Fashion Statement

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

‘Mister Wilkes, could you please explain that’

Johnny looked up from his desk, at the glowering professor, who was pointing his finger at him. He had hoped no one would really notice, which is one more reason he had scurried into class at the last possible second, and taken a back row seat.

Bad enough to have to wear the stupid wig, and other garish accessories, but he hoped no one would see the ‘other’ which frankly, hurt like hell. Now here was the Professor, not only noticing but making it a spectacle before the entire class.

All the heads were turned towards him, and he could see the various smirks and grins from several of his classmates. It was so damn embarrassing, and worse, he knew he’d never hear the end of it from the more popular one’s like Chris or Mark. They would make sure he was reminded of it, all semester, if not for the entire year.

‘Uh, Jewellery sir’

‘Jewellery? Now I know rings on the fingers, the occasional one through the nose even, those other things on the eyebrow at times, and earrings I certainly know from my own wife’s collection, but those Sir, those certainly do not seem to fall into that category. Stand up Mister Wilkes, I want to examine this new form of jewellery better.’

He did as ordered, though he felt like his whole face was not only beet red, but that his bare chest was as well. The earrings he had, the large hoop kind draped from both ears, different kinds, but similar. Even the painted fingernails with the dime store rings were all part of his get up, but as he stood up, he could hear the laughter. Even Julia who normally was supportive, was laughing.

He also saw how Chris was staring at him, pointing to his chest, and then turning to laugh at him, with Mark who sat next to him. They were always together, and now they were sharing his misery. If a hole could open up and swallow him, he’d dive in, not wait for it to take him down.

‘That chain Mister Wilkes, it seems weighted in the middle, is it?’

‘Yes Sir’

‘Doesn’t it hurt?’

‘Yes Sir’

‘I assume, judging by the rest of your attire, you are pledging some new fashion fraternity?’

‘Uh, no Sir, just Sigma Phi Tau’

‘I am not familiar with that one, is that the new fraternity over on Bullock Street?’

‘Uh no Sir, it is on Edwards Blvd’

‘Oh that Sigma Phi Tau, I see.’

He stood there, as the professor kept staring at him, as the others around him kept smirking. Johnny tried to not look at the others, afraid of having to defend his attire. There was no doubt that Chris was enjoying his discomfort, and Mark was certainly have a good time as well. The girls however, they seemed the worse.

Even Julia was giggling at him. Now he might look odd in the garish wig, the exaggerated earrings too, and he wasn’t exactly built with a six pack either. His pecs weren’t bulging, the stomach wasn’t fat, but it had a bit of a roll to it. After all he wasn’t a jock, just a typical eighteen year old freshmen at College. He jogged, but it wasn’t like it was a major commitment, or regular regime. He didn’t get up at 5am to go running, but would on the odd free afternoons he had. Sports were fun too, but to watch more than to play.

So he wasn’t six foot and a Greek God, he still didn’t think he was ugly. He weighed in at about 140, which wasn’t bad for a guy five foot eleven. His face wasn’t fat, but thin, to match the rest of his features. His hair might be a bit on the long side for the likes of the Professor, but it wasn’t more than half way past his ears.

As the novelty wore off, he decided to sit down, to stop being a spectacle for everyone’s warped sense of humor. The Professor seemed to have enjoyed his discomfort, and sitting back down, Johnny wished he didn’t have to take this class. He could already tell it was not going to be easy, and that the Professor was one of those who enjoyed tormenting his students. Well not all, just the one’s who didn’t quite fit into his mold of what a student should be like.

Now Chris and Mark, well they fit. Like that was a surprise? Mind you, he wouldn’t mind a tussle with Chris either, just like about 99.999% of the female population. Course he wasn’t about to approach the local Campus God, or anyone else for that matter. Even his attempt at pledging Sigma Phi Tau had been forced onto him, which he was regretting already. And it was only day one of pledge week.

He barely heard the droning speech by the Tormentor, known as the Professor. Johnny never really hated anyone as much as he now despised the Professor. Bad enough he had noticed his outlandish getup, but then it was Hell Week. There wasn’t any need to single him out, to make it worse than it had to be. Others were dressed just as weird, even super stud Chris had makeup on his face, and no one was giggling at him. Least not to his face.

As the class came to a close, he couldn’t help but notice how Chris was constantly looking back at him. It gave him a sinking feeling, figuring the guy was going to nail him after class, or was plotting out some sort of joke, to further humiliate him. Now, maybe he was being a bit paranoid, as he watched his classmates begin to file out, most of them stopping to stare at his outfit, at the pair of clamps that were squeezing his nipples, the dangling chain that had a small weight off the middle.

The girls were cruel, giggling and some laughing out loud as they passed by, but the guys weren’t any nicer. Still, it was nearly over, and after this, he had one other class left, before he could lock himself in his dorm room. Least there, no one would see, no one could touch him.

Still he had about an hour before the next class, which was on the other side of the campus. It wouldn’t be worth his time to go back to the dorm, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to walk all that way in the open. As he stood up, pondering how to find a less obvious route, he noticed that Chris was still out in the hallway.

As he walked out, he immediately turned to go the opposite way, not wanting to cross swords with Chris right now, or anyone else. Though he was a bit surprised that Chris’ sidekick Mark was no where to be seen. With his luck, he was lurking somewhere to spring out, but as he quickly made his way down the hall, twisting and turning his head to check out every nook and hiding space, he didn’t find any lurking Mark.

