The following is based loosely on real circumstances and should only be 
viewed by adults who are within the law to be doing so.  The names are 
changed for obvious reasons and this story is protected by copyright.  
(c) 1997 Dana Richards

Tat for Tit - Part 1

This was a night to remember so far.  Tim was unusually frisky and held off 
long enough to put me over the brink several times.  Now lying on my 
stomach in Tim's bed, I wanted to hug and kiss the breath out of him. He 
was in the bathroom now, so hugging the mattress would have to do.  As my 
right arm hung down the right side of the bed, I slid my hand in between the 
mattress and box spring to get a good hold.  My fingers touched some 
folded pieces of paper.  I trapped one between my index and middle fingers 
and pulled it out.  

My reverie was abruptly cut short when my eyes focused on the contents.  
There on the page was a computer printout picture of two of my sorority 
sisters applying lotion to themselves after showering in front of the 
mirror in a second story bathroom of our house.  I pulled out another page 
to find me in just my panties putting up my ponytail.  Picture after 
picture showed me and my sisters in varying stages of embarrassing 
exposure.  There was no telling how long ago these pictures were taken nor 
over what period of time.

Sounds from the bathroom brought me back to conscious reality and I quickly 
replaced the pictures in just enough time to avoid being caught by Tim.  
He came back to bed with a big satisfied smile on his face.  I didn't know 
how to act.  I needed time to process how I felt about this, what I should 
do about this, and where Tim fit into this.  My lame strategy was to force 
a smile with my eyes closed, feign extreme fatigue and collapse back down 
on my stomach facing away from Tim as he crawled back into bed.  He placed 
an arm across my shoulders and tried pleadingly to pull me over.  I rolled 
part of the way and huddled into a fetal position, thoughts racing, anger 
rising and falling from disbelief of what I had seen.  Tim was getting 
aroused and spooned his forming erection against my rear as he reached 
around and started an otherwise arousing massage of my breasts.  

The conflicting feelings were about to cause me to explode so I took a deep 
breath, mustered up all of my dramatic resources, put an amorous smile on 
my face, and rolled over to greet Tim's advances face to face.  Instead of 
grabbing him for a passionate kiss, I reached down and gently started 
massaging his testicles.  His arms were reaching for a hug when he stopped 
mid-reach, as this unexpected move replaced the surprise with intense 
pleasure.  He was getting aroused to the point that he wanted to bury his 
purple headed buddy into my warm furrow, so I climbed on top of him with his 
cock up along the crack of my rear, and I looked him in the eye. I told 
him that, if he wanted to come again, he would have to let me take charge 
of it.  He stared back quizzically, but agreed.  I told him to stay on his 
back and close his eyes, that I would just be a minute.  

I quickly got out of the bed and searched for sturdy objects to make 
impromptu restraints.  His expensive silk ties would do, so will his wool 
scarf, and so on.  I made slip knots that would tighten as he pulled at the 
ends, and climbed back on top of Tim's stomach bringing a smile back to 
his face, a smile I intended to erase.  

I told him that I was going to restrain his hands because I didn't want him 
to interfere with what I had planned for him.  He opened his eyes and I 
reminded him to keep them closed until I told him to open them.  Once I had 
his hands secured to the feet at the head of the bed, I continued the 
massage again to reassure him into cooperation.

Next, I secured his feet, as I did his hands, drawing his body into an "X" 
across the bed.  I told him I didn't want to get accidentally kicked in the 
middle of intense sensations.  Then I tested my handiwork by slapping my 
cupped palm up into his ball sack.  He convulsed, trying to close his body 
like a jackknife.  A ha.  The restraints were working.

After catching his breath, he barked in a raised voice, "What the hell did 
you do that for?  Don't you know how much that hurts?"  Then I grabbed his 
nuts and started to squeeze ordering him to be quiet until he was asked to 
speak.  He just stared at me intensely in disbelief.   Then he yelled for 
help at the top of his lungs.  I immediately hammered his balls with the 
side of my fist and grabbed, twisted, and squeezed again telling him, that 
if he tried that again I'd take them off.

I left him sobbing, shaking his head from side to side, sweating, lips 
clenched, and tears running down the sides of his face, as I looked for a 
gag.  I couldn't afford to have his frat brothers interrupt our "special 
moment together".  I grabbed one of Tim's oversized shirts and sat on the 
side of the bed to see if anyone would appear, thinking about what to do 
next.  Worst case, I would be raising Tim's prestige in the house by having 
his bro's think he was out there enough to be into kinky sex.  Well, nobody 
showed. They were all either on campus or just didn't care.  I decide to 
call Sheila.  She's our president and she will particularly like the shot 
of her bending over to dry the tops of her feet.  I put some sweat pants on 
and waited with trepidation by the back door for her to show up.

