. There were at least fifty people there, including some girl friends of the brothers. All were having a good time watching Coach Taylor's masturbation show.

He was blushing like crazy, but was also turned on. It was without doubt the most humiliating thing he had ever done. He tried to "block" the others out of his mind by closing his eyes, but every time he did, some guy smacked his ass with a fraternity paddle and told him to open his eyes, and look at his fans.

Thankfully he was getting close to cumming, which meant he would get his signature and be on his way.

Casey was having a different type of difficult time. Apparently the brothers at the house he was at had some type of grudge against his fraternity. Probably due to the fact that many had been used and abused there during their pledge period.

This was definitely a "straight" fraternity, but that didn't stop them from making their pledges go to the "Gay BDSM" Fraternity House during hell week. All had spent time in the "game room" and all had been fucked while there. So all, were eager for paybacks.

A bunch of the brothers had been gathered in the living room watching porn and drinking beer. Beer bottles were strewn everywhere. When Casey arrived with his card, naked and boned, it gave them an idea. In order to get the signature, Casey would have to pick up all the beer bottles and put them in this big box. The trick was, he would have to pick them up with his ass, and had to be jacking off while he did it. And if he "came" before all the bottles were picked up, he would receive one smack with a paddle from everyone in the room.

The brothers stood the beer bottles up all over the room and Casey started doing his thing. There were a lot of hoots and hollers watching the hot young naked college jock, squat on a beer bottle, pick it up in his ass, and then hobble over to the box, while jacking off.

Casey glanced around the room as he dropped the first bottle into the box. There were a lot of bottles scattered around the room and he was already having a tough time keeping himself from cumming.

He resigned himself to the fact that sooner or later his ass would be taking a beating as he headed back across the room and the nearest bottle.

Then there was Chip.

Chip knocked on the door of another house and was greeted by a guy wearing a dirty practice football, uniform. Well at least from the waist down. Above that he wore a t-shirt which was soaked with sweat.

He glared at Chip, standing there naked and boned and suppressed a laugh, "What the fuck do you want kid? Trying to get us in trouble?"

Chip trembled as he handed him his score card and said, "No Sir, I'm just... um... well here, this will explain. It's all on the back."

The guy took the card, flipped it over and read the back. When he was done, he looked Chip up and down and said, "Taking them kind of young aren't they Dude?"

Chip smiled and said, "Well, I'm actually older than I look Sir!"

It was actually the other way around, but Chip decided to press his luck. The guy looked at him more closely and smiled. He had seen some freshmen who looked even younger than this kid, so what the heck. The college had a special early admission summer session going on and most of the fraternities were doing summer pledging so this kid was probably one of those.

He opened the door and invited Chip in.

Once inside he looked Chip over once again and asked, "So do you play sports dude?"

Chip's nerves started to calm down as he responded cockily, "Yes I do!"

The guy looked the card over once more as he asked, "So what sports do you play?"

Chip smiled broadly and said, well mostly soccer, but I play most sports. I'm not really tall enough for basketball, but I'm still pretty good, and when I play football I am really fast and can actually hit hard, but I'm not big enough."

The guy laughed as he looked at Chip's body and said, "Well, you got a lot of muscle tone... you just need to beef up some if you really want to play football."

"Anyway, this may just be your lucky day. You're obviously a jock, and this is the biggest jock' fraternity here, so we'll help you out. I think most of the guys are downstairs in the TV room, so I guess you can do your... um' thing there."

Chip blushed slightly when the guy said that. He was about to lead Chip to the TV room when he stopped and said, "I guess since you're doing this for the Gamma's, you must be gay... is that right? And um, into that kinky kind of stuff?"

Chip blushed, looked down and said sheepishly, "Yea, I am, sorry, it's just the way it is."

The guy chuckled and said, "That's okay dude, I understand... and I'll let you in on a little secret... I've done some kinky stuff... and have not ruled out anything... ...I just do what makes me feel good at the time... I'm pretty flexible and open for just about anything... So don't worry about it. We can take care of this, and I'll sign your card."

Chip really perked up as he followed the guy down the hallway. It really was his lucky day. He followed close behind the guy and checked him out. He had a really nice build with great biceps, a v-shaped torso, and a really small muscular butt.

Chip asked as they walked, "So what position do you play? You're obviously not a lineman."

The guy turned his head slightly and chuckled, "No I'm not, I'm afraid it's worse than that... I'm the quarterback."

When they reached a door which apparently led downstairs, the guy stopped, turned around and looked at Chip. He just stood there for a moment as he eyed Chip's body and hard cock. After a few moments he said, "Okay the guys are downstairs, I'll take you down there and you can jack off while they watch... I'll have to warn you, since you're from the Gamma house, they may push for something extra. Is that okay?"

Chip giggled, "Yea, I was sort of expecting that."

The guy reached for the door, then lowered his hand and looked Chip straight in the eye. He started to sweat and breath a little harder as he said, "Of course, we could handle this another way."

Chip smiled as he said mischievously, "How is that?" He saw the blush on the guy's face and sensed where this was going... which would actually be okay, since the guy was really hot. He got a kick out of how nervous he was.

The guy looked down, swallowed hard and said, "Well, we could take care of this privately, in my room. I don't have a roommate. It's one of the privileges of being the quarterback.

Chip smiled at him and said, "That's cool, so, let's do it!"

The guy seemed really relieved but still nervous as he led Chip to his room. It was a fairly large room, and obviously belonged to a jock. Clothes were strewn every where including gym clothes, running shoes and dirty jocks. It had a strong male odor... a combination of sweat and stale cum.

The guy locked the door, walked to the center of the room, turned around and looked at Chip. He really looked nervous and was obviously trying to figure out what to say. Chip thought it was pretty funny that the team's quarterback seemed so unsure of himself now.

Chip smiled and asked, "Okay, Dude, so what do I need to do to get that signature, besides jacking off? I'm guessing there's something else."

The guy stammered, "Well, yea... I mean if that's okay... um... you know... on second thought... umm..maybe I should just sign your card and let you go."

Chip's cock started to throb as he looked at the hot, college quarterback quivering in front of him. He seemed so confident when they first started talking... and when he reassured Chip how "open" and "flexible" he was about sex. "...I've done some kinky stuff... and have not ruled out anything... ...I just do what makes me feel good at the time... I'm pretty flexible and open for just about anything..." was what he had said.

Chip thought for a moment then asked, "You mind if ask you something?"

The guy looked relieved and nodded.

"First of all, what's your name? Mine is Chip."

The guy smiled and said, "I'm Cody, it's nice to meet you."

Chip giggled, "And it's nice to meet you."

There was another long pause. Then Chip asked, "So I was just wondering... like have you ever done `stuff' with... you know guys?"

