The Secret Fraternity – bdsm short story21 minutes of an awesome read

by Ed Wayne

Today was my first day on campus as a freshman. Although I’d graduated from a high school which had almost 3,000 students, I wasn’t prepared for State U where the enrollment approached 25,000. All of the dormitories were full so I was living in a room off campus.

But maybe I’d ought to tell you a little about myself before I go any further. I was a three-letter man in high school—Wrestling, swimming, and gymnastics. Based on comments from others, I guess I was far above average in looks and my trim muscular body didn’t hurt my popularity any. I was an even 6-foot in height, weighed a trim 195, and had shoulders which just wouldn’t stop. Although I wasn’t the weight lifter, body-builder type, I did have muscles in all the right places, a really trim waist and slim hips, with bulging thighs and muscular calves.

Loving the out of doors, I’d acquired a deep tan over the summer months which set off my blond hair (bleached by the sun) and blue eyes. Clothes fit me well and I had grown accustomed to having people turn and stare at me as I walked by—males and females.

So it wasn’t any surprise that by the end of the first week of classes at State U I had already acquired a number of friends. Sexually, I swung both ways during my high school days. I dated girls freely and made out like a bandit. But when they weren’t available, I didn’t hesitate letting one or more of my buddies go down on me—and occasionally I reciprocated.

I had heard rumors even before I arrived on campus that there was a fraternity which harbored an underground secret leather cult specializing in S&M. I had to admit that anytime I heard it talked about, I got turned on. My 6 ½ inch cock would begin a gradual expansion to its full 9-inch rock hard length. I’d read several books which featured S&M sex, and I always ended up picturing myself in the situations portrayed—and sooner or later I ended up jacking off.

During my first week on campus I began to develop some fairly close relationships with several other class-men; I began discreetly questioning them about the existence of the secret fraternity. It wasn’t long before I not only hit upon the fact that the fraternity was Lambda Sigma Mu (translated—Leather, S&M), but that I was talking to one of its members.

Gary was a good looking stud, and his tight white jeans and dark blue T-shirt set off his features beautifully. The form-fitting clothes hid nothing and it was easy to see the outline of his cock along his left thigh—even to the delineation of the monstrous knob end.

“You interested in joining a fraternity, Allan?” he asked.

“I sure am. I’d like to get into a frat house and out of my closet-sized room. I’d like to feel that I really belonged to a group.”

“I think you just might fit into ours. You want to meet some of the guys?”

“You name the time.”

“Let’s see,” Gary paused, thinking. “Why don’t you come by tomorrow around 4:30. Most of the guys will be out of class by that time and you’ll have a chance to meet them and they can look you over.”

“I’ll be there. Just give me the address.”

I could hardly sit through my classes the next day in anticipation of my visit to the LSM house. It was about 4:15 when I was satisfied with my third try at the right clothing for the visit. It was a pair of scuffed black motorcycle boots, threadbare and faded Levi’s, a form-fitting western style shirt, open half way down my chest, and a wide black leather belt, with a single row of coned nickel studs through the center of the belt.

Promptly at 4:301 rang the bell of the frat house and was ushered into the living room by Gary. The introductions took me around the room, meeting an even dozen men—some of the most fabulous specimens of malehood I’d seen in any one spot. I couldn’t begin to describe the physiques the masculine studs displayed; but my cock responded dramatically by swelling to the greatest proportions my tight Levi’s permitted. It was a reaction which did not go unnoticed.

After the formalities, Gary invited me to go downstairs with him to the bar for a drink and to meet the rest of the guys. I followed him down the narrow stairwell into the dimly lighted room. As he steered me to the bar and introduced me to the four “brothers” already gathered there, I began to take in the surroundings. I noticed that the walls were covered with huge posters all pictures of males, most of them nearly nude but wearing one or two pieces of leather. Some wore leather jock straps, some only leather vests, some only leather belts, and some were strapped into poses of leather restraint.

Gary invited me to take a closer look at the posters and, as I roamed about the room, I began to recognize the faces as being those of many of the men I had just met. They were obviously photos taken within the house, and blown up to poster size for room decoration. To say that I was turned on would be the understatement of the year. I had a rip roaring hard-on which just wouldn’t stop. I tried to hide it by keeping my hand over my crotch, but Gary wasn’t fooled.

“Like ‘em?” he asked.

“You better believe it,” I answered. And I felt his hand rest on my shoulder as he moved me around the room to view the bodies beautiful in all different poses.

“If my brothers like you, do you think you’d be interested in pledging?”