When we reached Tim's room, Sheila gasped at the sight of Tim's athletic 
maleness in full sprawl, bound and gagged.  "What are you doing Rose?" she 
asked.  "I'll let these pictures speak for themselves," I said as I reached 
under the bed.  "I think this one will speak louder to you than these 
others."  Tim's eyes widened, his breathing quickened, and perspiration 
was starting to make his body glisten from a new found desire to be 
released from his bonds.

Sheila's face went white.  She froze, mouth agape.  Her eyes scanned the 
picture over and over trying to find something in the picture to disprove 
what her mind was telling her was so.  Then color came back to her face 
with a red vengeance.  Gripping the picture in a crumple around the middle 
in the fist she was shaking at Tim, she insisted,  "How did you come by 
these?  How many more are there of these?  How many others have seen these?"  

Tim's head pulled back into the pillow.  Fear and apprehension overtook his 
expression, but he didn't even try to answer through the gag.  Sheila 
removed the gag and told me to listen at the door.  "Well, pervert, what is 
the meaning of these?"  she asked again.  

"I can't tell you, my brothers will throw me out.  Please accept my 
apologies and I will destroy all of the pictures I have, and be indebted to 
you for the rest of the term."  Tim pleaded.

"Oh, that you will Timster, and more!  Rose, come and help me get this  
perv ready for a trip to the house."  

We first released and then bound his feet together so he couldn't flee.  
Then I put a grip on his balls in case he tried to attack us with his hands.  
Sheila securely bound his hands behind his back.   I took my panty hose and 
tied the hose near the middle around his scrotum so that there would be 
two handholds to guide our prisoner.   We stood him up, and I found a 
hockey jersey to pull over his head which covered his upper body.  The arms 
bound in back however, pulled the jersey up to expose the bottom of his 
sorry ass and bridled testicles.  We quietly guided him out the door.  
Fortunately for Tim, the street was not crowded with cars or pedestrians, 
because despite the humiliation of marching down the sidewalk single file 
with Sheila holding a leg of the panty hose in the lead and me holding the 
other from behind through his legs, watching his ass bottoms move as he 
walked, Tim was sporting a hardon that bounced and swayed as he padded 
along, he was careful to keep exact pace with Sheila and had to pray that 
I would do the same with him to avoid the pain of a tug on his nuts.

Tat for Tit - Part 2

Tim gulped as we walked him into the house.  Two sisters, Lisa and Sarah 
were going through the front hall with snacks to catch a soap or something 
on the TV, and stopped dead in their tracks when they saw a man in the 
front entry bound in this way and obviously at the mercy of Sheila and 
me.  Lisa spit her juice back into the glass she was drinking from and 
Sarah momentarily bobbled her plate.  Lisa asked what he was doing here and 
what we were doing with him.  Tim said, "I'm sorry.  It wasn't my idea.  
Please forgive me and let me go."  
 
Sheila back palmed Tim to the nuts and he doubled over forward as she 
reminded him to keep quiet until asked to speak. 

Lisa, more confused than ever, grew concerned for Tim and for the sorority 
getting into trouble.  Sheila said, "Follow me girls.  This man is going on 
trial.  We all paraded onto the living room.  There we sat Tim down on a 
stool and tied his feet 180 degrees from each other on the sides, untied 
the panty hose from his sack, took off the jersey and took some Polaroids 
for the historical record.  Tim's humiliation showed on his face as he 
couldn't make eye contact with any of us for more than a split second.  Our 
eyes were not a feature he remembers about any of us anyway.

Sheila set up a table and chair next to Tim.  "Okay ladies, Tim here is 
being tried for invasion of privacy and lewd behavior.  What do you have to 
say for yourself Timmy Boy?" 

"I didn't mean anything by it.  It wasn't my idea.  Please don't do this."

"Whose idea was it then?" Sheila asked.

"I am pledged not to say.  You know I can't tell you."

"Wrong answer!  Lisa get some cord or string or something.  Rose, get a 
mixing spoon or spatula or something."  Tim started to panic.   
Perspiration started to glisten on his body.  Sheila tied the clothesline 
around Tim's balls, trapping them down to the bottom of the sack.  She fed 
the string back between Tim's legs under the seat and asked me to stand 
behind him and hold the end.  Then she had Sarah sit on a foot stool in 
front of Tim, which she eagerly agreed to, since she was getting the best 
view in the house of Tim's equipment.  Then Sheila laid out the pictures on 
the table.  Lisa and Sarah's shock went from embarrassment to anger. 

