by Bondage Lover
They had spent several months trying to earn the privilege of joining the fraternity…now it was almost over. All they had to do was get through “Hell Week” and they’d be “brothers”.
Yeah, that’s all. But they didn’t know what lay in store for them. One thing was for sure. It would be a week they all remembered for a long time. A very long time.
The 10 young men showed up with their suitcases and sleeping bags as scheduled that Monday night. The brothers who had seemed like their friends for the past several months seemed very different and would not meet their eyes. As soon as they were all there they were sternly ordered to line up shoulder to shoulder in the basement.
A brother none of the pledges knew well, Karl, stormed into the basement room and yelled that he was their “Hell Master” and that they were “his” for the next five days. He told them that they were no longer pledges. They were now “scum”.
Karl was an forbidding figure in the best of circumstances. Six foot four and an expert in the martial arts, his body was nothing but solid muscles. As the bellowing continued, it became clear that he had a special dislike for Gary, the freshman swim team captain who had become the leader of the 10 scum.
The scum were given a scavenger hunt list and told that they had four hours to find as much as they could and return. Vague threats of what would happen if they were late were made. The list didn’t make much sense, but they took it and ran out.
Much of it was pretty easy…flour, syrup, onions, clothesline, whistles, Nair, Ben-Gay, duct tape, clothes pins, candles and matches, razors and shaving cream, a polaroid and film, sheets…but some things seemed almost impossible to find. Some were clearly intended to put them in embarrassing situations…buying gay magazines from four different places or taking pictures of each of them nude in the student union for example. In the end they had to return without the several items including the burlap bags, and used jockstraps.
When they got back, they were herded into the furnace room and told to strip to their underwear. As the door was closed, they heard the ominous click of a lock. Gary and one other pledge were especially embarrassed at being forced to strip since they were not wearing any underwear and had to go stark naked. Each pledge was ordered to use the clothesline to make a “necklace” of several half onions, and a whistle.
The 10 guys in the stuffy, crowed room, now nearly nude, were left there for what seemed like hours. Unidentifiable noises reached them through the door. The room began to reek of sweat and onions as the temperature crept up. Their eyes were burning from the stench of onions and each began to wonder if he would make it through the next five days.
An outsider looking at them in their underwear would have remarked that they were all athletic and handsome, but that figured. This fraternity was known for picking good looking jocks.
Suddenly the door burst open and Karl commanded them to go to the rec room in single file. Even before they got there, they could smell the cigars, the pot and the beer. As he walked in completely naked and vulnerable, Gary noticed a wild look in the eyes of each of the brothers. They were all dressed roughly. Most were in levis and t-shirts. A few had leather jackets. All in all, it looked a bit like a scene from a Hell’s Angels movie.
The scum were commanded to stand at attention and look straight ahead at all times…and Karl began to yell questions at them. Then others joined in until the room was in anarchy. “When was the fraternity founded?” “Why?” “What makes you think you’d be a worthy member?” Most of the questions, however, were trick questions…and there was no right answer.
For example, one brother screamed “How many men in your pledge class?” and the right answer was “None, Sir. We’re just scum.” Each time a question was missed, there was a reaction. Sometimes it was a pail of hot water, other times it was a bucket of ice in their underwear or a beer in the face. The flour and syrup they had picked up on the scavenger hunt, which had seemed pretty innocent at the time, was thrown over their soaked bodies and began to form a gummy second skin. The minutes became hours.
Near the end, one of the brothers decided it would be fun to tear the underwear off of one the scum…so he’d “be naked like all the others” and soon all of them were buck naked. The brothers laughed at them for having small dicks (which wasn’t really true) and more of the syrup/flour mix was thrown in their pubic hair. One or two of the scum started to get hard and the brothers stopped that with more buckets of cold water.
Finally, sometime well after midnight it was over…for the first night anyway. The dripping, flour and syrup covered scum were forced to clean up the grimy rec room with toothbrushes. When that was done, they were given only five sleeping bags and told to sleep two to a bag…without being allowed to clean the beer, syrup and flour off.
None of the scum slept very well that night. Early in the morning, they were woken up and forced to do strenuous calisthenics in the nude with weights tied to the ends of their dicks
Then, they got their rules for the week. One was that they were to do every thing as a unit. Whenever one of them had to shit or piss, he had to blow the whistle around his neck and all of the other scum had to come into the bathroom with him. In fact, one of the others had to hold his dick while his pissed or wipe his ass after he shit. They were allowed ten minutes as a group in the shower in preparation for class…not really enough to clean off all of the filth from the night before.
