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From: Andy Caulden <andycaulden@yahoo.com>
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Pledge Milk

By Andy Caulden

andycaulden@yahoo.com
Comments, suggestions, and questions welcomed.

--The following story is a work of fiction; any
resemblance to persons, places, or events is strictly
coincidental. This story involves explicit, non
consensual sexual content taking place between men and
teens. If such a premise offends you, is illegal by
law to obtain, examine, or otherwise view in your
place of residence or business, please do not
proceed.--

Garrett was told this was the final of the many
bizarre, but required ordeals he'd experienced
recently as a pledge in the Sigma House. It was early
morning in the late summer when he woke, his nearly
naked form dusted with perspiration and his boxers and
socks slightly moist. 

The air was usually cool and musty in the basement,
but the brothers had space heaters and several
humidifiers on and the windows shut, just to keep the
two pledges going camping with James for the night
acclimated. 

When Garrett realized he was awake, he also realized
that he was still tied to the cot like a mental
patient, with his socked feet stretched and tied off
and his wrists tied at his sides. 

It'd been impossible for him to fall asleep in the hot
and humid air, and he had just remembered last night,
when he started really wondering what the hell he was
getting into.

He was surprised upon surveying his view of the
basement and noticed another pledge, Peter, also tied
in the same fashion. 

* * *
James hit the snooze button on his alarm cock twice
before he finally rummaged out of bed and got dressed.
Most of the stuff for the trip was already packed in
the dated tahoe the frat owned. James groggily grabbed
his extra backpack and a plastic bin from under the
bed, popping it open. It was stuffed with oddities. 

He grabbed two black strips of cloth first, and two
pairs of handcuffs, setting them aside. He proceeded
to slowly fill the backpack with one thing after
another. Lube, feathers, clothespins, toothbrushes and
other household items. And of course, his cordless
violet wand. 

James smiled when he thought about how neat it would
look, shocking and sparking in the deep dark of the
woods, kinda painful, but from using it on himself he
knew it could really get a guy off, and it did no real
harm.

He unlocked the basement door and went down the steps,
carrying a six pack of beers in one hand. He reached
the bottom step and went to Garrett first and undid
his bonds, then over to Peter. 

The two freshman nimbly stretched and sat upright, but
said nothing. By now, they knew it was best just to
keep silent unless directly asked a question by a
brother.

"I bet you guys are probably thirsty huh? Hungry?
Here's breakfast. Chug, use the toilet, and come
upstairs," James said as he began walking up the
stairs. 

Garrett came up first, his youthful face curious what
to expect for the camping trip. Standing in the
doorway, his pale skin highlighted the blue in his
eyes, and he unconsciously scratched his bellybutton.
A small trail of dark hair ran from his naval until it
disappeared beneath his boxers.  James handed him a
musty pair of old sneakers and told him to put them
on, along with a black blindfold and a pair of
handcuffs. He hopped from one foot to the other as he
slipped the old, worn, smelly sneakers on--size
11--and then blindfolded himself before mechanically
cuffing his own hands behind his back.

Peter shook his shaggy, thick auburn hair a few times
upon reaching the top of the stairs, and he too was
handed a fitting pair of sneaks with grass stains from
mowing yards.  

For a boy of 18, Peter was quite developed, although
he was of a smaller stature than Garrett. Watching his
handsome face scrunch as he slid his plump size 9 feet
into the sneakers, James thought about how Peter had
provided a nice view over the last week running around
the house wearing only boxers, and sometimes not even
that. His stomach, chest, and practically everywhere
else visible to the eye was smooth and tan. 

With the shoes on, he slowly covered his glowing green
eyes with the blindfold, and also cuffed his hands
behind his back, standing right next to Garrett.

They stood silently until James led the two young and
hot pledges slowly to the car and strapped them in,
started the engine, and took off.

* * *

They arrived shortly before nightfall, when the warm
and humid air hung thick in the woods. After getting
Garrett and Peter out of the car, their blindfolds
were yanked off and they saw the dense woods around
them for the first time, a thick and murky mix of
trees, brush, and foliage. 

They were told not to speak unless spoken to, as
usual, and soon had their hands freed only to lug all
of the gear to the camp site, which was nothing more
than a large clearing among the trees beside a small
makeshift fire pit in the ground.

James had the pledges set a large tent up and enjoyed
watching them wipe sweat from their eyes and hearing
their grunts as they worked in the dusk sun. 

Once everything was set up, James handed the pledges a
few more beers and gave each a small, blue
diamond-shaped pill, telling them to swallow it.
Garrett and Peter exchanged glances with each other,
as their heads filled with questions about what the
pill did, but neither of them could muster the will to
question Jason and the two youths washed them down and
finished the remaining few brews.