He did notice that Chris was following him though, which got the hairs on the back of his arms raised. He felt threatened, though he couldn’t place why. It wasn’t that anyone knew about his other side, about his orientation, as his parents had referred to it. No one knew, and yet he was always looking over his shoulder, afraid that someone did know, or worse, had pinned a sign on his back saying Faggot.

It was irrational, but it was how he had felt. High School had been bad enough, and while he had gotten through without any serious bullying, his parents had found out. Johnny still didn’t know how, but it was like his worst nightmare coming true. The way his father had spoken so sternly to him, reminding him of his duty as a man to keep the family bloodline going, like that was gonna happen?

His mother had been no better, saying he was more or less spitting in God’s face. That really made him wince too, because deep down, he still believed in God. Not the kind his parents did, but he did believe in some higher authority, but one a lot more compassionate, caring than the one his parents prayed to every Sunday. Course his defence didn’t help matters, and instead of going to a University like USC or even San Diego, he got stuck here.

The summons to attend at the house on Edwards Blvd, was accompanied by a stern note from his father too. It was like a command from on high, which he wasn’t about to disregard, and now here he was, running away from the most popular guy on campus, already the butt of every joke possible, thanks to that command. It had to be his father’s way of punishing him, for being queer, for not agreeing to put aside the silly nonsense of being attracted to other men.

That was how his father had put it too, a silly attraction to men, because he wasn’t as manly in appearance as the others. It hurt to hear that crap, and it only made his mother smile, even nod her approval as his father’s words had hit home. Well screw them both, but even now, at college, he wasn’t free of their influence.

Sigma Phi Tau was new here, and in a rather modern house too. The guys inside had seemed friendly enough, and some were certainly equal to Chris in status and looks. It was seeing one of them, walking through the house with nothing but a towel around his middle, that had convinced him of not running. The guy had smiled at him, and that was rare. That and the fact he had a boner, which had given Johnny some interesting thoughts later on. Thoughts he would never divulge though, for fear of being outed.

As he turned the corner, he looked over his shoulder, to see that Chris had gained on him. Well that wasn’t a surprise, given how the guy was a Jock, and was a star in this and that sport, including track. Why him, he wondered, instead of him? Why did God bless people with no brain, no compassion, with perfect bodies, while giving people like him, the dregs, the common look? Was it really a punishment, for being who he was?

He was tired, and leaned against a locker. Okay, what was the worse that could happen, he thought. If Chris wanted to torment him, he’d only make it worse if he managed to escape him now, so he might as well stop running, and let it happen. Least it would be over, for now.

He was still panting as Chris rounded the corner and spotted him. The taller man stopped, and walked closer, looking around as if he was making sure no one else was about. Johnny felt panic inside, wondering just what it was that Chris was going to do, that he needed to make sure no one was watching.

He felt the terror inside, as Chris came up to him, glancing one last time around. Even though he was feeling like he was about to be beaten up, he couldn’t help but check the guy out. The way his legs filled his jeans, the way his basket looked so full, all made him tingle inside, despite the panic. It was odd, as suddenly Chris reached out, and placed his hand squarely on his chest, and pushed him back further into the metal locker.

‘Tell me about that Fraternity’

His voice was soft, yet filled with menace. For a second he didn’t comprehend, didn’t understand. That hesitation made Chris look angrier, and his hand now reached off his chest, and he held the chain in his fingers.

‘I said tell me’

‘Tell you what?’

‘What goes on inside, tell me or you’ll regret it’

Johnny felt his whole body shake, as Chris pulled the chain a little, making the clamps that were on his nipples pull. He felt like screaming, as the pain shot into his body. It was bad enough to be dressed this way, to have those things on his nipples, but this was too much.

‘I don’t know what goes on there, I am not a member yet’

‘Don’t give me that shit, why else would you want to pledge there, if you didn’t know what goes on.’

‘Wasn’t my choice, honest, don’t… don’t that hurts’

Chris twisted the chain a bit tighter, the pain grew. He could feel one of the clamps digging deeper, feel it pulling at his flesh.

‘Like I believe that? Give or it’ll hurt a lot more than it does now.’

‘Honest, it wasn’t my choice, my father insisted, he arranged it all, honest, please, please don’t.’

For a moment he had this idea of trying to duck under the other man’s arms, and run off. The idea was appealing, but if he did, he knew that Chris wouldn’t let go of the chain, and that in running, he’d wind up ripping the clamps off. Even the idea of bearing that pain crossed his mind, he knew he wouldn’t run because it would mean letting the clamps come off. He had to keep them on, or not pass his first test.

Chris’ face moved in closer, and Johnny felt his hand take hold of the clamp on his left nipple. He felt the fingers squeeze against the clamp, making it dig in deeper. He cried out, feeling the pain rolling inside, feeling it make him cry out again, as Chris kept squeezing it. He was making it tighter, and the pain was almost unbearable. Yet he held on, suddenly desperate to not fail this one simple task, to keep the clamps on until this evening.

‘Honest, I don’t know what goes on there, please, stop, it is just a fraternity, stop, God please, stop.’

Chris moved his hand away, and the pain seemed to continue. His eyes were filled with tears, as he reached up to wipe them away, to stare at Chris. God how handsome he was, and how he hated him right now. He had no idea why he was so interested in Sigma Phi Tau, or what it was about it that had him pissed.

