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Story - Cast Adrift (pt.2)

Cast Adrift

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ◊ All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Tori sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window at the pale blue sky. He was still a bit in shock, because really, he did think he had done enough to get accepted at Sigma Phi Tau. He had endured even Eric’s paddling, with only one penalty point. The others, those who made it, had done a lot worse than he had. Even in the other tests, his collected pool of penalty points was way less than those who had made the fraternity.

Still, he had the one disadvantage that obviously is what cost him his membership. His looks. There wasn’t much he could do about that aspect, and really, what the hell was so wrong in being ordinary looking? Wasn’t like his face was covered in zits, wasn’t like his body was nothing but a bag of bones either. Sure, his body wasn’t stuffed with muscles, like the five who decided his fate, but then he wasn’t any less muscular than Cody or Jarrod, and they both made it.

Hell, Jarrod had five more penalty points than he did, and Cody, well he had seven more, yet they made it. Neither of them were athletes or had the jock build, so why did he get dismissed? He hadn’t talked back, hadn’t questioned the bizarre rituals he endured during Hell Week, so why was he here, sitting in his dorm room, cast aside?

Part of him had wished he had asked Brandon, but he knew there wouldn’t be any answer. While Brandon was a nice guy, had it all really in both looks and personality, he just wasn’t going to tell him the truth. No matter what it was, but deep down, Tori was certain it was his looks, and Eric. That had to be it, and Eric was the guy in charge, and everyone in that house knew it, too.

Maybe he should have taken another penalty during the paddling? Could be that Eric was put off by his resilience, his ability to have taken his hard whacks, and not scream or move. He had wanted to do both, god, that first blow had been pure agony. Still, he had kept quiet, drew blood from his lip in trying to not show the pain, which maybe he shouldn’t have done. Still, part of the rules were to keep as quiet as possible, to earn points that way, to offset any penalties.

He had been rather pleased with himself too, for earning two whole points during that ritual. According to Brandon, the most anyone had ever earned during Eric’s little spankings, was a point. Rarely did anyone get that even, and here he comes along, and gets two. Maybe that is what pissed the guy off, and why he got sent back to being a nobody in a dorm?

It had been a long time since he felt this shitty. Tori could feel the tears at the corners of his eyes, something he hadn’t done since a little kid. One thing he had learned early on, never show his hurt, his pain. People would jump on it, make it worse, as he had found out. Not just from his school friends, but his own family had made the slightest sign of weakness a big deal. His father, had only yelled louder, hit him harder, if he so much as whimpered when being punished for something or other. Not like his Mother was any better, with her sharp tongue, and hard wooden backed hair brush that she used. Least with his Father, the belt sometimes lost its energy, not her hairbrush.

Thinking of them, he felt the first tear trickle down his face. Anger too, because he didn’t think he deserved their crap anymore than he felt he deserved to have been left out of the Fraternity. It wasn’t fair, not by any stretch of the imagination, and so what if he was sensitive to things. Like how would they even know? He never showed it, not when he had to spend an entire day going around campus dressed in some bright yellow skirt, an ugly pink blouse, a wig that was right out of Marge Simpson’s closet, and then there was the makeup they had put on him.

He still felt sick to his stomach at the reek from the cologne they literally doused him and the others with. But he hadn’t complained, didn’t even grimace, despite the catcalls, the hoots from all who saw him parade around, skipping and swinging that stupid polka dot handbag. Even when they played the video of his day, skipping around campus, did he show any of the pain he was feeling inside. Not a whimper, nothing, and yet other’s were almost constantly in tears, or moaning about how it would look.

Not him, so why the cold shoulder?

Like he hadn’t said a word when told about the egg roll. Not like Jarrod who had whined like crazy about it, had done nothing but bitch and moan, though he had done it. Still, he hadn’t, and had done pretty good at it too, least so Brandon had said. Not many could say that they could roll an egg down a floor, then get up between another’s spread open butt, and place the egg over their gaping hole.

Sure, it was a bit unpleasant. Yet the way Jarrod had bitched, you would think he’d never had his face over another guy’s ass. Still, the idea of rolling an egg up between a guy’s open cheeks, to place it over his gaping hole, without it falling off, or breaking, was a challenge. Not just the sexual connotation, but the risk too. If it broke, you had to lick it off, and well, the eggs weren’t exactly fresh, nor where they solid. He had broken two, Jarrod had broken four, before he got one to stay up. And he did look like he hadn’t minded licking the broken egg off, from between Rod’s cheeks either. In fact he was pretty certain that Jarrod had broken the eggs deliberately, well at least the first one.

Now he hadn’t done it on purpose, but he too didn’t mind the experience. After all, it was Hank’s butt, and he had a nice ass. It even smelled nice, despite the egg, which had nearly made him puke, but he had managed. Hank sure as hell didn’t seem to mind, judging by the little moans that escaped his lips while he was licking the egg from between those cheeks. Okay, so his tongue had lightly touched his hole, a couple of times, it was his chance, and while it wasn’t like he rimmed the guy, it certainly didn’t feel all that bad.

