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RYAN’S POV

I couldn’t hold it anymore.

Once again, I was unable to stop myself from squirting. Suddenly. Hard. I felt it shooting out of my penis. I don’t know where it landed. The girls all burst out laughing.

“Whoopee!” one of them yelled.

“Nice squirt!” another one cheered me.

“Too bad that Becky isn’t here to see him squirt for us!”

Suddenly, in the street, I heard a vehicle pull up. The engine stopped, and two doors opened then slammed closed. Then I heard two more girls’ voices.

“Woah! Who’s this?”

“You know Becky? The short black-haired girl? This is her boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah. I think his name is Ryan or Bryan or something.”

“Ryan. That’s it.”

The new girls came closer. I felt one of them tickling my penis.

“What’s he doing here? With his pickle hanging out like this?”

“I don’t know. We just found him here.”

“We shaved him. Then we made him squirt for us.”

They all laughed.

“Hey, I have an idea,” one of them started. Then I heard whispering, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

BECKY’S POV

Becky was in tears from her drama. She wanted to shut her eyes, to see no more of Ryan’s torture than she already had. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t make herself look away. After seeing Ryan being made to squirt his semen all over the sidewalk, then to see the girls laughing at him, she felt as though she had passed her limit.

“Uh-oh!” Mandy chirped. “Who’s this? Someone else to see your boyfriend on display?”

Becky stared. A station wagon had pulled up, and two girls had gotten out. They were both lean and athletic-looking, and had on gym shorts and bra tops. One of them said something then went over to Ryan. Becky watched as the girl touched Ryan’s penis and tickled it with her finger.

“Gosh, Becky,” Tami chuckled. “They’re coming all over to see you boyfriend’s body.” She and Mandy laughed. Becky just squirmed, and felt the tears welling up again in her eyes.

Then she saw all five girls huddle together, as though discussing something. Oh, no! she wondered—what now?

Two of the girls went behind the post and started untying Ryan’s ankles and hands. Two others held him firmly around his waist and shoulders. One of them held his ankles. They were laughing.

Once they had gotten Ryan off the pole, they retied his wrists and ankles, and carried him, wiggling and squirming, to the back of the station wagon. Then they slid him inside.

As Becky stared, Tami had stopped laughing. “What are they doing?’

“Who are those girls?” Mandy demanded. “Do you know them?”

“No!” Tami said excitedly. “I don’t remember ever seeing them.”

“They’re stealing Ryan!”

“They’re kidnaping him!”

“We have to stop them!” And without another word, Tami and Mandy ran out of Becky’s room. She could hear their running footsteps down the hall toward the elevator.

RYAN’S POV

“Okay, we’ll hold him.”

I heard a couple of the girls in front of me. I felt another one in back of me fiddling with my ankle bonds. She was untying them. Another pair of hands grabbed my ankles and pulled them forward, and they were re-tied, in front of the lamppost. Meanwhile, I felt another pair of hands unbinding my wrists. I was pulled forward, but before I could free my hands, my wrists were being re-tied. I was there, free of the lamppost, being picked up. Two pairs of hands were grasping my feet and legs. Another two pair of hands were holding me by my shoulders. I was being carried. I heard a set of footprints running, then a car door open.

“In he goes!” More laughter.

I was set down lying on my side, on a carpeted surface, evidently inside the car. A pair of hands folded my legs in and the car door slammed. I was in the tail section of a station wagon, I think.

I heard one of the voices. “My place?”

“Sure.”

As the vehicle started up, I felt a hand reach over and touch me on my shoulder. It started rubbing my back.

“Don’t worry, Bryan, or Ryan, or Whoever-You-Are," she said. “We’re going to take good care of you.”

The girls all laughed.

“We’re going to take you to my apartment. And we’re going to tie you to my bed. Then we’re going to take turns FUCKING YOU!”

“Won’t that be fun?” another voice chimed in. They all laughed again. The car bumped along the street.

WARNING: THIS SECTION CONTAINS NON-CONSENTUAL SEX AND REFERENCE TO STD. IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.


BECKY’S POV
Becky watched from the window, panic-stricken, as the station wagon sped off. A moment later, she saw Tami and Mandy appear out in front of the dorm. They looked up the street. Mandy pointed. Tami stood by the street light, holding the wooden box.

But Becky’s thoughts were of Ryan. Who were those girls? Where were they taking Ryan? What was going to happen to him?

At long last, Becky closed her eyes. She could still feel the tears under her eyelids.

RYAN’S POV

I lay in back of the station wagon, while I listened to the girls chatter.

“This’ll be fun!”

“We never had a naked boy before.”