“Right now I can’t think of anything I’d like more,” I responded.

“Well, I think you ought to know that there is a very strenuous initiation. You become a total slave to the fraternity for 30 days and very few can meet the test. How do you feel about that?”

Without hesitation I asked, “When can I start?”

“We’ll make sure all of the members have an opportunity to get to know you within the next few days and then a week from tomorrow night we’ll vote on whether or not you’re accepted as our first initiate for the fall semester.”

The rest of the evening was spent in getting acquainted with the members of LSM and them getting to know me. I learned that about 90% of them had been high school jocks and some 50% of them were also very active in college athletics. We had a lot in common—in more ways than one. My cock never let up all night and was pressing against my constraining pants.

About midnight, Gary offered me a lift home, which I readily accepted since I’d had so much to drink I wasn’t sure I could find the way myself.

The next week drug by so slowly I thought it would never end. I had such a desire to be pledged that I found it hard to concentrate on my studies. But Gary had warned me that the frat house had one of the best academic records of any on campus so I forced myself to study and do the best possible job.

Gary had told me he’d call as soon as the vote was taken Friday night and I paced my small cubicle until the phone rang about 9:30.

Breathlessly, I answered.

“You’re in!” were Gary’s first two words. I was so nervous and excited I almost dropped the phone.

“When can I move into the house?” was my first question.

“Tomorrow morning. You want me to come over and help you move?”

“Yes. But make it early, because I can hardly wait to join you and your brothers.”

It was only 8:30 a.m. when Gary arrived. But I was packed and ready to go. By 9:30 I was comfortably installed in one of the many bedrooms in the frat house with Gary as my roommate.

“Your initiation begins tonight at 8:00. You better get everything in line by that time because at that time you become the property of the fraternity and you’ll do everything you’re commanded. You become our slave for the next month.”

Although Gary’s words excited me, I had no idea of the full import of his words until that night. I spent all day studying and maybe worrying just a little about what I’d gotten myself into. At 7:45 Gary came back to the room and said, “Get undressed. You enter your period of slavery as you entered the world—bare ass naked.”

Trembling with excitement, I slowly removed my clothes. Then, led by Gary, we went from the third floor to the recreation room/bar in the basement. As my eyes became accustomed to the dim lights I could see that the men of the fraternity were seated in a semi-circle around the center of the room.

“Kneel, slave!” were the first words uttered by Bob, the president of the fraternity. “You will do everything any member of LSM tells you from this minute forward for the next 30 days. If you survive this initiation period, you will become an exalted member of one of the most prestigious fraternities on campus.”

I kneeled as ordered. And then the President continued.

“Do you solemnly swear that you will keep every aspect of your initiation a secret from the outside world? Will you promise to perform every duty asked of you by a member of LSM? Do you agree that you are the total slave of every member of this fraternity for the next 30 days? Do you understand that if you fail to fulfill all your obligations as a pledge to our fraternity that you will be banished from our midst forever and that should you divulge any aspect of your relationship with us you are subject to the supreme penalty of accidental death?”

To each question I responded with a quiet, but firm, “Yes.”

“I do hereby, on behalf of LSM declare you as a slave for the next 30 days. Should you pass this ordeal, you will become a life member of our fraternity and will reap the benefits therein. Rise and greet your masters.”

I did as I was told. And one by one the men of the fraternity came by. But instead of shaking my hand, they reached down and took ahold of my cock and shook it instead. By the time the third member had passed, my cock was standing at 45 degree angle from my belly and it became obvious that I was flying high. All 20 members passed by, gripped my cock and/or balls, and then my slavery began.

Gary, being my mentor, was allowed the privilege of beginning my period of initiation. The dim lights had concealed many aspects of the room. It soon became apparent that the beamed ceilings contained many hooks and eyes, as did the floor. I found myself spreadeagled with my feet chained to eye-bolts in the floor and my hands raised in a “V” above my head, chained to hooks in the ceiling beams. Unable to move. I was at the mercy of my initiator. I tried to survey my surroundings but the room was so dim I could only see the faces of those nearby; I also noticed that I was carefully positioned over a floor drain.

The chains were pulled tight; I could barely move. And then Gary began to caress my naked body. As he moved around me, a spot light began to brighten so that I was bathed in a sea of light, and all the area around me became a blackness which my eyes could not penetrate. As Gary caressed my back, he reached my rounded buttocks and then I strained in my bound condition as his greased fingers began to penetrate my asshole. First one, and then two, and then a third finger entered the puckered orifice. Back and forth, in and out, he worked his fingers until the hole was adequately greased.

