I Apply to the Sorority Auxiliary, part 2
Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 5:56 am
Dorothea wasted no time. She grasped my penis and squeezed it gently. “You’re partially erect already, boy,” she said.
I gasped. No one had ever held my penis before. It felt sooo good! It expanded and thickened instantly. Dorothea stroked it and ran her thumb over the tip. “Ohhh,” I groaned. Dorothea’s minidress was very low cut, affording me an exciting view down her cleavage. A necklace supported a colorful metal butterfly in her cleavage. I couldn’t take my eyes from the sight. Dorothea gripped me rather tightly and stroked me very slowly. My breathing was deep and I made a conscious effort to slow it down. “Oh, that feels good, Mistress, thank you.”
“Do you run your thumb over the tip of your cock like this when you play with yourself, boy?” Dorothea asked.
“Yes, Mistress, I do.”
“Does it feel better when I do it for you or when you do it yourself?” Dorothea’s tone had a teasing, condescending lilt that enhanced the erotic effect of her actions and questions.
“It feels a lot better when you do it, Mistress. A whole lot better. Ohhh, ahhh. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Are you close to cumming, boy?”
“No, Mistress, but you sure make me feel very, very good.”
“Why, here’s your first drip of precum, the signal for your first spanking. Lie here over my thighs,” she said, pointing to her lap. Her skirt separated over her thighs, showing the lacy tops of her stockings. I stared at the sexy sight. I felt truly frightened, certain my practice spankings would be nothing like the reality. With a gulp, I lowered myself, gripping the chair leg to prevent me from trying to protect myself. Despite my anxiety, my cock was still fully aroused and I found the weave of Dorothea’s nylon against my tip exciting.
Dorothea rubbed my cheeks with her hand for a while, which felt very good. Then, pop, pop, pop, pop, she started smacking me, alternating cheeks. She wasn’t even going fast. It felt kinda good at first, much to my surprise, like a hard massage. I heard some spanks from the other side of the room. Dorothea gradually made the spanking harder and faster, but it still wasn’t as hard as I’d given myself in training. Smack, smack, smack, smack. She kept alternating cheeks and soon, it began to hurt. By now, the room was filled with slapping sounds. I started a bouncing motion on her lap. To my surprise, I was still partially erect. I concentrated on how nice Dorothea’s legs felt against my cock and it distracted me from the pain - and stiffened me up again. I wouldn’t have said the spanking felt good, but I didn’t mind it. The thought that I sometime might be selected to have sex with these woman was a tremendous incentive.
“Stand up, boy,” commanded Dorothea. She handed me my sports bottle.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said as I obeyed. I drank and returned the bottle to the floor. I heard the other boys in our group getting their bottoms being smacked. My eyes went back and forth between Dorothea’s expansive cleavage and her firm thighs.
“Well, you’re still stiff,” Dorothea said as she grasped me again. “That means you must like being spanked by a woman. What a good boy you are, number 10.”
“Thank you, Mistress. Uhhh, uhhhh.” The stroking felt much better than before. I thrust my hips in time with her motion, then, with an effort forced myself to stop. I figured that motion would no way help me maintain control.
Dorothea continued questioning me with that seductive, condescending voice. “Has this penis ever explored the depths of a woman’s sex?”
“No, Mistress, I am a virgin, a very curious and eager virgin.” Rising pleasure elicited a series of gasps.
“Very good, boy, you won’t have so much to unlearn. So many males think their pleasure is important, but it’s not. We’ll teach you the art of pleasing a woman, and your own sexual pleasure will follow - sometimes. Does that appeal to you, boy?
“Yes, Mistress, all of it, your pleasure first,” I managed to gasp. I’d learned well from my week of cramming.
“Here’s more of your precum. I’m going to keep stimulating you. Have other women played with this penis or am I the first?”
“You’re the first, Mistress,” (My voice rose with each word, expressing the degree of pleasure I felt.) and it feels sooo goood!”
“I like it when you’re loud, boy. Does that mean that you’re close to cumming?”
“No, Mistress, I’m not, but it means it feels so good when you touch me there. Oh, oh....”
At that moment we were interrupted by a wail of despair. “No, no, I don’t want to! No! I can’t...oh, oh, oh.” The heartfelt cries ended in sobs.
“Loser blew his wad, loser blew his wad,” all the woman chanted together. Dorothea did not miss a stroke. I heard a few loud smacks from various corners of the room. Cries of “Ouch” and the like filled the air. I felt glad. I only had to outlast four more rivals.
“You’re one step closer to winning, boy. Now don’t follow his example and cum! In a moment, I’m going take you back over my knee and paddle you. That will hurt a lot more than the handspanking. But if you take your paddling well and maintain your nice stiff erection, I’ll give you a reward. Now get over my thighs.”
With a deep breath, I lay across her lap, my stiff, dripping cock pressed against her. I wondered what the reward might be. The sight of her breasts or panties? To touch...”Ow!” I gasped as the first blow landed. That paddle really stung!
“Take it, boy, take it. A good paddling is just what a boy needs.”
Dorothea really wailed into me. I couldn’t help but cry out as each smarting blow landed. “Ow! Ouch! Oooohhh!” I bounced up and down, nearly forgetting about the reward. I concentrated on doing Kegels as I jounced about on her lap. Dimly, I heard other boys’ cries, similar to mine. The main sound, though, was the crack of paddles on buttocks.
One boy’s voice rose above all the sounds in an agonized shriek. “Stop, you sadistic fucking bitches. Fuck you! Stop! I don’t want to be around you fucking assholes!” With my head down, I couldn’t tell what happened, but after a few seconds I heard the women’s taunting refrain, “Can’t take the paddle, can’t take the paddle!”
Dorothea never slowed or seemed distracted by the commotion. I gritted my teeth, determined to hang on. I gripped the chair legs tighter when I realized one hand had released and moved toward my buttocks. I remembered my possible reward and made sure to rub my cock on Dorothea’s nylon-sheathed thighs and to keep going with the Kegels, though I was in a lot of pain. “Oh, Dorothea, this hurts a lot!, “I shouted. “A lot!”
“Of course it does, boy. I love hurting boys and I know how much good it does you. Get ready, I’m going to really teach you a lesson with the paddle now.”
My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. She had more in store for me? She sure did, both force and speed. “Ahhhhhhoooohhhhh,” I cried, beyond words as she slapped my inflamed bumcheeks again and again. I kicked my legs in a fruitless attempt to dispel the pain. I kept tightening my Kegels and rubbing myself on my punisher, desperately trying to make the pleasure in my cock overcome the pain in my ass. Suddenly, Dorothea dropped the paddle. I heard it thump on the floor.
“Stand up, boy,” she commanded. Again, she handed me the water bottle.
I stood up with alacrity, glad this part of the ordeal was over. Unless I missed something, only two boys had flunked out of submissive school. I looked down at my penis, noting that it was partly erect, well above the horizontal, but not taut against my stomach as it sometimes gets. I kept up the Kegels, making it twitch. I hoped desperately that it pleased Dorothea. I noted that substantially fewer pops and variations on “Ouch” filled the air.
Dorothea peered at my penis, bending forward to get close. “Well, boy, you’re not fully rampant. However, you are well above the horizontal and twitching.” She took it in her hand, squeezing and stroking my sensitive cock.
“Oh, Mistress, that feels sooo good after that hard paddling! Thank you sooo much, Mistress.” I meant it, too. Her manipulation of my cock nearly completely distracted me from the raging pain in my bum.
“Boy, you are erect enough to earn your reward. As a very special boon, you may rub your bumcheeks for 20 seconds to feel how warm I made them. I hope you’re proud, for you took a very hard paddling for your first one. At least I assume it was the first. Am I right?”
By this time, I was fully erect, sensitive and responsive. I felt my warm cheeks. They stung like I’d sat on a beehive. “You’re right, Mistress, that was my first paddling and I won’t mind if it’s my last, though I hope you enjoyed it, Mistress.”
“Do you like the warmth in your red bumcheeks? They’re all rosy and very pretty. You should be proud.”
“Yes, Mistress, my cheeks are very warm, thank you. And thank you for allowing me to feel them.” Actually, I was disappointed. I’d hoped to see or touch her beautiful body. Still, my hands on my butt felt soothing.
“Time’s up, take your hands off your ass.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I dropped my hands to my side. Dorothea’s touch on my cock loosened and her pace slowed a bit. For some reason, that was more stimulating than any other technique she’d used before. “Unhhh, unhhh,” I grunted, my hips slowly thrusting back and forth.
Then, over the few paddling smacks and cries, and the groans of boys trying desperately to hold in their seed, came the derisive voice of a woman, possibly Daniela. “You sniveling wimp, get your limp dick, your red ass, and the sorry rest of you out of here. Can’t get it up!”
Immediately, all the women chanted, “Can’t get it up, can’t get it up!”
Dorothea gently rolled my tip with her thumb and forefinger, for the time being not stroking me. I bit my lower lip and took several deep breaths, renewing my determination to retain my jism. Perhaps as few as two boys needed to fail before I could be a winner. “Oh, Mistress, that feels so very, very good. Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re doing very well, boy. Have you ever been close to cumming in any of your trials here today?”
“No, Mistress, not yet. And thank you so much for the compliment. Unhh, unhh.” I grunted as Dorothea resumed full strokes to my oversensitive cock.
Screams of males in pain filled the room from a few of the groups, giving me an idea of what was to come.
“Then you haven’t had a real test, almost like you taking a junior high math test. You tell me when you’re right at the edge of cumming and I’ll administer a real test - ten more strokes before I crop you.”
At that moment, one of the mistresses called out, “Blue balls, blue balls!”
“Y..yes, M...M...Mistress,” I stammered, truly afraid she’d make me lose. She gripped me tighter and stoked very fast, up at the tip only. It felt fantastic and in less than a minute I gasped, “Ready! Oh, my God, oh my God!”
Dorothea immediately loosened her grip and stroked the whole shaft very slowly, not neglecting my throbbing cockhead. “Ten....nine....eight....seven....six....halfway....”
I held my breath and tightened my muscles. A mighty effort kept my hips still. My scalp and face tingled. “Arrrrgghhhhh!”
“Four....almost....two....o..n..e.” True to her word, she let go. “Congratulations, boy.” She gave me her TCD and that nearly drove me over the edge as well.
For a few seconds, all I could do was gasp. I held still, not moving a muscle except my diaphragm. I knew if i twitched at all, I’d spray and lose everything. Finally, the desperate need to release my load subsided. “Oh, Mistress, thank you so much. I never felt anything like that. It was incredible. Thank you, thank you.”
Dorothea cupped my balls, which had a dull ache. “Do your sensitive little balls hurt, boy?”