‘I don’t believe you.’

He said the words so softly, so quietly that for a second it didn’t register. Then he felt the fear rising inside, just as Chris shot his hand out. Johnny felt the hand wrap around his crotch, digging into the flesh through his pants. His cock was suddenly being squeezed hard in the man’s hands, the pain racing up his body.

‘Tell me’

His words were like shots striking metal. He wanted to tell him, but what? It wasn’t like he even knew, no matter how hard Chris squeezed his balls and dick. There wasn’t anything for him to tell. The pain was too much, his eyes were clouded, and the sweat was dripping from his forehead, as he tried to tell Chris, to plead with him that he didn’t know anything.

Johnny felt his heart pounding, felt it trying to break out of his chest. He could feel his chest heaving, as he tried to catch his breath, to dull the pain that came up from his crotch. Chris squeezed him even harder, digging his whole hand up into his groin. He felt like he was being lifted up by the force of the other man’s hand. His feet seemed to be barely on the floor, as he cried out in pain.

‘Let me go, I don’t know anything, let me go.’

The hand only squeezed him more. It felt like his testicles would be crushed in his vice like grip. Tears were rolling down his face, as he tried to convince Chris, to get him to stop. It didn’t seem to work, as he tried to lift himself up, to ease the pain shooting up from his groin.

Finally the hand let him go, and he sank back down to rest firmly on his feet. He was sweating badly, his shirt was feeling soaked, but the pain was gone. Johnny opened his eyes, to stare into Chris’ face. God, how could someone so good looking be such a bastard he wondered?

Chris stepped back, and stared at him. The eyes, a soft blue in color looked so ominous, so cruel that he felt the panic only increase. He still wasn’t sure that Chris wasn’t going to hit him, and when he lifted his hand up, Johnny flinched. It only made Chris laugh, a rather nasty little laugh that didn’t allay his fears too much.

The hand moved over to his other nipple, the fingers again around the clamp, and he turned away, to look at them. He couldn’t help but watch, knowing that he was about to endure some more pain. He licked his lips, as once more Chris asked him what went on at the Fraternity.

Again he told him he didn’t know, as he watched the hand squeeze the top of the clamp, releasing the claws, and then he tossed them aside, freeing his nipple from the clamps grip. Panic seized him, and for the first time since he realized Chris was following him, he didn’t fear him. Instead he felt like he had failed, that he would never get accepted.

‘Bet that feels better, besides, you can always put them back on, not like anyone would know.’

Johnny looked up at Chris, saw how his face was suddenly much more taut, more intense. The eyes stared hard at him, as his hand moved and he released the other nipple clamp, and then tossed them to Johnny, who grabbed them in mid air. It was all a joke to Chris, a way to just have fun at his expense.

Still, he was right, who would know? He could put them back on, and there wasn’t anyone around who could say they had ever been off. Yet it didn’t feel right, as Chris just stared at him.

Chris stepped back, and stared at Johnny. His eyes were like tiny silvers as he looked him up and down. Finally he shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It felt so degrading, so painful as he stared back, not sure what to say or do. Yet, even in that state he couldn’t help but notice how full Chris’ basket looked. Even that didn’t change his opinion of the guy, and he knew he wouldn’t have any more dreams about him either. The guy was a total shit, and he’d not forget.

‘Keep your mouth shut, if you know what is good for you, got it?’

He just nodded, as Chris turned and headed back the way he had come. For several minutes he stood there, unsure of what had just happened, then he looked down at his bare chest. The marks on his nipples were deep, and he felt ashamed for failing. Okay it wasn’t his fault, but would they understand back at the fraternity?

Wincing, he managed to put the clamps back on, and adjust the weight once more. Then he glanced at his watch, and headed to his class, knowing he’d be late. Still, he had no bruises, and had escaped more or less unscathed. Still having the clamps taken off, bothered him.

All through class and afterwards, he kept wondering if anyone had seen Chris stalk him, had witnessed him threaten him? If they had, would they support him if he went to the Dean’s office? And should he? Wouldn’t that even make it all worse? Like who would believe a geeky freshmen like him over a super jock stud like Chris?

As he approached the house, and was allowed inside, he wondered if anyone would notice if the clamps had been off or not? He doubted it, and for the first time since Chris had squeezed them, he felt their presence. Looking down at them, he realized that he was used to the pain, that somehow they were more of a badge of honour now, rather than just a way to torment him for pledge week.

He was shown into the main room, the dining hall they had called it. A long wooden table filled the entire room, with chairs for the members to sit at. At the far end, at the head was his Pledge Master. Derrick was his name, and he had seemed nice enough, but then too, he was the one who had come up with the nipple clamps.

‘So Pledge Wilkes, I see you are still properly attired.’

‘Yes Sir’

‘Are you ready for your next task?’

Johnny couldn’t see him clearly, the light in the room was soft, and there were too many shadows. Off to his right was one of those giant wooden screens, that hid the service area behind. He felt like he could just nod, or say yes, but he felt the shame inside. It had been a simple task, yet he had failed, and he couldn’t let them know he had cheated.

Okay, he hadn’t cheated really, but he had enjoyed the brief time with the clamps off, and if he didn’t tell Derrick, well that would be cheating then. He couldn’t do that, even if it meant being rejected. Besides, he was used to being rejected.

