Frat Boy's First Gangbang (Gay Erotica)
When their frat brother is blackmailed by a rival fraternity, Tony and Joe will do anything to stop it. Anything, including subjecting themselves to public humiliation and rough hazing. Will they be able to handle the final round? This 4000 word short story is for adults only. More
When their frat brother is blackmailed by a rival fraternity, Tony and Joe will do anything to stop it. Anything, including subjecting themselves to public humiliation and rough hazing. Will they be able to handle the final round?
Warning: This explicit 4000 word short story is intended for adults only. Contains hot frat boy gangbang action (m+/m), anal sex, humiliation, exhibitionism, spanking, dog-tail butt plugs, and sweet honey covered ass.
“These mutts look pathetic,” said Mike. “Let’s see if they know any tricks.”
The group hushed and Tony looked up at the large paddle in Mike’s hand. The hard wood made a sharp sound as the big man smacked it against his own palm.
“Speak,” Mike ordered. Everyone waited with expectant looks.
Confused, Tony glanced at Joe.
Suddenly, a loud crack sang out and Joe lurched forward, gritting his teeth. Another blow landed on Tony’s bare ass and the wolf tail vibrated inside him. Tony cried out in agony as flashes of light popped in his sight. His audience erupted in laughter but then quickly shushed each other into silence.
“Speak,” Mike repeated.
“What do you want me to say?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.
“Dogs don’t say anything, they bark. Now speak.” Mike growled.
To drive the point home, another flash of pain exploded on Tony’s rear. A fire raced up his back and down his legs. The plug jolted from the blow.
Choking, he croaked out a bark. Joe echoed him, sounding more like a growl between clenched teeth. Cheers rose around them.
“Almost.” Mike smiled. “Louder.”
More smacks landed as the frat boys took turns spanking them. Tony tried to focus, but each slap knocked the wind out of his lungs. Joe handled it better, somehow keeping a blank look. He barked in monotone and only blinked when they struck him. The group chanted for more, dozens of arms raised above them.
A truck drove slowly by and Tony squeezed his eyes shut while he barked, feeling more heat in his face. His sweat mixed with the honey and the wood paddle pulled at his sore skin, sticky like Velcro.