“Yes, Mistress, they do. There’s so much cum aching to come out. But I won’t let it so I can serve you.”
With a smile, Dorothea called out, “Blue balls, blue balls!” Other members repeated the refrain. Then she addressed me. “Are you ready for ten more strokes before your caning?”
“I hope so, Mistress, since I would never ask you not to.”
“Good answer!” She gripped me again and pumped me, saying, “The cane will give you real pain. Same deal, a reward if you stay stiff. Back on my lap, quick.”
Taking a deep breath, frightened anew, I bent over her lap and grasped the legs. The screams and shrieks of the other boys being caned told me I was due for something very painful. Crack! “Yow!” I screamed.
This pain, sharp and concentrated across both cheeks at once, stung like the Dickens and seared like a branding iron. One hand involuntarily released from the chair. Nearly panicking, I replaced it and gripped tightly.
I felt the cane lightly tapping on my butt, then whoosh, crack again! Another scream. Again, the tapping on my sore cheeks. I felt Dorothea move and my cock, only barely stiff, slid between her legs. She then tightened her legs on my cock. That felt good! My cock was within inches of her pussy and between her legs. I started pumping my hips, loving the feel of her upper thighs against my organ. Whoosh, crack, scream again. I tried to focus on my cock and its exciting position, but the searing pain sure interfered. Again and again she lashed me. As the ordeal continued, I sobbed continually, punctuated by a shriek after each cane strike.
Dorothea’s voice came in my ear. “Take a moment to recover and stand up, boy,” she whispered.
I lay on her, reflexively twitching my hips. After a moment, I recovered enough to remember to flex my PC muscle. With most of my breath recovered, I slowly arose, a shaky smile on my lips as I looked at Dorothea, who handed me the water bottle with a sympathetic look. “Take a big drink, boy. You need it.”
I sucked at the straw eagerly. A few males were still getting cropped, evidenced by their screams. My cock responded again to Dorothea’s renewed fondling. She was gentle at first.
A voice suddenly rose above the others. “Stop, stop, 9...911! I don’t care, I can’t stand it!” Sobbing and wailing of remorse followed this outburst. For the first time, I paid attention to the rest of the room. The guy stumbling toward the door was the taller guy who’d been teased with me.
“Can’t take the cane, can’t take the cane,” chanted the woman. A voice called, “All right, applicants. Only one more loser to go. Who will be the last to lose his chance for sex with all us woman?”
Dorothea, as always, kept to the business at hand, and I felt a surge of pleasure as I became rampant.
“You weren’t very stiff after your caning, but you were above horizontal and responded beautifully to my holding you. You have earned your reward, you fortunate boy. I just hope it doesn’t seal your fate. Now watch.” With a wicked smile, she craned her neck and body, opened her mouth and took my cockhead into her! Was she really going to suck me? My cock surged near to orgasm and I started hyperventilating with fear. He lips were drawn back and I felt her teeth on my tender cockhead. Would she bite? Her tongue rasped my frenulum and I gasped in fear. I was so close to cumming!
With a cruel laugh, Dorothea withdrew her mouth. I held stock still, hoping the surging cum in my shaft would subside. Slowly, it did. “Thank you, Mistress, thank you.” I was truly grateful, but whether more for her taking me in her mouth than for her withdrawal, I couldn’t be sure.
Groans and grunts of male pleasure and effort filled the air, interspersed with quiet conversation. Evidently all the surviving supplicants had taken their canings. Only seven remained, all determined not to be the last to lose out on the opportunity of a lifetime. The judges and Tormentresses and other members circulated among the remaining groups, making quiet comments and pointing or laughing, but not interfering.
Dorothea gave me no rest, but resumed jerking me. “Tell me when you’re at the edge, then fifteen strokes before a very difficult test I invented myself,” she said with another of her evil grins.
I was frightened and excited at once. In less than a minute, my eager cum rose again. I panted, “I’m there, Mistress. Oh, my balls ache!” my voice high-pitched with fear. Surely I couldn’t be the loser?
Dorothea didn’t count, but stroked me, a bit faster than in my previous test, one stroke per word. “You impressed me, boy. I won’t go easy on you, but I want you to win.” She then let go of my penis.
I stood there panting, waiting for yet another raging desire to cum to pass. As it finally did, I gasped, “Thank you, Mistress, thank you.” I felt weak, though my cock, now twitching, remained fully erect and my sore balls throbbed. I accepted the water Dorothea offered.
“Lie on your back with your knees up, boy,” Dorothea commanded.
I was glad it was a clean, shag carpet. I looked up, knowing I’d see way up Dorothea’s skirt if she stood. To my surprise and delight, she straddled me, right over my face. She wasn’t wearing any panties! I saw my first pussy, all wet with some fluid evident on her upper thighs. Her round ass jutted beautifully.
She lowered herself, leaning forward to put her arms under my knees. Pressing my thighs against her, she rocked back, rolling my ass off the floor and dropping her warm, wet pussy right on my face! “Lick my cunt, boy,” she cried. She released my right thigh and soon brought the crop painfully across my exposed ass. Her other hand found my cock and squeezed it.
But these sensations paled to my first smell and taste of pussy. The scent alone made my cock twitch, and the taste! Unlike anything I’d imagined. Obediently, I started licking, more excited by her incredible pussy than hurt by the cane.
Dorothea pushed her hips down on me, pressing so hard sometimes it was hard to breathe. Despite the pain, the stimulation of my cock, and the heady aroma and taste of my first ever pussy, I was frightened. My cock was near the edge and I didn't know the first thing about cunnilingus except the name. I opened my mouth and my tongue found the slit and Dorothea said, “That’s it boy, lick me, lick my cuntlips. Lick my clit.”
I’d read about the clit and seen pictures and videos. Up near the top...of her. My tongue found something hard. I licked and sucked it.
“Yes, that’s it, that’s it. Good boy. Keep licking me. Make me cum. Don’t you dare cum! I am woman! I cum and cum and cum! You are male. You serve woman. Lick my clit!” All the while, she spasmodically struck me with the crop, nowhere near as hard as before, and continued her backhanded jerk off.
I could hardly believe this was happening to nerdy old me. All the sensations made my cock boil. Me! Pleasuring this beautiful, sexually sophisticated beauty enough to make her cum! I was so close myself I felt panic rising in me as I tried to clamp down on my insistent penis.
“Yes, I’m cumming. Cumming!” cried out Dorothea above me, grinding her hips into my face almost painfully.
I kept licking, sooo close to cumming myself!
“No, no, I don’t want to! Ohhhh, wahh,” came an anguished cry that suddenly switched to a bellow of deep pain.
A woman called, “Winners! Stop!”
Dorothea, still orgasming, literally jumped off me, withdrawing all stimulation. I lay on the floor gasping, too concerned not to cum even then to savor my victory.
Dorothea, fingering herself shamelessly, addressed me, panting. “Don’t you dare cum now, boy. You need your full load of seed for the final heat.”
Oh, my God! Another ordeal. I was really spent, but I’d give it my all. I slowly recovered my breath. My nostrils thrilled to the remaining pussysmell on my face.
I slowly got up and kinda crawled into my chair, settling on it very gingerly, wanting the support despite the pain. Dorothea, no longer masturbating, wore a self-satisfied smirk as she pulled her clothing together, spreading her skirt to adjust her stocking and garter strap, a process I watched with great interest.
I took a deep draught from my bottle and then it hit me. I had survived the very harrowing second round. Only six of us left. I started to grin, but I also experienced trepidation. Was the third round to follow the other two immediately?
I looked around the room. Five other exhausted-looking naked boys slumped in their chairs, much as I did. Chris and Zach were among the finalists. The women talked among themselves quietly.
Dorothea stood where we all could see her and addressed us. “First of all, congratulations to our six finalists!” All the women clapped, some whistled. We boys joined in. When the applause subsided, she announced, “I’m sure all you boys will be glad to learn there are no more heats involving pain. For many, if not all, of you, this was your first experience of a female dominant adult sexual spanking. All of you have done very well in showing orgasm control and acceptance of pain. You’ll also be glad to learn that the next, final elimination heat takes place here, tomorrow. You are all our invited guests except you may not leave without forfeiting your chance to win.” This qualification met with general laughter, some nervous laughter on the part of the supplicants. “If any of you need to communicate with someone, we’ll accommodate this reasonable request. Ask any member and she’ll gladly assist you.
“For the rest of the evening, we’ll enjoy light refreshments and a social time. You boys will serve us and remain naked. Unless given permission to do so, you must not touch your penises. You’ll be escorted to washrooms where you may freshen up, but don’t expect privacy. After that, you’ll be shown to the kitchen to begin serving us. This year’s Theta Delta Kappa Annual Supplicant Elimination Heats One and Two is hereby adjourned. Meaning when the boys serve us, we can all have a much-deserved drink.”
The Freshwomen escorted us to the two upstairs washrooms, rather large rooms with two toilets, tubs, and showers, as well as three sinks and large mirrors. We got our first looks at each others’ red and striped bumcheeks and commented on how much pain we’d taken. We all craned about to see our own wounds in the mirrors. It felt good to pee, to wash my face. I even, with permission stepped in the shower, quickly learning that a washcloth soothed my poor bum much more than a spray of hot water!
Samantha joined me on the stairs back down. “Jerry, I’m so glad you’re one of the finalists.”
“Me, too,” I said with a grin. “It would really suck to be one of the last ones to fall - all that pain and frustration and no reward.”
“We like it that way. It’s good for you boys to be hurt and frustrated.”
We reached the kitchen and found trays of food in the refrigerator, bottles of champagne, fruit juice, ice and buckets, trays to carry glasses and a supply of cocktail napkins. We boys carried these items to the large dining room, placing them on the table around which sat the beautiful, provocatively dressed women. We were told to stand behind our Tormentresses, to ask her permission to get any food or drink, that no reasonable request would be denied, and that otherwise we must ask permission to speak unless directly addressed by a member. Dorothea also told us, “Boys, since you have all shown such good orgasm control, you have permission to play with yourselves provided you do not ejaculate. You may start or stop any time you wish. Raise your hand if you have painful, blue balls.”
All finalists raised their hands.
“Good! As I expected. Then your balls will hurt more as you play with yourselves, which is very good for you and demonstrates your submission to us. I hope you will avail yourselves of the privilege, though you are free not to do so with no penalty. You don’t have to ask permission for sub-verbal expressions of pleasure.”
I know a hint when I hear one, and besides, I missed the stimulation. My bum tingled, and I had to admit it felt good at this stage. In fact, I felt like I was high on something. I gingerly fondled my tip between my thumb and forefinger. That felt good, so I began gentle, slow strokes. Chris and one of the other guys followed my example pretty soon. Dorothea was correct, my balls ached more.
