Brian and the Frat Boys: Kink Bingo: Gangbang
Okay, gangbang is NOT my kink of choice, which is perhaps why a PWP once again grew plot. If I want to finish a card in a long weekend, I'll have to write much shorter pieces.
Title: Brian and the Frat Boys 1: Hazing
Pairing: Brian/Frat House
Rated: ADULT
Fandom: The Fast and the Furious. Although that might be Tony Dinozzo playing the dommish frat president.
Summary: Brian wants into a frat, but he's terrified they're going to learn his deepest darkest secret
Brian fidgeted nervously in front of the 27 members of Zeta Zeta Psi. If he blew this, his father was never going to speak to him again, and if any of these preppy boys found out about his juvenile record for boosting cars or his sexual proclivities, he was never getting in. The other two pledges stood at attention to his right, fidgeting, but Brian held himself still as he just waited for tonight's hazing. As long as he didn't have to eat more raw eggs with cayenne pepper, he'd survive.
"So, little piggies, what should we do to you today?" Tony asked before downing nearly half a beer as he sprawled across half the couch in the frat house's basement. As the oldest senior, Tony was the undisputed king of the frat, and with his square jaw and stylishly messy hair, he looked it.
Chad belched. "One should go get me another beer," he suggested, and Tony waved a hand imperiously. Before Brian could act, one of the other pledges went scurrying off, and Brian cursed himself for missing a prime chance to get out of the line of fire. It was funny, he wanted to be a cop. He was majoring in criminalistics, but a group of drunk college students were freaking him out more than juvenile hall or criminals. Of course the guys in juvenile hall were less likely to smack him around for getting aroused, and having 27 men all holding power over him, Brian was having more and more trouble controlling his arousal.
"Strip," Tony ordered in a bored voice. The other pledge, Zeke, got back with Chad's beer just in time to hear the order, and he hesitated in the door to the basement rec room, his eyes big and his face a map of panic.
Brian traded looks with the pledge next to him, a pudgy boy named Jamie who had about a snowball's chance of hell of getting into the frat.
Jamie was already shaking his head. "Hazing is against the university rules. I'll tell the dean," he said in a shaky voice. Brian just waited and watched.
A couple of the guys laughed. Tony smiled, that friendly smile that made you want to forget that this man had the morals of a whore. "What hazing? I just pointed out that it's warm in here and you should take off your clothes to get more comfortable. I swear. Some people who don't get into frats just whine about it. It's pathetic," Tony said before he tipped his beer bottle back and drank the rest of it.
Brian could see Jamie twitch, his fingers rubbing against his t-shirt for a second. Instinctively, Brian knew that if he pulled his own shirt off, Jamie would follow. Like Brian, Jamie just wanted someone strong and sure to follow behind, someone to take charge. Brian knew full well that his need to follow took him straight to juvie, and he wasn't about to take the lead here. If this got ugly, Brian didn't want to have been the one to have led Jamie into the lion's den. And as soon as these guys saw the erection trapped in Brian's jeans, things were going to turn ugly.
"No, no way. I'm outta here," Jamie finally decided as he headed for the door. Zeke moved to the side quickly as Jamie practically ran out of the room.
"One more piggy down," Chad said with a bit of a sadistic smile. "And if I don't have my beer in the next three seconds, that's going to be two piggies down." He held his hand up, and Zeke hurried to deliver the beer and take his place next to Brian again.
Tony leaned forward and carefully put his beer bottle on the floor before he looked up at them with sharp green eyes. "I don't repeat myself," he said, and the commanding tone sent a shiver straight to Brian's cock.
"Maybe they need help," Eli, a sophomore, suggested. This would be the first time he got to do the hazing instead of having it done to him, and Brian just knew that he was more dangerous than Chad or Tony. Eli, Gary, Mark, Jerry and Pete were the sophomores, and they were all watching with delighted eyes.
Eli shifted as though he were about to stand up, but Tony held out a hand to stop him. "We're at 27 already. It's not like I'm graduating this year, so with the fifth and sixth year seniors, we don't really need new pledges." Tony got up and turned his back, and Brian knew that if they walked out of the room, he would never get in the frat. His father had been pretty clear about financial help being tied to pledging his father's frat. Maybe they'd just beat the shit out of him and still let him in. Maybe they'd... Brian stopped thinking and did the only thing he could think to do. He started stripping.
Zeke hesitated a second and then had his own shirt off. Zeke was still underdeveloped and looked very much like a high school student, but Brian had very little to do at juvie except work out or play video games, and the video games were usually broken. He knew he looked good with firm muscles and a wide chest that didn't quite match his boyish face and blonde curls, so he had no trouble stripping off his shirt and toeing out of his shoes. However, he hesitated on the zipper of his jeans. He'd never explain this away. Never.
"Do it." Brian jerked his gaze up and found Tony in front of him, staring him in the eye. Slowly, Brian unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. His erection stood out hard and already darkening with delayed need.
Several of the frat boys laughed, others just sort of froze in place. Cameron , a junior, actually froze with a handful of popcorn half way to his mouth, and the kernels slowly dribbled to the floor from his hand.
"What the hell is that?"
