Invitation from Hell

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He stared at the simple invitation. It was a white note card, addressed to Freshman Taylor, hand delivered as well, and yet he hesitated in opening it. There was nothing simple about it, plain looking it might be, but the golden embossed symbol on the envelope flap, the circular indentation of Sigma Phi Tau was anything but plain.

He was a freshmen, only his fourth day on campus actually and already he knew about the infamous fraternity, that made him shiver. It wasn’t that he opposed pledging to a frat, it was something he had looked forward too simply because of all the encouragements he had gotten from his friends and family.

Yet, in his hand, was an invitation to the one ‘house’ that no one would elaborate on, or even discuss. It was known, and many of those in his freshmen orientation class seemed to all know the house, know that stigma attached to it, yet wouldn’t tell him what it was. Sure, others had been on probation, but this one was different, so they said.

How, he hadn’t tweaked to yet, as no one was willing to discuss it. Some smirked, others got that look in their faces, like you would see in a deer suddenly caught by blinding headlights. In some ways, it excited him, yet for the most part it scared the crap out of him. This was so much different, so much bigger than he was used to.

Back home, High School had been traumatic enough. It meant bussing for nearly 2 hours each day, as his small town couldn’t support its own High School. He and his friends had to get up super early, to do chores then be ready for the bus, just to get to school on time. Coming home meant late supper, after dinner chores down in darkness because of the long bus journey. He didn’t really mind that, but compared to that, coming to College was a huge step forwards.

Least in High School he had friends, people he knew. Here he was a stranger, an interloper who many looked on as just a hick from Dumbsville USA. Okay, so he didn’t have designer clothes, didn’t have a clue what a ‘blackberry’ was, let alone own one. He was not used to all those fancy gadgets everyone seemed to have.

Phones that seemed to do more than just talk on. Phones with cameras, text messages, and even surfing the internet. It all was confusing, as he struggled with some of the terms too, and he felt like everyone kept staring at him. Just because he didn’t have the fancy sneakers, the right shirt with little symbols, or backpack that had the right number of pockets.

He wasn’t a jock either. Another seeming cause for disbelief by some. He might be tall, slender but well built. His arms weren’t flabby, and he was definitely tanned. He had a body that seemed to say ‘jock’ to everyone, though he just never had time for it. Between pitching hay, digging furrows in the ground with the tractor, who had time to spend hours after school playing games? Besides, if he missed the school bus home, it would have meant walking home.

Now he had to decide, would he go to the introduction that the invitation requested, or would he continue to just be a shadow that no one seemed interested in? The jostling, the glares, all made him feel so out of step, so alone, that looking at the white invitation, the well proportioned writing on it, he felt like it was perhaps his only opportunity to fit in, or was it?

One of his roommates at the dorm had already received 8 invitations, though not from Sigma Phi Tau. When he had shown it to Derrick, he had seen his eyes cloud over, his face become stretched even, as he handed it back to Taylor, mumbling nice. He wouldn’t discuss it, but he also noticed how Derrick kept looking at him, when he didn’t think Taylor was noticing.

Shortly after, the others on the floor also kept looking at him weird, and they would quieten down when he walked into a room, as if they didn’t want him to hear. He had no idea why, what the problem was, but he knew it began after he had received this ‘simple invitation’. No one would tell him why, no one would really even talk to him, they would answer him but in a manner that made him feel like he was a leper or something.

Out of curiosity, he had located the Fraternity House. It wasn’t on Frat Row, but off in an out of the way location on campus. Well on the fringes of the campus, but from what he had seen, it looked no different than any of the other fraternity houses, except perhaps being less drab looking, and located out of the way.

His palms were sweaty as he decided to at least go, to at least see for himself what made everyone seem to shy away from even talking about it. He also wanted to find out, why the mention of it made so many look at him differently. Maybe it was a frat house for hicks, or boobs? Even the few who would talk to him, wouldn’t say much, other than ‘if that’s your thing man, go for it’ but never anything more.

The night was rapidly coming, as he walked towards the Frat House. He had decided to take the long way, to go past the other houses, on his way to the other side of the Campus. He saw many from his dorm going into some of the houses along the street, others were sitting out on the porches, drinks in hand, and music blared from just about every one of them.

He stopped at the Student Union building, where he posted his letter to his best friend, Tommy, who had gone off to college in California. He wished he had gone with him, but his family couldn’t afford it. Taylor didn’t know how Tommy’s folks had, but he missed him now. They could share anything it seemed, and he had known Tommy since he was a tyke learning to ride a horse.

Now he was clear across the country, and he missed him deeply. Strange how he felt too, because it never had really dawned on him before now, at how close they had been. They had shared so much, how they had both felt after experiencing their first kiss, their first touch of a female’s breast. Now he had no one to talk with, to share with, and as he walked along the open pathways, he felt himself hesitate, wondering if he had been right in going off to college.

Before he realized it, he was at Sigma Phi Tau. The place was well lit, and yet the path up to the house seemed dark. There was no one outside, not even bright lights along the porch. You could see the lights from the various windows, except the one’s on either side of the massive front doors.

Climbing up the stairs, he was startled to see someone move from out of the shadows. The guy looked huge, bigger than some of those who played linebacker in football. He was in dark clothing, had a look that made him feel like he was about to get throttled if he said the wrong thing. With a trembling hand, he held out the invitation, unable to speak.

The huge man smiled, and opened the door, gesturing for him to step in. He quickly entered, feeling afraid, yet relieved. Stepping in, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and then a man about his size, his build came out from a closed off room. He had a pleasant face, that immediately put him at ease, as he stood there.

‘Hi, I am Ryan’

‘Taylor’

Ryan smiled as he took out a small notebook, and then looked up at Taylor.

‘Looks like you are on my list, why don’t you go up those stairs, turn left, all the way down to the door at the end. Just go on in, and I’ll be up in a minute to explain it all to you. The door has the number 11 on it.’

