College Initiations
In Chapter 6, Casper endures the intense and humiliating final stage of fraternity initiation. With Alice’s dominant guidance, Casper confronts his shame and desires, ultimately moving toward self-acceptance and a new chapter in his life.
For adult masturbators only – A satirical erotic fantasy in six chapters – By Richard Lovel – Copyright 2025 (all rights reserved)
Chapter 6 – Initiation Concludes
“Begin!” Tyler called, starting the timer.
The sound of wood meeting flesh echoed through the basement.
The first slap against his penis sent a jolt through Casper’s body. A sharp, focused blow that demanded his full attention. Alice watched his penis bob in response.
“Why butter my biscuit,” exaggerating her natural accent. “Look at you all hog-tied and naked as a jaybird. That little ol’ thing of yours is wagging’ like a tail on a coondog, bless your heart.”
Casper bit his lip. She began tapping gently, sending ripples of sensation through his shaft.
“That’s it,” changing her angle to target the sensitive underside of his glans. “Stay nice and hard for me, like a good masturbator.”
“Alice,” Casper whispered, acutely aware that the fraternity brothers and sorority sisters heard her teasing. “Please don’t—”
“Don’t what?” She interrupted, delivering a sharp tap in reprimand. “Don’t call you what you are? A chronic masturbator who can’t stop playin’ with himself? I know exactly what you need, CasperBator! I’ve been jerkin’ your silly little thing for months.”
The humiliating truth paradoxically made his penis throb more visibly.
“See? You like me to talk this way. Your penis gets even harder when I say what a desperate little masturbator you are.”
Casper glanced sideways at Toby and Priscilla. Her approach was markedly different. She paddled his penis with methodical objectivity.
“Note the autonomic response. The corpus spongiosum is highly reactive to direct stimulation at a forty-five-degree angle. Are you logging your arousal levels, Toby? This is valuable data.”
“I’m trying not to cum, Priscilla.” Toby replied through gritted teeth.
She slapped his penis. “Exercise ejaculatory restraint. No emission without permission.”
A sharp tap from Alice’s paddle regained Casper’s attention. She increased the tempo, at a steady rhythm.
“Twenty-five more minutes,” Alice announced cheerfully. “That much edging is nothing for chronic masturbators. You gonna make it, wanker?”
Casper wasn’t entirely sure. The stimulation was strange— painful, not gentle like a hand, yet arousing.
Ten minutes in, Casper began to struggle. The excitement of novelty faded, replaced by performance anxiety. What if he couldn’t maintain his erection? What if he went limp in front of everyone? The thought became its own reality, and his penis began to soften.
Alice reacted immediately. “Oh no you don’t,” she warned, switching her technique to focus on the base of his shaft. “Don’t you dare limp out on me now.”
“I can’t help it,” Casper muttered, panic rising. “I’m trying, but—”
“But what? You’re thinkin’ too much.” Her voice was sharp. “Listen to me, CasperBator. If you fail, no girl is ever gonna want to fuck you. You’ll be the boy who couldn’t stay hard. The masturbator who couldn’t get in S-E-X even on a quota pass.”
“That’s not fair,” he protested weakly.
“Life ain’t fair, sugar. Neither is pussy. A boy has to earn it.” She delivered a series of quick, light taps along his shaft.
“You know what Becky says? She says deep down, you don’t even want real sex. Pussy scares you. You like this better—being teased, being denied, being controlled.”
Through his anxiety, Casper felt his erection returning. Alice’s cruel teasing aroused him more than gentle encouragement.
“Look at that. Tell a boy he’ll never get pussy, and his thing perks up. What kinda boy does that?”
Casper realized she was right. What did that say about him?
Nearby, Toby was having his own crisis. He whimpered, “Priscilla, I’m going to explode. I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Emission permission denied. Continue to defer ejaculation until instructed.”
She delivered a stinging slap to his penis with the flat of the paddle. Toby yelped but regained control.
Observing Priscilla, Alice commented, “Interesting technique. Should I try that on my masturbator?”
“Apply method heuristically,” Priscilla advised without looking up. “Many subjects correlate pain with arousal. Contingent on their conditioning.”
Casper didn’t like the sound of that, but before he could protest, Alice tested a hard strike square on his testicles. He gasped in pain, but his erection sprang to full attention.
