Things had been actually very quiet as far as assignments for FD Corp. I had to admit that I was a bit thankful. My assignments were becoming increasingly difficult and disturbing both physically and mentally. I had discussed this with Ms. Stone. It seems the majority of women involved in the ‘inappropriate behavior stress relief’ program were pleased that although I was co-operative and followed instructions, I was not what they referred to as a submissive.
Apparently a man with bit of resistance and attitude was far more arousing to deal with than a man whose will had been totally broken. I suppose that offered some consolation. FD Corp did not want me to become a spineless, whimpering submissive. I was glad that my masculinity would remain intact. I was, however, a bit disturbed. Face it; some of my assignments were becoming what I would have to describe as perverted. I was engaging in physical and sexual activities that I would never have imagined. What was worse was that I was finding these activities extremely arousing. Sometimes, after getting back to my dorm room I would masturbate while thinking about the session I just had.
On top of that, my normal sex life was suffering. Between my classes, workout and diet regime and FD Corp. assignments, I really had no social life. Sure I had time to grab an occasional burger or pizza with friends, but my dating life was non-existent. I had been subjected to so many kinky sexual situations that I was starting to wonder if I would ever have the desire for one-on-one vanilla sex again.
I tried not to let myself complain. My classes were going well. I was extremely fit and healthy. If I were walking or jogging around campus shirtless, both men and women stopped to give me lustful stares. I had always enjoyed going outdoors wearing as little as possible, but since my assignments with FD Corp. I sometimes wore loose sweats and baggy t-shirts. I was becoming increasingly shy about being skimpily dressed in public, which was not at all like me.
I had no real financial worries, (although I would have liked a bit more spending money). FD Corp had me on a tight enough leash so that I would continue to need to do these assignments and fulfill my contract.
Just as I was wondering what was next in store, my burner cell phone rang. Naturally it was Ms. Stone.
“Hello Randy, I hope you are well?”
“Sure thing Ms. Stone.”
“Glad to hear it. The powers that be are extremely pleased with your behavior during your assignments. I’m pleased to say that I have been able to recruit some other young men in other cities. Your actions have caused a lot of financial contributions.”
“That’s good I guess?”
“Yes, it’s very good. I called because I would like to ask a favor of you. This is not an official FD Corp. assignment, although it is the same kind of thing you have been doing. And it will be organized and observed by FD Corp. for your safety. However, you may refuse if you so desire.”
“Well, now I’m intrigued.” I felt my cock beginning to stir. “What’s the scene?”
“My old sorority wants to do a very special ‘prank’ for rush week.”
“A scene with sorority chicks, I mean girls?” I felt the flow of blood as my cock began to lengthen and stiffen.
“Yes. The sorority is Lambda Delta Mu. They want to stage a kidnapping of a male student, take him to the sorority house to dominate and humiliate him a bit.”
I was picturing a room full of nubile co-eds in cheerleader uniforms having their way with me. My cock was enjoying the idea and had reached full hardness.
“It actually sounds interesting.” Unconsciously, I began stroking my cock.
“This would mean a great deal to me personally. The house mother is a long time friend. Also I have a carrot to dangle in front of you to entice you to do the scene.”
“And what would that be?” If this involved more spending money I was definitely interested.
“If you take and complete this scene, FD Corp will start and begin funding an IRA for you. It will be in your name, not associated with FD Corp, so that you will always have it whether you eventually take a job with FD Corp or not. You can make contributions no matter what company you decide to work for. Of course, as long as you are under contract, FD Corp. will make regular contributions. This is in addition to your monthly stipend.”
It figures that I wasn’t going to get any more ready cash.
“I suppose it’s never too early to think about retirement funds. So what do I have to do?”
“I’m going to arrange for the house mother to meet with you and explain what they want to do. Her name is Victoria. Can you meet her on the quad in about an hour? She knows what you look like.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
I lay down on my bunk. As I imagined hot sorority chicks fondling me I felt my cock hardening in my sweatpants. I reached in and began beating off. I pulled off my t-shirt so that my free hand could trace the ‘cum gutters’ of my abs and tweak my nipples. I was getting very turned on. I almost forgot that I had a meeting to attend.
