I could not believe my situation. Here I was: Butt naked, hands cuffed behind my
back, blindfold over my eyes, and my cock and balls were trapped in a penis stockade. Not
just any penis stockade. A stockade with a purpose. It was also a penis guillotine,
designed for slicing off a guy's most prized possession. Here I was: Cock Slave Ray,
about to become Worker Slave Ray.
It all started off about three weeks ago on a Friday night after the end of my
college semester exams. That’s when two of my college fraternity friends, Tim and Roger,
and I were partying hearty after another Final's Week had come to an end. We were all
students at a small, liberal arts college located along the northern coast of Florida.
Almost everyone at our college was heading home for the holidays, but the three of us
decided to tie one on and get smashed, delaying our departure for a day or two.
Our fraternity was not one of the elitist ones – but not a group of geeks either.
With a couple of exceptions, we were all normal guys. Not rich, not model material, not
jocks, and not nerds either. None of us would ever be featured in Sports Illustrated or
GQ – or Popular Science -- magazines.
Most of us were from working class families. But, there were a few who were
members only because their fathers were rich alums. Brainy nerds who had no real social
skills. These nerds were our ‘whipping boys’. They were the subject of many practical
jokes and more. They were normally treated like pledges, even though all were active
members.
We were also one of the more notorious frat houses on campus. Kind of like the one
featured in the movie, ‘Animal House’. Only, we were nicknamed ‘The Nudist Colony’
because of our tradition of requiring all of our pledges to be totally naked whenever in
the house. By tradition they had to be totally naked no matter who was visiting. That
also included our weekly Saturday night parties. At these events, the pledges basically
were naked servants to all in attendance.
We also had another rather unique feature for any college located in the heart of
‘Red Neck’ country. Almost all of us enjoyed the kinky side of sexual activities. Some
of us were bisexual, while others were simply perverts. Don’t get me wrong. We all
appreciate and love any creature sporting tits and pussies. We all believe that there is
no such thing as an ugly pussy. Just some are more beautiful than others.
But, we also have been known to enjoy an occasional male to male blowjob from time
to time. And one of the duties of our pledges was to provide BJs on demand. We all had
to give them when we were pledges, and expected to receive them now that we were in
control.
Our frat house usually stayed open during the holidays in case any of the members
wanted to remain on campus. But, not this year. The frat house was officially closed for
remodeling during the holidays. So we were celebrating our Finals Week victories at a
local public bar, and were scheduled to leave town the next day or two.
About one or so in the morning, when we were pretty drunk, three members of the
most notorious sorority on campus walked into the bar – Sharon, Joyce, and Kathy. They
also were pretty drunk, and we could see some of the locals eyeing them. If they only
knew these girls like we did. We quickly rescued them from who knows what and invited
them to join us at our table.
All three of these girls were members of the female version of our fraternity.
Only their sorority was better known as the ‘Whore House’. Like us, none of these girls
would ever be considered debutantes. None were cheerleaders nor would ever be featured on
the TV show ‘America’s Next Top Model’. But, they weren’t ugly either. Just average
looking girls. Most were from middle class, working families, too.
As campus rumors have it, many, if not all, of the ‘Whore House’ members were
paying for their education by working as part-time escorts. That’s right. Rumors had it
that members of the sorority nicknamed the ‘Whore House’ actually were part time whores.
I don’t know if the rumors were true, for none of the girls in question ever publicly
admitted nor denied the rumors.
In fact, I think that some of them enjoyed the notoriety associated with belonging
to a sorority nicknamed the ‘Whore House’. And unless they pissed off a ‘John’, no one
would ever know. After all, most college girls gave it away nightly. These girls were
simply using their bodies to financially further their education
But I do know for a fact that these three were all very sexually active and enjoyed
activities that were considered kinky in nature. Especially Sharon. That broad has one
sick, twisted mind. And she really knows how to fuck. She knows how to ride a guy
forever -- or until his cock is exhausted and too sore to continue.
By the time ‘Last Call!’ arrived, there many 'Dead Soldiers' littering our table.
Just as we were about to leave, Herbert, one of our house nerds, straggled into the bar –
equally drunk. He wanted to join our party. Now my friends and I were not interested in
any male to male fun tonight. Especially since we were enjoying the company of three of
the hottest, more infamous girls from the ‘Whore House’ – and all three were drunk, horny,
and ready to fuck.
But where? Our house was now closed for remodeling. None of us had any money for
motels. The girls said that they were not allowed to entertain ‘gentlemen’ in their rooms
at the ‘Whore House’. But, we also did not want our nerdy frat brother to spoil our
potential fun. So we were about to tell him to go fuck himself when Herbert suggested the
perfect solution to our dilemma -- that we move our party to his dad’s sailboat. Or, more
accurately, his father’s sailing yacht.
