Dorm Domination

Dorm Domination Chapter 12 Initiation by SailboyLA@hotmail.com

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• • • • • From Chapter 11:

"All right," Mike said. "The bitch lives for cum. If you want to test him before we send him upstairs, we can test him." The guys yelling in appreciation and Zak got a smirk on his face as he started to stroke his cock through his jeans.

The guys went around the room, opening doors to closets, and getting the room ready. Carl went and got something made out of black leather and started attaching it to some bolts in the ceiling. I had never seen a sling before, but once it was hooked up, I knew instantly what it was.

• • • • • Chapter 12 - Initiation

Four guys rushed forward, tackling me, and ripping my clothes off. I felt the seams of my shirt give way, and they unbuckled my pants. For a moment, I panicked and struggled against them. Did I really know what I was getting myself into? Then someone's ass, covered in soccer shorts, sat on my face, and I remembered why I was doing this.

They lifted me up and carried me to the sling. I was still struggling a little bit, and one of the guys holding my arms - Carl - yelled to someone else, "He's fighting just like Carlos did. Get the restraints." They threw me onto the cold leather and held my arms up against the chain supports. The two guys holding my legs pried them open and I could feel my asshole - right at the edge of the sling, exposed to all the world - as the cold breeze blew over it. Mike and Zak worked together to put my wrists and ankles into the thick leather restrains. The locks they put in place latched together with a loud click which had a startling sense of finality. I was completely at their disposal. They could do literally whatever they wanted with me, and I had no control. My cock sprung up, rock hard.

"Now this particular model," Mike began as he ran his hands over me. "Comes equipped with a tight asshole," his finger slipped inside of me, causing me to gasp, "Unlike your ass, Carl. Your ass was as loose as the Grand Canyon. And you called yourself a virgin." The pledges laughed at Carl, whose face turned a crimson shade.

"His cock is respectable," Mike continued, flicking my cock with his finger so hard it stung. "Not that he'll be using it much. But it's bigger than that thing you call a cock, Jimmy." Jimmy was an Asian guy. He had taken off his shirt, and you could tell he worked out a lot in the gym. His body was perfectly hairless, and I found myself wondering how his skin would feel to touch.

"His belly," Mike continued, running his hands past my belly button, "Has a hunger for cum I've never seen before. I had him eat only cum the other night, and he skipped dinner his belly was so full. You could learn from him, Coleman." Coleman had a big body, and an extra layer of fat around his big muscles that the other pledges didn't. It made him look sexier to me.

"And this mouth," Mike said, putting the finger which had been up my ass into my mouth and over my tongue. "I've trained this slut's mouth to pleasure men in every way. Any part of your body - cock, foot, armpit, ass, whatever - will enjoy the time spent in this hot hole." A couple of guys were naked now, pumping their cocks, and the rest were undressing.

"All right, gentlemen. Here's your opportunity to test drive this little whore, and see if he deserves to become one of us."

Zak was the first one at my ass. "It's time for a little payback, bitch," he said. "Your ass is mine again, but no lube this time." He jammed his cock through my assring and I let out a groan. His cock burned inside my ass.

"How does it feel, whore?," he asked. "I'll bet it burns, just like it burned that day that Mike took my cherry. But that was just the beginning." He jabbed his cock hard back into me, my ass ring on fire from his assault and the pounding my ass had received the day before. In spite of the pain, my cock stayed hard.

"Yeah," I heard Coleman say as he positioned a table underneath me. "Tell him what they did to you." Coleman straddled my body so that I was looking up at his ass and back. He lowered his ass on my face, and I tasted and smelled his ass again.

"We had a pledge activity the night that Mike fucked me," Zak said as he pounded my ass. He was fucking me like he had something to prove, some score to settle. "And it wasn't just the pledge class and the pledgemasters. It was the entire frat - actives and everyone. They took us to the swimming pool after hours and we were supposed to go skinny dipping. But I never made it into the water." He slapped my ass hard. I felt Coleman reach forward to pry my ass cheeks apart even further. When Zak next thrust in, he got to depths he hadn't reached before.

"When I pulled my pants down, the actives saw 'Mike's Fuckhole' written across my ass," Zak continued. "They nearly fell down laughing, and made me tell them the story. My big brother was humiliated. He said that I had asked for it, that I had started all this trouble, and that I owed him, and all the brothers in the house for humiliating them. And they were going to take the payment from my ass." Coleman lifted his ass off my face for a moment, and then farted right into my nose. He started laughing above me.