The gorgeous redhead, whose name, evidently, was Veronica, got things started by stating the numbers of the failed supplicants in the order in which they failed. Tormentresses recounted each failure to much ridicule and laughter. I sure felt glad that nothing like that could be said about me. Dorothea quietly told me to pour her and the women on either side some champagne and to take a glass myself if I wished. Listening to the conversation for clues about the sorority, I obeyed and asked permission to take a plate of food. This was granted by a nod from the regal Dorothea. Soon, I stood back, placing my champagne flute on a windowsill behind me as I nibbled on crackers, cheese, and vegetables. When my champagne was gone, I began fondling myself again. By now, all finalists had taken the privilege, watched from time to time by the ladies. My cock was oversensitive and tingled, as did my face and even my shoulder. My balls ached with each stroke.
In between a couple of stories, Samantha called Chris and me to her. Still masturbating, as was Chris, I went over. Without interrupting the narrative, she whispered to us, “I want to see the fine cocks of the two boys I inducted.” We both treated her to a masturbatory display and she gave use each about 10 strokes, then sent us back to our Tormentresses.
“Tony, the silly boy who lost his temper, complained from the get-go. Once, he wondered out loud if the contest was rigged, said we all played favorites. I hit him pretty hard with the paddle and after a while I worked on one cheek. Do you think that might have sent him over the edge?” innocently asked the narrator, whose name was Doris.
In the midst of the laughter, Samantha said, “When I escorted him out, he threatened to call the cops.” All the woman laughed and laughed. I wondered why that was so funny.
I learned some rules, or rather guidelines, the Tormentresses followed. They deliberately complimented our cocks until we lost, then ridiculed us. Some members didn’t like this practice because they delighted in ridiculing men and their penises. My guess was right, if the three supplicants in one cohort during the first heat had all lasted a long time, they might have seen their cockteasers displaying wild, uninhibited Lesbian sex. In the second heat, Tormentresses brought the boys to their first emission of precum before beginning the handspanking. After that, she used her judgement and experience of men’s arousal state to decide how to proceed. A minimum of 8 cane strokes was required, with a max of 12. For anyone who survived the caning, the Tormentress was free to use any technique and could, if she wished, reveal her attitude toward the supplicant’s failure or success. I never got a clue how all the judges notes were to be used.
Kari, an exotic-looking brunette whose olive skin lent her a middle eastern appearance, described the downfall of the last supplicant, the one who’d given the rest of us our victory.
“I didn’t like him, plain and simple. He bragged! Talk about not getting the picture.” Everyone laughed and someone asked what he bragged about.
“Oh, he knew the other survivor in the first heat was about to cum, but he was just getting started. I admit he had a good thick cock, a bit short. Like many males, he was so vain about it. He had masturbated for three hours just last week. He had a high pain tolerance, blah, blah, blah. But he still squirmed on my knee, kicking and waving his arms, shouting about how much it hurt - during the handspanking! Then, he actually grinned at me and asked how I liked feeling his prick. Asked if we could go somewhere and fuck. Instead, i started his paddling. He found the strength to go on, somehow. I didn’t think he would. In the next handjob round, he grunted and groaned, thrust his hips and positively dripped precum. I used it like lube. But when he said, ‘I’m doing good. I’m gonna win,’ I got disgusted and decided to cane him. He screamed throughout the whole thing, the wimp. So I gave him the full 12 strokes, hoping he’d flunk, but he didn’t. When he caught his breath, he said, ‘Damn, I’m good! I’m a winner for sure.’
“I looked him right in the eye and said, ‘You are an arrogant prick. I hope you are the last loser and since I get to pick your next trial, I’m going to give you the best blowjob you’ll ever get - but you can’t cum.’” Her voice assumed the teasing lilt all the women used. “And I knew he’d never had a blowjob. Talk about an uneven contest!”
Everyone laughed, including all us finalists.
Kari went on. “So I licked him and sucked on his tip while he groaned and buckled his knees. I took as much of the shaft as was easy and deep-throated him. He was less than 6 inches, so I took it all. He started screaming ‘No, No,’ and all that other stuff and his salty jism poured into me, my victory, his loss! I dug my fingernails into his ass just before he started cumming. After the first big squirt, I rolled him to one side and bit him!”
Gales of laughter from the women, blanched looks from the boys.
The party broke up soon after that. Some of the woman seemed eager to go upstairs. Supervised by the Freshwomen, we cleaned up and were escorted to a surprisingly large room under the wide formal staircase. Six mattresses and a collection of bedclothes were available. We made our beds, and the ladies had us lie on their backs. Samantha had made sure Chris and I lay next to each other and knelt between us, her cleavage evident, her thighs spread wide, giving us views up her legs to her black lace panties. She grasped our cocks and stroked us both.
“I think of you both as my boys, the survivors of my inductees, and I hope you do very well tomorrow in the final. During the night, you are not allowed to touch yourself. You’ll be disqualified if you make yourself cum. A Freshwoman will always be awake in here to prevent any cheating. We’re on three hour shifts and at the shift changes, they’ll awaken you and masturbate you for a while to keep your balls nice and blue for tomorrow.
“This is fun,” she went on. “I’ve never given two handjobs at once. I’m going to go only until you give me some of your precum. If I’m not looking at you when it slips from the little slit in your cockhead, just say, ‘precum,’ and I’ll stop stimulating you and let you get some rest.”
Other women stimulated the other males. All through the room came more grunts and groans as frustrated males’ balls ached more and more. I sure added my groans. Chris’s and my announcements of “Precum” overlapped. Samantha wished us good night with a kiss on the lips.
My blue balls ached so much they made it hard to go to sleep then and both times we were aroused (in both senses) during the night.
Be darned if they didn’t wake us up with a fourth handjob in the morning! Again, we were escorted to the washrooms, showered, shaved with disposables the ladies thoughtfully provided.
As we left the washroom, we were met by one of the Freshwomen, a slender, trim east Asian woman who had awoken me to give me my morning hand job. Now, she handed me a pair of white, frilly, lace panties. “Put these on, boy,” she said in a no-nonsense voice.
Surprised, I arched my eyebrows. “Panties?”
“Panties.”
Well, I should have expected something like this. I’d read the word, feminization, but thought it was some fringe aspect of female domination. Now, I was confronted with at least some aspect of it.
Chagrined, I took the skimpy garment from her and stepped into it, drawing it up my legs and snugging it over my hips. A thong, it slid easily into the crack of my ass, a sensation I found uncomfortable. But the nylon on the front, containing my cock, felt erotic. To my embarrassment, I swiftly erected, filling the frilly garment until, to my great mortification, my aroused cockhead emerged above the constricting waistband like a curious prairie dog. “Oh,” I gasped, my hands moving to cover my shame.
“Hold still,” snapped the beautiful, diminutive Asian. I obeyed and her voice dropped several registers as she said, “I think it’s sweet that a pair of panties excites you.” She squeezed my cockhead.
“Uhhh,” I groaned, my balls aching anew. To my great surprise, she lifted up on tiptoe, put her hand around my neck and pulled me down and kissed my lips. “I’ll remember you, number 10. I love feminine males. Now run along to the kitchen and help prepare breakfast.”
Feminine male? Who does she think I am? Who does she think she is? I’m a red-blooded American het male who loves women and wants to fuck them. I wish I had fucked some women. I wish I would fuck some women. Why the fuck else am I submitting to all these painful and humiliating indignities? To get finally, righteously, fantastically fucked, that’s why!!!
In this resentful and confused mood I arrived in the kitchen. A menu and some instructions lay in a menu rack on the counter. Chris, wearing black lace panties and totally limp, had arrived earlier and assumed control. Sorta. One of the members sat at a table in the corner of the spacious kitchen. The Asian woman joined her, probably to ensure none of us surreptitiously came.
“Jerry, do you know anything about cooking? The other guy who got here early says he can’t fry an egg.” He indicated a boy in black panties with frills across the ass. I know, because he was reaching up to a cabinet.
“Wait a sec, Chris,” I said, glancing at the menu. Quiche. I should have known. But quiche was easy, the recipes detailed and clear. “Can you make coffee and serve juice?” I asked the other guy. “My name’s Jerry,” I added. “There are recipes.”
“Recipes?” he said, blinking.
“Think of it as a lab,” Chris suggested. I started to laugh, but suppressed it. “There are specific substances, procedures, measurements and times,” he went on.
“Oh, I can do that,” said our rival. “I’m David.”
“Glad to meet you, David,” I said. Yeah, right. “Here are the juice and coffee specifications. Pitchers are in the cabinets, frozen juice is in the freezer, and the coffee bag is next to the coffee maker on that rolling table. Start the controlled coffee experiment according to the specs and use the blender to make the juice according to the procedures on the juice packages.” Jesus Christ, was this the only way to communicate with this dork? I mean, I already admitted I’m a geek, but this guy is a total dork.
Chris and I exchanged conspiratorial eye rolls. I said, “I can handle the quiches and the potatoes if you and two others can set the table.
Chris nodded. “I already picked up the table service instructions. I used to be a waiter.”
I saw a chef’s hat in the corner and donned it. The missing panty-clad boys arrived in a rush. I noticed that half of us had black panties, the others, like me, white. I didn’t know what it meant, but something to pit us against each other, I figured. I whispered to Chris, “Give me one assistant to help that doofus over there. Sort for common sense, not intelligence.”
“Check.”
Chris left me a guy I didn’t know, and I told him to help the dork with the beverages. His name was John and I learned the dork was called Henry.
I whipped up the egg batter and mixed it with the ingredients listed for each of seven quiches. Into the oven with them - the sorority had restaurant grade appliances. Pre-thawed hash browns were no problem ‘cause the middle of the range was a griddle. As I waited for the quiche to bake, I took some juice from Chris and Henry, who were busy with the blender, making the different juices.
The east Asian woman beckoned me to come to her. “Yes, Mistress?” I said.
She grasped my cock and fondled it through my panties. My balls immediately ached, but the penis thickened and lengthened. “When do you start the potatoes?” she asked incongruously.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. “Seven minutes, Mistress.”
“Good, then you’re mine for those seven minutes.” She tugged my panties below my balls and held my tender seeds in one hand. “I bet these are very painful,” she said, giving them a little squeeze.
“Ohhhh, yes indeed, Mistress.” I could do nothing but grunt.
“My name is Marci. You’re competent in the kitchen, number 10.” Mercifully, she began stroking me, leaving my poor balls alone.
