III
I don't know whether it was because he had been fucking me for so long, and for most of that time fucking me quite gently, but with Zach's departure I felt like a protector had left, and that I was now totally vulnerable before this roaring, semi-naked, tipsy crowd of horny young men, all of whom quite clearly wanted to use and abuse me. I had lost sight of Sam and Ben, the only people here who had known me, however briefly, before I become Fag Pledge. I didn't really have any illusions that they would protect me -- not after they had so explicitly told me they wouldn't -- but at least they knew my name and had talked to me as a human being.
It was Carter who took charge of me. He slipped the rope-noose around my neck from behind and tugged, causing me to choke, stumble backwards, and almost fall to the floor. Now you've got a feel for the sex part, it's time for you to feel the pain and humiliation of being Fag, Fag,' he growled before spitting into my face. I could feel it slide down my face, over the top of the drying cum. He grabbed my naked ass, squeezing tight, and then slapped it hard. Time for you to go through the Gauntlet, Fag. I think we'll probably take you through a few times tonight'.
Angus came in front of me, grabbed my briefly loose hands and tied them together again, this time in front of me. He then also slapped my ass, hard. I was starting to get an idea what the Gauntlet might be. As the brothers started to line up, forming a human corridor that looped around the room, I was more certain. Some of them were rubbing their hands together, or clapping them together. Carter began to address the assembled brothers: `Brothers! We have all now taken ownership of Fag! We have marked him with cum and with pen. Now we need to mark him with our hands. Fag has begged me to be allowed to run the Gauntlet not once, not twice, but three times! The first time you will all spank his ass as he walks through -- turn that ass red my brothers! The second time he walks through, you will all use your belts to smack him across the back -- leave great red welts on his back my brothers! The third time he walks the Gauntlet I want you to turn those belts upon his thighs -- make him weep my brothers! We do this to show Fag that pain is now going to be a large part of his life, that pain will be his constant friend and that he is best served by learning to love it. After all, pain withstood is pain conquered; pain endured is pain overcome!'
By the end of this speech, I was shaking. I had known the brothers were into pain, but I had imagined more BDSM scenarios rather than what felt like a ritual naval punishment from the darkest days of seafaring. The brothers were shouting and laughing, many of their dicks were out and hard. I steeled myself, reminded me that I had agreed to this, reminded myself of the prize. Zach, Sam, and Ben had all been honest with me, had all told me that I would suffer and have an awful year. Had I believed them? Yes. Had I known exactly what they meant? No. I was about to get my first real taste.
Carter led me forward by the rope around my neck. He had wrapped most of the length of the rope around his large fist so that only a short length stretched between me and him. He was walking backwards slowly, facing me, grinning. I knew he was walking slowly so that each brother would have the chance to spank me as hard as he could. The other officers had joined the lines of brothers. We passed into the corridor of brothers and I felt the first two hands smack down, almost in unison, one on my left cheek, the other on my right. The blows stung but weren't yet super painful. The third and fourth hands struck my ass, followed by the fifth and sixth. By the twelfth, my ass was definitely starting to hurt more than just a little bit. I could feel it grower hotter with each blow, and knew it was starting to turn a bright red. When they struck, most brothers let out a whoop of excitement.
I saw Sam and Ben standing ahead of me, both with grins on their faces. They were directly opposite each other in the Gauntlet. I looked at them, probably pleadingly, and Sam winked back while clapping his hands together forcefully and loudly. He shouted `Just warming them up Fag!' They both laughed. By the time I reached them, my ass felt like it was on fire. At least fifty strong young guys had spanked me as hard as they could and I knew there were at least thirty more to go. I was level with Sam and Ben and they spanked me at exactly the same time. Their spanks felt like the hardest yet and I let out my first real scream. After that, I screamed on every spank. My parents had never punished me physically and so I'd never felt pain like this. I gritted my teeth and said I had to get through it but felt like dropping to my knees and sobbing. Thankfully I held the tears in, for now. I reached the end of the Gauntlet and Carter went round behind me to inspect my ass.