Maybe that was it? Could Hank have complained to Eric or the others? Maybe he had licked his hole a bit more than once or twice, but he did get all the egg out. That was the task, and he didn’t go breaking them on purpose so he could lick his ass, though he was certain Jarrod did.

Maybe if he had Rod as a partner, he would have too, though Rod wouldn’t want someone like him licking his hole. Now Jarrod, well while Jarrod wasn’t any better looking, he did have a better smile, and longer hair. He dressed better too, and the tight pants did suit him better than the one’s Tori wore, but shit, he wasn’t wearing any pants when he was licking his hole.

The knock on his dorm door, surprised him. He stared at the closed door, as no one knocked and if they did, it sure as hell wasn’t for him. It would be for his roommate, who was off pledging at another fraternity. Soon he’d have to worry about breaking in a new roommate, hopefully one who was as complacent as Ken was. Least he didn’t hate fags, just as long as they didn’t stare. It was his one rule, which Tori had followed. He was good at that, not that it seemed to help him much.

He might be good at following rules, at taking other people’s feelings into account, but it sure didn’t get him anywhere. Least it didn’t help get him into Sigma Phi Tau, though he had thought it would. After all, the straight frat houses, well manners and following rules didn’t seem to matter much, but you would think a Gay Frat would be different.

The second knock made him holler for the guy to come in, followed by a Ken isn’t here, but still the door opened. He was stunned as he looked up at the figure in the door, and his heart almost stopped, as he recognized Eric. It was scary, to see those dark eyes peering at him, exploring his thoughts before he could even think them, or so it seemed.

‘Nice room’

‘I guess’

‘Brandon has convinced me to re examine your application for membership.’

Tori felt like he would faint. His heart began to race, as he stared at Eric, surprised to see him, totally stunned to hear his words. Yet there was that glint again, that little curl around his lips that also frightened the hell out of him. He really didn’t know what to say, so all he could do was stare, which seemed to suit Eric just right. He walked in, closing the door and looked around. He even picked up one of Tori’s books and casually looked at it, then around at the room, noting the posters, the disarray of the place.

‘You interested in taking one more test, to see if you qualify or not?’

‘Yes, sure, I appreciate that you uh, that you are…’

‘Don’t suck up, it’s not becoming, besides you don’t know the terms yet.’

‘No, I guess, I am sorry, but yes, I do want a chance.’

‘Brandon said you would, so, your roommate, is he due back soon?’

‘Huh? No, no he’s pledging at some house, he won’t be back till much later, to pick up his stuff.’

‘So he made it, did he?’

‘Yeah.’

Eric stared at him, and for a brief second there seemed to be sympathy, or at least some understanding of how he was feeling. It didn’t last long, and he began to wonder if he had really seen it, as Eric just looked at him. Those eyes were making him very nervous, as he walked around the room, then as he crossed by the door, he turned the lock. The loud click made him jump a bit, as he looked at Eric.

‘It really is simple, you will submit to me, and if I am satisfied, you get in, if not, well there won’t be a third chance, nor will you discuss this with anyone, is that understood? I do mean no one, not Brandon, if he asks even, or anyone, clear?’

He just nodded as Eric dropped his shoulder bag onto the desk and opened the zipper top. He seemed to reach in and grab something, then as he did, he looked over at Tori and dropped whatever he had grabbed. He fumbled with something else, then drew out a long wooden backed brush, that he carefully placed on the small desk, next to where Tori sat.

The childhood memories of his mother, her shrill voice as she would make him drop his trousers, and bend over, while she fondled a very similar looking wooden brush. Hers wasn’t quite as long, nor did it look as thick either. He felt his body tighten, felt his nerves stretch, as Eric reached back into the bag, and pulled out a rather short squat little black rubber dildo. It was ridged all around its shaft, and was maybe four or five inches long. What made his eyes widen was how thick it looked, with a small thin handle. The thin narrow tip that grew to a huge band made his tummy rumble, as he stared both at the brush, the dildo, and then at Eric.

There was no mistaking his glare, or the hidden implication of the two objects that now sat on his desk. Eric then reached once more into his bag, and pulled out a small bottle, that Tori knew was lubrication. He also pulled out a box of condoms, that got Tori’s eyes bulging even more. Could Eric be on the make for him, was that what he meant by submit?

It was an interesting thought, given how Eric looked, but staring at his face, he was suddenly certain that Eric wasn’t about to give him a ride, least not the kind he wouldn’t mind having. Judging from Eric’s bulge, he wasn’t exactly tiny in that department, plus Tori was fairly certain that Eric was uncut.

He loved playing with an uncut dick, the way he could manipulate the foreskin, until it became rigid, unable to cover the cock head. Then he would let his tongue lick the head, watching the whole penis shudder, and then, well, glancing away, he let his mind cool off. He didn’t want to make the same mistake Hank made in the paddling. His hard on certainly seemed to get Eric pissed off.

‘You ready for your last chance?’

‘Yes’ was all he could say, barely, as he looked at Eric, then at the assembled goodies on his desk. He didn’t know what to do, so he waited, slightly afraid of what Eric had in mind.

