invids1:You wanna play, bro…? The freshman pledge, a rookie on the wrestling team, had been f
invids1:You wanna play, bro…? The freshman pledge, a rookie on the wrestling team, had been flattered when his senior teammate, a brother in the fraternity, had taken an interest in him at the frat party–talking about the upcoming wrestling season, about how he was liking school, even joking with him about some of the sexual twists and turns he must have been experiencing now that he was on campus and finding out more about Coach’s demands. Like a big brother, he had even shared some of his own reactions to his first sessions with Coach, reassuring him that he shouldn’t worry–that he had come to the conclusion that it didn’t make him gay just because he was doing things with guys–things that he really started to like. It was just sex, and that’s all it had to be. Coach had already assigned Jake to a senior mentor–a muscular senior two weight classes above his–who seemed less interested in mentoring him than shoving his fat cock up Jake’s ass or down his throat without any real instructions–telling him the more he did it, the better he’d get at it. Jake so wished that this senior frat brother from the wrestling team could be his mentor.The party was winding down–brother’s heading off to wherever horny frat boys tend to wander off to after the party ends–some with girls on their arms and headed home with them to sorority houses, dorms and apartments, and some looking for even later night underground parties where anything was likely to happen. With his arm around Jake, giving his bicep a gentle squeeze, he leaned in to be sure that Jake could hear him over the still-loud party, “I’m going to head up to my room–third floor where the seniors live. I know you have to help the other pledges clean up down here after the party, but after that, I was hoping you might come up to play some eight-ball.”Jake had never been up to the third floor before–pledges weren’t allowed without an invitation. He knew there was a pool table in the basement rec room–in fact he had spent some time tied and bent over it while his ass was fucked as part of his regular hazing, so the third floor must be really nice if it had it’s own rec room or the bedrooms were so big that you could fit a pool table in one. Blushing just a little bit, probably from the few beers he’d managed to drink in between fetching beers and snacks for the party guests and probably from the bro-crush he was experiencing as the senior seemed to be taking him under his wing in ways his assigned mentor wasn’t.The senior’s pants were already off when an hour later the pledge entered the senior’s bedroom. Startled, he stopped. There wasn’t a pool table but there was his rookie teammate Mark hogtied on the floor his mouth stuffed with what looked like a sock–Mark who had been assigned to the senior for mentoring by Coach.“Go ahead and close and lock the door pledge–I don’t want to get interrupted.”He closes and turns the lock on the knob. Nervously, “Uhhhm … okay … I thought we were going to play pool?”“I didn’t say pool. I said Eight-ball,” holding a billiard ball up for Jake to see, and as Jake’s eyes grew accustomed to the dimmer, more indirect, lighting in the room he saw a number of billiard balls laying across the senior’s unmade bed. Looking at Mark who had a sheen of sweat on his body from the strain of bondage, Jake noticed something else–his ass was wetter, looks like smeared with some heavy coating of something (heavier than lube–Vaseline maybe?) and then his eyes came to rest on the open can of Crisco on the floor next to Mark. “You know, PLEDGE (emphasizing it in a way that made Jake realize the senior had never once said his name), the good thing about being a senior in the frat and an athlete, is that I get full access to my assigned rookie, but I also can do whatever I want with the pledges. In this case I get two rookie teammates to break in.” The rookie’s eyes grew even wider as he noticed the flexing and unflexing of Mark’s dimpled ass cheeks. Mark would grunt, the sound muffled by the sock shoved in his mouth, and Jake could see nearly every muscle in his body tense as his ass cheeks would part and a bright orange billiard ball coated in a sheen of heavy grease crowned–nearly pushed out– his body tense and straining, but the ball wouldn’t push past the tight ring. Eventually tiring, Mark’s body would go slack and the ball would get sucked right back in his ass as the tight ring of his hole closed around it. The senior, reached down and with a powerful open-handed slap against Mark’s ass cheeks, said, “Nice try, slut. You almost had it.”Jake stood there, not sure what to say or do.“Don’t look so afraid, pledge. Remember what I told you downstairs, it’s just sex. Pervy, kinky, nasty sex, but sex still the same.”Not quite accepting the reality of this moment, Jakes voice, softer and quivering, almost on the edge of tears: “But I thought you wanted to play pool …”“I told you pledge, Eight-ball. and now that you’re finely here the game can get started. This slut’s just got one ball up there and he hasn’t pushed it out yet. Let’s see how long it takes for me to get one worked into you and how long it will take you to push it out. And that’s just round one.”Jake still stands there, uncertain. “Let’s see. He’s slut. So, I think I’ll call you Piggy. Go on Piggy, STRIP.” -- source link