He did as he was told, and as he climbed the stairs, he kept looking back at Ryan. The guy was good looking, though he tried not to think of that. It had been something he hadn’t even told Tommy about, nor would he ever tell anyone about. Given how people thought back home, he knew he couldn’t tell Tommy. Besides, what could Tommy do, except maybe stop being his friend? That was not something he ever wanted to contemplate, though as he walked down the hall, he wondered if maybe now he could tell him? After all, it wasn’t like they were back at home, or would see each other anytime soon, so maybe he could?

Walking into the room, he saw a typical bedroom, more like his own back home, except for the posters. No huge posters of the latest female sensations, but instead pictures of men. It was interesting as he walked around, staring at the various faces and figures that adorned Ryan’s wall.

There was one, that made him stop and gawk at. A poster for Calvin Klein, that gave him an instant hard on. He had seen that ad, briefly before his mother had shut the television set off. It had given him strange dreams for over a week, now here was a poster from that ad, and he knew he would have those dreams again. His hand moved down to his crotch, rubbing it a little, then feeling guilty as he turned to make sure he had closed the door.

The door opened, surprising him and he quickly turned around. He noticed Ryan as he came in, at how he looked at him, checking him out, or so it seemed. He felt strangely uneasy as he stood there, waiting for him to speak. He had to admit, the guy seemed nice enough. He had nice long hair, his mouth had a thin pale color to it, and his nose seemed a bit on the small side, though you could see it had been broken from the uneven line of the bridge. The eyes, they seemed to be daunting, as he looked away from Ryan, feeling he was under inspection.

‘Relax Taylor, we don’t bite, least I don’t.’

Taylor didn’t know why, but he still felt uncomfortable, despite Ryan’s attempt at putting him at ease. He didn’t know why, but he could feel himself tremble a little as he stood there.

‘So, I see you got our invitation.’

‘Uh yeah, I did.’

‘And?’

‘I don’t, I mean uh, why? Sorry, I mean to uh… this is all different, strange, you know?’

‘Yes, I guess it can be. Do you know anything about us? Our history or anything?’

‘No’

‘You considering any of the other frat houses?’

‘Huh? No, no it isn’t that. I mean, to be honest, no one else asked, so I sort of, I mean uh…’

‘I see’

‘I don’t, sorry, this is all confusing, no one will tell me about this fraternity, and when I mention it, I uh.. I mean they uh…’

Taylor watched Ryan sit down on his bed, and look at him. His eyes were searching him, which he found disquieting. It was like an inspection for something that he hadn’t a clue about. It was more than that, and while most of him felt uneasy, part of him felt a bit flattered. Ryan was pleasant to look at, which troubled him. Last thing he wanted was to give a wrong impression, yet as he glanced up at Ryan, he felt a sort of bond, a sort of strange connection, as if Ryan could read his thoughts.

‘Do you want to join a fraternity? Any fraternity?’

‘I think so… seems a good way to find friends.’

‘It is, though it’s a bit more than just casual friendship, it’s a lot more actually. In fact, that’s how we got your name.’

‘I don’t, how? I mean who?’

‘Friend of yours, from your home town, he’s given us your name, a Tommy?’ Ryan peered down at some notes, and then looked back up. ‘Yes a Tommy, Tommy Winters, you know him?’

‘Tommy? But he’s in California, I don’t know why he…’

‘He’s pledged our chapter out there, and recommended you’

‘I see, so uh, what’s next then? I mean if Tommy, uh, I mean…’

‘You trust this Tommy? He’s more than just a friend?’

Taylor felt suddenly on edge. The way he said ‘more than just a friend’ had his mind feeling uncertain, cautious. Looking at Ryan, he couldn’t see any signs of danger, signs of being set up for something.

‘We grew up together, best friends is all, why?’

‘No reason, uh, you know nothing about us?’

‘No’

‘You know about pledging to a fraternity?’

‘Sort of, there is some silly stuff or such, nothing that is uh, too weird, or such.’

‘Well it is supposed to be that, though I guess it’s a matter of opinion on what is silly, what isn’t.’

‘I see.’

‘Don’t think so, but the key is that what goes on here, stays here. We don’t talk about it, and we keep it among ourselves, even those who don’t make the initiation. Think you can agree to that?’

‘I think so.’

‘Not good enough Taylor. Sorry but you have to be definite. In fact, we require a signed statement to that effect, we even have a lawyer who you have to see, to sign the statement in front of.’

‘Seems bit uh, scary. I mean, I don’t know anything about you or this fraternity. No one seems to want to tell me, including you, but I have to agree to say nothing, when I don’t know nothing. I don’t know… I mean, my daddy, he told me, never sign anything without reading it.’

‘Haha, fair enough Taylor. Naturally you get to read the statement, the question is, are you willing to sign such a statement, once we do explain more of what we are about?’

‘Yeah, I mean, doesn’t seem like that would be a problem, just all seems so, legal. Makes me nervous, coming from where I do.’

‘There is an initiation process, called ‘hell week’ but in all fairness, we take a different approach. All of our ‘hazing’ is done in house, we don’t make you walk around campus in dresses, or do stupid stunts like run a bra up a flagpole, or any of that stuff the other’s do. Okay?’

‘So far. I guess so.’

‘There are only five invitations given out this year, one has already refused, which leaves four, including you. For the next week, you will live here, we have two guest rooms, you will share with one of the other pledges. Clear so far?’

‘Yes’

‘Good, you can leave anytime, if we aren’t your cup of tea, we don’t make you stay. You can leave anytime, but whatever goes on up to then, it stays here, is that clear?’

‘yes’

‘We aren’t sicko’s, we don’t go in for binge drinking, drugs, or any of that shit. You do any drugs Taylor?’

‘huh? No, no I don’t, I mean okay, smoked some pot a few times, but nothing else.’

‘Drink?’

‘Beer, now and then. Tommy and I would have a few on a weekend, after chores or something.’

