Page 18 of Frat Row
“You will remove all of your clothing this instant,” a deep voice commands, and I can only assume the voice belongs to Archer.
Hesitating for a moment, I hear rustling around me as the other initiates remove their clothing. Startled, I finish taking off my clothes, and another hooded figure sweeps in and collects all of it, including our shoes.
“Next, you will form a line in alphabetical order by last name.” Archer condescendingly gestures to where the line should start.
The brothers hold their hands over their mouths, trying to hide their snickering over what is about to happen.
“After the line is flawlessly straight, you will begin the elephant walk,” Archer continues with a deranged look on his face, being the only one we can currently see.
The snickers grow louder. Forming the line, which, in my opinion, could not be straighter, it leads in the direction of the naked lady lying on the bed.
“This woman knows the ritual in its entirety and has volunteered to be our plaything and human sacrifice. She is not being forced or held against her will; she knows this must be done,” Archer continues confidently.
This has to be some demented ass joke. There is no way someone would willingly volunteer for this. I call bullshit.
“Each of you will be required to fuck one of her holes—mouth, cunt, or ass—whatever is your preference.” He shrugs. “Her pleasure needs to be avoided, but you need to find your release, and when you do, you may come wherever you wish.”
“That is where the elephant walk comes in. While waiting your turn, you will obediently clasp the dick behind you and jerk him off, preparing him to fuck her.” With his hand gripped into a fist, he brings it to his mouth and chuckles.
What? Horror and shock engulf us as we turn our heads, staring at one another. Never in my life have I put my hands on another cock, let alone jacked one off. Now, it’s a requisite for being initiated as a brother. How am I ever supposed to look at them after this without embarrassment flooding through me? Is this some sort of sick and twisted bonding technique? No wonder this is never talked about.
Unfortunately, I end up located in the middle, jealous of the fucker who is first because he won’t have to participate in this line for long. Do they really expect us to do this? Hopefully, Archer will jump in and say it’s just a joke. I close my eyes and wish for it. The answer to my question is fulfilled after a few seconds of anticipation.
“Start jerking each other off. NOW!” Archer yells.
Jumping to attention, most of the pledges start moving their hands up and down on dicks behind them.
My stomach feels like it’s going to drop out of my body. I’m so disgusted. I take a deep breath, reaching behind me. I avoid eye contact with all the guys. Forcefully moving our hands up and down, no one dares to moan or make any noises that signal pleasure. That would make this awkward as fuck. Instantaneously, I feel the pre-cum from the guy behind me getting all over my fingers and hands, so I start to use it as lube. After getting it a little lubed up, I slow down, not wanting him to squirt his load before we get up to the lady.
Reverberating around the room is a palpable sense of discomfort; you can just feel it. I am certain the men in the hooded cloaks have to watch all of this. Picking up our pace, wanting to get this over with, pledge after pledge fucks her in different holes as fast as possible, their eyes vacant.
One guy steps up and straddles her head with his knees on either side and grips fistfuls of her hair. He fucks her mindlessly with his cock, shoving in and out of her throat so deeply that she is a jumbled mess but takes it like an expert. Drool begins leaking out of the sides of her mouth, and she’s gagging loudly. After what feels like an eternity, he yanks himself out of her mouth and comes all over her face, scooping it up with two fingers and pushing past her lips until she’s sputtering and squirming while he laughs maliciously. Delicately slapping her on the face, he leaps off the bed.
The next initiate steps up and rolls her on her stomach; there seems to be a little slack in the ropes, and he gropes her at her hips and hauls her to his waist. Spitting on his hand and rubbing it on his swollen cock without warning, he plunges into her tight ring of muscle. She whimpers in pain, but as the obedient fuckdoll she is, she doesn’t resist.
While the rest step up and have her any way they want, it becomes blurry to me while I’m simultaneously being jacked offand watching guy after guy running a train on this more-than-willing girl. The brutality of it all is astonishing to me.
When it becomes my turn, my preference has always been a hot, eager mouth. Climbing over her body, I get into position, kneeling over her with each leg above her mouth. Battling with my inner persona, I get swept away in the depravity of it all. I seize her jaw with one of my hands, pushing on the pressure points and prying it open. With a thundering gaze, I clench my dick with my other hand and press it into her mouth. Her eyes are stunned by the size of my length as I hit the back of her throat over and over, not letting up.
Right before I’m about to come, I plug her nose with one of my hands so she can’t breathe, and her jaw opens more, and I’m able to work my dick further down her throat.
Letting go of her nose, I overflow her mouth with my cum, and she has no choice but to swallow all of it. After I pop my cock out, I slap it across her cheek, letting her know with my eyes I just owned her mouth.
I find the other pledges uncomfortably standing away from the bed, observing it all, and waiting until we all finish. Not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, I focus on a spot on the brick wall and stare at it for the remainder of the most unhinged ritual I’ve ever witnessed.
After the last guy barbarically fucks her ass and cunt, thrusting in and out of both and releasing his cum all over her chest, I feel the brothers behind us in hoods gently pushing us closer to the bed.
We form a circle around the bed, and I think the ritual has been completed, but I don’t see anyone untying her. She is still blindfolded, and no one reaches to take that off either. She is breathing deeply, obviously exhausted. Cum is leaking out of every hole on her body, and she’s covered in it from head to toe.The bed is a rumpled mess, with cum all over it as well; there’s even some that hit the floor.
One of the hooded cloaks breaks the circle and stalks toward the bed with pure evil rippling off of him. The woman jolts up to her knees with her hands still secured, now behind her back.
Soundlessly, my heart is pounding in my chest. I’m at a loss for words, wondering what he is going to do.
Carefully, he unsheathes a beautiful knife with a jeweled hilt that is slightly curved at the end, and in another pocket, he takes out a medieval jeweled goblet.
“We appreciate your sacrifice to the brotherhood,” he states emotionlessly. Then, he moves directly behind her, clutching a fistful of hair and bringing her back to his chest, which exposes her neck as her face is toward the ceiling. Without hesitating, he slashes her throat from ear to ear.
Rolling her on her side and to the edge of the bed as blood begins spilling out of her profusely, he places the goblet under her neck, filling it to the brim.
