Hell Week Final

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He listened as Morgan outlined the final tests they were to administer to their pledges during the party. It was to be the last test of them, before they would present their reports to the whole brotherhood, and vote on whether to accept or reject the application for membership. Morgan was such a pompous ass at times, this being one of them.

Morgan reminded them of their sacred duty, of how it was true test of courage, of loyalty and all the other bullshit that he seemed to actually believe, He even whipped his pants down, to show the long scar along his inner thigh from his own initiation. It still was quite red actually, and was long, though not as long as his dick.

It was typical Morgan too. He loved to show off his monster dick to everyone, and anyone. It was like he had a fetish or something, of being an exhibitionist. Still, Jake had to admit, it was always rather nice to tune Morgan out, and just stare at his long thick penis. Couple of the others would snicker a bit, but he knew they wished they had Morgan’s type of equipment.

As he waited for the droning of Morgan’s voice to stop, he thought about the latest potential members. They weren’t what he’d call great choices, though he was impressed by Chance. Odd name, but a good looking stud who was just maybe a bit too quiet. Still he like his attitude, his never questioning face and his willingness to follow through on whatever he was assigned to do.

Roland on the other hand was a pig. Snot nosed and arrogant, who would automatically make it, as long as he didn’t screw up too badly. He also was singled out for what Jake called the ‘light initiation’ simply because of who his daddy was. He hated that, the playing of favourites. Roland was chunky, always sweating and always smelled too. Yet his daddy was some big shot campaign fund raiser for the Democrat Party, and carried a lot of juice. The application for Roland read like a who who’s of the Party.

Chance on the other hand, had no such pedigree. He came from the Midwest, and didn’t have a huge bank account behind him. His folks were not poor, but they weren’t in the uber rich class that Roland and a few others were. Still, Jake liked him, because he wasn’t a snob, didn’t put on a front like Roland. He also had the look, that in many ways made Jake a bit horny.

He hoped Chance would make the final cut, as he rather liked him. Right from the start he felt he would make a good fraternity brother, though others weren’t too sure. Plus it was a numbers game. There were only so many spots open, and Roland was pretty much guaranteed one. Nate was another of those who had an inside track, due to his family, as did Zachary. That left only 2 open spots and there were 7 remaining applicants.

Knowing the tests, he figured that it would be close. It would come down to how well Chance did in his final test, one that Jake was rather looking forward to administering. It wasn’t that he was a pervert either, but it was so close that Morgan had reached into his bag of tricks to make it as hard as possible for the remaining candidates to succeed.

He had to give the jerk credit. Morgan knew how to test people, their endurance as well as their loyalty. So far it had been the standard ‘hell week’ stuff. The running around campus in dresses, in next to nothing outfits while it rained, in having to perform hard physical tasks at the drop of a pin. It had weeded out the lesser one’s quickly, but he was a bit surprised that there were still seven left.

Each of the seven would have to pass a few special tests. Morgan liked to call them his ‘control’ tests, designed to see how much control the new guys had over their bodies. Whether it was in holding their bladder, their muscles, it was all designed to test their ability to keep tight control over their bodies. He wasn’t sure how Chance would do, though he was going to be interested in finding out.

As the meeting broke up, with Morgan’s command to break them all, he noticed how he also took Johnny aside, the one on charge of Roland. He saw Johnny grimace, knowing how much he really would like to break Roland, knowing from his expression that Morgan was making sure he didn’t. He hated that as he headed to his room, to get ready for his go at Chance.

Chance was rather good looking, or so Jake thought. He had a good build, wasn’t overly muscular or anything. He had no real fat on him, his belly was flat and his arms and legs were solid. He had a nice face, his hair was a bit straggly at times, but it wasn’t long either. It had a bit of a curl to it, at the tips, and he nose was a bit wide for his lean face. Course it had been broken more than once, which accounted for that, something Chance never talked about.

Hell, he rarely talked at all. That sort of intrigued Jake, and also pissed him off. It wasn’t that Chance was a snob, just shy, yet when he had been told to walk around campus in a girl’s bikini he hadn’t blushed, or look astonished. He had simply done it, and frankly Jake had rather enjoyed the view too. His ass was a killer, it was so compact and yet looked so full. His crotch held equal promise, though it was like Chance had perfect control in that department. It rarely seemed to show his excitement, which was something Jake kept looking for. It did look promising, yet he really never was able to see how promising, but that would change shortly as he began to arrange the two television sets and DVD players.