I got up, and remembering that I was probably supposed to be on display, dressed in some very loose and unlined running shorts and my running shoes. I decided to ‘freeball’ and not wear underwear. I also decided to go shirtless. I was a bit relieved to find that I wanted to make myself look sexually desirable and available. I could hardly wait to get at those hot sorority chicks.
I jogged over to the quad and looked around for someone who looked like a house mother. It was a warm day, and I was covered with a sheen of sweat. I spotted a table with a sun umbrella and sat down. I figured that Ms. Stone had described me, or that this house mother was among the women who had seen the videos of my exploits. I was looking absent mindedly around when I heard a voice.
“Randy, Randy Summers?”
I looked up to see a woman towering over me. I got up from my seat to shake hands. She was at least a foot taller than me, if not more. She was built like a female bodybuilder or wrestler, but not at all butch looking. She was very feminine with loose blonde hair and beautiful grey eyes. She was wearing a yellow silk blouse and a full green and yellow plaid skirt, dark hose and yellow spike heels.
I don’t like to sound misogynist, but her tits were spectacular. They were full, round and firm, like bowls. She was displaying delicious looking cleavage and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt blood rushing to my groin. I hoped that she had been among those women that the FD Corp had shown videos of my assignments. If I were going to be the captive of a sorority of amazons, bring it on!
“Hi Randy, I’m Victoria. I believe Ms. Stone mentioned that I wanted to talk to you?”
I shook hands and we both sat down. I was beginning to pitch a tent in my shorts. I don’t think I ever popped a woody so fast in my life. She was spectacular. I bet she could have crushed my skull between her breasts. What a way to go!
“Um, hello, I’m glad to meet you. So Ms. Stone mentioned that your sorority wants me to help with some kind of ceremony?”
“Yes, in a way. I’ve come here to tell you what we have in mind and to see if you would be willing to participate. Now that I see you in person, I’m really hoping that you will.”
She pulled her chair next to mine so that her leg was touching mine. Her perfume was heavy and rather intoxicating.
“I am kind of intrigued to find out what you want me to do.”
“First let me say that I am not a member of the faculty here or even the house mother for this chapter. I have been brought in to organize this ceremony and am not associated with this university.”
Her hand drifted to my thigh. I found myself staring at her cleavage. I wanted to dive my tongue between her magnificent breasts. I was feeling incredibly horny. I had never seen such a large and seemingly strong woman. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with a woman so much bigger and stronger than myself. Could I satisfy such a woman? The thought had my cock throbbing.
“The sorority is a small, select one and not well known. The letters are Lambda Delta Mu. Only a very few people know that this stands for ‘Ladies Dominate Men’. Our sisters reject the idea of male supremacy and believe that women are the equals of men in every way and in some ways their superior. Now don’t think that we are man-haters, in fact, quite the opposite. We like men and feel that they exist for our pleasure. Personally I love to look at beautiful men, to touch them, tease them, and sometimes overpower them.”
Her hand found its way under my shorts to my cock, which was now rock hard and standing straight up. Victoria smiled and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft.
“I see that the name ‘Randy’ suits you. Your hard-on has distracted me. Where was I? Oh yes. We feel that on occasion males must be taught humility in order to be on a more equal footing with females. This ceremony involves bondage and humiliation. It’s more theatrical than actual. You are so good at role playing that we hoped that knowing the point of the ceremony is for you to feel humiliated you will be able to react accordingly without being truly traumatized.”
It was a warm day and beads of sweat had formed on her breasts and were trickling down in to her cleavage. Her hand was still under my shorts and she was slowly and deliberately stroking my cock. People were passing by on the quad. I don’t think any of them could see what was happening under the table. As I mentioned earlier, I hadn’t had actual sex in quite a while and here I was getting a hand-job in public from a gorgeous Amazon.
“Am I making you nervous? This is deliciously inappropriate. I’m not squeezing too hard am I? I sometimes don’t know my own strength and I like a man that can take a bit of rough play.”