Then, I could feel a cold smooth insertion of what felt like a nozzle. My fears were confirmed as I felt a warm fluid begin to enter my rectum. Gary had inserted an enema-sized nozzle into my asshole but it was connected to a hose leading to the bar. Slowly. I could feel the warm water entering my intestines. Bit by bit it began to fill my innards to the point that the pressure caused severe pain. I cried out. And the flow stopped.

“Let it go. I want you nice and clean,” Gary commanded.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I let loose with a fart and a full stream of brown water to enter the drain between my widespread legs.

When the flow stopped, I felt the nozzle being inserted again and the flow began all over. “Stop! Shit! Damn! I can’t take any more,” I screamed. But the water continued to flow and I could feel the pressure on my insides as my belly began to bulge. Finally my protestations were heeded and the flow was cut off.

“Okay, you hold that in there or you’ll find the punishment exceeds the pain.”

“The first step in your initiation is complete submission to all the members.” With that statement, Gary and several other members of the fraternity loosened me from my bonds. But only temporarily. I soon found myself spreadeagled again, but this time lying down with my back on the tile floor. The leather bands around my wrists and ankles were attached to chains which were pulled taut so that I could barely move. One by one the fraternity members began a parade by me. Each stopped, took his cock out of his pants and proceeded to piss over my entire body. I was forced to open my mouth and accept whatever liquid came that way.

Before they were finished I was literally swimming in piss and must have swallowed a full quart which pressed against the water previously forced into me from my asshole.

I never felt so degraded. But at the same time my cock was standing tall and proud—a sure sign that I was totally turned on by the treatment I was receiving.

The water treatment ended with the last man in line placing his booted foot on my belly and pressing down with all his weight. I could hold the water no longer and I let loose with a gush from my tortured asshole a mighty flow of shit colored water.

“I told you you’d regret letting that go.”

Almost immediately I felt the chains binding my feet being loosened and drawn over my head—bound once again, feet above my shoulders, pulled taut, ass sticking high in the air.

Then I felt a leather band being passed around my waist, pulled tight, and the remaining water in my gut was squeezed out to dribble down my ass and back. A one-inch leather band was also passed around my neck and fastened. I could hear the click of a padlock being closed to keep it intact. Then I felt the warm flow of water across my body as water from the hose was sprayed across me and the floor to wash away the piss and enema induced discharge down the floor drain.

’’Now we’ll see whether you can pass the supreme test of your first night as a pledge.” And with that, the President of the fraternity caressed my upstanding butt and began to massage the area around the tightly closed sphincter. I could feel the cool grease he was applying to the area as Gary placed an inhaler up my nostrils and forced me to breathe the fumes emanating from within. I felt slightly dizzy as Bob, the President, began to insert his index finger into the relaxing hole.

Repeatedly I could feel the lubrication being applied as time after time the inhaler was placed into my nostrils until I was completely relaxed and flying high.

All of a sudden I felt a cold metal object being forcibly placed into my asshole. But with the high I was riding, it only excited me to a fever pitch. Further and further it probed, until at least three inches was inserted. Then I felt the orifice being gradually expanded.

I had heard of a device which was used to stretch ass holes—and even within the euphoria I was experiencing, I knew that was what was being used to gradually expand my relaxed sphincter muscle. I could feel the cool air of the room entering the cavity. Bit by bit the device expanded. Even relaxed as I was, the hole had reached its limit and I screamed, “Stop. I can’t take any more.’* But the screws were still tightened and the pressure increased. I nearly passed out; but finally my tormentor stopped.

“Wow. Look at that. Have you ever seen anything so pretty? We’ve really got us a beaut!”

Once again the inhaler was pressed to my nostrils and my body relaxed in its bound position. I was scarcely aware of the fact that the device which had opened my asshole to a yawning chasm was being removed.

The next thing I knew was that the fingers of a hand, liberally greased, were now exploring the cavity. Slowly, back and forth, the fingers probed. Bit by bit, he entered the cavity, until with one mighty lunge, I knew the entire hand had entered my asshole. I had heard of fist fucking, but I never believed it was possible. My screams kept the hand still. And then, gradually, the fingers began a tapping and exploring movement and the hand slid further inward. My prostrate was screaming out in excitation—my cock was dancing a jig, and the fist was exploring every crevice of my shit chute.

