College Initiations

In Chapter 5, the initiation begins with Casper and other pledges naked and restrained on benches. Casper bonds with fellow pledge Toby, who reveals his own unique relationship with masturbation. The sorority members arrive and the Grand Master explains the ritual: exposure, teasing, and the penis paddle challenge, culminating in a public display of the pledges’ sexual control and endurance.

For adult masturbators only – A satirical erotic fantasy in six chapters – By Richard Lovel – Copyright 2025 (all rights reserved)

Chapter 5 – Initiation Begins

He was naked. The cold leather of the bench pressed against Casper’s bare back. Wrists and ankles were secured by padded restraints. His male organs lay exposed, vulnerable. In the basement of the Sigma-Epsilon-Chi Fraternity house, a dozen other naked pledges lay similarly strapped around him.

Nervous laughter and forced bravado echoed against concrete walls. Boys sneaked glances at each other, privately comparing male equipment. Casper noted with dismay where he fell in the pecking order.

A soft whisper. “Hey. You’re the CasperBator, right?”

A skinny, freckle-faced boy lay strapped to the bench beside him. An awkward, apologetic smile. A penis, thin and unremarkable, lying flaccid on his thigh.

Heat flooded Casper’s face. “Yeah. That’s me.”

Instead of mockery, the boy expressed something like reverence. “Holy shit. You’re famous, man. I’m Toby. I guess we’re bench buddies for whatever fucked-up thing they’re going to do to us.”

“Guess so,” Casper replied. “You nervous?”

“Shitting myself, honestly … Are you?”

“Nah,” Casper lied, then caved. “Actually, yeah. Terrified.”

They shared a moment of silent camaraderie.

“So why are you here?” Toby asked.

“Alice, my girlfriend convinced me. Said it would help my reputation.” He hesitated. “You know about the video?”

“I watched your video. The one with you and the girls.”

Casper sighed. “Everyone did.”

“Yeah. But … Can I tell you something weird?”

“We’re naked and strapped to benches in a frat basement. I think we’re past weird.”

“I mean… I really watched it. Like, a lot. … I jerked off to it.”

“You what?”

“Multiple times. I know it sounds messed up,” Toby continued hurriedly, “I’m not coming on to you or anything, but seeing you like that—so exposed, being told what a good masturbator you were. The CFNM scene … you know what I mean … I wished it was me.”

“Oh great. So now I’m a fetish porn star.” But instead of disgust at the perverse confession, Casper felt a strange warmth pooling in his groin. His penis twitched, stiffened. He changed the subject.

“What about you? Why are you here?”

“My girlfriend Priscilla made me do it. She’s really into this kind of stuff.”

“Your girlfriend wanted you to get strapped down naked in front of people?”

Toby nodded. “Priscilla’s different. She’s like, super smart, but she doesn’t really do normal stuff. She’s into studying sexual behavior. Especially masturbation.” He lowered his voice. “She likes to watch guys… you know .. jerking off.”

“Seriously? She’s into that?” Casper felt a twinge of envy. Alice’s curiosity had waned after his first performance for her.

“Yeah. She’s the one who showed me your video. We watched it together while I…” Toby trailed off, his cheeks flushing red.

“You jerked off to my video? While your girlfriend watched?”

“Yeah. It was her idea. She even made me do the same moves you were doing. It was pretty hot. Like I was in that video with you.”

The image formed in his mind: Toby masturbating in front of his girlfriend while watching, wanting to join, wanting to share Casper’s own humiliation. His penis continued to harden, rising from his thigh. It was doing something to him. Something Casper didn’t want to examine too closely.

“She likes that kind of thing. You know, masturbation stuff.” Toby confessed, his voice barely audible. “ I sort of do too, Always have. Doing it. Talking about it. Watching other guys do it. Being watched, being told what to do. Is that … too weird?””

Casper hesitated, feeling a disturbing resonance. “I don’t know. Maybe not.”

“Are you a virgin?” Toby asked suddenly. “I am. Priscilla doesn’t do sex. She just wants to watch me masturbate, or do … weird things to me.”

“Yeah,” Casper admitted. “I’m a virgin too. Alice won’t either … Says she’s saving herself for marriage. She’ll jerk me off but it’s like charity. “

“So we’re both virgins. Both chronic masturbators,” Toby said. He seemed to savor the phrase. “That’s why we’re here, right? The masturbator quota?”

