WARNING: The following is a work of fiction containing (hopefully) graphic descriptions of sex between any number of willing men. If this sort of material offends you, you shouldn't be reading it. If you are too young to read this sort of material, you shouldn't be reading it. If however, you are of age and you're sitting in your dorm room and no one else is around and you can't figure out why you get a hard-on every time your best buddy drops his shorts and heads to the shower...read on my friend.
This story is fictional. Any similarities between the men in this story and the men that you know are purely coincidental, although the author wouldn't mind hearing about them himself.
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Constructive criticism will be accepted. Praise will be absorbed. Flames will be ignored.
Now, without further ado . . .
LeaDR HOUSE
by Theo North
Chapter 11
in which the pledges learn
to give the people what they pay for
Scott stood alone on the stage wearing nothing but a jock strap. His oiled muscles gleamed in the spotlights. He couldn't see the crowd through the blinding light, but he could hear them.
"100 bucks!"
"150!"
"200!!!"
"I got $200," said Josh, the frat president, from his podium. "$200 going once . . . going twice . . . sold to Sgt. Stenson."
It was the LeaDR's annual Pledge Auction Night a highlight of the year for the LeaDRs and for many of the men in town. Each year, the members of the pledge class were auctioned off to the highest bidder. Once a boy had been purchased, he belonged to the buyer until sunrise the next morning and during those nighttime hours, he did whatever he was told to do.
It was always a very successful fundraiser for the LeaDRs.
Sgt. Stenson was 6', 210 pounds of smooth muscle topped with white-blond hair cut high-and-tight. He still had the face of a little boy, but his body was all man and his uniform only heightened his masculinity. He served as a local recruiter for the Army and had been teaching ROTC classes at St. Winston's for five years. During his first year, he had been working out at the academy's gym one afternoon when a coach pulled him aside and told him, in a whispering voice, about the annual LeaDR auction. "I think you definitely would want to be there," the coach had said. Sgt. Stenson showed up that year and every year since. He always made sure to bring plenty of cash.
This year, he had been immediately attracted to Scott. One look at the young stud's dark, muscled good looks and Stenson knew he would walk away from the auction with that boy as his own property.
Outside in his jeep, Stenson sized the kid up: about 5-and-a-half feet, with pumped muscles everywhere you looked, black hair, black eyes, probably had some Greek or southern Italian in his ancestry. He looked amazingly confident considering he was still wearing only the jock strap. Stenson was surprised that he found himself feeling intimidated by the kid's cool, self-assurance. "You look pretty tough, kid."
Scott nodded. "I can hold my own."
"Nice muscles. You play any sports?"
"I wrestled in high school," Scott said. He rolled his shoulders back and flexed his pecs for the cop. "I still work out and keep in shape."
"I see that." Stenson reached over and felt the hard mounds of Scott's chest. The baby oil still coated his naked body and Stenson's hand slid across the boy's smooth skin.
Watching his new "master," Scott could see the guy was practically drooling with lust for his young, hard body. "Lick it," Scott said, matter-of-factly.
"Wha?"
"Come on, get your mouth on my chest. You know you want to lick it. Get to work."
Stenson's eyes bulged. He gave a small whimper as he leaned across the seats and locked his lips on the young man's nipples.
"Yeah! Suck it! Suck hard!" Scott clamped a hand onto the back of Stenson's head and shoved the officer's face into his chest. He could feel the older man struggle . . . the muscles in his neck straining, shoving the white-blond bristles of his crewcut into Scott's pushing hand. But Scott had the advantage and his strong biceps pulled Stenson onto his nipple. He reached down with his free hand and delivered a stinging smack to the Army stud's ass. Even through his uniform, the slap hurt and Stenson let out a yelp of surprise and pain. "That's what happens to boys who don't do what they're told. Now SUCK THAT TIT!"
"Sir, yes sir!" Stenson moaned around the mouthful of young chest-flesh in his mouth.