“And he’s all ours. We can put him on your bed, tie him down, and fuck his brains out.”

“I get him first. I thought of it.”

“Leah, you’ll have to go last, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. Just be sure to save some for me.”

They all laughed. I wondered, where were they taking me? It seemed like an awfully long drive.

Finally, the car stopped. I heard the girls get out, still chattering. The back hatch opened, and I felt hands pulling me out of the car. first by my feet, then around my shoulders. I felt myself being carried through a door, into a hallway—their voices echoed slightly—then through another door. I must be in a dorm or an apartment building, I figured.

“Take him right to the bedroom.”

I was being carried through the apartment through a doorway into a smaller room. They put me down on a bed, face down. They untied my hands, but kept my feet tied up. Then they rolled me over on my back and stretched out my arms over my head. They re-tied my hands, fastening them to the headboard of the bed. They untied my feet, separated them slightly, then tied them to the foot of the bed.

I felt a finger touching my chest. It slid up and began to trace circles around my nipple.

“I hope you’re comfy,” the girl said. “You’re gonna be here for awhile.”

The finger started tracing its way down to my bellybutton.

“We’re going to take turns making you fuck for us. So we have to keep you tied down.”

I felt the finger made a few circles around the edge of my bellybutton, then started down, stopping right above my penis, where they had shaved me.

“I hope you like being fucked blindfolded.” The finger touched my penis. “Actually, it doesn’t make any difference whether you like it or not.” She laughed. “We’re not letting you go until we’re all through with you.”

“I wish I didn’t have to be last,” another girl remarked.

“Well, it’s your own fault.”

“I’m going first!” And with that I felt fingers grabbing my penis and squeezing me, as the tugged. I felt another finger tickling the underside of my testicles. A hand landed on my chest and held me down. I felt myself becoming more and more erect.

“Okay, he’s ready,” said the first voice. The fingers let go of my penis. I felt someone climbing over me, then I felt moist, wrinkled skin touching my penis. The finger returned, and guided the tip of my penis inside the warm layers of skin. Then I felt the girl starting to get up, then sit down on me again, then get up, then down. I felt my penis swelling a little more each time.

“Woo-hoo!” she yelped. “He’s getting bigger!”

Meanwhile the other girls were cheering her on. “Go, Amy! Fuck ‘im good!” Amy started to bounce up and down on me even harder, I could feel the mattress bouncing underneath me.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I squirted—deep up into her body.

“Woah!” Amy called out. “That was a nice big one!”

As she got up off me I could smell her crotch odor passing over my face. Suddenly something dripped onto my nose, something warm and sticky.

“Quick! Gimme a kleenex!”

I felt a hand pass a piece of tissue over my face, wiping my nose. Then it paused for a minute. The girl called Amy was climbing off me, now, chuckling as she caught her breath.

Another girl called out. “Give him a few minutes to recover. Then it’s my turn!” They all cheered.

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BECKY’S POV
Sitting inside her room, Becky was still tied to the chair. She had heard Tami and Mandy coming back up the hallway after their fruitless pursuit of the station wagon.

“Do you have any idea who those girls were?” Mandy’s voice was saying.

“No,” Tami replied. “Never seen them before.”

“We’ve gotta find Ryan,” Mandy said. “I can only imagine what those girls are gonna do to him.”

“Or how long they’ll keep him.”

Becky heard the voices stop right outside her dorm room. Tami and Mandy didn’t come in right away.

“Should we call the police?” Mandy was asking.

“Are you kidding?” Tami sounded alarmed. “We can’t! If we do, we’ll have to explain what we were doing. We’ll have to tell them that we left Ryian tied up out there in his underpants. Then we’ll be in trouble.”

“Yeah, you’re right!”

“What about Becky? We’d better untie her and let her go.”

“We can’t! If we do, she’ll call the cops.”

“I know,” Tami’s voice said, after a pause. “Let’s just pretend that this is all part of the torture. We’ll pretend that the kidnap was part of the initiation gag. That’ll at least give us enough time to figure out what to do.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Mandy’s voice agreed. “I just hope we can get him back somehow.”

Tami muttered, "As soon as I can, I'm going to get away and go call Ben. He can help us."

The door opened, and Becky saw Tami and Mandy come back in, smiling as if they were perfectly confident.
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RYAN’S POV

After two hours, my whole anatomy was getting sore. I’d been screwed four times so far by these girls, and each time it was the same. First, I’d feel fingers start to play around in my crotch, then they’d start squeezing my penis. After a few minutes of this I’d start to feel myself getting hard. Then I’d feel my penis being inserted up into vaginal lips and up into a girl’s body. Then she’d start bouncing up and down on me, sometimes violently, until I ejaculated. It seemed like these girls were big—not fat, by any means, but just tall and large-boned, like members of a girls’ sports team. The way they rode me was so vigorous and hard, often I found myself barely able to catch my breath.