Chip loved the way Cody blushed as he looked down and stammered, "Well... um not very much... I've messed around with a lot of girls, and could have just about any one I wanted... done some really kinky stuff with them too...and I've sort of fooled around with a couple of guys, but it wasn't much and that was long ago and then there was some initiation stuff when I joined the fraternity. You have to be careful, you know... especially in my situation... cause I get a lot of attention."

Chip considered what that meant, "...in my situation" and then it hit him like the proverbial ton of bricks.

His shout made Cody jump. "HOLY SHIT! You're Cody Sharp! OH MY GOD!"

Cody waved his arms and said, "Jeeze Dude! Settle down! Really! You almost scared the shit out of me."

Chip's eyes sparkled as he jabbered, "My God! I saw you play last year, and was at that game when you led that long drive that wrapped up the conference title! You were awesome!"

Cody chuckled, "Yes, well I got a little lucky."

Chip was beside himself, he looked at Cody and said, "Sorry I didn't recognize you Dude, but I've never seen you this close before."

They chatted about football for a few minutes. Cody shared a few things then seemed to get a little distracted. Chip noticed it and also noticed the way Cody was looking at him. It was the same way Coach Taylor had looked at him after their morning runs.

Moments before, he was sure that Cody wanted more than to watch him jack-off. He figured he was probably after a blow job or wanted to fuck him.

Chip glanced at Cody's crotch. He couldn't tell too much due to the fact he was still wearing his football pants and obviously had a jock and cup on. But judging from the way he was squirming, he was pretty sure he was boned good. Chip figured there was the possibility that Cody was gay, or at least "curious".

And then Chip got the "gut" feeling again and thought to himself, "Damn, I can't believe this is happening all over again. What is it about me? It's like I'm some kind of magnet for older gay guys or at least curious ones!"

He thought about the two other guys who were about Cody's age. Coach Taylor and Aaron. Both were gifted athletes and extremely competitive. And both were exceptional leaders. Coach Taylor had been the Captain of his championship college lacrosse team, and Aaron had been the Captain of his soccer team.

From chatting with them, he knew it had been that way since they were in grade school. They were natural leaders and always seemed to be the ones in charge.

The most interesting thing was the fact that off the field, both had this incredible need and desire to be dominated... to be humiliated... tortured... and abused. He wondered if it might be some sort of "balance" thing... and suddenly he wondered if Cody, the great star quarterback might secretly be the same way.

He looked at Cody. The signs were all there... the nervousness... the roving eyes... the sweating... the heavy breathing... the squirming... and the blushing.

The conversation just sort of trailed off and they stood there staring at each other.

Finally Cody stammered, "Ummm... Look Chip, I shouldn't hold you up any longer, I suspect this is some sort of contest, so you probably should get moving. I can't even begin to imagine what will happen if you lose."

Actually he could, and the very thought of it made his restrained cock get even harder.

Chip said, "Yea, I guess you're right. I better just do this. Why don't you just sit down, take your shoes off and relax, while I do what I have to."

Cody sat on the end of the bed, pulled his shoes off and watched as Chip started stroking his cock.

It wasn't long before both were breathing hard.

Chip smiled at Cody and teased, "So do you like watching me jack off?"

Cody shrugged and said, "Yea, I guess it's okay. It's not like I haven't seen other guys do it before. I've been through football and fraternity initiations... so it's not that big of a deal.

The way he was breathing told Chip it was a big deal.

Cody looked at Chip and asked, "So you don't really mind doing it in front of me? Masturbating like that while I watch? That's a really personal thing. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Chip chuckled as he stroked harder, "Well maybe a little, but that makes it more exciting. What about you? I'm guessing you had to do it during those initiations... and probably in front of a bunch of guys... how did you feel?"

Chip was panting, but kept his eyes on Cody's face. His cheeks were rosy red now, his eyes seemed to gloss over and he was breathing through his mouth. "Umm... I don't... um... know... um..."

At that moment, Chip's instincts took over. Whatever pleasure he was drawing from being in a submissive roll, suddenly vanished. It was replaced by an even greater pleasure, or more appropriately, a passion. All thoughts of Mark's twisted little contest vanished as he looked at Cody. All he could think about was taking control of Cody.

He was certain he was right. And if he wasn't, he'd know in a few moments.

Chip stopped stroking, walked over to Cody, grabbed his chin, tilted it up, looked in his eyes and said softly, "Dude, why don't you get more comfortable and take off your shirt."

Cody nodded, quickly stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

Chip smiled and said, "Okay, stand up and let me look at you."

Cody stood up without saying a thing. He was having a tough time understanding what was happening and why he was suddenly feeling so terribly excited.

Chip ran his hands over Cody's chest and stomach, which caused Cody to start breathing really hard. Then he ran his finger tips around Cody's nipples and asked softly, "That feel good?"

Cody nodded and panted, "Yea! Oh God."

Chip ran his fingers down Cody's muscular chest and perfectly defined abs. He reached the drawstrings on the waistband of Cody's football pants, untied them and slowly opened the front.

Cody trembled as Chip loosened his pants. He instinctively moved his hands towards the loosened drawstrings and Chip gently pushed them aside. He continued loosening Cody's pants as he considered his next move.

The way Cody was trembling and breathing assured him he was moving in the right general direction. The question now was, which track to get on.

He thought for a moment and said, "Step away from the bed Cody."

Cody stepped towards the center of the room.

Chip figured that was a good sign. He stood beside Cody, and once again ran his hands over his stomach and chest. Cody closed his eyes, swallowed hard and stammered... "Umm... I'm not sure... um... that umm... we should be... you know..."

An idea popped into Chip's head. He patted Cody's butt gently and said softly, "Let me ask you this Cody... as the quarterback, it's important that you follow all your coach's orders right?"

Cody swallowed again, and said, "Yea, it's very important!"

The moment of truth had arrived. Chip decided to go for it! He had to be right!

Chip ran his fingertips down Cody's sides and said firmly, "Well okay then. Right now I'm your Coach! And Coach says to put your hands behind your head and just stand still. You got it?"

Chip held his breath and waited.

Cody thought for just a moment, raised his hands behind his head and almost shouted, "YES COACH!"

Chip's cock really started to throb as he considered what had just happened, and what was about to happen. He was definitely on the right track. Now the question was just how far down the track Cody wanted to go.

He let Cody stand there for several minutes while he looked around the room for anything he could use. Cody's bed was unmade so he decided to pull the blankets totally off and get them out of the way.

He did so and tossed them in a corner of the room. As he walked back towards the bed, which was now covered only with sheets, something caught his eye.

There was a piece of rope on the floor near the corner of the foot end of the bed. Chip knelt and took a look at it. One end was tied to the bed leg, and the other end had a loop in it. It was the type of loop you could use to snare something... like a rabbit...or an ankle.

