How to train your fratboy (ch 4)
Chapter 4: Knowing your place.
He knew them both. They were seniors on the women’s soccer team. Tifa, a black girl from Venezuela, whom he had unsuccessfully flirted with several times and Gina, whom he didn’t know much about beyond that she was Colombian and a Sociology major. He hadn’t bothered with her because it was widely rumored she was a lesbian. They were both tall and athletic, and they wore matching, tight-fitting yoga pants and sports bra’s, crashing like football players down the stairs. The latter stopped in front of him, grabbing his hair roughly in one hand and yanking the leather face-fucker strap up the back of his head viciously without unbuckling it. It felt like the buckle might have cut open the back of his scalp as she scraped it up over the swell of the base of his skull, but he could only wince silently with the strap-on still lodged in his throat
“Mistress Gina. Say it.” she brusquely commanded, ripping the strap-on out of his mouth and tossing it across the room behind her.
“GLICK guh cough Mistress Gina cough” he managed to horsely choke out. His eyes flitting to her muscular legs and exposed athletic abs. Her severe grip and athleticism rendering the gender norms he’d been raised with irrelevant. He flinched away from her intimidated as she roughly worked at the ball-gag strap around his neck. She’s going to hurt me. Badly, he thought with dread as she ripped the ball-gag free from his neck, tossing it across the room as well.
“What am I gonna do to you pig?” she barred her teeth at him jerking his head back forcefully into an acutely painful and awkward angle, scraping the top of his skull against the edge of the 2×6 board he was taped to. “Yeah bitch. You know. Say it.”
There wasn’t any doubt in his mind. “ah. Mistress Gina is going to fuck her piggies asshole.” he croaked feebly, tears already escaping the corners of his eyes.
“That’s right. I’m gonna wreck that virgin ass.” she nodded catching the strap-on Tifa tossed from the tables behind him with one hand while holding his head in place with the other. “I’m gonna fuck your asshole bloody with this” SMACK she swatted him in the face roughly with the business end of the strap on.
“HURG” he flinched as the hard-plastic phalis struck across his already injured nose and stung his eye. “Thank you mistress” he muttered, hoping calm her. Trying not to imagine how the unyielding plastic would feel as it penetrated him.
“Oh thank you mistress huh?” she released him, pulling a stool over where he could see it and placing atop it an interval timer like the ones used in wrestling that was counting down from 28:12. “Are you going to enjoy it?” she pursed her full, latin lips wryly, strapping the dildo quickly to her midsection as if in a hurry.
“No mistress” he said, hanging his head, terrified.
“Oh you’re not. Why not?” she asked, pulling the pin on his frame and letting him fall forward into ass-fucking position, his face jerking to a halt a few inches from the clock. She wasn’t wasting a second.
“Because Mistress Gina doesn’t want her piggy to enjoy it.” he answered miserably, his asshole twitching in expectation.
“Danm.” she paused, “Good answer” she nodded impressed “I can see you already learned your manners.” she circled around behind him, and he felt the weight of her strap-on settle between his ass cheeks. “Now it’s time for you to learn your place”, she growled, spreading his ass cheeks with one hand and squirting cold lubricant into his crack with the other.
“Please..” he sobbed timidly, knowing that pleading would do no good. Knowing that the first Zeta to claim his ass was going to go out of her way to make it excruciating and arduous.
“Please what? Please fuck my ass Mistress Gina?”
“sob no.. please”
SMACK “Whose ass is this?” She spanked him sharply
“UGHHH! sob please. It’s yours. It’s your ass Mistress Gina”
“LOUDER PIG! SO THE WHOLE HOUSE CAN HEAR” she shouted “WHO OWNS THIS ASS” SMACK
“AH! MISTRESS GINA OWNS THIS PIGGIES ASS!” he hoarsely shouted as loud as he could, a few faint whoops and laughs came from upstairs in response.
Without warning she shoved the dildo through his sphincter, the lubricant made it about 1/4 of the way past his asshole, going dry quickly. His hind-quarters exploded in sensation. His entire lower body clenching tightly as the silicon cock-head began to chafe raggedly against the walls of his rectum.
“HHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” he screamed, his kneecaps slipping agonizingly on the wooden floor. More whoops and clapping from upstairs. Mistress Gina wordlessly yanked the strap-on out, squirting more lube on his violated asshole.
“yeah. That’s right. Clench up. Make it hurt.” she lined the dildo up again “AGAIN BITCH! WHO OWNES THIS ASS?” SMACK
“MISTRESS GINA OWNS THIS PIGGIES ASS!” He shouted, red-faced as she brought it forward again, fighting it into him in brutal little bursts despite his clenching “hhhrrrgggggAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he screamed, his eyes clenched tightly in pain. He could feel every millimeter of it inside him, every twist, each and every tiny movement of it shot straight from the individual nerve endings in his ass straight to his brain. It was as if his rectum were somehow one huge nerve, hardwired to his spine. “AAAHAAAAAAAAHHH PPLEASE MISTRESS!” he begged pitifully as she exited, re-lubed, and mercilessly pumped her way in again a bit further this time.