‘Strip, everything off.’

The words weren’t shouted, or even barked. They were rather softly spoke, yet more threatening that if they had been shouted at him. He quickly stood up and tossed off his runners, removing his shirt at the same time. He hurried, unsure what he would do when Eric layed the brush to his already battered buttock, but he wasn’t going to refuse.

His pants were already at his knees, as he began to kick them off, while pushing his shorts down. Despite being nervous, he realized as his shorts came down, that he was also excited. Only this time, Eric didn’t seem so upset, as he had been with Hank. Instead he seemed to smile a little, which only made him look more handsome, less threatening. Tori took a deep breath, as he stood up tall, totally naked.

His own penis was not fully erect, but it didn’t droop either. His balls dangled below as he let Eric take it all in, and he couldn’t help but notice a rather approving look come over him. He waited, his hands at his side, as Eric took his time staring at his naked body. The eyes seemed to take it all in, the thin spindle like legs, the skinny arms, and the pure white skin of his torso. He tried to keep from breathing too hard, but he was too nervous.

Tori could feel the eyes stare at his bony chest, at the rib cage that showed through his very pale skin, and his total lack of body hair made him look like a ghost. Yet, as he stood there, Eric didn’t seem too upset by what he saw, and then finally his eyes became fixed to Tori’s groin.

He could feel them stare, feel them take in every inch of his average sized penis, at the full balls that dangled below. Standing with his feet apart, he kept his hands still, as Eric took it all in. Tori could hear him breathing, as he stared at him, at his nude skinny frame, but somehow he didn’t feel like Eric was disappointed in what he was seeing.

‘Down on you knees Pledge, spread your legs wide, and then reach back with your hands, to spread that skinny butt of yours.’

Obeying, he let his upper body rest on the bed, as he did as ordered. His fingers reached back, to take hold of his butt cheeks, to sink in and spread them as far apart as possible. He felt the fingers dig into what flesh he had, then he pulled, as he kept his face down, staring off at the far wall.

The sounds of movement made him want to turn, to stare over his shoulder, but he didn’t. Tori was certain Eric wouldn’t want him to, and he didn’t want to risk anything going wrong. He held his breath as he felt a hand on the small of his back, felt the excitement inside, as his cock sprung up a bit more, as the thrill of Eric’s touch raced through his body. He licked his lips, as he felt the hand push down on the small of his back, then the cold liquid made him flinch.

He could feel it sliding down his opened butt crack, feel it ooze down his valley, and circle around his exposed hole. Tori bit down on his lower lip, feeling the pain from his teeth, against an already sore lower lip. The bite from when he had been paddled nowhere near healed.

‘Your cheeks still look sore, I did a good job yesterday, you sure you want to go ahead? I won’t hold back, so be certain Pledge.’

‘Yes’ was all he could say, as he felt the hand move off the small of his back, and down his valley. More of the cold lubricant was poured down his valley, and he felt Eric’s finger probing at his hole, driving more of the lube into his hole. He grunted as the first finger probed past his muscle.

It was a quick darting probe, that seemed to push the liquid ahead, then off to either side of his insides. His body trembled a bit, as he was still sore, and the weight of the hand on his cheeks hurt, but he didn’t utter a sound. Soon Eric pulled the finger out, then more lube was applied right at his hole, and for a second time he felt the probing finger at his hole, then it was inside.

Only this time Eric used two fingers, that pushed in. It made him shiver a bit, as Eric worked his fingers quick and hard. Inside they moved, then curled around, and even twisted a bit. He could feel his heart becoming excited, as the fingers dug in deep, then suddenly they were removed. The feel of the tip of the dildo made him clench his cheeks, which was a mistake.

A hard slap on one of his butt cheeks made him wince. It was loud, and a surprise. He bit harder on his lip, as the tip of the dildo was gently pushed in, gradually widening his hole, gradually filling his insides. He groaned a little, as Eric started to twist the dildo while pushing it in. One hand was on the small of his back, pressing down, while the other controlled the dildo.

He heard the heavy breathing, realizing that it was Eric, not him. His body relaxed a bit more, and finally Eric managed to impale him with the thick dildo. It felt so thick, so filling, that he felt a strange shudder run through his whole body.

The bed squeaked as he realized that Eric was now sitting on it, next to him. He let his face move over, so he could face Eric. Glancing up he saw the glazed look in his eyes, and he could smell him. His cologne, sweat, his man scent, all mingled into one aroma that made him quiver inside. It was almost perfect.

‘Get up, slowly so as to not let your special plug fall out, then lean over my lap.’

Tori did as ordered, and with his cheeks clenched tightly around the thick dildo, he managed to lay across Eric’s lap. He could feel his bulge too, as his own hard cock rested between the spread apart legs. If how it felt was any indication, Eric was not only well hung, but was as hard as Tori was.

The whole notion that Eric was aroused by him only made his own body become more aroused. His cock was aching, as Eric adjusted Tori’s position on his lap, the hands touching him, where no one else had for some time. It was like when his father would spank him, but different. This didn’t feel awkward, or even feel wrong, as he squirmed a bit, getting comfortable on Eric’s upper legs.

