Initiation (vignette) (Patreon)

The evening was going about as well as Jason had anticipated.  He was on his third hour of forced labor, prancing around the bustling party in nothing but a sparkly gold thong, acting as a combination between butler and punching bag.  He found himself refilling drinks just as often as getting a “good natured” slap on his red, stinging bare cheeks.  The same went for his two companions, the only other young men out of the original twelve to make it to the final night.  They exchanged embarrassed looks of solidarity whenever they passed in their matching underwear but were under strict instructions not to speak to each other.  Their job that night was to serve and nothing else.  

As humiliating as it had already been, Jason knew the worst was yet to come.  People didn’t just waltz into a fraternity as prestigious and powerful as this one.  It was old enough to border on ancient, with old money financing and old money connections.  Jason didn’t care about the mysterious origins and the disturbing urban legends.  They were all fiction created to weed out the weak and gullible, he thought.  He wanted to see what hid behind the doors only an organization as powerful as this could open.  Politicians, business tycoons, real estate moguls; anyone who was worth remembering had come from their ranks, and he wanted in.  If that meant a humiliating night or two, he was willing to pay that price, especially since he had little to be embarrassed about.  

Even amidst a house full of fit, athletic young men, Jason stood out.  He had a thick head of jet black hair that sat on top of his sharp, angular features, his eastern european heritage prominently on display.  His face was handsome and mysterious at the same time, with brooding eyes and soft, pouting lips.  

Years of soccer and baseball left the rest of his body covered in lean, sculpted muscle.  Broad shoulders led to thick, chiseled arms that boxed in his prominent pecs and tapering, washboard stomach before his body widened again at the powerful quads looming above his solid, rocky calves.  A stubble of scrubby, raven hair covered his high cheekbones and spread across his pecs and down his abs in a wiry dusting, adding to his masculine appeal without being excessive.  

He was striking, and he knew it.  If they wanted him to parade around and show off his hard work, Jason was happy to oblige.  With the exception of his sizeable rear, there wasn’t an ounce of flesh anywhere on his 5’10” frame that was out of place, and even his thick bottom was firm and solid.  The countless hours running across a field and kicking a soccer ball were reflected in the round, gravity defying mounds that seemed to spring out of nowhere at his trim waist.  He’d tried to balance them out over the years by working his upper body just as hard, and while he’d come close, the young jock was still a tad bottom heavy, a feature the glittery thong only accentuated.  The thin strap disappeared almost immediately between the hefty cheeks, which only made the small pouch in front more precarious.  He was barely concealed,  with the base of his long, thick cock and heavy balls hanging out of the tiny gold pouch.  

Before the night was over, he knew everyone would most likely be intimately familiar with his naked body.  He and his two companions had already been forced to strip out of their normal clothes and don the revealing underwear in front of everyone, so there wasn’t much left for them to see anyway.  Jason had spent enough time in locker rooms over the years that he didn’t think twice about getting naked in front of a bunch of guys, and he noted with satisfaction that he had his competition beat.  

One of the two, Dylan, was a shaggy haired brunette about his same height, but without his build.  The other man was lean and defined, with a solid, whipcord body and an All American, Boy-Next-Door face.  Dylan wasn’t bad looking, but Jason knew he was the more handsome of the two, and the more hung.  Dylan’s perky little bubble didn’t stretch the thong nearly as much, nor did his short, thin rod and less than impressive balls.  

Will, on the other hand, stretched his near to bursting.  The 6’4” giant was a walking wall of sculpted muscle, with a buzzed scalp and intimidating, wolfish features.  He had massive, bowling ball shoulders with arms sporting biceps the size of Jason’s head, along with thighs bigger than Dylan’s waist.  The gold thong was little more than a strand of ribbon spreading out below his tank-tread abs while doing little to conceal the hulking man’s n stout, short cock and fat, bull balls.  

Still, as impressive as the other two were, Jason felt he had the upper hand.  He split the difference between them and thought of himself as more versatile.  After what they’d already been through that week they were each clearly willing to do whatever it took, but if it came down to it, Jason knew he had more to offer.  

“Alright!  If I can have everyone’s attention!”  The pulsing music came to an abrupt halt as Chad, the unofficial leader of the house, stepped up on a stool.  The blonde adonis looked like he’d walked out of a fitness magazine, his handsome face a sharp contrast to the sinister gleam in his eyes.  Jason found himself looking at a sea of drunken faces and polo shirts straining across muscular chests as everyone in the crowded house turned to face the nearly-naked trio.  “The time has come for the final rite!” Chad boomed, the walls shaking from the raucous cheering that followed.  “If I could have the inner circle follow me downstairs.  The rest of you, keep drinking and partying...we’ll be back up soon.”   