“Well, well, you do like it. You’re full of surprises, CasperBator.”
“I don’t like it,” he insisted.
“That’s not what your dick says.” Another firm tap on his scrotum. “You know what your problem is, Casper? You don’t know what you really want. You act all desperate to have sex like a real man, but what gets you going is bein’ denied pussy. You’d rather be just a chronic masturbator.”
Each time she said those words—chronic masturbator—Casper felt a surge of blood to his penis. The humiliating truth excited him more.
“Look around,” gesturing with her free hand, paddling with the other. “All these frat brothers with their big dicks hanging out of those sexy pants. That’s what real men look like. That’s what girls want. Not boys who jerk off while girls watch.”
“Then why are you doing this?” Casper challenged.
“Because I’m learning who I am. This is my initiation night as well as yours.”
Casper frowned. “What do you mean?”
Alice caressed his penis with gentle strokes. Her voice dropped to a softer tone. “I’ve been a good girl my whole life. Taught that my body is a temple, that sex is dirty. Savin’ myself for marriage. Becky’s been showin’ me things. About myself. About what I want.”
Casper stared up at her, seeing a new woman in her eyes—a new purpose, and yearning.
“And right now I want to wallop your little thing, sugar, because I enjoy this. I like watching you squirm. I like to see boys wanting one thing but gettin’ somethin’ else.”
“Fifteen minutes to go,” Tyler announced. “Pledges holding strong?”
“You’re doing better than I expected. Maybe there’s hope for you yet, CasperBator.”
“Alice, please… If I pass … please…”
“Please what? Please let you fuck me?” She laughed, the sound sharp and dismissive. “Not gonna happen, hon. Not now. Not ever. But maybe if you pass today, some other girl will take pity on you. Some girl with lower standards.”
Casper closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations of the paddle and the shame of her assessment.
~ ~ ~
“Time!” Tyler’s voice rang through the basement. “Thirty minutes complete. All pledges still erect?”
Despite some close calls and visible struggles, every pledge had maintained his erection through the full thirty minutes of paddling. “Excellent. Now for the final test.”
Casper exhaled shakily. His penis was painfully hard, the head flushed dark red from thirty minutes of relentless stimulation. The shaft bore faint pink marks where Alice’s paddle had landed with particular emphasis. His entire body trembled with pent-up arousal.
“Ready your paddles, sisters. And …” Tyler instructed, raising his hand then dropped it dramatically. “Make them cum!”
“Show-time, masturbator,” Alice commanded. “Do what you’re good at. Show me how a chronic masturbator spills his seed.”
The wooden paddle moved in a blur, the edge catching his frenulum with each upstroke. Pain and pleasure merged into a cascade of sensation that drove Casper toward the edge.
“You totally got this, hon” she encouraged, a coach preparing her star for the big play. “Just let go.”
Around the room, paddles working furiously, urging penises toward release. The basement filled with the sounds of slapping wood and grunting men,
“Tell me what you are,” Alice commanded, increasing the tempo. “Say it loud enough for everyone to hear.”
“I’m a—masturbator!” Casper gasped. “I’m a CHRONIC MASTURBATOR! … Oh god, Alice, I’m cumming!”
Casper’s back arched off the bench. Thighs tensed, toes curled. With a strangled cry, he began to ejaculate. The first spurt shot upward with unexpected force, followed by several more as Alice paddled through his orgasm.
“Good boy,” Alice praised, milking the last drops from him with gentle taps. “My good little masturbator.”
The sight and sound of Casper’s release triggered an immediate response from Toby. Pricilla commanded “Permission to ejaculate. Expel your semen now.”
With a high-pitched whimper, Toby obeyed, eyes were fixed on Priscilla’s face for approval. His thin penis pulsed as he ejaculated across his stomach, one sticky rope landing on his face.
The girls worked their paddles and squealed with delight. Like dominoes falling, each ejaculation seemed to spur the next, a cascade of male orgasms. The basement filled with grunts, moans, and cries of release.
“Collective orgasmic criticality” Priscilla observed. “Sympathetic ejaculatory response. A socio-sexual chain reaction.”
“Everyone finished!” Tyler cried. “Not a single failure! Splendid work, brothers and sisters!”