He checked the other bed legs. All had similar pieces of rope. The only difference was one of the loops at the top of the bed had a much longer piece trailing out. Chip smiled as he examined that one more closely. Having experimented with self bondage he had used a similar setup... place that trailing end in between your fingers when you `snared' your wrist, and eventually you would be able to free that wrist by tugging at it. It would take time, and if it happened to slip out of your fingers, you were stuck. But that was part of the thrill.

He continued looking around the room and found a few other items he figured he could use. His cock was really throbbing now and he hoped his conclusions about the incredibly hot college football star were right on.

He stood behind Cody, took hold of the sides of his pants and began to pull them down Cody's lean, but muscular legs.

Cody moaned and stammered, "I... ummm ... I don't think... this... ummm..." He started to turn around.

Chip said firmly, "What's the matter with you boy? Don't you understand your Coach's orders? I told you to stand still! So do it!"

Cody immediately turned back and said, "Sorry Coach!"

Chip was really excited as he pulled Cody's pants all the way down. He tapped Cody's feet one at a time, and Cody raised them so Chip could remove his pants completely. He repeated the drill for Cody's socks and hip pads.

When he was done, he walked around in front of Cody and looked him up and down. It was Chip's turn to moan as he examined Cody's incredible body. It reminded him of that famous nude Greek statue of the athlete.

Chip stepped closer. He reached out and once more ran his hands down Cody's chest and stomach and slowly moved lower. The front of Cody's jock seemed to be throbbing as Chip's fingers began fiddling with the waistband.

Chip stepped really close, looked up into Cody's face and stared at him.

Cody trembled again, he tried to think of something to say but couldn't. The only thing he knew was he could not remember a time when he was this turned on. He had experimented with some kinky sex with a few of his girl friends. A couple of them were into the dominatrix thing, and loved ordering him around and torturing and humiliating him when they had sex.

Chip began rubbing the front of his jock and Cody remembered the time that one of the girls had made him strip out in the woods, blindfolded him and tied him to a tree. She played with his cock and balls for a long time and got him to beg for mercy by crushing his balls between two flat stones. Then she said she was gonna go, and leave him there all night, but said she would call some gay guys she knew, and tell them where he was.

Moments after she said that, he started to cum. She saw the signs, caught all of his cum in his jock strap and then shoved it in his mouth.

Then she left.

He struggled for almost an hour, tugging at his bonds, trying to get free as he imagined what the gay guys would do to him when they got there.

He never did find out if the gay guys ever showed up because he was able to free himself. The other thing he remembered was his trip home. She had taken his clothes so the only thing he had to wear was the jock. He put it on, and worked his way back to the fraternity house, which was over two miles away. It was a scary trip.

By the time he made it back to his room, he was boned so hard that he had to jack-off before he could go to bed.

He still remembered the feelings from that night, and now, here he was with similar feelings, but these were much more intense.

He looked down at Chip, saw Chip's young throbbing cock sticking straight up in the air and wondered what his "Coach" was going to "make" him do.

He didn't have to wait long.

Chip pulled the front of Cody's jock open, reached inside, ran his fingers back and forth through Cody's sweaty pubes then grabbed his throbbing cock and balls and snapped, "Okay Super Jock Boy, these are now mine! Do you understand? I know it's what you want!"

Cody took a deep breath and gasped, "Yes Coach! I understand!"

He squeezed Cody's balls hard, rubbed his fingers into the sweaty area beneath them and said, "And that means I can do whatever I want to them and the rest of this hot body of yours whenever I want. Because that is what you want isn't it boy?"

Blood rushed into Cody's cock. His heart raced and he half shouted, "YES COACH!"

Chip pulled his hand out of Cody's jock, held his fingers under Cody's nose and said, "Okay Boy, go ahead and smell yourself!"

Cody sniffed Chip's fingers. His eyes rolled and he panted as the smell of his own sweat and manliness filled his nostrils.

Chip grinned and said, "Oh yea, you like that smell don't you? Well get used to it, cause you'll be getting a lot of it!"

The earlier day's events were now totally forgotten. Chip felt the surge of power once more as he took control of another older guy.

He grabbed hold of the waistband of Cody's jock and asked, "So what do you think I should do now Boy? Go ahead and say it! You know what you want me to do! So just say it!"

Cody's thoughts were running wild. He said to himself, "This is insane, what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way? Why am I so turned on by what this young college freshman is doing to me?"

He was right about one thing at least. Chip was a freshman... but not a college freshman.

Chip slapped his bare as hard and snarled, "So what do you think I should do now Boy? Don't make me ask again!"

Cody tingled all over as he blurted out, "Yank my jock down and off Coach!"

Chip grinned as he yanked Cody's jock down to his ankles. Cody stepped out of his jock and waited. He could hardly breathe from the excitement he felt.

Chip was having his own trouble breathing. As soon as Cody stepped out of it, Chip picked up Cody's jock and sniffed it. It was the one he had worn at practice that day, and the scent was extremely strong.

He looked up at Cody's groin and gasped. Cody's `manhood' was just as impressive as his play on the football field. It was standing straight up and had to be at least 11 inches long.

Chip stood up, faced Cody and said, "Okay, Boy! Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your back. Now!"

Cody dropped to his knees in front of Chip and stared at his groin. His cock throbbed as he got a good whiff of Chip and an "up close" view of his hard cock and thick pubic patch.

Chip was on a roll now. He glared down at the naked college football star, kneeling in front of him and snapped, "Okay Boy! I had to ask you twice about your jock. So what do you think we should do about that?"

Cody swallowed hard, looked down and said, "I guess I should be punished Coach!"

Chip thought, "DANG this is so much fun and so hot!" He just loved this.

He smiled at Cody and said. "We'll get to that. Right now I've got a couple more questions. And I expect the honest truth. You can do that, right?"

"YES COACH!" he hollered.

Chip saw the way Cody was staring at his crotch. So his first question related to that.

"You like the way my crotch smells don't you Cody?"

Cody blushed again, then stammered... "Yes Coach."

"Have you ever sucked a guy's cock before, or had yours sucked by a guy?"

Cody shook his head and said, "No Coach, never. I've never had a guy's cock in my mouth. And the only blow jobs I've had were from girls."

Chip crossed his eyes and said, "Not even when you pledged the fraternity and they sent all of you pledges to the Gamma house?" Chip had figured that out from some things he had overheard in "game room" while they were putting him on the cross.

Cody shook his head again and said, "They made all the other pledges do that and made them fuck each other, but not me. They just spanked and whipped me and stuff."

Chip was curious. "Why didn't they do that with you, do you think?"

Cody looked up and said, "I don't know Coach, I'm still trying to figure that out."

The truth was, that Cody had been a highly recruited high school football star. He had gotten a lot of publicity and the officers of both fraternity houses had decided not to take any chances during his pledge period.

