Pledges: Gay Erotic Stories (12 page)

you like that?”
Devon tried to nod, made a sound that he hoped would
convey his approval of that plan and reached for Brad’s hip,
clinging to him with bruising strength. He hoped he left a mark. In more ways than one. He wanted Brad to be covered in purple and black fingerprints, wanted him to dream about Devon at night and see his face every time some girl gave him half-assed, uninspired head. He wanted to be the yardstick everybody else was measured against—and he wanted to be the reason they
were all found lacking.
Brad fucked his face with sharp, hard thrusts, jabbing his
hips forward without a second thought for Devon’s comfort.
He was relentless, without mercy, cupping the sides of Devon’s
head to hold him still while he unleashed himself on Devon’s
willing mouth. Devon could take it. That and so much more.
If Brad gave him the chance, he’d happily show him every trick
that would wring every ounce of pleasure out of his quivering
body.
Devon slid his free hand down his stomach to his hard cock,
stroking it in time with Brad’s thrusting hips. He would have
much preferred Brad’s hand, his long, strong fingers squeezing
until Devon had no choice but to cry out for mercy. He wanted
to slide against his rough palm, fuck himself into Brad’s tight
fist and then erupt all over his chest and stomach.
More than that, he didn’t dare think about. Even in the dead
of night when his thoughts were his alone, he never let himself
go too far. Brad was his mentor, his big brother, his friend
and even his hero, in some respects. He was the man who’d
vowed to be there no matter what, who’d brought Devon into
the fraternity and done his best to guide him and even protect
him. If Devon became too sexually fixated with him, all of
that would be put into jeopardy. Longing to give him a blow
job was one thing, but getting one in return? Fucking him or
being fucked? Taking Brad to his bed? Those thoughts were all
completely out of the question.
“Do you like that? Yeah, I know you do. You like to suck my cock? You like it when I fuck your face?” His fingers tightened on the back of Devon’s head. “You better swallow everything
down. You better not lose even a drop.”
Devon nodded as much as he could. Every drop. He would
take every drop; swallow again and again as Brad shot down
the back of his throat. Just imagining the thick, salty liquid
was enough to make his balls tighten. He held himself back,
though, determined not to shoot until he’d gotten his taste of
Brad.
“That’s it…that’s it…Devon…
fuck
.”
Cum flooded his mouth, and objectively, it wasn’t any
different from any other time he’d taken a load to the face. It
tasted the same, felt the same against his tongue and the roof
of his mouth, but it was still different. Maybe because Devon
never thought he’d get this close to Brad. Maybe it was because
he really, really wanted it. Maybe it was just the beer and the
thick steam, obscuring his vision and clouding his mind. But he
swallowed down every drop just like Brad told him to, and he
did it gratefully, still furiously pumping his own cock while he
milked the last of the salty fluid from Brad’s.
Brad shoved him away without warning and gripped him by
the arm, hauling Devon to his feet. He stepped out of the tub
and pushed Devon back to the door, slamming him against the
unforgiving oak and pinning him there. Devon tried to look up
without fear in his eyes, tried now to cower, but he’d never felt
so…vulnerable.
“Listen to me, okay? Because I don’t want to have to repeat
myself.”
Devon swallowed and nodded. If Brad threatened him about
keeping his mouth shut or launched into a lecture about how
this could never happen again, he’d listen and he’d agree and
he’d be good. He wouldn’t reveal an ounce of disappointment,
wouldn’t let Brad see the deeper pain, the tiny heartache. “The next time you’re put on academic restriction, I won’t
be able to help you. I won’t be able to stop them from kicking
you out. Do you understand me?”
Devon nodded.
“
Do
you? I need to be sure you do, Devon, because I…I want
you to stay here with me. No more fucking around. No more
relying on your mouth to get what you want. You’re smart, so
act like it, okay?”
Devon nodded again.
“You’re worth more than you give yourself credit for. You’re
more than just a willing hole.”
“Does that mean you won’t be spending more time with my
willing holes?”
Brad tilted his head, studying him thoughtfully. “I’ll make a
deal with you. Get yourself off of restriction
without
resorting
to blowing anybody, and we’ll revisit that question. But when
have I not rewarded good behavior?”
Devon nodded. “You’re a good big bro.”
“It’s a lucky thing you have me. Keeping an eye on you is a
full-time job. I’m not sure anybody else would do it.” “It’s not that bad, is it? You have fun.”