‘No, no, I am sorry, but they uh, they came off. It wasn’t my fault, Honest, but I put them back on.’

‘What do you mean, they came off? You aren’t telling me they fell off, are you?’

‘No Sir, they were taken off, I swear it wasn’t me, but uh, well, earlier, uh, this guy, well, I don’t know how to say it, but he took them off. I didn’t ask him to, he just did it.’

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know, guess as a prank?’

‘Did it feel like a prank?’

‘No, no I guess not.’

‘Do you know who this ‘guy’ was?’

‘Yes’

‘And?’

‘And what?’

‘Who is he?’

‘What does it matter?’

‘It matters Pledge Wilkes, as you have violated the terms of your first task, now if what you say is true, then give us this person’s name, so we can confirm your story, and so you aren’t rejected for membership, that is why it matters Pledge Wilkes.’

‘Why would I make it up? He did it, and if you don’t believe me, well giving you his name isn’t going to change that, is it?’

He saw the other man, lean back in his chair, as he folded his hands behind his head. It appeared like there was a grin on his face, though why Johnny couldn’t figure out. His heart was pounding, as he waited for the verdict. Somehow he knew he would be rejected, it was like everything he did always turned to shit. This was just one more example, where things had a way of going bad for him.

What his father would say or do, he didn’t know. His note telling him he had to join this place was pretty plain. Either he made it, or he was cut off. No money for tuition, no money for supplies, not even money to live on. He’d have to leave school, and worse, he had no where to go. Home was out of the question, and as his depression seemed to grow, he heard a strange noise. It was like someone else was in the room, and he lifted up his face, to stare over at Derrick.

A shadowy figure suddenly came out from behind the wooden screen. It looked vaguely familiar, as he tried to see into the darkness surrounding him, but he couldn’t. Instead he had to wait, till the figure moved more into the room’s light, and he stood beside Derrick. There was no mistaking that face, that body either.

It was Chris.

‘His father was right Derrick, the kid has balls.’

‘Then I see no need for further tests, do you Brother Chris?’

‘No I don’t, he’ll do.’

‘Good, I concur.’

With that the two men both came towards him, and he felt Derrick gently remove the clamps from his nipples. Then Chris too the wig off, while Derrick removed the earrings as well. When he was shorn of the attire, he felt relieved, and proud of himself.

Chris stood in front of him, and his face was studying his, then it broke out into a smile. He felt the man’s hands reach out, and this time he didn’t flinch. Johnny felt them take him by the shoulders, and pull him close. He felt the hard lump of the man’s groin press into his body, and then the wet kiss on one cheek. Pushing him back, Chris smiled at him, and as he did, his hand moved down and gave Johnny a gentle little squeeze at his crotch.

‘Yep he’ll do just fine’

Pledge Uprising

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The fuck with what Charlie wanted. Art stared out at Lester and Mark, knowing that he was not going to listen to the great leader Charlie, that as Pledge Master, he would make damn sure that these remaining two pledges were worthy of Sigma Phi Tau. Besides, he had missed on being leader by one stinking vote, and he knew that Charlie had bought the election, just as his hero Bush had done. Well he’d show that panty waist a thing or two.

His whole demeanour became menacing as he stared at Lester. The smallest of pledges he had ever seen. A scant 5’ 8” and if he weighed more than 125 lbs, he’d eat shit for breakfast. The guy was nothing but a rack of bones, and how he had made it this far in pledging to the fraternity was beyond him. Maybe he had sucked Charlie off? That would get him a pass, until now.

He’d have to do a lot more than suck his cock, that was for sure. He doubted if he could, but then again, it would be only fair. Art liked to think of himself as being fair minded, giving anyone a fair shot at being a total drip, total failure. He smiled, which made his lip curl up around one of his buck teeth. It gave him a look that some had laughed at, others had trembled at. It was his nasty look and he could see skinny Lester start to shake.

Fact that poor Lester, along with Mark were butt naked in a room with the windows open wide, the air conditioner going full blast didn’t come into it. Art knew he shivered because of his stare. Mark on the other hand, just stood there, expressionless. His stance was just right. Legs were spread apart just enough to show off his bulge, his full balls, and yet it seemed to piss Art off more than it should. It was almost as if he was being dared, taunted really. He hated that, as he glared at Mark, noticing his frosted tipped hair bangs, the bright white that actually looked good with his more yellowish blond hair. There were some dark patched near the back, but it made Mark’s face look a bit fuller than it was.

It was a good contrast to his deep blue eyes, that always seemed to be following him around. No matter when he turned to look, those eyes were staring at him. He had yet to catch him looking anywhere else, and at first it felt good. It was like he was being adored, admired for his own good looks. Yet as Hell Week had worn on, he became annoyed by it.

‘Give me 10 pledge’ he barked at Mark, who immediately dropped to the floor and began to do ten push ups. His body was lean, nearly six foot, and his body weight fit his height. He had long legs, that were beefy at the top, but still robust at the lower level. His feet were a bit oversized, but he liked how the toes were all well formed. No cross overs, no wedged up and under other toes. He kept his nails trimmed too, which had been a surprise.

Still, there was something about him, that irked Art. He watched his buttocks rise and fall, feeling that urge inside, wanting to rip those white y-front jockey shorts off, and just plug those cheeks with his own manhood. He loved that idea, and his smile grew colder as he contemplated on how he could do it, without the freshmen running to Charlie, or worse the Campus Fuzz.

