Hello guys,
I've got this story that's been laying on my drive for some time. The original author is MC_Hawth. I'm not sure if this story is already on this site, as I'm still an NRU.
A Rousing Game Amanda was the most beautiful woman I ever met, my freshman year at college. She happened to sit next to me in English Lit, and was very friendly from the beginning, which is good because I could hardly look at her perfect face without stammering nervously. I hadn’t dated much in high school, and wasn’t really that comfortable with girls yet, but she was very easy to talk to. Thus I discovered the first day in class that she was pledging the sorority that was having a mixer the following Friday night with the fraternity I was rushing. I mentioned my inexperience in high school, and it was for this reason that I had picked the particular fraternity I had. They had a reputation for games and rites that helped “educate” their members in the ways of the woman, and I thought maybe it would be best to have a trial by fire in this arena. Little did I know. The first day there, the pledges had to spend the evening cleaning the place, then serving drinks to the senior members – all in the buff. I was a little hesitant at first, for I am definitely not very well endowed compared to most, but I realized I just had to swallow my pride and push through it. The seniors obviously took note, but they were also sizing up the other pledges, so I didn’t feel horribly uncomfortable. On Friday, they called to the pledges and said that the first test of their willpower was to go the next full week without sexual activity of any kind, including masturbation. I don’t think this bothered me as much as the guys who actually had girlfriends, and even newly on campus with so many young women around, I figured I could keep my hands to myself for a week. And I did, although it was rather harder than I had supposed. It was late summer, and the women were wearing short shorts and short skirts everywhere, and towards the end of week I was getting raging hard-ons at the slightest provocation. However, I was never even given the opportunity to cheat on myself, as the fraternity had assigned a senior member to stay glued to me at all opportune moments – even including my trips to the bathroom. This I found a little strange, and quite discomforting. But I supposed they had to verify my compliance somehow. Friday evening came, and the very thought of being in the same room as Amanda was enough to get me excited. I guessed that the test would be ended right before the party, so that we could all enjoy ourselves fully. I was a little concerned about how to keep my composure physically around Amanda. It wouldn’t do to have her pick up on that. They called us down a couple of hours before the mixer was set to begin. “The good news”, said Dave, the high senior in charge of initiation, “is that you’ve all passed your first test, and you are hereby released to do as you please.” “Preferably later tonight,” added another senior with a smile. “The bad news, however, is that before we go to the mixer, there is one more test you must pass to ensure that you are up to our standards, and theirs. Strip.” Was there no end to these tests? Well, maybe it would keep me distracted for the next hour. I stripped with the rest and nervously waited while they gathered up our clothes. When they returned, they were carrying only small bathtowels and blindfolds. We were ordered to wrap the towels around our midsections, and then they blindfolded us. “This test is done at a secret location not far from here, and I promise we’ll get you back here in plenty of time to get yourself ready for the mixer,” I heard Dave say. With that I was led outside and into a van with the other pledges. After a fairly short drive, we were taken back out. As we were marched into another building, I had to keep re-adjusting my towel, as it didn’t want to stay tight. “Remove your shoes,” ordered Dave. This turned out to be a little harder to do blindfolded, and my towel again gave me trouble, but eventually I stepped out onto what felt like a hardwood floor in my bare feet. I was pulled a little off to the left and held still. A moment later I heard wheels rolling across the floor towards me. We were told to hold our hands straight up, and I felt someone reach up and affix something around my wrists. Then my ankles were lifted slightly, one at a time, and spread well apart onto some small platform on either side, and another clasp secured them in place. It was at this point, securely bound and blindfolded and with only a fidgety towel around me to hide my manhood, that I started to get a little nervous. Yes, all these guys had already seen how well endowed (or not) I was, but this seemed to be going somewhat beyond pure nudity. I tried not to let my mind run wild. “Gentlemen, if you will…” said Dave, and I felt the towel yanked away. Well, I guess I should have expected something like this when I signed up I thought, focusing on keeping myself from reacting to any little puff of air that tickled my balls. “And away we go,” said Dave, and the blindfold was pulled off my head. I was immediately greeted by a tumultuous series of hoots, whistles, and applause – and female laughter. I knew I was in trouble even before my eyes adjusted to the bright light and verified that we were, in fact, in the large front room of the sorority house. The flush spread over me instantly as my penis could no longer be controlled, and quickly expanded to its full size. I pulled furiously at my bonds, but the metal frame and leather clasps were unforgiving, and my raging hard-on was impossible to hide. I was on the far right of the 5 pledges, and I glanced down the line, hoping beyond hope I wasn’t the only one afflicted. But somehow the others were maintaining some degree of control. I noticed that each of