Chip continued, "But it sounds like you've gotten a lot of blow jobs from girls. When did that start?"

Cody blushed yet again and said, "I guess in junior high. It was kind of crazy. Lots of girls wanted to feel me up and then suck my cock. It was even wilder in high school. This one girl always blew me under the bleachers right after a game, and then I'd get a couple more afterwards at the parties I went to."

"And I guess you've fucked girls too?"

Cody smiled and said, "Yea. That started in junior high too."

Chip moved closer to Cody so his crotch was now really close to his face. He saw Cody tremble and start breathing harder.

"Okay Cody! You like looking at my cock, don't you?"

Cody nodded, and said softly, "Yes Coach."

"When was the last time you touched another guy's cock?"

Cody shook as he said, "Back in high school. I jacked a couple of guys off and they jacked me off."

Chip chuckled, "Well then guess it's about time you got back into practice. Would you like to feel my cock Cody? If you do, just ask."

Cody nodded, took a deep breath and asked, "Um Coach, may I please feel your cock?"

Chip patted him on the head and said, "Go ahead Cody. You can feel me for as long as you want... my balls too."

Cody reached out and wrapped his hand around Chip's engorged cock. Both moaned as he squeezed and stroked Chip's manhood gently. The moaning grew louder as Cody used his other hand to fondle Chip's balls.

It wasn't long before Cody was stroking really fast. Chip managed to resist the temptation to cum. He let Cody stroke him until he was at the edge, then told him to stop.

Cody seemed dismayed.

Chip smiled, "Don't worry, you'll get to make me cum soon enough. Right now, I think there's something else you really want to do. Something else you've never done before. So just ask me. Go ahead Cody, you know what it is."

Cody looked up at Chip's face. His lower lip quivered as he took a deep breath and said softly, "Um Coach, can I please... um suck your cock and lick your balls."

He looked like he was going to start crying. Chip ran his fingers through the star quarterback's hair and said, "Yes you can Cody. We'll get to that in just a little bit. Right now I need to show you something."

He told Cody to follow him on his knees. Cody followed Chip to the corner of the bed. When he got there, his face flushed as he saw the looped piece of rope sticking out from under the bed.

Chip saw the pained look on his face and said, "You want to explain this to me Cody. What's this for? There's one tied to every leg of the bed"

Cody's lower lip quivered. He looked at Chip and stammered, "Um one of my girl friend's put them there... for sort of a joke."

Chip leaned down slapped Cody's ass hard and snarled, "Come on boy! I know that's a lie. Now lie down on your back on the bed and spread your arms and legs wide! NOW!"

Cody shouted, "YES COACH!" He climbed onto the bed, lay on his back, spread his arms and legs really wide and waited.

Chip moved quickly to secure Cody's wrists and ankles. He made sure his limbs were stretched painfully tight. When he was done he looked at Cody's throbbing hard cock. It was huge and was dripping lots of pre-cum.

Yes, he was clearly on the right track with Cody!

Chip picked up a couple of thick rubber bands he had found, doubled them over and slipped one onto the base of Cody's cock, and the other on his ball sack. He added another to Cody's sack, since it hung so low.

When he was done he started playing with Cody's nipples and asked, "Know what those rubber bands are for Slave Boy?"

Cody trembled and shook his head.

Chip laughed and said, "Well they will help make sure you stay hard, and will also make it harder for you to cum."

Cody trembled some more and started to really sweat.

Another idea popped into Chip's head. He decided to see just how "into" this Cody was and whether or not he actually wanted it to continue after today.

"I'll get you a real cock ring and a ball constrictor as soon as I can. Once I do, you'll wear them whenever I tell you too, and that will also be a reminder that you are my slave boy. Sound okay Cody?"

"Yes Coach, whatever you say Coach!"

Chip was really smiling now. His victory was essentially complete, but he couldn't resist going for a total victory.

"Okay, one last thing before we start having real fun. How long do you think our little slavery deal should last? You seem smart enough to understand that while you are my slave, you will have to do whatever I say, no matter what! Oh and don't worry though, I won't do anything that would cause problems for you in football. And you will let me know right away if any order I give would cause you a real problem in that area. It will be sort of like a safe word."

It was yet another moment of truth. Chip watched as Cody breathed harder and harder. His cock was really throbbing now and Chip could tell he was thinking hard. He ran his fingers over Cody's wonderful chest and added, "Yes think about it carefully... you'll be the sex and torture slave of a freshman... and there's nothing I like more than torturing and humiliating a stud like you. You did know I was a freshman right?"

Cody nodded. His heart was really beating fast. The smell of his own sweat was really strong now. He thought about what it was going to be like to have to follow Chip's kinky and twisted orders and be under his total control. At last his greatest secret fantasy was about to come true. Even more exciting was the fact it would be a young looking college freshman giving the orders. Still though, he was a little scared.

Chip let him think a little longer, then patted Cody's huge hard cock softy, and said, "So what about it Boy? How long do you want to be my slave?"

He cupped his hand around Cody's bound balls and squeezed gently, then ran his fingers through Cody's pubic hair and said, "Remember, it will be `TOTAL', you will do whatever I say!"

Cody thought just a little longer as Chip increased the pressure on his balls. His brain was saying one thing, but his hormones another. He knew what he should say, which conflicted with what he wanted to say.

Finally he thought, "Okay Cody! Come on it's fourth and goal, with seconds left... down by four points... I'm calling the plays... moments like this don't come that often. Do I go with the logical play, the smart play... or do I go with my gut... the guys in the huddle are waiting..."

Cody looked at Chip, took a really deep breath and went with his "gut!"

"Okay Coach! I'm totally yours at least until graduation in the spring! And if you want, I'll do it next summer too, since I'll be here running these football camps for high school kids... and um it could even be longer. I'll probably be going to grad school here since it's doubtful I'll get into the pro's... I'm just not big enough. So is that okay Coach?"

Chip looked at Cody, the star college quarterback, bound, spread eagled and naked on his own bed, asking to be turned into a sex and torture slave. He patted Cody's hard cock and said, "Okay Cody, I think we have a deal! Just remember... ANYTHING I say! I mean IT! Absolutely anything!"

Cody gulped and said, "Don't worry about that Coach, I'll do whatever you say!"

Chip was so excited he wasn't worried about Mark's challenge. He figured if he lost, whatever they would do to him would be worth it. Cody was so incredibly hot and seemed really excited about being Chip's slave.

And that was an understatement. As excited as Cody had been when he had sex with girls, it was nothing compared to this. He couldn't wait for Chip to start making him do things that were totally humiliating and to torture him sexually.

"Okay Cody, I'm gonna tell you a little about what the coming year is going to be like for you. I'm also going to make up a shopping list for you of some `toys' I want you to buy. I think you know the type of toys I'm talking about."

