I stand in front of the blond god, all six foot two inches of him.
He sprawls in his deep brown leather couch, his muscular legs splayed wide open, displaying a firm bulge in between. The tight denim of his jeans encases this bulge like a wrapper around a rapidly expanding balloon.
“So you’re Gia,” he drawls.
“Gina,” I timidly correct him. “Gina Wesley.”
“How long have you been at Gifford, Gia Wesley?”
He unnerves me, this gorgeous Adonis in his straining Levis and white wife-beater. His eyes are a remarkable blue. His nose would have graced a CK ad. His lips . . . I don’t even want to think of his lips. And right now, he’s the only thing standing between me and my acceptance into Phi Kappa Omega.
“Two months,” I softly say.
“Two months!” He laughs heartily, flashing white teeth. “Two months, and you want to get in?”
I cringe before him. Everyone told me it was futile, useless. They would never accept me – not at this stage.
What’s my bug about getting into Phi Kappa Omega?
Well, it’s the club of all clubs at Gifford. Enter, and it’s an instant passport to a lucrative career after college. Job offers flow your way like tap water from a burst pipe. Their network promises you extensive contacts from Minnesota to Peru. My sister, Karyn, was a senior before she finally got accepted, and here I am – a freshman – trying for the greatest club Gifford has ever known.
A freshman!
Imagine me trumping Karyn by a good three years. She’ll never live it down during Thanksgiving!
“You are whatever I call you,” the god says, tipping his head back to gaze at me out of narrowed eyes.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
A slow grin spreads across his generous lips. “Nah. Not sir. I’ll teach you to call me master.”
“Yes, master.” I swallow. Karyn did hint at a lengthy ‘initiation’ process. She wasn’t too specific about it, only that it was “something you’ll have to find out for yourself”, a phrase she often delivers with a ghost of an uneasy smile.
The blond god’s name is Max Devlin, but I’m not allowed to call him Max.
“How far are you willing to go to enter Phi Kappa Omega, Gia?”
My hands are nervously wringing themselves in front of the pink baby doll dress I’m wearing.
“Anything it takes, if it pleases you, master,” I whisper.
I wonder if he can tell that I’ve put on fresh panties for this occasion. They’re white, lacy and wonderfully girly. But those were his instructions – conveyed to me before this fortuitous meeting. “Dress like a little party princess.”
“Good,” he says, folding his hands behind his marvelous head. His blond hair is cropped short, the way I imagine Apollo’s, Greek god of the sun, would be. “Now slide off your panties. Real slow.”
Gulping, I hasten to obey him. Part of me had expected this.
My trembling fingers creep under the hem of my baby doll dress. The frilly skirt is so short that the tops of my thighs are almost showing. My thumbs dig into the thin fabric of my new panties. As my hem flutters up, I swear he can catch a glimpse of my crotch – which is now leaking like a creamy sundae fountain onto that little cotton scrap.
I ease my panties off slowly, taking care not to let the hem of my skirt ride up again. They fall around my ankles in a miniscule string. My nether lips are throbbing around the little moist kernel of my clit, and copious juices are flooding my entire pussy in a warm, wet tide.
“Very good. I can tell we’re going to get along here,” he says.
I step out of my panties, teetering in my two-inch pink heels. Those were a requirement by Max Devlin as well. He stares at the area between my legs, hidden only by the fall of lacy pink chiffon.
Gathering his magnificent long torso, he abruptly rises from the couch.
He says but one word, “Come.”
He strides off to the direction of the bathroom without looking at me.
Flustered, I debate whether to gather the forlorn little heap of my wet panties, but hastily decide against it. Max Devlin is not a man who likes to be kept waiting, I’ve been told. I hurry after him in my heels, taking not to trip over them. A little breeze trails in from the open window and lifts my skirt to reveal the shoal of my buttocks. Bashfully, I hold my dress down.
The bathroom is wide, with a porcelain bathtub, toilet and sink, and a most unusual feature to be found in a college house – a bidet.
Max turns to me suddenly. I almost bundle into his rock hard body, but stop myself in time. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the sink – wild mahogany hair tumbling all over my shoulders, anxious green eyes, the tops of my breasts peeking out of the low frilly neckline of my baby doll dress.
“In a rush, are we?” he teases.
“No.” I gasp.