Until then, Ryan was checking off stuff on a list he had out on his lap. As he mentioned Tommy his head perked up, and he stared at Taylor in an odd way. He felt like maybe he had said something wrong, or too much even. But Ryan didn’t comment on that, but turned back to look at his list.

‘You a virgin?’

‘What? I uh, geez, no.’

‘Had a recent AIDS test?’

‘I use condoms , I don’t understand, uh, that’s uh.. I mean…’

‘No is your answer?’

‘Yes, I mean no I haven’t had an AIDS test.’

These questions were making him uncomfortable. He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, not to mention that he was certain he was blushing. Ryan wasn’t saying much, but he did give him a strange look from under his eyes, as if he was not giving the right answers. His palms were sweaty, as he stood there.

‘you a registered voter?’

‘Back home, when I turned 18, yes, I registered.’

‘Democrat or Republican?’

‘Independent, but uh…’

‘Relax, just routine questions, nothing to get nervous about.’

He licked his lips, feeling very uncomfortable. Then too, he couldn’t help but notice how Ryan sat on the bed, how his legs were spread apart, feet planted firmly on the floor. But it was his groin that seemed to draw Taylor’s eyes, even though he tried not to look.

‘Signed up for any clubs on campus?’

‘No, not yet.’

‘Off campus?’

‘Huh? No, just trying to find where all my classes are is enough for now.’

‘Heavy class load this term?’

‘I suppose’

‘What about fags?’

His eyes popped open, and he looked up, to stare into Ryan’s face. He had put his pen down, and was looking at him. Taylor felt the perspiration dripping off his face, as he tried to figure out why he was being asked that.

‘I don’t uh, I mean, it uh…’

‘You against them, hate them, okay with them, which?’

‘I don’t hate anyone, I uh, I never uh, never thought about it. I guess I am okay, that’s an odd question.’

‘Not really. So you aren’t gay?’

‘WHAT? I mean… Uh, I don’t think, that isn’t anyone’s, uh no, no I am not, I uh, you are confusing me, what kind of place is this? Next you going to uh ask me what religion I am? I uh, I don’t think that uh…’

‘If you’re okay with Gays, why are you so upset?’

‘I don’t like being accused of, it’s no one’s business.’

‘Then why did Tommy recommend you to us?’

‘Huh? I don’t, what does Tommy have to do, what? I don’t…’

‘We are a gay fraternity, haven’t you figured that out?’

‘no’

He realized now why everyone in his dorm looked at him weird, why they grew quiet when he entered the room. He had been invited to join a queer fraternity, and so they thought he had to be gay too. It was making him shake as he looked at Ryan, whose face showed no emotion, not a hint at what he might be thinking.

How dare Tommy do this to him, he thought, as he tried to figure out what he should do. Part of him seemed to want him to listen, while his instincts were telling him to turn around and leave, as fast as he could run. He could go back to his dorm, explain he had no idea it was a gay frat house, that he had left, tearing up his invitation. It would work, they would believe him.

It could get him into another frat house too, though he knew that was a slim chance. They seemed to know, and deep down, he sort of did too. Still, Tommy recommending him, but then it hit him. Tommy had pledged to the house where he was, which had to mean that Tommy was gay. Why the fuck hadn’t he ever told him? Did he think he would turn on him?

Taylor felt his head swimming, as he thought about it all. He looked around, and saw a chair by the desk. Glancing at Ryan, he saw him nod and he pulled the chair out, to sit on it. Tommy was gay, and he had never known it. Yet, thinking about it now, he had to have known, just as Tommy obviously knew about him. Shit, if he hadn’t been so worried about how Tommy would take it, of how he might blab it all over, maybe things would have been different between them.

‘I didn’t, uh, I mean… Tommy, he is?’

‘You didn’t know?’

‘No, not uh, we never uh talked about it.’

‘But you are, you like guys, right?’

‘I don’t, I mean… I uh…’

He felt like he didn’t know Tommy, and yet as he thought back, at the stuff they had done together, it sort of fit. The way they would talk about girls, the way they would jerk off on the weekends, talking about girls. Yet he had been thinking about Tommy, without letting on. Now maybe Tommy had been thinking of something else, or someone else, and it wasn’t the girls.

It was too much, yet when he stared over at Ryan, there was something in his eyes, something in his face, that made him realize it wasn’t a put on, a joke. If it was, it was fucking cruel, but how would he know about Tommy if it wasn’t true? Still, Tommy telling these guys, coming out to them, and not him?

In a strange way, he felt like Tommy had betrayed him, and let him down. In another way he realized it was probably the only way his real feeling would come out. Tommy was never one for saying how he felt, just as he wasn’t. It was things guys didn’t do, least not back home. Maybe that is why he had pushed so hard to go to California, to take the razzing from the other’s at school, so he could open up, be what he was.

But why hadn’t he told him? Ryan wasn’t pushing, just looking at him, and as he glanced over, feeling all those different emotions, he still found his eyes checking Ryan out. Even under all this pressure, this news, he could feel himself wondering about Ryan, wondering what kind of dick he had, or how it tasted. He always wondered about that, what a cock would taste like, feel like to his touch.

‘You want to think it over?’

He glanced up, to see Ryan staring directly at him, and as his eyes met Ryan’s, he saw him glance down, saw him check him out, just as he had been doing. He felt flushed, his face growing red as he knew Ryan had seen him looking. His pulse was a bit fast as he tried to think, tried to see if this was a game, a form of humiliation.

What if Tommy had recommended him, but it wasn’t to a gay frat, but some other type, and this was their test, their way of elimination of undesirable pledges? He had heard of how some initiations were downright nasty, but that usually involved booze, drugs, but he had no one to talk to, to discuss it with.

‘I don’t know, maybe.’

‘Well, I hope you decide to try, I am kind of looking forward to being your Pledge Master’

‘You? I mean, what would I have to do?’ Taylor couldn’t help it, but he looked at Ryan’s crotch, noticing the bulge. It made him quickly look back up, but his glance hadn’t gone unnoticed.