Cody thought for a moment, swallowed really hard and then stammered, "Um Coach... I actually already have some... there was this girl who... um... was into some nasty stuff... and she had me buy some things... there's a black back pack in the closet over there... you can look in there... it's next to my old gym bag. "

He trembled as he said it. Some of the things in the pack had never been used and were a little scary. He remembered that girl... she loved tying him up and teasing and torturing him. What she didn't know was that every time she did it, Cody would fantasize that it was a guy doing it to him.

It had been pretty much the same since junior high school. Girls were all over him from an early age and he did what was expected of a hot jock... he dated and messed around with them. As much as he wanted to do "stuff" with guys, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. It was just too risky. He didn't want to chance being labeled as a fag. So he just went with the flow.

Every now and then he did get lucky though. Some of the guys and girls he hung out with liked to play strip poker. Whenever they played, on the surface, he seemed like all the other straight guys. But deep down inside, he was more interested in seeing the guys getting naked than the girls.

And of course, he actually did like it when he lost, and had to pay some type of penalty.

Cody's gay fantasies got more and more intense during high school. Whenever he masturbated, he thought about guys. He even thought about guys when he had sex with girls.

It was in his senior year in high school when his fantasies took a darker turn. He was looking at some gay porn on the net and stumbled onto a site which focused on bondage, torture and humiliation. He couldn't get enough of it.

He imagined himself being bound and forced to do the things he saw and read about on the websites. The more he thought about it, the more intense his orgasms became.

He started going into chat rooms, and made a number of attempts to "hook up" with some guys for real, but always chickened out. He was afraid someone might recognize him.

His situation got worse when he went off to college. As the up-and-coming young star quarterback, his picture was everywhere. He had even appeared on TV. So he did what he felt he had to do to keep his secret... he dated girls... had sex with girls... but continued his dark fantasies.

For Cody, the locker room became increasingly challenging. Seeing all these college jocks walking around naked was a major turn on. And then there was that smell of sweat and male nakedness.

Cody was terrified of being "outed" in some way and getting "boned" in the locker room would be one way that could happen. So he developed a routine for dealing with his "situation."

Before going to practice, or a game, he would jack-off as many times as he could during the hour before. Immediately after practice, or a game, he would rush to one of the stalls in the bathroom, close the door, and jack-off as fast as he could.

Cody's rush to the stall became an "in-house" joke, which was perfect for Cody. The word was that Cody always took a major "dump", right after practice or a game.

And now here he was...years of "pent up" secret fantasies and desires had finally peaked and become reality. Cody tilted his head up and saw Chip looking through the back pack. His cock twitched when he saw the devilish look on Chip's face.

Then he trembled when he noticed that Chip had also retrieved his old gym bag from the closet. He should have hidden it better, he thought.

Chip was really pleased by what he found inside the backpack. There were a lot of sex toys there... many still in their original shrink wrap.

He pulled out a ball press, a ball paddle, some tit clamps, a riding crop, a string of ass beads, a butt plug, and some lube.

He glanced at Cody and chuckled, "Dude, you've got a nice supply of fun stuff here. Well fun for me anyway. So what's the deal? A lot of this stuff has never been used."

Cody stammered, "Yes, well, that chick who was into that stuff hasn't been around for awhile... and I um... haven't been able to find another one who was... you know... into it."

Chip smiled as he picked up the gym bag.

"So what's in here?" he asked curiously.

He saw the look of panic on Cody's face.

"Oh, nothing much... ummm... just some old gym stuff!" Cody said tenuously.

Chip smiled as he opened the bag and looked inside.

The smell of stale sweat and "maleness" was really strong.

It took a little while for Chip to fully understand what was in the bag. He rummaged through it. It was full of used jockstraps and underwear of various sizes. Some of them were still damp with sweat. He examined several of them and noted most had "names" written on the waistbands in permanent ink... names like... "Humphries"... "Mitchell"... "Martin"... "Gorman"... "Ferguson"... and so on.

Cody was shaking as he watched Chip examine the jocks and undies.

Finally Chip "got it!" He pulled a couple of jocks out of the bag and walked over to the bound quarterback.

He sat down on the bed beside Cody and fiddled with the two damp and dirty jocks and said teasingly, "Let me guess... you were doing some of your team mates' laundry?"

Cody's face flushed completely and his eyes got watery. He didn't know what to say. Another of his dark secrets was now out and he felt totally humiliated.

Chip grinned as he fiddled with one of the jocks and sniffed it, "Hmmm, now let me see, this one says `J. Humphries' on it... I think I recognize that name... he's one of your wide receivers isn't he?"

Cody nodded. His lower lip quivered as he said, "Yes Coach... sss ...sorry."

Chip smiled some more as he really sniffed the damp jock, "Wow, this is pretty fresh! He smells really hot too! So is this from today?"

Cody blushed some more, and said softly, "Yes Coach. He wore it at practice today."

Chip looked at the other jock and asked, "Okay... and what about this one? Mitchell? Who's that?"

Cody took a deep breath and stammered, "Umm, he's a tight end... Oh God!"

Chip looked down at Cody. It looked like he was about to cry. He rubbed Cody's chest and said reassuringly, "That's okay Cody, my man! I understand. Everyone has their thing'... and it seems like you have at least one special thing' or `fetish'... so why don't you just tell me about it! All of it! Remember you are my slave boy now... so fess up!"

Chip ran his fingers all the way down to Cody's pubes. He patted his hard cock, gently cupped Cody's balls in his hand and waited.

Cody thought for a moment, took a deep breath and spilled his guts.

Chip listened intently as Cody "confessed" everything, including his routine for jacking off before and after games and practices.

It had started during his freshman year. The college had a free laundry service for the football team which worked great. After a game, or practice, you just tossed your dirty stuff in this big bin... you just needed to make sure everything was marked.

The next day, the clean clothes would be laid out in neat piles, arranged by name, on this long table at the back of the locker room.

Cody noticed that uniforms seemed to take precedence over things like jocks, undies and t-shirts. It sometimes took several days for jocks or undies to come back... which is why most guys simply kept a bunch of them "in-play" at any given time.

One day, he was dropping his stuff in the laundry bin when he noticed a dirty jock hanging on the side of the bin. It had the name "J. Humphries" clearly marked on the waistband. He looked around... no one was watching... so, on a whim he grabbed it.

He took it back to his room at the fraternity house.

He jacked off several times that night while sniffing and licking Josh's sweaty jock.

The next day he took the jock back and dropped it in the laundry bin in the locker room.

And so it continued.

No one seemed concerned about the temporarily "missing" jocks or undies. They always seemed to turn up eventually. And if some were "lost in the system"... that was okay... they really weren't missed.