"Now Tim what do you do when you look at these pictures?" 

"I get aroused and I jerk off to relieve the tension."  Tim confessed.

"Sheila untied Tim's hands, and while he rubbed some feeling back into his 
wrists she said please demonstrate for the court this activity you 
describe."

Tim pleaded that she not make him go through with it in front of these 
women.  Then in walked Carol.  

"Just in time for the show." Said Sarah. "Take a look at these and have a 
seat."  

Carol proceeded with a silent rage through these motions, and sat down with 
her arms crossed looking intently at Tim.  

"Go on Timmy Boy."  said Sheila as she nodded at me.  I knew it was my cue 
to give the cord a good tug, racking his balls back and into the seat of 
the stool. 

"Ooooh, argh!" Tim responded, as he put one hand on his nuts in a 
protective move and started to stroke his wiener with the other.  How he 
got it hard, I'll never know, because he must have been heavily distracted 
by the pain. 

"You see members of the jury, this is how these perverts use these 
pictures, taken without our permission or knowledge.  Don't stop Tim,  
unless I tell you to.  Lisa, get the video camera.  You can stop now Timmy 
Boy."  Lisa set up the camcorder on a tripod and aimed it at Tim splayed on 
the stool.  "Now on with the demonstration Tim, but don't cum until I tell 
you it is okay to do so."

Tim's arousal was beginning to hit a fever pitch and he was going to 
explode, I know.  Sheila said, "Stop!  Right now!"  Tim stopped but  his 
body seemed to try to go on, the sticky liquid dripped down the head, and 
his purple wiener twitched trying to derive friction from the air.

"Okay, Timmy Boy, I am going to ask you again, who is responsible for 
these, if you are not?"  

"I can't!" said Tim

Sheila instructed Sarah to keep hitting Tim's balls until he agreed to tell 
us, and me to hold his hands behind his back to keep them from protecting 
himself.  All I could think of doing was a full nelson, that my brother 
taught me years ago.  Sarah started hitting Tim's nuts from underneath with 
a wooden spoon.  From the sound the hits made, Tim was in serious trouble 
if he didn't give up his source.  After ten or so painful hits he said in 
tears, "Stop! Please stop!  I give.   I'll tell you.  Please stop!"

"Well?"

"Todd Rogers, okay?  It was his idea and his equipment.  We all paid him 
for the video captures.  Now, please let me go!  You've got what you want.  
Please!"

"Todd Rogers has videos of these shots and he is selling them?" Sheila said 
speaking for us in our fear and loathing.

Tim cupped his balls with both hands, demonstrating to us how precious he 
felt they were to him.  Sheila had me pick up the rope and create some 
tension to make sure Tim didn't try anything as she asked the others to 
join her in another room.  When she came back, the others were gone.  She 
and I transferred Tim to a high back chair with his arms secured behind the 
chair back and heels tied to the front legs of the chair.  His balls now 
showing some swelling and dick, now limp, hung down between his legs in at 
least a dull ache.  His head hung in despair awaiting his further fate.

Tat for Tit - Part 3

It took longer than we thought it would.  Sheila and I left Tim tied up 
alone for at least an hour and a half to contemplate his fate while we 
talked out how we felt and what we should do about this.  Finally, the team 
walked in with Todd.  He thought he was here to diagnose an electrical 
problem for us.  Todd had actually been, what we thought was, a friend of 
the sorority.  When we needed an "Y" chromosome type to help us with 
problems around the place, we were always able to count on Todd to figure 
out the problem and either fix it or have it fixed for a reasonable price.  
We have always appreciated his help, but this betrayal of our trust was 
canceling our good will.

He was led into the living room.  His friendly demeanor suddenly changed to 
panic as he spotted Tim bound and gagged naked in a straight back chair.  
He started to back up and turn toward the entrance for his exit, but the 
five of us prevented his escape.  He was strong, although not as much a 
hunk as Tim was.  His bullishness was abated, though, when Carol kicked him 
up from behind between his legs square on his nuts.  He stopped dead 
in his tracks, bent his knees and brought them together, bent at the waist, 
grabbed his crotch with both hands and scrunched up his face in a nice 
shade of red.