"Figures you wouldn't know, pencil dick."
"Fuck."
"That's... okay, that's weird."
A half dozen voices all restarted at once, but Brian kept his eyes focused on Tony as he tried not to panic. Take a beating, talk them into letting him in anyway. Hell, if Brian took a beating, he actually had a pretty good chance of blackmailing them into letting him in, and then his father would keep paying for college. It was a plan; not a good plan, but a plan.
Tony just blinked at him in obvious surprise, but at least the man backed away instead of throwing punches. "You see something you like?" Tony demanded, and Brian could hear the danger in that voice. Tony wasn't sure how to handle this, but one wrong word and Brian would be having up close and personal time with a nurse named Greta over at the student health center.
"It's just embarrassment," Brian explained quietly as he let his gaze slide down to the floor. His traitorous cock just got harder.
"That always happen when you're embarrassed?" Chad demanded incredulously.
Brian shrugged and then took a deep breath. "Pretty much."
"Fuck, you have some seriously crossed wires," Chad said, but the words came with a snort of laughter, and the danger faded. Unfortunately, the humiliation of being laughed at made Brian's cock twitch and ache so bad that he wanted to start jerking off right there.
"Zeke, take off," Tony ordered. Brian looked up with a little panic, and he could see the worry in Zeke's face. The pledge was clutching his clothes, and his penis was being a good little thing and trying to shrink into oblivion in response to the danger and humiliation.
"I..." Zeke stopped.
"It's okay," Brian shrugged. "I'll catch you tomorrow." Zeke hesitated for a second, and then he started for the door, each step faster than the one before so that he was trotting half way across the rec room and outright running by the time he hit the door.
"Are you giving orders now, Brian?" Tony asked in a weirdly calm voice.
"What? No. I just-" Brian stopped and bit his lip. Nothing was going to help him now except shutting up.
"Shit. I've never seen anything like that. Are you sure it’s the embarrassment and he isn't just a fag?" Chad asked. Brian kept his mouth shut as Tony studied him.
"You're pathetic, piggy," Tony whispered loudly, and Brian's cock twitched. Most of the frat guys laughed, and Brian's cock twitched again.
"Fuck, it's the embarrassment. Bri, you have some fucking loose screws," Chad said with some good humor, but Brian just kept his head down.
"So," Tony asked as he headed back to the couch and sprawled out, "do you do with with guys?"
Brian didn't answer.
"I bet he bottoms," Chad said knowingly.
"He's a fucking fag," Eli said angrily. "We should get him out now."
"Chill out, Eli."
"He's a fag."
"What? You think you're going to catch it from him?" Tony demanded, and Brian risked a quick look up. Tony actually looked amused. "You feeling a need to spread your legs and let me stick my dick up your ass because you see him?" Tony waved that imperial hand toward Brian.
"Fuck, no!" Eli almost yelped.
"Well, then chill." Tony turned green eyes on Brian. "You'd let me stick my dick up your ass wouldn't you?" He asked as he crossed his arms and got a smug look on his face.
"Tony-" Brian just stopped. This was getting strange. He had no way of knowing how to handle this.
"What, you're gay now?" Chad demanded.
Tony laughed. "Fuck you, Chad. Gay is spreading your legs for a guy... it's getting off on sucking someone's dick. Wanting to stick your dick in a hot hole is just normal. What? Your girlfriend never let you try the back door?" Tony had such a look of superiority that Chad and Eli both wilted, and Brian could feel his whole body tighten with need. The power there... the calm confidence and utter disregard for others were turning him on more than he could possibly imagine. This was so not good.
"But you, Brian. I figure you had a plan, so explain why you would drop your pants and show us your pathetic little dick sticking out like that."
Brian swallowed and tried to collect his thoughts with most of his blood rushing south. "My father won't pay for college unless I get into the fraternity."
"You plan to fuck your way into our favor?" Tony asked, but the voice was so calm, so amused that Brian thought he just might not get the shit kicked out of him tonight.
"I thought you'd beat me up," Brian admitted.
Chad interrupted this time. "And how would that get you in?"
Tony stood up again and studied Brian with an amused expression. "We'd either let him in or he'd report us for gay bashing. The university would shut down the frat and kick us all out. You aren't nearly as stupid as I thought, piggy. That's nervy." Brian had thought Tony with his arrogant attitude was sexy, but Tony complimenting him was just about orgasm-inducing sexy.
"So, we kick him out now?" Chad asked, suddenly unsure, and Brian could see a number of the others shift nervously. Gay bashing was a serious charge... right up there with rape on the university non-PC, 'worthy of expulsion' list.
"That'd be one option. Personally, I'm feeling sorry for Chad. He has a girlfriend who's too much of a tightass to let him try going in the out door. It's great. Hot. Tight." Tony raised his hand and grabbed Brian's chin in a tight grip. "A good, gay pledge would offer to fix that oversight for a frat-brother. I mean, if you're gay anyway, you have to admit that Chad isn't bad."
Chad wasn't bad. Where Tony had the all American look, Chad was dark and lithe. They played basketball together, but Chad was first string. He was about 6'9" and the very fact that he still looked to Tony for permission just made Brian want Tony even more. Chad looked impressive; Tony was impressive.