‘Sorry, not until you sign the pledge, after meeting with the lawyer, and move your stuff in, then, well then you’ll find out all the details. Not until then.’

‘Not even a hint? I mean, this is all so, uh, so out of the blue. I mean Tommy gay, I didn’t even, I mean I didn’t even think there were gay fraternities.’

‘We don’t generally advertise it, see that poster, the one of the guy in underwear?’

‘Yeah’

‘He was a member before he struck it rich in advertising.’

‘Oh’

‘He had his first gay experience during initiation. Lots of firsts, if you decide to try out. Choice is yours, but I’ll tell you this.’

‘what?’

‘I think you will be glad to pledge to us, and I’ll go one further, I think I will enjoy helping you feel that way, and I know the other’s will too.’

‘Others? I uh, I just, when do I have to decide?’

‘The lawyer is in the common room, now, he can go through all that legal stuff now, and you can either agree, or take tonight to think about it. Or you can decide and just come on back up here.’

Taylor closed the double sliding doors, and stared up at the long stairway, and then over towards the front door. The lawyer had scared him, the way he talked about what would happen if he ever revealed what went on here, or even if ever mentioned the names of those he met. It was like watching a court show on television, where the lawyer starts off nice, then suddenly is screaming at you, accusing you of all sorts of stuff.

He had signed the agreement, though he didn’t understand most of what it said. He knew that whatever he heard here, saw here, he couldn’t tell anyone. Not a living soul, even a partner, or brother or anyone. He knew too, they meant what they said.

Standing there, he wanted to just open the big doors and run back to the dorm, but the vision of Ryan, of maybe seeing him naked, held him there. It had been like that with Tommy too. Having a swimming hole had been a godsend, and he had managed, early on, to see what Tommy looked like naked. It was that same itch, desire, that he now felt for Ryan, but no swimming hole to help.

Every part of him, from his wildly beating heart, to his confused mind, was telling him to run, to leave, but the semi hard dick in his pants was urging him upstairs. He couldn’t explain it, but he wanted to be a part of this, deep down inside he knew it, if he could only have the guts to climb the stares.

Another young man came out from one of the rooms, spotted him standing there and smiled at him. He went past, heading out the door and as he did, Taylor could smell his cologne. It was the same stuff Tommy used, and as he walked out the door, Taylor couldn’t help but stare at his rump. It wasn’t as cute as Tommy’s, but it was firm, well proportioned. It was also making him horny, just as seeing Tommy’s behind would arouse him.

He turned around and headed up the stairs. There was no turning back now, he thought as he knocked on the door with the number 11 on it. It opened, and there was Ryan, grinning and shirtless. It made him break out into a sweat, as he couldn’t help but admire the firm chest, the protruding pecs, and the soft golden hue of his skin.

‘Signed the pledge? No regrets?’

‘No, guess not. So uh, now what? Do I have to drink a gallon of beer, eat some goldfish? I uh.. sorry, I guess I am nervous’

‘Told you, we don’t do that crap. Close the door.’

Taylor did as he was told, and then turned around, noticing the hardened look Ryan gave him. He felt a bit apprehensive now that he had taken that first step as well as from the cold tone of voice that Ryan had used.

‘Okay, we begin now, but first, you can always stop, but remember if you do, if you say ‘no’, then it is over. There are no second chances, so make sure you mean ‘no’, got it?’

‘yes’

‘Good, second point. From now until the end of ‘hell week’ you will end any answer to me, or to any of the other brother’s here with the word ‘sir’. Is that understood?’

“yes… sir’

Ryan smiled as he moved away and sat over at the chair that Taylor had used earlier. He stared over at Taylor, a glint in his eyes, as he looked hard at him.

‘Good, you can get your stuff from the dorm after dinner. Now, first order of business, get naked pledge.’

Taylor stared at Ryan. He didn’t know if it was a joke or not, but then searching his expression, he knew it was for real. He wanted to say something, but the look told him to either do it, or it would be over, right then and there. He swallowed, trying to control his fear, his nervousness as his hand moved and began to unbutton his shirt.

He could feel the eyes watching every move, every flick of his fingers, as they undid the buttons, opening his shirt. Slowly he let it fall off his shoulders, then he kicked off his sneakers, feeling the cold hardwood floor through his socks. He bent down, taking each one off, placing them in the sneakers.

Standing up, he felt his body shudder, as he saw Ryan staring at him, saw him watching his every move. He let his hand move to his pants, to struggle with the button. It took a few tries, until it popped open, and then he unzipped the pants. Taylor hesitated for a second, as he opened the pants, and pushed them down his body. His legs felt the rooms coolness, and the tiny hairs on his legs stood up straight.

His hands hesitated on the waistband of his underwear, as he looked down at the floor. He had heard the small sucking in of air, when he had pulled his pants down. He knew his cock was nearly fully erect, and that it was outlined clearly in his shorts. The feeling of being so exposed made him shake, as he rarely had been naked in front of other men. Glancing upwards, he saw Ryan’s face, saw his eyes staring right at his bulging crotch.

It made him feel so alone, so vulnerable, and yet also excited. Really was an odd combination, as it looked like Ryan really enjoyed seeing his bulge. It was almost like admiration, and as he struggled to grab hold of the waistband, he realized it was a similar look that Tommy used to have.

Carefully he pushed the shorts down, his eyes trying not to watch, but his curiosity was too intense. He wanted to know, needed to know, what Ryan thought of him. As the underwear slid down, as his cock began to appear, he saw Ryan’s eyes widen. Saw him lick his lips, and realized that Ryan was becoming excited by his disrobing.

At last his cock was free, and as he knew, it was erect. It stuck out, pointing at Ryan. Standing upright, he stared at the floor first, then over to Ryan. He had to see, and wasn’t disappointed. Ryan had one hand over his own crotch, and was slowly moving it across, rubbing himself.