Herbert was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he loved to remind others of
his father’s large fortune. Since we were all still very much in the party mood (i.e.
drunk and horny), we accepted his offer and staggered down to the harbor. Once aboard the
yacht, Herbert suggested that we set sail just to get away from the local yokels. (The
red neck cops in our town had a reputation for disliking the college crowd -- even though
the college was the town’s main income).
Of course, none of us were sober enough to realize how dangerous it would be to set
sail in the middle of the night while totally drunk. We just wanted to keep the party
hopping, and Herbert’s idea sounded like a good one at the time. So, there we were –
seven drunks sailing off into the moonlight. A recipe for disaster. Especially since
Herbert – who probably was the most drunk of us all -- was the only experienced sailor in
the group.
But too drunk to know any better, we continued to party as the shoreline slowly
disappeared behind us. Now that we were out of sight from shore and no other boats were
in the vicinity, my best friend, Roger, the alpha male leader of our pack, decided that it
was time to make use of the three ‘ladies’ assets.
First, Roger ordered Herbert to strip. Once he was naked, Herbert was ordered to
man the helm in the rear of the boat and stay there no matter what happened. Roger also
told Herbert that if he disobeyed, he would personally throw him overboard. Of course, if
Roger had done that we would have lost our only experienced sailor. But, again, we were
all too drunk to think with our big heads. Our little heads were in control.
Next, Roger came forward and pointed to the three girls. “Strip the whores, and
paint their faces with cum!” he yelled to Tim and me.
Too drunk to know any better, we quickly descended upon our three female friends,
stripped them of their clothes, and tied their hands behind their backs. To insure that
they would remain naked, we threw all their clothing (along with Herbert’s) overboard. We
then forced all three to their knees and told them that they were to give each of us
blowjobs or they would be joining their clothes in the ocean. The fact that this could be
considered abuse never entered our minds. Again, our little heads were in control of our
actions.
After stripping and binding all the girls, Tim, Roger and I each took control of
one of the three victims (?). Roger grabbed the most notorious of the group, Sharon,
while Tim forced himself on Joyce and I immediately told Kathy to suck my cock and make it
good unless she wanted to go skinny-dipping in the North Atlantic. Naturally, she was
still sober enough to know that she would never make it back to shore in the
shark-infested waters with her hands tied behind her back.
As I moved my rock hard cock towards her face, she quickly leaned forward and
extended her tongue and gave the bottom of my cock a long, very sensual lick. I looked
down and saw that her tongue was extremely long. She must be very popular with all the
girls in her sorority. She was licking the bottom of my member like a lollypop – a
sensual massage tongue bath. It felt great!
Kathy then looked up at me with an evil grin on her face. Just as she seductively
closed her ruby red lips around my now enlarged cock, I looked over to see Roger take
another rope and attach it to the one already binding Sharon’s wrists behind her back. He
then led her over to stand directly under one of the sailboat’s horizontal masts. Next he
tossed the rope over the horizontal mast and pulled her arms upwards behind her back.
This forced Sharon to bend at the waist, lowering her head to waist height and also
exposing her pussy asshole to us all.
“I haven’t had any pussy for a week now, and I’m horny,” Roger announced to
everyone. “So, all three of this bitch’s holes are mine for tonight.” After making that
announcement, Roger aimed his now erect cock at Sharon’s asshole and plunged forward. We
all were waiting for her to scream. After all, she was getting her ass fucked without any
lube. But, instead she seemed to be enjoying having her asshole dry fucked. (Later I
learned that she was not getting her ass fucked dry, for she had lubed up before leaving
the sorority earlier in the evening in anticipation of some anal action.)
As Roger continued to fuck Sharon’s ass, suddenly it looked like a great idea. We
were all drunk enough to allow our little heads take complete control of our minds. Of
course, the old rule that ‘They always look better at closing time!’ was now in effect.
So, Tim and I also led Kathy and Joyce over to the horizontal mast and pulled their
tied arms upwards behind their backs. Now all three girls were forced to bend at the
waist, with their arms pulled upwards and their pussies and assholes totally exposed for
all to see and use. Eventually each of the three girls would have her mouth, pussy, and
asshole filled with our cocks and cum – and more than once.
There I was, plunging my cock in and out of Kathy’s asshole -- and enjoying every
moment of the experience. It, too, was wet, so I figured that I was getting ‘sloppy
seconds’. But, I didn’t care. It felt great. As I was thrusting in and out, I also was
playing with her big tits. She was a very unique girl. She only stood about 5’2 tall
with about 25” waist, but she had a huge rack. All natural. About 38DDs. No silicon
here.
As I continued to thrust my big cock into and out of her asshole, she told me to
pull and twist on her nipples.
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