Brians Visit

Brian's visit - version 2.0.0 (June-August 2009) (NC-reluctant, auth, cum denial, humil, feet, extensive drug use, unsafe-sex)

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DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of FICTION - any similarity to actual people or events is entirely coincidental. It contains adult subject matter and should not be read by any minor, person who would find such material offensive, or if it is illegal in your area. If you meet these conditions, please delete this file from your computer. This work is not to be reproduced in any manner without prior approval from the author.

SPOILER ALERT: If you read the original version of this story, you might be interested in the changes I've made. If you'd like to read them, scroll to the end. If you'd rather be surprised, wait `til you're finished.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Brian's Visit" was my first story on Nifty, originally posted seven years ago. Though this version keeps the same plot and characters, I've made widespread corrections to grammar and text to make reading easier, such as fixing my bad habit of putting dialogue and narration in the same paragraph and my apparent inability to use contractions. Additionally, Brian's character has been fleshed out a bit and the last chapter contains new information revealing his motivation for the events chronicled in this story. If you were a fan of the original, don't worry, nothing fundamental to the design changed, but this one should be easier on the eyes.

Thanks for all your support!

CHAPTER SIX -- SUNDAY (JESSE'S BASEMENT PARTY)

Exhausted and fighting the haze of my hangover, and the pounding headache that came with it, I struggled to wake up, only to discover I was unclothed and lying outside on my deck. The sun was just beginning to cast its radiance over the treetops in the back yard. How had I ended up outside? How long had I been lying here? When I tried to rise, I found that my arms were bound firmly behind my back; my feet were separated and attached to the upright slats in the patio railing. I finally managed to shift positions and stretch as much as my bonds would allow, working out the stiffness in my sore muscles.

In my disoriented state, it took some time before I began to put together the pieces of the puzzle. For the first few moments, I forgot all about Brian, Tim, and the others, thinking instead that I'd been robbed last night and some intruder had done this. As I climbed back to consciousness, I smelled urine and assumed I'd pissed myself during the night. When a gentle morning breeze blew over my still dripping, jizz-soaked ass, it sent a chill through my whole body. I twisted my head backward and saw white, half-congealed cum coating my thighs.

Somehow, I knew it was leaking from my ass.

I began to remember...

My mind returned to Brian's test of control. He'd forced me masturbate for nearly two hours without release while enduring constant taunting and the threat of being left naked, tied to a tree, while they went to party elsewhere. I remembered Jesse, our connection for drugs, joining the other guys to further my humiliation. I'd tongued his feet and ass before sucking each guy until he was ready to fuck. Everyone had taken Viagra and the guys were primed to go all night. Then I must've passed out. I could almost remember the first round of fucking, taking each of the six guys, one after the other, while they broke in my ass. The memories grew cloudy after that, but I'm certain several of them fucked me again. I also dimly recalled more blowjobs and the crusty substance on my face seemed to provide confirmation. After that, I remembered nothing, certainly not being bound and left like a bag of garbage on the deck. My head still pounding, I lowered it to the deck and returned to sleep.

My second awakening was more intense. Being half asleep, I barely noticed the shadows moving over me. I awoke immediately, however, when the scalding hot piss of Jesse and Tim began raining down on me. I instinctively tried to shield my face, forgetting that my hands were tied behind my back. They laughed at my futile struggle and Jesse's stream struck me in the eyes. When I begged them to stop, Tim directed his spray into my open mouth. Their bladders drained, the pair returned to the house, leaving me to dry on the deck.

From the position of the sun, I judged it to be late morning, possibly going on noon. I detected voices inside the house and thought briefly about calling for them to untie me. I rapidly decided against it, knowing they'd release me only when they were ready.

Turning my attention to the voices in the house, I failed to understand much. As far as I could tell, my name had yet to be mentioned. Every now and then, the voices would go quiet before erupting in shrill, hysterical laughter. When Kevin congratulated Brian on breaking me in so "efficiently", I blushed despite the fact that I was alone. I heard bits and pieces of a conversation about some girl, but soon realized they were talking about me, referring to my ass as a "pussy". Continuing to eavesdrop, I heard Jesse ask the others about getting together at his place tonight; the guys seemed up for it. The voices then turned to indecipherable mumbling and I shuddered to think what they were planning.

Finally, I heard a full sentence I could clearly understand...

"Well guys," said the voice, which apparently belonged to Jesse. "It's been a blast but I need to get going. I've got a lot to do before tonight."

Brian's voice responded...

"You think you have enough time to pull it off?"

"Sure," Jesse answered. "I've got everything we need in the basement. We might not have as big an audience as we'd like, but we'll have enough to make it interesting. Your boy will like it..."

A chill ran down my exposed spine as I considered those words and listened to my front door open and close. Just as Jesse's car engine roared to life, Brian walked through the patio door and stepped onto the deck.

He silently untied my feet from the railing and I caught a glimpse of his face as he worked. His expression was difficult to read; he didn't look angry, happy, scheming or anything else in particular. Actually, he looked as though there wasn't even another human being present, like he was alone and untying an awning cable or something. Once my feet were free, he hoisted me upright and directed me into the living room with a mean slap on the ass. Rude applause erupted as I entered my home and was led down the hall to the bathroom.

Once there, I was certain he'd speak to me, maybe like yesterday morning. I needed a bit of the kindness he had shown then, perhaps another offer to end this ordeal. But he was acting different today and the change scared me. While I stood on aching legs over the bath mat, dripping remnants of piss and cum, he ran water in the tub. When it was full, he roughly spun me around and untied my wrists. Thankful as I was for this, I was becoming angry over this treatment. Once my arms were free, he directed me into the bathtub. As I sank into the soothing, soapy water, he left the room with only one instruction...

"Get cleaned up, Ricky. You smell like a goddamn pig!"

I sat in the comforting water for some time before picking up the soap and beginning to wash, thinking about all that had happened, becoming angrier every minute. If I smelled like a "goddamn pig" then he was the one responsible! All of these guys, Brian included, were guests in my home; I should be making the rules. Instead, they had me giving blowjobs, rubbing their feet, even letting them fuck me. What had begun as simple curiosity, two buddies messing around, had escalated into something dreadful. Not only was I turning into a fucking whore, but with every new humiliation, every new experience, I seemed to enjoy it more! This wasn't right! How could I have let this happen? After soaping my crotch, I reached behind to clean my ass. The dried layer of spooge caking the hair had barely softened and required a washcloth to dislodge!

Worse still, my erection returned. I hoped it was simply the remnants of the Viagra, but recalled hearing somewhere that it didn't last that long. Maybe it was just the fact that I hadn't had an orgasm in days. I did not want to be hard right now and tried to will it away, but nothing seemed to work. I could not allow Brian to come back and catch me with a hardon; he was acting far too unpredictable this morning. My only choice was to get off before he returned. I wrapped my hand around my soapy cock and started beating off with a vengeance, hoping against hope that I could cum before he returned. My balls began rising. I was within moments of blasting...

My earlier indecision, my hesitation, had cost me. Brian burst into the bathroom and hauled me to my feet.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he yelled. "I never told you to jerk off!"

That was the last straw. I'd tolerated this long enough. It had to end now. Opening my mouth, I began to shout back...

"This is my house, Brian! I'll do anything I want in my own home. I want everyone, including you...no, especially you, out of here now!"

The words sounded foolish and I knew it, lacking the confidence necessary to accomplish anything except piss him off. My knees were shaking with fear as I stood, dripping water and suds, with my stubbornly rigid cock jutting outward from my crotch. Anger was clearly building in his eyes and I knew he was about to explode. After grabbing my arm, he pulled me toward him ruthlessly.

"Listen up, Ricky! I gave you the chance to end this yesterday, but you begged me to let them stay, even though you knew what we were gonna do with you. Do you remember doing that?"

"Yes..."

"Do you remember me saying there'd be no turning back if you made that decision?"

"Yes..."

"A real man honors his obligations, the promises and commitments he makes. I guess you're not a much of a man, huh? You're still just a fucking boy with too much attitude and a lot to learn!"

After spinning me around quickly, he took a swing at my wet ass.

SMACK

My pulsating cock swung uncontrollably with nothing to hold it still, slinging soap and precum against the tile.

"Stop it!" I yelled. "Brian, this is fucking nuts..."

He ignored me and continued...

"No way, buddy. You need to be taught a lesson about following through with the promises you make! You'll be better off for it..."

SMACK... SMACK... SMACK...

The spanking stung like hell, especially since my ass was wet, but we both knew it was more for humiliation than for pain. With each swing, my denied cock throbbed more passionately, the pressure building inside me. Though I needed to cum, I didn't want it to happen while being spanked. The sound his hand made as it connected with my butt was echoed each time by the sound of my cock slapping my stomach. I became aware of the other guys in the hallway, peering in at us and encouraging Brian on every swing. I felt like crying, but fought back the tears, choosing to maintain what little dignity I had left.

Suddenly, the blows stopped and I was turned to face him. After pulling me from the tub, he pushed me onto the toilet and began rummaging through the cabinets over the sink, selecting my shaving kit from the shelf. Glaring down with the sternest look I'd ever seen him use, he spoke only a single word...

"Shave!"

While staring up nervously and listening to the amused chuckling coming from the hall, I dared to ask for clarification, clinging to the foolish hope that since I hadn't shaved since Friday, he just meant my face.

"I don't know what you mean," I stammered, "...shave what?"

Brian rolled his eyes and lowered his head, shaking it from side to side. His exasperation was unmistakable.

"You stupid whore," he said slowly. "Let me make this easy. Imagine you're wearing a pair of briefs; shave everything they would cover, including your ass, your balls, your pubes, and even the base of that dick you can't stop touching. We're gonna inspect you once you're done and you don't wanna fuck this up. Understand?"

"Yes," I answered, my voice resonating with defeat.

Just before he left, he added, "By the way, shave your face too. A boy shouldn't have facial hair..."

As Brian walked from the room, slamming the door behind him, I struggled with my emotions, curiously realizing I wasn't angry with him. Rather, I was disturbed by the lack of control I had over the events and pace of this weekend. Things were happening too fast. Though I'd enjoyed almost everything we'd done, I'd been given little time to psychologically absorb, to process, this latest information. My body was enjoying sexual activities that my psyche had yet to accept, that I hadn't been given permission to find pleasurable. With each new experience, my brain protested, but my body only responded with a thick, juicy erection.

Maybe that's what Kevin meant by "breaking me in", maybe he meant the process of forcing me beyond that mental obstacle.

I took a moment to decide what to do. I didn't want to shave, but I knew Brian's strength. Plus, he had four other guys with him. Being defiant could cost me dearly. I needed to comply with this command. He now had enough video footage of our escapades to blackmail me for the rest of my life. No, I needed to do as I was told and decide later if challenging him would be wise. Now was just not that time. After all, hair grows back, reputations don't.