He felt the hand run across his cheeks, a soft caress actually. Inside he knew it was just a tease, that it would soon begin to make him hurt, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy the sensation. The way the hand moved just over his cheeks, not letting any of the weight of the hand rest on his cheeks, but sort of glide over it. He felt the hand push the dildo into him, the handle no longer poking up out from between his buttocks.

One hand moved between his legs, the fingers lightly touching his inner thighs, then down the leg and around his leg, just below his cheeks. He moaned a bit, enjoying the light touch, the gentle caress. It was what he always liked, only Eric was doing so perfectly, that he almost forgot about why Eric was here, what was in store.

That cost him, as he felt the blow first, then the sound of the brush striking his cheek. The smack echoed in the small room, as did his cry of pain. His body squirmed a bit, but Eric held him tightly down, as another hard whack crushed into his buttocks. The pain was intense, and he felt like his cheeks were on fire. The burning sensation was unbelievable, worse than during the paddle session.

Tears were welling up at his eyes, but he couldn’t move to wipe them away, even if he had wanted to. He let them well up, unheeded, as Eric continued to strike his upraised buttocks with the back of the brush. He felt the dildo inside shake with each blow, felt it dig into his insides, as each hard blow landed squarely on one cheek, then the other.

There wasn’t any real break. Each blow was followed by another, then another, non stop. Each one the same force, though it sure as hell didn’t feel like it at the moment it landed. It was hurting, the tears were now falling down his cheeks, falling from his face, as Eric continued in a steady rhyme to pummel his already bruised and sore butt cheeks.

As much as it hurt, he could still feel a strange exhilaration from it all. Not the pain he was barely enduring, not the sensation of burning that was making him drip sweat like a pig, but the feel of his cock jerking around, of Eric’s bulge growing and moving underneath him. It was as if with each blow, Eric’s cock would shift, would stiffen, then fall waiting for the next movement by him, the next vain attempt to get away from the pain lancing up his rectum.

While he scrunched his eyes, with each blow, he also felt the fire in his belly, from his groin. Not from the hard whacks across his butt, nor the extra push of the dildo wedged in his ass. Each blow made the thick rubber vibrate inside of him, made it seem to drive in deeper, though it couldn’t. It felt just like his own body, wanting to escape the burning blows. Yet as much as it tried, it couldn’t, just as much as Tori would squirm, he couldn’t escape the next whack.

He could feel Eric’s beating heart, as well as his heavy breathing. Each blow across his cheeks were nearly unbearable, yet also deeply exciting. The squirming, the feel of his cock rubbing against Eric’s thigh, then the bed, then the groin, all added to a strange feeling inside, that nearly surpassed the pain.

The more Eric wailed on his buttocks, the more he felt the pleasure of his contact with Eric’s groin. The harder his own cock became, and his ragged breathing wasn’t from the pummelling, but from the rubbing of his cock. The ride of the dildo in and out of his rectum, the hard blows always sending it further inside, but never far enough.

Tori tried to hold it back, but he knew he was going to lose that battle. His body was totally immersed in the wild feeling racing up and down his spine. His balls were aching, that tell tale ache that he knew spelled an upcoming orgasm. He couldn’t hold it back, and for a second he was in pure torment, wondering what to do, but then the next blow landed, the dildo was pushed back inside, and he couldn’t stop his body.

It wasn’t in his control, and he cried out, yelling he was going to cum, and instead of being pushed off, instead of the blows stopping, they seemed to come faster, harder. The whacks were firm, the arm holding him over the lap grew tighter, hugging him harder, pushing him further down onto the lap, and then he felt it.

His eyes grew blank, the light of the room was blocked out, as his eyelids shut, as brilliant flashes of light began to dance in front of his vision. He cried out again, his legs stiffened, almost straight out and his toes curled upwards, as his body began to shudder and shake uncontrollably. He could feel it, the hard ache in his balls, as the liquid inside began its travels out, to come shooting out of his cock.

Tori cried out a third time, as the next blow landed across his cheeks. He felt the fire inside, felt his body jerk, then arch upwards, meeting the coming blow. His legs ached and his arms reached and grabbed hold of Eric’s legs, holding on tightly, as the lights danced, as his mind became blank, confused by the swirling emotions reaching it.

His body heaved, his arms shot out, and his legs twitched, as he felt his cock rear back, then jerk forward. The pain was intense, but so was the unbelievable feeling of release as he felt his cock shooting its milky white liquid. Tori could feel it leave, feel it make his cock head swell then shrink, then swell again as more of the hot cream came jetting out, to splatter unheeded on Eric’s pant legs.

He could barely breath, as his body trembled, quivering long after the last of his cum dribbled down his cock. The whole pole shaking, as it was drained of all fluid, as his balls shrunk, to dangle empty below his cock. He felt the pain in his legs, his toes, and even at the tips of his hair, as his body continued to quiver. The blows had stopped, and now he could hear his own panting breath, as well as Eric’s harsh shallow gasps for air.

