NIFTY: This is the 5th installment of my story "HURT ME (COLLEGE BONDAGE ADVENTURES)" that is listed in both GAY > AUTHORITARIAN and GAY > COLLEGE
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Chapter 5
We walked through the main dungeon to a large wooden door at the far end. I followed Master through it and into a spiral stone staircase lined by stone walls. There was recessed red lighting giving the corridor a red glow. My heart rate quickened as it seemed more ominous than the main dungeon. Master explained, "This is our innermost chamber, the place where the most serious of events happen. This is where we conduct our private initiation ceremonies, where we celebrate successes, and where the most serious of punishments are delivered. We only allow members and Initiates in here."
The last week and a half was a bit of a blur. With cross country practice every day on top of classes, I was exhausted. Of course college level running was harder than high school, and I was feeling the increased intensity and miles. I slept hard every night, and I fell asleep in lectures if I didn't bring coffee with me to class in the morning. Over the early part of last week I contemplated the choice, well, every minute I wasn't thinking about running or homework. I found myself running back to my room whenever possible so that I could jerk off. Now that I was free of the chastity cage, my horniness was on full drive. I nearly went to the house a few times while surfing Master's Tumblr pages. The pictures continued to turn me on, especially because I could clearly imagine myself in them. Damn. I had recreated a few of them quite literally. Even then, I couldn't quite decide. While talking with Master had helped, especially when I was with him, now that I was back at school, things were less clear. I kept thinking that while I wanted to experience what they did together, I was worried about it detracting from my focus on cross country and school. I felt some reassurance by Master's pledge to work around things, but I also wanted to hang out with my cross country friends, go to parties, be a part of the full team experience. I worried that wouldn't happen if I chose to join what amounted to be a gay bdsm fraternity house.
Then in a burst of horniness on Friday night, I texted Master to see if I could come over. He responded that Friday night wasn't a good time as they had a meeting to discipline someone. My cock swelled, and I pouted. He was boxing me out. I knew it was because I was choosing to create some distance, but fuck. This was difficult. I kept thinking about how the discipline went last weekend, and I wanted at least to view it, if not participate. My cock was dripping. I began jerking harder scrolling past pictures on Master's Tumblr. My phone binged. It was Adam texting me.
"I'm bored. What are you doing?"
I stopped stroking. I was so horny that I wasn't thinking straight. Literally not thinking straight at all: "About to have a private shaving party, lol. You in?"
There was a pause before Adam responded. "You serious?"
"Ha! No, just hanging. What's up?"
"I got some beers, want some?"
I wrote back that I did, and Adam texted back that he'd, "Be there in 2." He lived in the next dorm so he literally was knocking on my door within two minutes. That gave me enough time to put away my cock and close the computer. I was mostly soft when he knocked.
He came in and found a spot on the floor leaning back on my bed. I sat down next to him. He opened his backpack and pulled out four beers.
"Where'd you get those?" I asked him.
"A kid on my floor has an older brother who is pretty cool. He gets us beer. I figured we could afford to have a couple since we don't a race this weekend." He handed me one. I thanked him, and we began talking about the upcoming race. It was going to be at home in a week, and we were both nervous. Adam was sitting with his arms around his knees, and given how small my single room was, we were almost touching. I compared his legs to mine. They were similar except his were completely smooth. I couldn't find any hair at all. I wanted to run my hands up and down them to feel the silky skin. I don't know if he caught me looking at him, but just before we finished our second beer, he brought up the topic of shaving.
"Were you serious before?" I knew what he meant but I played dumb.
"About what?"
"You know, the shaving."
My heart started beating faster. I laughed, and told him no. Then I paused and stared at the floor. "I have to admit that I had been thinking about it, though. I loved how it felt when I was on the swim team."