After returning to the tub, I started to shave. Beginning with my balls, I waited for the warm water to smooth the wrinkled sack before stretching the skin and carefully removing the hair. I then pulled my spiking dick sideways and shaved along the shaft, inspecting myself carefully to make sure the strays were gone. Next, I tried to shave my ass, which turned out to be more difficult than I expected. Basically, I ran the razor over my ass blind, using my fingers to determine if the hair was gone and re-shaving the spots I'd missed, knowing I could check in the mirror before leaving the room.

Finally, it was time for my pubes; I was gonna miss these the most. Despite the fact that many adult film stars shave their pubes, I liked a bush. In my mind, a man was more of a man if his pubes were intact. They were far too thick to shave outright, so I retrieved a pair of scissors from under the sink and sheared off the bulk of the hair with them. When all that remained was stubble, I finished the job with the razor.

After shaving my face, I stood before the mirror and evaluated my efforts. As furious as Brian had been when he left, I certainly didn't want to face his rage over missing a spot. From what I could tell, not a solitary hair remained anywhere a pair of briefs would cover. My cock looked huge, hardly recognizable as my own, like I was looking at a stranger's dick. That thought alone made it pulse and swell, slowly arcing up, struggling against its own aching mass. It had been oscillating between rock-hard and half-hard since Friday evening and had deflated during my search for rogue hairs, but was now beginning to throb again. I was amazed, staring at my reflection with my mouth open as the head flared and my testicles rolled actively in the hairless sack. As if to inform me that it was ready to play, it belched a bead of silvery precum, the slippery fluid welling in the slit, my cock so absurdly stiff it was completely vertical, pressing tightly against my abdomen.

I touched it just as the door opened...

"Jesus Christ," Brian said as he smiled through the doorway. "Don't you ever get tired of playing with that thing? Come out here and let us check your work..."

Once in the living room, I was greeted by the familiar sound of derisive laughter coming from my "guests" at the sight of my shorn crotch and ass. While I stood in front of the couch, all five guys inspected the quality of my shave. They fingered my balls and bent my stiff cock in all directions, forcing precum to dribble everywhere. Afterward, they bent me over and spread my cheeks while inspecting my anus. I winced when I felt a single hair pulled out by the root. It seemed that I'd missed one; I was thankful it was just the one.

"You did a damn good job, Ricky!" Brian praised, clearly pleased with my work. "Have you ever done that before?"

"No, never..."

"Wow, I'm impressed. Do you like it?"

"It feels kinda weird..."

"You'll get used to it. Listen. Jesse is putting together a little party tonight and you're gonna be the guest of honor. Since you probably didn't sleep very well last night, go to the bedroom and take a nap. We'll come get you when it's time to wake up. I need to talk to the guys anyway."

I was exhausted and appreciated the opportunity for some rest, but I also felt the need to discuss what was happening with Brian. After working up my courage, I opened my mouth to speak...

"Can we go somewhere and talk?"

"What do we need to talk about?" he asked rather coldly.

"Everything," I answered.

"There's nothing to discuss until the weekend is over. I made that perfectly clear to you yesterday and you agreed to the terms."

The others began to chuckle.

"Yeah, but this is just too intense," I objected. "I can't keep acting like this..."

Brian must have expected this reaction. He picked up the DVD remote and pressed play. The screen came to life, displaying an image of Brian fucking my ass with me screaming wildly...

"FUCK YES! Please, I want you to cum inside my... Cum inside my... Shit! OK, I'll say it. Cum inside my pussy..."

He rewound and played it again, looking even more self-satisfied than the first time...

"FUCK YES! Please, I want you to cum inside my... Cum inside my... Shit! OK, I'll say it. Cum inside my pussy..."

Though I could not remember having said those words last night, the video evidence was incontrovertible. Not only had I said them, but I'd meant them as well. It would be impossible to pretend otherwise. With all chances of a last minute reprieve dissipating, I simply took a deep breath and attempted to appear calm, trying to hide how rattled I was on the inside.

"Tell you what," Brian began, "the deal you made was only for the weekend and I'm gonna make you see it through. But after that, you're in charge again. It's only for one more day. Of course, if you'd rather, I could send this video to your mom or maybe your boss. I'm sure they'd love to hear..."

He abruptly stopped speaking, allowing the video footage and my own words to finish his sentence...

"FUCK YES! Please, I want you to cum inside my... Cum inside my... Shit! OK, I'll say it. Cum inside my pussy..."

Brian grinned arrogantly and asked one more time...

"So, you gonna live up to your agreement or what?"

Christ almighty, what choice did I have? Until this weekend was over, he owned me...

"Alright," I agreed. "I'll do whatever you say through tomorrow."

I shifted my weight and something wet landed on my foot. Looking down, I realized that my cock had gone partially soft during this discussion and was now pouring out the gooey fluids that had collected in the tube during my intense erection. Kevin noticed and felt the need to comment...

"Damn, he's juicy this morning..."

"Lick that up, Ricky. It's nasty," commanded Brian.

"What?"

He took a menacing step toward me and began to shout...

"LICK THE JUICE OFF YOUR FOOT BEFORE I PUT MINE IN YOUR ASS!"

I jumped at his sudden rage and squatted on the floor, sticking my toes in my mouth and licking the precum from them. Regrettably, while doing this, even more fluid escaped my body and dripped onto the carpet. I decided to just lick that up as well, though the catcalls and mocking laughter made it difficult.

Brian was shaking his head and chuckling at the absurd sight.

"Alright pussyboy," he ordered. "Go take a nap. And don't even think about jerking off. Keep the door open so I can watch you..."

As I headed off to my bedroom, my emotions were conflicted. Though filled with dread about tonight, I was thankful there was only one more day of this and wondered if I'd enjoy whatever they had planned for this evening. Brian needn't have worried about me jerking off; I was asleep within minutes of reclining on my own familiar, comfortable bed...

Some time later, Brian shook me awake and sat on the bed beside me while I regained my bearings. I was still completely nude, but since I'd become so used to that by now, I thought nothing of it and made no attempt to cover myself.

"It's time to start getting ready for the party," he advised. "You know you're gonna get fucked again tonight, right?"

"Umm yeah," I stammered. "I kinda figured as much..."

"Well, you need to get ready. Remember what we did yesterday in the bathroom?"

"Yeah..."

"We need to do that again, cleanliness and all that. I can either do it for you or you can do it yourself. I'll leave that decision up to you."

"I think I can do it myself," I answered.

Actually, I couldn't believe he was giving me the choice and was glad to have some privacy, to be spared at least one indignity tonight. It would most likely be the only one.

"OK, finish waking up and go take care of business. By the way, I told the guys that I'm gay so I don't have to keep up the straight act..."

"Really, were they OK with it? I'm surprised they're still here..."

"It's already Sunday afternoon. Where they gonna go? Besides, they're curious about what Jesse's putting together for you tonight. We'll be waiting in the living room. Since we've still got some time, we can have a drink and smoke a bowl before we leave. I'll be driving, so I'll pass on the weed until we get there, but we can still relax a while before we go..."

As he left the room, I became somewhat nervous. I could hear the guys chatting in the living room, but once I realized they weren't talking about me for a change, I managed to relax. Darting across the hall to the bathroom, I shut the door behind me, not fully believing I was about to do this, but still glad to be doing it in private and by myself.

While allowing the water to reach a comfortable temperature, I searched for the enema bottle. Repeating the steps from yesterday, I was mortified to discover I was not as tight today; in fact, I barely felt the narrow tip as it disappeared inside. As the final step, I coated my ass with lube until it was slippery enough to insert two fingers with ease, which was more than sufficient to send my cock pulsing again. Though not unexpected, I was still curious about my body's reaction and wondered if I could force myself to cum this way. And, if I could, what did that say about me?

I instantly stopped, not wanting to answer that question. My body might be willing, but my mind just wasn't ready quite yet. I looked in the mirror, appalled by my missing pubes, and patiently waited for my cock to deflate. Since everyone knew what I was doing in here, the last thing I needed was to walk out with an erection. After it finally relaxed, I opened the door and walked down the hallway, cleaned and prepped, ready to begin another night as house slut.

With five guys present, limited seating, and no clear place for me to go, I decided to simply stand and wait to be acknowledged. All of them, with the exception of Brian, were dressed in the same clothes they had been wearing when I first met them. Since for the better part of the last thirty-six hours we'd all been naked, standing before them now, nude and ignored, while they were fully clothed only added to my discomfort.

Kevin stood while still talking to the others and walked to the kitchen, rummaging through my liquor and mixing two drinks at the bar. Returning to the living room, he handed one to me as he passed. I took it suspiciously, looking around at the others, who had similar drinks, and cautiously began to sip. The drink tasted fantastic and I was soon down to the watery, half-melted cubes at the bottom. Brian took my glass and prepared another, passing it to me without as much as a single word. Though I didn't trust them, these were unbelievable drinks, if not a bit strong. Already lightheaded after the first, I chalked it up to drinking liquor on an empty stomach and decided to slow down.

Three or four sips into the second drink, I was beginning to feel really intoxicated, a bizarre kind of intoxicated, immersed in my own thoughts, hardly paying attention to the others. I was also feeling a bit giddy, standing there with a goofy smile on my face, basking in a warm, relaxed happiness. It was about this time that Brian finally spoke to me...

"Finish your drink, Ricky..."

"Yesss Brian..." I slurred back at him.

Everyone in the room laughed at my response. Despite the fact that they were laughing at me, I began to chuckle as well, unable to shake my increasing joyfulness. After I quickly tossed back the rest of the drink, Brian took the glass from my hand and returned it to the kitchen. He glanced at the clock as he sat and re-joined their conversation.

I rapidly faded into a haze, a fog where time and my senses seemed out of whack. The conversation became a series of disjointed syllables strung together in space. I weaved back and forth on my feet, surprised I could still stand at all. For a brief moment, I felt as though I was on a roller coaster, moving up and down. The sensation made me nauseous but passed quickly. Once it did, the stupid, ridiculous smile returned to my face. I knew they had drugged me, but almost preferred it this way. Given time, I'd learn to enjoy what was about to happen without any substance abuse, but this was happening too fast. The artificial removal of my inhibitions would help, at least for tonight.

I chuckled to myself and my grin widened as I became lost in my own thoughts...

"Man, this is alright..." I mused silently. "Shit! Whatever they gave me, it feels pretty good. Goddamn, I'm fucked up! They're gonna do it one way or another. At least this way I might be able to enjoy it. The guy on that DVD sure is enjoying it. Wait, that's me! They're watching that fucking video from last night again. Damn, these guys love to watch themselves fuck..."