"I don't-" Chad stopped when Tony looked over at him.
"Oh, you do. You just don't know it yet. Wait until you try it. Kevin, go grab some of that shitty lotion, the stuff that leaves oil everywhere. And bring condoms," Tony added as Kevin turned to run out of the room.
"You'll help a frat brother out, won't you Brian?" Tony asked as he tightened his fingers on Brian's chin. Brian would have agreed to pretty much anything at this point, but a little part of him pointed out that all of the guys were various shades of drunk. If he let them do this, they might be even more angry when they sobered up.
"Ask tomorrow." Brian tried to keep his voice calm, but he could hear the tremor in it.
"Why tomorrow?" Tony let go of Brian's chin, and Brian fought the urge to rub the aching skin.
"Because tomorrow you'll be sober so you can't blame me for whatever you do tonight and hate yourself for tomorrow," Brain said with far more honesty than he intended to use.
Tony smiled wickedly. "Eli, grab that rope," he said as he held out his hand. Eli scrambled to grab a coil of rope and deliver it. "Brian, we're going to make sure that no one in this room can blame you. You're going to be the one person who doesn't have any control here at all." Tony said the words firmly, but he moved slow as he reached down gripped Brian's wrist. Letting most of the coil fall to the ground, he used the end and tied it firmly around Brian's left wrist. Brian could feel his legs tremble in either anticipation or fear as Tony reached for his right hand, but he didn't fight. He didn't fight and he didn't say 'no' as Tony slowly tied his wrists together firmly.
"Grab the rest of the rope and stand at the end of the pool table." Tony turned his back and faced the other frat members as Brian gathered the rope and walked to the far end of the rec room where a huge billiards table squatted in one corner.
Tony addressed the group. "So, are any of you feeling so weak that Brian there is controlling you? Are you going to sober up tomorrow and assume a fag made you do something?" The room was silent, and Brian reached the spot Tony had ordered him to. He turned and looked at the room. Oh shit. There were over twenty men in the room, over half of them athletes, and all of them looking at Brian. "Thought so," Tony said as he turned his back on the room and stalked toward Brian, his eyes scanning up and down Brian's body.
"Turn to face the table," Tony ordered, and Brian had a good idea exactly where this was going. However, he wasn't exactly sorry. In fact, the cold, calculated need to get into the fraternity was quickly taking a backseat to the hot, immediate need to get fucked. He turned to face the table and dropped the coil of rope on the green felt. Tony picked it up and walked to the far side of the table. "Eli, crawl under here and thread the rope down the center of the table."
Brian didn't move as the sophomore got under the pool table and dragged the rope down the length of the table, pulled it tight so that Brian had to bend over, and tied it off on a massive table leg near Brian's right foot. Brian wasn't surprised at all when Tony then bent down and pulled Brian's right foot out and tied the end of the rope to it so that Brian was not bent over the table with his legs spread. Tony gave his ass a sharp slap.
"I have it!" an out of breath voice called, and Brian let himself sag down onto the surface of the pool table. He was about to get the fucking of his life, and he tried to relax his muscles.
"Okay, gentleman, we have something that will pass as lube. And now for the instructional part of today's lesson. Brian, spread that left foot more." Tony gave him another sharp slap, and Brian widened his stance and curled his fingers around the rope.
"If your girlfriends let you get your dicks near their asses, remember to use a lot of lube. You make this too hard on them, and your dicks will never see their asses again. Start with one finger and lots of slick stuff."
Brian jumped when something cold touched his ass and then promptly pushed in. Tony chuckled. "If this were an actual girl, you'd want to warm that up, but Brian'll live. Work the one finger in several times, and push lots of slick up there so that once your dick goes in you don’t get friction burn. That is not pretty," Tony said with a laugh. Brian groaned and arched his back just enough to rub his erection against the warm wood of the table. "As soon as the bitch looks like she's enjoying it, add a second finger with more lube," Tony said, and Brian felt the increased pressure at his asshole. He breathed out carefully and gently pushed back.
"If your girl hasn't done this before, tell her to push back, but Brian here's a pro. I think we'll go straight to three fingers."
Brian hissed as three fingers pushed into him, stretching him fast enough to be on the painful side. And then Tony's instructional voice was back. "If the girl starts feeling uncomfortable, just stop and wait. Her muscles will stretch. If you're big, like Chad there, you might want to use four fingers or even pick up a few toys in various sizes to get her ready before you actually fuck her, but I think Brian's all good to go. Are you good to go, Brian?" Tony asked in an oddly cheerful voice as the fingers pulled out.
"Yeah," Brian answered simply. He could hear foil being ripped and then something blunt pushed against his ass. Shifting onto his toes, Brian tried to push back and relax at the same time as someone pushed a dick slowly into his hole. He didn't even open his eyes to see more, but he focused on how his body trembled with need. His erection pressed against the wood of the table and he had an almost irresistible urge to thrust back, which he couldn't do because he was tied stomach down with the edge of the pool table holding his hips up in the air while his chest was flat against the felt.