The army stud turned out to be a first-class tit-sucker. "Yeah . . . so good . . . feels so fucking good . . ." moaned Scott. "Let's see what else you can do with that mouth."
Scott shoved the blond head further south, down into his lap. "There you go. Get a good whiff of that hot, fucking jock. Smell my cock . . . hot man scent pouring off my balls. Get yourself a big ol' taste. Wash that jock in your fucking mouth."
Again Stenson struggled. This wasn't what he had in mind. He was older than this boy. He was U.S. Army. And he had PAID for this kid. He was supposed to dominate, not be shoved around like a slut. He sat up, pulling his face away from the hot, young man.
"No! Goddammit, you're not in charge here."
"Is that so?" Scott asked and he casually spread his legs, scratching his ball through his jock. Stenson's eyes followed the movement. He swallowed hard.
"You mean you didn't enjoy having your mouth on my hot skin? Huh? You don't want to taste this hot, boy jock filled with sweat and piss and cum? Huh?"
Stenson's face flushed red. He was starting to sweat.
Scott dipped a finger inside the side of his jock. Stenson could see the digit trace under the boy's heavy balls. Scott brought the finger out and held it beneath his nose, inhaling deeply. "Mmmmmmmm . . . smells good to me. I love the scent of sweaty, heavy, balls getting ready for sex, don't you buddy?"
"Mmmph" Stenson whimpered. His cock was throbbing with desire. His nostrils flared as he tried to catch a whiff of the boy's balls.
"Here you go," Scott said, holding out the finger. "Get a good smell."
Stenson tried to resist. He fought it, his body trembling with desire and his upper lip moist with sweat. His mind reeled in confusion and frustration.
"COME ON, YOU GODDAMN COCK PIG! You know you want my dick in your face, now get down there and stop wasting our time!" Scott's suddenly harsh tone was like a smack to Stenson's face. Simultaneously, it brought him back to reality and snapped his will power. He moaned and collapsed forward, his mouth latching onto the young man's jock pouch. His teeth tore into the thin material as he twisted his head back and forth, sucking with all his might to get the taste of sweat and cum out of the cotton mesh, growling loudly as the force of his own horniness washed over him.
"YEAH! .... OOOOH YEAH! SUCK THAT FUCKING JOCK YOU HORNY BASTARD! ... YEAH! ... Work it good and I'll let you have my cock. .... that's what you want, isn't it? .... Hot,hard, cock ... big fucking cock stretching your throat ... filling you up with hot mancream ...YEAH!"
"Yes sir!" growled Stenson.
"Damn straight ... big ol' Army boy wants some hot cock . . . needs a hot LeaDR cock filling him up . . . yeah, big, hard, fat mancock ... that's what you need, boy."
"Yes, sir!"
"Look how hard you got my cock, boy . . . Look at it stretching that jock strap . . . pushing that strap up . . . big, long, thick, cock . . . dark and hot . . . you like that cock, boy? Huh?"
"Sir, yes sir! You got a fuckin' beautiful cock, sir."
"You want to suck on that big cock boy?"
"Oh YES SIR!"
"Huh? Wanna taste that big, fucking, dripping cock . . . taste my precum dripping onto your tongue . . . feel, my hard shaft plowing into your throat? . . . huh?"
"GODDAMN SIR! YES SIR! PLEASE!"
"Then get on it, boy," Scott commanded with a sneer.
There was no struggle. The big Army stud pulled the jock pouch to the side and gratefully buried his face in the young man's lap. His mouth took Scott's tool all the way in one, delirious stroke.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!!! . . . Soo goood! . . . Fuck, suck that hot cock! Feed on that man meat . . . yeah, Army boy . . . suck on my big, fuckin' tool! . . . hot man cock . . fucking hot . . . sooo gooood!"