Mark finished, and stood back up, again assuming that same position. There wasn’t even a drop of sweat on his brow, as he stood there, his hands behind his back. Art did notice that his bulge was a bit more pronounced, but nothing more.

Turning towards Lester, he saw him still trembling, his eyes wide open. They weren’t anywhere as attractive as Mark’s. They had thin eyebrows above, with a few strands overly long. If anything, they gave him a rather girly look that he despised. His ribs were showing too, and he knew that if he was to blow hard enough, his breath alone would make him sway, if not fall over. The kid was just that, a kid. He shouldn’t be here, should be off in some sandbox playing.

Art reached out, and took the leather paddle. It was firm, bit pliable and certainly not the most effective of paddles, but he didn’t want to break any bones in poor little Lester’s behind. He smiled as he let it rest in his grip, then he slapped it once or twice against his thigh as he looked at Mark, then at Lester. His smile grew wider as he saw Lester’s eyes widen, saw them flicker with fear inside.

‘Stand and face your pledge brother Mark’ he ordered, watching Lester hurry to obey his sharp command.

‘Spread your legs wider Pledge Mark’

‘Yes Sir’ was the reply, and he enjoyed the way he had curled the ‘sir’ around.

‘Pledge Lester, bend over & stick your head between the legs of Pledge Mark, all the way under so it sticks out the backside, then reach around, and hold onto his upper legs, hard.’

‘Yesss Sir’ was the reply as he moved to obey. His tiny head went easily between Mark’s legs, his shoulders were tightly into Mark’s upper legs, as his puny arms wrapped around, holding each leg firmly.

‘No matter what, Pledge Mark, you will, I repeat, you will insure your pledge brother doesn’t move forward, not one inch, is that clear?’

Mark stared at him, his eyes seemed to flicker for just a second, before he answered. It gave him a moment’s pause, as he held the paddle in his fist, raising it backwards and then lowering it to his side. His face grew taut, as he stepped to one side, closer to the two pledges. He reached out with his hand, and yanked the thin shorts down, exposing the pure white flesh of Lester’s buttocks.

He felt his body stiffen, and he couldn’t help but notice the quick glance down from Mark. It made him smile as he leaned back now, once more raising the paddle far back. He stared at Mark’s face, as he let the paddle swing forward, with some force.

The loud sound of the paddle striking the flesh echoed in the room. He saw Mark’s face flinch, watched his muscles stiffen, as the boy between his legs yelped out his pain. He heard the shrill voice cry out, just after the paddle had met the fleshy buttocks. A pink tint began to grow across both quivering mounds of flesh, as he raised the paddle back again. His eyes moved away from Mark, to stare at his handiwork.

It was amazing, at how the skin was already beginning to show the discoloration, to grew darker in color. He swung again, letting the paddle come down with equal force as before. He saw the body jerk, saw it twitch, saw the legs shake as the paddle had met the fleshy cheeks. The cries grew more shrill, and he knew if he looked, Lester would have tears rolling down his cheeks.

The notion of him crying seemed to spur him on, as he raised his paddle again, and once more brought it forward, but this time with a bit more force. The air seemed to move faster, make more sound, as he let his hand flash forward, driving the hard leather paddle firmly up against Lester’s shaking buttocks. IT had hit high, and the shriek of pain made him stop staring at Mark, but at Lester’s trembling body. He heard him cry out, begging him to stop, that it hurt too much.

‘Let him go’ he commanded, and Mark relaxed his leg muscles, as Lester moved back, and stood up. He turned to glare at Art, his face streaming with tears, as he pulled his shorts up over his exposed groin. Art had seen his cock, that was just like the rest of Lester. It wasn’t huge, not even thick to compensate for lack of length, and the sight of it did nothing for Art.

‘You have failed Pledge Lester, you know what that means?’

Lester reached out to find his pants, and he began to pull them up his legs, as he stared at his tormentor. His eyes were fiery, burning embers really, which surprised Art greatly. He didn’t think the little guy had it in him.

‘Yes, I know, and I am glad. Who wants to be a member with a sadist like you around.’

He grabbed his shirt, shoes, and left, before Art could say a word. The sudden outburst had surprised Art, as he watched Lester flounce out of the room, his final shot of slamming the door only punctuating his earlier remarks.

There was silence in the room, as he tried to collect himself. At first he wondered if Lester would go running to Charlie, or maybe to the Dean’s office? Then if he did, it wasn’t like a paddle or two would be anything to lose sleep over. Besides, Mark could verify it was nothing unusual, not as hard as it could be, or that it was applied with any sense of viciousness. Or would he?

Art turned his attention to Mark, who just stood there. His face was expressionless, but his eyes still looked at Art in a way that was unsettling. He felt his heart skip a beat or two, felt his body stiffen, as if it sensed some sort of hidden danger.

‘What are you staring at Pledge?’

‘Nothing… Sir.’

Art felt his eyes narrow, felt his face grow taut, as he tried to find any hidden meaning in the two word reply. The way he had drawn out the sir perturbed him. His eyes moved up and down Mark’s face, looking for a clue, a hint at to what he might be thinking.

‘You don’t approve?’

‘Approve? Not for me to say… Sir’

‘I give you leave to speak your mind Pledge, do you approve? Do you think I was too harsh with… with pledge Lester?’