“Uh no, I’m OK.” Her grip felt as though she could easily tear my cock off or break it in half, but I didn’t want her to stop.
“You are more than OK! Your equipment feels as nice as it looks in the videos I’ve been allowed to view. Anyway, I want to tell you what I have in mind.”
Pre-cum had started leaking from my piss slit and Victoria was using it to lube my cock as she continued stroking with a very firm grip.
“Ideally I would like for you to be walking around campus and be ‘kidnapped’ by some of the sorority sisters. You will be given a very mild sedative to relax you, but you will be fully aware of what is happening. You will be taken to the sorority house and stripped of your clothing. You will be restrained and your body hair will be shaved.”
“Oh I don’t know, that sounds pretty kink…” She began pumping my cock a bit faster and harder. I was really sweating and my breathing was coming rapidly.
“Don’t worry. We won’t shave your head. Your hair is much too attractive. We have special cordless safety razors so that you can’t be cut or nicked. Each of the girls will take turns shaving various parts of you. I think you would look delicious with your body hair trimmed. You have just enough hair on your body that shaving you would still make a noticeable difference. It shouldn’t be any effort to shave you and the look should be very dramatic.”
She leaned in close, pressing her breasts against me and whispered.
“Have you ever had a woman shave you? I find it very erotic. I shave my husband. I like to keep his entire body baby smooth from head to toe. He finds the act of my shaving him very arousing. Afterwards we have ridiculously hot sex.”
The pre-cum was gushing out of my piss slit and running down my cock shaft and balls so that my crotch was drenched. She released her grip on my cock, took my hand and placed it up under her skirt to feel her moist panties. All I could do was shake my head ‘no’ in answer to her question. I couldn’t believe this was happening, right here in public on the quad. The experience was crazy hot! She continued whispering.
“After you are shaved, you will be coated with theatrical body make-up. The girls will write some words or phrases on your body with washable bath crayons. You will then be led outside across campus and back to your dorm.”
She again reached under my shorts and resumed stroking my still rock-hard and throbbing cock, stopping occasionally to tug at my pubic bush. I was breathing hard and I was drenched with sweat.
“I’ve seen pictures of your equipment. It would look even larger without pubic hair. I would be in charge of that area myself, if you like.”
I nodded. I was so turned on at this point that I would have stripped naked for her right on the quad.
“I brought one of the razors so that you could see what you’re getting in to”.
With her free hand, she produced the razor from her purse. I had seen things like this on TV. They were designed for women so as to be gentle. This kind was portable and battery operated and didn’t require water or shaving cream.
“I wanted to show you how these work so you would feel more comfortable. I’d ask you to stand up but I don’t think that’s a good idea right now”.
I looked down at my crotch. My dick was at full attention and a huge wet spot had formed on my running shorts.
“I have a thought, Randy”.
Once again Victoria released her grip on my cock. She pulled one leg of my shorts far up my thigh. I could see that her nipples were hard and straining against her blouse. I was mesmerized. She switched the razor on and gently stroked it along my upper thigh. The experience of being in public, Victoria stroking my cock, her talking dirty to me and her size and strength was insanely erotic. I fantasized what it would be like to be naked in front of her while she shaved my entire body. The vibration of the razor caused me to blow my wad before I realized what was happening.
“Oh…oh shit!” I blurted out.
“Oh dear, I hadn’t expected quite that reaction. What a waste of man juice. Personally I like to drink it.”
“I…I’m sorry…I…usually last a lot longer. Honest.”
“No need to apologize. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Here is my number. I hope that you will give it some thought. If today was any indication you will be ‘up’ for the task.”
“Um…yes…I…uh…will do that”.
“Hmm, you can’t get up and go back to the dorm with that huge cum stain on your shorts, although I imagine some of the co-eds would find it entertaining. Let me try something.”
She produced a large bottle of water from her purse. She opened it and proceeded to slowly pour it all over my running shorts. She poured the remainder over my head and down my torso just for good measure.
“There. Now you just look wet instead of cum stained.”