“Fuck, don’t say it out loud,” Casper groaned.

“Why not? It’s true. I jerk off all the time. Like, minimum three times a day. Sometimes more if Priscilla’s watching. She says I have an addiction.” Toby sounded almost proud. “I bet you do too.”

“Maybe,” Casper muttered, acutely aware of the throbbing in his penis. The humiliation was, perversely, turning him on.

Toby pointed at Casper’s crotch. “Look at that. We’re getting hard just talking about it.”

“No, we’re not,” Casper denied, despite the evidence literally staring up at him.

“It’s okay,” Toby said. “I think it’s cool. Two masturbators getting hard together before the big show.”

“Shut up,” Casper said, but there was no real anger in it. Just embarrassment, and beneath that, a confusing mix of arousal and recognition.

~ ~ ~

The door at the top of the basement stairs banged open. A group of males descended into the basement. The naked pledges fell silent, all eyes on the imposing figure leading the procession: Tyler Lawson, the Grand Master of Sigma-Epsilon-Chi.

“Gentlemen,” Tyler announced, in a voice of natural authority, “welcome to your initiation.”

Casper gasped when he realized what Tyler and the other fraternity brothers were wearing. Form-fitting elastic athletic tights, but with a shocking modification – the crotch was open, a triangular cutout left their genitals completely exposed. The outfit staged the male anatomy, framing it like a prized exhibit.

“Holy shit,” Toby whispered. “Their goods are hanging out. And they’re huge!” It was true. The cutouts drew the eye directly to their equipment, and most were impressively endowed.

“Tonight, you pledges will prove yourselves worthy of the brotherhood. Some of you have the qualities we look for in a S-E-X brother – charisma, leadership, sexual prowess.” His gaze swept the room, then fixed on Casper and Toby with a knowing smirk. “And some of you are Title IX quota dorks.”

Laughter rippled through the room. Casper felt his face burning.

“But in an hour you’ll all be brothers – if you pass the test.” Tyler clapped his hands. “Now, Brothers, give our pledges the fraternal greeting.”

The fraternity members dispersed through the room, each approaching a pledge. Casper watched in confusion as one brother reached a pledge’s bench and extended his hand – not to shake the pledge’s hand, but to grasp his penis firmly.

“What the fuck?” Casper muttered.

“It’s the secret fraternity handshake,” Toby explained. “Priscilla told me about it. She studies stuff like that. She says they do it in Amazon tribes. Like a bonding ritual.”

Before Casper could respond, a tall, muscular brother approached his bench. The guy’s own penis hung prominently through the triangular cutout in his pants, thick and imposing.

“CasperBator,” the brother grinned. “I’m Derek. Ready for the fraternal welcome?”

Without waiting for an answer, Derek reached down and wrapped a large hand around Casper’s penis. The grip was firm but not painful. The bizarre handshake sent blood rushing to Casper’s organ.

“Good luck tonight, pledge.” Derek maintained eye contact while gripping Casper’s rapidly hardening penis. Casper lay frozen, mortified yet aroused.

Derek’s own exposed penis began to rise, untouched. His hand encouraged Casper with rhythmic squeezes; soon both boys were fully erect. Only then did Derek release him with a nod.

“We’re all rooting for you.” Derek smiled, then moved on.

Casper turned to see Toby receiving the same treatment from a different brother. Toby was clearly willing, almost eager, lifting his hips slightly as the brother took hold of him.

But suddenly, Toby groaned, his voice strangled. “Oh god … I can’t—I’m gonna—” His face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and distress as his penis pulsed in the brother’s grip.

“Dude, not yet!” the brother exclaimed, but it was too late. Toby ejaculated, his semen splattering across his stomach and the fraternity brother’s hand.

The room erupted in raucous laughter and hoots.

“We’ve got a quick shooter!” someone called out.

“DEI for a PE.” another voice added.

The fraternity brothers joked at Toby’s red face and the mess on his stomach. Only Casper remained silent, feeling sympathy but relieved that it wasn’t him.

“I couldn’t help it,” Toby mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut in humiliation. “I’m sort of a premature ejaculator when I’m nervous,”

The brother who’d been holding him wiped his hand on a towel, still chuckling. Tyler strode over to assess the situation, looked down at the evidence of Toby’s premature excitement, then broke into a good-natured grin.

