The Pledge Brothers Part Three - free erotic gay stories on MaleDirectory
This was just weird, I thought. Patrick Baker, the object of my desire for the past two years in the fraternity house, was now suddenly, and quite completely, in total control of my body. Pat had a real dominating personality anyway, let alone sexually. Many guys in the frat house kind of had him pegged as an asshole. But something about his domineering and cocky attitude always turned me on. I always thought he had an intriguing quality about him of self assurance and confidence. I always saw through the cockiness, figured it was a show, and ignored it. Now, it turns out, he had been involved in the same type of perverted crap that I was as a kid, and was obviously very turned on, when I exposed myself as a willing playmate.
What kind of idiots are we to get off on this shit, I wondered. Here I was, stark naked, strung up from a tree next to a river bank, in the blackness of the night; and in the middle of nowhere, to boot. He could just pack up and leave me to be found by some fisherman, trolling down the river. Talk about your trust element. For someone who has never experienced this kind of activity, this may be hard to believe. I never once lost a bit of my stiff erection, during the several minutes in which I awaited his return. The anticipation is all part of the game.
Pat appeared with a flashlight from around the wild shrubs and out of the darkness. He was carrying a grocery sack, which was no longer filled with groceries. Instead, he had been to the truck, and to the tent conjuring up new ideas, creating makeshift sex toys, and filling the sack with his erotic surprises for me. He was still shirtless, but now wearing jeans, and basketball shoes. It seemed to add to the whole domination/submission thing, in my mind, with him in a state of partial dress. It made me feel more into my role of subservience, and he evidently felt the same way, in that regard.
Pat had a big grin on his face. "Dude, this is unfuckingreal." He laid the sack on the ground. "Do you have any idea how long I have fantasized about this day? I have planned this for a long time, in my dreams, but never thought in a million years you'd be into this shit. Sure, I suspected you were bi, but hell, Trevor, this is the icing on the cock..um I mean cake." he laughed.
"Have you ever been fucked?" he asked.
"Nope. I fucked my best friend from high school, one night, over at his college frat house, my freshman year. That was the last time I was with a dude. We had never done anything except a blowjob once, the summer before college. Then one night, after we returned from a rock concert, he wanted me to fuck him, and I did. I think he's paranoid, because it kind of changed our friendship and he's real distant now. But I never got fucked, myself. My friend in Jr High used to stick candles up my ass, when I was tied up, and he fucked me with those...but thats about the extent of anal stuff." I said, quickly realizing that I was giving him ideas.
"Well, Trevor, after I get done putting you through some hell here, I want to fuck you. I only fucked one dude, and that was along ass time ago, and you are hella hotter than him. So, after this is all over, I'm gonna take you back to the tent and I'm gonna fuck the hell out of that tight ass of yours. You don't have any qualms about that, do you, Brother Trevor? Not that I really care, I'm just curious." He said, ripping up my already tattered shorts, from our wrestling challenge.
"If anyone's gonna plow my ass, I'd want it to be you, Pat. So hell yeah! I just hope this shit doesn't make it awkward between us, from now on." I said, somewhat concerned it would hurt our friendship, as it had done with my high school pal, Mike. "Pat stood up, holding a joint to my lips, allowing me to take a deep drag. He took a drag himself, blew the smoke into my mouth, then reached down and stroked my cock several times.
"You have an awesome cock, Trevor. I wish mine was as big. What's cool is, I sorta have two cocks now. Mine, and now, yours. By the way, after today, I don't ever want to hear that you are sharing this with anyone but me....Got that?" he said lightly squeezing my testicles. "I'll do the same for you. As far as this changing things between us, yeah, things are changed, alright. But it'll be a change both of us will enjoy, in the future. What's awesome is, now I can tell Todd Behlman that I'm uncomfortable with him sucking me off, and that its gotta stop. What he doesn't have to know is, is that I now have you for that.
I will expect a blowjobs on a regular basis, whenever I want it. Hell, with you, I'll even return the favor, from time to time. Just not right now. Now, we just gotta get you trained to my standards." He said with a huge smile, complete with, perfectly white, straight teeth. I about melted. The anticipation was killing me. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me, and to feel his hard, throbbing cock enter my ass, and sense his hot load shooting inside of me. But that was going to be sometime off.
