The Frat Fund Raiser

{All characters in this story are meant to be over 18] He was being led down a long hall - he was naked and blindfolded and his hands were tied tightly behind his back. Although his body was weak from the d**gs he had been f***ed to take, he could feel the cold tile floor under his feet. He was being held upright and being pushed forward by someone with two strong hands who kept his moving forward and steadied his as he could barely stand on his own. It became obvious to his that he was passing a series of doors as he walked down the long corridor, because he could hear the snickers of boys as he passed one after the other and every now and then a hand would touch some part of his body. God, he wished he knew what was going on . . . what was going to happen to his this long night. Just two hours ago, he had been at the library - the main campus library which was much further away from his dormitory then the library he usually used, but he had a major research project for English, and the reference material at the smaller library was not as complete. He had been in a small corner of the library’s second floor sitting at a small study table pouring over the dozen or so books he had gathered from the stacks. He had been working all day - and in fact, had accomplished a great deal. As he put the finishing touches on his bibliography, he leaned against the chair, arched his back and stretched his arms over his head. He looked up and out of the window and was surprised when he saw that it was dark out. Gosh, he thought, how late is it? And with a glance at his wristwatch saw that it was past 11 p.m. I missed dinner and everything, he inwardly moaned, suddenly aware that his stomach was indeed empty and he was hungry. He stacked the books and carefully placed them back in their places on the bookshelves. He piled up his papers, smacked them on the edge of the table to straighten them, placed them in his notebook and jammed it into his backpack. Tossing his pencils into the pack, he threw it over his shoulder, headed for the stairs and out of the library. The campus was very dark - the clouds in the sky covered what would have been a full moon and the lights lining the sidewalk were dim and far apart. He walked briskly along - recalling now that there had been several boys abducted at night on campus this semester. As he walked along thinking about where he would go to eat, he heard soft footsteps behind his approaching fast and he moved towards one side of the walk to let whoever it was pass his by. But they didn’t pass his by. They came up behind his quickly and with one motion thrust a dark cloth over his head, grabbed his arms and pulled them roughly them behind his back. While he struggled the strong hands that took control of his overwhelmed his with their strength. He started to cry out but a hand covered his mouth with a damp cloth and he could smell the strong odor of chloroform and before he could think to hold his breath, he lost consciousness. He awoke and as he opened his eyes was startled to find that he was blindfolded. He was lying on a bed - his arms over his head, his wrists tied with ropes and he felt ropes on his ankles fastening his to the bottom of the bed. He tried to get free, but the ropes were too tight to allow for any movement. He heard the door open. “Who is it? Why have you taken me here?” The boy asked aloud in a scared and shaky voice. After a long pause a young man’s voice answered: “If you promise to cooperate, you will not be hurt, in fact, you might enjoy this evening’s activities.” he said softly, “Do you promise?” “No, I don’t promise anything,” the boy cried out, “You can’t do this to me! Let me go right now or I’m going to ...” He tried to think of a threat and as he did he heard the boy laugh. “You’re not in any position to threaten or bargain for that matter,” he said, “I can see you are going to need some relaxing.” Relaxing . . . he wondered what he meant by that and then felt what must have been several pills being shoved into his mouth and then the neck of a bottle pouring water and hands over his mouth forcing his to swallow . . . “There . . . in a couple of minutes, you will be completely relaxed,” the boy said and he could feel that he sat down next to his on the bed. “Let me assure you that you will be let go completely unharmed tomorrow night at this same time,” he informed his, “But tonight you will participate in a fund raising activity we have organized here at the frat and you might as well try to enjoy it ...” The boy felt his body - his muscles - relaxing as he spoke, and when he tried to struggle against his bonds, he found no strength at all now in his muscles. While his body felt relaxed, his mind was alert and his thoughts were racing. My god, a “fund raiser”, what the hell was that and what are they going to do with me for an entire night and all day tomorrow? The boy was untying his wrists now and placing his arms at his side. He was now so “relaxed” that his arms were nearly limp although he was not numb - he felt the soft sheets against his skin. He then moved to the end of the bed and undid his restraints at his ankles too. Then he felt his hands on the belt of his jeans and he knew what he was about to do. “No, please, no . . . ” he pleaded and became aware that his voice was extremely weak. But he was unable to resist as he removed piece after piece of his clothing. First he unbuckled his belt, undid his jeans and pulled them off. Without pausing, he grabbed his panties and pulled them down his legs and off as well. Then he felt him undoing his shirt and, after he lifted his up from the bed, and took it off. Swiftly he unhooked his bra and removed that as well. Within a matter of minutes he was completely naked. “I’ll be right back,” the boy said to his as he left the room, “Don’t go anywhere now ...” and chuckled a bit. God, he thought, What is going to happen to me? And he panicked as he thought of all the possibilities After only a few moments he heard the door open again and quickly he was taken off the bed and raised to a standing position. He was so weak that he needed to be held up as he was led from the room out the door and down the corridor. After it seemed like he had walked for hours down the long long hall, he was led into a room and placed faced down on a cold leather padded device. His wrists were bound to what seem like two metal legs and his ankles, spread apart as far as they could be were tied as well to cold metal. From what he could tell without seeing, his rear - his asshole - was fully exposed. He felt a band being placed on his forehead and abruptly his head was f***ed upward so that his face and mouth were facing forward. Once his bindings were in place, he heard what sound like a chair being sc****d over the tiled floor and set in front of his. “Now, boy,” the young man said to his - it was obvious that was sitting directly in front of his, “We have passed out fliers at all the fraternities on campus telling the guys about our fund raiser this evening. Here’s what we are offering: complete and low cost access to your openings: ass and mouth.” The boy almost fainted as he heard his words. What kind of people are these? he thought. Are they really serious or is this some sort of joke? As the young man continued, it became clear to the boy that it was not only not a joke, but it was an elaborately planned event and he was to be the center of the activity. “Now, you are positioned to be used by our ‘guests’,” he told his, “ We are offering each of your three holes to those who are willing to pay to use them: 50 cents for your mouth and 75 cents for your asshole” Dear God! No! “You will remain blindfolded so that you cannot see your customers. But we are placing several metal buckets around to add a bit of interest for you. The guys when they pay will be tossing their donations in the buckets which you will hear clearly.” “We are placing plastic buckets under your mouth and under your ass to catch the over flow. As the night goes on and these buckets begin to fill up ... well we will find a use for this liquid I assure you.” Oh my god! he thought, they aren’t going to .... “Now, there’s already a line forming outside, so we had better get started. We are doubling the contribution requested for the first three customers - after all, they are going to get some prime time action, if you know what I mean ...” He heard the young man rise and moves the chair away. He heard him walk over to the door and open it and announce loudly “Well boys, we are ready in here - I guess we are open for business!” And the boy heard nervous laughter and then, what seemed like hundreds of coins clanking into the metal buckets. God, he thought, is this really happening? He felt hands on his ass as the first “customer” positioned himself to his rear. My God, he thought, he was NOT ready to be penetrated. In spite of the resistance of his anal muscles, he felt an incredible pressure and then, as if he were being torn in part, his ass was penetrated with a thrust that made him cry aloud - “Oh my god!” No sooner had he been entered from the rear then he felt a large cock against his mouth. “Open wide baby,” a boy said harshly and he quickly obeyed and just as quickly his mouth was filled. The two “customers” pumped their cocks in and out of him over and over and in a matter of a few minutes he felt the warm flow of sperm both in his ass pussy and his mouth. Oh my God, he thought, This cannot be happening, this is so humiliating. The two men withdrew their members from his and in no more than a few seconds, two more took their place. His mouth was filled first this time and then he felt the pressure of a hard cock against his asshole. “Here,” someone said, “Let me lubricate that for you.” And he felt a cool, slippery liquid being poured on his anus and then fingers massaging the stuff on his and then inside of his. After he felt what must have been several