Marci favored me with a sardonic, teasing look, saying no more as she stroked me to the brink, then released me. She turned me around and smacked my exposed bum several times with her hand, then said, “Run along to your cooking duties.”
Soon, the hash browns lay on two platters with the cooling quiches on a wheeled cart. I pushed it into the dining room, while Henry and John followed with the beverages on a similar cart. Chris and crew had laid the table nicely. A couple of card tables were placed against the foot of the big table. We supplicants were to sit there. The women, chatting among themselves, some with their arms around each others’ waists, drifted in, going immediately to the juice and coffee, then taking their seats.
Dorothea entered last and took her seat at the far end of the table. The other women sat, and had us serve them round the table. Again, we were forbidden to speak without permission. When the ladies were all served, we served ourselves and ate - with several interruptions to fulfill the ladies’ requests. The women did not talk with us at all, nor did they mention the events of the previous evening. They talked about school, clothes, one woman’s broken down car, and the like.
As the plates cleared and conversation lagged a bit, Dorothea rose and addressed us all. “This year’s Theta Delta Kappa Annual Supplicant Elimination Heat Three is now in session.” All the woman gave us knowing, teasing looks. We were in for it in some way I couldn’t anticipate. “Veronica has distributed the assignments, so you all know where to go. Find your boys and take them to the trial chambers.”
To my great joy, Veronica approached me. “Number 10, come with me,” she said simply, turning and walking away. She wore a tight green skirt with a slit in the back, a low-cut white blouse which didn’t do much to conceal the lacy black bra beneath. She had large breasts, pushed up and rounded. Seamed stockings led me up the stairs, affording me glimpse of her bare thighs above the stocking welts. Several others climbed next to us.
Veronica led me to the third floor and into a bedroom, where Marci awaited us with Henry. So I’d go through the final trial with the dork. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. I had no clue what this trial was supposed to test. I felt quite apprehensive. This was it, win or lose and I definitely wanted to win!
There were two chairs at the facing the foot of the bed. Henry was in one, and, at a gesture from Veronica, I sat in the other.
Sofia came in, carrying a clipboard. “I’m Sofia, and I’m your judge for this heat, numbers 10 and 14. Marci and Veronica will provide some of the stimulation. I know you two are eager to get started, so go ahead,” she said to the women, who held hands.
To my great joy, they both shed their blouses and skirts! They got on the bed, Veronica with her breasts threatening to pop out of her bra. Her garter belt and panties matched the bra. Marci wore a transparent bra, revealing her dark, puckered nipples. She had panty hose on her legs and a white thong covered her sex. The pair embraced and kissed each other. Henry and I, rooted to our chairs, stared at the developing erotic display. Marci gently fondled Veronica’s bust, and even licked the upper slopes.
Sofia’s voice distracted me. “This trial is not about orgasm control, but has an aspect of orgasm control. The first of you to cum loses. The only rule is you’re not allowed to touch yourself or the lovers on the bed. Begin.”
My eyebrows shot up. If I couldn’t...then....ugh! I was sure I’d figured it right. I glanced at Henry. His eyes were glued to the embracing women on the bed. With a big gulp, and a glance at Sofia’s knowing expression, I knelt in front of Henry and slid my hand up his thigh, grasping his penis through is his panties.
“Hey, you faggot. Leave me alone. I want to watch.” He brushed at me with his hands.
Sofia laughed, but said, “Number 14! You must allow him access or you’re disqualified. “
“Huh?”
“Silly boy, don’t you know how to follow directions?”
I didn’t waste any time, but got my hand inside his panties and gave his cock a squeeze.
Sofia continued, “You can’t touch yourself or the women. That leaves each other. If you pull away from him or prevent his access to your cock, you’re disqualified and lose.”
Henry was too flabbergasted to object as I gave him real strokes. He was just short of being fully erect, while I remained limp. I tugged his panties aside and licked the tip as I pumped the shaft.
Henry finally got it. “Well, he’s gotta let me at his thing, too. It’s only fair,” he pouted.
I grasped his hips, encouraging him off the chair as my mouth claimed his cockhead.
“Oh, yuck, but I gotta do it,” he said, sliding to the floor.
I made sure his cock never left my mouth as I reversed, presenting my hips to my rival. I sure didn’t want to do this. This wasn’t how I imagined my first ever blowjob would be! On the other hand, I wasn’t grossed out. The actual sensation of a cock in my mouth wasn’t bad. I could see how the woman in porn videos I’d seen could get into it. I bobbed my head, maintaining suction, stroking it near his body when my mouth was up at the tip. I closed my eyes.
Henry had pulled my thong to one side and grasped my cock. He stroked it with a very loose grip. To my relief, it was still soft, but unfortunately it responded and began to grow. I concentrated on making his cock feel really good.
“Look at the little cocksuckers, Marci,” I heard Veronica say.
“Isn’t it sweet how they’ll do such a forbidden act just for a chance to maybe fuck some of us?”
I opened my eyes. The two beauties grinned at us from the foot of the bed.
“Boys are so silly. They’ll do anything for sex, as these two prove right now.”
I couldn’t argue with that from my position. By now, Henry had worked my cock to full erection and pistoned his head like a pro, just like me. My advantage was over. Was it enough? I tightened the grip of my lips and licked his frenulum frantically. I concentrated on the sensations of his cock in my mouth to distract me from how good he was making me feel.
“I think the boys like sucking cock. Look at them go,” said Marci.
Henry grunted, “No, no!”
“Silly boy, you don’t have to do this. You can quit any time, but you’ll never fuck me if you do.”
Suddenly, Henry’s hips flexed. His deep groan of protest, muffled by my cock, sounded his despair. He thrashed about, wanting to withdraw, but unwilling to lose that way. His grunts took on a desperate character. He sucked my cock so hard it hurt, deflating me a bit.
I kept on doing what worked.
Marci and Veronica were merciless.
“Look, Marci, he’s going to cum. It will feel soo good to cum, but he’ll lose everything.”
“Yes, he likes his cock being sucked by a guy more than fucking us. What a loser!
“You, 10, when he squirts, savor your victory. Don’t swallow it, keep it.”
Henry’s desperate thrashing and grunts reached a crescendo. “Here it comes,” called Veronica gleefully.
She was right. I felt the spurt of warm fluid, slightly bitter and salty, filling my mouth. I clamped his ass to me, determined to get it all.
Utterly disgusted with himself, Henry let my cock fall from his lips. “Shit! Shit Shit!” he screamed as the last spasms jerked his cock in my mouth. It began to go limp immediately, so I let it go.
Veronica said, “Show him your victory boy, show it to him.”
I opened my mouth with the cum on my tongue. I’m sure Henry didn’t want to, but he stole a glance and burst into tears. He stumbled from the room.
The woman clapped and asked me to show my victory cum to them. Then they told me to swallow it.
I did so, with a great deal of reluctance, which I made sure they didn’t see. “Ah, the tangy taste of victory,” I said with a smile. I climbed back to one of the chairs. “Wow, that was an amazing ordeal. And I actually made it, I finally won. I get to serve all you beautiful ladies. My ass hurts, my balls till ache, but I feel so happy! Thank you all!” My widest grin split my face.
Marci said, “That happiness is what you feel when you obey and serve women. This experience of being in the Auxiliary will change your life forever.”
The woman clapped and Sofia gave me a drink of water. “Congratulations, Number 10. You’re a winner. You showed excellent control and grasp of the situation all along. It was so funny when silly Number 14 didn’t get it.” We all laughed at the memory.
“I’m supposed to be the judge, but I couldn’t help laughing when he called you a faggot and tried to shoo you away.”
“He’s watching two women make love and he calls me a faggot?”
“He looked so funny, rolling his eyes, trying to figure it out.”
When we finished castigating and laughing at my rival, Sofia teased me. “Your name is Jerry, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I bet after all the times you’ve gotten hard and what with that raging case of blue balls, you’re ready to blow your big wad and enjoy it right? With no penalty?”
“Gee, I thought you never let guys cum around here. Thought it was against the rules.”
“Well, good, obedient boys can cum when they have permission and you do as a winner. You even have a choice how you cum. Marci and Veronica are lovers for real and this is their room. They sleep and do all sorts of other stuff on this bed. One way you can cum is to ask them politely to pick up where they left off so you can watch. You can’t touch, you can’t say anything, but you can get close and look while you play with yourself to your prick’s content.
“The other way you can cum is to sit in the chair and I’ll give you a blowjob. All the guys I’ve sucked said I give very, very good blowjobs.”
I arched one eyebrow. “Can’t you give me the blowjob while I watch you two beauties have at it?”
“We could, but that’s not the rule.”
Wow, this was a real poser. I’d always fantasized about seeing two woman get it on, but I’d never even had a blowjob except from Henry. Yuch.
“I’ll take the blowjob. I wanted one from a woman for so long, and after what I just went through...And thank you both for the offer,” I said to Veronica and Marci. They just smiled and told me to enjoy myself.
Sofia knelt in front of me and pumped me up with her hand. Then, with a grin, she licked the tip and took it in her mouth. She ran her tongue all over my tip, then suddenly took my shaft as far as she could and started vigorously bobbing her head.
I groaned and rolled my head from side to side. She made me feel so good! When she slowed down, that felt good, too.
Then she stopped sucking me.
“Do you two want a taste? I’m not selfish.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” said Marci, taking Sofia’s place.
“Oh, my God,” I groaned as a second woman pleasured my cock. “Ah, oh, ah.”
Soon, Veronica took her place. My cock felt like it was twice its size, my head tingled, and the blue balls ached like never before. She favored me with a grin. “You can look but not touch,” she said. With that, she rolled my cock all over her exposed upper breastslopes. My cock felt my first tit!
“Oh, I’m sooo lucky! Veronica, that’s sooo nice!” Then I felt in irresistable surge. My balls felt like they’d burst. “I’m gonna cum!”
Veronica took me in her mouth fast and sucked me really hard!
“Aaaaahhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhh!” A wordless bellow accompanied my hot cum. My head rolled from side to side and my balls truly did feel like they burst. Spurt after spurt filled Veronica’s mouth.
Finally, I collapsed, gasping, drained. I discovered my balls didn’t hurt nearly so much.
The women clapped and laughed. “Show us the victory cum!” demanded Sofia and Marci.
Through half-lidded eyes, I saw my cum all over Veronica’s tongue and some even dribbled down her chin. To my astonishment, she kissed Marci and transferred some of the cum to her lover.
“I want some, too,” chimed in Sofia. Marci shared with her. They all swallowed.
I thanked them profusely. When I tried to stand, I was so weak, Veronica had to support me for my first few steps. I adjusted my panties and we went downstairs. Some of the living room furniture had been moved, and all the woman sat around the room. The other two winners were Chris and Zach, grinning like me. “We made it,” I said.