The fraternity members cheered and applauded, The basement air was thick with the musky scent of male satisfaction.
Casper lay panting on his bench, his spent penis softening as the last aftershocks of his orgasm faded. His stomach was splattered with his own release.
“You did it,” Alice said, genuine pride in her voice as she set the paddle aside. “You were the first one to finish, too.”
“Really? I was first?”
“Yep. Set off the whole P-Bomb. All the other boys came because you triggered them. You may be just a masturbator, Casper, but you’re a damn good masturbator.”
At the next bench Priscilla was studying the pattern of Toby’s ejaculate.
“So… I did good?”
“You performed above predicted parameters,” Priscilla confirmed. Toby beamed up at her, licking salty sperm off his own face.
Tyler made the official announcement. “Congratulations, pledges. You have all proven yourselves worthy. The brotherhood of Sigma-Epsilon-Chi welcomes you.”
The fraternity brothers broke into applause and cheers, their exposed genitals bouncing comically with their enthusiasm. Despite the absurdity, Casper felt an unexpected accomplishment. He was going to be a S-E-X brother. Everything was going to change.
~ ~ ~
Alice gently released the padded cuffs around Casper’s wrists and ankles. She handed him a warm, damp towel. “Clean yourself up, hon.”
Nearby, Priscilla meticulously wiped Toby down with alcohol swabs, commenting on the viscosity and volume of his ejaculate with scientific interest. He gazed at her with unabashed adoration.
Tyler moved through the basement, stopping to personally congratulate each new member. When he reached Casper, he grinned and extended his hand— a normal handshake this time. “Well done, CasperBator. Or should I just call you Brother Casper now?”
“Brother Casper sounds good,” Casper replied, shaking Tyler’s hand.
“First to finish, too. That’s rare for our quota pledges. Usually, the sexually challenged males struggle the most.”
“Thanks,” Casper said, unsure if it was actually a compliment.
“Now you’re a S-E-X man. The girls will be all over you. A virgin S-E-X man is like catnip to certain types of girls. They’ll be fighting to be the first to fuck you.”
“Really?”
Alice cautioned, “Don’t go fillin’ his head with too many ideas, Tyler. Our hand-reared boy here is still learnin’ the ropes.”
“Alice … what about you?” Casper asked. “Now that you’re going to be a FUK girl, are you still going to be… you know, saving yourself?”
She didn’t respond. He saw her eyes shift to Tyler. Casper watched their exchange. Tyler held her gaze a long time. Something silent passed between them—a look charged with meaning that made Casper’s chest tighten uncomfortably. Alice’s lips curved into a small, secretive smile before she finally turned back to Casper.
“That’s none of your affair now, sugar,” she said softly. “You go find yourself a nice FUK Girl and don’t you worry about me.”
As Alice walked away with Tyler to join Becky and the other sorority sisters, Toby bounded up. Still naked, penis wagging, unbothered by it. He practically vibrated with excitement.
“Casper! We did it! We’re brothers now! Priscilla says now that we’re official chronic masturbators of the fraternity, we should hang out more. Compare techniques and stuff.”
“I never agreed to be the official—”
“You know,” Toby said thoughtfully, “I was worried at first about being the designated masturbator, but it’s kind of liberating. Finally, people who appreciate my special talent.”
Casper couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re really leaning into this, aren’t you?”
“Why not?” Toby shrugged. “It’s what I am. What we are. And we even have the official title for it.”
Looking around at the celebration, at the masculine fraternity brothers in their crotchless pants, Casper thought about what Toby said. Maybe there was freedom in accepting what you truly were, what truly aroused you.
He looked again at Alice, standing close to Tyler, laughing at something he said. His arm circled casually around her, and she relaxed into his embrace. He felt a sharp pang, but also a sharper thrill — remembering her taunt that he would never have her pussy. Would another soon enjoy the gift she denied him? Why did that excite him?
“Come on,” Toby said, nudging him. “Priscilla wants to teach us some new techniques. Says it’s part of our ‘continuing education’ as the fraternity’s official masturbators.”
With one last glance at Alice and Tyler, Casper followed Toby across the room, ready to begin this new chapter of his life.
~ ~ ~ End ~ ~ ~
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