Sharp fingernails roughly bit into his cheeks and he opened his eyes to see Tifa, the dark Venezuelan, every bit as fit, and also now wearing a strap-on. Barely a minute had passed on the clock; 27:22.
“Queen Tifa. Say it.” and his horror thrashed anew in the realization that their plan had always been to spit-roast him. He blushed with the humiliating thought of it. The muscular footballer and chapter president of Sigma-Nu spit-roasted by two sorority soccer girls in the Zeta common room. One of them already violating his ass and the other about to fuck his helpless mouth.
“sob Queen sob Tifa huh-huh uhhhhhhh” he wept into her delighted sneer
“yeaaaaaaahhh piggie. You know huh? What are we gonna do? Say it.”
“quee- HUH AHHHHHHH queen ERRRHHHHH spit-roast your piggy” he managed as Mistress Gina made another assault on his anus.
“hahaha good piggy!” she cooed, grabbing his hair roughly and running the length of her strap on across his lips.
“Kiss my cock” she commanded.
Brad hesitated, looking up at her in disbelief. Kiss my cock?! he thought incredulously go fuck yourself; his anger momentarily flaring at her humiliating command.
FWAP Queen Tifa, sensing his dissent, backhanded him harder than Sir and Mistress Chin put together. The sound it made was wet, like that of fist impacting raw meat.
“ARHG!” Mistress Gina’s dildo twisting in his ass as his knees slipped from the vicious blow: “Sorry!” he surrendered again “your piggy is sorry Queen TIFA!” Brad grovelled, pressing his lips to her prosthetic cock and kissing it warmly.
“Yeah. You gonna act like a bitch, I’ma slap you like one” Queen Tifa growled menacingly, “now lemme see you suck on it like a bitch” she commanded.
Brad’s formed his lips around Queen Tifa’s cock reluctant but afraid, he held her eyes nervously, sucking on it like an enormous straw, and making humiliating suction noises with his lips. He flinched, blinking out tears when Mistress Gina laughed mockingly behind him.
Humiliated to her satisfaction, Queen Tifa finally smiled, shoving her strap-on unceremoniously down his shredded, burning throat. It penetrated more deeply than Mistress Chin’s face-fucker had been able to, utterly cutting off his ability to breath. He winced and cried in silent agony as Mistress Gina brought her strap-on 3/4 of the way in to his rectum, his fists clenching tightly as he leaked tears and watched the seconds tick down on the clock. 27:10… 27:09…
He began to convulse for want of air and Queen Tifa brought the tip of the dildo back to his tonsils, “GASP MHHHHPPPPHHHHERRRRR” he wailed, as she yanked his head to the right, forcing her hard-plastic cock sideways into the inside of his cheek instead, stretching his defenseless mouth from within, his lips raking against the inside of his teeth.
“HHHRRRRGGGGGGGGGAAAAAH” he screamed as Mistress Gina brought her strap on to it’s hilt inside him.
SMACK “YEAH! Take my cock piggy” she commanded behind him, holding it inside him to the hilt as he slipped and slid on his kneecaps, jerking her cock this way and that inside his rectum for her. SMACK she spanked his cheek sharply — always in the exact same spot — SWAT and again harder.
“AHHHHGGGG” he whimpered, Queen Tifa’s cock stretching his cheek as she callously held his head in place by his hair.
“Look at me piggy”, Brad looked up, to see Queen Tifa’s cellphone. Click went the shutter and flash.
“Twitter app… who… is … that.. bitch I’m… cheekbusting?” she dictated as she typed with one hand “Oh, nobody…just, the, sigma-nu… chapter.. president… send.”
He’d thought there was no shame left in him.. that there wasn’t anything they could do to make him feel humiliated. Now here he was being cheek-busted by a sorority girl while another fucked his ass. He was wrong, the pain was awful but the shame was five times worse. 26:59. “huh-huh-huh” he started weeping pathetically as Queen Tifa’s cock gruelingly elongated his mouth.