His partner slowly pushed in until Brian could feel curled hair against his ass and warm legs pressed up against him. Panting now, Brian squirmed and tried to encourage his partner to move, to fuck him, to reach around and grab Brian's dick, to do anything except leave him pinned and helpless on the table. Eventually Brian couldn't take it anymore. Opening his eyes, he looked over his shoulder to see Tony standing behind him, buried in him.
As if looking at Tony moved him into action, Tony pulled out and started thrusting harder and harder, his hands grabbing Brian's hips so hard that Tony expected to find bruises tomorrow. With a hoarse cry, Tony pounded into Brian once more and then came, his body shuddering so that Brian could feel the tremors everywhere that their bodies touched. Both of Tony's hands landed on Brian's back as the man leaned there and tried to catch his breath.
"Fuck. That's good," Tony finally breathed as he pushed himself up and grabbed the base of the condom before it could spill. Brian would have agreed, only his cock was so hard and aching he didn't think he could form words. He arched his back and then tried to thrust his erection into the wood, but that only earned him a sharp slap from Tony.
"I think Brian needs a little help loosening up a little before Chad, so Ron, you're up. You know what the coach says, you have to get in the game and try it before you can learn it." Tony stepped to the side of the table, and Brian felt a new dick press against his ass. Ron didn't hesitate as he just thrust straight in, and Brian raised up on his elbows with a start.
"Ron, with that technique, you're never going to get in your girlfriend's ass. You're just lucky that Brian's a slut or he'd make you stop," Tony said with a friendly pat on Brian's shoulder, and Brian had a sudden image of Tony patting a dog that way. But approval was approval and Brian let himself sag back down as Ron started thrusting a little more carefully this time.
"Fuck. It's so tight. Shit." Ron punctuated every thrust with a curse as he worked Brian's ass for several long minutes. Then he started coming, and he pressed up close to Brian and breathed heavily. "Fuck, yeah," he whispered as he pulled out. Brian let his eyes fall closed as the next dick pressed up against his hole.
He wanted to come. He needed to come. But he was just the hole that dozens of men were using, and the fact that they were just using him made him need to come even more. Brian sank into a place where all that existed was the stretch and burn in his ass from it being used so much, the pleasure-pain like when you scratched the hell out of a rash, the raw need that made him want to jerk off, but tied over the table, all he could do was endure as man after man used him, thrust into him, slapped him on the ass or the back and made some comment about his ass.
Brian danced on his toes and involuntarily kicked out his free left leg until someone grabbed another rope and tied his ankle to the table, and then Brian could only twitch and gasp. The whole time, Tony stood next to him, a warm hand on Tony's shoulder as frat brother after frat brother fucked his ass, and Brian whimpered in need. Tony's fingers smoothed his curls back from his sweaty forehead and whispered for him to hold on. And Brian did. Brian held on because of Tony's hand on his shoulder, because of the whispered words.
And then something huge pressed in slowly, and Brian arched his back and strained against the ropes.
"Shhh," Tony soothed him. "I'm telling you, Chad. That monster isn't normal," Tony said to the man behind Brian. With a glance over his shoulder, Brian could see Chad standing at the fucking position.
"You're just jealous, asshole," Chad said amiably as he pushed in another inch. Brian's breathing hitched as he struggled to relax enough to take the huge cock.
"I just don't want you breaking the new toy the way you did the Playstation," Tony pointed out. "Hold on a second."
The warm hand vanished from Brian's back, and without that anchor, he felt suddenly vulnerable. And then a warm hand grabbed his cock, and Brian only cared about squirming and thrusting enough to get some friction on his aching cock. The slick hand stroked up and down, each stoke becoming firmer until Brian cried out and came so hard that he lost his breath and sank bonelessly onto the table, his muscles twitching and his brain temporarily going off line.
Talk became blurred noise and the huge thing pressing into his ass was all that existed as Brian's brain cells attempted to recover. And then the warm hand was back on his shoulder, and Brian lay still as Chad pounded him so hard that Brian knew he was going to be feeling this fucking for days. Chad gave a small grunt as he came, and then he pulled out and Brian was empty. He was empty and exhausted and still tied down to a pool table in the frat house rec room.
For a couple of long minutes, the room was quiet, and Brian could see the others sprawled over couches and chairs as though watching a football game, only they were watching him get fucked by an entire frat house.
"We should let him up," Chad said.
"Nope," Tony declared. "Rambo is on in five minutes, and I want to look over and see Brian finally showing his true colors. In fact, Zeke's sober. Send him to that sex shop and have him get a few plugs because I think this ass should be full all the time," Tony gave Brian's ass another slap. "Don't you think so piggy?"
Brian didn't answer right away since words had ceased to have a lot of meaning, but then Tony gave his ass a pinch. "Um, yeah," Brian agreed quickly.
"Right then, we'll cut you loose when Zeke gets back here with your plug," Tony said as he gave Brian one last slap. "Someone throw a blanket over him, but make sure that red ass shows," Tony ordered as he headed back to his spot on the couch. And one of the other frat brothers draped a blanket over the table, including over Brian's head so that now he lay in the warm quiet, his ass on display for all his frat brothers to see. The theme music for Rambo started, and Brian let himself fall asleep. Maybe the whole fraternity experience wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
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Title: Brian and the Frat Boys 1: Hazing
Pairing: Brian/Frat House
Rated: ADULT
Fandom: The Fast and the Furious. Although that might be Tony Dinozzo playing the dommish frat president.