Just to prove they were serious, the brothers forced each of the scum to take his morning piss with one of the other scum holding his dick with both hands and recorded it on the polaroid. They were told that anyone who didn’t follow the rules would find the pictures of them on anonymously posted flyers all over campus. The humiliation of not being allowed even the most basic privacy was felt by all, but they were really helpless.
With the lack of sleep and the filth still on them from the night before, that was a long Monday for each of the scum. They were ordered to return when they weren’t in class and put to work cleaning the fraternity house.
Dinner, too, was quite an ordeal. The scum were required to eat with their hands lashed behind their backs and without utensils from plates set on the floor…wearing just jocks. There were tons more questions like the ones from the night before… questions with no right answer. Each time an incorrect answer was given, there was the smack of a paddle on a bare ass.
Karl started in hard on Gary. He asked impossible question after impossible question and begin using his belt on Gary’s bare ass, also. The blows got harder and faster. Gary’s butt began to glow a pink, and then finally a cherry red.
Then Gary made his big mistake. He struggled…and all hell broke loose.
The brothers bellowed that they had ways of dealing with scum who didn’t know who were the men and who were the boys. Gary was wrestled to the floor by several brothers and his jockstrap was ripped off. The other scum were ordered to stand at attention to “watch and learn”.
Gary was manhandled to one of the dining room tables and the clothesline from the scavenger hunt was used to tie his arms and feet together below the table so that he was spreadeagled and helpless.
One of the other scum, Kevin, was chosen at random and told to shave every hair off of Gary from the neck down. Kevin protested, but when they insinuated that he could easily join Gary, he reluctantly cooperated. Kevin was one of Gary’s closest friends…both had been on the swim team together, but there was no choice.
Kevin started with Gary’s tanned chest. The lather was spread over the handsome pecs. That part took only a few minutes with the brothers jeering all the while at “the boy who thought he was a man”. Gary started to yell back and was quickly gagged with his own jockstrap and one ripped from another scum who was standing in the wrong place at the right time.
The look in Gary’s eyes was still one of defiance, but there was little he could do. Tied down, buck naked, loosing all of his hair in front of 40 taunting brothers. He felt angry and shamed.
After the chest was smooth, Kevin shaved Gary’s armpits and legs…obviously avoiding Gary’s crotch as long as possible. Although only ten minutes had passed, it seemed like hours.
Then nothing was left but Gary’s crotch. Kevin looked pleadingly at the brothers hoping for an out, but none was given. So more lather was applied, but this time one of the brothers got into the action and jacked Gary’s cock. To his horror, Gary felt himself responding! He started desparetly trying to think of something else, anything else. But no use. He was getting hard…something he had never done in front of other men before. This only increased the humiliation as the brothers claimed he was a faggot.
With Kevin still at it, bit by bit Gary began to loose the hair that was the mark of his manhood…now with the added shame of his semi-hard cock flopping in the air.
Finally it was done. The swimmer jock had been tied, shaved and humiliated, but Gary was still defiant.
Karl removed the jocks from Gary’s mouth and interrogated him again. Gary spit in Karl’s face and a couple of the scum snickered. That, too, was a blunder.
Karl stepped back. Instead of blowing up as they expected, he sneered. He said, “That’s the excuse I was waiting for, now you’re all going to find out how much hell you can have in hell week.”
He commanded the pledges to count off. When they were done, he told them that it was time for a little game, one he called TEASE. Each of them, in the order they had just counted off, had a one hour task…to get and keep the bound and helpless Gary hard without letting him cum. The first scum who let him get soft or who made him cum would join him on another table.
The two jocks were put back in Gary’s mouth as a gag and duct tape was added across his eyes as a blindfold. Then the first shift started. It was Shawn who had to break the ice. Shawn was one of the smallest of all of the scum…not uncommon for a gymnast. His smooth, muscled body was the secret envy of many of the other gymnasts. His light complexion seemed only to highlight his dark hair and eyes.
Shawn walked up to Gary uncertainly as Karl stepped back. Timidly, Shawn reached out for Gary’s dick and slowly he began stroking it. Gary responded immediately. The tension in the room built slowly for the next hour as Shawn alternately jacked Gary off and then stopped just before he could cum…and started all over again as soon as Gary’s dick began to look the least bit soft. It was pretty clear that Shawn was lucky. His “shift” was absolutely going to be the easiest.