Now it was Mark’s turn to look thoughtful. His eyes flickered a little, as they stared at Art. He could feel a strangeness, a sort of animosity coming from the look, that gave him a bit of a start. He didn’t think Mark cared about much, other than becoming a fraternity brother of Sigma Phi Tau. Yet, his look, his stance, seemed to indicate maybe there was a lot more to him, than Art first supposed. Maybe Mark wasn’t just some pretty boy, with rich parents?

‘Come on, speak up. Do you, or do you not approve of my handling of your brother pledge? Say what’s on your mind, it won’t have any effect on your application, I give you my word, as a brother.’

Mark’s lips curled as Art had said the last bit. He noticed it, and noticed too how his nostrils flared a little, as he suddenly adjusted his stance. His feet grew closer together, as he looked right into Art’s face.

Mark’s eyes moved up and down Art’s entire body. He stared at his crotch, at his chest, and then back at his face. The smile never left his face, as he finally spoke out.

‘You can dish it out good, but you can’t take it, can you?’

‘I can take it, everyone who is a member here has proven themselves.’

‘Oh? Not from what I have heard.’

‘What, have you heard precisely?’

‘That you got a pass, a free ride to join.’

‘Is that what you heard? It isn’t true.’

‘Isn’t it? I doubt you could handle a small sample of your own handiwork, let alone go through a week of it.’

‘I can handle it better than you have.’

‘I doubt it, you just aren’t the type who can.’

‘And you know this how?’

‘Your eyes, your look, I have seen it before, I know your kind, the rich snob, the elite, who think they are so much better than everyone else. Oh, don’t try to act like you aren’t that, it is written all over your face.’

‘Who the fuck are you to say that to me? You are just some freshman who was lucky to be invited. And I thought you would make it, I certainly was wrong on that score.’

‘though you said, ‘nothing I said would be held against me’, going to go back on your word… brother?’

Art glared, as his chest heaved from the realization that Mark wasn’t just some pretty boy. He wasn’t the type to be easily fucked with, and somehow he knew he was in danger, more from Mark than Lester.

‘Whether I fail you or not, you won’t make it here. We don’t go for your type.’

Mark stared at Art, then to Art’s surprise he stepped forward, not letting Art move, as he grabbed his hand, and placed it over his crotch. He shoved Art’s hand down his shorts, until the fingers were rubbing up against his cock. His eyes held Art’s in their glare, as he spoke, in a soft menacing tone.

‘I have the equipment to be very welcomed, as you can feel, don’t I… brother?’

He wanted to pull his hand away, to stop touching the hot pole he was feeling, but he couldn’t. He had always wanted it, to touch it, to feel it, to even suck on it. Art felt himself beginning to sweat, as he stared into the rich blue eyes, to feel them reading his very thoughts. He could see the smile curving around Mark’s lips, as his hand lay inside of Mark’s shorts.

Mark pulled Art’s hand out, and stepped back a step or two. His face was alit by his smile, but it wasn’t a warming smile as he reached back down, and pushed his shorts down his legs. His eyes never once stopped staring at Art, as he bend over, pushing his underwear off his legs. Standing up, Art was treated to the sight of a fully erect cock.

It was more than he had thought, as it was thicker at the base, but not much less as the long shaft stared at him. He could see the cock head, its color a deeper reddish purple than the rest of the cock.

‘you want this, don’t you… Sir’

He just nodded, knowing that somehow he shouldn’t. Yet the vision of that cock, of actually have a chance to enjoy it was too much. His mind was torn between the danger it was feeling, and the lust that was overwhelming him.

‘Prove you are worthy, & you can have it anyway you want to?’

His eyes moved to the hard cock, then up to Mark’s face. He could see he was serious, that he would give him what he wanted, but how? How could he prove he was worthy?

‘how’

Mark smiled and turned his head, to look at the tray of goodies that was on Art’s desk. The tray held a large wooden paddle, a small bamboo cane, and two medium sized dildos. Art’s eyes bulged a bit as he turned to stare at Mark, knowing exactly what he wanted. It was payback, and yet he couldn’t help but think it would be worth it. His eyes stared back down, at the prize, if he would just agree.

‘Yes’

‘Are you sure? You know the rules, you don’t survive it all, you won’t get even a sniff, let alone a taste.’

‘You don’t scare me, I know the rules, I can take whatever you think you can dish out.’

Mark smiled as he stepped forward. He looked right into Art’s face, his breath wafted across the face, as they looked at each other. Art tried to hold eye contact, but he felt the small trickle of fear inside, growing as he looked into those blue eyes. They seemed so solid, so unyielding, that it made him shiver a little.

‘Just so you know I am serious, get on your knees, and have a small taste of your prize. Come on, before I change my mind’

Art dropped to his knees and he reached out with one hand, to wrap it around the hard cock. He could smell the mix of cum and cologne, of testosterone, as he opened his mouth. He let his lips slide over the head, feeling a rolling wave of excitement inside his body. His arms shook as he reached out to hold Mark’s cock, but his hand was pushed away.

‘Suck but no touching.’

He let his hand fall to his side, as he took Mark’s huge cock into his mouth. Art felt the thrill inside, felt it make his heart pound a bit harder, his pulse race a bit faster, as he tasted the hard cock. His nostrils sucked in the aroma of the young man, the mix of stale sweat, of even cum, as he let his mouth slide up and down the throbbing pole. His nose dug into the soft groin, but as he heard his own heart pounding, his own lungs sucking in air, he heard nothing from above him.