`Ouch that baby is red,' he laughed, giving me ass another few painful spanks as he did. I had thought my ass was safe, was taken by surprise, and tried to jump away from the pain. He laughed along with the other brothers who saw. It achieved nothing except to give me a rope burn around my neck. After the last few spanks, Carter started rubbing my flaming ass, telling me how good it looked, and how much he was looking forward to fucking me. I dreaded to think how painful it would be if he decided to fuck me now with my ass aflame.
I didn't have long to dwell on it though. Carter came back in front of me and called `Belts at the ready boys! It's time for Fag to walk through the Gauntlet a second time. Remember, we're aiming for his back!' I could see that all the brothers had pulled off their belts, causing some trousers to fall down; some of them had had to retrieve their belts from wherever they had thrown their trousers. The air was thick with the sound of belts snapping together and of leather hitting palms in practice strokes. The sound was awful -- terrifying. The ass-spanking with bare hands had been bad. How much worse would this be? I was about to find out.
Carter once again led me towards the Gauntlet's mouth, whispering encouragement like I was a nervous horse he was loading onto a trailer. I decided to focus on his face, the way his stubble grew thicker around his chin, with an abrupt line at his neck; the way his green eyes were almost black in the low-light of the Chapter Room; the way his short hair was bristly and slightly sweaty; the way he panted slightly in excitement; and most of all on those encouraging words, or at least that encouraging tone of voice, `come on Fag, just a few more steps and you're in. Once you're in you'll see that all your fears were justified. This is really going to hurt you Fag, but that's as it should be because we think it's fun. You're ours now Fag, our boy, our slave, our property, our Fag. Be a good Fag and enter the Gauntlet.
I did as I was told and the first belt crashed down across my back in between my shoulder blades. I arched away from it and felt Carter's strong hand push my chest back towards the pain as the second belt struck just above my ass. I let out a scream, as much out of shock as from the pain. I was being whipped, whipped with belts by a load of horny frat boys I had essentially sold my life to. I started to panic a bit, sweat breaking out on my forehead, breathing getting heavy. I looked pleadingly into Carter's eyes and found no pity, just enjoyment. He continued his soft, threatening talk and reached out a hand to stroke my hair out of my face. The pain was excruciating now and I was on the verge of tears. Then I saw Sam and Ben, still grinning, snapping their belts together and I knew I couldn't take straps from them; they would go too hard. I stopped dead just before them. Carter tugged on the rope and shouted at me to move. I shook my head and dug my heels in, feet wide apart, leaning back, a strong stance so that he couldn't pull me along. He sighed, almost regretfully, and kicked me in the balls. I screamed, fell to the floor and started to sob.
Get up Fag, you're only a third of the way through your second Gauntlet and these nice brothers want a go at belting you. Stop me so selfish and get up!' Carter shouted this while tugging the rope. I stayed on the floor, crying. He nodded to the two brothers on either side of me who started bringing their belts down on my back, my arms, my legs, my ass, any piece of my skin that was visible. Get up and carry on Fag, or use your Safe Word. Those are your choices'.
I heard him through the pain and knew I couldn't use the Safe Word, not on the first night. I struggled to my feet, face streaked with tears, a huge pain in my balls added to the ones in my ass and back. As soon as I was on my feet, Carter tugged me forward. I stepped obediently. The two brothers who had been flogging me stopped, but I had moved into range of Sam and Ben who showed as little mercy as they had promised. Their strikes brought me back to tears and I continued walking the Gauntlet with tears running down my face. This didn't stop the brothers, in fact many of them seemed to like it. They had seen me stop, seen me fall, and I knew they know had less respect for me than before. As well as the blows, brothers now spat at me regularly, and called out insults in every form you can imagine.
I stumbled out of the Gauntlet for the second time and collapsed against Carter's chest, burying my face in his shoulders, and wetting the fabric of his shirt with my tears. There, there Fag,' he crooned softly, while stroking my sweaty hair with one hand and rubbing my back with the other. You've done a really good job. Only one stop in the second Gauntlet is impressive. I'm sorry I had to kick you in the balls like that but you gave me no other option. Next time you stop I'll have to kick you twice of course; that's just the rules'. After delivering this he pushed me from his shoulder and turned to face the brothers again.