Summary: Brian wants into a frat, but he's terrified they're going to learn his deepest darkest secret
Brian fidgeted nervously in front of the 27 members of Zeta Zeta Psi. If he blew this, his father was never going to speak to him again, and if any of these preppy boys found out about his juvenile record for boosting cars or his sexual proclivities, he was never getting in. The other two pledges stood at attention to his right, fidgeting, but Brian held himself still as he just waited for tonight's hazing. As long as he didn't have to eat more raw eggs with cayenne pepper, he'd survive.
"So, little piggies, what should we do to you today?" Tony asked before downing nearly half a beer as he sprawled across half the couch in the frat house's basement. As the oldest senior, Tony was the undisputed king of the frat, and with his square jaw and stylishly messy hair, he looked it.
Chad belched. "One should go get me another beer," he suggested, and Tony waved a hand imperiously. Before Brian could act, one of the other pledges went scurrying off, and Brian cursed himself for missing a prime chance to get out of the line of fire. It was funny, he wanted to be a cop. He was majoring in criminalistics, but a group of drunk college students were freaking him out more than juvenile hall or criminals. Of course the guys in juvenile hall were less likely to smack him around for getting aroused, and having 27 men all holding power over him, Brian was having more and more trouble controlling his arousal.
"Strip," Tony ordered in a bored voice. The other pledge, Zeke, got back with Chad's beer just in time to hear the order, and he hesitated in the door to the basement rec room, his eyes big and his face a map of panic.
Brian traded looks with the pledge next to him, a pudgy boy named Jamie who had about a snowball's chance of hell of getting into the frat.
Jamie was already shaking his head. "Hazing is against the university rules. I'll tell the dean," he said in a shaky voice. Brian just waited and watched.
A couple of the guys laughed. Tony smiled, that friendly smile that made you want to forget that this man had the morals of a whore. "What hazing? I just pointed out that it's warm in here and you should take off your clothes to get more comfortable. I swear. Some people who don't get into frats just whine about it. It's pathetic," Tony said before he tipped his beer bottle back and drank the rest of it.
Brian could see Jamie twitch, his fingers rubbing against his t-shirt for a second. Instinctively, Brian knew that if he pulled his own shirt off, Jamie would follow. Like Brian, Jamie just wanted someone strong and sure to follow behind, someone to take charge. Brian knew full well that his need to follow took him straight to juvie, and he wasn't about to take the lead here. If this got ugly, Brian didn't want to have been the one to have led Jamie into the lion's den. And as soon as these guys saw the erection trapped in Brian's jeans, things were going to turn ugly.
"No, no way. I'm outta here," Jamie finally decided as he headed for the door. Zeke moved to the side quickly as Jamie practically ran out of the room.
"One more piggy down," Chad said with a bit of a sadistic smile. "And if I don't have my beer in the next three seconds, that's going to be two piggies down." He held his hand up, and Zeke hurried to deliver the beer and take his place next to Brian again.
Tony leaned forward and carefully put his beer bottle on the floor before he looked up at them with sharp green eyes. "I don't repeat myself," he said, and the commanding tone sent a shiver straight to Brian's cock.
"Maybe they need help," Eli, a sophomore, suggested. This would be the first time he got to do the hazing instead of having it done to him, and Brian just knew that he was more dangerous than Chad or Tony. Eli, Gary, Mark, Jerry and Pete were the sophomores, and they were all watching with delighted eyes.
Eli shifted as though he were about to stand up, but Tony held out a hand to stop him. "We're at 27 already. It's not like I'm graduating this year, so with the fifth and sixth year seniors, we don't really need new pledges." Tony got up and turned his back, and Brian knew that if they walked out of the room, he would never get in the frat. His father had been pretty clear about financial help being tied to pledging his father's frat. Maybe they'd just beat the shit out of him and still let him in. Maybe they'd... Brian stopped thinking and did the only thing he could think to do. He started stripping.
Zeke hesitated a second and then had his own shirt off. Zeke was still underdeveloped and looked very much like a high school student, but Brian had very little to do at juvie except work out or play video games, and the video games were usually broken. He knew he looked good with firm muscles and a wide chest that didn't quite match his boyish face and blonde curls, so he had no trouble stripping off his shirt and toeing out of his shoes. However, he hesitated on the zipper of his jeans. He'd never explain this away. Never.
"Do it." Brian jerked his gaze up and found Tony in front of him, staring him in the eye. Slowly, Brian unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. His erection stood out hard and already darkening with delayed need.
Several of the frat boys laughed, others just sort of froze in place. Cameron , a junior, actually froze with a handful of popcorn half way to his mouth, and the kernels slowly dribbled to the floor from his hand.
"What the hell is that?"
"Figures you wouldn't know, pencil dick."
"Fuck."
"That's... okay, that's weird."