Stenson grunted and groaned, feeling the thick cock slide into his mouth, back and into his throat. He couldn't believe how great this commanding young stud's cock felt in his mouth ... velvety soft, yet hard as steel. Choking off his air supply with each downward stroke, then dripping delicious, creamy drops of pre-cum onto his tongue as he pulled back.
"Ooooooooooooooh, Army boy, you're making my cock so hard," Scott growled as the older stud worked his teenage cock. "Keep at it, boy. Suck hard"
Stenson did just that, burying his nose in the short, fragrant hairs at the base of Scott's cock. He could feel Scott's hand on his ass, rubbing the sergeant's round, firm globes. The harder Stenson sucked, the more urgently the hand on his ass rubbed. Stenson was enjoying the young stud's attention and happily shoved his muscular butt up in the air, begging for more attention. He felt fingers shoving the fabric of his uniform trousers into his asscrack, felt those fingers rubbing over the puckered opening of his hole. Christ, how long had it been since anyone had touched his hole? Stenson couldn't remember. With his big, butch looks and his uniform, Stenson was accustomed to being the one in control, and the one on top. This kid was doing things to him no one had done in ages.
Lost in thought, Stenson was surprised to suddenly feel a knife blade cutting the seam of his trousers along his asscrack.
"JESUS!" he yelled.
SMACK! Scott's hand landed on Stenson's now-laid-bare ass. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, ARMY BOY! I'M TAKING THIS ASS!"
Stenson looked at the giant cock in front of his face and imagined it buried in his hole. His asshole tightened in fear. God, how long had it been since he'd been fucked? Years, he thought, not since that night with the Marine in San Diego . . .
"Oh god, no . . . this has gone far enough . . . no, you can't"
SMACK!! Another stinging blow landed on his ass. "I SAID I'm taking this ass, Army boy. That was NOT a request for permission. Now shut the fuck up and take this stud cock like a man."
Sgt. Stenson flushed red as he pressed his face to the driver's seat of his jeep and raised his ass in acceptance of his fate. Looking down to the floorboard, he saw the knife Scott had used to rip his trousers open . . . it was his own knife, off of his belt. Totally humiliating, to have his own tools used against him as his ass was violated.
Scott kneeled between the sergeant's spread legs and ran his hand over his smooth, oiled chest. "Lucky for you I brought some lube," Scott chuckled as he rubbed the oil over his swollen cock.
"Now get ready, Army boy," Scott said as he placed his cock against Stenson's quivering hole. "UNNNNGH!" the fratboy grunted as he rammed his hips forward.
Stenson screamed out in pain as the head of thick cock entered his chute. His muscles clamped down hard on the invading cock, trying to squeeze it out, but Scott kept pushing forward.
"COME ON BOY! OPEN UP THAT HOLE FOR YOUR MASTER! . . . COME ON, ARMY BOY. CAN'T FUCK YOUR BITCH ASS IF YOU SQUEEZE IT UP LIKE THAT!!" the kid chuckled wickedly. "You DO want your bitch ass fucked, don't you, boy? Huh?"
"Unnnnnnggh!" Stenson grunted, refusing to answer the kid's question.
SMACK! A rough hand smacked his smooth, tortured ass and Stenson screamed out. His ass momentarily relaxed from the spanking and Scott sunk his cock balls-deep in the sergeant's tight hole.
"UUUUUNNNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Stenson grunted through clenched teeth in time with the hot fuck his ass was experiencing.
"OH YEAH!" Scott howled. "HOT FUCKING ARMY ASS . . . YEAH, HOT AND TIGHT . . . WRAPPING AROUND MY STUD COCK AND MAKING IT FEEL SOOOOOO GOOD!"
Scott grabbed the sergeant by the hips and slammed his cock hard and fast into the tight hole. He was not at all gentle, giving the stud beneath him a fuck he wouldn't soon forget . . . and, Scott hoped, one he would want to repeat soon. He reached beneath the sergeant and unfastened the older man's zipper, releasing a hard, dripping cock.
"Nice piece of meat, here, Army boy." Scott grunted as he started to stroke in time with his ass-ramming assault.