“Of course it’s not that bad. That’s exactly my point.” He
claimed Devon’s mouth with a hard kiss, his tongue and teeth
assaulting Devon’s swollen lips. “It’s so good; I don’t want to
lose it.”
He stepped back, leaving Devon achingly hard and struggling to catch his breath. “I’ll straighten up and fly right.” “Good.” Brad wrapped a towel around his waist and
collected the last few cans of beer. “And clean this place up,
will ya? There’s water everywhere.”
Devon nodded, keeping the goofy grin from his face until after Brad left. Brad actually cared about him, and as far as Devon was concerned, a door had been opened that Brad didn’t bother to fully close. Devon wouldn’t fuck up that opportunity, not when everything he wanted was just within his grasp. The memory of Brad’s scent would linger in his nose and in his dreams.

My older brother’s friend, Oscar—who I had a wicked crush on—had belonged to the very fraternity I’d pledged to. So I got some insider knowledge about what I was going to have to face.

“It’ll be something, Mike,” he said, laughing. As he gave me the lowdown, my eyes got bigger and bigger. He mistook my look for fear and reached over to give my knee a squeeze. We were sitting on the back porch of my family’s home.

I hid the shiver of desire that went through me at the touch of his hand.
“I know it all sounds like an ordeal,” Oscar said. “And, well, it’s supposed to be. But it’s worth it. I made important connections there.” Oscar was a success in his field. He had flown here just to give me this pep talk.
I wanted to repay him for his kindness—hell, I wanted to do
so much
for him—but instead I just thanked him. The next day was the pledging ceremony.
I’d worked like crazy to make it to college, pushing myself academically. Now here I was on the cusp, ready to enter my adult life.
We were told to assemble at midnight in the big foyer of the fraternity house. The place was huge, mansion-like, with a grand staircase coming down into the vast room. None of the frat brothers were there, though. As I stood with the other fidgeting pledges, I felt smug, knowing what was coming. But as time passed, I got nervous too. No sign of anybody. Just twodozen eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds waiting anxiously. Was this all a joke on us?
Somebody started to whisper something, and someone else told him to shut the fuck up, and right then all the lights went out. We stood in total darkness. Despite my advance knowledge, a prickle of fear went up my spine.
An eerie glow started pouring into the broad foyer. I felt my heart beating fast, seeing that it was candlelight. A solemn procession was coming down the stairs. The long line of fraternity brothers reached the bottom and circled our group, each of them carrying a candle in a brass holder. The spooky flickering light grew until I could see they were all dressed in cowled robes.
Again I felt scared, even though Oscar had warned me about all this. It was like a scene from a horror film about a satanic cult.
“Pledges!” one of the robed figures said, voice echoing. The brothers stood around us in a menacing circle. With their hoods pulled low, I couldn’t recognize anybody. “Hear now the sacred history of our brotherhood…” What followed was a long-winded oratory, with lots of fancy language. I think it was supposed to kind of lull us, so that everyone would be shocked at the end when the speaker suddenly said, “Now—all of you, get naked!”
All the pledges gasped. Except me. For several seconds nobody moved.
The same brother shouted, “I said take your fucking clothes off, you punk-ass bitches!”
I was the first one to start stripping. Others took it as a signal and did the same. I didn’t want to completely give away that I knew what was coming (Oscar had violated frat rules by giving me that preview), but frankly, I was eager to get on with it.
I felt a squirmy excitement as I stood nude before all those hooded figures. The other pledges cupped their cocks when they were done undressing, but I was afraid that any contact might give me a hard-on, so I just let my meat dangle.
“I—I don’t want to do this…” A blond-haired pledge with a quivering lower lip had stopped, still half-clothed.
The brother with the ominous echoing voice said, “Do you refuse, pledge?”
The blond guy swallowed audibly. “Yes.”
“Then step out and go wait for the others through that door.” A robed arm lifted and a finger pointed to a big oak door on the ground level.
The rest of the naked pledges watched him go.
The brother spoke again. “Any one of you sniveling pussies can refuse to participate in any part of this ceremony. Nothing’s going to happen to your pal behind that door. But he just earned himself the lowest place in the pecking order. Pledges will be ranked. The lowest do the hardest chores. They make the senior brothers breakfast in bed, polish shoes, scrub toilets. They might get two or three hours of sleep a night. Those who last the longest through this sacred ceremony will have the easiest time. More than that, you will gain the respect of the entire fraternity. It’s up to you.”