Fag has run the Gauntlet for the second time! His back is red and painful and full of welts! A loud cheer rang out. Now is the time for him to run a third time and for you to belt his thighs. Make every step agony!' Another cheer.
At this point you might wonder why I didn't scream `HOWITZER! HOWITZER! HOWITZER! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HOWITZER! LET ME GO YOU MAD AND DANGEROUS FUCKS!'. You may even be wondering why I didn't run out of there straight to the Dean of the University, straight to the police, straight to a politician, or a lawyer. There are a couple of reasons. Number one, I knew none of those people would be able to help me. It had been made clear to me how complete the network of alumni was; they could assemble a stronger legal team than almost anyone else; they had more senior politicians; they had chiefs of police; they had supreme court justices, and boasted two presidents; the Dean was an alumni. And who was I? No one from nowhere. Maybe I could have found a sympathetic, or horrified lawyer. Maybe I could have sparked a conversation in the papers. But really? If it got any traction it would be as a hazing ritual that had got a little out of hand. And when I'd have to admit that I'd agreed to everything, that they'd told me in plain detail what would happen, and that I'd been able to stop it at any point but hadn't? Those who didn't despise me for saying yes would say I was an idiot for not saying stop. And then what? Back to a life of obscurity, weighed down by debt, with no future but to struggle and fail? No thanks -- I'd been offered a pass to the top table, to the good life, for me and my family, and if I had to go through hell to get there then so be it. Another aspect that I think I can acknowledge now is that a small part of me enjoyed it, not all of it and not all of the time, but sometimes and with certain people. We'll get to them of course.
But right now, I'm standing at the start of the Gauntlet for the third time, trembling, tears tracks down my face, my back and ass an explosion of pain, knowing that my tender thighs are about to be subjected to the same abuse. I took a step forward, encouraged by a tug from Carter. Just as with the spanking and the belting, the first few strikes were painful in themselves, but they didn't build. Soon though, the belts were striking already battered skin, some of the boys hitting my ass, whether deliberately or not I don't know. Somehow, this was worse than either of the walks that had gone before. Even at the steady pace being set by Carter it soon became hard to walk forward, so painful were my legs becoming. The tears came; I was wracked with sobs. But I kept walking forwards, both because I feared the kicks to the balls that would hit me if I stopped and because I was determined to finish without showing weakness, or at least any more weakness.
I finished the third walk through the Gauntlet on my own feet but once again collapsed quickly into Carter's chest, this time completely, letting him take my full weight. He stroked my hair again, while the brothers cheered behind me and kissed my cheek, then whispered in my ear I need a piss Fag'. I didn't know what to make of this so didn't respond, but he said it again. I looked up at him quizzically. He smiled and repeated himself a third time, I need a piss Fag, so get on your knees and open your mouth'. I gaped back at him. He sighed and dropped me. I fell to the floor, but was quickly jerked back up into a sitting position by Carter and his rope.
He had his dick out and was pointing it at my face. I had finally understood what he wanted. I don't know why it had taken so long. Sam and Ben had both told me the brothers used Fag as a urinal as often as possible. I had baked this in to my acceptance, though admitted to myself at that point I hadn't actually given the reality of drinking piss any thought whatsoever. I got onto my knees so that my face was about level with Carter's cock and opened my mouth. He rested the tip on my lower lip, let out a sigh and let his piss gush in. I stared to swallow as the yellow, slightly sweet, slightly acrid piss slid across my tongue and down my throat. I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I also knew there was no other option. His stream seemed to go on forever and I split some down my chin, adding piss to the cum and spit already there.
When he was done Cater shook the end of his now semi-hard cock off in my mouth said `don't spill any next time' and kicked me in the balls' Already tended from the first kick, it felt like a hot poker was being shoved up my urethra, slicing through my cock, balls, and up into my guts. I was winded and unable to breathe properly. Carter just looked down at me. More than the pain, I was struck by the casual way in which it was administered. He hadn't sounded angry, or even annoyed. Fag had just made a mistake and needed to be punished. Normal as anything.
