Page 43 of Frat Row
Will, or should I say, master, grabs a basket and says, “Take off your gowns and put them in here. You won’t need any clothing today; it will just get in the way.”
One by one, we take off our gowns and toss them in the basket, privacy long gone out the window.
“Today, you will be riding that mechanical bull like your life depends on it. Because it does. There will be a dildo placed in the seat that has been specially made for this kind of training,” Will says.
“And what kind of training is that exactly?” I blurt out, looking him dead in the eye.
He moves toward me and smacks me across the face so hard my head jerks to the side. The pain and throbbing on my cheek and jaw instantly form, my neck aching from the whiplash-like strike.
“Don’t speak unless spoken to, slave,” he snaps, “or I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”
Spitting out a small amount of blood with my head down, afraid to piss this guy off, I tremble with rage.
He pulls me up aggressively by my arm. “Why don’t you go first and show the class what they have to look forward to?” He leans into me and cups my breast aggressively.
Then I’m pushed over toward the bull, and he makes a beeline to the dildos. He picks out a big ass flesh-colored dildo, not the biggest, but definitely bigger than any cock I have ever seen in my life.
There is no way that it fits inside of me. He goes over to the bull and secures the dildo where I’m going to have to sit. He turns on some kind of remote, and the dildo begins to vibrate and twirl on the bull.
My eyes widen in surprise, and my jaw practically hits the floor.
“Well, climb aboard.” He grins at me with an evil glint in his eyes.
I go over to the bull, taking a huge gulp while holding my breath. I swing onto it right behind the dildo.
“How am I supposed to get it inside of me when I’m not even wet?” I bravely ask.
Will opens a lotion bottle that contains lube and drops a dollop on the tip of the dildo.
“You’ll ride this bull and pretend it’s your master, and you will come when I tell you to. If you don’t put on a show for us, or I’m unhappy with your performance, you will go straight to the red room, the punishment room. I know Rio and his gang would be more than thrilled to have some kind of entertainment today.”
Nodding quickly, thinking of how terrible that would be, I begin to sink myself onto the dildo slowly. It is ribbed, and I feel myself stretching further as I lower myself onto it, gasping in pain.
Will comes over, grabs hold of my shoulder, and shoves me down forcefully. “We don’t have all day, slave,” he says in a tone as if I’m nothing more than dirt on his shoe.
Searing pain racks through me, and I cry out at the unexpected intrusion into my body at full force. Holding back tears, my legs shake, and I feel pain in my cervix. I try to barely move my body while also trying to adjust to how uncomfortable this is.
I turn my head gradually and make eye contact with Will. He smirks, holds out the remote pointed right at me, and pushes a button. All of a sudden, I feel the vibration and movement burst through the dildo, and I try to lift myself up slightly, then backdown a few times to get a hold of this new sensation coursing through me.
“Hold on,” he says to me as he walks over to a podium that is about thirty feet away. I quickly look down in front of me and see the smallest handles known to man, and I clutch onto them, taking deep breaths in and out.
“I’m going to start it off slow, and then it will gradually get faster. Remember to give us a show like you’re riding your master’s cock,” Will yells over the noise.
I look over at the women watching me quietly with pity and worry written all over their faces, knowing they are next.
Sweat trickles from my brow, and adrenaline courses through my veins, unsure of what to expect. I’ve been to plenty of bars and watched while my friends got thrown from a mechanical bull rather quickly, and we laughed hysterically about it.
It takes technique to ride one of these things, and I don’t think I have it, even with the coordination. But now, being forced into this, I’m going to have to figure it out fast because the last thing I want to be is subjected to the red room or anywhere near Rio and his gang of monsters.
The bull begins to move, and to my revulsion, a loud moan escapes from my mouth. The dildo is curving in a way that is hitting my G-spot with every movement of the bull, as the head of it goes down, almost touching the ground, and jerks up and back. The movement of the bull mixed with the vibrating dildo is hitting me in delicious but different ways. I feel my little bundle of nerves being coaxed with the movement.
My body instinctively begins chasing that high of a mind-altering orgasm. I relinquish control of my mind and let myself escape this heinous place for the time being.
I close my eyes and imagine riding Tyler, letting go of one of the handles and riding this bull like I would a real dick,moving my body in sync with this machine. My moans grow increasingly louder with every thrust of the dildo, lifting me up and down while completely blocking out my senses and the people surrounding me in this room.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but suddenly, I feel the white-hot waves of release and small cramps in my lower abdomen, and then the sensation like I have to pee. I let it all go, uncaring. As I let my head fall back and my eyes roll back into my head, I let out a guttural moan as a warm liquid seeps out between my legs.
After what feels like seconds, I come down from my high, slightly shaking and trying to ride out the entire sensation, and I’m pulled back to reality as I realize Will has turned off the bull.