A half dozen voices all restarted at once, but Brian kept his eyes focused on Tony as he tried not to panic. Take a beating, talk them into letting him in anyway. Hell, if Brian took a beating, he actually had a pretty good chance of blackmailing them into letting him in, and then his father would keep paying for college. It was a plan; not a good plan, but a plan.
Tony just blinked at him in obvious surprise, but at least the man backed away instead of throwing punches. "You see something you like?" Tony demanded, and Brian could hear the danger in that voice. Tony wasn't sure how to handle this, but one wrong word and Brian would be having up close and personal time with a nurse named Greta over at the student health center.
"It's just embarrassment," Brian explained quietly as he let his gaze slide down to the floor. His traitorous cock just got harder.
"That always happen when you're embarrassed?" Chad demanded incredulously.
Brian shrugged and then took a deep breath. "Pretty much."
"Fuck, you have some seriously crossed wires," Chad said, but the words came with a snort of laughter, and the danger faded. Unfortunately, the humiliation of being laughed at made Brian's cock twitch and ache so bad that he wanted to start jerking off right there.
"Zeke, take off," Tony ordered. Brian looked up with a little panic, and he could see the worry in Zeke's face. The pledge was clutching his clothes, and his penis was being a good little thing and trying to shrink into oblivion in response to the danger and humiliation.
"I..." Zeke stopped.
"It's okay," Brian shrugged. "I'll catch you tomorrow." Zeke hesitated for a second, and then he started for the door, each step faster than the one before so that he was trotting half way across the rec room and outright running by the time he hit the door.
"Are you giving orders now, Brian?" Tony asked in a weirdly calm voice.
"What? No. I just-" Brian stopped and bit his lip. Nothing was going to help him now except shutting up.
"Shit. I've never seen anything like that. Are you sure it’s the embarrassment and he isn't just a fag?" Chad asked. Brian kept his mouth shut as Tony studied him.
"You're pathetic, piggy," Tony whispered loudly, and Brian's cock twitched. Most of the frat guys laughed, and Brian's cock twitched again.
"Fuck, it's the embarrassment. Bri, you have some fucking loose screws," Chad said with some good humor, but Brian just kept his head down.
"So," Tony asked as he headed back to the couch and sprawled out, "do you do with with guys?"
Brian didn't answer.
"I bet he bottoms," Chad said knowingly.
"He's a fucking fag," Eli said angrily. "We should get him out now."
"Chill out, Eli."
"He's a fag."
"What? You think you're going to catch it from him?" Tony demanded, and Brian risked a quick look up. Tony actually looked amused. "You feeling a need to spread your legs and let me stick my dick up your ass because you see him?" Tony waved that imperial hand toward Brian.
"Fuck, no!" Eli almost yelped.
"Well, then chill." Tony turned green eyes on Brian. "You'd let me stick my dick up your ass wouldn't you?" He asked as he crossed his arms and got a smug look on his face.
"Tony-" Brian just stopped. This was getting strange. He had no way of knowing how to handle this.
"What, you're gay now?" Chad demanded.
Tony laughed. "Fuck you, Chad. Gay is spreading your legs for a guy... it's getting off on sucking someone's dick. Wanting to stick your dick in a hot hole is just normal. What? Your girlfriend never let you try the back door?" Tony had such a look of superiority that Chad and Eli both wilted, and Brian could feel his whole body tighten with need. The power there... the calm confidence and utter disregard for others were turning him on more than he could possibly imagine. This was so not good.
"But you, Brian. I figure you had a plan, so explain why you would drop your pants and show us your pathetic little dick sticking out like that."
Brian swallowed and tried to collect his thoughts with most of his blood rushing south. "My father won't pay for college unless I get into the fraternity."
"You plan to fuck your way into our favor?" Tony asked, but the voice was so calm, so amused that Brian thought he just might not get the shit kicked out of him tonight.
"I thought you'd beat me up," Brian admitted.
Chad interrupted this time. "And how would that get you in?"
Tony stood up again and studied Brian with an amused expression. "We'd either let him in or he'd report us for gay bashing. The university would shut down the frat and kick us all out. You aren't nearly as stupid as I thought, piggy. That's nervy." Brian had thought Tony with his arrogant attitude was sexy, but Tony complimenting him was just about orgasm-inducing sexy.
"So, we kick him out now?" Chad asked, suddenly unsure, and Brian could see a number of the others shift nervously. Gay bashing was a serious charge... right up there with rape on the university non-PC, 'worthy of expulsion' list.
"That'd be one option. Personally, I'm feeling sorry for Chad. He has a girlfriend who's too much of a tightass to let him try going in the out door. It's great. Hot. Tight." Tony raised his hand and grabbed Brian's chin in a tight grip. "A good, gay pledge would offer to fix that oversight for a frat-brother. I mean, if you're gay anyway, you have to admit that Chad isn't bad."
Chad wasn't bad. Where Tony had the all American look, Chad was dark and lithe. They played basketball together, but Chad was first string. He was about 6'9" and the very fact that he still looked to Tony for permission just made Brian want Tony even more. Chad looked impressive; Tony was impressive.