With that she walked away. I stood up and jogged back to my dorm room. Luckily my cock had deflated back to normal. I stripped off my shoes and wet shorts and sat on the bed. I looked down at my thigh. There was a large, smooth patch where my fine golden hair had been removed allowing my tan skin to show through. I went to the bathroom to look in the full length mirror. What would my body look like all smooth and hairless? Was I really going to let a group of girls do that to me? My stiffening cock told me that I would go through with this Sorority ceremony. As this wasn’t an actual FD Corp. assignment, I wondered if the possibility of having actual sex with Victoria existed.
The next day I called Victoria and told her that I was willing to go through with the ceremony.
“Oh Randy, that’s splendid! The girls will be so excited!”
“I just want you to know that although I’ve been doing some pretty extreme things for FD Corp. lately, I’ve never done anything like this. I hope I don’t freak out. I mean, I like you… a lot…and I’d like to do this for you.”
“You are luscious. I’ve read your profile and I know that you can handle this. And I will be there in charge of everything. I can tell you that my pussy likes you too…a lot. Touching you out on the quad made me very wet.”
“I’m sorry that I came so fast. Usually I last a lot longer. I guess being in public, what with you touching me and the razor and all…”
“Don’t worry about that. I have something in mind that should prevent you from coming prematurely. I’ll be sending you a package with some clothing and instructions. There is no need to contact me before the night of the ceremony. The thought of you doing this has me very worked up. My husband will reap the benefits.”
A few days later the package arrived. I was instructed to wear the clothes provided. I was to walk off campus to Sorority Row, which wasn’t very far. The route I was to take was through a quieter, less traveled neighborhood. And it would be very early in the morning. It would be a Friday since I had no classes that day. I would be ‘kidnapped’ and brought to the Sorority house and the ceremony would take place as Victoria described.
I looked through the box. There was a waiver for me to sign stating that I had agreed to be involved in a pledge week prank of my own free will and wasn’t really being kidnapped and that no real harm was allowed to come to me. I guess they had to cover their butts with the university as hazing was more and more frowned upon.
There was a small wallet type thing with a note that I could keep my ID and keys there. It had a strap that fit around my ankle. There was a pair of sneakers. They were white with an almost pearly finish. Then I saw the clothes I was to wear. There was a short sleeve t-shirt. It was white and sheer. I don’t know how to describe the fabric. It wasn’t a mesh or a fishnet but had a number of finger size holes all over. If it had been solid fabric they might have been polka dots. The pants were the same fabric. I figured that I had better try them on.
The shirt fit like a second skin. It was a deep V-neck showing off my pectoral cleavage. The arms were cut high to accentuate my biceps and triceps. The hem of the shirt came to just above my navel so that my ripped abs were revealed. The waistband was cut to just above the root of my cock and showed a bit of ass crack. The pants legs came to just under my calves, accentuating my leg muscles. The crotch was shaped as a pouch, holding my cock and balls and pushing them forward. As the fabric was so very sheer I was relieved that the crotch was lined so that my package couldn’t be seen. I’m glad this was to happen so early in the morning. Something bothered me about the fabric. It fit perfectly, molded to my every muscle, but felt almost fragile. I wondered if it would tear if I moved too quickly.
The appointed day came. I was both nervous and excited. I wanted Victoria’s hands on me. And I was hoping to get groped by some hot Sorority chicks. I was glad to be feeling manly again and to enjoy looking almost nude out in public. I disliked the way my assignments were sometimes making me feel shy and introverted.
The hour came. As I left the dorm the whole area felt oddly deserted. Well, it was still almost night time. I started off on the required route. The moon was full and very bright. In this white clothing I’m sure I could be seen a mile off.
As I walked along I thought I saw a figure behind some trees. Was this it? A figure in a white robe came forward, holding a lantern. I could see the letters Lambda Delta Mu on the robe. She, (I assumed it was one of the Sorority sisters) pointed the direction for me to proceed. This happened several times; a figure in a robe with a lantern pointing for me to continue. This whole thing was beginning to feel spooky. I heard something behind me. I turned around to see what looked like a van slowly following me. I figured this was it!