Jason took a deep breath to quiet the rapid beating of his heart.  It was the kind of rush he felt on the edge of the field just before a big game.  He shot a glance over to Dylan and Will as they were ushered down the stairs, seeing the same nervous determination on their faces.  They followed Chad to the large rec room, his face an emotionless mask, with half a dozen other guys trailing behind the trio, each of them cut from the blonde’s same, impressive mold and conveniently preventing any chance at escape.  

The room itself was large and opulently furnished, complete with a long, oaken bar at the far end and enough plush leather furniture to fill multiple pubs.  It would have felt like a penthouse if it wasn’t underground.  

“So, gentlemen, here we are,” Chad said, clasping his hands behind his back as he looked the three men up and down.  “No matter what happens, just remember that even reaching this point is impressive in itself.”  He flashed a bright, sparkling smile completely devoid of warmth.  “And let me put you at ease...the three of you are already in!”  He gestured around the room while the other six studs gave quiet, golf claps.  He waited a silent moment, nodding and smiling when none of the three men said anything.  “Good!  This is why you three are here.  Even now you remembered the rule about not speaking unless you’ve been given permission.”  He did a slow pace back and forth in front of the three men, inspecting each of them.  “That doesn’t mean you’re done yet, though.  There’s still a matter of hierarchy to be established, which is where this evening’s endurance challenge comes in.  You’re all new blood, but one of you will rise to the top of those ranks.  Shall we get started?”  

Jason steeled his nerves as they were pushed to their knees and two of the older brothers stood next to each of them.  He’d long ago decided that he was willing to do whatever humiliating sex act they had in mind.  He told himself that a dick or two in the mouth, or somewhere else, was worth a potential fortune when he graduated.  The flat, expressionless faces of his naked compatriots gave him the impression they’d made the same decision.  

“Here are the rules: you three have to finish stripping your two older brothers without using your hands,” Chad said as the six other men peeled out of their skin-tight polos.  The sight of the bare chested adonises was enough to put a dent in even Jason’s smug self confidence.  They were gorgeous, perfect physical specimens, with chiseled, bodybuilder physiques.  Their tanned skin was as smooth and flawless as if it had actually been carved from marble.  They each wore the same jeans and leather belt, with similar elastic underwear showing out the top.  “The first one to finish gets to take their whacks first.”  

The grinning blonde held up a large, wooden paddle and spun it by the handle.  Jason’s first thought was that the flat end bore the fraternity’s logo, but as he watched it spin he realized that wasn’t the case at all.  The flat end was covered in a series of strange, circular symbols that had further geometric shapes overlaid in glittering gold like their thongs spiraling inside each of them.  Watching it spin in Chad’s hand was hypnotic.

“It only gets more intense as it goes, so if you want the best shot at lasting, you’ll be first.  We clear on the rules?”  

“Yes sir” the trio said in confident unison.  

“Okay, then.  Ready….and….go!”  

As soon as Chad said the word, Jason’s face flew to the nearest waist.  The two men were so similar he didn’t know if it was the ginger or the brunette, but ultimately it didn’t matter.  He tried to think only of the mechanics involved as his forehead brushed against the man’s ripped stomach and he could feel the prominent bulge lurking beneath the jeans on his chin.  He had the belt gripped in his teeth and pulled open relatively easily, but the button was proving more difficult.  It required him to use his tongue and teeth in unison, as well as press his face firmly into the older brother’s crotch.  He could only imagine how humiliating this looked, his athletic body on its knees in nothing but the ridiculous thong, frantically burying his face in another man’s pants.  

But that wasn’t important.  All that mattered was the button he’d just worked loose.  Jason had to bite down on a triumphant cry as he gripped the zipper with his teeth and tugged it down, his nose brushing against the cotton briefs underneath.  He pulled the waist open, his nostrils filling with the musky scent before working his way around the waist to tug them down the man’s ample rear and muscular thighs.  