‘Very nice Pledge Taylor, but you took too long. Do you know what that means?’

‘No, uh, no Sir.’

Ryan stared up at Taylor, a small smile on his face. He was pleased by Taylor’s answer, which made Taylor feel strangely pleased with himself.

‘It means pledge Taylor that you need to be punished. Think you can handle that pledge Taylor?’

Taylor looked at Ryan. He had felt nervous when Ryan had spoken about punishment. All sorts of things raced through his mind, but the way Ryan looked at him, gave him courage. For whatever reason, he felt like he wanted to please Ryan, no matter the cost.

‘I uh, I think so… Sir’

The warm grin that crossed Ryan’s face made Taylor feel better, less apprehensive. He saw Ryan signal him to come closer, and as he walked forward, there was no mistaking the look in his eyes, as they stared at his hard cock swaying to his motion. It was just how Tommy looked, he thought, as he stood right in front of Ryan.

‘Good, now you will lay across my lap, pledge, and I will teach you why you need to move faster when your Master commands you to do something.’

His eyes blinked for a moment, as he watched Ryan move his hands out of the way. Glancing down he couldn’t help but notice the firm bulge in the crotch and he smiled as he stretched out across the lap of Ryan. He felt his cock pushing up into Ryan’s inner leg, but he also felt the hard bulge in his belly.

It was different, unique and something that somehow felt just right. Nothing in his past had prepared him for that feeling, which seemed to make him quiver a bit, as he felt Ryan’s hand run down his lower back. The touch of his hand made him sigh a little, as he felt the muscles inside tense.

The sudden feeling of pain, the sound that echoed in the room startled him. He felt his buttocks tingle as he realized he had just been spanked with the palm of the hand that only seconds before was caressing his back. He cried out, instinctively. The room was suddenly filled with a pall of fear, of trepidation as he felt the warmth creeping up his body.

The second whack on his bottom was harder, if possible. He felt himself bite off a cry of pain, felt his teeth crush into his lower lip as the pain lanced upwards, along his whole back. Tears were suddenly welling up in his eyes, as he felt himself squirm on Ryan’s lap. He also felt the stiff cock digging into his belly, a suddenly comforting feeling.

The time seemed to just stand still, endless as once more the room grew silent. Then it came, this time he heard the air moving, as the hand was raised upwards, then come crushing down onto his buttocks. The sting hurt, and it made him bite harder on his lip, as he was determined to not let it make him cry out. The pain was short lived, as he lay there, waiting for the next blow.

Each blow seemed to take an eternity to come. Each one carefully placed, carefully delivered, that made him rock each time the palm of Ryan’s hand came down across his bare buttocks. His body tensed to the sound of the air moving from the motioning hand. His nerves tingled in anticipation, as each blow was about to be landed.

His cheeks grew hot, he could feel the warmth invading him all over. The strange sensation of pain seemed to immediately be followed by a sense of exhilaration he couldn’t explain. It was arousing, making him wish that Ryan was naked beneath him, that the feeling of Ryan’s cock into his belly was flesh on flesh. Each blow to his buttocks made him jump, made him begin to moan too, as he could feel his own cock twitching, growing harder with each whack.

Every part of his body seemed more in tune with the other parts. His mind seemed able to pick out the warm glowing feeling, from the hard stinging pain that travelled in advance. His cock felt like it was on fire, which his mind seemed to sense. The urge to try and reach down, to grab it was unbearable, yet he stayed in the prone position, waiting for the next blow.

He could hear Ryan’s shallow breathing, as he continued to strike at Taylor’s now red cheeks. Taylor felt the tears running down his face by the time Ryan had spanked him for the tenth time. The pain felt more intense, though it didn’t last as long before he felt the pleasure. His body squirmed and Ryan had to grab hold of his hips, to pull his body back over his lap.

Each time Ryan’s hand came down, he felt his cock jerk, felt it stiffen even more. He could feel the blood rushing through his cock, feel his balls ache in a way he had never felt before. They shook with each powerful whack that crossed his cheeks. His legs were numb, and all he could think of was how good it would feel to cum , to feel his cum splatter across Ryan’s body.

He knew it was wrong, or thought it was wrong, yet as each blow came to him, each sound of the his hand hitting his cheeks echoed in the room, he felt himself get more excited, more aroused than anything else. His body was trembling as the fourteenth blow came down, across both of his cheeks. His whole body shook to the force of the blow, and he cried out, but not from the pain.

His balls were torturing him, as they swayed from side to side, his cock pressed forward up against Ryan’s legs. He felt the pant legs rubbing his cock head, felt the pleasure it was giving him, and he shut his eyes. Afraid he would lose control, knowing he was already losing control.

The next whack was quicker in coming, and yet the hand lingered this time. The palm of the hand lay flat across one of his burning cheeks, and he moaned softly, enjoying the touch, the simple feel of warmth that now enveloped his whole body. His arms dangled down, his legs were numb, as he felt his body arch up, to feel more of the hand on his buttocks. His cock was like a raging inferno, desperate for attention, and yet he couldn’t reach it, couldn’t even think of how to touch himself.

He felt the legs under him move, felt the one leg that had been rubbing his cock head move inwards more. They were no longer spread far apart, but closer. It made him feel the hard bulge in Ryan’s pants more, feel it press firmer into his belly.

The hand moved off his cheek. Taylor heard himself moan for it to stay, but it didn’t. He could hear the air move, as the hand was raised up, and he felt his cheeks clench. Taylor felt his whole body tense up, knowing another whack was about to be administered. He felt his buttocks rising up, wanting it, desperate even for it. His eyes were shut tight as he moaned in anticipation.

The hand was coming down, he could feel it and he bit his lower lip as the palm of the hand crashed down onto his upraised buttocks. It made his body fall down, hard into Ryan’s lap. He felt the hard cock press into his belly, felt his balls suddenly explode. He couldn’t hold back, as the head of his cock was rocketed forward, into the inner side of Ryan’s leg.