"I don't-" Chad stopped when Tony looked over at him.
"Oh, you do. You just don't know it yet. Wait until you try it. Kevin, go grab some of that shitty lotion, the stuff that leaves oil everywhere. And bring condoms," Tony added as Kevin turned to run out of the room.
"You'll help a frat brother out, won't you Brian?" Tony asked as he tightened his fingers on Brian's chin. Brian would have agreed to pretty much anything at this point, but a little part of him pointed out that all of the guys were various shades of drunk. If he let them do this, they might be even more angry when they sobered up.
"Ask tomorrow." Brian tried to keep his voice calm, but he could hear the tremor in it.
"Why tomorrow?" Tony let go of Brian's chin, and Brian fought the urge to rub the aching skin.
"Because tomorrow you'll be sober so you can't blame me for whatever you do tonight and hate yourself for tomorrow," Brain said with far more honesty than he intended to use.
Tony smiled wickedly. "Eli, grab that rope," he said as he held out his hand. Eli scrambled to grab a coil of rope and deliver it. "Brian, we're going to make sure that no one in this room can blame you. You're going to be the one person who doesn't have any control here at all." Tony said the words firmly, but he moved slow as he reached down gripped Brian's wrist. Letting most of the coil fall to the ground, he used the end and tied it firmly around Brian's left wrist. Brian could feel his legs tremble in either anticipation or fear as Tony reached for his right hand, but he didn't fight. He didn't fight and he didn't say 'no' as Tony slowly tied his wrists together firmly.
"Grab the rest of the rope and stand at the end of the pool table." Tony turned his back and faced the other frat members as Brian gathered the rope and walked to the far end of the rec room where a huge billiards table squatted in one corner.
Tony addressed the group. "So, are any of you feeling so weak that Brian there is controlling you? Are you going to sober up tomorrow and assume a fag made you do something?" The room was silent, and Brian reached the spot Tony had ordered him to. He turned and looked at the room. Oh shit. There were over twenty men in the room, over half of them athletes, and all of them looking at Brian. "Thought so," Tony said as he turned his back on the room and stalked toward Brian, his eyes scanning up and down Brian's body.
"Turn to face the table," Tony ordered, and Brian had a good idea exactly where this was going. However, he wasn't exactly sorry. In fact, the cold, calculated need to get into the fraternity was quickly taking a backseat to the hot, immediate need to get fucked. He turned to face the table and dropped the coil of rope on the green felt. Tony picked it up and walked to the far side of the table. "Eli, crawl under here and thread the rope down the center of the table."
Brian didn't move as the sophomore got under the pool table and dragged the rope down the length of the table, pulled it tight so that Brian had to bend over, and tied it off on a massive table leg near Brian's right foot. Brian wasn't surprised at all when Tony then bent down and pulled Brian's right foot out and tied the end of the rope to it so that Brian was not bent over the table with his legs spread. Tony gave his ass a sharp slap.
"I have it!" an out of breath voice called, and Brian let himself sag down onto the surface of the pool table. He was about to get the fucking of his life, and he tried to relax his muscles.
"Okay, gentleman, we have something that will pass as lube. And now for the instructional part of today's lesson. Brian, spread that left foot more." Tony gave him another sharp slap, and Brian widened his stance and curled his fingers around the rope.
"If your girlfriends let you get your dicks near their asses, remember to use a lot of lube. You make this too hard on them, and your dicks will never see their asses again. Start with one finger and lots of slick stuff."
Brian jumped when something cold touched his ass and then promptly pushed in. Tony chuckled. "If this were an actual girl, you'd want to warm that up, but Brian'll live. Work the one finger in several times, and push lots of slick up there so that once your dick goes in you don’t get friction burn. That is not pretty," Tony said with a laugh. Brian groaned and arched his back just enough to rub his erection against the warm wood of the table. "As soon as the bitch looks like she's enjoying it, add a second finger with more lube," Tony said, and Brian felt the increased pressure at his asshole. He breathed out carefully and gently pushed back.
"If your girl hasn't done this before, tell her to push back, but Brian here's a pro. I think we'll go straight to three fingers."
Brian hissed as three fingers pushed into him, stretching him fast enough to be on the painful side. And then Tony's instructional voice was back. "If the girl starts feeling uncomfortable, just stop and wait. Her muscles will stretch. If you're big, like Chad there, you might want to use four fingers or even pick up a few toys in various sizes to get her ready before you actually fuck her, but I think Brian's all good to go. Are you good to go, Brian?" Tony asked in an oddly cheerful voice as the fingers pulled out.
"Yeah," Brian answered simply. He could hear foil being ripped and then something blunt pushed against his ass. Shifting onto his toes, Brian tried to push back and relax at the same time as someone pushed a dick slowly into his hole. He didn't even open his eyes to see more, but he focused on how his body trembled with need. His erection pressed against the wood of the table and he had an almost irresistible urge to thrust back, which he couldn't do because he was tied stomach down with the edge of the pool table holding his hips up in the air while his chest was flat against the felt.