He didn’t stop to check out the competition once the jeans were at the brother’s ankles.  He sprung back up to the tight grey briefs, took the waist in his mouth, and pulled, ignoring the long, stout hose that pressed against his face.  His nose buried into the man’s trimmed bush and he felt the soft member against his lips as he worked the pouch down, quickly scooting around behind and repeating the process at the man’s solid cheeks.  By the time he had the first man stripped down there was a light sheen of sweat across Jason’s heaving chest, and he now knew what it felt like to have his face buried in another man’s ass.  

Turning to start in on the second brother, Jason could see that he was in the lead.  Dylan was just in the process of working the briefs to his first brother’s knees, and Will was still struggling with the button on his first.  Now that he had the technique down, Jason knew it would be a breeze.  

And it was.  He had the second brother stripped quicker than the first, surprised to find himself thinking that it wasn’t really that bad.  Being eye level with the two impressively hung men’s bare, dangling packages, all he really felt was a stab of envy.    

“And we have our winner!” Chad clapped Jason on the shoulder and pulled him to his stiff feet.  “We’re still in the running for second and third, so you two keep it up,” he said just as Dylan began tugging the second brother’s briefs down.  Will had just managed to get his first brother naked, having a harder time of it with his larger head and thicker neck.  Now both finished, Jason and Dylan watched the burly man’s broad back and plump cheeks flex and shift as he was still made to finish stripping the second brother.  “A valiant effort all around,” Chad said proudly as the six naked men clapped in unison.  He walked over and patted Will’s massive, sweat soaked chest.  “All this size may have worked against you, but don’t worry, you’re not out of the race yet.  There’s still the paddle.”  

On cue, Jason found himself gripped by both arms and manhandled over beneath an exposed rafter.  His wrists were quickly bound and the rope fed through a ring in the ceiling , locking his arms in place above him.  He did his best to remain calm when the two brothers pulled down his thong, fighting back the panic at being strung up naked and helpless.  

Chad, still clothed, stepped up with the paddle.  “The final test,” he said quietly.  “Whoever can last the longest is the winner.  Ready?”  

Jason didn’t have time to so much as nod before the paddle collided with his plump, bare cheeks.  He gasped, hit with an intensity that wasn’t pain.  As soon as the engraved wood made contact, time seemed to slow.  His senses muffled and his vision blurred like he’d just jumped into a pool.  The second hit landed, his senses further warping.  He looked around the room in wide-eyed shock, not believing what he saw.  The surroundings were flickering, alternating between the plush basement bar and a room with dark, stone walls and a rough stone floor.  The third hit cemented the vision, leaving Jason strung up in the unfamiliar setting.  The other men were present, but instead of a basement he was in what looked like a dungeon.  Damp, stone walls, flickering torchlight, and an impossible scene of swirling cosmos through the barred windows.  Instead of well-maintained wood, the floor beneath him was hewn from rough stone with a huge, carved sigil, of which he was chained in the center.  

The fourth blow brought horror.  A massive shape swirled and unfolded from the shadows in the corner behind the watching men, stretching taller and taller until it loomed over all of them.  Jason wanted to scream as it hovered closer and closer but he couldn’t find his voice.  Until the fifth blow landed.  

“UUUUNNNN….” Jason heard his lustful moan as if from a distance, his dangling cock twitching to life.  The swirling shadow creature seemed satisfied by the response, backing away to resume its position in the corner.  

When the sixth blow landed, Jason felt like he was going to explode.  His whole body was alight with pleasure, all of the plentiful sex he’d ever had during his young life replaying in his head at once.  He understood what Chad meant by lasting the longest, and it wasn’t pain he had to endure.  

The seventh blow brought with it images of all the sex he’d never had.  Jason groaned again when he saw himself back on his knees in front of the brothers, only this time their massive packages weren’t dangling limply in front of him.  He saw himself with one of the thick organs in his mouth while he worked two more with his hands.  Then he was on all fours with one of the brothers behind him while eagerly sucking on another.  Then he was on his back with two brothers stuffing his ragged hole as he went at a third with his mouth and another two with his hands.  

The eighth blow pushed him over.  “OOOOAAAAHHHHHAAAAAA!” Jason bellowed as soon as it hit.  He spasmed and writhed against his bonds, cumming buckets onto the floor.  His solid seven inches and churning balls sprayed, and sprayed, and sprayed.  He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut by the time he was done, but that wasn’t the worst part.  As soon as his eruptions started, the six naked men fell to the ground in front of him, lapping hungrily at the salty pools and rubbing it all over their chiseled bodies in an animalistic frenzy.  