The press of his cock along the pants, made him shake, made his head swim as he felt the rolling explosion go up his spine. His eyes seemed to be blinded as brilliant flashes of lights crossed his vision. The pain in his head was intense, as he felt the waves of pain, felt them mingle with the explosion from deep inside of his body. His cock reared back, and then was stretching forward. His cock head was on fire, as he felt the orgasm, felt his cock shooting his milk, knowing it was splattering along Ryan’s leg.

Taylor heard Ryan’s groan. He felt the body beneath him stiffen, felt it tremble as he continued to spurt, to splash Ryan’s leg with his cum. His heart was pounding and all he could hear in his ears was the roar of his heart. The rush of air, as his lungs were threatening to explode along with the rest of him. His whole body was shaking, as his cock reared back, then shot forward again, and again.

He cried out, his release too much to hold back. Ryan’s own voice was off in a distance, as the roar in his ears was overpowering. Taylor could feel his body sag, feel his panting lungs as his body was spent, no longer able to support its elation.

He felt Ryan’s legs go limb. He felt the knees slide down, as he stretched out. He was panting, almost as hard as Taylor, and he tried to stay on Ryan’s lap. The press from Ryan’s crotch was less than before, and he was certain he could feel a wetness around one spot, as he tried to collect his breath, as they both tried.

Slowly he felt his strength returning, and he managed to turn his face enough to catch a glimpse of Ryan’s face. He saw the cheeks were hollow, as Ryan was trying to suck in more air. His eyes were dull, sweat was dripping off his forehead unheeded, just as it was on his own.

‘you can get off pledge’ rang softly in his ears, as he slowly lifted himself off. He was unsteady but managed to stand at last, as he could now look down at Ryan. He saw the wet stain across the crotch, then noticed the long trails of wetness across the pant leg. He could see its dull grey color against the darker blue of the jeans.

Turning, he stared at Ryan who managed a small smile, as his chest still was heaving. Ryan pointed to the bed, indicating he could sit there, which he gratefully did. He leaned back on the bed for a moment, before propping himself back up, so he could gaze at Ryan.

They looked at each other for what seem ages. Ryan’s eyes kept holding Taylor’s. They looked into him, with a semi glazed look that seemed to make Taylor think of Tommy only briefly. He had seen that look once or twice when they had jerked off together, and yet it was also different. There was no question, no worry about being caught that made Taylor slowly relax.

The sound of a loud bell startled him as he looked towards the door. Then he looked back at Ryan, who was grinning, as he spoke.

‘That’s the dinner bell, I think we both deserve some food, let’s go pledge.’

Taylor grinned back, realizing how hungry he suddenly was. He got up, and went to pick up his clothes, when Ryan’s voice stopped him cold.

‘No, you go as you are pledge. In fact, only when you are leaving the house to go to classes, or outside, you will be dressed as you are now, is that clear pledge Taylor?’

Taylor dropped his pair of shorts, and stared briefly at the door, then over at Ryan. He saw his eyes, felt the tingling still from his buttocks, as he smiled back. He no longer felt afraid, or different either. He had found his home, and wanted to just enjoy it He’d have to call Tommy later, but for now he just wanted some dinner.

‘YES SIR’ was all he said, as he opened the door, his cock stirring.

Chubbs’ Revenge

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He looked out across the wide table, staring at his fellow fraternity brothers, desperate to hide his elation as the assignment of pledges were handed out by the Fraternity President, Maurice. Inside, Chubbs smiled at that, wondering how in hell anyone named Maurice could become head of their little clique, but then again, he was a brain, and they all needed one of those types.

The Fraternity had been on a real downward spiral when he had first joined, mainly because they had no one with an ounce of brain matter to point out the tiny little points, that would either get them expelled, or not. Maurice was like an answer to a whole shitload of prayers. Better, he had made Chubbs his second in command.

This was to be their year. As a Senior, he looked forward to the perks that came with the rise in status. It was his turn to inflict on the new pledges what he had endured, though when people looked at him, no one would believe anyone would dare to cross him. After all, he wasn’t what you would call a ‘pretty boy’. He was a jock but not one of those fancy pant offensive types.

Chubbs was like the old style football player. More like Refrigerator Perry of Chicago Bears fame, and he played like it too. He had earned the rights to Defensive Captain in his Junior Year, because of how he attacked opposing Quarterbacks and Running Backs. He looked like Perry too, with a wide girth, legs that were bigger than some kids waist. He was tall too, 6foot 2inches and while he had a belly, you didn’t think of him as a jolly fat guy.

Listening to his brothers at Sigma Phi Tau accept their assignments, he couldn’t help but feel elated. He had drawn none other than Mister Super Star himself, ‘Ryan the Rifle’ Walters. He was highly recruited, and expected to lead their team to the National Championship, and he was your typical Quarterback, or so Chubbs thought.

He had the looks that made the girls swoon, with his long flowing hair, those sparkling eyes and handsome face. The long nose, the huge grin he always seemed to have, plus the chiselled body to go with it. Everything in the right proportions, and unlike Chubbs, he had a flat washboard stomach that made maybe drool.

Ryan wasn’t a bad sort, but the Coach had already warned Chubbs, to layoff. No full bore rush, no tackling even, as Ryan was protected. If those in front were beaten, he was to stop, not follow through. He hated that and glared at the Coach who made it clear. One wrong step and he’d bench him for the season. Granted, he had done more damage to his own QB’s than some of their opponents, but it wasn’t in him to hold back.

Now he had his chance, and there was squat the coach could do. Fraternity rights of passage were more sacred than even Football. The meeting was breaking up, and they were off to break the bad news to the waiting pledges, of who would be their Tormentor for the next two weeks. He stood up, noticing Maurice staring at him, that look in his face, the one he knew meant to watch his step. Maurice might be a geek, a 98 pound weakling, but he was smart. He knew exactly how much Chubbs had wanted to get even.