fingers violating his asshole, they were replaced by what was clearly a hard, thick cock. Sweet God, please don’t let this go on, he pleaded inwardly ... He tried to keep a count so perhaps later, when he could press charges, he would have some evidence. His mind wildly went from one thought to another as to how he could escape. He also noted with great discomfort that some guy's cocks were relatively easy to take since they were thin and not very long, but some guys were huge! His asshole was sometime stretched so wide he thought he would split in two! And many times he gagged and nearly threw up when a large cock was jammed into his open mouth and some hit the back of his throat. After the first several boys had used his, he lost count, and over the next several hours at times he felt himself losing consciousness and, when he did, he was rudely snapped back to reality by ice chips being f***ed into his mouth, and his anus ... “Got to keep you alert,” he was roughly told as hands slapped his soft bottom, “Part of the fun is knowing that you are awake to enjoy every guy's cock ...” the laughter and further smacks on his rump were doubling humiliating. On and on it went throughout the night and, although the room was nearly dark, outside the windows he could hear birds chirping, into the early morning. His jaw ached and his ass was unbelievably sore from the constant abuse delivered by the rough insertions of male organs. And again and again, coins were tossed and clanked against the metal buckets. All at once, all abuse of him stopped and he hears the rustle of people entering the room. He heard the laughter of boys! God, what is happening now? “Hey boy,” he heard his tormentor tell him, “We’ve invited some members of our s****r sorority to come over and witness part of the event. They want to hold a similar fund raiser next year - using some poor guy of course - and they wanted to see how it worked.” Sweet Lord, the boy thought, surely one of these girls will recognize me! What happens when I see them in class! Bbut his thoughts were halted by the thrust of a cock into his mouth and another into his asshole and as this took place, a cheer went up from the girls in the audience and several actually applauded. The boy's discomfort would have been greater had he been aware that webcams were set up showing several angles of his humiliation and broadcast on a closed circuit pay-for-view channel on campus. And many of those tuning in, recorded the event for later posting on You Tube and Facebook. The more merciful among the viewers, took the time to blur his face out, but the cruel ones - and there were many - not only showed his face but published his name and cellular 'phone number with the message "for a real good time call . . ." For the next hour at least, the boy was used over and over while being viewed by the sorority girls - he could hear them comment and sometimes giggle - until once again there was a halt in the activities. He heard footsteps around his and braced himself ... His tormentor spoke: “Remember those buckets to catch the overflow?” He asked. “Well they’re pretty full ... its time to empty them.” and with that the boy felt the flow of cold damp sperm being poured all over his body including his hair. God, the odor was overwhelming. Not that he hadn’t smelled sperm as it was shot into his mouth all evening, but now it engulfed and he almost swooned. Just after the stuff hit his skin, a solid round of applause and shouts of "oh my God!" went up from the girls watching. Once again, with abruptness and without warning, the boy’s mouth and rear were filled with men’s cocks. After what seemed like an eternity, the boy found his mouth empty and his rear unattended to. Semen poured from both his mouth and asshole. He could feel his asshole stretched and imagined it looked like a huge gaping hole. And god, all those girls are staring at it! Apparently the numbers of fraternity b*****rs had finally been exhausted. Allowed to rest for a few moments, the boy marveled that with all that attention, he had not had an orgasm once during the entire proceeding. His ass throbbed and his mouth sagged open from the exertion and sperm oozed continuously from both ends. “Now we come to the final portion of our fund raising event,” he said in a loud voice and he felt the ropes being removed from his ankles and wrists and the band removed from his head. As he lay limp on the padded bench, he could not believe what he heard next: “Yes, it’s on to the campus horse stables to see if those horny thoroughbreds know how to treat a sweet young ‘filly’ like this .... a number of alumni have paid handsomely to witness that. And as a special treat, when the horse cock enters our boy's rear end, we will see how long it takes for him to cum when one of the girls here jerks him off!” With that, the boy fainted and only awoke again when he found himself tied on his hands and knees and something huge and wet pressing against his asshole.