I gasped. No one had ever held my penis before. It felt sooo good! It expanded and thickened instantly. Dorothea stroked it and ran her thumb over the tip. “Ohhh,” I groaned. Dorothea’s minidress was very low cut, affording me an exciting view down her cleavage. A necklace supported a colorful metal butterfly in her cleavage. I couldn’t take my eyes from the sight. Dorothea gripped me rather tightly and stroked me very slowly. My breathing was deep and I made a conscious effort to slow it down. “Oh, that feels good, Mistress, thank you.”
“Do you run your thumb over the tip of your cock like this when you play with yourself, boy?” Dorothea asked.
“Yes, Mistress, I do.”
“Does it feel better when I do it for you or when you do it yourself?” Dorothea’s tone had a teasing, condescending lilt that enhanced the erotic effect of her actions and questions.
“It feels a lot better when you do it, Mistress. A whole lot better. Ohhh, ahhh. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Are you close to cumming, boy?”
“No, Mistress, but you sure make me feel very, very good.”
“Why, here’s your first drip of precum, the signal for your first spanking. Lie here over my thighs,” she said, pointing to her lap. Her skirt separated over her thighs, showing the lacy tops of her stockings. I stared at the sexy sight. I felt truly frightened, certain my practice spankings would be nothing like the reality. With a gulp, I lowered myself, gripping the chair leg to prevent me from trying to protect myself. Despite my anxiety, my cock was still fully aroused and I found the weave of Dorothea’s nylon against my tip exciting.
Dorothea rubbed my cheeks with her hand for a while, which felt very good. Then, pop, pop, pop, pop, she started smacking me, alternating cheeks. She wasn’t even going fast. It felt kinda good at first, much to my surprise, like a hard massage. I heard some spanks from the other side of the room. Dorothea gradually made the spanking harder and faster, but it still wasn’t as hard as I’d given myself in training. Smack, smack, smack, smack. She kept alternating cheeks and soon, it began to hurt. By now, the room was filled with slapping sounds. I started a bouncing motion on her lap. To my surprise, I was still partially erect. I concentrated on how nice Dorothea’s legs felt against my cock and it distracted me from the pain - and stiffened me up again. I wouldn’t have said the spanking felt good, but I didn’t mind it. The thought that I sometime might be selected to have sex with these woman was a tremendous incentive.
“Stand up, boy,” commanded Dorothea. She handed me my sports bottle.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said as I obeyed. I drank and returned the bottle to the floor. I heard the other boys in our group getting their bottoms being smacked. My eyes went back and forth between Dorothea’s expansive cleavage and her firm thighs.
“Well, you’re still stiff,” Dorothea said as she grasped me again. “That means you must like being spanked by a woman. What a good boy you are, number 10.”
“Thank you, Mistress. Uhhh, uhhhh.” The stroking felt much better than before. I thrust my hips in time with her motion, then, with an effort forced myself to stop. I figured that motion would no way help me maintain control.
Dorothea continued questioning me with that seductive, condescending voice. “Has this penis ever explored the depths of a woman’s sex?”
“No, Mistress, I am a virgin, a very curious and eager virgin.” Rising pleasure elicited a series of gasps.
“Very good, boy, you won’t have so much to unlearn. So many males think their pleasure is important, but it’s not. We’ll teach you the art of pleasing a woman, and your own sexual pleasure will follow - sometimes. Does that appeal to you, boy?
“Yes, Mistress, all of it, your pleasure first,” I managed to gasp. I’d learned well from my week of cramming.
“Here’s more of your precum. I’m going to keep stimulating you. Have other women played with this penis or am I the first?”
“You’re the first, Mistress,” (My voice rose with each word, expressing the degree of pleasure I felt.) and it feels sooo goood!”
“I like it when you’re loud, boy. Does that mean that you’re close to cumming?”
“No, Mistress, I’m not, but it means it feels so good when you touch me there. Oh, oh....”
At that moment we were interrupted by a wail of despair. “No, no, I don’t want to! No! I can’t...oh, oh, oh.” The heartfelt cries ended in sobs.
“Loser blew his wad, loser blew his wad,” all the woman chanted together. Dorothea did not miss a stroke. I heard a few loud smacks from various corners of the room. Cries of “Ouch” and the like filled the air. I felt glad. I only had to outlast four more rivals.
“You’re one step closer to winning, boy. Now don’t follow his example and cum! In a moment, I’m going take you back over my knee and paddle you. That will hurt a lot more than the handspanking. But if you take your paddling well and maintain your nice stiff erection, I’ll give you a reward. Now get over my thighs.”
With a deep breath, I lay across her lap, my stiff, dripping cock pressed against her. I wondered what the reward might be. The sight of her breasts or panties? To touch...”Ow!” I gasped as the first blow landed. That paddle really stung!
“Take it, boy, take it. A good paddling is just what a boy needs.”
Dorothea really wailed into me. I couldn’t help but cry out as each smarting blow landed. “Ow! Ouch! Oooohhh!” I bounced up and down, nearly forgetting about the reward. I concentrated on doing Kegels as I jounced about on her lap. Dimly, I heard other boys’ cries, similar to mine. The main sound, though, was the crack of paddles on buttocks.
One boy’s voice rose above all the sounds in an agonized shriek. “Stop, you sadistic fucking bitches. Fuck you! Stop! I don’t want to be around you fucking assholes!” With my head down, I couldn’t tell what happened, but after a few seconds I heard the women’s taunting refrain, “Can’t take the paddle, can’t take the paddle!”
Dorothea never slowed or seemed distracted by the commotion. I gritted my teeth, determined to hang on. I gripped the chair legs tighter when I realized one hand had released and moved toward my buttocks. I remembered my possible reward and made sure to rub my cock on Dorothea’s nylon-sheathed thighs and to keep going with the Kegels, though I was in a lot of pain. “Oh, Dorothea, this hurts a lot!, “I shouted. “A lot!”
“Of course it does, boy. I love hurting boys and I know how much good it does you. Get ready, I’m going to really teach you a lesson with the paddle now.”
My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. She had more in store for me? She sure did, both force and speed. “Ahhhhhhoooohhhhh,” I cried, beyond words as she slapped my inflamed bumcheeks again and again. I kicked my legs in a fruitless attempt to dispel the pain. I kept tightening my Kegels and rubbing myself on my punisher, desperately trying to make the pleasure in my cock overcome the pain in my ass. Suddenly, Dorothea dropped the paddle. I heard it thump on the floor.
“Stand up, boy,” she commanded. Again, she handed me the water bottle.
I stood up with alacrity, glad this part of the ordeal was over. Unless I missed something, only two boys had flunked out of submissive school. I looked down at my penis, noting that it was partly erect, well above the horizontal, but not taut against my stomach as it sometimes gets. I kept up the Kegels, making it twitch. I hoped desperately that it pleased Dorothea. I noted that substantially fewer pops and variations on “Ouch” filled the air.
Dorothea peered at my penis, bending forward to get close. “Well, boy, you’re not fully rampant. However, you are well above the horizontal and twitching.” She took it in her hand, squeezing and stroking my sensitive cock.
“Oh, Mistress, that feels sooo good after that hard paddling! Thank you sooo much, Mistress.” I meant it, too. Her manipulation of my cock nearly completely distracted me from the raging pain in my bum.
“Boy, you are erect enough to earn your reward. As a very special boon, you may rub your bumcheeks for 20 seconds to feel how warm I made them. I hope you’re proud, for you took a very hard paddling for your first one. At least I assume it was the first. Am I right?”
By this time, I was fully erect, sensitive and responsive. I felt my warm cheeks. They stung like I’d sat on a beehive. “You’re right, Mistress, that was my first paddling and I won’t mind if it’s my last, though I hope you enjoyed it, Mistress.”
“Do you like the warmth in your red bumcheeks? They’re all rosy and very pretty. You should be proud.”
“Yes, Mistress, my cheeks are very warm, thank you. And thank you for allowing me to feel them.” Actually, I was disappointed. I’d hoped to see or touch her beautiful body. Still, my hands on my butt felt soothing.
“Time’s up, take your hands off your ass.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I dropped my hands to my side. Dorothea’s touch on my cock loosened and her pace slowed a bit. For some reason, that was more stimulating than any other technique she’d used before. “Unhhh, unhhh,” I grunted, my hips slowly thrusting back and forth.
Then, over the few paddling smacks and cries, and the groans of boys trying desperately to hold in their seed, came the derisive voice of a woman, possibly Daniela. “You sniveling wimp, get your limp dick, your red ass, and the sorry rest of you out of here. Can’t get it up!”
Immediately, all the women chanted, “Can’t get it up, can’t get it up!”
Dorothea gently rolled my tip with her thumb and forefinger, for the time being not stroking me. I bit my lower lip and took several deep breaths, renewing my determination to retain my jism. Perhaps as few as two boys needed to fail before I could be a winner. “Oh, Mistress, that feels so very, very good. Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re doing very well, boy. Have you ever been close to cumming in any of your trials here today?”
“No, Mistress, not yet. And thank you so much for the compliment. Unhh, unhh.” I grunted as Dorothea resumed full strokes to my oversensitive cock.
Screams of males in pain filled the room from a few of the groups, giving me an idea of what was to come.
“Then you haven’t had a real test, almost like you taking a junior high math test. You tell me when you’re right at the edge of cumming and I’ll administer a real test - ten more strokes before I crop you.”
At that moment, one of the mistresses called out, “Blue balls, blue balls!”
“Y..yes, M...M...Mistress,” I stammered, truly afraid she’d make me lose. She gripped me tighter and stoked very fast, up at the tip only. It felt fantastic and in less than a minute I gasped, “Ready! Oh, my God, oh my God!”
Dorothea immediately loosened her grip and stroked the whole shaft very slowly, not neglecting my throbbing cockhead. “Ten....nine....eight....seven....six....halfway....”
I held my breath and tightened my muscles. A mighty effort kept my hips still. My scalp and face tingled. “Arrrrgghhhhh!”
“Four....almost....two....o..n..e.” True to her word, she let go. “Congratulations, boy.” She gave me her TCD and that nearly drove me over the edge as well.
For a few seconds, all I could do was gasp. I held still, not moving a muscle except my diaphragm. I knew if i twitched at all, I’d spray and lose everything. Finally, the desperate need to release my load subsided. “Oh, Mistress, thank you so much. I never felt anything like that. It was incredible. Thank you, thank you.”
Dorothea cupped my balls, which had a dull ache. “Do your sensitive little balls hurt, boy?”