As he walked out, he couldn’t help but smile as he stared over at Ryan. He could see why the girls were all over him, drooling and willing to spread their legs. He was definitely a poster boy for handsome, but he didn’t care. He was a Quarterback.

‘You are mine Golden Boy’

Ryan stared up at the towering hunk. His eyes looked him up and down and then he stood up. He was as tall, well almost, as Chubbs, but no where near his size in weight.

‘Bring it on… Tubby’ was all he said. The use of the nickname made Chubbs’ smile turn into a frown. It was name that made him see red, and was one Ryan had taken to use in practice. It was a taunt, that he had to ignore on the field. Here he didn’t and as that realization hit him, the frown was once more turned into a smile. Well more of an evil grin, as he put his hands on his hips, and gave Ryan a look up and down.

‘Wait here… like a good little baby boy’

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed to his own room, not far off. He had a nice supply of goodies there, for his planned initiation and as he rummaged through several options, his smile grew as he found the one garment that seemed perfect.

The others had stood around, waiting to see what evil torment he had planned for their star pledge and student. Their eyes popped open when he returned, holding out the garment and held it up to Ryan’s middle.

‘Strip and put it on Baby Boy’ he commanded. The look that Ryan gave him was worth it. He could hear the snickers from around him, as he watched Ryan glare, then kick his runners off. Standing back up, Chubbs could see the anger in his eyes, the way they glared at him, but he didn’t care as he watched Ryan begin to unbutton his shirt.

He had to admit, he had a nice chest. The tiny hairs that covered some of his golden colored skin were light and his pecs were well formed, well defined too. The shirt dropped to the floor, and there were no tan lines around the upper arms, just bulging biceps that had everyone staring.

Ryan reached down for his pants, and undid the button, then the zipper. He kept staring at Chubbs, his jaw set, his lips firmly shut tight as he pushed the pants down his legs. He quickly stepped out of them, and tossed them onto the bench where he and the others had been sitting.

He was wearing jockey shorts, which surprised Chubbs but he couldn’t help but also notice the outline of Ryan’s cock. It was clearly visible and he hadn’t imagined it would be as big as it looked. He realized Ryan had seen him staring, and he grew angry as he saw the smirk cross the quarterback’s face.

As Ryan reached for the garment, Chubbs stopped him.

‘I said take everything off, I meant everything.’

Those around held their breath as Ryan stood up, glaring even more at Chubbs. His face began to redden, but it was his eyes that seemed to hold everyone’s attention. They looked like they were on fire, almost as if smoke was drifting out from behind them. Everyone wondered if Ryan would be the first pledge to fail.

It looked like it would be a test of wills, as Chubbs merely stood there, his hands on his hips, staring back at Ryan impassively. Then, it was all over, as Ryan reached down and pushed his shorts down his body. Everyone looked, to stare at the conflict, but Chubbs barely glanced down, despite the desire to see.

He took a quick peek, noticing that Ryan had no tan line whatsoever. His tanned body was the same from top to bottom, and he saw the small growth of pubic hair bristling around a rather impressive looking cock.

Ryan picked up the garment, an extra large diaper and without taking his eyes from Chubbs’ face, he managed to cover himself up. A safety pin, oversized from a local joke was placed on the side. Chubbs smiled as he noticed that the fit was tight, that Ryan’s balls were being pushed up by the diaper.

Glancing at his watch, Chubbs felt like he had found the perfect way to start off his planned revenge on Golden Boy. His smile couldn’t be kept hidden as he looked at the comical figure that Ryan had become. ‘You can go about your schedule now’ he told him and turned away to head off.

‘You serious? You going to make me wear this all day?’

Chubbs turned around and gave him his patented game day stare. ‘I’ll decide how long you have to wear that after supper. Report to my room and I’ll give you my decision then, until then, you bet sunshine, that’s what you wear until I say otherwise… unless you want to quit now?’

‘Not a chance… Tubby’

Ryan’s defiance only made Chubbs stare harder, a small evil smirk crossing his face, as he watched Ryan pick up his books, and head off. Chubbs watched, enjoying briefly how his butt cheeks looked in the snug fitting diaper. He had to admit, they were a nice pair. Round One was his, he thought as he headed off to his own classes.

Sitting in his room, Chubbs figured that he had won round two as well, though he had to say, round three had gone to Ryan. Round Two had been when the Coach had gotten him out of class, demanding he show some respect for Ryan, and not make him walk around in diapers. He had refused, knowing that football practice was going to be a real bitch but he didn’t care. He was having his own back at Ryan and the coach.

Round Three was different. Many knew who he was, after all he was the defensive star, and it didn’t seem to matter to them anymore. Even his girth didn’t seem to hold any power as everywhere he went, he was sneered at, pointed to. The Student Body it seemed didn’t enjoy his sense of humor and they made it well known.

Someone had put a baby rattle hanging from his locker handle, covered in something he didn’t want to think about. Others would call him ‘tubby’ as they walked past. Always fast enough so he couldn’t grab them either, which infuriated him at times. Still, he wasn’t the one walking around in diapers.

The head cheerleader had even dared called him out on it, telling him how he was being mean because he couldn’t get a date. Little did she know that he really didn’t give a shit about that. Still, it had hurt a little, as she made fun of him, calling him a sadistic blimp. Like a balloon could be anything. Still, it had made him wince, which is what she had wanted.

Sitting alone, waiting for his pledge to show up, he wondered what they would do or say when he upped the ante a bit? Maybe he should tone it down, but the guy deserved every bit of it, after all he was a Quarterback.

The knock on his door broke his reverie, and he knew it was time for his amusement. After is growl, the door opened, and in came his pledge, but he didn’t look frightened or even worried. In fact, he had a smug look on his face, as if he and not Chubbs was the Pledge Master.

‘Now what Tubby? A tutu or what?’