them was actually watching me rather bemusedly. And as I turned my eyes back to the front, I realized that practically every eye in the place was focused on me. Several rows of sorority girls were seated about 20 feet in front of me, all regarding me with expressions that ranged from amusement to mirth to outright laughter. “Who’s in control over there?” someone called, generating even more laughter. “I can’t believe how straight up it’s pointing,” one of the closest girls said – and that’s when I spotted Amanda, sitting next to her. She was covering her mouth with her hand as if to hide her amusement, but her eyes gave her away. If it were possible to flush even deeper, I somehow did it. I quickly looked away, for what good that did. This was absolutely the worst possible scenario. “Okay, I turn you over to Jen, our emcee for tonight,” said Dave, walking to the far side of the room. One of the senior sorority girls stepped forward, then turned and spoke. “Welcome to the 2nd annual Pledgeolympics, everyone. We’re going to have a blast tonight, and when the games are over we’ll start right in to the party. “We’ve refined the rules and added more games, so even those of you who participated last year will find some new and interesting twists. The games are Pledge vs. Pledge. The boys will compete against each other, and the girls will compete against the girls, and in some cases the boys will also compete against the girls. For most games there is a winner and a loser for each side. The overall winning pledges will be immediately promoted to full member, with no further rites to pass. The losing pledges will have to pass additional tests beyond their fellows. There is also a chance that the losing fraternity pledge will…well, I’ll get to that later.” A knot was starting to grow in my stomach. “For the games, one sorority pledge will be assigned to each fraternity pledge, and she will choose an elder sister to aid her. The elder sister will be responsible for advice, but also for getting the close-in video record of the individual performance. “The rest of you will be allowed to pick who you think will win and lose each game and overall, just to add some excitement beyond spectating. “First game is Biggest, and this one is obviously just for the fraternity pledges. The sister will get her brother as hard as possible, then measure his dick. Length + diameter. Biggest wins, smallest loses, very simple.” She glanced across the row of fraternity pledges, lingering finally on me. “This one may not be too hard to predict.” It was the next game that completely sank my heart, though. “After that will be our favorite game. We will set a clock, and when we say Go, each sister will work to make her pledge come. Now you can use any part of your body you want, and any technique you want, but you’ll want to be sure that when he cums we can all see it. Your elder can advise on technique but cannot touch the pledge herself. “This game has 3 components, each scored separately. First is Speed: Whichever sister can make her brother cum fastest wins, and he loses. Vice versa for the brother who holds out the longest. Now last year the fastest cum was just over a minute, and it turns out that he had only had sex twice before. So we figure that if anyone sprays inside of 45 seconds, we’re going to call them a bona fide virgin, and this shall be proclaimed far and wide.” Worse and worse. No, I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t that far off, either. I determined that at the very least, I’d hold out beyond 45 seconds. “Next is Distance: The sister that gets her pledge to shoot the farthest wins here. Last year one of the slower guys actually won -- or should I say, ‘lost’ -- at a little over 4 feet. I think he held out but it just built up so much he finally exploded. So there might be a downside to holding back too much. Or an upside, depending on your perspective. “The last component in the cum game is Explosive: The sister that pulls the most spectacular cum shot will win this. We actually take a vote on this one, but what I’d be looking for is volume and sustainability. If you can get your guy to keep spraying once he starts, you’ve got a good chance. Everyone understand?” The question was met with resounding approval from the sisters, and I think my penis approved as well, based on his desire to leap out of his skin. My brain was much less enthusiastic. “Our first game was Biggest; our final game is Smallest. After your guy cums, we’re going to measure his dick when he’s at his limpest. Bowls of ice-water will be provided to speed the process along. Again, there’s only a Loser for this game.“ She paused, and couldn’t help herself from stealing a sideways look at me. I realized that they all had, just for a moment, gotten a look at me before my hard-on set in. Ugh. “Any questions?” One of the pledges raised her hand and asked “Can we choose our guy, or do we draw?” And then she turned to look pointedly at me. Jen laughed. “Well, it has to be random, or I think there’d be a lot of fighting over who gets whom.” I watched as the sorority pledges drew numbers from a hat. And of course, Amanda drew me. I couldn’t tell whether she was as delighted as I was chagrined. This was not the way I had intended to introduce her to my penis. But it was obvious already that my penis was thrilled with the prospect. Each of the pledges chose a mentor (Amanda picked a lovely brown-haired girl named Sherry). They were given tape measures and the mentors who didn’t already have some kind of video recording device borrowed one. Each pair approached their counterpart. “OK, ladies, get your men nice and hard, and put them to the measure. Length and diameter. Amanda, half your work is done for you.” Jen smirked. I knew I couldn’t retreat or get loose, but I tried anyway. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you,” said Amanda, and now even her voice in my ears turned me on further. Not that that was possible. I couldn’t help but watch as Amanda placed the tape measure against the base of my dick (although she could have pushed it in a bit further, I thought, to squeeze another few millimeters out). Sherry got a good closeup picture, then reported to the group “5 and a quarter.” I tried to block my ears to the predictable reaction that announcement brought. Then Amanda laid the tape across my dick (and not where I thought the widest spot was, either). “1 and a half” said Sherry, getting a picture. “6 and 3 quarters, total.” Blast. I knew there was probably at least one guy here who beat that in length alone. The other girls got their measurements, and as expected I was the big loser. The next smallest guy actually wasn’t that much longer, but he was much thicker – impressively so. And his dick pointed straight out when fully erect, compared to my antenna. “OK, pledges, you may now consult with your mentors for a minute in preparation for the next game,” said Jen. Amanda and Sherry put their heads together without even bothering to move far away. “I’m guessing you won’t need much advice,” said Sherry. “I think a good, simple stroke will do the trick. Just be sure to aim forward and up – pretty much where his dick wants to go, anyway – and don’t stop stroking until I tell you to.“ She paused for a moment. “Oh, one other little trick.” And here she leaned forward and whispered something in Amanda’s ear. “Is that allowed?” I heard Amanda whisper back. But Sherry just shrugged with a mysterious grin. “Assume your favored position, girls,” said Jen. “Timekeepers, set your stopwatches.” “Can we get our guys hard again before we start?” asked one of the girls. I looked down the row of men to my left, and noticed that most of them had lost their erections while the girls consulted. Mine hadn’t flagged for a second, however. “No, until I give the go, you may not touch him. Part of the challenge is getting your man primed.” Amanda was left-handed, so she knelt on my left side, up against the front of my left thigh. She glanced at Sherry, and then I felt a tickle against the back of my left thigh, just below my buttock. According to Jen, she wasn’t supposed to touch me – but between her left-handedness and my position on the far right, she was positioned to get away with this. When no one immediately noticed her, she slid her right hand lightly along the underside of my butt. Then I felt her fingers slowly creep forward until they just tickled the back side of my scrotum. With her head right next to my penis, and her left hand conspicuously in her lap, no one could see what she was doing. But I could feel it, and the light tickling on the back of my balls was electrifying. The notion that a stunningly beautiful girl was caressing me so intimately sent an impossible thrill through my body, and I shuddered. Amanda looked up and smiled at me, and kept her fingers moving. I closed my eyes, fighting hard to hold myself together. “Is he coming already?” Amanda asked softly after a moment. Sherry looked. “Nope, just precum. But that’s a very good sign for you.” I opened my eyes and looked out into the audience, and realized that almost all of them had moved closer to me, some just a few feet away, wanting to witness every moment. There was a murmur of anticipation. One girl almost directly in front of me was already filming. Amanda’s caresses were almost all the physical stimulation I needed. I could feel the sperm gathering in my balls, preparing for their journey. “On the count of 3, you may begin,” said Jen. “Everyone ready? 1-2-3-GO!” Amanda grasped my throbbing cock for the first time, while continuing to massage me with her other hand. I immediately felt that undeniable tickle of imminency in the back of my scrotum, as the sperm took off on their journey. Amanda stroked. I tried wildly to head them off at the pass, but I had no chance. The most beautiful woman in the world was touching my penis and my balls in a way that no one ever had. I was on display in front of a large crowd of other beautiful women, most of them focused on me and my genitals, and the very shame and humiliation itself seemed to feed my reaction, intensifying it. With another shudder and a paroxysm that seemed to come from every muscle in my body, I sent my sperm flying out into the far reaches of space, where they were greeted by shrieks of laughter and delight. And the second wave hard upon their heels, if anything stronger than the first, sending girls scattering to avoid being tagged. And the third. And the fourth. And Sherry saying “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” over and over, and Amanda obeying her, and the cum just kept doing what it does best. Now it was spraying to the sides as well as ahead. One spray managed to get Amanda in the face as she leaned forward, and she fell back to the side, laughing with the rest of them. After that the sperm started dribbling out rather than spraying, and I sagged in complete exhaustion. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even stand up. Only my hands tied above me kept me off the ground. “God, how quick was that?” asked Amanda, eyes watery with tears. “1 second?” The timekeeper had to wipe her own eyes for a moment before she could answer. “5 seconds, actually. It just seemed instantaneous.” While I tried to regain my energy, almost twisting in place, Sherry fetched the bowl of ice water. Now I was treated to further indignity and pain, as she moved the bowl up to cover my balls, and Amanda pushed my quickly-deflating dick down into the ice water. I let out an involuntary shriek at the pain (causing yet more laughter, somehow), then managed to bite my lip as my dick retracted into itself at a rapid pace. While Amanda held the bowl for just a few more seconds, Sherry fetched the tape measure, and Amanda set down the bowl. Sherry smirked. “What do you measure? It’s nothing but a hat!” Amanda did her best, but couldn’t help herself as she pressed the tape against my abdomen. “Um, about an inch and a half? Maybe a bit less? Hard to tell.” Then she looked up at me, and for the first time I saw something akin to sympathy in her eyes. Or maybe it was pity. “Smallest. Dick. Ever!” exclaimed one of the older girls in front of me, to general agreement. “And now for distance,” said Sherry. “Way out here somewhere, did anyone get tagged?” “I got some on my leg,” said one of the girls, and not even one who had been at the very front. “Mindy moved out of the way, but I didn’t see it coming fast enough.” “So where’s the last spot on the ground?” asked Sherry. They looked for a moment, and finally settled on something that seemed impossibly far away. Way beyond where anyone expected. “That’s just not possible,” said Sherry. She touched the floor, and looked at her finger. “But that’s definitely cum.” She set the tape down at the spot and had Mindy hold it, and reeled backwards to me, stopping at the base of the rack. “11 feet, 2 inches,” she announced, then repeated to herself, “That’s just not possible.” Gasps of amazement echoed across the room. Finally – finally! – one of the other pledges came, somewhere around the 3-minute mark, and then the others in succession. A couple had decent ejaculations, but it really wasn’t even close, and when the vote for Most Spectacular was taken, it was almost a fait accompli. I was the unanimous loser, on all possible counts, and Amanda the easy winner. Now Dave spoke to me. “As the Lucky Loser, you will have an extra rite of passage. You will attend the next mixer naked, and you will do anything that any member or pledge of the sorority asks you to do. And I have a pretty good idea what you might be asked to do. I expect an encore will be in order.” I was almost numb to this, however. How could that be worse than what had just happened? “I think we have some work to do,” said Jen, glancing at me with a huge smile. “But for now, it’s party time.” We were all released and allowed to dress for the party, but I hardly felt like mixing. Most of the girls, including Amanda, kept their distance, although a couple were eager to thank me for the entertainment. That wasn’t the kind of interaction I wanted at the moment, and after awhile I excused myself and returned to the frat house, completely demoralized. I found out the next day from one of the other pledges that he had actually been told to masturbate just an hour before the “games”, without being told why. Eventually the other pledges confirmed this as well, leading me to realize that I had been specifically set up for failure. Apparently this had been planned from the first day when they evaluated all of the pledges naked. I thought – hoped – that the worst was over by the time I returned to class the next Monday, but I was rather quickly disabused of this notion. As I crossed the nearest campus courtyard, I did a double-take at one of the posters on the trees I passed by. My heart sank as I took it in. At the top, in large font, read “Have You Seen This Virgin?” Immediately below that were 3 full-color pictures: one of the measurement Amanda took of my hard dick, one of the flaccid measurement (I cringed – was I really that small? Good God. The camera certainly did not add inches in this case.), and, perhaps worst of all, one taken from well out in front and left of me just after the cum exploded out of my dick. Both Sherry and Amanda had been mostly blurred out so you had no idea who they were, but my face, even in the full paroxysm of the moment, was clear. As was the incredibly thick stream of cum arcing out over a huge distance towards and to the left of the picture-taker. Indeed it looked impossible – but I and everyone there knew otherwise. As if that weren’t enough, there was a box at the bottom listing all of my stats: exact dick size, length of ejaculation, and time it took Amanda to force my orgasm. Below the box: “You read that right. Clearly we have a virgin here, and who would be surprised? With a dick like that and unable to control himself, who would want anything to do with him? Good luck finding a girl around here, loser!” I turned around, knowing there was no way in hell I was going to class today, but immediately I was identified by a passing girl, who had apparently seen another poster elsewhere. Almost before she could reach a full screaming laugh, I was running, running back to the dorm. And that’s where I found it on the internet. Multiple vids, from various angles and distances, including the one that Sherry must have taken. All had been carefully pixellated to prevent identifying any of the girls, but never my own face. Watching yourself cum like that, not only in front of the entire sorority, but now potentially in front of the world, was simultaneously crushing and strangely erotic. I immediately masturbated, and some of those same humiliations and rushes returned. It was probably the most spectacular orgasm I’d ever given myself. Predictably, the vids went viral. I could barely leave my dorm room without being accosted and taunted. I skipped classes for a week, and when I returned it was almost an event. Amanda didn’t sit next to me anymore, and when I finally did my best to push the whole thing from my mind and approach her, it was clear that she was extremely uncomfortable being near me. I transferred out at the end of the semester, having never returned to the fraternity that had set me up. Even at my new school, however, the vids were well known, and it didn’t take long for me to become a widespread object of derision. I realized I would have to live with this for the rest of my life.
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