Admitting this stuff to young Chip was pretty humiliating, but also pretty exciting. He liked the feel of Chip's hand on his balls and really liked the feeling of being in Chip's control.

"So have you sniffed and licked most of your team mates jocks?" Chip asked as he squeezed Cody's balls a little harder.

Cody nodded and said, "Yes Coach... most of them. I know it sounds really strange and all, I just couldn't help myself. There's something about that smell that really turns me on. I like the smell of naked guys too."

Chip patted Cody's hard cock and said, "That's okay Dude, I like that smell too."

Chip leaned down and sniffed Cody's nice pubic patch.

"I do like the way your sweaty pubes smell right now. It remains to be seen just how long I'll let you keep them!" Chip chuckled.

Cody trembled some more as Chip's words sunk in.

Chip sat back up, looked at Cody and said, "Okay Slave Boy, it's time we really got started with your training. I'm going to go ahead and gag you just to be safe since I'm sure you'll be screaming in no time."

Chip balled up the jock that said "Mitchell" and forced it into Cody's mouth. Then he stretched the one that was labeled "Humphries" over Cody's nose. He smiled as he watched Cody's eyes roll.

Chip gathered up a bunch of rubber bands. He doubled them over several times and slipped them onto Cody's throbbing cock. He made them extra tight. Cody started to shake as he felt the pain from the tight cock bondage.

Meanwhile Chip had noticed a deck of cards on Cody's desk. He picked it up and started shuffling. Cody tilted his head up and looked at Chip with curiosity.

Chip smiled and said, "Okay I'm gonna explain some things to you now. To start with, as my slave I can punish you whenever I want, and however I want. You'll be punished for two reasons. First of all, you will be punished hard if you do something wrong. And second, you'll be punished for my enjoyment, or the enjoyment of my friends. And most of my punishments involve some type of torture... either physical or sexual. Do you understand?"

Cody nodded, and mumbled "Yes Coach," into his gag.

Chip smiled again and continued, "I like to play some games at times. So we're going to play one now. It's a type of torture game. But I need to get you ready."

Cody watched as Chip picked up the string of ass beads and lubed them up. He trembled slightly when Chip reached between his legs and pressed the first bead into his hole.

Chip laughed when Cody began to moan as the bead spread his hole open. "Dang Dude, you really are fucking tight. These things are pretty big, so they'll probably hurt like hell."

He was absolutely right.

Cody moaned really loud as the first bead snapped inside. He started to shake badly when the second bead joined the first one inside his ass. Chip forced third bead inside and Cody started to thrash wildly. He screamed into his gag as pain shot through his body.

Chip continued until all five beads were in. Cody was gyrating like crazy. His eyes filled with tears. It took several minutes for him to settle down. He looked up at Chip and whimpered.

Chip picked up the ball paddle and held it in front of Cody's face. "Know what this is?"

Cody trembled and nodded. He mumbled into his gag, "Mmm... a ...mmmph... Ball... paddle."

"Good! That's right. As a jock, you know what it feels like to get hit in the balls."

Cody nodded again.

"Okay we're going to play a ball paddling game right now. And because I'm a nice guy, I'm going to give you a chance to earn a reward."

Chip knelt on the bed beside Cody's chest. He grabbed his own cock and waved it around. "And this will be your reward. You said you wanted to suck my cock and lick my balls. So if you do well, I'll let you do that for as long as you want... and I'll even let you taste my cum. Would you like that Cody?"

Cody moaned and nodded his head. He started at Chip's hard cock and low hanging balls and started breathing harder. The pain in his ass and cock was momentarily forgotten as he thought about sucking his first cock.

Chip was really pleased. He picked up the deck of cards and said, "Okay Cody my boy, this is how this will work. I want you to make a fist with both hands. Then I am going to have you show me the number of cards I should draw from the deck by raising your fingers. I have a number of cards in mind. If you tell me a number that is larger than the number I'm thinking of, then you'll win."

"And, by the way... I'll be totally up the `face values' of the cards, and that will be the number of swats you will get with the ball paddle... face cards are worth ten... an ace is eleven... and the others are self explanatory."

He let it sink in and then said, "Okay Cody, how many cards should I draw?"

Cody thought for several moments. He was pretty scared about the ball paddling, but really wanted to suck Chip's wonderful cock. He figured he was crazy and shook slightly as he tentatively opened his fists.

Chip grinned from ear to ear as he counted the number of fingers... there were a total of eight sticking up.

He drew eight cards as he chuckled, "Good job Cody. I was thinking of five, but you impressed me. Now we'll see how many swats you're going to get."

Cody moaned as Chip showed him one card after another. Unfortunately for Cody, there were four face cards in the mix. Chip totaled them up and said, "Well, looks like you'll be getting a total of 68 whacks with the ball paddle.

Chip wasted no time getting to work. He raised the paddle above Cody's bound balls and started paddling.

"WAPPPPP! WAAAAPPPP!!! WAPPPPPP!..... "

Pain shot through Cody's outstretched body. By the time Chip reached ten, he was screaming into his gag and yanking at his bonds.

Chip smiled as he kept whacking a way, "Don't worry Cody, I've read a lot about this... you'd be surprised how much punishment a guy's balls can handle without being damaged..."

Cody slipped into a daze. The pain was terrible. His senses started to go into overload with what Chip did when he reached 30. Cody felt some pressure on his cock. He tilted his head up and looked down.

Chip worked the tip of a small pair of scissors into one of the rubber bands and snipped it off. Cody's cock throbbed. Five whacks to his balls followed. Then Chip set the paddle down. He worked the scissors into another rubber band and prepared to snip. He grabbed the end of the string of beads and slowly pulled a bead out of Cody's tight ass at the same time he snipped the rubber band off.

Cody moaned really loud.

Chip continued his routine until the ball paddling was complete. He timed it perfectly. He snipped the final rubber band off and pulled the last bead out slowly. He was rewarded by another moan and whimpering.

Cody's eyes were filled with tears, his body was drenched in sweat and his cock was pulsating.

Chip moved up on the bed. He pulled the gag out, removed the jock from Cody's nose and said, "Well you did really well Slave boy, so I think you deserve a special reward."

He stood on the bed, straddled Cody's neck and knelt down so his groin was over Cody's face. He was facing Cody's feet, so he could stroke his cock.

Cody breathed in Chip's scent as he stared at his teenage manhood.

Chip waited a few moments then said, "Okay Slave Boy, there's your reward, so go to it."

Cody trembled some more as he stuck out his tongue and began licking Chip's balls. He couldn't believe how turned on he was... and being bound, spread eagled on the bed seemed to add to it.

He took his time washing Chip's balls with his tongue. By the time he started running his tongue up Chip's engorged shaft, both were panting and moaning.