The grip that held him firmly on Eric’s lap was gone, and he managed to turn his face, to stare at Eric, who had leaned back on the bed. He could see his face, twisted with a strange satisfied grin around his lips. He was stunned to see his nostrils still flaring, his breathing still ragged. Tori could see Eric’s chest still heaving, still rising and falling, as he lay flat on the bed, with Tori still draped over his lap.

He lay there, gasping himself, unsure what to do next, or even if it was over. He didn’t think he could handle any more of the brush, and the thick dildo still in his rectum, was becoming a bit uncomfortable, when he felt the hand on the small of his back.

It caressed him softly, moving lightly over his backside, almost tenderly as it moved slowly over the small of his back. It worked in a circular pattern, then became a bit more random, until it finally moved down, to lightly pass over the battered butt cheeks. He flinched, as he felt the air over his cheeks, felt the light touch against his burning flesh, then he settled back down, pushing down a bit more on Eric’s lap, as the hand moved down, pushing lightly between the raw flesh of his buttocks.

Tori felt it slowly take hold of the dildo still in his ass, and gently it began to pull at it, then push. He felt it almost come out, then slide back in. It made him tingle all over, once more, as he lay there, enjoying the gentle attention. Finally it stopped, and he could hear Eric’s breathing becoming less harsh, less desperate. Opening his eyes, he stared at the prone torso of his tormentor, wondering if this was it, if he had passed. In some strange way, he didn’t want it to end, didn’t want Eric to stop.

The dark eyes that had seemed so threatening all during Hell Week, and just a few minutes earlier, no longer seemed so ominous, or so cruel. The figure propped itself up, and he could feel the eyes turn their gaze towards him, staring with a questioning look, then a sort of understanding seemed to fill the dark orbs.

‘Yes Tori, you passed, you are in.’

At first it didn’t register, but the smile, the soft touch against the back of his legs, made him finally understand. Instead of jumping off, he just lay there, content, letting Eric caress his sore, spent body.

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Story - Cast Adrift (pt.1)

Cast Adrift

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ◊ All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Tori tried not to look, but he couldn’t help it. After all it was his future they were discussing, and he just couldn’t allow himself to be turfed, simply because he was not build like some Jock, or because he didn’t have the build of some body builder. It wasn’t fair, nor right, least in his mind, that how he looked should even matter.

Okay, looking at the five Seniors at the big polished oak table, he could see that having a certain look, had its advantages. There was no doubt that he would bend over for any one of the five, specially Brandon. After all, didn’t everyone dream of being the sex toy of a God? Brandon certainly fitted that description, with his blond hair, that was always looking like the wind had just blown through it, and how his eyes just seemed to always be sparkling.

How his smile could give you an instant erection, the way it lit up not just his whole face, but the friggin room too. The guy had it all, the looks, the body, the personality too. He never seemed angry, or upset, and he never seemed to make you feel inferior, despite the obvious differences between him and you. Now there he was, with the other lesser Gods of the fraternity, about to decide his fate.

There were thousands on campus who never got an invite to join a Frat House, let alone make it. They seemed to do okay, but he was at least honest with himself. Being in a fraternity had its obvious advantages. To begin with, you had instant friends, secondly you were in the upper echelon of University society. It opened doors barred to most but it also gave you more access to all of the social happenings on Campus.

For Tori, it was his only hope to make his college time, bearable. He was plain, had short dark hair, and no special physical features that would attract a single person. There was no compensation mentally either, as his grades were, well average, just like the rest of him. No special skills at sports, of any kind, and yet somehow, he had gotten an invitation to pledge at Sigma Phi Tau.

Hell Week hadn’t been all that bad, but that was simply a process to weed out some of the others, to sort the cream from the mix. He had scraped through, again thanks in large part to Brandon, but would that be enough for him to make it to the next, final round of selection? While Brandon had been encouraging, he wasn’t exactly hopeful.

It nagged at him, as he wondered if there was some way he could endear himself, make himself seem indispensable, but he couldn’t come up with a single quality he had, that would fit that criteria. His legs were thin, his body looked a bit undernourished, as if he didn’t eat regular. Still, he did have stamina, didn’t do drugs, and while drinking alcohol wasn’t high on his list of past times, he could handle his booze okay. Least he wasn’t a sloppy drunk, like Craig, who didn’t make it past the first day of Hell Week.

It had been a shock when Vic had been sent packing too. Now if there was anyone in their pledge group he would have thought had an inside track it was Vic. He had the look, the build, but he didn’t get past the third day. So maybe Brandon was right, it really wasn’t about the looks, or the body. Maybe it really was more about the personality, the hidden abilities? Frankly, he thought it was just B.S., but here he was, waiting on the final word, the decision of whether he would go on, or back to the dorm life.

He tried to read the faces of the others, knowing that at least Brandon was in his corner, that he would support his candidacy for membership, but the other’s, they were a mystery to him. There was Stephen, the treasure, who was also a star on the Baseball squad, and he had that bean counter look. Already his hair was receding a bit, giving him a bookish look, plus the wire rimmed glasses didn’t help. Yet he had an athlete’s body, the developed chest, the muscular legs, and he had a look that commanded attention, when he spoke.