SWAT “You don’t sound like a piggy.” Mistress Gina complained, spanking him. “Piggies don’t whine like little bitch cowards.” SMACK
“look at me bitch” commanded Queen Tifa above him. He obeyed again, meeting her eyes. “Snort like a piggy should”
“uh. hh. grrroink GLICK” he snorted through his tears as Queen Tifa deep-throated him again, cutting off his air and holding it there as Gina retracted, re-lubricated and thrust into him jarringly. They laughed, fist-bumping each other, and held him there, helpless and fully hilted at both ends like a cob of corn in ragged, excruciating, clenched, agony. 26:52… 26:51… 26:50… 26:49… 26:48, he glanced up at Queen Tifa again, she was leaning over him, kissing Mistress Gina passionately above him. He began to convulse for want of air. 26:43… 26:42…
“GLICK COUGH ahhhh gag PLEASE!” he begged horsely as they both withdrew and then “HORWCH GLICK” as they pounded forward again, impaling him pitilessly from both ends as they continued sloppily making out above him, ignoring his pleas for mercy. Although his cock throbbed in arousal, he found himself unable to focus on anything but the pain. His entire body rigid with tightness as they ripped and tore their way inside him. It was like trying to get off on being stabbed to death. He couldn’t retreat; couldn’t become piggy. Like a patient whose anesthesia has worn off halfway through surgery. He was awake, open and bleeding, but they just kept on cutting on his insides. They would spit-roast ravage him to death. 26:30… 26:29 They haven’t even begun he thought frantically. Soon the fucking would start in earnest. Their powerful hips pounding him from both ends…
As if hearing his thought Gina began rhythmically fucking his ass, and Tifa joined her, timing her thrusts so that he was ping-ponged back and fourth between them, the torrential pain overwhelmed him, and he quickly passed out.
SMACK “RISE AND SHINE PIGGIE” he was jarred back awake by a spank to the ass. 25:50, only 30 seconds had passed but the pain had subsided somewhat, involuntarily he began clenching up again has he bounced back and fourth between their brutal thrusts. As he clenched against it the pain grew until it was quickly unbearable again.
“HRRCH glick HRRR glick RHHRRRRRH glick” he felt something tear inside his hind-quarters as Mistress Gina forced herself through his clenching. He imagined her strap-on dripping with his blood. 25:45. He passed out again, drowning in pain.
SMACK 25:39 clench pass-out
SMACK 25:25 clench pass-out
SMACK 25:18 clench pass-out
SPLASH they’d evidently had some trouble waking him back up that time, and Tifa had pulled out of his mouth to smack his face with the wet sponge. A full minute had past, it was 24:20, and Brad felt cloudy; amorphous; absent. He couldn’t feel his arms and legs at all. His asshole and throat still hurt as the athletes continued ripping apart his insides, but the pain had numbed somewhat. It was the sensation of existing pain being aggravated rather than new pain being created. But even that had numbed somewhat. He felt not here. Neither awake, nor asleep, the world was opaque and surreal.
He looked at the clock again: 24:10. He could hear the obfuscated murmur of the co-eds chit-chatting above him, laughing and smacking his ass from either side like drums as they fucked him, but he couldn’t make out the words. There was a place inside his rectum. A place that felt pleasant when Mistress Gina bumped it with her dildo. Did he like being ass-fucked? Was this real or a dream? Did you pass out in dreams? He had passed out hadn’t he? When had he passed out? It was hard to think. Someone slapped his face. A high-pitched ringing filled his ears.
“thank you mistress” he heard himself say; Feeling his mouth being filled again; his body bucking back and fourth like a sack of meat between the co-ed athletes raping him. His body a thing other than himself. His voice a thing other than himself. His pain a thing other than himself. The lust in his nuts. The odd but pleasant sensation of Mistress Gina’s cock deep in his bowels. He looked for the clock again, but he couldn’t find it. Another splash of brilliant cold water.
“Still with us Piggy?”
“Yes mistress Gina” he heard himself say
“Ok you’re doing really well. How much longer are we going to fuck you?”
He searched for the clock, finding it this time. “fif-ah. Fifteen minutes.”
SMACK “we aren’t forgetting our manners are we?”
“AH! NO Queen Tifa” the pain was returning with his lucidity “Mistress Gina is going to fuck her piggy for another 15 minutes and FA! fourty seconds!” he managed as the stinging pain in his asshole and throat throbbed sharply back into focus for him. His asshole twitched and shuddered around Mistress Gina’s hard-plastic cock. His tortured knees slipped and slid, not even a close third now in terms of pain. He was so tired. He just wanted to sleep, he just wanted to pass out and never wake up again. Fifteen minutes. They were barely half-finished with him. “uh-uh-uh” he sobbed pitifully.
Queen Tifa’s merciless nails digging into his cheek as she forced his mouth around her cock and then thrust it back into his throat “mph. mph. mph.” he grunted as the Zeta’s pumped into him together now. Not in alternating thrusts like before, but synchronized, as if trying to rip through his insides and meet each other in the middle. They kissed sloppily, joking and laughing, fondling each other lovingly, slapping his back and ass brutally with flogging canes and their bare hands, slick with sweat but not breathing hard. The seconds ticked away. The smell of shit and lubricant. It must be his own he surmised.
