Many thanks to Jerry for passing me some more pictures from the previous series. I hope you like the story.
Well, after being displayed naked on the first day of Hell Week, we didn't think it could get any worse. Then, later in Hell Week we were made to get or give blow jobs in public.
Apparently our PledgeMaster got a request for a repeat showing!
Gavin and I were dragged out to the usual spot, stark naked from the ankles up and told to “start making out”.
It turned out that this was just to give time for all the people who had asked for the show to turn up.
I'm not sure what startled me more, the flash of a car light, or the voice of my elder brother Richard shouting my name. Of course, he had gone through all this four years before so had no sympathy for me at all!
My brother announced to everyone present that he had been the prime instigator of the repeat showing and would be calling the orders for the afternoon. First of all, Gavin was to give his “little kiddy brother” a blow job.
It was still hazing, of course, but there are worse ways to be punked by your big brother.
My brother knows my tells. As soon as I got anywhere close to cumming he flashed the lights of his car and told us to swap.
I had no choice. Under my brother's orders I got down on Gavin's cock. He was stretching after the time on his knees and I almost lost his cock from my mouth. I tried to ignore my brother's laughter and focused on the task at hand. Well, the task at mouth.
Of course, it got worse. My brother started loudly recounting the times he had caught me jerking off at home as we were growing up. All this forced me to focus even more intently on the blow job I was giving Gavin. I don't think I had ever been so attentive in the entire week of my cock sucking life.
When he moved on to the story of how he once stripped me naked in the back garden and locked my clothes in the house, I wanted to say something but Gavin had a hand on my head to stop me pulling back. I don't know if he wanted me to avoid being punished or whether he was just enjoying his blow job. Probably a bit of both.
My brother might be an evil, cruel, son of a bitch — actually he certainly is an evil, cruel etc. — but he's not particularly imaginative. Perhaps that's why he was never PledgeMaster in his year. All he could think to do next was have us swap back.
And then, as if he had heard my thoughts, he threw another curve ball: “Nicky, why don't you tell us about all your sexual encounters ever? A nice clear voice, please because I've only got a small microphone in the video camera. And don't skip any because I know quite a few of them myself.”
I'd been quite the jock at school and had banged way more than my fair share of girls. Richie made me recount every fumbling detail of my early days, every one nighter in our family car, and a description of every single place I had ever masturbated (fortunately only once per location) and style I had used.
When I had finished my account and was starting to gasp with the need to shoot my load, Richie swapped us again. “Let me tell you all about the time Dad spanked Nicky bare ass in front of me and his friends.”
There had never been such an occassion! But I couldn't utter a word of protest, because my mouth was full of cock. And this time I had to keep going until Gavin came and Richie drove off.