Morgan wanted to see control, and he wasn’t going to disappoint their fearsome leader. He’d test control, his way. It was one reason why he felt so excited as he laid out some other props for his final session with Chance. The wooden paddle was polished, and ready. The leg cuffs were ready, as was the special gag. That had been Morgan’s brainchild.

‘He’s one of those ‘Sunday go to meeting’ boys Jake, this will make him either quit or not’ was how he had put it, as he revealed the gag. A long leather strap, with a formed cock in the middle. It was pliable, not overly large, but you could tell it was a cock. The instruction on how to prepare it before making Chance open wide, was ingenious. It also made Jake wonder if it would end his association with Chance.

The rap on his door startled him. Looking at his watch, he realized it was time. Taking one last look around, he threw a towel over his assorted little toys, before allowing entry to his victim. It had to be Chance, and he was right as the young man entered at his barked command. He was dressed as ordered, which pleased him too.

He stood by the door, not a stitch of clothing on, except a bright yellow one piece female bathing suit. It highlighted his groin, and he could see the outline of Chance’s cock as it was held up close to the flat belly. The balls looked quite full, as their edges hung out from the thin crotch portion of the suit. His legs were not hairy, though you could see some hair at the lower legs. His chest filled the top out nicely, as you could see his nipples underneath. The dark patches clearly showing through the yellow material.

Jake hid his smile, as he ordered Chance to stand in front of the bed. He then made him stand with his legs spread apart, as he kneeled down and applied the ankle bracelets to the feet. He tested them, made sure they were a good fit, and insured they wouldn’t rub or leave any marks.

As he applied the cuffs, Jake couldn’t help but feel the lower legs, feeling a bit excited as he could also smell the young man’s masculine scent. It towered above him, as he took a quick glance. It looked so inviting, that he couldn’t help but feel his own cock stirring.

‘Did you perform the proper preparations as instructed Pledge?’

‘Yes Sir’

‘I don’t want any surprises now, are you sure Pledge?’

‘Yes Sir, I am sure.’

‘Good, now lean forward, until the tips of your fingers touch the floor, keep your eyes looking at the floor, until I tell you otherwise. Do not move, no matter what Pledge, do you understand?’

‘Yes Sir’ he replied, as Jake watched him lean forward. It was awkward as he bent over, touching the floor with his finger tips. His head was bowed down, staring at the floor directly below. His buttocks was raised up high in the air, giving Jake an excellent view of the firm cheeks. Licking his lips, he turned and switched on the two television sets, then the two DVD players. One set was moved off to a side, the other would be clearly visible to Chance. Jake made sure the sound was off on both sets, before sliding in the DVDs.

He moved to one side, removing the towel over his pile of goodies. Selecting a thin paddle, he turned to make sure Chance wasn’t looking. He was being the ideal pledge, as he raised the paddle high, then brought it crashing down on the upraised buttocks. He saw the arms stiffen, felt the blow as it struck, heard the surprised grunt, the small little tremble of the body, but he didn’t move.

Jake gave him two more quick but hard whacks with the small paddle. Each whack making a loud smacking sound in his room, each one also making him a bit excited. He didn’t have to worry about his control, as he felt the stiffening of his own cock.

Turning he saw that both video’s were running, the warning sequences past. On one screen a full bosomed lady was undressing, while on the other, a hard bodied jock was stroking a huge cock. Jake looked at Chance, then ordered him to stand up. He watched his eyes, to see him glance at the two television sets. Carefully he noted how he took them both in, then settled on the Jock and his hard cock.

It made Jake grin a bit, as he ordered Chance to grab hold of his ankles. As he did, the buttocks was once more raised up and as they came up, Jake struck with the flat of his hand against each cheek. He felt the flesh beneath jiggle, shake to each blow. It also gave him a strange exhilaration, as he gave each cheek one more blow, then he turned and unzipped the suit, so that it was hanging down. Still fastened around the legs, but he had that covered.

Taking a sharp knife, he placed the cold steel blade flat on the side of Chance’s thigh. He felt the muscles tighten, felt the body stiffen as he slowly slid the knife up, until the edge was just under the leg band of the suit.