The van slowly came along side me, paused and then slowly continued on. Just as I thought that maybe this wasn’t it, the van stopped, the doors slid open and several white-robed figures jumped out and grasped my arms. I instinctively struggled to get free. Then a very tall figure emerged from the van and came toward me. I immediately recognized the perfume, it was Victoria. The other figures let go of me, Victoria spun me around, put one arm around my waist and lifted me off the ground. With the other hand she shoved a cloth in front of my mouth and nose. I struggled but found myself becoming drowsy. I blacked out.
As I started to regain my senses I opened my eyes and tried to look around. I found that I couldn’t move. I was able to raise my head enough to see that I was lying on what looked like a stone alter. It was narrow enough that my arms were shackled to the sides of this alter, and my legs were spread wide with my knees bent and my ankles also fastened to the alter.
I was still groggy so all I could manage to say was “Hey…wha…whas… goin…”
From behind me I heard female voices chant. “Lambda Delta Mu…Ladies Dominate Men…Lambda Delta Mu…LADIES DOMINATE MEN!”
I heard Victoria’s voice.
“Ladies, we have here a prime example of masculine beauty; the face of a movie star, the body of an Olympic athlete and the cock of a god. He is strapped to the alter of submission, helpless and available for our pleasure”
There were hoots and whistles from the group.
“Gaze upon him well, for his beauty is here for your enjoyment and amusement. But like all men he must be taught that his beauty exists for OUR pleasure, not his own!”
There were cheers from the group.
I squirmed to see if I could get loose. I tried to look around the room to see where I was. There was some kind of spotlight on me so that the rest of the room was in semi-darkness. I could only vaguely make out a number of white robed, hooded figures. Victoria continued.
“To teach him this lesson, we must first deprive him of his masculine trappings. He had the audacity to walk around campus in these clothes that made him seem almost nude, brazenly displaying himself to appease his own vanity. WHAT MUST WE DO?”
“STRIP HIM! STRIP HIM!”
With that, one of the hooded figures came forward. I couldn’t see her face; so much for my fantasy of hot Sorority chicks. She ran her hands along my torso giving my Pecs a firm squeeze. Then she put her finger in one of the holes in the fabric and ripped the shirt. A wild cheer went up from the group. This continued with each girl in turn sometimes squeezing, sometimes slapping parts of my body and making another tear in my clothing.
I was still fighting the grogginess. This whole scene was insane! I kept looking down at my body as more and more of me was revealed through the torn fabric. I wanted to cry out, but somehow I couldn’t even speak. I must be losing my mind, because with each tear made in my clothes I could feel my cock stirring to life. I was being rip-stripped by faceless, hooded female creatures and my cock…loved it!
I raised my head to see that my clothes had been almost entirely ripped away. All that remained was the bulging pouch at my crotch. The tallest hooded figure came forward. It had to be Victoria. She ran her hands all over my body. Then she leaned down and kissed me roughly on the mouth. My cock was throbbing, begging for release from it’s confinement in what was left of my pants. Victoria grabbed the pouch, squeezing and kneading my cock through the pouch.
“And now ladies let us reveal the ultimate symbol of masculine oppression!”
With one swift motion she ripped away what little had remained of my pants. I felt my whole body straining against my bonds. I desperately wanted to free myself from that alter and get the hell out of there. I looked down at my cock. It was at full mast and pre-cum was leaking from the slit. The crowd began chanting.
“SEX TOY! SEX TOY!
“Ladies, now he must be made to understand how society and fashion have suppressed and forced women to conform to masculine ideals. WHAT MUST WE DO?’
“SHAVE HIS MAN-FUR! SHAVE HIS MAN-FUR!”
Victoria came near my head and looked down at me. I tried to speak.
“Wha…whas goin on? Whas hapnn?
I didn’t get an answer. Victoria covered my mouth and nose with a cloth and I passed out.