"All right, it's getting dark out. Take a piss and
then get inside the tent," James said as he unzipped
it. He guided the pledges as they entered, having them
lie side-by-side in the middle of the tent on separate
spongy pads usually placed under sleeping bags. 

Garrett shot another concerned look to Peter when
James broke out rope, a hammer, and stakes. Both of
them failed to notice that there were rivet holes on
the floor of the tent, two at their feet and one well
above their heads. 

Each of them laid there silently, glad to be done with
an uncomfortably long car ride and the hard work of
setting up camp. James drove stakes through the holes
in the tent--one to tie each foot, and one for bound
wrists. 

In no time, James had the two athletic pledges
stretched out on the tent floor, their feet
individually bound and stretched to a steak and tied,
and their hands bound together and tied to the stake
above, stretching out their young taught skin and
bones.

James left the tent briefly and returned with his
backpack and a roll of duct tape, setting a kerosene
lantern in the corner of the tent to provide a
flickering glow as he blindfolded the pledges again.

"Well guys, I don't think you should be wearing shoes
inside a tent, I better take them off," James said as
Garrett and Peter felt laces being undone and the
frat-issued footwear being taken off. 

James expertly and firmly squeezed each of their damp
socked feet,  noticeably relaxing both in their bonds.
He loved the meaty, firm feeling of Peter's size 9's,
but also equally enjoyed feeling and flexing Garrett's
long and narrow toes.

"I also don't think you should be wearing socks inside
the tent, either," James plainly said as he peeled the
socks off each pledge. In fresh air, Peter wiggled his
toes a bit, occasionally flexing around while they
waited in darkness for something.

During all of this, each pledge's cock showed a twitch
of life and then immediately swelled hard as a rock.
Garrett squirmed uncomfortably as his prong strained
against the cotton boxers, leaving a small wet spot
where the tip was.

Peter's cock pulsed as it stuck staunchly upright
through the fly of his boxers. The pledges had
unwittingly taken a dose of viagra, which would
bolster their performance. 

Soon enough, Garrett felt James move close to his
head, heard a strip of tape being ripped, and was told
by James to open his mouth. He obeyed and found his
mouth stuffed with Peter's socks before he could get
any words out, the balled up, rancid socks stretching
his yaw slightly. He then felt a strip of duct tape
secure the gag in place. 

In spite of his blindfold, Peter jerked his head at
the sound, and tensed intently as he heard Garrett's
muffled whimpers behind the thick sock gag.

Peter stifled a grunt when he felt his bare soles
firmly stroked by a single finger.

"Open up," Peter heard. He could smell the foul socks
in Garrett's mouth inside the tent already, and was
horrified when he felt sweaty cotton push down on his
tongue, taped in place.

"Allright guys, here's the deal. Those gags in your
mouth are fresh off each other's feet. You two have no
idea where you are, and now you're tied up helplessly
inside a tent in the middle of nowhere, " James said
as he took out two small beakers he lifted from the
chem lab and placed them near the heads of the
pledges.

"And since I see both of you sporting wood, I don't
think you should be wearing boxers inside the tent
either," James said.

Garrett and Peter muffled groans and protests when
James said that. Soon each of them felt their boxers
snipped off and pulled away. Sweat from the small of
Garrett's back was trickling down to his ass, which
was slick against the pad beneath him.

James lightly traced fingers around their naked, bound
bodies until they were both grunting and moaning,
overloaded with sensations and placed in a sexual
frenzy by a little blue pill. 

"You know you guys have had a really tough time at the
house. I mean, neither of you have been able to play
with yourselves for an entire week, so now is the
perfect time for me to do it for you, and let you two
play Pledge Milk"

They both blurted questions into their gags.

"Pledge Milk is very, very simple. You take two tied
pledges, like yourselves," James said, taking hold of
one nipple each, gliding his rough fingers around and
kneading, pinching, and twisting them, getting the
pledges taught in their ropes, toes splayed.

"And then you milk both pledges-- make them cum over
and over again until not a single drop of anything
comes out. Sometimes it can take a long, long time
before that happens. Eventually the gags come off, and
you'll swallow each other's milk, becoming a true
brother. Pretty awesome, huh?"

Peter pulled firmly at the stakes in the ground
securing his feet, his naked body twisting around;
trying to find some escape. Garrett was somewhat
stunned upon processing what James said, but suddenly
blurted muffled laughs into his gag.