“Yes, Mistress, they do. There’s so much cum aching to come out. But I won’t let it so I can serve you.”
With a smile, Dorothea called out, “Blue balls, blue balls!” Other members repeated the refrain. Then she addressed me. “Are you ready for ten more strokes before your caning?”
“I hope so, Mistress, since I would never ask you not to.”
“Good answer!” She gripped me again and pumped me, saying, “The cane will give you real pain. Same deal, a reward if you stay stiff. Back on my lap, quick.”
Taking a deep breath, frightened anew, I bent over her lap and grasped the legs. The screams and shrieks of the other boys being caned told me I was due for something very painful. Crack! “Yow!” I screamed.
This pain, sharp and concentrated across both cheeks at once, stung like the Dickens and seared like a branding iron. One hand involuntarily released from the chair. Nearly panicking, I replaced it and gripped tightly.
I felt the cane lightly tapping on my butt, then whoosh, crack again! Another scream. Again, the tapping on my sore cheeks. I felt Dorothea move and my cock, only barely stiff, slid between her legs. She then tightened her legs on my cock. That felt good! My cock was within inches of her pussy and between her legs. I started pumping my hips, loving the feel of her upper thighs against my organ. Whoosh, crack, scream again. I tried to focus on my cock and its exciting position, but the searing pain sure interfered. Again and again she lashed me. As the ordeal continued, I sobbed continually, punctuated by a shriek after each cane strike.
Dorothea’s voice came in my ear. “Take a moment to recover and stand up, boy,” she whispered.
I lay on her, reflexively twitching my hips. After a moment, I recovered enough to remember to flex my PC muscle. With most of my breath recovered, I slowly arose, a shaky smile on my lips as I looked at Dorothea, who handed me the water bottle with a sympathetic look. “Take a big drink, boy. You need it.”
I sucked at the straw eagerly. A few males were still getting cropped, evidenced by their screams. My cock responded again to Dorothea’s renewed fondling. She was gentle at first.
A voice suddenly rose above the others. “Stop, stop, 9...911! I don’t care, I can’t stand it!” Sobbing and wailing of remorse followed this outburst. For the first time, I paid attention to the rest of the room. The guy stumbling toward the door was the taller guy who’d been teased with me.
“Can’t take the cane, can’t take the cane,” chanted the woman. A voice called, “All right, applicants. Only one more loser to go. Who will be the last to lose his chance for sex with all us woman?”
Dorothea, as always, kept to the business at hand, and I felt a surge of pleasure as I became rampant.
“You weren’t very stiff after your caning, but you were above horizontal and responded beautifully to my holding you. You have earned your reward, you fortunate boy. I just hope it doesn’t seal your fate. Now watch.” With a wicked smile, she craned her neck and body, opened her mouth and took my cockhead into her! Was she really going to suck me? My cock surged near to orgasm and I started hyperventilating with fear. He lips were drawn back and I felt her teeth on my tender cockhead. Would she bite? Her tongue rasped my frenulum and I gasped in fear. I was so close to cumming!
With a cruel laugh, Dorothea withdrew her mouth. I held stock still, hoping the surging cum in my shaft would subside. Slowly, it did. “Thank you, Mistress, thank you.” I was truly grateful, but whether more for her taking me in her mouth than for her withdrawal, I couldn’t be sure.
Groans and grunts of male pleasure and effort filled the air, interspersed with quiet conversation. Evidently all the surviving supplicants had taken their canings. Only seven remained, all determined not to be the last to lose out on the opportunity of a lifetime. The judges and Tormentresses and other members circulated among the remaining groups, making quiet comments and pointing or laughing, but not interfering.
Dorothea gave me no rest, but resumed jerking me. “Tell me when you’re at the edge, then fifteen strokes before a very difficult test I invented myself,” she said with another of her evil grins.
I was frightened and excited at once. In less than a minute, my eager cum rose again. I panted, “I’m there, Mistress. Oh, my balls ache!” my voice high-pitched with fear. Surely I couldn’t be the loser?
Dorothea didn’t count, but stroked me, a bit faster than in my previous test, one stroke per word. “You impressed me, boy. I won’t go easy on you, but I want you to win.” She then let go of my penis.
I stood there panting, waiting for yet another raging desire to cum to pass. As it finally did, I gasped, “Thank you, Mistress, thank you.” I felt weak, though my cock, now twitching, remained fully erect and my sore balls throbbed. I accepted the water Dorothea offered.
“Lie on your back with your knees up, boy,” Dorothea commanded.
I was glad it was a clean, shag carpet. I looked up, knowing I’d see way up Dorothea’s skirt if she stood. To my surprise and delight, she straddled me, right over my face. She wasn’t wearing any panties! I saw my first pussy, all wet with some fluid evident on her upper thighs. Her round ass jutted beautifully.
She lowered herself, leaning forward to put her arms under my knees. Pressing my thighs against her, she rocked back, rolling my ass off the floor and dropping her warm, wet pussy right on my face! “Lick my cunt, boy,” she cried. She released my right thigh and soon brought the crop painfully across my exposed ass. Her other hand found my cock and squeezed it.
But these sensations paled to my first smell and taste of pussy. The scent alone made my cock twitch, and the taste! Unlike anything I’d imagined. Obediently, I started licking, more excited by her incredible pussy than hurt by the cane.
Dorothea pushed her hips down on me, pressing so hard sometimes it was hard to breathe. Despite the pain, the stimulation of my cock, and the heady aroma and taste of my first ever pussy, I was frightened. My cock was near the edge and I didn't know the first thing about cunnilingus except the name. I opened my mouth and my tongue found the slit and Dorothea said, “That’s it boy, lick me, lick my cuntlips. Lick my clit.”
I’d read about the clit and seen pictures and videos. Up near the top...of her. My tongue found something hard. I licked and sucked it.
“Yes, that’s it, that’s it. Good boy. Keep licking me. Make me cum. Don’t you dare cum! I am woman! I cum and cum and cum! You are male. You serve woman. Lick my clit!” All the while, she spasmodically struck me with the crop, nowhere near as hard as before, and continued her backhanded jerk off.
I could hardly believe this was happening to nerdy old me. All the sensations made my cock boil. Me! Pleasuring this beautiful, sexually sophisticated beauty enough to make her cum! I was so close myself I felt panic rising in me as I tried to clamp down on my insistent penis.
“Yes, I’m cumming. Cumming!” cried out Dorothea above me, grinding her hips into my face almost painfully.
I kept licking, sooo close to cumming myself!
“No, no, I don’t want to! Ohhhh, wahh,” came an anguished cry that suddenly switched to a bellow of deep pain.
A woman called, “Winners! Stop!”
Dorothea, still orgasming, literally jumped off me, withdrawing all stimulation. I lay on the floor gasping, too concerned not to cum even then to savor my victory.
Dorothea, fingering herself shamelessly, addressed me, panting. “Don’t you dare cum now, boy. You need your full load of seed for the final heat.”
Oh, my God! Another ordeal. I was really spent, but I’d give it my all. I slowly recovered my breath. My nostrils thrilled to the remaining pussysmell on my face.
I slowly got up and kinda crawled into my chair, settling on it very gingerly, wanting the support despite the pain. Dorothea, no longer masturbating, wore a self-satisfied smirk as she pulled her clothing together, spreading her skirt to adjust her stocking and garter strap, a process I watched with great interest.
I took a deep draught from my bottle and then it hit me. I had survived the very harrowing second round. Only six of us left. I started to grin, but I also experienced trepidation. Was the third round to follow the other two immediately?
I looked around the room. Five other exhausted-looking naked boys slumped in their chairs, much as I did. Chris and Zach were among the finalists. The women talked among themselves quietly.
Dorothea stood where we all could see her and addressed us. “First of all, congratulations to our six finalists!” All the women clapped, some whistled. We boys joined in. When the applause subsided, she announced, “I’m sure all you boys will be glad to learn there are no more heats involving pain. For many, if not all, of you, this was your first experience of a female dominant adult sexual spanking. All of you have done very well in showing orgasm control and acceptance of pain. You’ll also be glad to learn that the next, final elimination heat takes place here, tomorrow. You are all our invited guests except you may not leave without forfeiting your chance to win.” This qualification met with general laughter, some nervous laughter on the part of the supplicants. “If any of you need to communicate with someone, we’ll accommodate this reasonable request. Ask any member and she’ll gladly assist you.
“For the rest of the evening, we’ll enjoy light refreshments and a social time. You boys will serve us and remain naked. Unless given permission to do so, you must not touch your penises. You’ll be escorted to washrooms where you may freshen up, but don’t expect privacy. After that, you’ll be shown to the kitchen to begin serving us. This year’s Theta Delta Kappa Annual Supplicant Elimination Heats One and Two is hereby adjourned. Meaning when the boys serve us, we can all have a much-deserved drink.”
The Freshwomen escorted us to the two upstairs washrooms, rather large rooms with two toilets, tubs, and showers, as well as three sinks and large mirrors. We got our first looks at each others’ red and striped bumcheeks and commented on how much pain we’d taken. We all craned about to see our own wounds in the mirrors. It felt good to pee, to wash my face. I even, with permission stepped in the shower, quickly learning that a washcloth soothed my poor bum much more than a spray of hot water!
Samantha joined me on the stairs back down. “Jerry, I’m so glad you’re one of the finalists.”
“Me, too,” I said with a grin. “It would really suck to be one of the last ones to fall - all that pain and frustration and no reward.”
“We like it that way. It’s good for you boys to be hurt and frustrated.”
We reached the kitchen and found trays of food in the refrigerator, bottles of champagne, fruit juice, ice and buckets, trays to carry glasses and a supply of cocktail napkins. We boys carried these items to the large dining room, placing them on the table around which sat the beautiful, provocatively dressed women. We were told to stand behind our Tormentresses, to ask her permission to get any food or drink, that no reasonable request would be denied, and that otherwise we must ask permission to speak unless directly addressed by a member. Dorothea also told us, “Boys, since you have all shown such good orgasm control, you have permission to play with yourselves provided you do not ejaculate. You may start or stop any time you wish. Raise your hand if you have painful, blue balls.”
All finalists raised their hands.
“Good! As I expected. Then your balls will hurt more as you play with yourselves, which is very good for you and demonstrates your submission to us. I hope you will avail yourselves of the privilege, though you are free not to do so with no penalty. You don’t have to ask permission for sub-verbal expressions of pleasure.”
I know a hint when I hear one, and besides, I missed the stimulation. My bum tingled, and I had to admit it felt good at this stage. In fact, I felt like I was high on something. I gingerly fondled my tip between my thumb and forefinger. That felt good, so I began gentle, slow strokes. Chris and one of the other guys followed my example pretty soon. Dorothea was correct, my balls ached more.
