College Initiations
In Chapter 3, Alice takes a more assertive approach with Casper, confronting him about his masturbation habits. She leverages his desperation and sexual frustration to persuade him to accept Becky’s plan.
For adult masturbators only – A satirical erotic fantasy in six chapters – By Richard Lovel – Copyright 2025 (all rights reserved)
Chapter 3 – Recruiting Caspar
That evening after meeting Becky, Alice is again in her dorm room. Half-naked Casper is sprawled over her lap. Her fingers wrap around his shaft, but tonight they move with full attentiveness. Her eyes fix on his face, studying his reactions. She changes pace on the throbbing organ, slowing whenever his breathing quickens, maintaining his state of desperate need.
“You’re doing it so good tonight …” he gasped, hips lifting involuntarily as her thumb traced the sensitive ridge beneath his glans.
“Yes.”
A simple “yes” hid the sea-change. Alice had embraced Becky’s plan, for Casper, and for herself. The girl is changing to woman.
“I like watchin’ your face when I edge you like this.” She deliberately slowed her strokes just as his breath hitched, denying him the building momentum. “When I stop, you get this look like you’re in pain, but in a good way.”
“Please don’t stop,” he whispered.
“I won’t stop,” her voice honey-sweet. “But I’m not gonna let you finish too quick. I want to talk to you about somethin’, and I need you focused.”
“Focused?” Casper laughed weakly. “How am I supposed to focus with your hand on my dick?”
Alice slowly stroked, keeping him suspended in that delicious agony between almost-there and not-quite-enough. “That’s the point. I want you a little stupid for me, Casper == not so stupid you can’t understand but too desperate to argue.”
“That’s manipulative,” he groaned. His hips pushed upward, seeking more friction.
“Maybe. But you like it, don’t you, masturbator?”
His face flushed, but his penis twitched in her hand. “Don’t call me that.”
“Oh? But you are a chronic masturbator. Aren’t you, Casper? CasperBator?”
“The way you’re talking to me… you’re different…”
“Maybe it’s time for both of us to be different, to look at some hard truths.” Her hand didn’t stop moving.
“Truth about what?”
“Let’s start with this one: even before that video, you were jerking your thing like a wind-up monkey, weren’t you?” she pressed, punctuating her question with a firm squeeze.
“You’re exaggerating… I’m just a normal guy.”
“Don’t you lie to me, Casper. Normal guys don’t work at it like it’s your major or somethin’. Normal guys don’t need it as bad as you do. I think you’re scared to admit how much you like it. I’m not judging. But I am noticing. And maybe it’s time you noticed too, honey. How you’re just wired this way.” Her thumb circled the wet tip of his penis, spreading the clear fluid gathered there.
The humiliating accusation burned but intensified his arousal.
“I’m kinda worried about you, hon,” Alice continued, her voice gentler. “You know what happens to boys who masturbate too much? They can get addicted. Some of them can’t even have normal sex if they try. Their brains get rewired. They need the shame, the secrecy.”
“That’s not me,” Casper protested weakly.
“No?” Her hand stilled completely, lightly enclosing his throbbing erection. “Then why does callin’ you a masturbator make this thing harder? It throbs when I say it. The big bad truth. Casper Halden: chronic masturbator.”
Casper closed his eyes, unable to face her words.
“You oughta find a nice girl to have sex with before it’s too late,” Alice said, resuming her gentle manipulation of his penis. “Before you get permanently addicted to your hand. Or my hand, I guess.”
“I want to,” Casper said in frustration. “You know I want to. But who’s going to have sex with me after that video? I’m a joke. I’m the CasperBator.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” She increased the pace of her strokes slightly, rewarding him for moving the conversation where she wanted it to go. “Becky and I were talking about how to fix you.”
Casper’s stomach tightened. Conversations that began with “Becky and I” rarely ended well for him.
“Becky already fixed me like a puppy. She’s the one who ruined my sex life in the first place.”
“She feels bad about that,” Alice insisted, her hand stopping entirely. “And she wants to help make it right.”
“I don’t want her help.”
“You want this, though,” giving his penis a single, firm stroke and letting go. “So maybe just listen to what she suggested.”