"They bent me over the diving board," Zak said, "And tied me down with the lane markers from the pool. First my big brother fucked me, then the pledgemaster. Then all the actives took a shot at my ass - which was still sore from Mike's fucking - and then they let the pledges all have a crack at my ass. The pledgemaster's little brother was even visiting from high school, and they let him fuck me. I've never been so humiliated in all my life. So many guys fucked me that there was a puddle of cum between my ankles." The sling was rocking on its chains now, swinging with every push of Zak's cock into me.

"I thought they would fuck me, get their laugh, and then everything would be back to normal," Zak went on. "But my Big decided that he didn't want me as a brother any more, not after what had happened. They blackballed me from the frat. They got the 8 ball from the frat house and stuck it up my ass and left me there for the night, ass exposed, and the puddle of cum at my feet. I fell asleep, not knowing what would happen with me. But this fucker saved me." I felt Zak give Coleman a high-five above me. Here they were - one guy fucking my ass while the other had me eat his ass - and they were high-fiving each other. Fucking guys.

"I couldn't believe how the brothers treated him," Coleman said. "I knew that I didn't want to be a part of a frat which would ditch a brother when he got in a little trouble. I knew that their idea of loyalty and brotherhood was a sham. After everyone had fallen asleep in the house, I went up to the pool and untied Zak. His legs and arms were cramped, and it took us an hour to get that pool ball out of his ass. We didn't know where to go, so we found Mike, and asked him if he could help us out since he had been the cause of the trouble. I knew he was a cool guy from our fun in the ambulance. I knew he would never have treated a brother like that. The guys at ATO knew that our pledge season is rough, so they let us pledge on one condition: Mike was the alpha of our group, no matter what. We agreed. We still have a couple weeks to go before we're in, but we're totally stoked to be part of ATO. Mike really saved our asses."

"You were the real source of my trouble," Zak said. "You and this slutty little fuckable ass that you have." He spanked me for each word in "slutty little fuckable" and my cheeks stung from his assault. "You were asking for a fucking like this from a real man, and you got one. I'm sorry I used Mike's property, but I think we all know you're the real trouble maker here, you cumwhore." Zak's dirty talk seemed to turn himself on even more, and I felt him shooting his seed deep inside me, which almost sent me over the edge.

Zak pulled out and Coleman got his ass off my face. Zak came around to where my head was, and he leaned his face down next to mine. "Your ass is still the hottest one I've ever fucked," he whispered into my ear. "I didn't really need to test you out. I wanted to prove to my brothers here that I was in charge of you, after that stunt you pulled. Welcome to ATO, whore." His eyes were burning holes through my pupils, and his lips came down and brushed mine ever so slightly. Did he just kiss me?

Coleman had taken over at my ass, plunging his fat sausage of a cock in and out of my cum lubed ass. "I fucking love sloppy seconds," he said as he rammed me. Jimmy laid on top of me and pushed his Asian fuckpole into my mouth. For having the smallest dick in the bunch, he still had enough to make me almost choke. My nose buried into his wiry pubic bush and his body felt smooth against my cheeks.

The guys who weren't using me were standing around, all buck naked now, and talking about nothing in particular. Guys were jacking their cocks to keep them hard, and a couple of guys were helping a buddy out - jacking their cocks from behind while they talked to someone else. They clearly had a familiarity with each other, an almost family bond and comfortableness around each other, and I finally understood why they called themselves brothers.

I wanted desperately to be a part of their family, and as they each fucked me, I began to know them, and a bond began to form. These would be my brothers in time, I realized. I wanted to know each of them intimately, to have the same familiarity with them as they had with each other. I could tell I was still an outsider just then, and I wondered what it would take for me to feel that way, to feel included.

Jimmy fucked me next, and his cock was a relief after Zak and Coleman's pounding. He seemed a man of few words, and he fucked me with a clinical precision, touching my nipples and cock in just the right ways so that before I knew what was happening, I was cumming all over myself. He played me like an instrument, and he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.

Next up was Carl. Carl's style was quick and lazy. He stayed standing where he was and pushed me and the sling away from his cock. He did almost no work, and he came quickly up my ass. With him, as with the others, I found myself tightening up my ass muscles, wanting them to cum harder than they ever had, wanting to please them, to let me join their club.

After Carl came Rico. He was a sexy latino guy, his skin a deep brown like a dark tan. He brought his uncut cock to my face and had me nibble on his foreskin to get his pre-cum going, though he didn't need anything to penetrate my now-leaking-with-cum ass. When he touched me, his hands were warm and strong. I understood the term "latin lover" better than ever before. He took long stroke in and out of me, and talked dirty to me in Spanish. I came a second time as he was fucking me.