The gorgeous redhead, whose name, evidently, was Veronica, got things started by stating the numbers of the failed supplicants in the order in which they failed. Tormentresses recounted each failure to much ridicule and laughter. I sure felt glad that nothing like that could be said about me. Dorothea quietly told me to pour her and the women on either side some champagne and to take a glass myself if I wished. Listening to the conversation for clues about the sorority, I obeyed and asked permission to take a plate of food. This was granted by a nod from the regal Dorothea. Soon, I stood back, placing my champagne flute on a windowsill behind me as I nibbled on crackers, cheese, and vegetables. When my champagne was gone, I began fondling myself again. By now, all finalists had taken the privilege, watched from time to time by the ladies. My cock was oversensitive and tingled, as did my face and even my shoulder. My balls ached with each stroke.
In between a couple of stories, Samantha called Chris and me to her. Still masturbating, as was Chris, I went over. Without interrupting the narrative, she whispered to us, “I want to see the fine cocks of the two boys I inducted.” We both treated her to a masturbatory display and she gave use each about 10 strokes, then sent us back to our Tormentresses.
“Tony, the silly boy who lost his temper, complained from the get-go. Once, he wondered out loud if the contest was rigged, said we all played favorites. I hit him pretty hard with the paddle and after a while I worked on one cheek. Do you think that might have sent him over the edge?” innocently asked the narrator, whose name was Doris.
In the midst of the laughter, Samantha said, “When I escorted him out, he threatened to call the cops.” All the woman laughed and laughed. I wondered why that was so funny.
I learned some rules, or rather guidelines, the Tormentresses followed. They deliberately complimented our cocks until we lost, then ridiculed us. Some members didn’t like this practice because they delighted in ridiculing men and their penises. My guess was right, if the three supplicants in one cohort during the first heat had all lasted a long time, they might have seen their cockteasers displaying wild, uninhibited Lesbian sex. In the second heat, Tormentresses brought the boys to their first emission of precum before beginning the handspanking. After that, she used her judgement and experience of men’s arousal state to decide how to proceed. A minimum of 8 cane strokes was required, with a max of 12. For anyone who survived the caning, the Tormentress was free to use any technique and could, if she wished, reveal her attitude toward the supplicant’s failure or success. I never got a clue how all the judges notes were to be used.
Kari, an exotic-looking brunette whose olive skin lent her a middle eastern appearance, described the downfall of the last supplicant, the one who’d given the rest of us our victory.
“I didn’t like him, plain and simple. He bragged! Talk about not getting the picture.” Everyone laughed and someone asked what he bragged about.
“Oh, he knew the other survivor in the first heat was about to cum, but he was just getting started. I admit he had a good thick cock, a bit short. Like many males, he was so vain about it. He had masturbated for three hours just last week. He had a high pain tolerance, blah, blah, blah. But he still squirmed on my knee, kicking and waving his arms, shouting about how much it hurt - during the handspanking! Then, he actually grinned at me and asked how I liked feeling his prick. Asked if we could go somewhere and fuck. Instead, i started his paddling. He found the strength to go on, somehow. I didn’t think he would. In the next handjob round, he grunted and groaned, thrust his hips and positively dripped precum. I used it like lube. But when he said, ‘I’m doing good. I’m gonna win,’ I got disgusted and decided to cane him. He screamed throughout the whole thing, the wimp. So I gave him the full 12 strokes, hoping he’d flunk, but he didn’t. When he caught his breath, he said, ‘Damn, I’m good! I’m a winner for sure.’
“I looked him right in the eye and said, ‘You are an arrogant prick. I hope you are the last loser and since I get to pick your next trial, I’m going to give you the best blowjob you’ll ever get - but you can’t cum.’” Her voice assumed the teasing lilt all the women used. “And I knew he’d never had a blowjob. Talk about an uneven contest!”
Everyone laughed, including all us finalists.
Kari went on. “So I licked him and sucked on his tip while he groaned and buckled his knees. I took as much of the shaft as was easy and deep-throated him. He was less than 6 inches, so I took it all. He started screaming ‘No, No,’ and all that other stuff and his salty jism poured into me, my victory, his loss! I dug my fingernails into his ass just before he started cumming. After the first big squirt, I rolled him to one side and bit him!”
Gales of laughter from the women, blanched looks from the boys.
The party broke up soon after that. Some of the woman seemed eager to go upstairs. Supervised by the Freshwomen, we cleaned up and were escorted to a surprisingly large room under the wide formal staircase. Six mattresses and a collection of bedclothes were available. We made our beds, and the ladies had us lie on their backs. Samantha had made sure Chris and I lay next to each other and knelt between us, her cleavage evident, her thighs spread wide, giving us views up her legs to her black lace panties. She grasped our cocks and stroked us both.
“I think of you both as my boys, the survivors of my inductees, and I hope you do very well tomorrow in the final. During the night, you are not allowed to touch yourself. You’ll be disqualified if you make yourself cum. A Freshwoman will always be awake in here to prevent any cheating. We’re on three hour shifts and at the shift changes, they’ll awaken you and masturbate you for a while to keep your balls nice and blue for tomorrow.
“This is fun,” she went on. “I’ve never given two handjobs at once. I’m going to go only until you give me some of your precum. If I’m not looking at you when it slips from the little slit in your cockhead, just say, ‘precum,’ and I’ll stop stimulating you and let you get some rest.”
Other women stimulated the other males. All through the room came more grunts and groans as frustrated males’ balls ached more and more. I sure added my groans. Chris’s and my announcements of “Precum” overlapped. Samantha wished us good night with a kiss on the lips.
My blue balls ached so much they made it hard to go to sleep then and both times we were aroused (in both senses) during the night.
Be darned if they didn’t wake us up with a fourth handjob in the morning! Again, we were escorted to the washrooms, showered, shaved with disposables the ladies thoughtfully provided.
As we left the washroom, we were met by one of the Freshwomen, a slender, trim east Asian woman who had awoken me to give me my morning hand job. Now, she handed me a pair of white, frilly, lace panties. “Put these on, boy,” she said in a no-nonsense voice.
Surprised, I arched my eyebrows. “Panties?”
“Panties.”
Well, I should have expected something like this. I’d read the word, feminization, but thought it was some fringe aspect of female domination. Now, I was confronted with at least some aspect of it.
Chagrined, I took the skimpy garment from her and stepped into it, drawing it up my legs and snugging it over my hips. A thong, it slid easily into the crack of my ass, a sensation I found uncomfortable. But the nylon on the front, containing my cock, felt erotic. To my embarrassment, I swiftly erected, filling the frilly garment until, to my great mortification, my aroused cockhead emerged above the constricting waistband like a curious prairie dog. “Oh,” I gasped, my hands moving to cover my shame.
“Hold still,” snapped the beautiful, diminutive Asian. I obeyed and her voice dropped several registers as she said, “I think it’s sweet that a pair of panties excites you.” She squeezed my cockhead.
“Uhhh,” I groaned, my balls aching anew. To my great surprise, she lifted up on tiptoe, put her hand around my neck and pulled me down and kissed my lips. “I’ll remember you, number 10. I love feminine males. Now run along to the kitchen and help prepare breakfast.”
Feminine male? Who does she think I am? Who does she think she is? I’m a red-blooded American het male who loves women and wants to fuck them. I wish I had fucked some women. I wish I would fuck some women. Why the fuck else am I submitting to all these painful and humiliating indignities? To get finally, righteously, fantastically fucked, that’s why!!!
In this resentful and confused mood I arrived in the kitchen. A menu and some instructions lay in a menu rack on the counter. Chris, wearing black lace panties and totally limp, had arrived earlier and assumed control. Sorta. One of the members sat at a table in the corner of the spacious kitchen. The Asian woman joined her, probably to ensure none of us surreptitiously came.
“Jerry, do you know anything about cooking? The other guy who got here early says he can’t fry an egg.” He indicated a boy in black panties with frills across the ass. I know, because he was reaching up to a cabinet.
“Wait a sec, Chris,” I said, glancing at the menu. Quiche. I should have known. But quiche was easy, the recipes detailed and clear. “Can you make coffee and serve juice?” I asked the other guy. “My name’s Jerry,” I added. “There are recipes.”
“Recipes?” he said, blinking.
“Think of it as a lab,” Chris suggested. I started to laugh, but suppressed it. “There are specific substances, procedures, measurements and times,” he went on.
“Oh, I can do that,” said our rival. “I’m David.”
“Glad to meet you, David,” I said. Yeah, right. “Here are the juice and coffee specifications. Pitchers are in the cabinets, frozen juice is in the freezer, and the coffee bag is next to the coffee maker on that rolling table. Start the controlled coffee experiment according to the specs and use the blender to make the juice according to the procedures on the juice packages.” Jesus Christ, was this the only way to communicate with this dork? I mean, I already admitted I’m a geek, but this guy is a total dork.
Chris and I exchanged conspiratorial eye rolls. I said, “I can handle the quiches and the potatoes if you and two others can set the table.
Chris nodded. “I already picked up the table service instructions. I used to be a waiter.”
I saw a chef’s hat in the corner and donned it. The missing panty-clad boys arrived in a rush. I noticed that half of us had black panties, the others, like me, white. I didn’t know what it meant, but something to pit us against each other, I figured. I whispered to Chris, “Give me one assistant to help that doofus over there. Sort for common sense, not intelligence.”
“Check.”
Chris left me a guy I didn’t know, and I told him to help the dork with the beverages. His name was John and I learned the dork was called Henry.
I whipped up the egg batter and mixed it with the ingredients listed for each of seven quiches. Into the oven with them - the sorority had restaurant grade appliances. Pre-thawed hash browns were no problem ‘cause the middle of the range was a griddle. As I waited for the quiche to bake, I took some juice from Chris and Henry, who were busy with the blender, making the different juices.
The east Asian woman beckoned me to come to her. “Yes, Mistress?” I said.
She grasped my cock and fondled it through my panties. My balls immediately ached, but the penis thickened and lengthened. “When do you start the potatoes?” she asked incongruously.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. “Seven minutes, Mistress.”
“Good, then you’re mine for those seven minutes.” She tugged my panties below my balls and held my tender seeds in one hand. “I bet these are very painful,” she said, giving them a little squeeze.
“Ohhhh, yes indeed, Mistress.” I could do nothing but grunt.
“My name is Marci. You’re competent in the kitchen, number 10.” Mercifully, she began stroking me, leaving my poor balls alone.
Marci favored me with a sardonic, teasing look, saying no more as she stroked me to the brink, then released me. She turned me around and smacked my exposed bum several times with her hand, then said, “Run along to your cooking duties.”