Chip looked at Cody's monster cock. He wrapped his hand around and stroked it gently. Cody panted more and more.

Cody's manly scent of arousal and sweat filled Chip's nostrils. Another idea popped into his head. He leaned down and blew some air on Cody's cock head. Cody shivered and immediately took Chip's cock in his mouth.

Chip shivered too as he thought about what he was about to say. If he was right, it would drive the hot college quarterback wild. He turned his head, looked at Cody and said, "Okay Cody, I want to hear it one more time. From now on you WILL do whatever I tell you, no matter what! No matter how humiliating, painful or twisted... is that correct?"

Cody pulled off of Chip's cock and panted, "OH GOD YES Coach! I promise! I'll do whatever you say! No matter what!"

He wrapped his lips around Chip's cock and started sucking fast and hard.

He stared at Cody's throbbing cock. He poised his mouth above the quarterback's huge cock head and said, "That's good Slave Boy... guess I should let you in on my little secret... you were right about me being a freshman...cause I am..."

Cody sucked harder... he could hear what Chip was saying and it was turning him on. It was what Chip said next that really blew his mind.

Chip giggled, "Yep, I'm a freshman all right, but not a college freshman... I just started high school."

Chip lowered his head and pulled Cody's cock into his mouth. It took just a few seconds for it to hit Cody. And it hit hard! The realization that he was the sex and torture slave of a 15 year old high school student sent him right over the edge.

He sucked Chip's teenage cock like a madman as his mind raced. He saw him self naked on his knees in front of Chip's friends... or naked and bound... and being forced to doing really nasty things...

His balls began to churn as the inevitable happened. Chip felt the violent throbbing in Cody's cock. He locked his lips around Cody's cock, just below the head and waited as he thought, "Cody Dude, if you've never cum in a guy's mouth before, this should be a real thrill."

He was absolutely right. Cody went wild as he blasted load after load into Chip's mouth. It was an incredible sensation, like nothing he had experienced before. Girls who let him cum in their mouth were few and far between, and not nearly as exciting as this.

Chip swallowed as fast as he could, but allowed Cody's rich man seed to coat his tongue so he could he could taste it. It was thick, salty and sweet and pretty strong.

Chip had been trying to hold off as long as he could, but the taste of Cody's cum in his mouth was too much. He shook all over as every muscle in his body tensed. Cody felt it coming. Like Chip he wrapped his lips tightly around Chip's cock and waited.

Both moaned as Chip shot his own sizable load into the hungry college jock's mouth.

He had tasted his own cum before, but Chip's seemed better.

They remained locked on each others cocks, gently sucking the last drops out for several minutes as they caught their breaths.

Finally Chip sat up. He turned around, lay down on top of Cody, so they were "chest to chest" and "cock to cock." He looked into Cody's eyes and said, "Dude, I have to ask you... you're not pissed at me... you know for being in high school, are you?"

Cody thought for a moment then chuckled, "Well, I guess I'm sort of in shock... you being so young and all... you really do look older."

Chip laughed, "Yea, I get that a lot."

He was about to say something else when Cody continued, "But I guess I'm okay with it. It is sort of exciting... you know being your slave and having to do whatever you say... I've dreamt about this type of thing... we just need to be a little careful... cause I really don't want word to get out... you know about me..."

Chip could feel Cody's heart beating rapidly. His eyes twinkled as he smiled at Cody and said, "That's no problem. I'll be cool." He thought for a second then added, "But also cruel! Yea... Cool and cruel! That will be me, Slave Boy."

Cody felt his cock starting to harden all over again. Chip`s responded likewise.

Eventually Chip's senses started to return to normal. He remembered Mark's little contest and decided he probably needed to get moving. Reluctantly he climbed off of Cody and quickly untied him. Chip helped Cody put the room back the way it was, then they chuckled while Cody signed Chip's card.

Cody wrote down his cell phone number and gave it to Chip and then he entered Chip's info into his.

Chip decided to give Cody some orders for the next few days. He thought fast and rattled off a series of orders. Some were easy, and some pretty challenging. As scared as Cody was of some of them he was excited about the whole thing.

They sat and chatted about the orders for a little while and then Cody gave Chip some advice about what to do at the other fraternity houses. Both were pretty excited about the future. Neither could believe how lucky they were, the way things were turning out.

Meanwhile, at the fraternity house next door, Dennis was not having the same type of luck. He had lucked out at the first house he went to. This guy took him into the kitchen and let him jack off to earn his signature. This house was different. The problem was, unlike Chip, Dennis looked younger than his age. So when these two guys opened the door and saw Dennis standing there naked, they grabbed him, pulled him inside, slammed the door and started quizzing him about what had happened.

Dennis told them it was a fraternity thing and tried to give them his score card, but they brushed it aside. More brothers came into the entry way and looked at Dennis. They figured this was probably some sort of a prank thing that boys do... some of his friends had either dared him, or just done this to him.

They offered Dennis some clothes, but he refused.

Dennis sat there on a bench in the hallway, naked and boned and listened to them chatter between themselves. He got angrier by the minute as he heard them keep referring to him as a little kid or little dude. Someone made a comment about the fact, if this little kid was involved with the Gamma's they were asking for trouble, cause he was jail bait.

They yammered on for several minutes while Dennis sat there and read the "greeting" on the back of the score card. He really was pretty sharp, and "read a lot between the lines." He decided on a desperate course of action and just hoped he chose the right terms... it turned out he was close enough.

The yammering reached a crescendo as Dennis stood up on the bench. He stuck two fingers in his mouth and sent out an ear shattering whistle. As soon as everyone shut up, he snapped, "Okay, is there anyone here in charge?"

One guy stepped forward and said, "I'm the Sentinel."

Dennis had no idea what that meant, but it sounded impressive enough.

He glared at him and handed him his score card as he said, "Okay, yea I'm young, but not as young as I look."

That part was totally true.

He grabbed his hard cock and waved it around as he snickered, "Check it out, I'll bet mine is bigger than some of yours!"

Sadly for a couple guys, he was right about that.

"Anyway, the bottom line is this, this fucking fraternity has an agreement with the Gamma's... you can read the note on the card... so unless you plan to violate that agreement, I suggest you let me do what I came here to do, and let me get on with things."

Several brothers scrambled to read the card.

Dennis crossed his fingers as he watched them read it. Finally one of them looked up and asked, "Dude, you are obviously too young to actually be pledging, so what is it... you got a brother or cousin over there and doing some kind of honorary member thing or something?"

Dennis grabbed at it. He tried to sound as confident as possible, "Yea, something like that. I just saw my brother over at the house and I know he's sort of anxious to finish this all up. We're really close and do lots of stuff together."

If Dennis had really thought about what he had just said, he might have busted up. For the moment he was pretty pleased with himself.