In between times, they let me rest. During these times I could feel hands stroking me on my chest, my belly, my thighs, and even around my backside. A couple of times I heard a few “click” sounds, and I guessed they were taking pictures of my body.

Then one of the girls said, “It’s my turn. Finally.”

“Yeah, your turn now. We had our fun with him.”

Once again, I felt fingers grip the base of my penis. They squeezed me gently, then a bit harder. Then the fingers slid up and down the shaft. I shivered. I was being primed.

“Looks like there’s some left for me,” the girl remarked. I felt her other hand grip me on my waist. Then the fingers let go, and I heard a “snap” and a zipping sound, like jeans being undone. A moment later, I felt warm legs crawling up and straddling me. They came very close to my face. Then I could feel the warmth in my face, and I smelled something like the odor of dead fish that had been left out in the sun. I heard the other girls start to laugh.

The girl chuckled above me, “I’m just givin’ him a whiff of what he’s gonna get.” More laughter.

Then she backed off. I could feel the insides of her legs gripping me. I felt fingers guiding my penis up into the folds of her vaginal lips. She lowered herself onto me, and I felt my penis being gripped by her vagina, being smothered by her warm, damp vagina.

She raised up slightly, then sat firmly down on me. I thought my pelvis was going to break. Then she raised up again, and came down. Each time, I felt my penis being gripped by that sloshy warm vagina.

“Damn! He’s getting’ big!” she gasped.

“Ride ‘im, Girl!” chortled one of the other girls.

“Fuck ‘im good!”

The girl slammed down on me again, then I could feel her squooshing me. She gasped, “I just hope he’s got enough jizz left in him for me.”

“We saved you some,“ one of the other girls called.

She slammed down on me again. “I just wish I didn’t have to be last.” Slam! Squoosh-sqhoosh.

“Hey! We can’t help it!” One of the other girls said. Slam! I gasped

Another one chimed in. “It’s not our fault you’ve got herpes.” Slam!

HUH???

“Hey!” The girl on top of me protested. “ I didn’t catch herpes on purpose!” Slam! Squoosh-sqhoosh.

I tried to say something, but it only came out as a grunt. Between the gag and all the slamming down on me, I couldn’t protest.

“What about him?” Another girl called. “Isn’t he gonna catch it?”

“Hey! Too bad!” The girl on top of me grunted, slamming down on me and squooshing my penis inside her. Now suddenly I felt horrified. The warm moisture inside her suddenly felt slimy and dirty. This was worse than forced sex—I was tied down to the bed and was being given a sexual disease!

Suddenly, I felt slam-slam-slam! really fast. I felt the squooshing around my penis getting faster.

Suddenly I ejaculated, more out of helplessness than anything else.

“I hope you like being fucked blindfolded.”

I can see two reasons for this. Most of all, it keeps Ryan from Identifying them but it also means he can not see their genitals while they can see his and of course feel everything. Which one is it or is it both?

Kidnapped, raped, and infected.

Too much for me

Do they actually have to mutilate him to get this labeled extreme?

Massageguy wrote: Tue Sep 17, 2024 12:22 pm Do they actually have to mutilate him to get this labeled extreme?

I'm guessing you don't especially like this last part, Massageguy. It isn't as bad as it sounds. Give me one more chapter, and I think it'll all come out just fine.

Datom wrote: Tue Sep 17, 2024 9:15 pm I'm guessing you don't especially like this last part, Massageguy. It isn't as bad as it sounds. Give me one more chapter, and I think it'll all come out just fine.

There's a term for exactly this sort of thing, called "squick". It's basically the point where it becomes too much. And it's a very individualized personal limit, so people have to watch out for themselves and bail at that point. You have to expect people will do that when you're pushing boundaries.

That said, you've certainly proven your skill as a writer Datom so I think that earns leeway as well. But I admit I also wondered if this was going to turn into a snuff story.

Mods tell us to label extreme content. Whether I enjoy it or not isn't the point.

There's always some element of nonconsent in a pantsing story - I get that. But I repeat...

Our protagonist has been kidnapped, raped, and infected.

What's more extreme than that?

Notme22, I never called for this to be deleted. I called for it to be labeled extreme, as per site guidelines.

Ok. No problem. I can label it.