His eyes harden into flints. “No, who?”
“No, master.”
He is standing very close to me, so close that if I take one step forward, I would slam against his chest. His arm muscles are magnificently contoured and his bronzed skin is silky smooth and tight. I wonder how he would look like oiled. I can smell the sweet scent of his aftershave, mingled with sweat. Goose bumps gather on the backs of my thighs.
He seizes my right wrist and holds it up. “Would you do everything I tell you to?”
“Yes, master.”
His grasp on my flesh is tight. I feel tears springing to my eyes.
“Good,” he says.
My knees are starting to buckle. He jerks his sculptured chin to the direction of the bidet.
“Now go over there and squat on the rim.”
He lets go of me as abruptly as he has seized me. I almost fall backward, but regain my balance in time. My thumping heart is in my throat. It would not do to appear graceless in front of Max Devlin.
I trot to the bidet, studying the bewildering array of taps and nozzles circling its perimeter and dotting the generous bowl. It is complex, I decide, more torture instrument than sanitary device. The rim is fairly wide with the seat down; through it would be precarious to balance upon it on my heels.
Devlin rasps, “What are you waiting for, freshman?”
Warmth floods my cheeks as I climb onto the bidet. It is easier to sit upon it first, my bare buttocks circling its oval aperture, and then to gingerly hoist my slipper-shod feet onto its broad seat. I’m terrified of appearing clumsy. Devlin never takes his eyes off my crotch, revealed now and then – I’m sure – by the betraying hem of my short, short dress. A flush suffuses my breasts and spreads all the way down to my belly.
I finally face him – eyes downcast and cheeks aflame – in my squatting position. My legs are wide apart. My dress has ridden up my thighs to reveal the shaven area between them. My wet pussy lips are finally exposed to Devlin’s hot gaze. My slender nub throbs and quivers in cool air of the bathroom. The moist hole of my vulva gapes above the deep basin of the bidet, and just behind it, separated by only a thin sliver of flesh, my anus puckers wide open.
I feel vulnerable and displayed.
From the intensity of his blazing blue eyes, Devlin does not find me wanting.
He scrutinizes my very open and burning pussy lips. My juices are beginning to flow again in a never-ending stream, trickling from the trembling and oh-so-soft opening of my vagina down the fragile skin to the rim of my anus. I wonder if he can see how wet I am. How ready.
Devlin removes off his wife-beater in a slow, languorous movement. Peeling it off his stomach, he rips it off his head and tosses it aside. It falls onto the bathroom tiles in a crumpled heap. His stomach is ripped in a classical six-pack and tapered to a ‘V’ before flaring out again to his slender hips. Devlin swims for Gifford, I am told.
His hands begin to undo the bronze buttons on his Levis, pausing at the second one. He’s not wearing underwear. A tangle of damp blond curls plays peek-a-boo as the fly of his jeans is pushed apart by his bulging flesh. When he unfastens the third button, his straining cock – magnificent, pulsing and oh-so-tumescent – springs up immediately to raise its purple head above its denim prison.
Oh! I almost gasp in dismay. His cock is huge! It’s over eight inches long, I swear, and thicker than it has a right to be. Thicker than fat salami hanging from a meat store. Thicker than what my mouth can comfortably take.
How will my tight, tight pussy – penetrated only several times in fumbling backseat gropings, and that by the rather thin cock of Barry Mancini, my boyfriend back in high school – take Devlin’s supersized organ?
Devlin lets his jeans slide off his well-muscled legs in a rush. He steps out of them, fully naked. If he’s aware of my frantic misgivings, he doesn’t let on. I suspect he doesn’t care.
He moves towards me. Unhurried. His eyes take in the mounds of my breasts. He stands before me – a Greek god. In my uncomfortable tottering posture, his cock is at the level of my breasts. It points at my cleavage like a large, accusing finger.
“Raise your arms,” Devlin commands.
I do so slowly, fearful that I may fall from a sudden shift of balance. Devlin pinches the fabric of my baby doll dress and tugs it off my chest. The chiffon threatens to get caught at my jaw. I’m aware – in my cloud of pink cloth softness – that my breasts are now revealed to Devlin. I have always been rather proud of my firm, medium-sized breasts. “Virginal tits,” Karyn calls them.