The pledges traded looks with one another, understanding how it worked now. I saw the determined faces. One, a guy from Idaho named Tommy whom I’d met during student orientation, grinned confidently, like he couldn’t wait for the next test.
But nobody was going to beat me, I promised myself. I wanted to be at the top of the pecking order, and I would do
anything
.
“Okay, bitch-boys—it’s time to dance!” With that, music suddenly erupted from hidden speakers. The candles were set aside and the lights came up.
It was a waltz, and we were told to pair up. I found myself dancing with a chubby guy who glared past my shoulder, refusing to look at me. I made the most of it, gliding along easily. It was like some crazy, naked, all-male cotillion. The senior brothers cheered us on.
Two pledges broke down right away and went scampering toward the oak door. I saw Tommy grin again. He had dark full hair, with a trim but muscular body. I concentrated instead on my dance partner, feeling how painfully uncomfortable he was. I leaned close and whispered, “I like the way you jiggle.”
He went beet-red, let go of me, and scurried off. Another of the abandoned partners was assigned to me.
“Time for something more…romantic,” called the brother. The waltz cut out and was replaced by some slow sexy R&B. “Make sure you get nice and close, boys!”
I didn’t hesitate. I pulled my new partner right up against me, skin on skin. He was a few inches shorter than me, with a creamy complexion and soft blue eyes. I swayed gently and slowly, tugging him along. He felt warm against me, our cocks pressed together. I had never been this close to another naked male, yet I’d had my fantasies. It was one of the reasons I’d been so anxious to get away to college, to explore my sexuality.
It was obvious that this whole “ordeal” we pledges were going through was meant to test our endurance as heterosexual men. Most straight guys would indeed flip out if shoved into a situation like this. But then again, we
weren’t
being forced. We could quit whenever we liked.
As for me, I was enjoying close-dancing with this blue-eyed guy. I liked the firm feel of his body, so different from the few occasions I’d had contact with girls. For the first time in my life, things felt right for me.
It was when my cock started to get hard that my partner yelped and backed away. I glanced after him a little wistfully as he ran for the door, securing his permanent place in the pledges’ pecking order. Only then did I realize how many others had fled during the slow dance. There were less than ten pledges left. Tommy was one of them, I saw.
As I looked, he grinned right at me, eyes flashing with selfassurance. Cocky bastard, I thought, then noticed he had a hard-on too. Apparently he didn’t care who saw, thrusting it out for all to see. He was nicely sized. I guessed I wasn’t the only one who had liked that last dance.
“All right, bitches!” Again the music cut out. “It’s time to kiss your dates! Now, don’t be shy.”
The encircling brothers laughed as the remaining pledges were again paired off. Somebody pointed out Tommy’s erection, like it wasn’t obvious enough. Someone else pointed to me. “Oooh, look, he can’t wait for that kiss!”
Whichever faceless hooded brother had said that, he was right. I couldn’t wait. I had never kissed another man and wanted desperately to do so, even under circumstances like these. I was put up against a guy with coffee-colored skin and a taut athlete’s body. But he was practically in tears as we were told to kiss each other on the mouth. I stepped closer and puckered up, wishing I could offer the poor dude some kind of comfort. Yes, I was still competing for the top spot, but I didn’t want to see this guy suffer.

Then I thought,
Fuck him if he can’t handle this.
I looked him up and down and felt a raging heat of desire roil through me. I
wanted
to kiss this beautiful man. More than that, I wanted to touch him all over, to squeeze his cock and maybe finger his asshole and do all the stuff I’d dreamt about for so goddamn long that I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I lunged at him, with what had to be a look of predatory hunger on my face. He let loose a high girlish cry and bolted.
He wasn’t the only one to go. I heard other sets of bare feet thundering across the foyer’s wood floor to reach the safety behind the big oak door. Looking around I saw only two couples who’d gone through with it. Tommy belonged to one of them, of course. He was kissing his “sweetheart” full on the lips, giving the appearance that he was enjoying himself.
The other kissers were all squirming, plainly just enduring the experience. I was given one of the leftover guys and planted my lips on his before he could decide he didn’t want to. Applause broke out. I looked around at the robed brothers. “Yeah, Mike!” one of them shouted. And a few others took it up: “Mike, Mike, Mike!”
But competing calls soon arose: “Tommy! Tommy!”
So this wasn’t all just an exercise in mindless homophobia. The senior members actually wanted someone to succeed.