"Ooooh!" Stenson moaned. His cock was so hard. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls even before Scott grabbed hold of his stalk. "Oooooooh ... please .... please," Stenson babbled.
"Please what, Army boy?"
"Gonna . . . gonna . . . Ooooooooh! Oooh! UUUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!" Stenson's entire body went rigid, each corded muscle straining as his balls drew up and his white-hot load fired onto the leather seat beneath him. His breath came in rugged, panting gasps as volley after volley of cream shot from his turned-on nuts.
The sergeant's orgasm sent Scott over the edge, too.
"HERE IT CUMS, BOY . . . LOTS OF CIVVIE CREAM FOR MY ARMY BOY . . . GONNA FILL YOUR ASS WITH HOT STUD JIZZ . . . OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!"
Scott collapsed onto Stenson's sweaty back. His hard cock remained buried up the sergeant's hole. As his post-orgasmic senses returned, he stirred his still-hard meat in the blonde stud's ass.
"You ready for Round 2, Army boy?" Scott grinned.
"Ooooooooh, shit!" Stenson moaned as he prepared for another ass-pounding.
Jeffrey stood on stage in his jockstrap. The oil glistened on the hair that covered his chest, arms, legs and ass. Under the spotlights, the giant, muscular, young man looked like a statue dedicated to sexual perfection. The bidding topped out at $275 and Jeffrey was led down off the stage and turned over to a man who looked to be only a few years older than himself.
"Oh yeah, Brad is going to love you. Everyone is going to love you," the guy commented as he led Jeffrey outside to his car. "Can you dance?" he asked.
Once in the car, the guy introduced himself as Dwight. He explained that his buddy, Brad, was getting married in two weeks. Next week, there would be an "official" bachelor party with a female stripper and lots of male friends, co-workers and relatives. Only a few guys, though, knew that Brad was bi and those few friends were getting together to help Brad close the book on that chapter of his life in style. "You're going to be the entertainment."
"What, do you want me to strip, or something? I'm not wearing much to start with," Jeffrey said.
"Hell, buddy, you don't have to strip. When I turn on the music, you just come out in that jockstrap and your big, fucking, oiled body and dance a little. I guarantee you that'll be hot enough."
When they got to the house, Dwight snuck Jeffrey into the back door and hid him in the pantry. "When you hear the music, come on out and start dancing. I'll point you toward Brad. Make him real happy, got it?"
Jeffrey nodded dumbly and waited in the pantry. He could hear the sounds of guys laughing and having a good time. After a while, it got real quiet and he could hear Dwight's voice making some kind of speech. There was occasional laughter. Then, Jeffrey heard music playing . . . loud with a driving beat. He swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped out of the pantry. He went through the kitchen, opened the door, and found himself in a roomful of men whose jaws suddenly dropped to the floor.
For a moment, Jeffrey just stood there, staring at the men who sat staring back at him. Then, suddenly, there were whoops and yells from the men.
"DAMN!" "Hot STUD" "Where'd you find this guy, Dwight?"
Suddenly, Dwight was beside him. "DANCE!" he whispered urgently. "The one in the big chair over there is Brad."
Jeffrey looked over and saw a cute guy with brown hair and eyes and a round, sweet face. He was wearing 501s and a polo shirt, and Jeffrey could see a fair amount of hair sticking out of the top of that shirt. As he took inventory of the guest of honor, he started to sway his hips in time with the music.
As the men began to cheer and shout encouragement, Jeffrey got bolder and really got into the music. Soon he was strutting around, pumping his hips and rubbing his hand over his furry body like he imagined a male stripper would. He was really getting into and starting to feel very sexy. He could tell that his cock was getting hard inside his jockstrap, but the other guys didn't seem to mind so he didn't worry about it. He could tell that Brad seemed to like what he was seeing.