Much later, during the forth hour, it was obvious that it was getting very tricky trying to keep from making Gary cum without letting him get soft. Four hours of arousal were taking their toll. His shaved, muscular body was writhing against the ropes as his prick oozed pre-cum. It was clear that if Gary had had his way, he would have cum immediately. Karl and a few of the other brothers just waited patiently, quietly.
Kevin was up next. Within minutes of when he started his hour, Gary was the closest he had been all night and Kevin showed no signs of stopping. His sympathy for his bound friend was greater than his fear of what would happen to him. Through the gag, Gary’s moans became louder and louder and then finally, release! He shot one of the biggest loads of his life.
The minute it happened Karl’s bulging arms grabbed Kevin and he was tied to one of the dining room chairs with his arms tied behind his back. It wasn’t long before he too was shaved completely by one of the other pledges under the ceaseless watch of Karl. Kevin was spared the teasing simply by virtue of the late hour.
The pledges were again put to bed with only five sleeping bags for the ten of them. Gary and Kevin, both exhausted, shared one of the bags and were asleep as soon as they lay down.
The next day was much like Tuesday. When, they were woken up to do the nude calisthenics, it seemed like they had just gone to sleep. They were allowed to shower long enough to get clean this time.
As they started to walk out to class, Karl met them at the door. He ordered them all to drop their jeans and held out a handful of cock rings. He told them to remove their underwear, replace it with “diapers” made out of a scratchy woolen material and put on the cock rings and go to class that way.
Needless to say, they all spent most of the day getting hard due to the constant rubbing of the sandpaperey diapers and the tight cock rings.
Dinner was much the same as the night before. Lots of impossible questions and lots of paddles.
As soon as dinner was over, Karl gathered the pledges together and told them that he had a new “game” that they were going to play with both Gary and Kevin. This one was called MILKING.
Karl ordered Kevin and Gary to strip and they were tied spread- eagled in two doorways on opposite sides of the rec room. Jocks were stuffed into their mouths, and Saran wrap was wrapped around each of their heads and covered with duct tape forming hoods so they could neither see nor speak.
The two swimmers, perhaps because of the cock rings which they still wore from the morning, became hard almost immediately. Karl split the remaining eight scum into two groups of four and asked them to count off. Once they had done so, he told them that “all” they had to do was to make their helpless victims cum four times.
He told them that the first one would be easy, but it would get progressively more difficult. However the eight scum had only two hours to accomplish their task. If they were unsuccessful, they would face “punishment”.
As predicted, the first scum working on each guy had an easy time of it. Within ten minutes both Kevin and Gary were shooting loads of cum into the hands of the other scum.
Wanting not to loose any time, the second of scum started almost immediately…much to the distress of the two tethered swimmers. Their cocks were still too sensitive from cumming, but they were helpless and had no choice. As the two started to get close for the second time, Karl and another brother pulled out the paddles and begin paddling the two bound scum just hard enough to add some pain to the pleasure.
In spite of (or because of?) the paddling the two youths shot again in about twenty minutes. The muffled moans from both showed that they were almost enjoying it, almost.
The other scum were elated. Only one fourth of the time had passed and they were already half way to their mark!
As they started in for the third time, it became clear that the pleasure of being jacked off repeatedly was turning into a torture much worse than the teasing of the night before. The two bound boys were spent, but had no way of stopping what was going on.
As soon as both youths were hard again, Karl and the other brother added clothes pins. Lots of clothes pins. Some on their tender nipples, others on various parts of their ball sack. The paddling also continued as did the J/O. Two bound writhing bodies discovering the paradox of pleasure/pain.
After twenty minutes, the scum seemed no closer to getting Kevin and Gary to cum and were starting to get a little nervous. Both were hard, but their youthful bodies didn’t show signs of being “on the edge”.
Finally one scum decided that what was need was some better lubrication. It was as if Karl was just waiting for that comment. He replied that he had just the thing…Ben-Gay!
The scum started to argue, but one forbidding glance from Karl convinced them that it was a bad idea. So reluctantly, they applied Ben-Gay to their friends’ cocks and balls. Surprisingly, the burning seemed to help and twenty minutes later both of the bound men came for the third time that night.
Fifty minutes left. The scum started again, but with little hope of succeeding within their time limit. Kevin and Gary, shaved, bound and helpless, had their butts being paddled, clothespins on their tits and scrotums and the burning of Ben-Gay everywhere.