Mark’s hands reached out, and he felt them on his forehead, then the hard push as he was forced back. The voice was hard and cold as it registered in his mind.

‘No more sampling. You ready to earn your chance at my dick?’

Art was on his back, his hands stretched out holding him from the floor. His legs were in front, stretched out as he looked at the moist cock, his saliva still glistening on it. He didn’t see the glint in Mark’s eyes, not that it would have mattered, as he nodded his agreement.

‘Strip and be quick about it.’

He stood up and quickly tore off his shirt. The blast of cold air made him shiver, but he ignored it as he pushed his jeans down to his ankles, then kicked his shoes off, then the pants. He reached down, and removed his socks, before standing up to push his shorts down his lanky body. He felt the cold now, as his cock sprang out from his shorts. It was fully erect, some pre cum oozing from the tip. Mark glanced at it, and smiled as he made Art turn around, then bend over, to grab hold of his own ankles.

Mark stepped in closer, using his knee to push the legs further apart, then stepped back and off to one side. He stood there, watching, as Art waited for what he knew would be a hard whack.

The silence was almost unbearable. The sound of the air conditioner humming and the other little noises seemed overly loud to his ears, as he waited. Sweat was beading up on his forehead, but it was the cold sweat of anticipation, not one of just excitement. His legs were taut, his cheeks felt cold as he waited. There was not a sound from Mark, almost as if he had left the room. Art knew he hadn’t but his own heavy panting was masking any sound that Mark might be making.

The force of the blow surprised him. Its painful sound crackled in his ears, as the pain leapt through his whole body. He hadn’t even heard it coming, which only made it seem worse. It made him stumble forward a step or two, but held his position. The stunning blow began to subside, but before it could totally dissipate, he heard the harsh rush of air blow next to him, and he knew another hard shot was about to land on his upraised buttocks.

The force was even harder than the first. Despite his knowing it was coming, he couldn’t help but cry out as it struck. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, that something way too hot had suddenly been rammed onto his flesh. His legs nearly buckled as the pain went racing up and down his body. They went up his spine, down his legs to his toes. He felt them curl, as tears began to well up in his eyes.

The sound of air broke through the raging pain that was racing inside. Mark wasn’t waiting, he was bringing him another hard blow that when it landed, made him cry out even louder. The sound was still reverberating through the room when he felt a fourth blow strike across his buttocks, but it was higher up, near his tailbone. Art cried out loudly, as the pain was so intense. His whole body shuddered as the force of the blow, along with the pain, made him stumble forward several steps. One hand had let go of his ankle, the other gripping it as hard as he could.

His eyes were clouded with tears, as he felt his teeth bite onto his lips. Art wanted to cry out, to stop the harsh pain that suddenly seemed endless. His legs were near to buckling, he felt them tremble, felt the muscles shaking as the pain raced inside. His nerves tingled as he steadied himself, knowing much more was to come.

It didn’t take long for another hard blow to reach his buttocks. He could feel the pain, each tingle of his nerves making him cry out, making the tears drip from his cheeks. His hands held him steady, helped keep his legs from buckling as his chest heaved with the emptiness inside his lungs.

His mouth tasted blood, his blood as he struggled to stand, to keep from falling. He heard the even breathing from behind, knew that Mark hadn’t even worked up a sweat, yet. The fear inside made him grimace, as he wanted to end it now, to stop his own humiliation. He knew he would blackball Mark, but it didn’t seem to help him absorb the pain. It didn’t ease the burning sensation that was spreading across his buttocks.

Suddenly he felt Mark’s strong arm wrap around his middle, and he felt suddenly frightened. The burning of his ass was nothing to the new pain that began to work its way into his body, as the arm held him steady. It was as if he was being pried open, as if Mark had found a huge can opener, that was splitting his body wide open.

He cried out, the pain too much. Still it didn’t stop, it didn’t go away but grew more intense as he heard Mark’s hot breath around the back of his neck. ‘No, you can’t quit just yet’ was whispered into his ear, that made the hairs on the back of his arms stand up straight.

The hard press between his legs grew, and he knew that Mark had found his huge dildo . He felt the plastic as it slowly pushed inside of him, as Mark twisted it around as he pushed it in. Mark reached out with one hand, grabbing his arm, and putting it behind the back, near his butt.

‘Spread em, or it’ll hurt more, go on’ the voice commanded, and Art reached back with both of his hands, lifting his body upwards a bit. He felt the pain inside, felt the muscles inside protesting as he reached around, digging his fingers into his own soft flesh, grabbing hold of his cheeks, and pulling them apart, opening his body wider.

The huge dildo was pushed in more, twisted around a bit as slowly it dug its way deep into his body. Tears were streaming down his face, blood oozed from his lower lip as the lump of plastic was finally in. He felt it pressing against his bladder, felt his body shaking from its fullness. He cried out, unwilling to let it stay, begging Mark to end his torment, but all he heard was the young man’s heart beating.

‘No more, please, oh God it hurts too much, no more, take it out.’ Was all he could say, and he knew in his heart it wouldn’t be enough. Just as he had no intention of ignoring Mark’s rebellion, he knew Mark had no intention of letting him quit. He was going to make him go through it all, unless he could get away.