He faded deeper; reality a blood-red smear of pain. They woke him several more times, but he couldn’t remain lucid for more than a few seconds. He stared, gape-mouthed at the clock as they fucked him, unable to make sense of the numbers, awake but absent. Neither Brad, nor piggy, but something more base. A vessel. A wounded, horny vessel. You’re a broken-minded slave Sir’s voice echoed in his head. That wasn’t so bad was it? There were worse things to be. More painful, more miserable things.
He jerked awake suddenly at the sensation of a hand stroking his hard-on. His eyes resolving on the clock. It was t-minus 10 minutes.
“That woke his broke-ass up” Tifa observed, kneeling in front of him, her sharp nails digging into his cheek again.
He blinked, looking down at himself. Mistress Gina was, in fact, stroking him from behind. She was giving him a reach-around as she ass-fucked, him he realized mortified. Of course his traitorous cock throbbed and dripped for her happily at the fondling. It’s OK. Piggies need to be molested and abused. My body knows the truth. Who had said that? Had he said that? Had he said that out loud?
“Mmm you likein that huh piggy” Queen Tifa asked, as if from a movie screen in front of him, wicked delight in her eyes at the sight of his humiliated realization. “ooh yeah, gettin off on that reach around huh? Lovin that cock up your asshole” her beautiful lips millimeters from his. He tingled. “Say it.” her voice echoed in his cavernous empty head.
“Yes.” he heard himself answer eagerly “Your -uh- piggie likes it Queen Tifa” he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the pain of the dildo ramming his ass, the warmth of her breath on his mouth, but he couldn’t feel his lips moving. How was he talking? “Your piggy loves Mistress Gina’s cock in-huh inside him. Please fuck your piggies throat Queen Tifa. Please. “
On the blurry movie screen in front of him, Tifa glanced up at Gina, exchanging a look Brad couldn’t interpret. “You know, you’re being a very good piggy. Much better than I expected, I’ll give you that. Have you learned your place?”
“Yuh -uh-. Yes Queen Tifa. This piggy -uh- knows his place” His voice answered euphorically
“What’s your place piggy?” Mistress Gina asked curiously from behind him
“This piggy is your cocksleeve Queen Tifa. Forever yours to fuck.” piggy gushed
Another look exchanged. Brad tried to say something, anything, but he couldn’t make his lips move.
“I’m going to give you a treat piggy. Would you like a treat?”
NO Brad screamed, “yes please mistress uh. uh.” his voice answered
“Ok. Here’s the deal, make me cum with your tongue in under 2 minutes, and we’ll let you rest for the next 8” Tifa stood, yanking off the strap-on and pulling down her yoga-pants, her curly public hair tickling his nose “How does that sound”
“Piggy wants to service you Mistress. Please!”
“Jesus” Gina chuckled as Tifa grabbed him by the hair, shoving her crotch into his face.
Piggy could feel it all, every last little bit of the pain and ecstasy, melting together into a rainbow of attention all for him. He welcomed the overwhelming bounty, and knowing it was more than he deserved, he worked extra hard to be worthy of it, manipulating his tongue lavishly over his queen’s hot wet sex, from the deep bottom of her, where her labia closed and her bountiful ass began, up to her clitorous and back down into her Vagina. He expertly followed her gasps and spasms, happy to be steered by her hands on the sides of his head. Grateful for Mistress Gina’s help, using the bouncing motion of her generous ass-fucking to pleasure Queen Tifa’s clit with his nose as he worked his tongue inside her in search of her g-spot.
“UHh fuck!” Tifa moaned, a short while later exquisitely shuddering in orgasm. “Motherfuck!” she slapped the side of piggy’s head. “AH he finished me! uh. uh.” She pumped her hips into his tongue, “AH yeah. He finished me already.” she gasped, sliding down into a sitting position in front of him as Gina pulled out of his ass. “Good piggy” Mistress Gina encouraged behind him as the world faded into a blood-red haze again.
He awoke to the sound of beeping, Queen Tifa had her yoga pants and strap-on back on again, and Mistress Gina stood behind her, kissing her neck and playing with her breasts beneath her shirt. The beeping was emanating from the timer, as it counted out the last 5 seconds of his 30 minute session.
Beep Beep Beep 30:00 the timer reset itself.
“Rest time over” Mistress Gina sang as the girls high-fived, switching places, Queen Tifa circling behind him and Mistress Gina cupping his chin in her hand thoughtfully. Initially confused, comprehension slowly dawned on him. Two girls. Two turns. They had him for a full hour. Mistress Gina smiled sumptuously down at him, as he began to weep uncontrollably.
“Mmmmm, whose my piggy?” Mistress Gina asked as he felt Queen Tifa squirt lube onto his sphincter. The tip of her prosthetic cock coming lightly to rest against his bloody, broken asshole.