The sight was enough to break Dylan’s composure.  “What...what the fuck is this…” the wiry man said, managing one step backwards before his golden thong started to glow.  “Hey!  What...why can’t I move?!”  

“You’d been doing so well, too,” Chad sighed and shook his head.  “I guess this is an appropriate time to explain what’s happening here.”  

Jason sagged against the solid blonde when he was untied, blinking the plush basement back into his vision.  “That was...what the fuck was that…” he gasped.  “Where did I just go…” 

“Ssshhhhhh.”  Chad raised a finger to his shapely lips and licked a glistening wad of cum, causing Jason’s voice to freeze in his throat.  When the blonde man stood him upright he tried to move, but his body wouldn’t respond.  “Once we consume, you’re under our power...as Jason here is learning.  You two,” he turned to Will and Dylan who were watching with wide, terrified eyes, “are held in place by the ceremonial garb, but we won’t be needing that much longer.”  

“Wait..no!  Nevermind...I quit!  I’m not…” Dylan protested as Chad bound his frozen hands and strung him up in Jason’s recently vacated spot.  As soon as the golden thong was pulled free, Dylan’s wiry body started thrashing and fighting against the ropes.  His defined muscles strained and flexed in futile struggle until the paddle landed on his perky little rear.  “OOOHHHHHHH!”  

With the first blow, Dylan’s short, thin cock shot to attention.  Jason watched the lean man’s eyes go glassy, wondering if he had a similar expression on his face while he was being paddled.  The six naked men stood on the periphery with hungry eyes and solid, throbbing cocks pointing in Dylan’s direction.  

“The energy builds with each use,” Chad explained.  “So the full force of the intensity that pushed Jason here over the edge just hit Dylan.  Jason made it to eight...”  

“HHHHNNNNGGGG!”  Dylan screamed when the second blow hit, his cock already oozing.  His toned pecs were rising and falling like he was running a marathon.  

“GGGGGGGUUUUUUnnnnuuuuUUUHHH!”  Dylan lost it at the third strike.  He had a crazed look in his eyes as his little rod exploded like a fire hydrant, causing the men to surge forward again.  

“Oh, tough break.”  Chad’s tone was sympathetic as he untied Dylan and guided him over in zombie fashion to stand next to Jason.  “Blame your virile friend here,” he winked, slapping Jason’s bare cheeks as he turned to Will.  The muscled giant had a stoic look on his face, like a man being led to the firing squad as he was tied in place.  “Brace yourself,” Chad warned, winding up for a strike.  

Jason watched Will’s jaw drop, a wordless his escaping his mouth as every ample muscle in his massive body went rigid at once.  “nnnnUUUUUUOOOHHHHH!”  He finally grunted, panting and thrashing.  He bellowed like a braying donkey at the second blow, gritting his teeth and clutching at the ropes overhead.  He started writhing and bucking like an angry bull at the third impact, groaning and grunting like a mindless, lustful beast.  Jason couldn’t help but be impressed by the raw power radiating from the wall of muscle, as well as the impressive stamina.  

He also knew he won.  When Will screamed and sprayed at the fourth blow, and the naked brothers skittered forward again, it occurred to Jason that he’d actually won, whatever that meant.  

“Well done,” Chad clapped, untying Will and lining him up with the others.  “Well done indeed!  The last crop didn’t make it nearly that long.”  The blonde man walked over to the group of naked, sticky hunks now pawing at each other’s rigid cocks and rubbing themselves against one another.  He patted a few of them affectionately on the head, as if they were pets, and turned back to the trio.  “Congratulations on making the cut, but we should clarify your roles.  You are indeed members of the house, but your job here is more as...cattle...than brothers.”  Chad motioned to the increasingly animalistic men around him.  “You’ve probably guessed by now that we’re not exactly what we seem.  You all saw a piece of where we come from, and the one we serve.  You’ll come to learn about all of that in time, but the bottom line is we need a regular food source.”  He pointed to the puddles of sticky fluid on the floor that the men were still greedily lapping up.  

Jason wished he could have turned and ran when Chad came over and stroked a hand through his thick, black hair.  “That doesn’t mean it has to be unpleasant.  We’re not cruel taskmasters.  And there’s always a chance the master will take a liking to you.”  Jason shuddered at the memory of the shadow creature, his eyes darting to the basement’s dark corners.  “You’ll learn to like it...for as long as you last,” he shrugged.  “At any rate...welcome to the house!”