“Don’t worry, pledge,” Tyler said, his voice kind despite his amusement. “It doesn’t count if it happens before the ceremony begins. Consider it a warm-up.”

More laughter followed, but there was no real malice in it. Casper was surprised to see Toby’s embarrassment giving way to something like blushing pride.

“See?” Toby whispered to Casper. “They like it when we’re pathetic. It makes them feel more manly.”

“Speak for yourself,” Casper muttered, but felt the truth of it. The mockery came with acceptance.

Around the room, the bonding ritual continues as hands grip penises. Some pledges flinch at first contact, others close their eyes and sigh in pleasure. The brothers’ own members jut proudly from their pants as they perform their duties.

“All right, pledges,” Tyler called out. “Now that we’ve all been properly introduced it’s time for the real test. The sisters will be arriving any minute.”

Casper’s heart rate doubled. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.

~ ~ ~

A chime sounded. “The girls are here,” announced one of the brothers. Sorority members began to descend into the basement.

At the head, Becky Collins surveyed the room scanning the naked, bound pledges. Behind her came a procession of sorority girls, all fully clothed, their expressions ranging from amused to predatory. Clothed women evaluating naked, bound men.

Casper spotted Alice. His breath caught. She appeared different, transformed. Not the gentle Southern girl who let him cum in her hand. She wore a form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves, modest yet undeniably alluring. A thin choker circled her neck. There was something new in her eyes – a glint of dominance that made his penis twitch against his will.

Next to Alice came a pudgy, bespectacled girl with mousey brown hair, wearing ill-fitting clothes. She moved with abrupt, awkward motions, as if her body operated on a different rhythm than everyone else’s. Her large eyes darted excitedly over the naked boys, then zeroed in on Toby.

“That’s Priscilla,” Toby muttered. “This is like her wet dream.”

Tyler stepped forward to meet Becky in the center of the room. “Sisters of Phi-Upsilon-Kappa, welcome to the sacred initiation chamber of Sigma-Epsilon-Chi.” He raised one arm in salute. Becky looked down at his crotch and smiled, noting another arm raised in her honor.

“Pledges, tonight the sisters will put your manhood to the ultimate test. Sister Becky will reveal the sacred talisman that has initiated brothers into S-E-X for generations.”

Becky stepped forward, holding up a thin wooden paint stirrer. “The Penis Paddle. Tonight, a sister will bring each of you to orgasm by this.”

Murmurs and nervous laughter rippled through the pledges. Casper quailed at the meaning of her words.

“The rules are simple,” Tyler continued. “The pledge must maintain an erection for thirty minutes, stimulated only by the penis paddle. No hands, no other body parts. Just wood against woodie.”

“Then,” Becky added, “when the time is up, you must ejaculate on command, also from only the paddle. If you lose your erection before the thirty minutes is up, you fail. If you ejaculate before the command, you fail.”

“What happens if we fail?” one pledge asked, his voice cracking.

Tyler grinned without mirth. “Then you don’t become a brother. And the entire freshman class of women will know you can’t keep it up, or you pop too quick. Guess how much pussy you’ll get in the next four years.”

Becky nodded to the sorority girls, who spread out through the room, giggling and whispering, each selecting a pledge. Alice approached Casper, and Priscilla clumped over to Toby.

“Remember, girls,” Becky called out, “No touching the pledges with anything but the paddle. No helping them cheat. This is a sacred ritual.”

The sorority sisters nodded solemnly, but did not hide their excitement at what was to come.

“One more thing,” Becky added in a sultrier tone. “The FUK Girls will host a special celebration party for pledges who pass the test. Success has its rewards.” The implication hung in the air.

Alice, standing beside Casper’s bench, paddle in hand, leaned close to his ear. “You know what that means. You pass this, and girls will be linin’ up. You’ll finally get some pussy.” She trailed the paddle lightly across his bare chest. “Not my pussy, of course.”

Next to Toby, Priscilla adjusted her glasses and examined her paddle. “This will feel different than my hand,” she said, tapping it against her palm. “You might last longer, though I calculate a 73% chance you’ll ejaculate prematurely.”

“Not helping, Priscilla,” Toby groaned.

“Begin!” Tyler called, starting the timer.

The sound of wood meeting flesh echoed through the basement.

~ ~ ~ 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