"Over here, buddy!" one of the guys yelled. Jeffrey looked over and was surprised to see that the guy was waving a dollar bill in the air. Now, Jeffrey had never been to a strip club, but he wasn't totally naive! He knew that guy wanted to tuck that dollar in his jock. What the hell, he thought, as he strutted over and thrust his jock-clad cock in front of the man with the bill.
"Mmmmmmmm ...nice," the guy muttered as he slid the dollar bill into Jeffrey's pouch and felt up the boy's hardening cock.
Soon, all the guys had bills out and they were shoving them into Jeffrey's jock. Hands caressed his cock, making it longer and harder. They massaged his big, hairy balls, stroked his furry ass. There were six guys in the room, including Dwight and Brad, and they were all pawing his body and tucking bills into his jock.
The whole experience was a head rush for Jeffrey. Normally sweet-natured and even modest, he felt like a totally hot slut strutting his stuff for the men in the room. He knew that, to these guys, he was a sexual fantasy come true, and he decided to act like one. For one night, at least, he would be a sex god!
"You guys want some of this?" Jeffrey teased as he licked his fingers and ran them down his ripped, hairy torso.
"YEAH!" they cheered.
"Yeah?" he leered. "Well, I don't know. Maybe I better save it for the guest of honor, you think?" He strutted over to Brad's chair and straddled it, his sweaty jock pouch in the handsome, young man's face as he began a slow and sensuous thrust. Brad's hands reached out to feel the dancer's hard, hairy body and Jeffrey clasped his hands over the groom-to-be's and guided them across his pecs, down his rippling abs and around the heat of his basket.
The guys were cheering and chanting. Brad was blushing bright red, but he wasn't pulling away. Dwight, who was standing next to Brad, reached down and placed a fifty dollar bill in Brad's mouth. As the young bridegroom leaned forward, Jeffrey cupped the back of his head in his large hand and ground his nuts into the stud's face. "Yeah, come on. You give me that big tip, and I'll give you MY big tip," he growled as the men roared.
Brad shoved the bill into the jock with his mouth, using his tongue to shove it under the cotton pouch. Occasionally, his tongue would slip off the bill and he would get a salty slurp of the young college stud's giant balls. Each time that happened, Jeffrey would groan a little and shove Brad's head harder between his legs. Soon, the fifty was forgotten and Brad was shoving his tongue under the jock to lick as much of Jeffrey's cock as he could reach.
"YEAH!" Jeffrey moaned. "Come on stud! Lick that big cock . . . suck on my giant, stud balls! Come on, that might be the last cock you get to suck, right guys?"
"YEAH!" the men cheered. "SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"
Jeffrey pulled the jock to the side and his giant meat sprang out into the air. Brad gasped as the full length was revealed to him. Then, Jeffrey grabbed the back of Brad's head again and the soon-to-be-married man was slurping cock like his life depended on it. In and out, Jeffrey pumped his hips as the men in the room continued their chant of "SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!" Brad's eyes were watering, but he was making happy, gurgling sounds at the back of his throat. With each out stroke, Jeffrey's fat, spit-covered cock was revealed to the other guys in the room and they all seem mesmerized by his tremendous fratmeat.
"Goddamn, how big is that thing?" one guy asked.
"Eleven inches, cut" Jeffrey responded while still pounding Brad's face.
"JESUS!"
"Yeah, well look at the size of the rest of this kid," Dwight said. "Eleven inches just barely keeps it in proportion!"
They all laughed as Brad struggled to take the face-fuck he was receiving.
"COME ON!!!!" Jeffrey growled. "Take that fucking cock . . . suck it all the way down . . . there you go . . . nice and hot . . . hot mouth on my big, long, hard cock . . . suck that young mancock!"
Brad continued to gurgle and moan around the cock filling his face. He struggled to work his tongue over the shaft in his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he hummed.
"OH YEAH! Work that tongue! . . . So HOT! SO GOOOOOOOD! OH CHRIST, GONNA CUM, BRAD . . . GONNA SHOOT HOT COLLEGE CUM DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!"