But Karl still wasn’t finished. He tied a cord tightly around Gary’s balls and then across the room to Kevin’s balls. He tied it so that they had to force their hips as far forward as they could to avoid shooting pains in their balls…and when either of the two struggled, it affected the other. Then he hung boots from the middle of the line connecting the two helpless lads and started the boots swinging.
But Gary and Kevin were both still hard, thanks to the constant attention of the other scum who were really beginning to worry by this point. They had only twenty minutes left! And none of them were confident that Gary or Kevin had another load left.
The situation seemed hopeless.
As Kevin and Gary struggled, the tether between their balls became a center of attention. It was almost as if they were both pulling on it on purpose! They both showed signs of getting closer and closer to cumming. Ten minutes left.
In desperation, one of the scum began playing with the clothespins on Gary’s nipples and it seemed to be working. Gary got harder and writhed. So another began working on Kevin’s tits. Karl began to count down the minutes. Three…
Another pair of boots was added to the line connecting their balls. More tit work. Faster J/O. More Ben-Gay. Paddling. Two minutes…
Someone started slapping Kevin’s balls and it seemed to help, so another started on Gary’s. Heads wrapped completely in duct tape. One minute…
Hands massaging muscles everywhere. Balls, weighted and slapped. Tits worked.
Then, as the final seconds were ticking away. Gary became rigid and let out a howl that could be heard clearly even through the duct tape and shot the biggest load so far. And Kevin was only seconds behind.
Karl reluctantly kept his end of the bargain and they were allowed to untie the two spent youths and were locked in the rec room to sleep for the night with the five sleeping bags.
Only one more night to go.
Thursday during the day was much the same as Wednesday, but the scum were dreading the night…wondering what was in store for the “finale”.
They were all headed into the rec room and told to strip completely. As soon as that was done, the two shaved scum, Kevin and Gary were ordered to step forward.
Karl smiled as he pulled two long thin leather straps out of his back pocket. Other brothers held Kevin and Gary as Karl started wrapping their balls and dicks tightly in the leather. He purposely started with their still soft dicks, telling them that with this they would be very sorry if they got hard. The tight leather would cause them great pain.
Then he started wrapping the thong around their ball sacks forcing their balls further and further until they seemed like they must burst.
Once that was done, he used the clothesline to lash their hands behind their backs and forced them to their knees. He tied their hands to their ankles and told them that they would be allowed up as soon as every one of the other scum had cum twice… as long as that happened within two hours.
To prevent the other scum from doing anything to help Kevin and Gary, their hands were lashed behind their backs.
Two shaved kneeling swimmers. Eight naked bound jocks. Two hours.
It became pretty obvious to Gary and Kevin that the only way they were going to meet their goals was to suck on the dicks of the other scum and so they started in right away. Karl stopped it and said it wouldn’t be challenging enough that way and the eight bound scum were forced to put condoms on to slow down the sensations.
To make matters worse, a video camera appeared and began to record the whole thing.
Within minutes Gary found himself feeling the leather biting into his dick as it tried to get hard. He had never understood how sex could be used as such as torture.
Kevin was a little luckier. He was feeling more humiliated than sexually aroused. But Karl noticed and left. A moment later he returned with two vibrating didos. Both Kevin and Gary were impaled and the vibration set on high…all while they continued to suck dick.
Now both discovered the distress of the cock cages that Karl had fashioned out of leather.
The night began to loose it’s perspective for both Kevin and Gary. All they could remember was that they had to suck other men’s dicks. And that they did.
One by one, the eight bound scum came for their first time and lined up for seconds.
Somehow, in their fervor, Gary and Kevin managed to make the last scum cum for the second time just minutes before the two hour deadline…
…and a tremendous cheer went up as Kevin and Gary were untied. The brothers appeared from nowhere and said that they were now full members of the fraternity. A celebration broke out! Kevin and Gary hugged each other. Even Karl’s demeanor changed completely. He acted as if he was their long lost friend.
The president of the fraternity started to congratulate Karl on the “hell” he had put the scum through and asked him Karl to serve as Hell Master again next semester.
Karl shook his head and said that he couldn’t. Then he looked at Kevin and Gary for a moment and grinned. He pointed at them and said “They’ll do a much better job that I ever could, right Gary?”
Gary looked at Kevin and then back at Karl. “Yes, we’ll be next semester’s Hell Masters…and we won’t disappoint you!