Soon, the hash browns lay on two platters with the cooling quiches on a wheeled cart. I pushed it into the dining room, while Henry and John followed with the beverages on a similar cart. Chris and crew had laid the table nicely. A couple of card tables were placed against the foot of the big table. We supplicants were to sit there. The women, chatting among themselves, some with their arms around each others’ waists, drifted in, going immediately to the juice and coffee, then taking their seats.
Dorothea entered last and took her seat at the far end of the table. The other women sat, and had us serve them round the table. Again, we were forbidden to speak without permission. When the ladies were all served, we served ourselves and ate - with several interruptions to fulfill the ladies’ requests. The women did not talk with us at all, nor did they mention the events of the previous evening. They talked about school, clothes, one woman’s broken down car, and the like.
As the plates cleared and conversation lagged a bit, Dorothea rose and addressed us all. “This year’s Theta Delta Kappa Annual Supplicant Elimination Heat Three is now in session.” All the woman gave us knowing, teasing looks. We were in for it in some way I couldn’t anticipate. “Veronica has distributed the assignments, so you all know where to go. Find your boys and take them to the trial chambers.”
To my great joy, Veronica approached me. “Number 10, come with me,” she said simply, turning and walking away. She wore a tight green skirt with a slit in the back, a low-cut white blouse which didn’t do much to conceal the lacy black bra beneath. She had large breasts, pushed up and rounded. Seamed stockings led me up the stairs, affording me glimpse of her bare thighs above the stocking welts. Several others climbed next to us.
Veronica led me to the third floor and into a bedroom, where Marci awaited us with Henry. So I’d go through the final trial with the dork. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. I had no clue what this trial was supposed to test. I felt quite apprehensive. This was it, win or lose and I definitely wanted to win!
There were two chairs at the facing the foot of the bed. Henry was in one, and, at a gesture from Veronica, I sat in the other.
Sofia came in, carrying a clipboard. “I’m Sofia, and I’m your judge for this heat, numbers 10 and 14. Marci and Veronica will provide some of the stimulation. I know you two are eager to get started, so go ahead,” she said to the women, who held hands.
To my great joy, they both shed their blouses and skirts! They got on the bed, Veronica with her breasts threatening to pop out of her bra. Her garter belt and panties matched the bra. Marci wore a transparent bra, revealing her dark, puckered nipples. She had panty hose on her legs and a white thong covered her sex. The pair embraced and kissed each other. Henry and I, rooted to our chairs, stared at the developing erotic display. Marci gently fondled Veronica’s bust, and even licked the upper slopes.
Sofia’s voice distracted me. “This trial is not about orgasm control, but has an aspect of orgasm control. The first of you to cum loses. The only rule is you’re not allowed to touch yourself or the lovers on the bed. Begin.”
My eyebrows shot up. If I couldn’t...then....ugh! I was sure I’d figured it right. I glanced at Henry. His eyes were glued to the embracing women on the bed. With a big gulp, and a glance at Sofia’s knowing expression, I knelt in front of Henry and slid my hand up his thigh, grasping his penis through is his panties.
“Hey, you faggot. Leave me alone. I want to watch.” He brushed at me with his hands.
Sofia laughed, but said, “Number 14! You must allow him access or you’re disqualified. “
“Huh?”
“Silly boy, don’t you know how to follow directions?”
I didn’t waste any time, but got my hand inside his panties and gave his cock a squeeze.
Sofia continued, “You can’t touch yourself or the women. That leaves each other. If you pull away from him or prevent his access to your cock, you’re disqualified and lose.”
Henry was too flabbergasted to object as I gave him real strokes. He was just short of being fully erect, while I remained limp. I tugged his panties aside and licked the tip as I pumped the shaft.
Henry finally got it. “Well, he’s gotta let me at his thing, too. It’s only fair,” he pouted.
I grasped his hips, encouraging him off the chair as my mouth claimed his cockhead.
“Oh, yuck, but I gotta do it,” he said, sliding to the floor.
I made sure his cock never left my mouth as I reversed, presenting my hips to my rival. I sure didn’t want to do this. This wasn’t how I imagined my first ever blowjob would be! On the other hand, I wasn’t grossed out. The actual sensation of a cock in my mouth wasn’t bad. I could see how the woman in porn videos I’d seen could get into it. I bobbed my head, maintaining suction, stroking it near his body when my mouth was up at the tip. I closed my eyes.
Henry had pulled my thong to one side and grasped my cock. He stroked it with a very loose grip. To my relief, it was still soft, but unfortunately it responded and began to grow. I concentrated on making his cock feel really good.
“Look at the little cocksuckers, Marci,” I heard Veronica say.
“Isn’t it sweet how they’ll do such a forbidden act just for a chance to maybe fuck some of us?”
I opened my eyes. The two beauties grinned at us from the foot of the bed.
“Boys are so silly. They’ll do anything for sex, as these two prove right now.”
I couldn’t argue with that from my position. By now, Henry had worked my cock to full erection and pistoned his head like a pro, just like me. My advantage was over. Was it enough? I tightened the grip of my lips and licked his frenulum frantically. I concentrated on the sensations of his cock in my mouth to distract me from how good he was making me feel.
“I think the boys like sucking cock. Look at them go,” said Marci.
Henry grunted, “No, no!”
“Silly boy, you don’t have to do this. You can quit any time, but you’ll never fuck me if you do.”
Suddenly, Henry’s hips flexed. His deep groan of protest, muffled by my cock, sounded his despair. He thrashed about, wanting to withdraw, but unwilling to lose that way. His grunts took on a desperate character. He sucked my cock so hard it hurt, deflating me a bit.
I kept on doing what worked.
Marci and Veronica were merciless.
“Look, Marci, he’s going to cum. It will feel soo good to cum, but he’ll lose everything.”
“Yes, he likes his cock being sucked by a guy more than fucking us. What a loser!
“You, 10, when he squirts, savor your victory. Don’t swallow it, keep it.”
Henry’s desperate thrashing and grunts reached a crescendo. “Here it comes,” called Veronica gleefully.
She was right. I felt the spurt of warm fluid, slightly bitter and salty, filling my mouth. I clamped his ass to me, determined to get it all.
Utterly disgusted with himself, Henry let my cock fall from his lips. “Shit! Shit Shit!” he screamed as the last spasms jerked his cock in my mouth. It began to go limp immediately, so I let it go.
Veronica said, “Show him your victory boy, show it to him.”
I opened my mouth with the cum on my tongue. I’m sure Henry didn’t want to, but he stole a glance and burst into tears. He stumbled from the room.
The woman clapped and asked me to show my victory cum to them. Then they told me to swallow it.
I did so, with a great deal of reluctance, which I made sure they didn’t see. “Ah, the tangy taste of victory,” I said with a smile. I climbed back to one of the chairs. “Wow, that was an amazing ordeal. And I actually made it, I finally won. I get to serve all you beautiful ladies. My ass hurts, my balls till ache, but I feel so happy! Thank you all!” My widest grin split my face.
Marci said, “That happiness is what you feel when you obey and serve women. This experience of being in the Auxiliary will change your life forever.”
The woman clapped and Sofia gave me a drink of water. “Congratulations, Number 10. You’re a winner. You showed excellent control and grasp of the situation all along. It was so funny when silly Number 14 didn’t get it.” We all laughed at the memory.
“I’m supposed to be the judge, but I couldn’t help laughing when he called you a faggot and tried to shoo you away.”
“He’s watching two women make love and he calls me a faggot?”
“He looked so funny, rolling his eyes, trying to figure it out.”
When we finished castigating and laughing at my rival, Sofia teased me. “Your name is Jerry, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I bet after all the times you’ve gotten hard and what with that raging case of blue balls, you’re ready to blow your big wad and enjoy it right? With no penalty?”
“Gee, I thought you never let guys cum around here. Thought it was against the rules.”
“Well, good, obedient boys can cum when they have permission and you do as a winner. You even have a choice how you cum. Marci and Veronica are lovers for real and this is their room. They sleep and do all sorts of other stuff on this bed. One way you can cum is to ask them politely to pick up where they left off so you can watch. You can’t touch, you can’t say anything, but you can get close and look while you play with yourself to your prick’s content.
“The other way you can cum is to sit in the chair and I’ll give you a blowjob. All the guys I’ve sucked said I give very, very good blowjobs.”
I arched one eyebrow. “Can’t you give me the blowjob while I watch you two beauties have at it?”
“We could, but that’s not the rule.”
Wow, this was a real poser. I’d always fantasized about seeing two woman get it on, but I’d never even had a blowjob except from Henry. Yuch.
“I’ll take the blowjob. I wanted one from a woman for so long, and after what I just went through...And thank you both for the offer,” I said to Veronica and Marci. They just smiled and told me to enjoy myself.
Sofia knelt in front of me and pumped me up with her hand. Then, with a grin, she licked the tip and took it in her mouth. She ran her tongue all over my tip, then suddenly took my shaft as far as she could and started vigorously bobbing her head.
I groaned and rolled my head from side to side. She made me feel so good! When she slowed down, that felt good, too.
Then she stopped sucking me.
“Do you two want a taste? I’m not selfish.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” said Marci, taking Sofia’s place.
“Oh, my God,” I groaned as a second woman pleasured my cock. “Ah, oh, ah.”
Soon, Veronica took her place. My cock felt like it was twice its size, my head tingled, and the blue balls ached like never before. She favored me with a grin. “You can look but not touch,” she said. With that, she rolled my cock all over her exposed upper breastslopes. My cock felt my first tit!
“Oh, I’m sooo lucky! Veronica, that’s sooo nice!” Then I felt in irresistable surge. My balls felt like they’d burst. “I’m gonna cum!”
Veronica took me in her mouth fast and sucked me really hard!
“Aaaaahhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhh!” A wordless bellow accompanied my hot cum. My head rolled from side to side and my balls truly did feel like they burst. Spurt after spurt filled Veronica’s mouth.
Finally, I collapsed, gasping, drained. I discovered my balls didn’t hurt nearly so much.
The women clapped and laughed. “Show us the victory cum!” demanded Sofia and Marci.
Through half-lidded eyes, I saw my cum all over Veronica’s tongue and some even dribbled down her chin. To my astonishment, she kissed Marci and transferred some of the cum to her lover.
“I want some, too,” chimed in Sofia. Marci shared with her. They all swallowed.
I thanked them profusely. When I tried to stand, I was so weak, Veronica had to support me for my first few steps. I adjusted my panties and we went downstairs. Some of the living room furniture had been moved, and all the woman sat around the room. The other two winners were Chris and Zach, grinning like me. “We made it,” I said.