His eyes moved down, to stare at Chance’s groin. It didn’t look any larger, as he looked back to the knife. He reached out, lifted the material, then slid the knife up and heard it slicing through the thin fabric. The ripping sound made a strange echo in the room, and quicken his breathing as finally the last thread was cut, allowing the whole suit to fall away, exposing Chance’s entire body.

The cheeks were a bit pinkish, from its recent blows, and he could see some small hairs curling around the lower back, just above the valley between the cheeks. He let the flat edge of the blade rest there, for a moment. Chance didn’t say a word.

‘Keep your eyes on the movie Pledge.’

‘Yes Sir’ he answered, not a hitch or catch in his voice. It was like he had no emotion which was odd. He figured he would show something, but so far nothing. His eyes moved away from the firm cheeks, to see the cock dangling free.

It too seemed unaffected by the recent actions. It was long, bit on the thick side, but limp. Looking at it, he could see the soft folds of skin, specially around the tip, head. Chance was uncut, and there was no hard head poking out of the skin. Looking at the soft cock, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like, fully erect. If it doubled in size, it would certainly be a worthy contender to Morgan’s own cock.

Jake put the small paddle off to one side, as he stared at his toys. Glancing at Chance, he wished he’d get hard, but nothing was making an impression, yet. He took out the gag, and placed it in a bowl, the formed penis sticking up. Then he lay it down on the floor, just under Chance’s face. He stepped in front as Chance continued to watch the video.

‘Know what that is Pledge?’

Chance looked down, and then back towards the television set. ‘Yes Sir’

‘Look at it, and watch’

‘Yes Sir’

Jake waited till he was certain Chance was fully focused on the gag. Then he stepped forward, unzipping his pants and pulled out his cock. It was semi hard, which was struggle for him. He wished it would be hard, but not at this moment. He took hold of it, and aimed it at the bowl, and after a second or two, he felt the pressure release, felt his cock soften enough to let him pee.

The hot liquid poured in a steady stream into the bowl, as he moved his cock, so his stream of hot pee would strike the plastic cock. It did, splattering and he could feel the spray strike his legs, but he also saw it splash up, drops hitting Chance’s face. He didn’t flinch as he finished, the gag soaked in his pee.

‘Pick it up Pledge, then stand up and put it into your mouth.’

Jake stepped back, watching as Chance stared for a second at the gag. He watched him stare at it, at the yellow liquid all around, and then saw him reach out, and pick up the gag. His pee was dripping off it as Chance stood up and stared at Jake. His eyes moved down his body, to look at Jake’s still exposed groin.

‘Yes Sir’ he said, as he opened his mouth, and put the tip of the gag inside. He pushed it all in, holding it in place as the wet straps hung on either side.

Jake moved forwards, his pants at his ankles still, as he reached up to take the two strap ends, and pull them tight, and around Chance’s face. He connected them just behind the head, and made sure the gag was firmly in place. He could hear Chance breath through his nose, see the nostrils flare too. Jake could also smell the aroma of his piss as he stepped back, and then stepped out of his pants.

‘Watch the Videos, grab hold of your ankles and don’t move, don’t stop watching the movies’

Jake stepped behind, as he saw the cheeks moving upwards, the ridges on Chance’s back sticking out as he bent over, to take hold of his ankles. His face was puffed out, as he took in air from around the gag in his mouth. His eyes were raised up, watching the porn videos.

The buttocks was raised up, and he let his hand run along the firm skin. He felt them shiver a little, as he gently moved his hand over them. Glancing down, he saw the cock dangling, still no sign of the cock head. It was as if Chance was immune to the sexual overtones of his hand, of a plastic cock in his mouth, or of the two guys on the screen now sucking each other. Nothing seemed to phase him, as he grabbed the large thick wooden paddle. He’s see if nothing phased him.

He raised his hand back, his eyes staring at the two perfect orbs of flesh, and he watched as his hand came forward, the paddle a blur as it struck firmly across both cheeks. The sound echoed in his room, made him quiver as he watched the cheeks shudder. He could see the flesh flatten out push out to the sides from under the paddle. A deep red quickly began to show as he raised the paddle up and off the buttocks. A clear outline of the paddle was etched on Chance’s bottom.

Jake brought the paddle back down again, and again. Each deliberate blow making the flesh shake and shudder, and glow. The red was becoming brighter with each passing second, added to by each fresh blow. Chance held steady, his buttocks never moving too much, despite the firmness of his strikes. The legs were taut, he could see the muscles growing harder, as Chance maintained his position.