At some point, though I'm not sure of the precise moment it happened, I unintentionally began to speak my thoughts out loud, not realizing I was doing so...

"We did make a pretty hot movie, I gotta admit. Fuck me! Did I really do that last night? Shit, I really need to get fucked!!! Why is everybody looking at me all of sudden? And why are they laughing? I thought they wanted to watch this video. Wow, I must've really enjoyed having Brian's dick in me. Just hold it there for a second with the head in my ass. Goddamn!!! Brian, I love your fucking cock! FUCK! I love watching it slip in and out of my pussy..."

"Earth to Ricky..." said a simultaneously strange-sounding and familiar voice.

SLAP... SLAP... SLAP...

"It felt so good when you fucked me, Brian..." I moaned almost incoherently.

"I know it did, baby," the voice responded. "But you gotta pull it together..."

SLAP... SLAP... SLAP...

Struggling to force myself back to reality, I was startled to see Brian standing beside me, gently slapping my cheeks. When I saw his face, my mouth warped into the same foolish grin I'd worn earlier and I leaned forward into him, fully intending to kiss him on the lips. He held me at bay...

"Fuck!" he said in disbelief. "Ricky, you were talking some serious trash just now. It was kinda hot actually, but I can't let you black out again like that...it's not safe..."

I weakly rolled my head until it was somewhat upright and smiled back at him like only someone baked out of his mind can smile.

"Dude, he's rolling hard! Did he just try to kiss you?" Kevin asked as he returned with another round of drinks for the guys and a glass of lukewarm tap water for me.

"Yeah, I think he did," Brian answered.

"Go ahead and do it, dude. We already know you're gay. If you wanna kiss him, do it. I dare you," prompted Kevin.

Brian smiled at me mischievously.

"Do you wanna kiss me, Ricky?" he teased.

"Hell yesss," I answered sloppily while moving toward him again.

This time, Brian didn't push me away. When our lips touched, I closed my eyes and utterly melted. His wet, warm tongue snaked from his mouth and forced its way into mine, initiating an urgent response from my shaven crotch, my cock swelling to its full dimensions in mere seconds. Though the kiss didn't last long, by the time we separated there was a strand of goo more than a foot in length swinging from the tip of my erection.

"He liked it," Kevin pointed out, clearly stating the obvious.

"Enough of this shit!" interrupted Phillip, clearly less tolerant of this display of affection than Kevin. "I don't wanna sit here and watch the two of you make out. Shouldn't we be getting to the party?"

"No, not just yet," answered Brian. "He needs to get comfortable with the drugs in his system. If we stick him in the car right now, he'll just puke and that won't be fun for anybody. Besides, he needs to be able to talk once we get there or the other guys will know we dosed him. I'll just sit him down on the couch between me and Tim. Let him watch a little more of his movie..."

Two pair of hands gently moved me toward the couch and I sank into it, my eyes still glued to the television. My head lolled about on my unstable neck and my gaze latched onto Brian...

"Kiss me again..." I whispered.

The room erupted in riotous laughter. I looked around, smiling stupidly, not understanding what was so funny.

"Not right now, baby," Brian answered with an amused chuckle. "Try to stay awake and watch the video..."

Despite the near constant giggling from around the room, the images on the television soon drew my focus, the footage of the sloppy cunt getting plowed too intense to ignore. By now, I was only vaguely aware that I was the guy in the movie; I occasionally slipped so far from reality that I thought I was watching commercial porn. I looked up at Brian again and said...

"This is a hot fucking movie, man. Where'd you get it?"

The sound of laughter was deafening.

Once the chuckling in the room died down, my right hand inched toward my cock but Tim easily snatched it away. I responded by grabbing my drippy piece with my left hand but only managed to get in half a stroke before Brian pulled my arm back. I sat there, rolling wicked hard, baked out of my mind, watching myself get fucked in a homemade porno, my cock spiking from my hairless crotch, coating itself with slippery goo, while Brian and Tim held my hands still.

I don't know precisely how long we sat like this, but we watched parts of the movie I certainly didn't remember from last night. The bulky, veiny shaft of someone's cock pulled out of the slimy ass on display, it might have been Phillip's, and the camera straight away zoomed in. It was the most fascinating thing I'd ever witnessed. The gaping cavity now filled most of the television, briefly going blurry as the video camera tried to autofocus during the close up. I watched the ring of muscle convulse rapidly, cum running out in streams. Most of the jizz was off-white and runny, but from time to time a chunky curd would emerge and slide lazily out of frame. A finger came into the picture and swiped up a thick glob before disappearing again. I instinctively knew the spooge had found a home in my mouth. When the finger re-emerged, I realized in horror from the appearance of the slender digit and shape of the nail that it was mine.

A voice on the footage began to speak...

"That's it, faggot! Eat up that cum, lap it all up. You wanna grow up to be a good, strong pussyboy, don't cha?"

I didn't hear myself respond on the recording but knew the moaning was coming from me. Fuck! I was eating jizz out of my own ass! Another thick, slimy drop escaped the hole, only to be scooped up by the probing finger.

Turning my head, I looked at Brian. When he smiled at me, I tried to form words to speak but ended up just returning his smile. My prick was spiking hard and moving in time with my heartbeat. My hands attempted to grasp it again, but Brian and Tim were holding them too tightly. Without warning, the muscles deep inside my groin contracted aggressively, preparing to discharge. Concentrating on that feeling, I tried to intensify the spasms. I frantically needed to cum, more than at any other point this weekend. If I could just get some friction on something, I was certain I could ejaculate. Unfortunately, I was already losing the sensation. Even now, it was growing increasingly distant.

Finally finding my voice, I cried out...

"Shit, you goddamn motherfuckers, let me shoot! Please! Dammit guys, please let me CUM!!!!"

It was too late; the orgasm had been aborted and the pulses were already receding. The initial burst of juice that had entered my tube traveled slowly up the length of my prick, expanding the throbbing spike of flesh as it went, then exited the drippy slit. I watched as the bead of white spooge leisurely gathered weight, clinging to the rim of my cockhead before becoming too heavy and drizzling down the length of my shaft. It felt warm at first, but cooled rapidly as it gathered in my hairless lap, running tortuously out of sight and down the left side of my scrotum.

Brian stared at me with a curious mixture of amusement and power before speaking to the rest of the room...

"I think he's ready to party, guys. Kevin, if you and Tim can get him in the car, I'll get everything else we need..."

Before I could even process what was happening, I was being pulled from my home, half-carried by Kevin and Tim toward my car. After tossing me in the back seat, they climbed in beside me. Phillip opened the front passenger door and sat just as Brad approached the rear.

"Guys, it's too crowded in there," he noted. "He's gonna have to sit on somebody's lap."

"I'll volunteer for that..." answered Tim a bit more enthusiastically than I liked.

He hoisted my limp, naked body onto his lap and slid to the center of the seat in order to make room for Brad. The sudden, jarring movements had my cock slapping my thighs, coating them with slippery fluid. My overheated balls were already producing more when the trunk slammed shut. Brian climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.

He stuck his head between the two front seats and grinned back at the four of us, packed like sardines in the cramped space.

"Everyone comfy back there?" he laughed before gunning it out of my drive.

Though it wasn't a cold night, I was naked and my crotch was wet, so the change in temperature helped bring me down from my earlier, intense high. Tim was bouncing me gently on his knee, keeping my cock in constant motion as we drove along. I worried that I might be seen, but realized there wasn't very much traffic; in fact, the roads seemed deserted.

Suddenly, my right foot was in the air, the ankle hooked over the headrest of the front passenger's seat. Kevin quickly did the same to my left, anchoring that foot on the far side of the driver's seat, while Tim slid my torso down his lap, holding my head under his sweaty armpit. I struggled momentarily but knew it was a waste of time. Once I calmed down, Tim barked at me...

"Entertain us, bitch!"

Though I was unsure what he expected of me, I couldn't easily ask with my mouth in his smelly armpit. In an attempt to respond, I inhaled deeply and felt my cock swell in response to the scent. Tim placed my right hand at my asshole, while Kevin securely gripped my left. Before I knew it, I had two fingers up my cunt, brutally punching into my hole while writhing in Tim's lap, my long, slim toes curling and flexing around the headrests from the intense pleasure. After every three or four finger thrusts, the muscles in my groin would involuntarily contract, sending waves of bliss through my entire body and pulses of precum up my shaft. Tim removed his shirt in order to force my face deeper into the dark recesses of his dank armpit, to the point where I actually had the wiry hairs in my mouth.

"Dude, he's fucking out of it!" Kevin yelled. "Brian, did you bring the camera?"

"Yeah, but it's in the trunk though..."

"You need to stop the car and get it, man. Let Phillip film this shit!"

The car pulled over; I felt the movement but didn't care. By now, I was in a world of my own and all I wanted was to keep going, nothing else mattered. Though I was only partially aware of anything but my ass, once we began to move again, it was obvious I was being filmed - again.

"Yeah, that's it! Fuck yourself, bitch!" encouraged Tim. "Get that pussy all warmed up for us. I hate a cold cunt, man..."

"Stretch that twat good, faggot!" added Kevin. "You wanna be able to enjoy all the cock that's gonna get shoved up there tonight..."

The incredibly lewd commentary continued non stop as I fingered my ass and lapped at Tim's pungent armpits. When I added my ring finger with no prompting, bringing the total to three, arching my back to force them to the knuckles, the guys roared their approval. The tempo of my plunges increased considerably once my fingers found my prostate and summarily sent me spiraling toward orgasm. If possible, my joy-button, as Brian had referred to it once on our video, was more responsive than the head of my dick; I was positive I could rub one out just by pressing it repeatedly. If I lost my jizz, Brian would be dangerously pissed, but I didn't give a shit right now. In fact, even if keeping him satisfied had entered my mind, I couldn't have stopped, not on my own. Since he was focused on driving the car, I might have a chance to sneak this one past the other four guys. They didn't appear to recognize how close to orgasm I'd pushed my system. My hairless nuts were clinging to the bottom of my cock, nearly inside my body, compactly pushing against the stalk, a visible indication that I'd entered the home stretch.

I considered how embarrassing this camera footage would be, possibly the most humiliating thus far, with me fingering myself to an explosive, hands-free orgasm while my nose and mouth rutted around in Tim's sticky armpit.

KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...

I considered the enormous mess I was about to make in my car; how good it was going to feel to unload the wad that had been building all weekend, spewing my fuck everywhere...

KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...

I considered that weird, distracting knocking sound. I heard laughter as well but just assumed the guys were amused by my slutty exhibition. Too close to orgasm to stop now, I thrust my fingers inside harder and faster, continuing my urgent crescendo toward nearly inevitable release.

KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...