Frank held some position Tori could never remember, but he was on the swim team, and the Captain of it too. He had the perfect body for that sport, thin, yet filled with muscles. Not a single ounce of fat on his body, and he was totally shaved, from head to toe, for keeping the friction to a minimum. He could swim too, was a potential shot at the National University Team, and possible Olympic material, so Brandon had told him.

Miguel was from somewhere in South America, and man was he tall. He towered over everyone there, but then he was also the leading scorer on the Basketball team. He would be, given he was nearly seven foot tall, had a slender build, but powerful legs, that rippled when he walked. Least it looked that way, and his swarthy looks seemed to just add to his popularity. Some claimed it was that not only was he tall, but his manhood was just as huge.

Not like he would ever get a look at that, though he wouldn’t mind. Still, he seemed nice enough, and might be a supporter, though he couldn’t be sure. That was the whole trouble, because other than Brandon, none of them really knew him, or he them. He was just another person in the crowd, nothing to notice. He watched as they talked, deciding his future. Every now and then, one of them would look at him, the eyes blank, giving nothing away, which made him squirm even more. He could feel the perspiration beading up on his forehead, afraid to reach up and wipe it off, to even move. So he let it drip down his face, as he licked his lips, wondering if there were any two who would join Brandon in sponsoring him, in voting to let him move on.

Eric, the President of the house, was definitely not going to give him a thumbs up. Yet he really had tried but, the guy wasn’t like the others. He was all business, rarely did he smile, though on him, he doubted if it would help. The guy had dark hair, a perpetual frown on his face, that was more pallid than the other’s. He too was a jock, but he was on the Tennis Squad. Not really a team sport, and he didn’t do doubles either, but he was intense.

He also had the grades, been on the Dean’s Honor List right from the beginning, and you could see the intensity in his eyes. They were dark, usually narrowed, and when he looked at you, well you felt a slight chill, as if he was seeing way beyond what you wanted him to see. The way he could just seem to make you break out in a sweat, just by a quick glance, always made Tori tremble.

Mind you, Eric was just like the others, in that he was well built. His body was lean, but it was all muscle. The arms were long, with a rather powerful look to them. But then, they had to be, and the legs were thick too, at the upper thighs. He always seemed on balance, firmly planted, even when running, but it was his short clipped mannerism of speech that would stop a rampaging elephant in its tracks.

He always seemed so cold, so aloof. Then too, the way he could speak, could make you squirm, was unreal. No doubt he would make a good lawyer, and a good politician too, if he ever went that route. He had the power of speech, that could turn steel into liquid. Tori had experienced that first hand, which was why he was certain Eric wouldn’t be voting for him.

It wasn’t his fault either. No one had managed to take the paddling, exactly as ordered. Like who could stay in one position, while their ass was smacked by a wooden board? Specially when it was being applied by Eric. He knew how to swing, how to put his whole weight behind each swing. Hank had tried, but you could see the force of each swing, as it moved to connect. There was no way you could not stumble forward, even if the pain didn’t effect your concentration.

He hadn’t done much better, though in all honesty he had been rather proud of his performance during the paddling marathon. Hell, his ass still had the bruises from it, a nice shade of dark purple now, bit black around the edges, but at least he could sit without wincing. Though at the time, he doubted if he’d ever be comfortable sitting again. The way Eric had laid the board to him, had let its full surface come into contact with his bare bottom. Tori could still fell those blows, each one well timed, well spaced so as to insure maximum pain, maximum force.

Poor Hank, and he had a nice ass too. Those cheeks of his were so white, before Eric got to them. You could see the milky white flesh, how it shone, hot clean it looked, until that first whack. Then you saw the white even more, as the huge red glow began, a sort of thick band of pink. Hell, you could see the goose bumps or whatever, as the heat from the blow made them more pronounced.

Each blow had echoed in the chamber they were in. This one actually, the main meeting room of the rather luxurious mansion, that had been bequeathed to Sigma Phi Tau. It was posh, and the fraternity had kept it up too, which couldn’t be an easy task. This room was large, high ceiling, and had its own echo chamber, or so it had seemed that day, when Eric delivered the promised paddling to every remaining pledge.

It had been strange, to walk into the room, to be lined up against the dark rich panelling of the one wall, to face Eric, who had the long wooden paddle in his one hand. The board seemed to glisten in the light, and every eye in the room had focused on it. The instructions were simple, everyone would strip totally naked, then when called, would take ten steps forward, spread their legs, bend over, and grab their ankles.

A series of whacks would be administered, until Eric was satisfied, or the person being whacked would call it off. Course, if you called it off, it was game over. The other rule, you couldn’t move. You had to stay in position, no matter what, and there would be penalties assessed, for each step taken. More penalties you got, the closer you got to being disqualified from membership.