When I came to my body felt strange. I felt as though I were hanging in mid air. My head felt funny; there was a slight pulling at my forehead and neck, and there was something in my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw myself. A large mirror had been placed in my view. My arms were stretched over my head and my wrists were fastened to some sort of pipe suspended from the ceiling. As I was able to focus I saw that my head looked bald! But Victoria had promised that they wouldn’t shave my head! I looked closer and realized that a bald cap had been placed on my head. I had seen these used in plays. The color was so close to my own skin tone that I looked bald.
The ‘something’ in my mouth looked like a bit that you would use in a horses mouth. It was white. I looked down at my feet. I was wearing the same pearly white shoes I had been given. My crotch didn’t feel right. My cock and balls felt squeezed and confined. I stared at that area in the mirror. I was wearing some kind of thong, but there was no pouch. In fact it looked as though I didn’t have a cock. It looked like a woman’s camel toe. IT LOOKED LIKE I HADE A PUSSY! I started freaking out, kicking and pulling to see if I could free my wrists. Victoria came into view.
“No need to panic Randy, your equipment is quite intact. This thong just holds your cock and balls in such a way that looks like pussy lips. To understand what women have suffered at the hands of men you must ‘walk a mile in her panties’, so to speak.”
She was tall enough that she could whisper in my ear even though I was suspended in air. As she spoke, she ran her hands up and down my body, lingering on the front of that bizarre thong.
“Seeing you like this has my panties soaked. Several of the girls have asked if they could finger themselves as they watch the ceremony. Isn’t that deliciously dirty? You said you wanted to do this. If you changed your mind tell me now, but seeing you this way has made me hot for you. I want to do things to you that Ms. Stone and the Sorority sisters don’t need to know about. Do you want to continue?”
I could feel my imprisoned cock trying to harden. I wanted her in the worst way. Through the bit gag I was able to say “Yeth” and nod my head.
“In case you were wondering, while you were unconscious I shaved your balls, ass crack and pubic bush so that we could fit you into this pussification thong. It wouldn’t fit if you had a hard-on. I had a wonderful time touching you and shaving you there. It made my clit throb. I would have preferred that you had been awake, to see your reaction but it was easier to shave you without a hard-on.”
I whimpered, but I wanted to continue. I wanted Victoria to do unspeakable things to me.
“Ladies, you see before you a prime specimen of the male sex. Note that even with all his hard earned muscles that he is restrained and helpless. For years men have demanded that women shave themselves to fit some archaic male ideal of femininity. So that he understands our plight we must do unto him what has been done to us. We have hidden his sex tool so that he may not strut and display himself. Now we must remove the last vestiges of masculine display. BRING FORTH THE CHALICE!”
Cheers erupted from the hooded figures. One of the figures produced a very large bowl decorated with nude Greek figures.
“One by one you will draw a slip of paper from the chalice which will tell you which area of his body to shave.”
One of the girls came forward and drew a slip from the bowl and read aloud.
“Right armpit!”
She came over to my strung up body. She lightly ran her fingernails along my chest and torso. The razor was produced and my right armpit was shaved smooth. Another girl drew ‘left front thigh’ and did the same as the girl before her. I was becoming frightened, not of this ceremony, but of myself. I was so sexually aroused that I wanted to be naked and hairless and hard in front of these girls. I wanted to fuck each of them while they were wearing their hooded robes, even if I couldn’t see their faces. I felt like an animal, a Greek Satyr lusting to be set loose among a group of maidens.
This continued until all of my exposed body had been shaved. Just as I was losing feeling in my arms, the pipe was lowered and my wrists were released from the pipe. My freedom was short-lived as my wrists were than handcuffed behind me. I heard Victoria address the sisters.
“With his man-fur gone and his golden, tanned muscles completely revealed he looks like an Olympian God. This will not serve to teach him humility. There is more we must do.”
“PAINT HIM! PAINT HIM!” the crowd shouted.
Victoria approached my first, carrying a small plastic bucket and a natural sea sponge. She whispered to me.
“This is just water-based theatrical body make-up.”
She gently applied it to my head, neck and face. When she finished the other girls took turns coating the rest of my body. Victoria addressed the group.
“Behold ladies a male without his arrogant masculinity on display!”