With the spunk temporarily knocked out of him, we prepared him for trial at 
Sheila's instruction.  Tim could only empathize with Todd and try to gain 
eye contact with him to offer his apologies with his eyes.  Todd was 
divested of his outer garments so we could gaze upon him as he had been 
doing upon us.  He was placed on the stool as Tim had been secured.  Sarah 
and I assumed our positions but Carol asked Sarah if she would mind giving 
her a turn at "punisher".  Sarah agreed as long as she could remain by her 
side during the procedure.  Carol started lightly tapping Todd's genitals 
with the wood spoon almost in a trance, giving Todd a mild discomfort and a 
sense of foreboding that brought attempts at shifting in his seat and a 
sheen from perspiration to his skin.  "There will be a time for that Carol."  
Sheila said, bringing Carol back to the present moment.  

"So Todd, your friend here, Tim, tells us that you are responsible for 
these.  Do you have anything to say in your defense?"  Todd and Tim looked 
at each other looking for a way out of this.

"I just think you Delts are the prettiest girls on campus as a whole.  I 
didn't mean anything by it. I promise I won't do anything like this again.  
I'll try to make it up to you.  I swear."  Todd pleaded.

"Oh, please.  How long have you been doing this?"

"Not long.  I put a camera in the vent in the bathroom upstairs a month 
ago and the rec room down stairs two months ago." Todd admitted.

Sheila knew, as we all did, that this gave him the opportunity to tape 
"Hell Night" and our private ceremonies for pledges.  "Where are the  tapes 
now, and who has seen them?" 

Todd gulped, and sheepishly said, "The whole fraternity.  There is only one 
set of each of the tapes and the video captures are password protected on 
my computer.  I'll give you everything.  Please let me get dressed and I 
will go get them right now."

"What do we do about the prints you have distributed?  How do you make that 
up to us weasel?  Hummh?"  Todd treated this rhetorically and didn't try to 
answer.  Carol looked at Sheila and asked, "Now?"

"Sure girl, have at it for a couple.  Show him we mean business."  To which 
Carol let a down stroke fall to Todd's left nut and then another to his 
right nut, followed by a couple of upward swats that had him straining in 
his bonds, stomping his feet simultaneously on the floor with the one 
inch leeway the ropes gave him.  The tendons appeared aside his neck like 
steel cables, and he breathed out his mouth with spit mixed in.  "Good 
ones, Carol." I thought.

Sheila asked me if anybody in the house knew how and had the capability to 
make video captures.  We thought maybe Sharon did.  So Sheila ordered Todd 
& Tim upstairs.  We kept their hands tied so they wouldn't try an escape.  
Sheila had Lisa set up the video and Sarah volunteered some of her 
undergarments for the shoot.  We had each Todd and Tim pose separately 
and together in varying states of dress and undress in bra, panties, half 
slips, frilly sheer night clothes, and make up in the bathroom, replicating 
the poses we found in Tim's possession.  Maybe they felt they deserved 
what they were getting, or they were actually getting into this, but they 
seemed less humiliated and embarrassed as time wore on.  We decided on a 
new strategy to step things up.

Tat for Tit - Part 4

We reconvened in the rec. room.  We set up two chairs next to each other and 
laid out the impromptu ground rules for a contest to be let free.  With 
video cameras rolling they would have to jerk off each other.  The one who 
could get the other one off twice first would be let go while the other 
would have to suffer continued torment of our devising.  We sat them down, 
but Todd protested because, being seated on the left would require that 
the person would have to use his left hand.  So with a mid course 
correction we decided to shift seats after each of the first two rounds, 
with a tie breaker, if necessary, with timed heats one at a time.

We now were joined by two more sisters, Sharon and Joan who were quickly 
filled in and went through a quick series of emotions we all had gone 
through before at the discovery of the despicable deceit.  With the 
increased audience, there was competition in the air and friendly bets on 
who would take each round.  Frankly, if you didn't have a feel for the 
contenders, you had to go along with Todd's theory about the right and left 
hands.

With camera rolling the games began.  The contenders, however, were 
reluctant to touch each other, much less in front of a room full of women.  
As long as both were not touching each other, they were going to need some 
persuading.  Once one was going for it the other would have to follow suit 
to avoid being left behind to suffer further indignities at the hands of 
us maligned women.  Carol and Sarah took up seats cross-legged on the 
floor in front of each contender with the intent of jump starting the 
action.  Tim on the right wanted out at this point and started massaging 
Todd's groin so Todd reached over and did the same.  It appeared that Tim's 
eagerness was having his fist fly up and down Todd's wiener and actually 
hitting his balls because Todd was showing discomfort and then anger which 
caused him to retaliate.  Tim got the feedback and tried to eroticize the 
motion to maximize Todd getting off as fast as possible, with Todd following 
suit.