Sounded simple enough, but he knew every eye had been focused on that massive paddle in his hand, as he stated the rules. Tori hadn’t even felt his normal nervousness at the stripping either, due to the way Eric held the paddle. It wasn’t until he barked out the order, to strip, that it dawned on him that he would be showing off his body, to others.

Even when he had taken Gym back in High School, he had managed to keep from being totally naked, or from letting anyone see him. He had always been afraid of being outed, of being caught out. Thing was, he had little control over his body’s desire for others, specially if they were semi hot. Over time, he had developed ways to hide it, to keep anyone from noticing, but not now, now there was no way to hide it. He had begun to sweat, to feel like it would soon be over for him, yet as he turned to look at the other pledges, he noticed how they too, seemed to hesitate.

Eric’s voice changed all that. The way he spoke, made even Tori reach for the button on his pants, without even thinking of being embarrassed. Plus, when he was naked, he managed to notice how no one was looking, or even seemed to care. Some were taking quick peeks, just as he did. Yet, in a quick look, he didn’t feel quite so inferior.

Well, except for Hank. The guy had a raging hard on, which naturally Eric noticed, and made everyone stare at. Hank, to his credit, didn’t flinch as all eyes turned to stare at his aroused cock. The way it stuck straight out from his body, how the balls seemed to hang a bit lower than most, didn’t seem to bother him one bit. Yet when he took his eyes off the guy’s dick, and looked at his face, he couldn’t help but notice the red flush to his face, the sweat dripping down across the red tinged flesh.

Tori had expected Eric would make Hank go first, but instead he called out for someone else. But he made the other guy stand in front of Hank, and he made sure that Hank could see clearly the other’s bare bottom, and hanging penis. He positioned him, then would go stand beside Hank, to stare, to make sure the view was just right, for Hank. It was a particular nasty trick, and he kept glancing down at Hank’s erection too, saying nothing but just looking.

One by one, Eric administered his paddling to the group, keeping Hank waiting. Tori was certain he’d be called before Hank, but he had been surprised when only Hank, Ben, and himself were left in line. The other’s, that had passed were all still in the room, but they were across from the remaining bunch. Eric made sure they were all facing towards the remaining group. It was hard to not be aroused, and a quick glance over at Ben showed that he too was semi hard, just as Tori was. Hank however, was fully erect, if not more so, than at first. But then, that seemed to have been Eric’s plan. To keep poor Hank hard.

Calling Hank forward, Eric also made Ben and Tori step side by side, so they could have an unobstructed view of Hank’s upcoming paddling. He then positioned him, and then made several of the other’s move in closer, to stand in front of Hank, their semi hard dicks in easy view of the bent over Hank. It was rather erotic, or so Tori felt, as Eric must have known. He was insuring that Hank was kept hard too, as he reached under him, to position his legs just a miniscule one way or another.

When the first blow landed, Tori jumped. He hadn’t seen Eric raise the paddle back, as his attention was focused between Hank’s perfectly white buttocks, and the array of various semi erect cocks in front. Some of them were rather inviting looking, giving him his own problems of trying not to be totally aroused. Still, it was really the first time when he could stare, without being called a Fag, or pervert.

Yet each time he glanced away, the hard sound of a blow landing on Hank’s bare buttocks would draw his eyes back. He couldn’t help but see how the younger man was not taking it well. The first blow had nearly knocked him off his feet, making him stumble a few steps. It had earned him a penalty, and the second blow Hank took, barely keeping his footing.

The closer he watched, the more he could see how hard each blow was. It made him cringe, wondering if he could take such a pounding, if he wouldn’t go flying off his feet after the first whack. Still he felt rather proud of Hank, who weathered the third whack a bit better than the second, which seemed to make Eric unsettled.

It was as if he wanted Hank to fail, wanted him to fall flat on his face, to be disqualified. The fourth blow began just as the others, just as far back, but as Eric released his hand, Tori knew it would be a lot harder. He could almost feel the backlash of the air as the wooden paddle sliced through it.

It hit hard, loudly too. The sound of wood striking flesh echoed in the chamber, and he could sense Ben flinching, as he watched the wooden blade smash into the soft flesh of Hank’s buttocks. It was across both cheeks, firmly planted. His eyes widened, as he saw the skin being pushed up and out of the way by the force of the landing blow, even as the sound rang in his ears.

The cry was almost as loud, as Hank’s whole body trembled, as one foot quivered, then shot forward, to take a step ahead, to keep the body in balance. He could sense Hank’s struggle, see it in the back muscles of his legs, as his hands were freed from the ankles. The force of the blow, made the one leg push forward, even as Hank’s shriek bounced off the far walls, and reverberated back to them all.

‘Another Penalty’ Eric said, in a tone of smugness that made it seem even more cruel, more meaningful. Hank only murmured, panting actually, as he readjusted his legs, and took hold of his ankles. His buttocks was already a massive mix of colors, from reds and blues to purples. Tori could see the darker bands where the edge of the paddle had left their mark, and he could only imagine at how painful it must all feel. Still, he watched, unsure how much longer the paddling would continue, or if it ended, if he could handle what Hank had already endured.