James began to tickle their feet, sometimes
simultaneously, sometimes trading off, scrubbing the
soles with toothbrushes, fingers, and a jagged stick
he'd picked up outside.

Of the two, Garrett was blatantly more sensitive, and
thrashed as much as his bonds would allow while James
tickled him, hysterically laughing, pleading, and
begging for it to stop, all the while his uncut cock
slapped around with his jerking.

For several minutes, James tortured Garrett, and his
black hair was clumped and wet with sweat, his pale
skin glistening in the glow of the lantern as he was
tickled non-stop.

Peter couldn't see anything, but could feel Garrett
bucking around next to him, and could hear his shrieks
of laughter get absorbed into the thick sock gag,
mocking the deaf ears they fell upon. 

No sooner than after Garrett's laughter subsided,
Peter felt something soft and light flutter around his
toes, making him shiver and giggle. James twirled two
feathers between Peter's toes but got only a mild
reaction, and soon swiveled the soft tools up his
smooth legs, getting some strong grunts and groans
when he lightly stroked Peter's inner thighs. 

James kept this up for at least half an hour, leaving
the pledge's dripping boners untouched, using
hairbrushes, feathers, toothbrushes, and the always
effective crooked stick all over the pledges' torsos,
navel, thighs, feet, armpits, and everywhere else.

James enjoyed tickling both Garrett and Peter at the
same time, trying to see if he could make Peter laugh
louder than Garrett, testing and exploring the muffled
reactions he got when he ran a hairbrush around both
of their stomachs and chests; Garrett's pale skin was
blushing with feeling as the prickly brush roamed into
every crevice over and over again, while Peter's tan
and taught body would occasionally break out with
goosebumps. 

When he was satisfied he'd tickled the fight out of
the pledges--if there had been any to begin
with--James grabbed his backpack and took out two
clothes pins, his violet wand, and a bottle of warming
lube. 

Peter could feel James' breath on his ear as he
snapped a clothespin on each nipple and then flicked
them both a few times. 

"As talented as I am, I don't think I can wring out
quality loads from both of you at the same time,"
James spoke softly into Peter's ear and made him grunt
when he twisted his nipple with the clothespin, "so I
got these to keep you occupied while I work over
Garrett. It shouldn't take too long, though."

Garrett's fists clenched into white-knuckled balls and
his long toes splayed as he let out a shout of
surprise, pain, and fear when he felt James zap his
adam's apple with the violet wand. Blindfolded,
Garrett had no clue about the fiendish electric toy
that could deliver a tickling buzz or a shock that
hurt like hell, but left no marks and did no damage. 

James lowered the intensity and elicited a loud groan
from Garrett--and a lurch of his cock--when he touched
and held the wand to his nipples, traveling back and
forth between the two, the purple glow illuminating
the inside of the tent in a sporadic fashion. 

James continued his sensual electric molestation as he
lubed up Garret's long, thin uncut cock with a
sprouting mushroom head, and slowly delivered a firm
fist sliding up and down, which made Garrett groan and
writhe from the intense feeling and his building need
to cum.

The tickling and teasing combined with the viagra had
Garrett's mind in a frenzied state of hormonal chaos,
his entire existence now focused solely around all the
sensations and feelings coursing through his body. 

As the deliberate masturbation continued, James
allowed the wand to roam around Garrett's legs, soles,
and toes, back around again and again. When James
noticed the pledge's change in breathing and curling
toes, he slowed his jacking down and swirled his
fingers around the bloated, ultra sensitive mushroom
head, making Garrett squeal from behind his gag.

Grabbing the small beaker and holding it near
Garrett's cock, James skillfully brought the teen over
the edge, making him yell into his gag and his body
tense while his cock pulsed and shot seven long ropes
of cum collected in the beaker.

"Not bad at all, but I think we'll have to take it a
little slower next time," James said to Garrett as he
placed the wand on one nipple and was gently kneading
the other. Garrett groaned and pleaded for release
briefly, until James removed the clothespins from
Peter and snapped them onto Garrett's nips, full and
erect from their stimulation. 

Peter's mind was racing now, knowing that whatever
happened to Garrett was about to happen to him, and he
was helpless to stop it. He felt a sharp shock on his
right nipple, then his left. Over and over again,
James enjoyed making the pledge spasm and grunt
relentlessly, all the while lubing and stroking the
pledge's thick cock. 

Peter's dick, in its current sexually stimulated
state, was acting not unlike a leaky faucet, dripping
pearly beads of precum onto his stomach. James
switched off and laid down the wand, picking up a
feather that he brought down to Peter's meaty feet,
running it along the soles and in between the toes,
making the pledge giggle softly as his dick was being
slowly masturbated towards climax. 