When the next guy walked up, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Rob was a black guy whose cock lived up to the legend. His cock was bigger than Mike's (I notice Mike turn his back when Rob started fucking me.) and hung between his legs like a weapon, its pink head sticking out from his skin. I couldn't tell if he was cut or not. He slipped his cock into my ass, closed his eyes, and let out a moan. He rotated his hips, touching me inside where no one else had been able to reach. "I love stirring up the cum my brothers left me," he said. "My dick is getting bigger right now, thinking about your boy pussy and all the loads which coat you inside."

He pumped his cock in and out so deep that I was gasping for air and struggling to touch my cock. Several of the guys standing around were clapping and saying, "Fuck that ass, Rob. Plug his hole deep!" Jimmy even came over and jacked his cock off onto Rob's dick as he pulled out of my ass. Jimmy's second load coated Rob's cock, and he kept fucking with those long strokes. Rob came first, shooting so much inside of me that it spurted out the edges of my ass. My body was in a state of shock, and I couldn't cum again so soon. Rob brought his dick around and had me clean it of all the cum and sweat and ass juice which covered it.

Carlos stood at my ass as I tried to catch my breath. Carlos was latino like Rico, but where Rico was tight and lean, Carlos was big and hairy and macho. He had big flat pecs covered with black fur, and big arms. He had the same amount of fat on him that Coleman did, which made him bulky instead of defined. His foreskin was so big that Coleman joked, "He doesn't have a foreskin. He's got a fucking 8-skin!"

Carlos fucked me slow and gentle. He could move his hips in a way I thought was anatomically impossible. He seemed to be fucking in and out of me at the same time. My ass, and my cock, loved it. I shot another load just before he came, Carlos' hand jerking me off. "Your ass is sucking my cock in, you whore," he said as he shot inside of me. "Your hole is begging for more." After his cumload joined the others inside of me, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you," he said. Suave mother fucker.

When I looked up next, I saw Greg between my legs. I felt his tongue dip into my ass and take a mouthful of mixed cum out of it. He had what I can only describe as a cum-eating grin on his face. He swallowed the load and licked his lips.

"Do you know how long I've wanted a crack at this ass?," he asked. "I was there from the first day that Doug fucked you, and I caught you with a dildo up your ass. Each time, I hoped that Mike would give me permission to taste and fuck this ass, and that day has finally come. Now you'll know what you've been missing." Mike was standing watching us, a grin on his face as our RA took what he had desired for so long.

Greg sunk his cock into the hilt in one move, and fucked my ass unforgivingly. He reached down and grabbed my balls, twisting them and using them for leverage so he could fuck me harder. All the guys were standing around us now, and each one decided to grab a hold of a part of my body. One guy was tickling my arm pits, making me squirt and fight against my restraints. Another guy pulled at my nipples, tugging them enough to catch my breath. Another guy was jacking my cock, and yet another guy was slapping his hard cock against my face, leaving trails of pre-cum and ass-juice. Another guy was tickling my restrained feet. I was in sensory overload, and I came without warning. I heard Greg grunt as he thrust his fat cock inside of me and unloaded. One by one, the hands pulled away, and I was left, spent, in the sling. Finally, one hand began groping me again, pushing into my stretched hole. I knew the hand well. It was Mike's.

"There's a lot of cum in here," Mike said, probing my ass. He brought his cum coated fingers to my mouth and fed me. "Do we have our omega?"

"Fuck yeah," and "Can't wait to get more of that pussy" filled the room. I was exhausted from all the early morning fucking, but I beamed with pride for not having let Mike down.

"You're our last hope," Mike said to me. "We need our omega, and you better deliver. Let's go upstairs and see if Tom is awake yet."

The guys got dressed and Mike and Greg untied me from the sling. My legs were shaky as I stepped down on them, but Mike and Greg held me up. I took a couple of steps, and cum leaked down my legs. My ass cheeks were almost stuck together from dried cum. Carlos and Rob helped me get dressed, and soon I was standing just fine on my own again.

Once we were all dressed, Mike led us up the stairs to the first floor of the frat. He had us wait in the main room and went upstairs. We waited and made small talk. "He's going to get Kirk and Tom," Zak explained. "Kirk's our pledgemaster and Tom's the president. They did the same thing when we showed up." Mike came down a few minutes later, followed by a studly looking upper classman.

"Kirk, sir, this is the omega candidate I was telling you about," Mike explained, introducing me.

Kirk walked around me slowly, eyeing me up and down. Out of instinct, I straightened my back and stuck out my chest and stood at attention. He poked and prodded at some of my muscles, lifting my arm to grab my pec, and still didn't say a word. After inspecting me completely, he said one word - "Pussyboy" - and walked away.