Tim got Todd off first but couldn't celebrate because Todd wasn't going to 
stop until he had reached the goal we had for him as well.  This first 
round was tiring for each of them.  And they looked pretty disgusted with 
themselves.  We gave them an opportunity to wipe themselves off and had 
them switch places for round two.  Todd got the better of Tim because he 
had everything to lose and he had the right hand position.

These contenders were getting pretty sore and we didn't think they would be 
able to come again.  So with another mid course correction we decided to 
make the rubber match one of endurance.  Ideas abounded.  

We decided upon a contest where each would get opportunities to throw 
tennis balls at the other.  No one would go free until the other submitted. 
Sharon got Connie's sports bag filled with practice tennis balls.  They were
divided into equal quantities in two buckets.  Sharon and Sarah volunteered 
to hold the buckets up next to each so the contestants wouldn't have to bend 
over.  Duct tape was used to tape their dicks up against their bellies and 
around their waists to secure their left hands to their rumps.  We had 
them straddle the chairs, which were now facing each other about eight 
feet apart.  So they wouldn't go anywhere, we taped their feet to the 
front legs of the chairs.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out 
how each one could win, so on Sheila's count they started tossing tennis 
balls at each other's groin.  They were doing so like they were tossing 
darts in an attempt to increase their accuracy.  They landed a couple of 
times but didn't do anything to knock either out of the contest.  Todd 
increased the force at the risk of less accuracy and grazed Tim on the 
right nut, but mostly hitting his upper thigh.  This looked like it stung 
the thigh sufficiently on its own.  It caused Tim to up the ante, who 
started rapid firing his shots figuring one hard one would hit.  They were 
running out of balls so we tried to retrieve them and replenish the buckets, 
without taking our eyes off of the action.

Todd suddenly doubled over after getting hit squarely with a hard shot.  It 
brought a round of laughter when Tim's next shot hit the top of Todd's 
head on it's way down.  There was a pause and silence as we waited in 
eager anticipation at Todd's next move.  As it was, Tim had no shot until 
Todd erected himself.  Todd stifled back tears and came up reaching for 
ball after ball as he threw them in rapid succession like a man possessed.  
We had to dodge the errant shots.  Tim, with new found determination, 
threw one more shot dead on, which sent Todd slumping in the chair 
defeated, agonizing over his condition, fighting for breath and resisting 
tears.

Sheila got Todd to give us his password and the location of the tapes.  
Sharon and I escorted Tim back to his house.  By now some of his brothers 
would be around, so we put him in the biggest pair of sweat pants we had in 
the house.  Once inside, he helped us locate the tapes and Todd's 
computer.  Sharon went to work on deleting files while I filed Tim in on 
the reality that he had better find as many of the pictures as he could 
in the house or on campus, for that matter, because if any of the pictures 
were to surface and embarrass any of my sisters in any way, we would 
embarrass him and Todd in spades.  Tim understood implicitly, and Sharon 
and I stole away with the tapes.
 
Tat for Tit - Part 5

Mean time, Sheila had Todd show her his handiwork.  She confiscated his 
cameras for the time being, and prepared him for the festivities later.  
That evening, as the rest of the sisters came to discover our prisoner and 
the reason for the imprisonment, we had Todd serve us drinks, appetizers, 
and eventually dinner with ribbons around his neck, wrists, ball sack and 
the head of his penis.  We had a gathering to watch our videos with Todd 
in the middle of the couch between women who were furious at him and 
amused at the goings on. 

That night we had Todd sleep on the couch with his hands tied up by his 
ears and his feet down to the other end.  The night owls in our group had 
fun visiting him giving pinches on his cheeks, nipples, toes, and ticklish 
sides.  Others came down under the pretext of tucking him in good night, 
and gave him passionate kisses while giving him painful squeeze reminders 
to his groin.  Todd did not get much in the way of restful sleep, because 
we all have different sleeping patterns in our house.

No one is quite sure whose idea it was, but the next morning we all found 
Todd squatting on the bench in the hall with his mouth gagged, hands bound 
behind him to his ankles, and a sign hanging down from his neck stating 
"GET YOUR GOOD LUCK HERE" with an arrow pointing to his crotch.  With his 
balls hanging low in this position, each housemate grabbed, pulled, s
queezed, shook hands with, or slapped his nuts for good luck as she left 
for the day.  Lisa was the last one around and released him.  He was so 
cramped and sore that he couldn't walk for almost thirty minutes.  So far 
we haven't had to use our pictures of the guys, which is good news all the 
way around.

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