Wondering what the fuck was making that damn noise, I reluctantly paused for a moment, realizing for the first time that we were no longer moving. Tim allowed my head to slip free of his armpit and I noticed Jesse standing outside the rear door of the car, peering in through the window, his knuckles poised near the glass.

KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...

Now that Jesse's tapping finally had my attention, he motioned for Brad to roll down the window. Our drug dealer was grinning from ear to ear.

"Enjoying that pussy, aren't you boy?" he asked smugly, quickly adding, "Get those fingers outta your cunt before you shoot, bitch..."

The sudden shock of seeing Jesse had disrupted my focus and my acutely desired orgasm had been thwarted once again, denied precisely when I needed it most. As my fingers slipped from the well-stretched, lubricated hole, Phillip used the camera's zoom feature to record the last few frames of my humiliation before we exited the car.

As I was escorted up the long driveway, I noticed how far away we'd been forced to park. There were cars everywhere, lining the street, the drive, even resting on the lawn! When I thought about how many people might be inside the house, I panicked and started to struggle, the effort short-lived and hopeless. Tim and Kevin, though surprised by my impulsive display of resistance, promptly tightened their grip on my arms and half-dragged me the rest of the way. Brian, watching from the rear, called for us to stop on the porch. Moving behind me, he firmly grasped the back of my head and lifted my face to his...

"That better be the last time you resist us, Ricky! Listen carefully, you're gonna walk willingly into this house and do everything you're told..."

He chuckled to himself as if he'd just thought of something new...

"What choice do you have, really? I've got your keys. You're naked with a drippy boner that just won't quit. You don't know the way back to your house since you were so busy playing with your ass on the drive over here. And, to top it all off, I've got enough video footage of you to start my own website!"

My eyes widened at the horror, and brutal truth, of his words. Brian noticed the reaction...

"Yeah, there's a market out there for video of a hungry, sloppy boypussy taking load after load of spooge up his hole. After tonight, I won't force you to do anything you don't wanna do, but for now you belong to me. Got it?"

He shook my head aggressively for emphasis.

"Yes," I answered apprehensively, wincing at the discomfort of my hair being pulled.

"Yes what?" he yelled. "And speak up so I can hear you!"

"I'll do whatever you want," I begged. "Don't show that video to anyone. Please, I'll do anything..."

"You'll do it willingly and without any attitude?"

"Yeah, anything you want..."

He eyed me suspiciously, as if trying to determine if I was finally beat down enough to cooperate, his tense face softening before he spoke again...

"Good, you won't regret it. Trust me..."

He held the words "trust me" longer than the others, dragging them out and reveling in the irony of how impossible that would be. Yet, it was necessary if I was to get through this night. Brian was my only link to my prior existence, the bridge connecting the slut standing on a drug dealer's porch, naked with an erection, to the ordinary computer support technician I'd been just a few days earlier. He looked me deep in the eyes, already fucking me with them, before looking to Jesse...

"Show him to the party, dude!"

After releasing my head, he bent to pick up the camera supplies while Jesse led me toward the door. We heard Brian speak again...

"One more thing, faggot..."

Jesse stopped abruptly and spun me around to face Brian.

"...your fucking face smells like pit stank!"

Those close enough to hear laughed riotously at the cruel observation. Jesse escorted me through the front door, immediately veered to the right, and led me down a flight of narrow wooden steps.

The basement gradually came into view as we made our descent. Large but otherwise unremarkable, there were worn pieces of mismatched furniture scattered throughout, the kind of sofas and chairs that college students buy at secondhand stores for their dorm rooms. Numerous sizeable, unpainted, load-bearing support beams connected the exposed concrete floor to the ceiling. A bulky, older model television resided in one corner with an air hockey table in another. The room was filled with smoke, a mixture of weed and cigarettes, and as I peered through the cloud, I determined there were fifteen to twenty guys present. Some sat on the furniture, passing joints between them, some clustered around the air hockey table, watching a match in progress, and another group gazed mindlessly at the television. The stale, motionless air was incredibly hot and I imagined I was descending into hell. Initially, I thought it only "felt" warm since I'd been outside, but swiftly realized it was just fucking hot in here. Almost at once, my pits began to moisten from the oppressive heat. Though I didn't want to make a nude entrance in front of so many people, my only real choice was to continue walking. At least the movement and my growing anxiety had blunted the effects of the drugs and my hardon was gradually abating.

Surprisingly, not many of them looked our way. Those who did take notice stared at us through distant eyes, not seeming to grasp or even care that I was naked. The whole scene reminded me of the opium dens depicted in movies, crowds of people, fucked out of their minds, strangers all. Though my heart felt like it was about to fly from my chest, luckily my cock was soft when my uncovered feet made contact with the cement floor and I was ushered into the room.

Jesse led me to a sofa and sat me next to two rough looking guys who were finishing up a bowl and downing beer from a tapped keg in the corner. As Kevin and Brian brought down the camera equipment, the guy sitting next to me held out the still smoldering bong, asking if I wanted to "hit this". I looked at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend his casual reaction to a naked stranger sitting next to him. I hesitantly took the pipe before the embers went out and took a hit, handing it back to him afterwards.

"So you must be the pledge Jesse was telling us about," inquired the stranger.

Confused by his statement, I didn't respond right away, but my lung full of smoke gave me adequate cover for the pause. I looked toward Jesse for some guidance and saw him mouth the words "play along". Since this ruse, pretending to be pledging a frat, was much less embarrassing than the truth, I chose to participate willingly. Exhaling my smoke slowly, I responded...

"Yeah, that would be me."

"What frat you trying to get into, dude?"

Shit! I hadn't considered having to elaborate on this deception. By lucky chance, a satisfactory answer popped into my head.

"I'm not allowed to say," I lied. "The university admin doesn't approve of this kind of rushing anymore. They come down pretty hard on the houses that continue to use it..."

He eyed me curiously but appeared to buy it.

"Well, anyway..." he continued. "I see they already got your pubes."

My eyes followed his downward, all the way to my hairless lap. I found myself profoundly thankful for this newfound cover story; anything was better than the truth.

"They did that this morning. I guess it looks pretty weird, huh?"

"Yeah, whatever..." came the apathetic response.

He turned his head and dropped the subject, leaving me in uncomfortable silence. Jesse was helping Brian set up the video equipment, hooking up the camera to the television, no doubt so I could monitor what was about to come.

I decided to re-initiate conversation with my neighbor in an attempt to help ease my tension...

"So, how do you know Jesse?"

"I buy pot from him. Most of us do. He called me up today and said he was throwing a party for his best customers. Said he'd supply plenty of beer and weed as long as we help initiate some pledge from the college or some such shit. Anyway, I wasn't about to turn down a free buzz..."

His voice trailed off as if he was having trouble focusing and I couldn't help but wonder how long they'd been down here smoking. His story explained why no one seemed surprised to see a naked guy with no pubes join the party.

"I need more beer," he abruptly stated. Then, looking up toward Jesse, he added, "Hey Jess, is the pledge allowed to drink?"

"Sure, we're not quite ready to start yet anyway."

"Come on then," the guy said to me. "Let's get you a beer..."

I didn't really want to be walking around the basement naked, but stood anyway, following my new "buddy" to the keg, and waited as he lifted a large, plastic cup from the stack and expertly filled it. As he passed the cup to me, his eyes stopped at my crotch.

"Dude, your dick is all drippy. What's that about?" he asked casually as he refilled his own over-sized cup.

"Well, my initiation has actually been going on since Friday. I haven't been allowed to cum since then..."

"So?" he responded suspiciously. "I've gone up to a whole week before without unloading and mine never gets like that."

My anxiety level began to rise again, resulting in sentences that were spoken in a broken, halting manner.

"They've...well, they've...I mean, Jesse and the guys I came with, they've been keeping me...excited. I guess it's just starting to build up..."

He raised a single eyebrow and smiled curiously.

"A bunch of guys have been keeping you excited?"

"Well, they've also been keeping me high," I tried to explain. "And I've had to watch a bunch of porn. Plus, Jesse made me take a Viagra..."

"Dude, being high would make it harder to stay excited, unless you were just really into it. The porn and Viagra might make you bone up, but shit, you got like six inches of precum hanging off your cock. How do you explain that?"

At this point, I wanted to crawl under a rock. This guy just would not stop talking about my dick and the attention was having an undesirable effect. Blood was rushing to the organ, filling the inner chambers, initiating the slow but steady swelling of the veins and the production of additional juice, adding to what was already hanging from the tip. The entire length of my flaccid cock increased notably, quickly becoming wider as well. Then, the unstoppable rise began, the head bobbing up and down, higher and higher with each rapid beat of my heart, pulling the strand of prefuck up along with it. The guy was watching my dick intently, noticeably curious and making no secret of it. I wanted to explain, but my voice got stuck in my throat. My piss-slit opened and belched another bead of precum. The strand stretched under the additional weight to a length of nearly a foot as my expanding cock pulled it upward. The shaft was almost vertical now, and the swinging strand bumped into the pulsing cylinder of flesh, clinging to it once it made contact, much colder than the extreme warmth coming off my dick. My ass muscles contracted involuntarily as my body pushed the last bit of blood into my cock. It was full now, as engorged and angry as it would get, painfully throbbing and leaking as it searched for something, anything, to get it off.

"Dude, that looks painful," he whispered, thankfully not drawing the attention of anyone nearby.

"It kinda is," I answered honestly, my voice cracking as I spoke. "And it's really embarrassing. I need to cum..."

"Do you think they'll let you?"

"Not until they're finished with me. They've had me close so many times this weekend, but each time they find a way to keep me from shooting. I'm about to go crazy..."

My voice trailed off as he continued to stare at my bloated, hungry dick with an expression that was hard to read, part curiosity, part pity, and part disgust. Just then, Jesse's voice cut through my tension when he called to my beer buddy...

"Hey Kyle, get the pledge back over here. We're ready to get started."

Kyle, whose name I'd just now learned from Jesse, led both me and my hard cock to the center of the basement while the other guys loosely assembled around us to find out what was going to happen. I caught a glimpse of Brian, who was still standing near the camera equipment, and heard him yell loudly...

"Shit Kyle, looks like the pledge has a thing for you!"

"Shut the fuck up, asswipe!," Kyle shouted back before taking an uneasy step away from me and my rock hard, leaky hose.

It was odd to hear someone talk to Brian that way; odd, and a bit scary. Brian had gotten me into this, but clearly, he wasn't in complete control. No, he'd passed those reins to Jesse...

This was his show now.

"Alright guys, listen up!" Jesse began. "As I told you before, I asked you here to help me initiate this guy..."

He paused for moment and turned his head to me.

"Dude, what was your name again?"

"Ricky..."