Just as Peter would unknowingly indicate his proximity
to orgasm by sucking in his stomach and tensing
against his bonds, James would remove his hand from
stroking the pledge's cock, and relocate his fingers
to thrum the teen's smooth, almost hairless armpits,
while he brought the feather to dance around his inner
thighs and balls, at times making Peter cry out for
some type of relief and struggle to escape his bonds. 

Finally, James grabbed Peter's beaker and firmly
stroked the pledge's hard cock until he blasted hot
cream into the container. Peter's entire body was
wrecked by the orgasm, but at the same time, a
sex-crazed part of his brain wanted this to
continue--it needed it to continue, and he groaned
when he again felt the squeeze of the clothespins on
his tender nipples, and heard Garrett's grunting and
groaning. 

Neither teen's cock had lost any hardness, and James
was delighted to find that Garrett's ticklishness had
increased since his orgasm, coarse laughter and pleas
poured from behind his gag when he ran the hairbrush
all over the pledge's bucking abdomen and chest, and
even more so when a toothbrush scratched up an down
his long arches at the same time. 

Garrett's roars and thrashes subsided to stifled
grunts and squawks when James stopped the tickle
assault to softly glide the irritating toothbrush
bristles all around the shaft and head of the pledge's
long, uncut cock, alternating between a torturously
slow jerk off and, right before Garrett was about to
blow, intense tickling on his bare feet.

James would keep the pledge on the brink for some
time, only to tickle him and kill his hopes of
releasing his jism and pent-up sexual frustration,
before starting it over again. 

Like before, he reached up and grabbed Garrett's
beaker, already filled with a couple of teaspoons
worth of cream from his first orgasm, and firmly
squeezed and jacked the pledge's second load into the
container, milking every last drop of juice that came
out.

Garrett was almost relieved when he felt the pinching
clothespins on his nipples, breathing hard and his
naked body drenched in sweat. He guessed by the noises
Peter was making that the violet wand was back, and
scolded himself for being turned on by an erotic flash
within his mind of Peter, naked, sweaty and bound at
the mercy of James, his bushel of reddish-brown hair
shaking back and forth and his tan, taught muscles
straining against the bonds. 

Meanwhile Peter struggled next to him in his
restraints, trying in vain to escape the fizzy
electric tickle of that damn wand against his balls,
which James applied as he methodically stroked the
pledge's cock, eventually bringing him to another
mind-shattering orgasm that sent waves of lust and
pleasure through his entire body. 

When Peter felt his cock tap the side of the beaker,
he remembered that after all of this was over, he'd
have to down another guy's cum. The thought disgusted
him--he'd never even thought of tasting his own, and
now here he was, in some rural campgrounds far away
from anyone that could hear their muffled cries as
both pledges were being forced to shoot their loads. 

After hearing Peter's monumental orgasm and subsequent
cooing into his gag, Garrett readied his body as best
he could for James' return, but after a few minutes he
heard James unzip the tent and step out. 

James walked with the lantern to meet another brother
from the house, Spencer, who had just arrived from
town and led him back to their tent to find two
pledges bound in an upside down Y manner, dicks hard
and glistening in the yellow lantern light.

"How many loads so far?," Spencer asked of James,
getting the immediate attention of the blindfolded
pledges stirring and saying undecipherable things into
their sock gags, no doubt curious as to who just
arrived.

"Two each. They're both horny little fuckers, I didn't
see any decrease in output from their second
loads...if anything the second loads were better. This
one is insanely ticklish," James said, grabbing
Garrett's bound foot and running his fingers up and
down the sole, instantly sending the pledge into a fit
of laughter and struggling.

Spencer laughed and asked, "what about this one?,"
surprising Peter by firmly grabbing and squeezing his
dick, still leaking precum. 

"Look what this does to him," James said as he grabbed
the wand and increased the intensity before zapping
the pledge all over, pointing out a new bead of precum
that surfaced in response to the menacing shocks
wreaking havoc on Peter's senses. 

Garrett groaned a sigh of relief as the clothespins
were finally removed from his nipples. He felt James'
tongue lick his ear as he softly hissed that now that
Spencer was there, they could both be worked over
simultaneously.

"Allright, I think they've rested long enough," James
said, "Which one do you want?"

"I'm taking electropledge," Spencer joked and laughed
with James about the term as Spencer picked up the
wand and applied more lube to Peter's straining cock,
as he started lightly stroking it, unpredictably
shocking the poor pledge here and there the entire
time. 