Devlin pauses, in no rush to slide the dress off my head. For a panicked moment, I wonder if he intends to leave me in my blinded, fragile position – my arms upraised, head trapped in a chiffon tangle. My nipples pucker in the sudden cold. My areolas have always been large in proportion to my breasts. I wonder if Devlin thinks they are oversized.
I feel a warm hand on the under-curve of my right breast. It squeezes – not gently.
“Nice,” Devlin murmurs.
His hand moves to my left breast, cupping my turgid nipple. He pinches it roughly.
I gasp.
“Nice, huge nipples you have. Wait till you see what I have in store for you.”
His palm grazes my buttocks, passes fleetingly over the wet, wet leaking tap that is the entrance of my vagina. I expect him to linger there, prize open my melting hot pussy lips. But he doesn’t. I feel a tug on my head and my entire dress comes off. Freedom! I can see again, breathe in the cool air of the damp bathroom. Watery, air freshener smells permeate my nostrils.
Devlin is beside me, his hand casually placed on the small of my back, just above the cleavage of my white buttocks.
“Stay here and don’t move.”
“Yes, master.” The undersides of my thighs are beginning to ache.
I watch as Devlin strides to the mirrored cabinet above the sink. He has nice, firm buttocks. No trace of a flab on them. Swimmer’s buttocks. His back is just as toned, as are the rippling muscles of his thighs. The back of his neck wears a light golden sheen.
He opens the door of the cabinet and removes something from the inside. As his back is to me, I cannot see what they are. Surreptitiously, I shift my right leg so that the heel digs firmly into the slight depression of the bidet seat.
“I said don’t move.”
I freeze. Could he have heard me?
“I’m sorry, master.”
He turns. In his palms are several metallic objects that catch the sunlight from the bathroom window.
My alarm rises as he walks back to me again, his swollen cock bouncing with every step.
Devlin stands before me again, palms splayed.
“Observe these,” he says.
In wonder, I behold the shiny objects. They are metal clamps – eight of them, jostling against one another in the creased flesh of his cupped large hands. Two of them are seashell-like in design while the rest remind me of small paper clips – the kind used to hold reams of officious paper from the dean’s office.
A shudder runs deep within me, commencing from my neck down to my groin. My tongue withers ever so slightly.
“Please . . . master.” I blink away the sudden tears in my eyes.
“Yes?” He observes my face. He is watchful, waiting.
“Please . . . don’t hurt me.”
“But discipline and humiliation are essential for your initiation.” His words are slow, carefully enunciated as though to make sure I understand every syllable. “I did ask you how far you are willing to go to enter Phi Kappa Omega. You said ‘anything’. If you want me to drop this right now, say but the word, and you’re free to go.”
I lick my dry lips. Had Karyn gone through this? If he drops this right now, I’ll never get the chance to enter the elite of the college elite. All my dreams gone to dust. No. That is not an option. I must grind my teeth and bear it.
“No, master,” I softly say, “I don’t want to go.”
“Then stay still.”
He kneels before my open legs. I can’t see my quivering vaginal lips but for the swell of my breasts. I have to struggle to keep my legs wide apart because every instinct warns me to close them. I can feel Devlin’s coarse thumb and finger peeling my right outer pussy lip from its sticky tether of my clitoris. The cold metal clamp seizes my skin, gathers the tender flesh of my labia and squeezes it firmly and intimately.
There is no pain – only an intense pressure. It’s chilly and it floods me immediately, sends a wave of dizzying pleasure up my groin and belly.
I gasp.
Devlin takes no notice. He repeats this with my left pussy lip, nudging the hot nub of my clit ever so carelessly. A paroxysm of intense sensation once again assaults me. I can feel the juices from my pussy pooling into a large drop that is hanging precariously from the tip of my vulva.
I am now clamped and spread apart – cold metal dividing hot flesh.
But Devlin doesn’t stop. He places two more clamps on either pussy lip. The clamps are not superficially placed either – they bite deep, snaring a large portion of my pussy flesh so that their tips graze the soft sides of my clit. The sharp intake of my breath sucks in my abdomen and causes the clamps to rub against one another in a low, clicking sound.
Devlin’s searing gaze meets mine.
“Punishment,” he says, “is often necessary for the soul.”