"Ah yeah, that's right," Jesse continued, really hamming it up for this performance. "Ricky is pledging one of the local frats. Since the university banned hazing, this particular house started `outsourcing' the process and I've agreed to conduct the tests for them. In exchange for your help, I put together this party. I've got more beer on tap than you thirsty motherfuckers can drink and help yourself to all the green you wanna smoke. Just don't leave here with anything you didn't pay for. Now, I gotta be honest. Some of the things they want me to do are a little weird, but I didn't make the rules. Nobody here has to do anything they don't want to, but if you don't wanna help, you should go ahead and leave now..."

He stopped speaking for a moment, the pause dramatic, and waited to see if anyone would bail. No one did. Satisfied with this response, he continued to explain just what this process would entail...

"In order to prove that the pledge makes it through his tests, I need to use a video camera. We'll do our best not to show your faces, but don't use your names unless you don't mind that they're on the audio. Does everybody understand?"

A chorus of muffled affirmations erupted from the group as the tension and anticipation in the room quickly escalated, the guys increasingly curious about what was about to unfold.

"Good, then let's get started," Jesse said. "Brian, is the camera running?"

"We're live, dude..."

"Great! The frat sent these four envelopes containing Ricky's directions. They're labeled TEST ONE, TEST TWO, TEST THREE, and DISQUALIFIED. I was told to give the first envelope to him and have him read the instructions out loud..."

Jesse was going all out for this fraud, even putting bogus instructions into envelopes and claiming they were from some unidentified frat. I wondered how many of these guys were actually buying his story. He handed the first envelope to me and ordered me to open it.

Inside was a single, folded sheet of paper with the following instructions...

"READ THIS PART SILENTLY, PUSSYBOY!"

Obeying this order, I quietly read the next paragraph...

"The only way we could get these guys to help tonight was to scam them with this stupid frat story. You'd better play along or Brian and I will have a field day with your ass later on. We suspect you'll enjoy these tests anyway. NOW READ THIS PART OUT LOUD!"

After clearing my throat and trying to find my voice, I began to read the rest of the message to the group...

"PLEDGE TEST ONE: Pledge must remove all clothing..."

Someone interrupted before I could complete the sentence...

"That part's already done!"

"Shut up, David! Let him finish," growled Jesse.

"Hey, you said no names!"

Jesse glared menacingly at him until he fell silent...

"Please continue, Ricky..."

I began again...

"PLEDGE TEST ONE: Pledge must remove all clothing and then find no fewer than ten volunteers for the first portion of the initiation. Pledge will kneel at the bare feet of his volunteers and sniff each foot for three minutes. This equals six minutes per volunteer, one hour for all ten pair. The pledge may AT NO TIME touch any of the feet or his cock. If this regulation is breached, move immediately to the envelope labeled DISQUALIFIED. After each volunteer, the pledge will stand and be assigned a score as follows...

SCORING FOR TEST ONE:

00 points if the pledge's cock remains soft and free of any moisture. 05 points if the pledge's cock becomes erect while remaining free of moisture. 10 points if the pledge's cock becomes erect AND moist. 21 points if the pledge cums during this activity.

Although a total score of ZERO is preferred for admission, the MAXIMUM allowable score to continue to test two is TWENTY points. Should the pledge exceed the maximum allowable points, discontinue this test and move immediately to the envelope labeled DISQUALIFIED."

By the time I had finished reading, my voice was trembling and my knees were beginning to shake. As I looked around the room, I detected a variety of reactions from the guys staring back at me. Some of them appeared to be amused while others looked curious and intrigued, but most just looked plain disgusted. Kevin, Phillip, Brad, and Tim were standing in the rear of the room, smiling wickedly and fully aware of how difficult this would be for me.

Kyle, the pleasant guy I'd met earlier, interrupted the awkward silence with a legitimate question...

"Jesse, he's already hard and wet. He said you guys have been working on him all weekend. That don't seem fair to me. Seems like, you know, if we're gonna score him, he oughtta be soft and dried off before we get started..."

Jesse rolled his eyes impatiently but Kyle refused to drop his objection.

"It just don't seem right, dude!" he repeated emphatically, looking around the room for support from the others. "You gotta give him a fighting chance to score a zero!"

Though it clearly irritated Jesse, several other guys held the same opinion as Kyle and mumbled their agreement.

"All right, Goddamnit!" Jesse snapped. "Brian, will you take Ricky to the bathroom. Don't let him come back out until his cock is soft and make sure the fucker isn't leaking, either. We'll pick the volunteers while you're gone."

Seconds later, I was being escorted into a small, dirty half-bath off the far end of the basement, listening to Brian mutter, "Jesus Christ, I've always hated that guy..."

Once in the bathroom, he started barking orders...

"OK, make that shit of yours go down!"

"I can't, Brian! I need to cum!"

"Not this shit again!"

While staring into my eyes, he reached between my legs and squeezed my balls, causing me to wince in pain.

"This'll make it go down, right?" he asked. When I didn't answer, he shouted, "RIGHT?"

"Yeah...God, please let go. Please..."

"Can you get it soft if I let go?"

"Yes! Please, I can do it. I'll put some cold water on it or something."

He released my scrotum suddenly and I staggered backward, my cock already beginning to droop. Recovering swiftly, I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water over my dick until it fully wilted. Once positive it was as soft as it was going to get, I snatched a hand towel from the rack and dried meticulously, making certain to milk the flaccid tube several times to empty it of precum.

While I worked, Brian continued to talk...

"Yeah, that Kyle must've taken a shine to you or something. I didn't hear anyone else standing up for you like that. Of course, he doesn't know you like we do; he doesn't know you're just a cock-slurping, cum-hungry fag whose about to have the time of his life. Goddamnit! Aren't you done yet?"

When Brian used the insult "fag" to describe me, my head at once popped up to look at him and I didn't hear a single word he spoke after that.

"Why do you keep calling me that? I thought you hated that word." I lowered my voice to a whisper before continuing, adding, "Besides, you're gay yourself. Why do you say things like that?"

Brian's features softened a bit and for a brief moment, I was no longer afraid of him. When he answered, I could tell I was speaking to my old college roommate again, not the monster he'd been since his arrival.

"You told me the name calling turned you on..."

"I never said that!"

"Sure you did. It was yesterday morning, out on the deck. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah..." I slowly answered as I recalled that part of our chat. So much had happened since then that I'd forgotten all about it.

Brian rolled his eyes and started to chuckle.

"This is too funny. Earlier today, when I told the guys about me, they offered to pull back on the language for the rest of weekend but I told `em not to change a thing. If you really don't like being called a faggot, you're gonna hate the rest of this evening."

He paused for a moment before asking...

"But admit it, Ricky. You do kinda like it, don't you? Having guys talk to you like that gets you hot, doesn't it?"

I stared down at my feet while answering nervously.

"A little...is that weird?"

"Not for a bottom..."

I sighed in desperation at his cavalier response.

"Just please don't let anybody hit me. Call me whatever you want, but I don't want this to get out of control."

Brian lifted my chin gently so that I was looking into his eyes. His tone was more gentle, more tender and reassuring, than I'd ever heard him use with me at any point since we'd known each other.

"I like you too much to let you get hurt. Anybody out there who decides to beat up the little gay guy will have to go through the big gay guy first, not to mention the four others who brought him here."

"You promise..."

"I promise."

After taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I said, "OK, I think I'm ready now."

"Good! Let's get back out there so you can fail this test!"

"I might surprise you," I offered optimistically.

Brian shook his head.

"Dude, you don't have a prayer..."

Brian opened the door and slapped me gently on the ass as I passed into basement proper. My ten volunteers were already selected, the first three of which were sitting on the couch positioned near the television. To my surprise, Kyle was among them, sitting on the far right, sharing a reloaded bong with the other two. Brian instructed me to kneel by the guy on the left, who was already removing his sneakers and socks. I hastily looked up and away, not wanting to bone up this quickly. I was entirely aware that I'd never make it through an hour of foot-sniffing without being at least hard and wet. Shit, I'd be lucky not to cum! Still, I intended to try.

Jesse approached carrying an egg timer as Brian moved toward the camera. I was given directions to work from left to right, switching feet whenever I heard the buzzer. We were all set. Jesse prepared the timer and said...

"Ready, get set...GO!"

Straight away, my nose was within inches of the first stranger's foot. Curiously, I considered myself lucky that they didn't smell bad. The socks he'd taken off were obviously clean; they even left behind the faint scent of fabric softener on his skin. Yet, when I saw his long, slender, perfectly-formed toes and the small tufts of hair sprouting from them, I knew I was about to go hard. I closed my eyes and concentrated on preventing an erection, all while breathing deeply from his feet. When I realized the coarse concrete was hurting my knees, it gave me an idea. I ground my right knee into the potholed, textured cement, resulting in my cock returning to its fully soft state. If I could keep this up and not think too much about what I was doing, I predicted I'd get through at least the first couple of guys without incident.

BUZZZZZZZZ

Switching feet rapidly, I was pleased by how fast the first three minutes seemed to pass. I'd found a system: don't think about feet, keep my knee in the concrete, my eyes shut, and my dick might just stay soft, at least until I got to Kyle. Shit! I couldn't allow myself to think about Kyle. Needing something to occupy my mind, I silently began to recite the alphabet -- A-B-C-D-E-F-G...

BUZZZZZZZZ

Jesse hoisted me off the floor and moved in close to determine my score, his face screwing into a curious expression when he found that my dick was still soft, without a single drop of moisture to be found. He announced the results to the group...

"Total score: zero..."

"Way to go, man!" yelled Kyle from the other end of the sofa. "I knew you could do it. Hang in there!"

His encouragement nearly caused me go hard. Glancing at Brian, I detected the seething anger behind his eyes. I knew the object of his hatred wasn't me. Rather, it was Kyle. Brian looked as though he'd kill him if given half a chance.

It was time for the second volunteer...

"Round two - GO!"

The guy in the middle of the couch was only wearing a pair of shower shoes and he kicked those off before my test began. For some reason, his feet did not seem that attractive. I found this curious and took a moment to think about it as I sniffed them. I realized that just because I harbored a foot fetish didn't mean I'd find every man's foot sexually arousing and continued with that thought until the first buzzer went off. My cock was still fully soft. I'd lucked out, finding a guy whose feet didn't turn me on. As I inhaled deeply from them, for the first time, my confidence was rising instead of my dick. When the buzzer sounded, Brian and Jesse were even more perplexed.

"Total score: still zero," announced Jesse.

Kyle responded enthusiastically...

"That's right, Ricky!" he yelled. "You show those punks back at the frat that they can't screw with you. You're not gonna throw a fucking bone over a room full of bare feet!"