Garrett's cock got no attention from James for quite a
while, instead he was subjected to intense tickling
all over his body. His hairy, deep armpits alone were
tickled for at least ten minutes, before James moved
on to tickle his ribs, sides, and stomach, screaming
when James used the feather in between his long toes. 

Garrett flailed his feet in an effort to avoid the
most intense tickling he had experienced in his entire
life--a feeling that shot through his entire body,
which was becoming more sensitive by the orgasm--and
for a moment, when the tickling stopped and he didn't
feel anything, he thought that perhaps it was over,
despite hearing Peter's groans and feeling his jerks
whenever Spencer would shock him.

James grabbed shoelaces from his bag and tightly
flexed Garrett's big toes, tying each of them to the
ropes on his ankles, limiting the pledge's ability to
avoid the feather and flexing his feet back, inviting
the occasional extra set of fingers from Spencer, who
had just forced a third orgasm out of Peter into the
beaker.

The tickling never seemed to stop for Garrett, James
being so enthralled with Garrett's muffled pleas and
spasms. In fact, with Spencer's help holding the
beaker, James was able to make Garrett cum from
intense, prolonged tickling on his feet with a feather
in between the toes, and another firmly kneading and
working his nipples. 

Garrett bucked and screamed hoarsely as his first
hands-free orgasm filled the container with another
load of cream, making him even more ticklish, and
making his cock head feel like the only thing that
existed in the universe when James' rough thumb slowly
traced back and forth across his glans immediately
after his orgasm.

Peter was fast approaching another orgasm, with
Spencer using the wand to buzz and worry all of
Peter's sensitive areas, worst of all he was still
blindfolded, and had no clue when the electric toy
would be applied to his nearly hairless body, now
fully covered in sweat, his tan skin's golden hue
driving Spencer crazy with lust for this eighteen year
old pledge, making him work the pledge mercilessly. 

Over the course of several more hours, Garrett and
Peter were forced to cum again and again, until both
of them were bucking and convulsing through dry
orgasms. But even after the pledges were dry, James
and Spencer continued working the pledges over until
it was nearly dawn.

Garrett could no longer form rational thoughts. Tied
down in the tent for so long, and tickled so hard, his
brain was only capable of sensing fingers, bristles,
or feathers on his skin, and reacting with endless
shrieks and squeals, along with involuntary attempts
to get away from the torture, tugging at his bonds,
leaving him perpetually winded. 

Since his arrival, Peter's skin had become Spencer's
personal violet wand experiment, all night long he was
subjected to every range of stimulation the device had
to offer on almost every square inch of his body. His
mind was now constantly braced for shocks , so when he
finally felt his bonds being untied, he was completely
disoriented. 

"Not bad pledges," James said, "we're going to untie
you now and take your gags and blindfolds off. Your
hands will be handcuffed behind your back, however. If
you talk or try to scream out, we'll torture you like
this all night, every night for an entire week, got
it?"

Spencer and James first untied Garrett, took his gag
and blindfold off and cuffed his hands behind his
back. He sat cross-legged, slumped weakly, his light
blue eyes adjusting to focus and see in the dim light
from the approaching sunrise. 

Garrett watched as Peter was untied and similarly
cuffed, before their tired eyes met and they exchanged
knowing expressions. Glancing around the large tent,
Garrett saw all the things that had caused him so much
agony...the hairbrush, those feathers, and that
fucking violet wand. 

He also saw two small beakers, each filed about three
quarters of the way with layers of semen from each of
the pledges. As he remembered James' explanation of
pledge milk, his thought was interrupted by James
grabbing the two beakers and swapping their position,
moving the beakers in between the two pledges sitting
facing one another. 

"Pledges, you have given all the milk in your body to
these beakers, and now you will swallow every last
drop of each other's cum. If either one of you spits
up or spills any, we're going to have to do this all
over again, so think about that," James said with a
smirk on his face, looking at Spencer, then laughing.

Spencer picked up Garret's beaker of cum and brought
it to Peter's lips, and James did the same with
Peter's to Garrett. Both pledges opened wide and a
lukewarm tangy flow of starchy cum flowed into their
mouths, with James being absolutely literal when he
said every last drop. 

When James and Spencer were satisfied, the pledges
were helped up, both so sore they could barely walk
towards the car, and both so tired they didn't
particularly care that they were walking barefoot,
naked, and in handcuffs all the way from the campsite.


When they got back to the car, James and Spencer
loaded each pledge in the backseat just as before.

After loading all the gear in the back, preparing to
leave, James looked back at the pledges in the
rear-view mirror.

"Welcome to the fraternity."



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