He sensed some lingering hesitation on their part and once again his devilish instincts took over. He looked at them, shrugged and said, "Okay, look, if you need more time to decide if you are gonna honor this thing, I understand. I'll just go outside and sit on the front steps and wait."

He hopped off the bench and started towards the door.

The brothers talked amongst themselves quickly and decided. There was no way they wanted a naked 13 year old boy sitting on their front steps.

One of them grabbed Dennis's shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, just hold on, we'll sign your damn card and then you can go."

The devilish imp took over again. Dennis loved the feeling of power he had. He grinned at them and pouted, "No that would be cheating! I have to earn that signature like everyone else!"

The guys were getting frustrated, they started chattering again until one of them shouted and got them to quiet down. He looked at them and said, "Look you guys want to get rid of this damn kid? Well it seems there is only one way to do it."

He looked at Dennis and said sternly, "Okay you little fucker! You came here to jack off while we watched. So just go ahead and do it... if you can! Are you even shooting yet?"

Dennis's face turned beet red. He grabbed his cock and started stroking hard.

"Watch this!" he snapped. "You might want to stand back. Don't want you to get hurt!"

A couple of them were about to make a smart comment when they saw Dennis starting to stroke really fast and hard. As straight as they all were, there was something enticing about watching this hot young teenage boy stroking himself to orgasm.

It took awhile, but finally, all of a sudden, Dennis's muscles tightened. He howled, shook all over, and shot a nice solid shot of teen seed across the entry way, hitting his primary teaser on the arm.

Dennis looked at him and said, "Will you sign my card now, or do I have to do it again?"

The guy looked at Dennis standing there confident and defiant and chuckled, "That's okay, I'll sign it."

He signed the card and Dennis was off.

As he walked down the walkway, Dennis heard the tail end of the brothers' conversation...

"Dude, I can't believe you let him do that!"

"Yes, well, I figured it was the only way to get rid of that damn kid! He is one wild ass little dude... he's got guts though, I'll give him that... I just don't understand why the Gamma's ..."

He smiled as it suddenly came to him. He knew exactly how to deal with the remaining fraternities.

One of the things the brothers were right about, was the fact that Dennis was one wild crazy ass little dude. And the craziest thing was the fact that Dennis, had never really considered the fact, that, because of his age, he could have coerced the other fraternities into simply signing his card just to get him to leave... but no, he insisted on having to actually complete the task.

He did have some sense of honor, twisted perhaps, but still there. If there was one thing Dennis hated it was cheaters. It was sort of embarrassing to be naked and have to jack off in front of a bunch of guys, but he did get a kick out of making these frat guys nervous.

As he walked up the walkway towards the next house, he thought, "This is actually sort of fun."

Dennis was just about to knock when the door opened. His mouth dropped open when he saw the two figures standing in the open doorway. One was clearly a sweaty college jock dressed only in a pair of loose running shorts. He obviously didn't know him, but Dennis definitely knew the naked young guy standing beside him.

Chip saw the look on Dennis's face and giggled, "Surprised to see me?"

Dennis didn't know what to say. He knew that Chip was out doing the same thing he was, but hadn't expected to run into him.

Chip looked up at Cody and said, "Cody, I'd like you to meet Dennis... Dennis this is my new friend Cody. He'll take good care of you."

He saw the two signatures on Dennis's card, winked at Cody and snickered, "I got a feeling it may take him a while to cum again, so you just might have to punish him instead... maybe give him a good spanking... or even make him give blow jobs."

Dennis glared at Chip and snapped, "Fuck You Chip! You just wait till we get back to that house... cause I'm gonna win!"

Chip smiled at Dennis and said, "We'll see about that!"

He glanced at Cody, just before he headed down the walkway and said, "Remember, take GOOD care of him! And don't put up with any of his shit!"

Cody watched Chip run towards the next house on the street. He looked at Dennis and said as he led him inside, "Let me guess... you two are brothers?"

Dennis nodded and growled, "Yea!"

Cody chuckled as he closed the door behind them, "Well that would certainly explain the hostility!"

TO BE CONTINUED... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

CHAPTER EPILOGUE:

In Cody's Room, later that night...

Cody was laying on his bed watching a movie and thinking about the day's events. He still couldn't believe it had actually happened and that he was so excited by it. He thought about the final list of orders that Chip had given him and started getting worked up all over again.

His orders were: - Sleep naked every night. - Except for football, wear no underwear... ie. "Go commando!" - Do not jack off just before or just after practice or games like he had been doing. - Jack off outside, once every day, rain or shine! - Report to Chip with his webcam on every night.

He thought those weren't too bad, although the "no jacking" one, before and after football worried him, since he was pretty sure he would get hard in the locker room at some point.

But it was the "special order" for the next day that had him most concerned. Chip had told him he was to get Josh (his wide receiver) to stay after football for some extra passing practice. They were to stay until everyone was gone. Then he and Josh would hit the showers... and while in the shower, Cody would have to get fully boned and make sure that Josh noticed.

Josh had been his best friend for years and was in his fraternity. They had seen each other naked many times in the locker room and at the house, but neither had ever seen the other one with a hard on.

Cody was a little worried about doing it, and how Josh would react. Still there was something exciting about it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

COMING ATTRACTIONS:

The stage has now been set for a "BIG EVENT", during which many of the "Slave Deals" will come into play.

• Andy, Pete and Dennis will be "paying up." Chip just needs to decide where he wants to do most of it... At the torture house... Coach Taylor's Dungeon... or maybe at the Gamma house (if it could be arranged).

• Aaron, Justyn and Matt will be used by Mark in a nasty way.

• Coach Taylor, Casey, Chip and Dennis return to the Gamma house at the end of their contest. The loser will be dealt with severely.

• Mark will "complete" his initiation as an "honorary" fraternity member. It won't be pretty.

• The workings of "The Pit" and "Satan's Chamber" will be revealed.

• Coach Taylor, Chip and Steph will do their challenges!

• Chip and Mark plan to hold a "Gladiatorial" type event in the barn at the torture house. The participants will fight and/or compete against each other in various twisted ways and the losers will be tortured in front of the "spectators!"

• Cody will discover just how tough and inventive Chip can be when it comes to sexual torture and humiliation.

AND SO IT CONTINUES!

Thanks once again for all who have submitted suggestions, and especially stories about actual bondage and torture experiences. I had intended to introduce a "twisted" Fraternity angle for sometime, and finally decided to do it.

Please email any suggestions you might have for the "Gladiatorial" event... like who should go against whom? ... What the competitions should be? ... How the losers should be tortured? ... and so on. The initial list of "Gladiators" includes: Coach Taylor, Aaron, Cody, Casey, Matt, Logan, Justyn, Zack, Pete, and Andy. And possibly Steph and Dennis.

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