My lips part and my tongue dries as his finger runs up and down the tortured and wrinkled ribbon of flesh that is my clit. The pleasure begins to build again and I can’t stop a moan from escaping my throat. The moan turns into a cry as he suddenly plunges two fingers into the warm, wet tunnel of my vagina. Those two fingers probe and fill me, and attempt to stretch my walls.
“You are very tight. That’s good.”
He withdraws his fingers and lifts them to his nose to imbibe their lush, earthy smell. Then he raises those fingers to my lips.
“Open your mouth.”
I obey.
“Suck them.”
I take those two wet fingers into my mouth and curl my tongue around them. I suck, tasting my own womanly paste.
Devlin pulls out his fingers.
“Good girl.”
He stands up, his stiff cock with its angry purple head once again coming level with my nipples. How I long to run my tongue over that bulbous head with its prominent vein, but he ignores my hungry, grasping mouth.
“Let’s see how you do with humiliation. Don’t move.”
He seizes the tip of his huge cock and aims in at my open, vandalized pussy. Before I can cry out, a stream of warm urine sails out and hits my hot clit and imprisoned pussy lips. The clear liquid gushes down my folds and trickles into the porcelain bowl of the bidet. I whimper as the tide continues to spatter me. My cheeks are flushed and my entire body wants to cringe in shame.
Finally, the river stems. Devlin shakes the tip of his cock. Two warm beads fall onto my breasts.
Down there, I’m soaked in his humiliation.
Devlin chuckles softly as he takes in my teary eyes and my parted, distressed mouth. “Be thankful I didn’t ask you to drink it. I have, you know, with some of the others.”
He gently brushes my lips.
“And now,” he bends down to turn on a tap, “the cleansing.”
A cold spurt of water suddenly assails my throbbing pussy. It strikes my flesh with considerable force and I let out a sharp cry. Devlin grins as the fountain continues to hurtle against my bruised clit. Jets of water worm their way in between my labial folds, separated and snared in their icy metal devices. A slipstream forces its way into my vagina, washing away the whitish cream of my own wantonness.
Devlin dips down to turn on another tap. His lips brush against my ear. “Like it, don’t you?”
Another cold spray barrels into my anus this time – an even more forceful blow. Water parts the tighter walls of my rectum. On both sensitive sides, I am flooded with sensations too intense to bear. A red veil descends before my eyes as the brutal double penetration continues. Aquarius must be laughing at my expense.
I feel the warm wave of an orgasm mounting. My pelvic muscles clench and unclench. I feel the crest peaking, and my fists clutch at the tops of my bent knees.
I cry out again. I hear Devlin’s laugh.
Devlin stems the back tide by inserting his finger into my anus – one of the large boned fingers that had been in my pussy. It’s very sudden and I suck in my breath. It’s a curious sensation, not altogether unpleasant, and as he begins to stroke the walls of my back passage, a different kind of pleasure spreads through me. I must admit to being an asshole virgin. Barry Mancini was only ever preoccupied with shoving his thin dick into my pussy and mouth.
“I like your cunt,” Devlin says, “but your asshole is far tighter. We’ve got to take care of that.”
Fear rushes through me again. What does he mean? Devin slips out his finger and turns off the taps.
He presses a button and hot air now blasts the entire wet area of my groin, drying it. My thigh muscles are now sore from squatting, and my pussy lips are aching from the constant deep pressure. My clit is a raw piece of meat.
Devlin picks up the last two clamps from the floor – the ones that are shaped like seashells. He raises them to my face so that I can observe them. Then he pinches a considerable amount of flesh from my right nipple and clips it. My nipple lies there, encased in its snug metal shell. Once again, the sensation is intense, but not painful.
He repeats this with my left nipple.
I am now tortured by eight tight metal clamps – six on my pussy lips and two on my nipples. I wonder if he will savage my clit with another. I don’t think I can bear it – oh!
But I can’t – mustn’t – tell him to stop!
He gets up and gives me his hand.
“Step off.”
Relieved, I take his hand and clamber off the bidet. The clamps clink against one another like wine glasses. Grinding my heels into the bathroom floor tiles, I stand uncomfortably with my legs slightly apart. I am unable to close them fully without the clamps forcing my thighs apart again.
“Follow me,” Devlin says.
He turns and leaves the bathroom.