The way the cheeks moved with each smack, how it sounded. It scared him, made him flinch more than once, yet it also excited him. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew, without looking, that he too was fully erect. Tori could feel the ache in his own groin, as he watched more whacks land across Hank’s mottled buttocks. It was like a huge pile of ground up hamburger meat. The way the skin was mottled, colored by the various blows that had landed.

Yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but notice how Hank’s balls had drooped more, had actually looked larger, and how his cock was still very stiff, if not more than before. He focused on it, watching the way it moved, as the blows landed on the cheeks. It must feel like his bottom was on fire, the way it glowed, yet the cock seemed to throb with each blow, almost as if it enjoyed the pain that had to be rushing through Hank’s body.

Tori saw the glint in Eric’s eyes, as he raised his hand back, saw how he had tilted the paddle so only the edge would be moving through the air. It was mesmerizing, as he watched the face grow taut, as the fingers around the paddle handle grew a bit tighter, bit whiter, as Eric licked his lips, his eyes sizing up his target.

The paddle began to move, the hand bringing it down quickly, building up speed, as the edge sliced through the air, and with his upper teeth biting down on his lower lip, Tori watched as the wrist turned at the last second, to flip the paddle so the full board would strike the waiting flesh.

He heard the sound, felt the force of the blow that made him actually take a step backwards. It was a perfectly landed blow, with the full force striking the flesh, unimpeded by the air. The skin was shaking, as it tried to move away from the flat end of the paddle, but unable to. The force was too much, as he heard the exhale of breath being driven out of Hank’s lungs.

His eyes bulged as he saw the muscles on the back of Hank’s legs quiver, saw them shake and tremble. The rolling shock went all the way down to his feet, as the wooden paddle bounced back from the cheeks, the force still working its way forward.

Hank must have been crying out, as his body moved forward, unable to be held in check, as the force just seemed to take hold of him. His hands shot upwards, from holding his ankles, to spread forwards, to help cushion him, as his entire upper body leapt forwards.

The sound of him hitting the floor echoed loudly, a hint of the smack from the paddle still mingling with the newer sound of flesh hitting tile. The cold floor held steady, as Hank seemed to bounce off it a bit, then simply collapse on top. Where his buttocks would have been, was nothing but air, and the still quivering paddle. Tori could hear Eric’s heavy breathing, as he stood there, looking down at Hank.

Eric then glanced up at the others, then he turned to stare at Ben and Tori. His eyes seemed to be burning, as they glared at him, that he felt like turning and running away, but he held his ground. Ben merely stared back, then at the fallen Hank. His eyes were wide open in absolute terror, and when they moved to look at the paddle, you could see his chest heave, see the panic in his whole body.

‘I am out of this, no way’ he yelled, and turned away from Eric, and quickly grabbed his pile of clothes and was gone, out the big double doors. They were slammed shut, and the noise was broken by the hard panting coming from Hank, who still lay on the tile floor.

Slowly, he managed to get up off his belly, and you could almost hear the pain that was racing inside of him, as he turned and looked over at Eric. Tori could see the hatred in his eyes, as he stood up to face him.

‘Penalty’ was all Eric said to him, glaring. It was as if he was daring Hank to speak, to argue with him, but instead Hank just glowered back. Walking very slowly he moved past Eric, past Tori and leaned down carefully to pick up his clothes. With a last look at Eric, he bundled his clothes up under his arm, and followed Ben out the double doors.

Tori shivered, as he recalled that look, that angry look that was his last memory of Hank. As the coldness of that memory crept through him, he realized that he was being spoken to, and looking up he saw the group of five were now seated, that Brandon was now standing next to him.

He felt panic, as he realized they had made their decision, and as he looked at their impassive faces, he felt like he knew the answer, even before Brandon told him. He still couldn’t believe it, accept it even, as he listened, but unable to process the words fully. His heart ached, his legs felt a bit weak at he knees, as Brandon explained that it was close, that it was nothing to be ashamed of.

Tori knew that it was sincere, that Brandon really was sorry for him, but it didn’t make the pain any less. His body continued to shake, as Brandon told him to go back to the dorm, that he would come by later, as he was going to try for a recount. It didn’t help him much, but it was something to hope for, as he finally managed to look at Brandon, to see his concern in his face. He smiled, knowing that he had failed, that he had been cast adrift, that he was not going to make it at Sigma Phi Tau. No matter what Brandon said, he was out. He just hadn’t done enough, to convince the others.

Tori looked away from Brandon, at the remaining four at the table, and he couldn’t help but notice the thin little cruel grin at Eric’s lips. Well, he had won, had gotten his way, though he had endured his paddling, had only gotten one penalty for moving, which was better than all the others. No one had managed to hold in place, many faltering more than twice even, but he had only made one step forward, taking his paddling.

Glancing back at Brandon, he managed to give him a meaningless smile, and reached out to shake his hand, while thanking him for the opportunity. Looking over his shoulder, he felt totally deflated, but he didn’t slouch as he left the room, his buttocks aching a bit, but inside, Tori knew he had done his best.

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