The speaker’s voice cut through the cheers. “So, you six have gotten this far. Isn’t that nice? Well—it’s time to see some tongue!” I could hear an edge of eagerness in his voice now. It occurred to me that he was enjoying this as something more than a ceremony of humiliation for the pledges. Seeing all these naked guys together turned him on. I bet he wasn’t the only senior brother who liked what he saw.
The idea made my hard cock throb. My balls stirred.
We last six were put into three pairs. I faced a man with goth-pale skin and sad eyes. But even as I stepped up to shove my tongue into his mouth, he whimpered and backed away. Somebody else yelled, “I can’t take this shit anymore!”
And then there were four. I got a new partner, one with a square jaw and a military crew cut, and Tommy took the other. My guy looked dazed and determined all at once, like he’d deliberately sent his mind a few million miles away. We put our arms around each other, though he pointedly held his body away from my stiff cock. We set our mouths against one another. When his lips parted, I pressed my tongue past them.
He just stuck his out rigidly, but I Frenched him like crazy. Even as unresponsive as he was, it was the most I’d ever done with another guy, and I relished the opportunity. I raked my fingers through the short bristles of his hair, grinding my mouth back and forth on his. It was like making out with a mannequin, I suppose, but I got so into it that the room blurred around me. I was moaning and gasping as I tongued him wildly.
Hands suddenly seized my shoulders and pushed me away. “Knock it off!” said my square-jawed partner. “I’m not a girl!”
I knew; that was the whole point. I grinned at him as he muttered a curse at the floor and marched toward the oak door of failure.
Tommy’s partner had abandoned him too, probably for the same reason. Tommy’s cock was still as hard as mine. I wondered if he’d had previous sexual experiences with men.
The circle of brothers cheered again, their happy cries echoing off the walls and high ceiling of the foyer. Finally, the speaker put up his arms for quiet.
“Mike and Tommy, you’re the last two. All the other little pussy-boys have fled because they’ve got no guts. But you two have already proven yourselves. Still, there can be only one at the top of the pecking order, so…”
He told us the final challenge. Tommy and I were to stand face-to-face. We were each to take hold of the other’s cock and start jerking. Whoever came first would be the loser, and the other would win it all.
I was almost breathless as we took our places. I looked into Tommy’s blazing eyes. I drank in his sinewy body. He was so lovely. I still wanted to be the winner, but what I wanted more, I found, was to feel his cock in my hand.
“Now—start jerking!”
When Tommy fearlessly took hold of my meat, my whole body trembled. I grabbed him too, fondling him, thrilled at his velvety texture. He started pumping me right away. After a second I did the same. It was a little awkward pulling on him from this direction, but I fell into a rhythm quickly enough. This was a whole different kind of endurance contest from what had come before.
His shaft was thick. I tightened my grip, pistoning my arm. I saw a dribble of precum at the crown of his cock. It felt so good to be touching him this way, though, that I wasn’t even thinking anymore about forcing him to come so I would win. I just savored it, the way you do when your dreams come true.
All the while, Tommy was grinning fiercely. But I could see how he too was fighting for control. He liked what I was doing to him. He pumped me harder, and pleasure rolled through every part of me. It felt so good, so right. He was a natural, squeezing me with just the right amount of pressure, his thumb sliding over my cockhead to smear my own little drizzle of precum over my knob. I shivered and groaned.
It was only then that I realized that several of the watching brothers had opened their robes. They wore nothing underneath. They were jerking off their hard cocks to the sight of Tommy and me going at it. I knew at that moment that I had indeed made the best decision about which fraternity to join.
Tommy was breathing now in hard grunts. His grin strained the corners of his mouth. His gorgeous cock throbbed in my fast-pumping fist.
But I made the mistake of gazing into his eyes again. Tommy looked back with erotic rapture on his handsome face, and said hoarsely, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mike.”
My balls suddenly tightened and something wrenched deep inside me, a fantastic jolt of pleasure, past all my controlling. I went helplessly forward into my come. I started shooting, every spurt tearing fresh joy from me. Everything whirled around me. Distantly, I heard the masturbating brothers raise a new cheer, declaring a winner. But even as they did, I felt Tommy spasm in my hand. His hot droplets spattered my chest and stomach. I kept on pumping until I’d milked the last of it from him, until his cum was dripping down between my fingers.
When we finally let go of each other, we automatically stepped forward and kissed, deeply and hungrily. This wasn’t going to be the last time I felt his cock in my hand, I knew. Tommy and I would be lovers.
I didn’t even care that I wasn’t at the top of the pecking order.