Casper nodded reluctantly, anything to get her hand moving again.
“So here’s what Becky was thinkin’,” her thumb making small circles around his frenulum. “The Sigma-Epsilon-Chi fraternity is havin’ their spring rush, and you oughta pledge.”
“S-E-X? Are you kidding me?” Casper’s voice cracked. “They’d never take me. Those guys are the elite. Athletes, rich kids, future CEOs. They date the hottest girls on campus.”
“That’s the point. If you got in, nobody would care about the video anymore. You’d be a S-E-X guy.”
“But they won’t take me. I’m the campus masturbator, remember?”
“You are, but they will. Becky explained it all to me. S-E-X has to admit a certain number of… how did she put it… ‘sexually challenged males’ every year.”
“Sexually-challenged? What the fuck does that mean?”
“Mm-hmm. Virgins. Masturbators. Premature ejaculators. Boys with itsy bitsy things. Boys who can’t get girls to sleep with them. It’s a Title IX rule. DEI stuff. The university forces the fraternity to accept a certain percentage or they lose certification. And this year, they’re short.”
Casper snarled. “So I’d be what, their token virgin loser? Is that it?”
“Their token chronic masturbator, actually,” her hand twisting slightly on the upstroke. “And yes, that’s exactly it. Since that video went viral, you kinda fit their quota perfectly. A chronic masturbator who can’t get laid.”
As the shame of it rolled through him, Casper was dismayed to feel his arousal intensify. His penis throbbed in Alice’s hand, harder than before.
Alice gloated in the discovery. “Well, well. Look who’s gettin’ excited. Your thing just got harder when I said that. That’s turnin’ you on.”
Casper turned his face away. The idea of being the fraternity’s designated masturbator filled him with embarrassment—and inexplicable excitement.
“It’s not a bad thing. Becky says the frat brothers treat the masturbator pledges pretty nice, sort of like mascots,” Alice continued, her voice softer. “They take care of them, look out for them. The S-E-X guys show you the ropes. Teach you how to talk to girls. How to be a man. And the best part is, girls will actually want to date you.”
“Why would any girl want to date the fraternity’s token masturbator?” Casper asked bitterly.
“Because girls love to fix broken boys. They’ll see you as a project. The virgin who needs rescuing. They think it’s cute. Trust me, those gals will be all over you like a duck on a June bug.”
The thought of girls—plural—wanting him sexually sent a rush of blood to his already stiff erection.
“You want that, don’t you? To get your thing inside a girl? Stop being the CasperBator and start being a real S-E-X man?”
“Yesss,” he sighed.
“Imagine,” Alice whispered, “this isn’t my hand. Pretend it’s a girl on top of you. She’s desperate for you to slip it in her. ”
Alice’s hand hovers above Casper’s erect penis, her fingers loosely curled into a fist. As Casper responds, yielding to the male instinct to thrust and penetrate, the girl’s hand is fixed in place, unmoving, allowing him to experience a small taste of what he desires. She watches with a small smile on her lips.
“Why look at you go! Humpin’ my hand just thinkin’ about all those girls. Phi-Upsilon-Kappa girls, Casper. Becky says the Phi-U-K girls love S-E-X boys, even the designated masturbators.”
“The FUK girls?” Casper spiked dangerously close to the edge with thoughts of the notoriously sexual sorority members.
“That’s right,” she confirmed. “But first you have to pledge. And go through the initiation.”
“What kind of initiation?” Casper asked warily.
“Becky didn’t tell me all the details, but it’s kinda weird and sexy. The Phi-U-K girls are there.”
Casper’s mind raced with possibilities, each more humiliating and arousing than the last.
“I don’t know, Alice. What if I fail? And it just makes everything worse?”
She shrugged. “Then you’re no worse off than you are now. You’ll still be the CasperBator, no girls and no sex. And I’ll still give you these little charity handjobs when I feel sorry for you.
“But don’t worry, hon, I’ll be there for your initiation to help you make it. I’m pledging Phi-Upsilon-Kappa, too.”