She moved aside so that I could get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was shocked at what I saw. I was completely white from head to toe including the bit gag, thong and shoes. What with the bald cap on, I indeed looked completely hairless and pale like some sort of freakish albino! The special thong did make it look as though I had a pussy instead of cock and balls. The spectacle was terrifying and yet wildly erotic. I wondered if the girls would come up and stroke my man-pussy. I felt my dick trying to stir within its confines. The make-up felt cool and wet on my skin, almost pleasurable. It also seemed to be drying very quickly.
“Ladies, we have one more task before we finish. He must be made to realize the ways in which men mistreat and demean women. You each have a bath crayon and have been given a word or phrase. You will one by one come and write that word or phrase on Randy’s body.”
There were wolf whistles and hoots from the group of hooded girls. The first girl came forward. Damn! The hoods obscured their faces and bodies. If any of them were hotties, I wasn’t able to tell.
“MEN ARE PIGS!” she called and wrote the word ‘pig’ on my chest. A second girl came forward.
“MEN ARE DOUCHES! She wrote ‘douche’ on my right thigh.
This continued for what seemed an eternity with each girl calling out a word and coming up to write it somewhere on my body. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was covered in this graffiti. Finally, Victoria came forth.
“MEN ARE PUSSIES!” She wrote that across my lower abs with an arrow pointing toward my crotch. Victoria produced a large white dog collar and leash and fastened it around my neck. The Sorority sisters lined up two by two with Victoria and myself at the rear and began marching toward the exit. I had to blink to adjust my eyes to the light. It was broad daylight, clear and sunny. We began processing along Sorority row toward the quad and my dorm.
Holy shit! I was still handcuffed, on a leash and being dragged across campus. The area wasn’t terribly crowded, but we passed enough students so that there were whistles, catcalls, laughter and name calling. A number of co-eds came up close to take photos with their cell phones. If my manly equipment had been on display I might have found this to be fun and a bit kinky, but wearing this weird pussy-thing made me feel truly humiliated. I wanted to run back to my dorm room and hide. I hoped that with the bald cap and white makeup no one could really recognize me.
The procession reached the dorm. A few of the girls went inside ahead of Victoria and me. Victoria tugged on the leash and pulled me inside. We stopped at the elevator. A hooded Sorority sister was standing there with a sign reading ‘Out Of Order’. Victoria pushed the button and dragged me inside the elevator. She pushed the button for my floor. The door opened, but we stayed in the elevator. The door closed and Victoria pulled the stop button and lowered her hood.
“Once we came inside we were no longer under the observation of FD Corp. Even though this wasn’t an official assignment for you Ms. Stone did ask that it be monitored for your safety. You look unbelievably hot this way. My pussy is throbbing.”
I groaned.
“I want a taste of your meat stick Randy and I intend to take it. If you want me to, say ‘yes’, if not, say ‘no’ and you may go to your dorm room.”
“Yeth…Yeth!” I nodded.
Victoria grabbed me under my arms and lifted me off the floor of the elevator. She quickly clamped her mouth on my right nipple and began licking and sucking.
“I love man-tits!” She began nibbling and biting. I squirmed to protest as her bits were a bit painful.
“I’ve seen some of your sessions Randy. I know you like it a little rough.”
She started teasing and tormenting my left nipple. Victoria then pinned me against the elevator wall and lifted me even higher. I had to bend my head so as not to hit the ceiling. She began licking the thong. I could feel my cock straining to get hard.
“It does look like you have a pussy! But it’s not pussy I want!”
She put me down and tore off the thong. My cock sprang forward, free to lengthen and harden. Victoria knelt down and took my hairless balls into her mouth, squeezing and kneading them with her tongue. In seconds my cock was rock-hard. She released my balls and began licking the area where my pubic bush used to be. The sensation was freakishly hot and had my cock throbbing.
“But I don’t kneel to any man!”
Victoria grabbed me and lifted me in her arms as though she were doing bicep curls with a barbell at the gym! My cock was at full mast as she brought it up to meet her mouth. In one movement she deep-throated me! The sensation of her saliva drooling over my hairless crotch and balls was driving me crazy! She pulled her mouth off of my cock.