Glancing down, the cock would sway as the paddle struck. Still, it wasn’t any harder, any stiffer. Looking further up, he could see Chance was still watching the video, his nostrils still flaring as he took in as much air as possible with each breath. He was in perfect control, as Jake continued to paddle the behind. Each blow growing a bit harder, a bit more wild, as he couldn’t believe how much control Chance was showing. Not even a noticeable grunt escaped his lips, as the blows landed. Nothing but the sound of air as the paddle sliced through it, then the harsh smacking sound of wood on flesh, as it landed firmly onto the cheeks.

He was losing control, while Chance seemed unphased by it all. His cock refused to get hard, while his own was threatening to spurt any second. The sight of that uncut cock hanging there, the balls swaying with each smack of the paddle, only made his groin ache. He knew he would cum long before Chance was erect. It was that thought, that stopped his hand from crashing down one more time. Jake heard his heavy breathing, felt the racing heart in his chest as he stepped back, staring at his handiwork.

The skin was mottled purple and red now. There were thin lines of red, welts from the edge of the paddle beginning to form, and yet still his cock was not hard.

Jake moved to stand in front of Chance. He stared into his eyes, seeing an emptiness there. It was like he had simply cut his emotions off, that he was denying himself feeling anything. It was a bit scary, to see such control, but he wasn’t finished yet.

He knelt down, to stare at Chance’s limp penis. He reached out, to take hold of it, and as he did he felt a slight tremor, barely noticeable, as he held it tightly at the base. Slowly he ran his hand up the shaft, feeling the loose foreskin move upwards, further covering the head. Jake wrapped all of his fingers around the cock, and pulled back, exposing the cock head. He saw it winking, as if it had played possum long enough. A small evil grin crossed his face, as he looked up at Chance.

With his hand, he slowly pulled back more, then up, then back down. He would get him off, make him lose control by pure touch, but as much as he stroked it, there wasn’t much more of a reaction. The skin wasn’t as loose as it was at first. But it was tightening up.

Jake stood up, ordered Chance to bend over, and he stepped in closer. His own hard cock now brushed past the young man’s ear, as he leaned forward, and whacked Chance’s buttocks hard. He slapped each cheek several times, while grinding his hips forward, making his own erection rub across the side of Chance’s face.

‘Stand Up’ he shouted, and then once more kneeled down in front, taking Chance’s cock in his hand. Again he stroked it, harder this time, faster, and he could feel it tightening now. The foreskin was still a bit loose, but the head was poking out. He saw its redness, its dot of white at the tip, which made his hand go even faster. Still the skin wasn’t fully taut, as he leaned forward. His lips encircled the exposed cock head. His tongue licked out, taking the small drop of precum away, to be swallowed by his throat.

His lips moved around the head, holding it firmly as he pushed his whole face forward. His tongue licked out, as his hand moved down the shaft, pulling the foreskin back, exposing the tender head of Chance’s cock. His mouth closed around it, tasting it as he fed it to himself.

Slowly he felt it growing, but not fast enough. Yet the taste was making him hornier. His own body was trembling as he stood up. ‘Bend Over’ he yelled, and as Chance did, he reached over and undid the gag. He felt it fall out, as he grabbed a riding crop, and struck several hard blows across the upraised buttocks. His own cock was poking at Chance’s shoulder, then he reached down, grabbed hold of the hair and yanked up, until his cock was now aimed right at Chance’s mouth.

‘Suck it’ he commanded, as he thrust his hips forward. He felt the head of his cock push up against the warm mouth. Felt it not budge, then suddenly it opened. He felt the teeth graze the head of his cock, as he pushed forward harder. His cock moved into Chance’s mouth quickly, and he felt the throat muscles contract, felt them surround his throbbing cock, as he ground his crotch into Chance’s face. His hand pulling on Chance’s hair, pulling the head towards him.

Jake moved his hips from side to side, gyrating as he also moved in and out. He kept pushing his cock hard into the mouth, harder and harder until he was barely able to stand the growing pain inside. His chest was pounding, his pulse racing as he face fucked Chance. Every muscle, every nerve inside was screaming as he pounded his body into Chance’s mouth.

The balls slung up, and he knew he was about to cum. He couldn’t help himself, but just as the balls seemed to explode, he pulled his cock out of Chance’s mouth. He could feel his eyes on him, as he grabbed hold of his cock, and then pulled Chance up, to have him standing, as he stepped forward.