Fuck! I really wished he hadn't said that! My mind began to race and my cock plumped slightly, knowing his feet were next. Jesse and Brian saw my face fall. They had time on their side. It was inevitable. All the guys I had met before tonight knew it too. I looked for them in the crowd. Kevin, Brad, Tim, and Phillip were leaning against the far wall, away from the action, knowing I'd lose it soon enough, knowing my cock would surge sooner or later, knowing, among other things, that I was a fucking foot-pig. No amount of self-control could change that fact.

Just then, Kyle stood and began to walk away.

"Where you going?" demanded Jesse.

"I need more beer," he answered. "Somebody else can take my place. Chill dude, I'll get back in line..."

Jesse nearly exploded with aggravation.

"Fine!" he shouted angrily. "You, you're next..."

Some guy I'd not paid any attention to until now approached to take Kyle's spot on the sofa. I looked down and panicked. He was wearing two exceptionally worn, tattered, black and white cross-trainers. Even at this distance, with me still standing, I knew they were going to smell powerful. Jesse twisted the timer's dial while waiting for the guy to remove his sneaks and socks.

"Go!"

My cock was already on the rise before the first breath, simply from the anticipation of getting to smell them. I was doomed. This dude's feet were as pungent as Tim's and at least a size larger. His big toe was large and perfect, broad and angular, with a small amount of sock fuzz still stuck between it and its neighbor. I quickly shut my eyes and tried to will away my coming erection. I was beginning to make headway when the first buzzer sounded. As I switched feet, I found that even the rough cement wasn't helping anymore. My prick was unquestionably filling out. Though still not fully hard, it was longer, more bulky than when I'm totally soft.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

"Stand up," Jesse demanded. "Let me score you..."

Once on my feet, some discussion ensued as to whether I should still be allowed a zero score, with Jesse insisting I should be required to take a five, and Kyle, who'd returned with his beer, disagreeing strongly.

"He ain't hard, man," Kyle argued. "The rules clearly say that he only gets a five if he's hard..."

"Are you blind, dude?" answered an increasingly angry Jesse. "Look at it. It's definitely getting hard. He gets a five."

"Jesse, we ALL saw him standing here hard when we started. We fucking know what it looks like when it's hard, and that ain't it! He gets a zero!"

For a brief moment, I actually thought a fight was about to break out. Instead, Jesse simply shrugged his shoulders, knowing I couldn't resist all night, and announced the results...

"Total score: remains at zero..."

While flashing a wicked, bone-chilling smirk in my direction, Jesse added...

"Tim, stop hiding in the back and go get the pledge a drink."

I was in serious trouble now. It was unlikely they'd give me simple alcohol. I instantly recalled how foolish, not to mention slutty, I'd acted earlier tonight before we left the house. Only the drive over here, coupled with my nerves, had brought me down from that intense high.

Kyle lifted his beverage in my direction and smiled at me, almost like a supportive brother, and said, "Hang tough, man. I know you can do it!"

I grinned back weakly, wishing he'd stop placing so much faith in me since this wasn't going to end well. With a new group of volunteers moving toward the sofa, Kyle took a seat in the middle. My dick was already stirring; I was about to disappoint him in a major way.

Tim returned with my drink and Jesse began a chorus of "Chug-Chug-Chug" which was soon taken up by every one in the room, including Kyle. I did the only thing I could; I tipped the plastic cup back and drained it completely. The beverage tasted odd, which I'd expected, and I was feeling the effects of this new dose before my knees even touched the rough concrete floor.

To make matters worse, the timer couldn't start until the fourth guy took off his sneakers and socks. He was wearing a ratty pair of white high-tops and his socks were gray. He was also taking a dreadfully long time to remove them. As he extracted his foot from the first sneaker, I saw how damp his gray sock had become while imprisoned within the shoe. My cock began to respond at once. He slowly, almost teasingly, pulled the clammy cloth from his foot and wiggled his long toes, providing me with a whiff of sweaty foot-flesh before the timer even started. By the time the second foot was bare, the new dose of chemicals was already flooding my brain and I was full on the bone, rolling so hard I very nearly missed Jesse yell...

"GO!!!"

It was obvious that I was going to lose this fight. No matter how hard I concentrated, my newly awakened cock wasn't about to shrink again, not with a sweaty, intensely smelly foot inches from my nose. Every whiff caused it to pulse more wildly; I knew that in a matter of minutes I'd be leaking again.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

While switching feet, I decided to just keep my eyes closed and try not to get drippy until AFTER sniffing Kyle. Already feeling light-headed, I focused on that sensation while running out the timer on this guy's foot. If I could just keep it from dripping, just keep it from dripping...

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

"Stand up, pledge!" Jesse shouted.

I stood, exposing my throbbing, yet fortunately dry erection to the entire room. Jesse didn't waste a second in pointing it out...

"Ah-ha, I see we have a change in status for the pledge," he said proudly, quickly adding while glaring at Kyle, "...unless someone wants to argue that this isn't a hardon!"

I was barely paying attention as I wobbled unsteadily, already starting to drift into my own pleasant, happy little world.

"SHIT dude!" shouted Kyle, "So he got hard. He's obviously stoning, just look at that stupid grin on his face. He ain't wet, so make sure you only give him five points. And if he can get his dick to go down, he can still pass. He can pass easy..."

Looking at Kyle through my growing haze of drugs, he almost seemed like my hero. I grinned at him like an idiot, almost flirtatiously, and he immediately appeared uncomfortable. "Too far," I thought silently, "Shit! Why did I have to go and do that?"

Jesse pushed me to the floor between Kyle's feet and said...

"I'm glad you think so because you're next on his sniff list..."

Instead of kneeling upright, like I'd done while the other guys removed their shoes and socks, my head went immediately to Kyle's sneakers. I couldn't take my eyes off them. His strong hands appeared and began to unlace his shoes. When he lifted his foot from the sneaker, revealing the many holes in the sole of the worn, off-white, athletic sock, my juices began to bubble. By the time both feet were bare, I'd already started a puddle between my legs.

"GO!"

Kyle's feet were amazing! They were most likely about a size twelve, with slender, pale toes and bulbous tips, complete with tufts of dark hair sprouting proudly from each. The first sniff sent my cock into convulsions, spewing more of the slick moisture my body produced in abundance. My balls felt alive, like they were on fire, writhing in the tight confines of my scrotum. Losing control quickly, I was no longer thinking about anything but the awesome sight and smell of his feet. >From this angle, the shape of each big toe was identical to that of a large, plump cockhead. That thought alone forced my ass to spasm.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

I didn't even hear it...

"Switch feet, goddamnit!" yelled Jesse, giving me a playful nudge in the butt with one of his own bare feet, his big toe coming perilously close to my twitching hole.

After moving to the other foot, I breathed deeply again, letting the odor fill my brain with thoughts of locker-room sweat, jock straps, and funk-filled socks. My cock began moving on its own, up and down, up and down, pulsing with the growing urgency inside me. My mind was racing, producing an inappropriate, far too uninhibited, stream of consciousness - "God! Kyle's toes are amazing! They look and smell so goddamn good. I gotta taste them! Shit! I've gotta have them!"

Before better judgment could intervene, my drooling mouth enveloped the sweaty big toe of his left foot, all the way down, sucking furiously.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" someone screamed.

It was Kyle. He jerked his foot out of my mouth and used it to kick me backward, sending me sprawling.

"Get off me, you fag!!! What the hell are you doing?"

My cock was still dripping even as I recoiled from the impact of his foot. Every eye in the room witnessed the large puddle of clear, gooey slipperiness I'd spilled between my legs.

Brian, Jesse, and the others who'd spent the weekend with me were laughing their asses off. Brian, already pissed at Kyle, took the opportunity to further ruffle his feathers...

"Kyle, I told you he had a thing for you. I mean, sucking your toe and leaking pre-jam all over Jesse's floor..."

"Fuck off, Brian! And fuck you, faggot!" he screamed at me, launching a big wad of spit in my direction. It connected soundly with my face and I just left it there, allowing it to roll slowly down my cheek.

"Hey pledge, that disqualifies you," observed Jesse while nudging me with his foot to get my attention. "I mean, you stuck his toe in your mouth and I think that counts as touching. You weren't allowed to do that!"

The guys in the room discussed it amongst themselves, gradually arriving at a consensus. I had, in fact, been disqualified. Kyle, who was still ranting over what I'd done, wandered around the basement aimlessly, his arms flailing in the air, muttering to himself and anyone who'd listen about how much he despised fags, about how I deserved to be punished, severely, by the frat for fucking up their initiation tests so completely.

Jesse hauled me to my feet before handing me an envelope with the word DISQUALIFIED written in big, block letters across the front.

"Open it and read it out loud. Face the camera when you do it..."

Shamed beyond anything I'd ever though possible, I turned toward Brian and the ever-rolling video camera before opening the envelope. Like the first, it contained only a single, folded sheet of paper. As my face burned red with the heat of my humiliation, I hesitantly began to read...

"PLEDGE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED

If the pledge in question is reading this letter, then he has failed to meet the minimum established criteria for acceptance. This substandard performance is enough to prove one of three things...

1. The pledge possesses inadequate self-control 2. The pledge has no understanding of the community of brothers...or 3. The pledge is simply a faggot

Membership into this fraternity is hereby denied. We leave it to the capable imagination of our contract pledge master, Mr. Jesse Stipes, to formulate an appropriate punishment for this pledge and his despicable failure.

The pledge should be escorted from the room until an apt penalty is determined.

This fraternity would like to thank those present tonight who served as both witnesses and participants. We wish you the best of luck in all you choose to do..."

As I finished reading, the room was plunged into silence. Jesse allowed me a moment to consider what was to come before speaking...

"Tim, would you escort our would-be pledge to the bathroom while we decide what to do with him?"

"Sure thing, Jess..."

Seeming to appear out of nowhere, Tim grabbed my elbow and led me away from the group, toward the small bathroom. My world was crashing down around me; I imagined this was how it must feel to be sentenced to life in prison. Once the bathroom door was closed, Tim burst into wild fits of laughter.

"Goddamn! You stupid fuck!" he teased. "I can't believe you, dude. You knew the rules and put Kyle's fucking toe in your mouth anyway!"

Grasping his sides, Tim was laughing chaotically, initiating a stream of warm tears that streaked downward over his cheeks.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked, genuinely confused, both from the drug and the situation in general. "What's up with all this frat shit?"

"It was a great plan, wasn't it?" he answered between laughs. "Let me explain the whole thing while we're waiting. All these guys are customers of Jesse's and they'd do just about anything to stay on his good side. Still, we didn't know how they'd take to a pussyboy gang-bang even if we did offer them all the weed and beer they wanted. So Jesse comes up with this frat initiation scam. Awesome fucking idea! We pretend you're being initiated into some frat and gradually warm them up to the idea that you're just a big cum-whore. Right now, Jesse, Brian, and the other three guys are trying to talk the group into seeing how far you'll go tonight."