I am forced to walk after him with my legs apart, my buttocks rolling and the metal clamps weighing down my pussy lips. I wonder if I look graceless. I can’t bear to be graceless! I stare after his moving buttocks as he disappears into what must be the bedroom.
The bedroom possesses a large double bed. On the dresser is a long, shiny metal object with several slender silver chains trailing from its flared base in a complicated mesh. Devlin picks it up. A sliver of dread passes through me. What punishment and humiliation does he have in store for me now?
He gestures to the bed. “Bend over.”
Quelling the urge to whimper, I place my elbows on the green coverlet of the bed and bend down. My buttocks are sticking high in the air.
“Take a deep breath,” he orders.
I do, and hold it.
Without warning or lubrication, Devlin inserts the long metal object into my anus. It’s six inches long and not as broad as his cock, but it spears me painfully anyway – the asshole virgin that I am. Tears sting my eyes.
“Oh please, please,” I moan.
“You don’t want to stop right now, do you? You’ve come so far.”
The metal dildo prize the tight walls of my rectum far, far apart – further than they have ever been stretched. Ignoring my soft squeals, Devlin rams it in to the hilt. The metal chains clink against one another, and several strands fall against the insides of my thighs.
Satisfied that it is in place, he takes two of the metal chains and secures them to a third, which he circles around my hips. Everything clicks into position. The crude and hard metal dildo in my asshole, held in place by the chains attached to the belt around my lower waist. But there are two longer chains that are still trailing on the coverlet between my legs. What are they for?
I will get my answer soon enough.
“Get up,” Devlin says.
If I thought that earlier I was in discomfort, I’m in a much worse state now. The metal clamps squeeze my pussy lips and nipples tightly, and behind, the cold dildo expands my rectum into an impossible width. I am a part metal beast.
I scramble off the bed, my metal pieces jingling.
“Stand with your legs apart.”
I do as he instructs. My heart is thudding within my ears. I watch him as he gathers the two long chains attached to the base of my punishing dildo. He pulls them upward, taking care to slide the linked chains between my already tortured pussy lips. He clips their upper ends to the quivering shell-like clamps on my nipples. The chains are stretched taut so that they burrow into the very depths of my pussy’s grooves.
I’m finding it difficult to draw breath now without the chains digging in deeper into my tender flesh. My breasts heave as he watches them. I don’t know how I will be able to walk if he asks me to. Between the clamps and the chains, my poor clit is rubbed raw.
“Come with me.”
He stands by the open window, where soft sunlight streams through the billowing yellow curtains. His cock is at its magnificent ramrod state. His hair lights up to a glorious golden color.
I do as he bids. Each step is as uncomfortable as I imagine, the metal rolling and jostling within and around me.
At the window, he presses down on my shoulders.
“Kneel.”
I’m suddenly aware of what’s outside – another building close by. The windows are all shuttered, but anyone can lurk behind the glass. Anyone and everyone can see us. I daren’t avert my face to look, but I’m sure that I can almost see shapes suddenly darting to the windows to watch me.
I get down on my knees and raise my head to meet his hard blue eyes. It is exhibitionism he now demands of me. Devlin is smiling. He grabs his long, hard cock and positions it in front of my mouth.
“Now suck me. Take as much of it as you can into your mouth.”
I open my mouth to the max and eagerly accept his fleshy intrusion. I am right. His cock is so wide than it fills my entire mouth. Immediately, he shoves the tip to the back of my throat. I gag.
His hands grab fistfuls of my hair.
“Don’t stop.”
I hear a low whistle and a catcall from outside the window. We are being observed.
“Now slide it in and out of your mouth.”
My jaw muscles clenching, I do so. Slicked by my saliva, his cock pounds the back of my throat mercilessly, hitting my gag reflex every time it does so. He’s so long that I’m unable to take even half of him into my mouth.
“With practice, you’ll be able to swallow all of it,” he says in satisfaction. “Maybe we should practice all day by the window. What do you think?”
Tears fill my eyes. I’m unable to answer. The taste of Devlin’s flesh on my tongue is a little salty. His pre-cum is leaking slightly from the tip.
Another wolf whistle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see shadows behind the windows of the other building.
After minutes of this, my cheek and jaw muscles are already stretched and fatigued. Devlin pulls his wet cock out of my mouth.