“Delicious as I knew it would be.”
She continued attacking my cock in a frenzy, licking, nibbling and sucking my cock while grunting and spitting. I don’t know how she was able to lift me so high and hold me for so long. I could feel the orgasm rising as my balls tightened. Victoria must have felt it as well and she put me down and on my feet. She pushed me against the wall, knelt down and spread my legs, putting one over each of her shoulders and proceeded to lift me again!.
With one swift move she had deep-throated me again! I swear her throat muscles were massaging my cock! Victoria pulled her mouth off of me and then began tonguing my piss slit. It felt as though she were trying to thrust her tongue inside my cock. She started nibbling and scraping my mushroom cock head with her teeth. I didn’t know that a woman could be this physically powerful.
“Unfff…Unfff.” Was all I managed to say.
She was teasing my cock to that fine line between pleasure and pain. It hurt. I should have tried to make her stop but I couldn’t. I’ve never felt anything so intense. I thought that she might literally eat my cock and I loved it! I was in a daze. I don’t know how much time passed. I finally felt the orgasm rising. My whole body shook as three huge spurts of cum shot down her throat. Victoria moaned with delight. I thought that she would release her mouths hold on my cock, but she continued slurping and sucking, trying to drain every last drop. I am very sensitive after cumming so this was actually painful enough that I wanted her to stop. After what seemed like eternity she released my cock from her mouth’s grip and put me down.
“I’ve wanted that since the first time I saw the videos of your sessions. I want more in the future. Ms. Stone said that you could do private gigs as long as they don’t interfere with your FD assignments.”
She reached down and grasped my shockingly still hard cock.
“If I call you for a private session, would you be willing?”
I was too tired to speak so I nodded.
Victoria released the elevator stop button and the doors opened on my floor. There was a hooded Sorority sister there holding an ‘Out of Order’ sign. Had they been stationed on every floor? Victoria raised her hood and led me by the leash to the door of my room. If there were students in the hallway, I was too dazed to care.
“The key to your room and the key to the handcuffs are in your ankle wallet.”
With that, both she and the Sorority sister turned and left. I was locked outside my dorm room, nude, covered in white body makeup and graffiti with a still raging boner. I managed to bend over so that I could slip my arms around my feet and in front of me. Now I could grab the keys from the ankle wallet. I unlocked my door and hurried inside. Then I fished out the key to the handcuffs and unlocked my wrists. I dashed to the bathroom. I had to look in the mirror to get a good look at what had been done to me.
I didn’t recognize myself. I ran my hands along my body. It didn’t feel like me. Every part of me was baby smooth. I was ghost pale with nasty words scrawled all over me. I should have felt shocked or revolted and yet my cock was so hard it almost hurt. I was mesmerized by the specter in the mirror. Almost without realizing I grabbed my cock with both hands and started stroking. I heard a noise at my door. I looked to find that an envelope had been slid underneath. I opened it and out fell a number of crisp bills in very large denominations. I don’t think that I had ever seen so much cash at one time. It had to be from Victoria.
I felt both dirty and aroused at the same time. I had wanted money. I had wanted sex. I wanted a lot more of both. I went to my nightstand drawer to retrieve my bottle of poppers. I knelt down, close to the cash. I grabbed one of the bills and wrapped it around my cock. As I stroked my throbbing member with one hand, I used the other hand to take a hit of the poppers. The second the head rush hit I blew a big, wet wad over the cash on the floor.
When I came to my senses I ran back to the bathroom. I tugged at the edges of the bald cap. It peeled off with very little effort. The hair on my head had been untouched. I showered for a very long time. As I toweled off, I gazed at myself in the mirror again. Without body hair every cut of tanned muscle was clearly displayed. Even soft, my cock looked obscenely large.
I gathered up the money and hid it in my nightstand. I would decide what to do with it later. I had a fitful night, awakened several times by powerful wet dreams and cum-soaked sheets. Ms. Stone needn’t worry if she was whoring me out. I was doing that to myself.