Chubbs stared at the haughty expression. He hated being called ‘tubby’ but he wasn’t about to let him see how it pissed him off. Though he was fairly certain Ryan knew it, which is why he kept using that name.

‘You need to be taught some manners’

‘Do I? Tubby?’

‘GRAB YOUR ANKLES’ he yelled, as he reached for the paddle across his bed.

Ryan just smiled as he did what he was told to do. As he did, he muttered ‘Jealous you can’t grab yours? Tubby.’

His hand moved quickly, bringing the hard wooden paddles down from over his head. He heard it hit the soft cheeks, heard Ryan grunt and watched as he staggered forwards. It was what he had wanted, as he pulled his hand back, raising it again, then once more he let it come flying down with all his force. Chubbs heard the swish of air as the wooden paddle flew down and once more hit Ryan’s soft flesh.

The sound of his pain, echoed in the room. Once more Chubbs watched his bend over body struggle to hold its position. Once more he saw the legs quiver, as the pain was moving through his whole body. The way the legs were tensed, the way they quivered. He could hear Ryan panting, as he commanded him to remove the soft padded diapers, to take his lesson like a man.

Ryan turned his head, glowering as he told him to do it himself. He had spat the words out, including the name that made Chubbs furious, ‘tubby’. It was like he was being taunted, and he stepped forward, and ripped at the Velcro fastener, pulling the diapers off and flinging them off to one side.

He stepped back, saw the growing red across both cheeks, as once more he got ready to strike. Though this time, he stepped to one side, so as to bring a more forceful blow against those cheeks, to wipe that smirk off Ryan’s face.

Standing there, he noticed the cock sticking out, saw the balls dangling and he licked his lips, as he ordered Ryan to spread his legs wider. He watched as the cock seemed to be growing, but he reared back with his hand. As far as he could go, he leaned back and then like a batter striking at a fast ball, he brought his hand forward, throwing all of his enormous weight behind the arm.

The sound was tremendous, as the wood slammed into Ryan’s buttocks. He heard the cry, as the sound just seemed to echo on and on in the room. Ryan staggered forward, no longer able to hold his body steady. His cry was still reverberating as he moved forward, putting his hands out to not fall face forward.

He fell onto the bed, as Chubbs just watched. He saw the hard cock between the legs, wedged up against his bed. There was no mistaking the huge welt across both cheeks, as it was turning a bright red. He knew it would soon darken, eventually turn into a purple bluish color. Yet even as he enjoyed his handiwork, he couldn’t help but notice the throbbing cock.

Chubbs could feel his own organ growing, becoming stiff inside his pants. It wasn’t usual for him to get so aroused, specially over some Quarterback’s dick, but he was. In some ways, he had to respect Ryan as well. While he had cried out, it wasn’t a plea for mercy.

‘Enjoying the view… Tubby?’

‘You don’t know when to shut up, do you Mister Super Star’

‘That what’s pissing you off? That I am good?’

‘No, that somehow you are special, that you are untouchable.’

Ryan rolled over on the bed, to stare up at Chubbs. His face wasn’t glaring, but had a thoughtful look to it, as he studied Chubbs. His cock was still fully aroused, as he pulled himself up on the bed, and leaned up, with his legs pulled up. He stared at Chubbs with a strange look, that made Chubbs stand still, feeling a bit uncertain.

‘It’s about the Coach telling you to go easy, isn’t it?’

‘Partially, maybe’

‘And that you hate guys like me, Quarterbacks?’

‘I guess’

Ryan stared at Chubbs, who stared back. They just looked at each other for what seemed like hours, but was just a few minutes. Finally, Ryan broke the silence.

‘Why? Is it because we get more attention, I mean you don’t know me, and for the record, I told the Coach I’d rather you come after me full tilt, than hold back. So, why?’

Now it was his turn to look thoughtful. He wasn’t sure what to say, or how. The sight of Ryan laying there, his cock no longer fully erect, but still visible was distracting him. He couldn’t help staring at it, every few seconds, knowing that Ryan could see.

‘I didn’t know that.’

‘It’s the truth. But why?’

‘I suppose it’s that you get all the attention, that you get the credit for winning the games, when there are 21 other guys who helped make it all happen, and most of us on the other side, we get barely a notice. That and the attitude you all seem to have.’

‘You don’t make it easy for us to not have an attitude, but I hear what you are saying.’

‘No, don’t think you do. The one’s before you, they were all wusses. The way they’d complain if I hit them too hard. Or bitch because I forced them to look back at practice when the girls were all there.’

‘You like the sound of bones crunching, of air being forced out after a good hard hit, don’t you?’

‘Yeah, that’s football man.’

‘Yep’

‘You agree? But… Uh…’

‘I am a quarterback? Not all of us are wimps. The sound of laying a good hit on someone, man its sweet dude.’

‘Damn right it is.’

He couldn’t believe how different he felt, and yet as he looked at Ryan, he felt like he did understand, like he did agree that football was about slamming into each other, the stronger surviving, to do it all again. Looking at Ryan, he felt like something strange was happening. It was almost as if they were just meeting for the first time, gaining an understanding of shared beliefs, that not many ever understood.

Chubbs let the paddle fall to his side, as they locked eyes. He saw a different look, a different feel coming from Ryan. There wasn’t any hostility now, and somehow all of his anger, seemed to be a thing of the past. They just looked at each other, understanding each other without saying a word.

Ryan shoved himself down, and got off the bed. He stood toe to toe with Chubbs, smiled and then leaned over the bed. He pushed his legs away from the bed, and widen his stance.

He looked up and over his shoulder at Chubbs, smiled as he said : ‘I am ready, give it your best… Tubby’

The term no longer seemed to upset him. He grinned, matching Ryan’s own huge smile. He lifted the paddle up, striking the palm of his other hand a few times, before he asked: ‘You sure?’

‘You ain’t the only big defensive end out there, so yeah, I am ready.’