We sat there for a little while in as that awkward electric energy pulsed between us. I didn't know what to say. I was hoping he'd say something more. Anything but silence. I sat there with the blood pounding in my ears. I could even feel sweat begin to drip down my sides and my back. And that's when I knew I wanted to join the group. I realized I wanted to have my body shaved, and I wanted to enjoy the free sexual play that those guys had, and yes, I wanted to experience the discipline and pain, too. I wanted Master to teach me. And I wanted to see Adam tied up. That thought jolted me.
Before either of us made a move, Adam mumbled something about needing sleep and left pretty awkwardly. I sat staring at the door after he left, wondering what would have happened if I had said something. Would he be sucking my cock right now? Would I be sucking his? Did I want to? Yeah, I thought, I did. My cock was now rock hard again. I grabbed my laptop, turned off the light, and stripped. I stretched out and leaned back on a pillow and then propped the computer between my legs so that I could stroke and surf porn at the same time. While I hadn't intended it, my surfing brought me back to Master's Tumblr page. Again. I was picturing myself inside these pictures. I found one that I knew to be Thomas despite the rubber hood; I recognized his cock and the slight curve of his ab muscles on his flat stomach. He was stretched out and tied by his wrists and ankles to the four corners of a bed on top of a black rubber sheet. Two lines of black clothespins ran between his crotch and up the sides of his abdomen, chest, and stopping at his nipples. They were connected by a black cord. His deep red and engorged cock was tied off and had a line of clothespins up the sensitive side, ending at his red and glistening cock head, and rising out of his piss sllt was an orange catheter that led to a clear plastic bag filled with yellow piss. The final detail made my cock twitch: a black leather crop rested on his red nuts. Thomas was clearly struggling because his fists were tightly clenched, as were the muscles up and down his smooth frame. I stopped stroking long enough to compose the email that I knew I needed to send to Master.
The staircase ended and opened onto a large stone chamber that was also illuminated by recessed red lighting, casting it and everyone in it with a red glow. There, waiting, were Toby, Caleb, Christian, and Jacob. All were kneeling in a circle with an empty large stone chair at the top of the formation, and were identically tied. Each had been tied with rope so that their arms were tied behind their backs, the rope making an X on their necks, pulling their chests and heads up into an awkward position. The position also stretched their arms so that I could almost see the individual lines of muscles beneath the skin, their sinews stretched tight. They were bound around their legs and thighs in a kneeling position, so it was clear they could not move. All of their cocks were hard, too. They looked like they may have been oiled as I had been as their smooth chests were shining in the chamber's red light. Thomas wasn't bound, but he kneeled in the circle with the rest. Master sat in the chair, motioning that I should kneel in front of him.
"Today we welcome you into the heart of our home, into the innermost secrets of our lives together. Once you begin this ceremony, you will be declaring your intention to join us, to become one of us. That process will culminate in a more involved ceremony in the future, but once you begin this process, there is no way to remain just a casual play friend. You're either one of us or you're out. So, if you back out at any point after this, you do so knowing that there is no turning back." Master paused, and I felt my heart race. "That also means that there's no safe word. You take whatever is done to you. If you can't handle it, you can ask for a pause, but not release. I will determine what you can handle, not you. So, if you have any doubts, any thoughts that you're not ready, I would rather you stop now than waste our time. We will make a commitment to you if you make one to us, but that starts now." Master stared at me, and I focused on slowing my breathing. I wanted this, I reassured myself.
"This is the moment where you make a decision. Do you want to begin the process of joining us, or do you want to take a time out? If you're ready, it is time to say the words you know I want to hear. Otherwise, you may say, `Not yet.' If you do, Thomas will escort you upstairs, and we'll talk again when you're ready."
I was scared, but I had no doubts. I looked him in the eyes. "Hurt me, Sir."
There was a barely audible sigh of relief in the room.