Brad's eyes bulged as Jeffrey buried his bone deep and the monster in his throat swelled even larger.
"AAAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHHH!!!!!" Jeffrey screamed as he unloaded.
With the release of his fist load, the bachelor party broke out into an all out orgy.
Jeffrey lost count of how many times he shot that night, but there were six guys there and each of them took home at least one of Jeffrey's loads in their belly or ass.
Jeffrey did distinctly remember that, at one point, Dwight cornered him. "You know," he whispered. "It's traditional for the entertainment to satisfy the best man after the groom, since the best man is the one who pays."
Jeffrey thought Dwight was pretty hot looking, so he had no problem with that. "What do you want to do?" he asked.
"I want your ass."
DAMN! Jeffrey would have never guessed that Dwight had a cock as big as his own. On Dwight, it was NOT in proportion . . . it was almost freakishly huge, but it felt great up his beefy, jock ass, all the same. The men stood around them and cheered as Dwight shoved that monster meat into Jeffrey's muscular, fur-covered ass. Jeffrey was sweating and moaning like a whore, but he loved the feel of that big cock up his hole.
When Dwight dropped Jeffrey off in front of LeaDR House the next morning, the frat pledge had $200 in tips in his pocket along with four phone numbers . . . including Brad's!
David stood in the spotlights on the stage. Like the others, he was dressed in a jock and oiled down. He could hear the shouted bids, but couldn't see anyone in the audience with the lights shining in his face.
From backstage, he had glanced out before it was his turn on stage and seen several familiar faces. Dean Anderson was here. The two cops who had brought Carter back after his strange "disapperance," were here. His geography professor was here, the guy who ran the pet store in town, some guys he had seen at the gym . . . and lots of people he didn't recognize. His heart froze as he looked out and saw Coach Fulsom and Coach Barnett in the back of the crowd. He watched them all night and they hadn't bid on any of the other pledges. He had a sick feeling they were waiting for him and he didn't want to think about what they might do if they got him.
Once the bidding started, he listened closely to the voices. The two coaches were easy to identify and, sure enough, they were bidding for him. David's asshole clenched at the thought of those two studs taking their revenge on his body. He was practically quivering on stage when, suddenly, he realized someone was bidding against the pair. He didn't recognize the voice, though he had a feeling he should. It was deep and vaguely familiar.
The mystery bidder and the coaches were in a bidding war. David's price kept going up and up. People in the audience gasped and David could hear murmurs, people asking what was so special about this kid that he was creating such a stir. David wondered that himself. He KNEW why the coaches wanted him: revenge. But who else would be bidding on him at these prices? What reason would they have for wanting to buy him for the night?
"$500," the mystery man called out.
"$525" the coaches countered.
"$600" said the man as the crowd gasped. Everyone in the room looked to the coaches who cursed and waved off the bid.
"I've got $600 going once . . . twice . . . sold," said Josh, sounded as amazed as anyone in the room.
As he went to escort his little brother off the stage, Josh whispered, "Dude, that is the most anyone ever paid for a LeaDR pledge!"
"Who was it?" David asked.
"I don't know. I've never seen him before. But make him happy so he comes back next year!" Josh giggled.
Two brothers grabbed David by the arms and brought him out into the auditorium to meet his "master." As he walked by the two coaches, he could see them leering at him, like a pair of cats who were THAT close to catching the canary before their owner got home.
"Here you go sir," one of the brothers said, turning David over to the high-bidder. "Have him back by sunrise."
Looking up into the familiar eyes, David gasped.
"Hello David. Surprised to see me?"
"KENT!!!????!" David shouted. "What the hell are you doing here??"
"Nobody walks out on me like you did, boy. Tonight, it's payback time. I just spent $600 and I intend to get my money's worth."
---------------------- David's adventures will continue in the next chapter of "LeaDR House." Comments can be sent to TheoNorth@aol.com