I was so fucked up at this moment that I'd almost forgotten this was a fraud. During the test, especially after my drink, it had started to feel like an actual hazing.

"What was in the other two envelopes?" I asked. "You know, TEST TWO and TEST THREE?"

Tim roared once again in laugher.

"That's the best part...NOTHING!!! They were empty, dude! We know how you get around feet. We were so convinced you'd fuck up during the first test that we didn't even bother putting anything in the other two envelopes. Shit, you made this so fucking easy!"

He lowered his voice and took a step closer before continuing...

"In a few minutes, Brian's gonna knock on the door. The number of times he knocks will be a signal, letting us know roughly how far the other guys can be pushed before they start to freak out. If they only feel comfortable with a good, old-fashioned frat paddling, then Brian will knock once. If they're open to watching you give some head, then he'll knock twice. But if the group is up for anything at this point, and I'm sure Jesse's doing his goddamn best to talk them into that, then...then, my slutty little friend, Brian will knock three times, and your ass is gonna be in heaven..."

My quivering cock was about to spew simply from the thought of that dimly lit basement full of guys gang-fucking my pre-lubed asshole when Brian's hulking shadow darkened the space between the bottom of the door and cold, coarse, concrete floor.

KNOCK...

"Wait for it, bitch..." Tim snickered.

Another bead of precum emerged from my cock, falling sloppily to the floor. Emotionally torn, I wasn't certain I wanted to hear another...

KNOCK...

"Hell yeah, you're gonna swallow some cum tonight!" Tim gloated. "Wait for the third, dude...wait for it!"

My knees went weak and I was overcome by dizziness.

KNOCK

"Yessssss!!!" Tim hissed, his fists clenched and his head tossed backward, almost as if he was thanking some deity for the direction this night was taking. "I knew he'd talk `em into it! No limits tonight, no limits..."

With that dire warning spoken, he opened the bathroom door and thrust me into Brian's strong arms. He looked down at me with his piercing eyes, gauging my expression. After lowering his mouth to my ear, he began to whisper...

"When we get out there, it's gonna seem like Jesse's in charge; that's just part of the plan. Do whatever he says. But remember, you answer to me. Do this for me, Ricky. Do it for me, your old pal Brian..."

"I'm scared..." I whispered back.

"I know, baby," he responded in a comforting tone. "But I'll be watching carefully; I won't let anyone hurt you..."

"Really?" I asked quietly.

"I give you my word. Oh, there's one more thing," he said as he pulled his face from my ear. Looking straight into my eyes, his deep, masculine voice still modulated to produce a tranquil, comforting whisper, he added, "...I've decided to let you cum tonight."

Instantly, I knew I'd do anything for him.

Brian led me back to the sofa, which was now occupied by Phillip on the far left, Jesse in the middle, and Kyle on the right. The others had gathered off to either side and behind the couch, with every eye in the room focused on me. Jesse wore a nasty, knowing smirk, as did Phillip and my other "friends", but Kyle just looked furious, apparently still fuming from my previous lack of discretion. Brian positioned me in front of the couch, my hands behind my back, my rigid cock still throbbing and leaking goo. Jesse cleared his throat in preparation to speak, looking like a judge presiding over a trial.

"Ricky, you are here to be punished for your, uhmm your..." Jesse paused in mid-sentence and turned his head toward his neighbor. "What did the letter call it, Phillip?"

"Despicable failure..."

"That's right! You are here to be punished for your despicable failure. But first, I was hoping you'd settle a little wager I've made with your friend Kyle." He paused once again, this time to allow my tension to build. "Would you mind doing that for me?"

"What is it?" I asked timidly.

Jesse's face suddenly hardened; I half expected him to leap from the couch and begin thrashing my behind. Instead, he simply chose to yell.

"The ONLY words you need to speak are YES SIR' or NO SIR'."

"YES SIR!"

"YES, YOU MIND DOING IT FOR ME?"

"NO! No Sir! I don't mind..."

He was clearly amused by how easily I could be confused; it fit perfectly into the scam he was pulling on his buddies.

"That's better. I bet that if we made you sniff one of his socks you'd cum in less than five minutes, without even touching your cock. Kyle says no one could possibly be that fucked up sexually, but I think he's mistaken. If he's right and you don't lose your nut, he gets a free bag of Mexico's finest. If I win, I'm fifty dollars richer. What do you say?"

"Uhmm..."

"Shut up! On second thought, I don't give a shit what you say. Pick up that filthy sock and start sniffing. I'll set the timer for five minutes..."

Obediently retrieving the sock, I held the dirty piece of cloth over my nose, rubbing the still moist, pungent fabric on my face and inhaling deeply. My cock seemed to take on a life of its own, moving freely, like it was being masturbated by some invisible hand. Brian returned to the camera in order to verify that my humiliating task was being captured on video. Peering over the top of the sock, I glanced at Kyle's feet and toes, imagining them in my mouth instead of this proxy while listening to Jesse's non-stop taunting...

"That's right, boy! Fag out on that stinky sock. It's been closed up in Kyle's shoe all day, getting sweaty and ripe, clinging to his nasty foot. Shit faggot, you should see yourself, dick all jerking and leaky, throwing your fag dick slop all over my floor, all by itself too! You aren't even touching the damn thing and it's about to explode. We can see your balls rising up. We can ALL see it! You're putting on quite a show, about to sling it over a stinking sock. I bet this is gonna be the best cum of your life. Damn boy, your balls are so fucking high they're clinging to the sides of your dick. I've never seen a guy's cock move like that, like it's having a goddamn seizure. FUCK! There's precum hanging all the way from your prick to the floor! If we hadn't already guessed you were a fag, you're about to remove all doubt. You're about to cum, aren't you boy? You're about to fling that shit all the way over here. That's right, keep breathing. You're starting to shake, boy. What's that all about? Are you about to shoot? You feel yourself getting close? Almost to the point where you couldn't stop it if you had to? Man, it must suck to be that horned up with only a fucking nasty, crusty sock to get you off. Is something wrong with your knees, boy? They're shaking like a motherfucker. They're not going weak, are they? Come on, boy! I don't wanna lose this bet. FUCKING INHALE THAT SOCK, FAGGOT!! LICK IT AND THINK ABOUT WHERE IT'S BEEN. WATCH OUT, BOYS! THIS FOOT-SNIFFING QUEER IS GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE!!!"

Over three days of pent-up fuck jam erupted from my cock in a torrent that more resembled a stream a white piss than semen. The first blast easily covered the distance between me and Jesse, the far edge of the shot landing on his bare left foot and creating an unbroken river of milky juice leading back to where I stood. My knees buckled from the force of the first volley and I had to quickly re-adjust my footing to keep from falling. As I continued to inhale the vapors from the rancid piece of cloth shoved against my face, the second shot exploded just as hard as the first, arching upward from my unsecured cock, with the peak of the arc nearly as high as my head, also landing near the sofa. A third blast seemed to exit my cock at the speed of sound, splattered down audibly into the puddle jizz I was swiftly creating between Jesse's legs, still managing to fly a distance of six feet! Another rapidly followed it, then yet another, before the dregs of my cumshot began to simply cascade from my slit, greasing my vibrating shaft and tight balls, before running down my right leg, past my ankles and bare feet, only to pool with the nasty, clear fuckslop I'd spilled in the minutes prior to cumming.

Jesse had been right; it was by far the best orgasm of my life.

My legs were trembling when I finally lowered the sock and tried to gauge the reaction from the crowd. Most were staring wide-eyed, their mouths hanging open, unable to believe the spectacle they'd just witnessed. It took enormous effort merely to remain standing while my erection continued to pulse in after-cum spasms, pushing out the last, sloppy leftovers of my spooge. Kevin, Brad, Phillip, and Tim all wore self-satisfied smirks, as did Brian, but Jesse simply sat stone-faced, glaring at me for some time, letting the gravity of what I'd done fully sink in.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Kyle. "I've never seen anything like that. It looked like a fucking fire hose going off! I guess I owe you fifty, Jess."

"Nah, don't worry about it," he graciously offered. "I knew he'd cum so it was hardly a fair bet. I just wanted to prove it. It looks like we got an authentic, ready-to-fuck, Grade-A pussyboy with us tonight..."

There was a momentary pause before Jesse turned his head toward me, fixed his eyes on mine, and slowly added, "...don't we?"

Still out of breath and panting heavily as a result of my overwhelming orgasm, I failed to find my voice. Jesse wasn't feeling patient...

"DON'T WE!" he shouted.

"Yes..." I whispered shamefully, knowing full well the pointlessness of protesting his assertion.

"Louder!"

"YES!"

"What are you?"

Exhausted and defeated, I felt my inhibitions evaporate. I realized I was rounding a corner mentally, that from this point forward accepting and admitting my true nature would be much less difficult.

"A pussy..."

"What would you like to do right now? What do you want? Think about it carefully and be honest. Then tell the whole room..."

I knew the answer but was embarrassed to speak the words out loud in a room full of men, most of whom were strangers. It took an additional prompt from Jesse for me to answer.

"Well, what is it? What do you want? If you ask nicely, we might let you do it..."

My knees began to shake as I prepared to speak the humiliating truth.

"I want Kyle's dick in my mouth. I wanna suck him off..."

Though Kyle looked stunned, he didn't appear as angry as I'd expected. Maybe he wouldn't leap off the couch and beat the shit out of me after all.

"Really?" asked Jesse.

The tone in his voice gave me the impression that my answer had caught him off guard. I don't know what he'd been expecting me to say, but apparently that wasn't it. He abruptly began to chuckle to himself and continued to speak...

"You wanna taste Kyle's meat, huh? Grab your cock and stroke it while we talk, while you tell me more about what you want..."

After tossing the sock to the floor, I wrapped my fingers around my still rigid, slimy cock. Though I'd just nutted, it felt incredible to be allowed to touch myself, especially with my slippery, spilt jizz providing ample lube for my slow, methodical, up and down fisting.

"So Ricky," Jesse continued. "You really are a faggot, huh? That's not just some spiteful name we've been calling you? It's the truth, isn't it?"

"Yes Sir. It's true."

"Wait a second. You said you wanna suck Kyle's cock. Are you developing feelings for him?"

The question caught me off guard.

"No, of course not," I stammered without releasing my dick, already feeling another load brewing inside me. "I just wanna suck him..."

"Interesting," Jesse commented. "What do you call a person who has sex with people they don't care about?"

The answer was obvious...

"...A slut, Sir."

"So you're not JUST a fag, you're a slutty fag?"

"Yes Sir, I'm a slutty faggot..."