His cock was jerking in his grasp, and he felt his head rear back, as he looked down. He could see Chance’s cock, as he held his own cock near it. The pain in his groin was too much, as he cried out, as the first stream of his cum came flying out, to splatter across Chance’s own cock. He leaned forward, as more of his cum shot out. The sound of it hitting Chance was lost to the loud cries of release that he felt.

Slowly he felt it end, as he looked down at Chance’s groin. Jake’s cum splatter was all along and at last, he could see the cock was hard. The head stuck out, the pole was thickened by the rushing blood, and it had grown to an enormous size. It was as big, if not bigger than Morgan’s monster cock, as Jake fell to his knees. He stared for a second at it, before reaching out to grab hold of it, to wrap his whole hand around the base of it.

Glancing up, he saw a semi glazed look in Chance’s face, then he felt his eyes stare at the cock in front. He closed his eyes as he lunged forward, taking the cum soaked cock into his mouth. He could taste his own milk, as he let his teeth rake the hard pole. The skin felt like it was on fire, as he moved his mouth over it. He felt it bang the back of his throat, while he was still inches away from his fist, that held the base of the cock.

He felt the shudder, felt the whole body begin to tremble as he licked at the cock, as he twisted his mouth around it, and yet he couldn’t get to his fist, to the pubic hairs as the cock was just too big. He felt it shake, felt it move under his lips. Looking up, he saw the face drawn taut, saw the lips pursed together, as he sucked on Chance’s cock. He could feel the heat coming from his body, as he licked at the underside, his hand stroking the part of the cock his mouth couldn’t take.

Any second he thought, as he brought two fingers up and into his mouth, to widen his mouth, to take more of the giant cock, and to moisten them. His breathing was hard, ragged, as he sucked even harder, reaching around with his other hand, to push the two fingers up along the valley towards the pink hole. His hands pulled the flesh apart, digging forwards, as he sucked on the cock. His tongue licked, his lips tighten, as he found the hole, felt it with the tip of one finger, then the other, and he pushed inwards, as his head came rolling down the cock.

He heard the grunt, as he let his head pull back, freeing the penis. His tongue flicked out as he moved his head inwards, licking at the entire throbbing pole. He could feel it shake, as his fingers dug hard into Chance’s flesh, across his valley, then into the entrance to his insides. The tips pushed the tiny muscle apart, hard and quick. Chance moaned, as he dug the fingers in further, his mouth now licking at the balls, then the base of the cock. His other hand pushed them aside, as he licked between and under the balls

The sound of him panting, of him groaning drove Jake onwards. He had long since passed the stage of caring about testing Chance. He wanted his milk, wanted to taste it as he leaned back, took the head between his teeth and raked it. Chance’s whole body shuddered, as he cried out, as his balls slung upwards. His hands came out, and took hold of Jake’s head. He held his head between the two hands, as he drove his cock into Jake’s open mouth. As he did, he cried out, while the force of his push inwards, made Jake gag. He felt the cock strike the back of his throat, then stretch it. His mouth was filled beyond capacity by the hot flesh of the pole, that trembled as it roared past his lips.

Chance’s hand held his head tight, as the body convulsed and his cock seemed to stiffen even more inside of Jake’s mouth. It jerked, then suddenly it was spewing its hot cream down into the gagging throat. He felt the hot milk flowing down as he tried to swallow, his own body shaking as he took the cum. He felt it flow upwards, fill his mouth, and pour out of the sides, as it just kept coming. Chance wouldn’t let him loose, wouldn’t let his head move away, as he continued to fill Jake’s mouth with his milk.

He was gagging, desperately swallowing and wanting to retch, as the cum filled his throat, his mouth, his stomach, until at last, he felt the hands release his head. He felt the cock sliding out. The room was filled with both his and Chance’s heavy breathing, as the cock dropped out, and as Chance fell backwards, onto the bed. His cock was still sticking up, but as he looked, he could see it slowly going soft. The testicles looked drawn, empty as he heard himself panting.

The pain in his chest was almost too much, as he too leaned back, staring up at Chance’s open legs. He could see the small tufts of hair that curled down between each cheek. He also could see the red blush of the flesh, still growing darker, from his recent paddling. Jake felt his heart pounding, wondering who had lost control first, him or Chance. As he lay there, he really didn’t care. Chance was getting his vote.