Impaled on that huge dildo , he knew he couldn’t and if it remained inside for much longer, he knew he would have trouble just walking, never mind fighting Mark off. His cries were all that could be heard, his whining voice echoed in his own ears, making him sick at it shrill sound, making him more afraid as there was no answer.

As he fought to stay awake, to not pass out, he felt the hand around him suddenly reach down, and grab his cock. He felt the hand take hold, squeezing his pole as hard as it could. He yelped out, as he also felt the huge dildo being pulled out, and he waited, sure it would be forced back in, certain it would be pushed in hard and fast, but as it slowly plopped out, he breathed a short sigh of relief.

His rectum hurt, his insides felt like mush. His legs were trembling, shaking badly, as the assault on his ass seemed to be over. The hand pulled on his cock, jerking it hard, and then roughly began to poke at his balls. He felt them ache, felt them being pushed in all directions and still no words were spoke from Mark. His mind was still in shock, still reeling from the huge dildo being put inside of him, the same dildo he had planned to use on Mark. Now it was Mark who had turned the tables on him, and the hand pulled on him a bit harder. His cock ached, as it was stretched and abused.

His voice was like a girls, as he begged Mark to stop, begged him to let him go, to end his pain. Instead he felt the hand pull even harder. It made Art cry out and scream for help, but he didn’t hear anyone enter the room, didn’t hear anyone rushing to his aid.

Then the arm released him, and his cock no longer felt like someone was trying to pull it off his body. His body sank back, his legs wobbled, as he tried to stand up. He was stopped in his tracks, as the sound struck his ears, just as he felt the sudden pain on his cheeks.

Once more Mark had surprised him with his quickness. He had smacked his buttocks again with the heavy wooden paddle. This blow made him stagger, and before he could stop stumbling forward, a second heavy blow fell across his buttocks. Art cried out, the pain too much as he collapsed onto the floor, pleading with Mark to stop, trying to roll himself over.

The whack on his thigh stung. His eyes bulged open as he felt the striking blow. Felt the pain going up and down his leg. He felt the leg ache, felt it burning, as he twisted, and turned, so that he was on his back. His cock was sticking up, fully erect, as his eyes stared up at Mark.

The cold floor was uncomfortable, but it made his buttocks feel better. It was cooling the burning feeling, as he saw his chest heaving, felt the ache in his lungs, as he stared up at Mark. He couldn’t help but notice his face, the way it was smiling, as it looked down at him. Anger rose inside, as he pushed himself back, away from the towering young man.

‘you win, stop, no more’ he said, as he leaned up against the far wall. He drew his legs up under his chin, protecting himself as he saw the wild glint in Mark’s eyes. He was afraid he would force him, would reach out to grab him, and turn him over.

Mark stepped closer, until he was straddling Art’s hunched up body. His cock was at eye level, still hard, still looking so desirable, as Art waited for another blow or something. Instead he watched, his jaw open, as Mark spit on his hand, and began to rub the spit along his throbbing pole. Art stared at the huge cock, as the hand began to stroke it, to pull on it, to rub it, while all the time Mark’s eyes were fixed on Art’s quivering body.

He watched, as the head suddenly reared back, flung upwards, and Mark howled. The sound unreal, as his hand was now a blur, as it flew along the long hard cock shaft. The fingers held it tight, as he saw the head growing, saw the color changing, as more and more blood rushed along the tiny veins and arteries around the cock.

His eyes stared right at the cock, watching it grew, knowing it would soon explode. Just as he thought it, it happened. The hard animal sound echoed, and he felt the first stinging spray splatter across his face. The hot cum hit in on one cheek, then along his nose, and over his lips, as Mark began to cum. The hot liquid came racing out, splattering across Art’s chin, across one of his cheeks.

Mark shot two more heavy loads, the last splattering across Art’s shaking legs. The first load was drying, as he stared at Mark, saw the hand take shape, as it held the now spent cock. The last of Mark’s cum dripped off the edge, as Art felt his body twitch. It was over, he had survive, as he looked up at Mark, feeling victorious. Though he had been begging, it was a technicality. He knew he had won, as he saw Mark grab Art’s dress shirt, and then wipe his cock clean. He tossed the soiled shirt at Art, who grabbed it, and let it rest at his side.

He saw his chest heaving, saw the exhaustion in Mark’s face, as he realized he had won. He could have his reward, then he would have his revenge, by insuring Mark would be blackballed.

‘I win’ he whispered, his eyes staring at Mark’s softening cock. ‘I win’

Mark opened his eyes to stare down at Art. He laughed at him, as he told him he won nothing, he had lost, and it was the laughter that brought Art to his sense. He saw Mark turn away from him, and glance over at the door. Art saw them all standing there. There was Lester, right in front, a wicked smile on his face. Next to him was Charlie who glared at him, and next to him, and all around, were the other members of the Fraternity.

He stared at them, suddenly realizing he had been set up. The look of satisfaction on Lester’s face, the glowering look on Charlie’s face made it all register. He felt cheated, even as he felt the cum drying on his chin, he knew he had been played.

Charlie stepped forward, and glanced briefly over at Mark, then he stared at Art.

‘Arthur, be gone before supper, have your stuff packed and out of here. You are through here.’

Charlie turned and as he did, he waited for Mark to come up to him. He put his arm around the naked young man, and glancing down at his softened cock, Art heard him as he said: ‘You gonna be as big as me, little brother‘