Pat took another drag, offered me one, and then blindfolded me with a strip of fabric from my own shorts. Suddenly, he was on a mission, and I was the primary target. "Okay Trevor, its party time!"
I heard the sound of a twig snapping behind me, and then silence. After a few moments, the silence was interrupted by the sound of of air being disturbed. It was a swishing sound, which ended promptly as the switch from the willow tree connected with my exposed ass.
"Crap, dude! What's up with that shit?" I yelled, recalling the times in Jr High, when my childhood friend and I would tie each other to the post in my parent's basement, and whip each other with pieces of Hot Wheels track. The pain here was nothing in comparison to that.
"Anything goes.....this wasn't on your list of boundaries... Besides, you can consider this your punishment for not telling me for two fucking years that you wanted my cock." Another swishing sound, this time stopped by my upper back. The stinging sensation was abrupt and immediate. Despite the burn, I was aware that Pat was holding back on his strength, positive that he could strike me much harder, had he desired. In a sense, I was relieved, knowing that he was keeping this game in perspective, and not out to do real harm. None-the-less I responded.
"Oww! Dude you are just as much to blame as me...you coulda told me you were bi!"
Swish......Another strike of the willow branch hit across my stretched out six-pack, stinging somewhat more than the first two.
"Silence, maggot! Keep bitching about this, I'll lay one across that hard cock, and dude that'll fuckin hurt. I got hit in the dick once like this...it hurt for days. So suck it up. How old are you now, Trevor? Birthday's in March right........twenty?" Pat seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, I thought. Someday, I would be sure to repay him for this.
"Yeah, I'm twenty! Fuck dude, oww!" Another strike, this time to my hamstrings.
"Great....that's four....there's sixteen to go. I remember how you disappeared from the house on your birthday. I'm just giving you what's due...only this is gonna sting a little more!" Swish........snap. Number five landed squarely on my chest. "Crap, I missed. I was trying to hit your nipples." Within seconds the 6th strike hit its target and stung my right tit.
Our frat house had a tradition that on your birthday, if you were caught around the house, you could get subjected to being paddled. But that was certainly tame compared to this, and usually only happened on the 21st birthday. Pat, however used it as a good excuse to inflict his wrath.
Another blow hit the ankle, which smarted more than any of the others, and I yelped again.
"Trevor, we ain't even halfway done. Stop acting like you hate this, your dick is so hard its trying to bust out of the skin." He said, as he drug the leafless willow branch across the head of my cock, causing my blood-engorged dick to twitch, involuntarily. "See, you like it.....maybe I should lay one right across that meat of yours."
"Fuck no, Pat...Serious, bro. Please don't." I plead, genuinely concerned that he would, and also worried that, in his state of mind, and under the influence, the circumstances might prevent him from having proper judgement. Probably a valid concern, as I was still tripping enough that I was seeing shapes and movement, in the shadows around us.
"Then just suck it up and take it...and I won't. In fact, hold on; I got something here that'll keep you quiet. Pat proceeded to tie a bandanna around the back of my head, and across my mouth. The fabric stretched the corners of my lips way back, forming a makeshift gag. "There ya go Trevorl....lind and speechless....perfect." Swish, snap, and one more blow, then another, and still another, to my reddened, tender ass. Finally, after twenty strikes, he said, "See that wasn't so bad, huh? Believe me, Trevor....that hurt you more than it hurt me." Then he busted out laughing. "Don't worry, ya big baby, I didn't even leave any welts. My buddy, Seth, used to lay into me when we were kids, so you just breath easy there, and be glad I was reserved."
I could hear him messing with something, and then, unexpectedly, I was inundated with the shock of water being thrown on me; though the water was relatively warm, the chill of the night air sent a shivers through my helpless body, as it became drenched from head to toe. Next, he drove two stakes into the ground, and tied my ankles to them, as far apart as the rope, that bound my outstretched arms to the tree, would allow; approximately two-feet. I felt the coldness of metal against my armpits as Pat used scissors to trim the hair, as short as he could. My chest was smooth save, save a few hairs around my nipples. Therefore, his attention was directed to my genital area, and again, I felt the coldness of metal against my skin, and now, my dick.