"Excellent." Master beamed. Then he turned serious again. "Stand with your hands behind your back." I followed his order. He stood and moved behind me. He ran his hands along my arms and chest, down to my cock. He began to stroke it. "You now have a special place in our home. As an Initiate, you are the responsibility of the entire group. They met privately and accepted you, so we've all been hoping you'd join us. It is their responsibility to teach you, thus if you make mistakes, they have agreed to accept punishment on your behalf. Until you're fully initiated and a full member of the group, you won't be punished for your mistakes; the group will, especially your sponsor." Master paused. "Thomas has volunteered to sponsor you, thus he'll take the most severe punishments on your behalf." I looked at Thomas who was kneeling and looking up to me. Wow. He likes me enough to be punished for me? I was stunned.
"We are a family here, and being a member of our house means more than being willing to engage in kinky sex. It is about being responsible for each other. Your actions impact everyone here, and during your probationary time as an initiate, that will be both symbolically and literally enacted. Today, as a symbolic representation of their acceptance of you and their commitment to you, your brothers will accept ceremonial pain on your behalf. Thomas will experience the most severe. I hope you appreciate what they are willing to endure for you." Master stopped stroking my glistening cock but held it firmly. "Your first task will be to milk each one of your new brothers. I want their cum added to that goblet." He pointed across the room to a crystal goblet atop a short stone pillar."One done, you may then milk Thomas's cum into the goblet as well."
He reached down and grabbed my nuts with his other hand and began squeezing enough to cause me to fight the urge to squirm. "You will also need to suffer for them symbolically: Once you've finished with Thomas, you will then jerk add your own cum to the mix." He stroked my cock slowly. "At that point, you are to drink it."
Damn. I thought to myself. I don't know if I can do that. It got worse.
"Drinking the mixed cum symbolizes your commitment to become one with them." He let me go and moved away from me. He stood and faced me. "But there's more. Once you've drunk the mixed cum, you must jerk yourself off again into the goblet, drinking it all each time until you're milked dry. When you can prove to me that you have no more cum, then I'll release Thomas. You'll be an Initiate then." He paused. "If at any point you don't think you can milk yourself any more but want to continue, I am prepared to help you. But it will cost Thomas. So you can earn my help, but there will be a penalty. I'll tie you up and continue your milking until I'm satisfied. Thomas, though, will definitely suffer as a result."
"Are you ready?" He asked me. I nodded slowly in response.
"Excellent." Master turned and stared at Thomas. "But first, we must prepare your Sponsor. You will assist me." He pointed at a nylon bag across the room. "Bring that here. Thomas! Stand up."
While Thomas was being prepared, I thought back to a recent conversation. Thomas and I were sitting on a stone wall looking out across a small pond on the back side of campus. We had been walking and talking about the week, my upcoming race, and living in the house. I had been afraid to bring up this last topic, so I looked out at the water instead of at him. "Why are you willing to be my Sponsor? I mean, you're going to have to suffer some pain for me, right?" I glanced over at him. He was looking right at me when he spoke.
"I want to do this for you. I like you a lot, and well," he paused searching for words. "He's going to tie me up in a stressful rope suspension. It will hurt a lot, and then he's going to make you do something in order to release me. I'm not allowed to tell you that detail, so I won't. But please know this: Every moment I'm in pain is my gift to you. No matter what happens, it'll make us brothers."
I sat there stunned. "Wow. I don't know what to say." I looked down at the stone wall and then back up at him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Just know this: Do your best and know that every single one of us has been in your position. We've all gone through this exact thing. We know it is tough. I won't be mad at you if you have to keep me tied up for a long time. And we won't be able to talk like this during it, but if you're worried just look me in the eyes." I did so now. "I'll be thinking that I'm glad we're doing this together because I want you to join us. Also remember this: I like the challenge and the pain. There's a part of me that wants it, really wants it, so the more intense it gets, the more turned on I get. It'll help me get through it if I know that turns you on, too, so use my pain to help you do what you need to do. Enjoy it. BUT," he paused then began laughing. "You are so gonna owe me." He punched me playfully in the arm.