I couldn’t believe it was there. I couldn’t believe the wild ecstasy I was experiencing. And it was through glazed eyes that I discovered I was surrounded by a ring of naked bodies, pricks all standing erect, hands slowly jacking them.

The hand inside me began to move—in and out, in and out, probing, exploring, caressing, and sending paroxysms of pleasure/pain up and down my entire body. Faster and faster it probed. I could stand it no more.

“I’m cumming. I’m cummmmmming! God, stop it. I can’t stand it any more! I’m cumming.” And with that I shot a hot load of white stringy cum all over my chest and face.

But the tortuous probing continued and my cock never shrank from its excited state. Again and again, the fist and arm was shoved down the gaping hole. And then I felt a warm mouth engulfing my cock. The hot tongue probed every crevice and mound, probed the slit, and brought me once again to a white hot climax. I didn’t even have time to shout a warning; I shot another load of sweet jism against the tonsils, and down the gullet of my master, feeding him my sweet nectar. It became obvious to my circle of tormentors that I was cumming a second time and within seconds I was being showered by no less than ten jetting cocks—covering me and my masters with a coat of white love juices. I opened my mouth to catch what I could and swallowed it down, savoring every morsel.

The fist was gradually withdrawn from my ass as the bonds holding me were loosened enough so that I could relax on my back but not enough to let me move about freely. It seemed every muscle in my body was aching from the strain. But as the naked bodies moved around me, I began once again to get a hard-on. The men of the fraternity were loading up on beer which was flowing freely from a tap at the bar. Not more than 20 minutes had gone by when once again my bonds were pulled tight forcing me into a spreadeagled position flat on my back.

But this time the strap around my waist was chained to the floor and another wide strap was placed around my chest just above my upstanding teats. This strap, too, was chained to the floor so that I could not move an inch. Needing release from the beer that had been flowing freely into the hot studs, a circle was formed around me once again as streams of piss shot towards my ravished body. My mouth was forced open and no less than 5 cocks, one after the other, found their way in to unload their recycled beer directly into my gullet.

As the flow ceased, I found straps being placed around my bulging biceps and these were also chained to the floor. At this point my wrists were released and my forearms positioned in an upright manner, perpendicular to the floor. I felt grease being spread liberally over my hands and wrists and Gary told me that my fists were going to be used by two of the brothers for fist fucking their aching shit holes. If I hurt either of them I’d find myself in even worse straits then I already was. Tom and Ted moved into the circle of light and I could see their bronzed muscular bodies poised over my hands and begin to settle gently, probing against their tightened sphincters. Little by little, finger after finger was swallowed up in the hot holes and I felt the warmth engulfing my entire hands and wrists as both men impaled themselves on my arms.

As they continued their reverse fucking motions, others released my ankles again and raised them to an upright position, making my asshole completely vulnerable. The pledge master, Pete was given the opportunity to grease his fist and begin his entry. My shit chute had been stretched so badly earlier, he found little difficulty probing his way in. But Pete didn’t stop with just his hand; further and further he jabbed until he was half way to his elbow.

I could feel the pressure against my piss-filled belly and knew that if he didn’t stop soon I was going to be vomiting that piss back up. But he backed off at the same time he began to stroke and fondle my cock and balls with his other hand. In rhythm with each other, he was fucking me with one hand and jacking me with the other. At the same time Tom and Ted were accelerating their movements on my fists, and jacking themselves towards my face.

In one giant burst I shot my third load for the night and I found two more loads of ropey hot cum from my impaled tormentors showering my face. I couldn’t believe I could unleash so much in such a short time; as the fist continued to probe and gradually withdraw from my upturned ass, my cock jerked and jumped and continued to spew forth its load. At last, with three hands still impaled, the remaining brothers gathered around the four naked bodies in the spotlight and jacked themselves to climaxes, spewing forth pint after pint of the essence of their manhood.

Cocks began to wilt, and hands were withdrawn. Once again the hose was brought out to wash away the excesses of sexual encounter.

My bonds were released and I was allowed to sit up. But, before I could rise, a leather band was locked around my cock and balls and a chain fastened from it to the leather necklace I’d been provided before.

“You have passed the first test as the slave of LSM. Whenever you are in the house you will wear only the necklace and cock ring we’ve provided with the chain connecting the two. You will serve our every needs. You will provide whatever sexual release any of our members need. You will be in total servitude for a full 30 days. You may dress to go to classes. At all other times you will submit to whatever our whims desire. Do you understand? Do you accept these conditions?”

“Yes! Yes, I do.” And with that, I began a month of the most exciting pleasurable slavery you could ever imagine.