After meticulously trimming my body hair in close, I heard the sound of an aerosol can, then the feeling of a creamy substance lathering my armpits, nipples and crotch. I couldn't even put up the 'act' of resistance, as I was stretched out so tightly from the tree branch, to the stakes. After shaving my armpits and nipples, Pat worked his way to my cock, shaving what few hairs were on its shaft, warning me not to cum, and telling me it was in my best interest to hold very still. He then commenced to shave my balls. The sensation of being shaved down while blindfolded, was very intense, and judging from Pat's comments regarding the volume of precum present, I was very much aroused.
After ensuring my cock, balls, and ass were stripped of any remaining hair, he put down the disposable, in favor of an electric cordless. With this, he trimmed my leg and arm hairs to a mere quarter-inch, saying to me that he liked the leg hair very short, but not hairless. After a brief pause, another gush of water cascaded my already shivering body in order to 'rinse' me off, or so he said.
"Now it's time to stretch out those hot-ass balls of yours, Trevor. But since this is your first time, we're just gonna use light weight." I struggled to see what he was doing, but the blindfold was serving its purpose, very well. Pat cut a short length of small diameter rope from our minnow saining net. He tied it, rather tightly, around my balls and next to my hard shaft, looping it just above my tender nuts, several times. The result of which, caused my nuts to protrude. He let the other end of the rope drop to its full length, just about knee level, and tied it to a two and one-half pound dumbbell weight that he found in his Bronco. Seeing his handiwork, he reached up and began stroking my cock, faster and faster; the weight now swinging like a pendulum between my legs.
He must have sensed I was near climax and abruptly stopped stroking me, much to my disdain. But the next sensation, after much rustling around, was quite a shocker. Pat proceeded to shove several ice cubes, from our cooler, up my tight ass. This, followed by his finger, which was lubed with baby oil. The sensation of his finger rubbing against my prostate caused me to groan loudly, and my youthful body responded by pulling tightly against it's bonds. And just as I was getting accustomed to the incredible feeling of that stimulation, he pulled his finger out, and inserted more ice cubes. This was followed by, what I found out later to be, a large screwdriver handle. He used remaining strips of cloth from my shorts, and tied them to the metal shaft of the screwdriver, securing it, by tying the fabric around my thighs. This held the plastic handle in my ass, as a makeshift butplugg, trapping the cold water inside.
But he was far from finished with me. He took another ice cube and teased my body with it, rubbing my ears, my hard nipples and abs. I attempted to laugh beneath my gag, as the cold melting ice tickled me in a way I had never experienced. When one cube would melt, he would simply get another, continuing his 'ice torture,' as he called it. With a handful of ice cubes, he grasped my sensitive, swollen nuts, as they were being stretched out by his dumbbell weight, sending an incredible almost electric sensation up my spine. He then discarded all but a couple of the cubes, and stroked my rigid shaft and began to caress the sensitive head. The heat of my cock quickly melted the ice, and he simply replaced it with more. Rubbing my thighs and calves, the cold, tickling feeling continued. He ended his icy fun, by dumping a large mound of ice on each of my feet. It put a new meaning to having cold feet, that was for sure.
I began to smell the sweet aroma of marijuana, once again, as Pat relit the tiny roach of our last joint. After he finished, he took the roach clip and attached to my left nipple, thoughtfully putting a leaf in it for padding against the sharp teeth. He found a clothespin in his tackle box for my other nipple, and after attaching it to me, began to tug on it playfully.
His fun was distracted by something blowing around in the gentle wind. Leaving my shaven, naked body, hanging there, Pat went to investigate. My eyes were hidden behind the blindfold, and therefore, I was unaware of the huge satanic grin that appeared on Pat's face, and the diabolical look of joy as he reached for the object. Bending over, next to the stereo, Pat picked up the blue jay's feather that had been carried by the summer breeze.
Once again, Pat approached my splayed out, bondaged body. He ran his fingernail up my sides, and was clutching the blue, white, and grey feather, with his other hand.
"Wanna hear something funny, Trevor?"