He waited a short while for me to recover and then pulled me back onto my feet. Learnt your lesson,' he asked, equally casually. I nodded. Good,' he said, `you'll be punished a lot this year, and the usual way is a swift kick to the balls. Try to limit how often punishment is needed by not fucking up. Of course some guys just like to kick Fag in the balls, so you'll have to take a lot even if you're perfect'. I didn't like the sound of that, but nodded again.
I looked around and saw that the Gauntlet had broken up. Some of the brothers had drifted into other parts of the house, and it was starting to look more or less like the sort of frat party I'd seen in films and imagined attending. The only difference was that half the brothers had their cocks out and many were looking me, a totally naked boy with a mix of cum, spit, and piss on his face, and an ass, back, and thighs that had been spanked and belted to the point of agony.
This way' Carter said, tugging on my rope to show me. I stumbled after him until we arrived at what looked like a set of medieval stocks, except these were a slimline version, made of metal, and had a short bench stretching behind it Carter unlocked the hand and head traps and gestured towards it. It didn't a genius to figure out what he wanted to do so I stuck my head and hands in the holes, he closed them and locked them up again. To do this I had to lie my chest against the bench, which ended just before my cock and balls. I felt someone grab my ankles and roughly pull them into place, before locking them in more metal. I was now trapped, and almost completely incapable of movement. We're having the welcome back party tonight, Fag. Lots of the brothers will use both your holes for all manner of things and, well, anything else they want to really'. He went to turn away, but then felt his bulge as though weighing something up, `but you know what, I think I'll be the first to fuck your face'.
He turned back to me, pulled out his massive cock, rubbed it a few times to get it fully hard and then pushed it forcefully between my lips. He rapped me on the head and said `open Fag! Jesus you're thick. Open your mouth when you see a cock coming towards it. This needs to be second nature for you soon.' With that he grabbed fistfuls of my hair in each hand and started fucking my mouth. He drove his cock deep into my throat, causing me to choke and splutter. I couldn't move my head away and I couldn't push him away with my hands. I just had to take that cock pistoning in and out of my mouth as snot and spit started to seep from my mouth and nose. I was choking and gagging. My body was writhing within its limited frame of movement and I thought I was going to suffocate. Just when I thought I was about to pass out, he drove his cock into my throat one last time let out a roar of triumph and spurted ropes of cum into my stomach. He pulled out, slapped me playfully on the cheek, rubbed his cock clean on my hair, and walked away.
As soon as Cater was gone, groups of brothers started to circle me and pretty soon both my mouth and my ass were being mercilessly pounded by assorted brothers. Relentlessly they came for my ass or my mouth. Sometimes a brother would give way to a clearly more senior brother but everyone got their turn on Fag. Some of them weren't content with just fucking me face or ass and wanted to hurt me more. This was easy for them to do and always elicited cheers and laughter from the brothers standing around.
The worst moment was when a small, foxy brother came up with a spritzer bottle. Some of the brothers groaned in apparent sympathy, but none of them tried to stop him as he sprayed the contents on my back, ass, and thighs. It was then that I knew it was liquid alcohol. It burned my raw skin like nothing I'd ever felt. I screamed and thrashed and cried, but could do nothing to stop the pain. He left with his bottle but came back every hour or so to apply a new dose. I grew to dread his return and grew to hate him as the year progressed. Cole Andrews was his name and he was the cruellest brother in the house.
Of course all the brothers followed Carter's lead and used me as the urinal for the night. I doubt any of them pissed in a toilet the entire time, preferring to use me. I soon grew to accept the taste of piss as just another drink. Of course drinking all that liquid meant I had to piss myself fairly regularly as well, and I had nowhere to go other than on the floor, so I pissed myself a lot during that first night. At first I was horribly embarrassed by this and held it in until I was in physical pain, but soon I realised the stupidity of this and let it flow. The brothers mocked me for it but what did I care? I was just their fag slave.
After what felt like an eternity in which I had almost forgotten that I had ever been anything other than a fuck toy, Carter came back, unlocked me, and pulled me out of the room. The clock is about to strike midnight,' he said in a singsong, drunk voice, and Cinderella, sorry Cinderfag, needs to leave the party. You're on