“Now lick it. Lick it all over.”
I run my tongue across the hot, long shaft, caressing the areas which have been neglected by my mouth. I lick it as if it’s a popsicle. I dart my tongue around its root, burying my nose into his earthy, moist pubic hair.
“Lick my balls.”
I cup his balls into my mouth and gently suck them, one by one. The rough flesh has a different texture. My hands are placed against his thighs. He has not given me permission for anything but my mouth to worship him.
“Now suck my cock again.”
Once again, I take the huge head into my mouth, running my tongue across its aperture. I dig my tongue into its tip, delighted that Devlin is squirming as I do so. He seems so smug, so unperturbed by what I do.
He tortures me by fucking my mouth in this manner for a long time. I no longer gag as his tip hits the back of my throat. In fact, each thrust is met with less and less resistance. Each stroke pounds in truer as the edge of his cock creeps deeper and deeper into my throat.
“I’ll make a swallower out of you yet.”
He grabs me by the hair.
“Come.”
At last, we leave the window. A cacophony of dismayed hoots greets us.
“Now get on all fours on the bed.”
I struggle to do so. My ass is once again waving in the air. My pussy hole below is oh so exposed to him – red and wet and warm. The pressure on my nipples has eased somewhat as I acclimatize to it. I close my eyes. I pray that his large cock can enter without tearing me apart.
But Devlin has left me for the dresser. He returns with two more silver chains. He clips the ends of these onto my nipple clamps, so that my nipples are now tethered to four chains – two running between my pussy lips and the other two trailing on the bed. I wonder what he wants them for.
He hoists my hips closer to the edge of the bed. I’m suddenly terrified. What if I can’t take him in my tight pussy? What if he’s too huge?
The tip of his cock presses against my vaginal entrance, invading it. Although I’m practically dripping with my own juices, I can’t help but shriek as he rams his cock into me, prizing my walls apart. The intrusion is sudden and massive. I’m being speared. The slickness of my walls helps the shaft to slide fully in so that he’s finally buried deep within me. The tip of his cock abuts brutally against my womb.
I am once again doubly penetrated – my vagina by his cock, and my asshole by his mercilessly cold dildo. He grabs my hips and begins to move. The two appendages – one flesh, one metal – rub against the thin, thin flesh that separates the two passages. I feel the crest of something building within me again – a molten wave that starts in my clit, pounded from all sides by metal, and spreads to my groin.
Then Devlin seizes the two trailing chains from my nipple clamps.
As he fucks me, he tugs the chains on either side, so that my breasts are being pulled apart. With each thrust, he pulls at them, so that we establish a rhythm. My nipples are smarting and tingling from so much misuse. I cry out again and again as he slams his large cock into my very depths, grinding into me as though he means to pound me into the bed. My breasts sway and heave. My nipples scream in rugged sensation. Despite everything, my pussy drinks him in greedily like a hot mouth. I feel the crescendo beginning within me again, the undulating rise of pleasure waves creeping through my thighs, buttocks and pussy area.
A starburst flowers in my eyes and I scream. I don’t care if Devlin’s neighbors can hear us. He has rendered me such and now is my retribution. Devlin continues to batter-ram into me, his hips now slap-slap-slapping against my buttocks, driving the metal dildo further up into my ass. I come and come, screaming until my voice is a distant murmur in the rushing of my blood-filled ears.
All at once, Devlin withdraws his cock from me.
“Come here,” he says urgently. He turns my face roughly to face him. I open my mouth as he crams the head of his cock in. Warm cum spurts onto my tongue, and I suck at his cock for all I’m worth, lapping up the precious fluid and swallowing it before it can dribble out of my mouth. His cum tastes like almonds.
Devlin jerks his hips once, twice, and then he throws back his magnificent head and cries out.
Finally, his cock stops its copious squirting. He withdraws the flesh, now softening, from my mouth.
I sink back onto the bed, spent, my legs wide open to his gaze. My muscles all feel as though they’ve run a marathon to Thermopylae and back.
Devlin’s beautiful features become placid again. His skin is covered with a sheen of sweat.
He presses his finger onto my poor, neglected clit and grins.
“OK, you’ve passed Level One of the initiation. Now for Level Two. You’ll have to meet the rest of the gang.”