BECKY’S POV

It had been several hours now. Becky had been tied to the chair looking out the window. When Ryan had been captured, and Mandy and Tami had run out the door, Becky had panicked. Something had obviously gone wrong. Ryan had been kidnaped, and no one seemed to know where he’d been taken.

Tami and Mandy were pretending to be calm, like this was all part of the plan. But Becky could tell that, inwardly, they were worried. Where was Ryan? What were his captors doing to him? Was he all right? Were they hurting him?

She wished they’d just go to the police and report the kidnaping. But they couldn’t—or wouldn’t. That would just get them in trouble for their part in the “initiation.” Becky knew that by not reporting the abduction, they were just protecting themselves. But that certainly wasn’t helping Ryan any!

Suddenly, outside the door to Becky’s room, there was a loud “think.” Then a knock.

“Come on in,” Tami called.

But the door didn’t open. There was just the sound of footsteps hurrying down the hall, away from the door.

“Wonder who that was,” Mandy mused.

But then there was another “thunk” on the door.

“Come on in, it’s open,” Tami called, louder than before.

Another “thunk.”

Mandy sighed, and got up and went to the door. She opened it, and looked down.

There, on the hallway floor, was Ryan. He was hogtied, completely nude. There was still a gag in his mouth, but the blindfold had been removed, and he now stared up at Mandy.

Tami was at the door immediately. Together, she and Mandy dragged Ryan into the room and shut the door.

Becky was breathing a sigh of relief. She looked at Ryan, tied up, stark naked, and grunted, “Hmmmmp! Mmmmmmph!”

Ryan was blinking, taking in the sight of the girls, gathered around him. Tami was brushing her hand across his forehead, ad Mandy had gone to Becky’s bed, grabbed a blanket, and was now covering Ryan.

“Poor Ryan!” she murmured, sympathetically. “They kidnaped you, didn’t they?”

Ryan nodded.

“Then they took you to that apartment and tied you down to the bed,” she went on.

Wait a minute! Becky started. How had Tami known anything about a bed?

“And I bet they took turns making you screw for them?”

Ryan nodded again. Becky was mystified. How did Tami know all this?

“Well, don’t worry, Ryan.” She patted his cheek. “It’s okay. As long as they didn’t hurt you.”

Ryan’s eyes bugged out, as though he wanted to protest.

Mandy chimed in, “You just got a good screwing, that’s all. It won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, and don’t worry about Leah,” Tami grinned. “She doesn’t really have herpes.”

“She was just messing with you when she said all that stuff about having herpes,” Mandy chuckled. “She thinks it’s funny to do that to guys.”

A look of relief passed over Ryan’s face.

Becky was staring at Ryan all through this conversation. Now Mandy reached down and pulled the gag out of Ryan’s mouth. At the same time, Tami was untying Becky from the chair, and removing her gag. She noticed the outraged look on Becky’s face.

“Well, congratulations!” Tami looked at Becky. “You’ve survived the initiation, Becky! You’re now officially a member of Kappa Nu Tau. How do you like it?”

Becky blurted out, “You can take your Kappa Nu Tau and go to hell with it! Now get out of here, all of you!”

Mandy and Tami looked at each other. “Really, Becky? You don’t want to become one of our sisters?”

“No!” Becky almost screamed. “I want you all out of my room! Right now!”

Tami and Mandy shrugged. Then they sighed and walked out the door, shutting it behind them.

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Becky looked at Ryan. “You too! Get out!”

Ryan wrapped the blanket around himself. He stood up. “But Becky,” he gasped, “I didn’t do anything wrong! I didn’t even know they were going to do this to me! My God, Becky!” he gasped, “You think I liked all this?”

“Oh, I’ll bet you did,” she snapped. “I’ll just bet you enjoyed every moment of being petted and caressed, and fondled, and . . . .and . . . and screwed by all those girls! You must have been just lapping it up, every bit of it!”

“Becky, no! I hated every second of it! Honest!”

“Yeah, sure! Just . . . just get out of here! Take the blanket if you want. Just go. I don’t want to even see you!”
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RYAN’S POV

After Becky had kicked me out of her room, I was pretty bummed out for the next day. I tried calling her a couple of times, but she didn't ever answer.

But I noticed something.

Every once in a while, as I walked around campus, I’d pass some girl I didn’t know, and she’d look at me, and grin knowingly. A couple of girls looked down at my crotch, then looked up at me and giggled. And in the cafeteria yesterday, there were a couple girls sitting at a nearby table who looked at me, looked at one of their cellphones, then looked at me again and grinned. One of them winked at me, then looked down at my crotch and licked her lips very ostentationsly, then looked at me and winked again.

Why am I so popular all of a sudden? I’m afraid I know.