His partner slowly pushed in until Brian could feel curled hair against his ass and warm legs pressed up against him. Panting now, Brian squirmed and tried to encourage his partner to move, to fuck him, to reach around and grab Brian's dick, to do anything except leave him pinned and helpless on the table. Eventually Brian couldn't take it anymore. Opening his eyes, he looked over his shoulder to see Tony standing behind him, buried in him.
As if looking at Tony moved him into action, Tony pulled out and started thrusting harder and harder, his hands grabbing Brian's hips so hard that Tony expected to find bruises tomorrow. With a hoarse cry, Tony pounded into Brian once more and then came, his body shuddering so that Brian could feel the tremors everywhere that their bodies touched. Both of Tony's hands landed on Brian's back as the man leaned there and tried to catch his breath.
"Fuck. That's good," Tony finally breathed as he pushed himself up and grabbed the base of the condom before it could spill. Brian would have agreed, only his cock was so hard and aching he didn't think he could form words. He arched his back and then tried to thrust his erection into the wood, but that only earned him a sharp slap from Tony.
"I think Brian needs a little help loosening up a little before Chad, so Ron, you're up. You know what the coach says, you have to get in the game and try it before you can learn it." Tony stepped to the side of the table, and Brian felt a new dick press against his ass. Ron didn't hesitate as he just thrust straight in, and Brian raised up on his elbows with a start.
"Ron, with that technique, you're never going to get in your girlfriend's ass. You're just lucky that Brian's a slut or he'd make you stop," Tony said with a friendly pat on Brian's shoulder, and Brian had a sudden image of Tony patting a dog that way. But approval was approval and Brian let himself sag back down as Ron started thrusting a little more carefully this time.
"Fuck. It's so tight. Shit." Ron punctuated every thrust with a curse as he worked Brian's ass for several long minutes. Then he started coming, and he pressed up close to Brian and breathed heavily. "Fuck, yeah," he whispered as he pulled out. Brian let his eyes fall closed as the next dick pressed up against his hole.
He wanted to come. He needed to come. But he was just the hole that dozens of men were using, and the fact that they were just using him made him need to come even more. Brian sank into a place where all that existed was the stretch and burn in his ass from it being used so much, the pleasure-pain like when you scratched the hell out of a rash, the raw need that made him want to jerk off, but tied over the table, all he could do was endure as man after man used him, thrust into him, slapped him on the ass or the back and made some comment about his ass.
Brian danced on his toes and involuntarily kicked out his free left leg until someone grabbed another rope and tied his ankle to the table, and then Brian could only twitch and gasp. The whole time, Tony stood next to him, a warm hand on Tony's shoulder as frat brother after frat brother fucked his ass, and Brian whimpered in need. Tony's fingers smoothed his curls back from his sweaty forehead and whispered for him to hold on. And Brian did. Brian held on because of Tony's hand on his shoulder, because of the whispered words.
And then something huge pressed in slowly, and Brian arched his back and strained against the ropes.
"Shhh," Tony soothed him. "I'm telling you, Chad. That monster isn't normal," Tony said to the man behind Brian. With a glance over his shoulder, Brian could see Chad standing at the fucking position.
"You're just jealous, asshole," Chad said amiably as he pushed in another inch. Brian's breathing hitched as he struggled to relax enough to take the huge cock.
"I just don't want you breaking the new toy the way you did the Playstation," Tony pointed out. "Hold on a second."
The warm hand vanished from Brian's back, and without that anchor, he felt suddenly vulnerable. And then a warm hand grabbed his cock, and Brian only cared about squirming and thrusting enough to get some friction on his aching cock. The slick hand stroked up and down, each stoke becoming firmer until Brian cried out and came so hard that he lost his breath and sank bonelessly onto the table, his muscles twitching and his brain temporarily going off line.
Talk became blurred noise and the huge thing pressing into his ass was all that existed as Brian's brain cells attempted to recover. And then the warm hand was back on his shoulder, and Brian lay still as Chad pounded him so hard that Brian knew he was going to be feeling this fucking for days. Chad gave a small grunt as he came, and then he pulled out and Brian was empty. He was empty and exhausted and still tied down to a pool table in the frat house rec room.
For a couple of long minutes, the room was quiet, and Brian could see the others sprawled over couches and chairs as though watching a football game, only they were watching him get fucked by an entire frat house.
"We should let him up," Chad said.
"Nope," Tony declared. "Rambo is on in five minutes, and I want to look over and see Brian finally showing his true colors. In fact, Zeke's sober. Send him to that sex shop and have him get a few plugs because I think this ass should be full all the time," Tony gave Brian's ass another slap. "Don't you think so piggy?"
Brian didn't answer right away since words had ceased to have a lot of meaning, but then Tony gave his ass a pinch. "Um, yeah," Brian agreed quickly.
"Right then, we'll cut you loose when Zeke gets back here with your plug," Tony said as he gave Brian one last slap. "Someone throw a blanket over him, but make sure that red ass shows," Tony ordered as he headed back to his spot on the couch. And one of the other frat brothers draped a blanket over the table, including over Brian's head so that now he lay in the warm quiet, his ass on display for all his frat brothers to see. The theme music for Rambo started, and Brian let himself fall asleep. Maybe the whole fraternity experience wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
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