The other guys had been talking, and when we all heard the footsteps on the stairs, they all shut up and stood at attention, even Kirk. The footfalls were slow and deliberate, from a man not in a hurry, a man who commands attention. And when Tom came into view, I understood the admiration and respect these boys paid this man.

Tom demanded everyone's attention by his mere physical presence. He was taller than all of us with massive shoulders which V-ed down to his crotch. His dick was visible through his jeans, even now in its soft state, and I could see it snaking down the left leg of his jeans. His arms were as big around as most men's thighs, and his hands were big enough to palm a watermelon. Masculinity seeped from every pore, and later, after he left, I realized that I had been smelling him from across the room the entire time. He had his own scent. From the moment he walked in, my dick got hard. Mike had always been my alpha male, but next to Tom, Mike looked like a pussyboy himself. My knees buckled and I almost fell to the ground, my instincts crying out to crawl to this Man and pray at the alter of his body. He met my eyes and I had to look away. He was too much for me to handle right then.

"This him?," Tom asked Mike, pointing to me.

"Yes, sir," Mike answered, his voice sounding weaker than I had ever heard.

Tom began the same walk around treatment that Kirk had given me, and my legs started shaking involuntarily. Tom grabbed my shoulders and pushed them back, making my nipples stand out even more. His hand was strong and warm and electric, even through my shirt. He untucked my shirt and pulled it off over my head, leaving me feeling more naked than I ever had. He rubbed my chest briefly with those hands of his, and then made a fist. He punched me, right in the pec, hard enough to knock me back and loose my breath. He showed no reaction. When I stood back at attention, he walked behind me and stuck his hand down the back of my pants. His huge finger found my cum filled hole and he poked through my assring. His finger was bigger than many guys' cocks. Tom started laughing, the most masculine sound I had ever heard.

"You guys got here already, huh?" Tom asked, still laughing.

Mike blushed. "Yes, sir," he said. "We needed to make sure he was worthy of becoming a brother."

"And what have you decided?," Tom asked.

"We, the pledges of Alpha Tao Omega, unanimously decided that this whore - excuse my language sir, but it's true - that this whore is fit to serve in brotherhood as our omega male," Mike said. When Mike said this, and when Tom smirked approvingly, I felt like God himself had smiled upon me.

Tom thought for a few moments. Slowly, he began nodding his head.

"I'm impressed," he said. "When you maggots started, you couldn't even wipe your own fucking noses as a group. Now you have decided to let another join your ranks. Your bond is strong."

"But there is a problem," he continued. "This boy cannot become a man without going through what each of you has endured. We have identified a flaw with each of you, an Achilles heal which would bring you down if allowed to continue. You have each suffered a trial, and you have witnessed these trials for your fellow brothers. This pussyboy, as you call him, has not had this experience, and cannot therefore be an equal brother to you all."

My heart sank. I would never be a brother. Kirk seemed to smirk at this. He seemed to want me to fail in this quest. He was supposed to call the shots for this pledge class, not the pledges themselves.

"Unless . . ." Tom said, trailing off. "Unless, of course, we test him ourselves. But his trial would have to be different. He would have weeks of hell to experience to come as far as you brothers have."

"I will offer you this," Tom continued, his voice commanding attention from everyone in the room. "If the whore truly desires brotherhood, he will have to endure what each of you has had to endure. He will have to live through each trial that you have each experienced, each personal hell you have overcome."

"But Tom," Kirk began. "You need the permission of the executive council . . ."

"I need nothing!" Tom yelled. "I am the president of this fraternity, and with that responsibility comes the power to rule."

"Sorry, sir," Kirk said, sounding like a pledge himself.

"You have heard my offer," Tom said, looking at me so intently that it took all of my willpower not to look away. "You will have to endure tortures that you can not even imagine, only to become the slave of your brothers. What do you choose?"

I looked at Mike, the man I had come to worship. The choice was clear.

"Some of these men are already closer to me than brothers," I said. "And I want to join the others, no matter what the price."

Tom looked pleased, a smile forming on the corners of his mouth. "Very well then," he said. "Your initiation will begin tonight. Rico was the first to be tested, and his shall be your first test. Get some rest today; you will need it." As he walked up the stairs (his ass sculpted perfection), I realized I hadn't been breathing while he had been in the room. The world seemed normal again.

"Let's get down to the basement," Mike said, leading me away. "You can sleep there."

"Mike, thank you," I said. "Can I ask what Rico's test was?"

"I can't tell you directly," Mike said, "But I can tell you that Rico has a very small bladder. He pees every 10 minutes."

As my new pledgemates and I walked down to the basement of what would be my fraternity, my mind raced trying to think what punishment a house full of college men would think of for a guy with a small bladder.

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