“You’re pledging to … the FUK Girls?” Casper’s eyes widened. “But you’re… I mean, you said you don’t… you won’t do it with me…”
“What? Have sex?” Alice laughed. “No, not yet. And even if i did, it won’t be with you, friend boy. Don’t go gettin’ delusions of adequacy. But Becky’s already arranged it with the fraternity president. They need their masturbator quota filled.”
Her fingers found the most sensitive spot beneath the head of his penis, circling it, teasing it. Casper felt himself approaching the point of no return.
“Please,” he gasped. “I need to finish.”
“Are you ready to pledge?” Alice asked, her hand slowing again.
“I don’t know,” he wavered. “It sounds so humiliating.”
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” her voice suddenly firm. “If you don’t promise right now, I’m gonna ruin your orgasm, and then that’ll be the last hand job you ever get from me. Or you can say yes, and I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Your choice, Casper.”
His penis throbbed painfully in her loose grip, desperate for friction, for release.
“Fine,” he surrendered. “Yes, I’ll pledge. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Repeat after me: I, Casper Halden, chronic masturbator…”
Casper swallowed hard, his face burning with humiliation even as his arousal reached new heights.
“I, Casper Halden, chronic masturbator…”
“Acknowledge that I am a sexually-challenged male…”
He hesitated. Her hand stopped completely.
“Acknowledge that I am a sexually-challenged male,” he mumbled quickly.
“Promise to pledge Sigma-Epsilon-Chi Fraternity…”
“Promise to pledge Sigma-Epsilon-Chi Fraternity…”
“I promise to represent the fraternity with dignity despite my sexual limitations…”
“I promise to represent the fraternity with dignity despite my sexual limitations…”
“I understand that my primary value is as a contrast to the sexual prowess of my brothers…”
Casper winced but repeated, “I understand that my primary value is as a contrast to the sexual prowess of my brothers…”
“I will accept training, instruction, or correction from my brothers and the sorority sisters.”
“I will accept training, instruction, or correction from my fraternity brothers and their sorority sisters” Casper’s voice was growing breathier and his hips thrust upward now as Alice’s hand moved faster, bringing him to the edge.
“You’re doing so well,” Alice praised, her voice taking on that maternal quality that somehow made the situation even more arousing.
“Just one more line: ‘This I pledge, as I cum in Alice’s hand.'”
“This I pledge,” Casper gasped, “as I cum in Alice’s hand!”
The combination of physical stimulation, Alice’s praise and the humiliation of his pledge pushed him over the edge. His back arched, a strangled cry escaping his throat as he ejaculated powerfully into her cupped hand.
“There’s my good boy,” she cooed, milking every last drop from him. “My good little masturbator.”
Casper lay back, panting, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm and the conflicting emotions that accompanied it: the humiliation of reciting such a degrading pledge, the heightened pleasure. Alice reached for a tissue and wiped her hand clean.
“There, That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Was that really the fraternity pledge?”
Alice laughed. “No, silly. Just some stupid thing Becky made up. To get you in the right mindset. But this plan is gonna change everything for you. Trust me.”
As his breathing returned to normal and the fog of arousal cleared from his mind, Casper wondered what exactly he had agreed to. The promise of a new identity, a chance to escape the humiliation of “The Video,” Yet the way Alice had manipulated his arousal, using his humiliation to excite him further, suggested something deeper about himself that he wasn’t ready to confront. Something that made the prospect of his upcoming initiation both terrifying and thrilling.
“When do we start?” he asked, pulling his pants back up, his decision made.
Alice smiled. “This weekend. Don’t worry, Casper. By next week, you won’t be the CasperBator anymore. You’ll be a Sigma-Epsilon-Chi brother.
“But no more study dates and no jerkin’ off between now and then. You gotta be in your best shape for initiation.”
Casper was not as reassured as she intended.
~ ~ ~ continued ~ ~ ~
Chapter Index
Chapter 1 – The Study Date
Chapter 2 – Becky in the Bistro
Chapter 3 – Recruiting Casper
Chapter 4 – Prelude
Chapter 5 – Initiation Begins
Chapter 6 – Initiation Concludes
Note: This story continues a tale begun in It’s Only a Penis