Any psychological resistance my drug-saturated brain had been previously offering was gone now. My mind and my body, not to mention my mouth, were all working together as one to get what I wanted. And if this line of questioning continued, I was certain to cum again. Jessie spoke again...

"Besides sucking cock and making a mess on basement floors, what else do slutty faggots like to do?

"They like to take it up the ass, Sir."

"Do YOU like to take it up the ass?"

I groaned with pleasure, both from my continued, slow masturbation and the prospect of getting my hole stuffed with cock.

"Fuck yeah! Sir please, I wanna take it up the ass..."

Jesse began to shake his head up and down leisurely, obviously pleased with my sudden compliance.

"We're learning all kinds of new things about you tonight. You do realize that you can't suck Kyle's cock and take it up your ass at the same time. Even you're not that talented, are you?"

"No Sir, I'm not..."

"So, in order to give you everything you want at the same time, somebody else would need to fuck you while you suck on Kyle's meat. Isn't that right?"

"Leave him alone, Jesse..." said a voice from somewhere; I couldn't determine who had spoken the words. "He doesn't deserve to be treated like this..."

"No, let him answer..." interjected Kyle, his curiosity surprising.

"Yeah," I responded. "Somebody else would need to fuck me while I'm working on Kyle..."

"Look around the room," Jesse instructed. "Tell us who you want to fuck you. I won't be insulted if it's not me. Pick whoever you want..."

My eyes swiftly scanned the basement full of guys and settled on a dude standing behind the couch, a blonde with short hair, smaller and more compact than Brian, with a runner's build like my own. I didn't know his name.

"That guy..." I answered, using my non-stroking hand to point out my choice.

The young man I'd selected looked shocked and slightly appalled.

"Him?" Jesse questioned, wanting to verify my answer. "You don't even know his name, do you? You'd let a guy whose name you didn't know fuck your ass?"

"Yes Sir..."

"You know, I don't have any rubbers down here. He'd have to fuck you raw. Would that be OK with you?"

"Yes Sir. Please, I'm getting close. Can I cum?"

"Wow, you're a horny little slut! You just shot ten minutes ago!" Jesse answered derisively. "No, don't cum yet. We're not finished. But since you brought it up, where do you want that guy to cum?"

"He can cum in my ass, Sir..."

"...In your what?"

I understood what Jesse wanted to hear. After all, his huge cock had been inside me less than twenty-four hours ago. Though this would be my filthiest admission to date, I just didn't care anymore.

"...In my pussy, Sir. If that guy's willing to do it, I want him to fuck my pussy and cum inside me while I suck Kyle's dick. That's the honest truth, that's what I want. Please, I really need to cum again..."

"Goddamnit!" Jesse cursed in frustration. "Get your hand off your dick! You're getting impatient and losing focus."

Reluctantly, I released my slick cock and waited. In my current state of mind, I'd moved well past being simply "broken in". I was a fucking cum-whore! Jesse paused again before continuing, this time speaking to the entire room...

"Listen up, guys! I didn't expect tonight to get quite this freaky. But Ricky obviously has an agenda for this evening. Like I said when we first got started, nobody has to do anything they don't feel comfortable doing. That's still true. You can leave, just stay to watch, or participate. I don't care one way or another. But if any of you motherfuckers leaves this room and runs his goddamn mouth about what happens here, you'll need to find a new supplier. You won't get ANYTHING else from me, no pot, no pills, nothing! If you wanna leave, you'd better do it now..."

No one moved. This was serious business and everyone in the room knew it. Jesse needed to make sure...

"Nobody's gonna leave? This is your last chance," he repeated. While looking at the guy I'd selected to fuck me, he added, "What about you? I thought for sure you'd be in your car by now..."

The guy looked nervous. I noticed him swallow hard before answering, especially since every eye in the room was now focused on him.

"No, I'm good. I'll stay..."

Jesse nodded and then slowly spoke the words that sealed my fate for the rest of this evening...

"Tim, go lock the door..."

"Sure thing, Jess," Tim answered as he walked to the stairwell, pulled the door closed, and latched it securely.

"You!" Jesse barked to the guy I'd selected.

"What?"

"You gonna fuck him or what? He specifically asked for you."

"I don't know, man. Maybe I'll just watch. It seems a little, well..."

"If you don't do it, I will."

"Really?" the guy replied. "I mean, I never thought..."

"It's just another hole! What are you scared of?"

"I'm not scared!" he protested.

Jesse's facial expression indicated he was growing tired of dealing with this guy. Dropping the subject and simply ignoring him, he turned his focus to Kyle.

"Are you gonna let him suck you?"

"Hell yeah, his little confessional got me hot! Besides, he owes me..."

Kyle was already sliding his jeans down, exposing his legs as he slid them off over his bare feet. Jesse, ever the director, turned to me and barked...

"Well, what are you waiting for? You asked for it. Get down there and suck his cock. But keep your hands off your dick."

Instantly on my knees, my hands touched Kyle's thighs and my mouth began to water, already slobbering over the thought of tasting this particular cock. Jesse returned his attention to the nameless guy I'd asked to fuck me.

"Last chance to hit this first..." he said, slapping my upturned ass playfully as he did.

The guy looked around to the others standing nearby, as if seeking tacit permission to engage in this activity. His neighbor to the left gently nudged him with his elbow and mouthed the words, "Go on, dude..."

"Oh, what the hell..." he said as he moved behind me, out of my field of vision. I never even saw him remove his clothes.

I quickly forgot all about the guy behind me though, as I suddenly found myself face to face with Kyle's cock. Though I'd seen bigger over the past few days, that didn't matter; the dick inching toward my lips was solid, moist, and best of all, it was Kyle's. Since Friday, I'd been given multiple opportunities to practice getting an erection past my gag-reflex and I was balls-deep on Kyle within seconds, savoring the taste of his precum, the texture of his tube on my tongue, and the scent of his unwashed pubes in my nose.

"SHIT!" he yelled when his cockhead slipped into my throat, bucking his hips upward in response to the surprising pleasure, nearly giving me a bloody lip in the process. "You're a fucking slut...DAMN!!!"

"Dude, you're not kidding," said a voice from behind me. "The fucker's got grease in his hole - bitch came ready!"

"Well stop your yapping and fuck him!" screamed Jesse. "The rest of us are waiting..."

I adjusted my position a bit, increasing the distance between my knees and arching my back, attempting to situate my hole in the optimum location for being plowed. He was moving his cock around my ass, obviously new at this, trying to find the target. When the head zeroed in on my greasy hole, I moaned around the cock in my throat. Since my opening was well stretched from the ride over here, my anonymous fucker slid in easily and sank all the way to root, resting there only a moment before setting up a slow, easy fuck. My only regret was that I hadn't seen his cock first.

Centering my attention on the pulsing cock lodged in my throat, I began to work Kyle with an enthusiasm I'd never shown before, taking his dick all the way to the pubes, slurping hard to get adequate suction, and then rising unhurriedly up the thick shaft until I reached the ever-expanding head. Once crested on the crown, I'd swirl my tongue around the rim, savoring the flavors of Kyle that my tongue was extracting from him, before beginning another slow descent.

After several minutes, I allowed his cock to slip from my lips and looked upward, needing to see his face. Kyle's head was resting on the sofa, his eyes closed, clearly enjoying my work. Lowering my face to his balls, I breathed in deep, feeling my own cock dripping again as the dick in my ass poked and prodded my prostate. Kyle was quieter than the other guys I'd sucked, not yelling at me or calling me names, and I wanted to make this the best head he'd ever received. Swallowing his shaft again, I pumped my skull up and down with escalating speed and began to massage his nuts, one in each hand, tenderly rubbing them with my fingers, wanting nothing more than to feel them empty into my mouth. I could hear the other guys undressing and knew I'd be taking many of them in my throat before leaving this basement sometime later tonight...

I also knew I'd enjoy this one the most.

Kyle was getting close. For the first time since I'd starting sucking, he began to speak...

"Fuck yeah, yeah...goddamnit! Here it comes! Take it! Take it!!"

I rose up his shaft several inches, still slurping and keeping the suction intense. While I could've made Kyle cum directly down my throat, I decided not to; this one I wanted to taste. His nuts pulled away from my fingertips and his dick shuddered as the initial volley of his spooge hit the back of my mouth with incredible force. My tongue at once began to swish the boiling jizz around in an effort to fully savor the milky fluids. His cock continued to spew over and over, filling my mouth to capacity, causing some to escape from the corners of my lips. He forced his prick upward in a few post-orgasmic thrusts, mixing his juices and my own saliva into a nasty, frothing mess, before extracting himself carefully. My lips were still tightly gripping the head as it slipped out, both to prevent the loss of his gift and to prolong his pleasure.

He looked down at me, panting from sexual heat, yet smiling almost affectionately.

"Let me see..."

Knowing what he wanted, I opened my mouth to show Kyle the massive load he'd just dumped into me. He nodded approvingly.

"You gonna swallow?"

In an obvious demonstration of cum-lust, I closed my mouth and took three exaggerated gulps to put away every drop, re-opening once finished to confirm my obedience. Jesse instantly jumped in, snapping us from our bliss. As I looked upward, I noticed that he was already completely naked, stroking his monster piece without hurry.

"Alright you two lovebirds - break it up! And you, in his pussy, don't make love to it - FUCK IT!!!"

At Jesse's insistence, the firm erection in my ass kicked into overdrive, my unknown fucker's plunges coming faster and faster. My own uncomfortably hard dick was slapping upward against my stomach as he threw himself into it, poking my joy-button repeatedly and causing my gooey lube to flow. I felt droplets of precum flying off the tip of my cock, wetting my nipples, some splattering up as far as my neck. If he'd kept this pace for a few more minutes, I'd have nutted right there. Instead, he thrust in hard, sliding past my prostate, deeper into my gut, and held it there, his cock twitching as he bred my ass. I moaned like a bitch in heat when I felt the first scalding wave of spooge shoot deep inside me, rapidly filling me up, sliming my insides. My ass squeezed repeatedly, out of habit and instinct, as he pulled his spent organ from my twat.

"Finally," roared Jesse, grabbing my head and tugging forcefully until my upturned face met his. "Now here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna take Kyle's place on the couch and you're gonna work my big, fat pussy-pleaser with your pretty little mouth while these guys take turns in your twat. After you've been bred by each and every one, that's twenty in all if everyone participates, then you're gonna climb up here and ride me like one of them fucking whores in the movies until I top off your spooge collection with my own. You understand all that, Fuckwad?"

He shook the hand gripping my hair for emphasis.

"Yes Sir," I muttered in response, my throat still coated with Kyle's dick slime, while a noisy clock somewhere upstairs rang out its midnight chimes.

At long last, it was Memorial Day...

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