One of two final vault tales I found. Enjoy
Part Two
“Gees Alec, this place scares me,” Betty said as she and Alec toured the old deserted Victorian mansion where his fraternity always held their pledge night.
“That’s why it’s perfect,” Alec responded gazing around at the dark dank place. He wanted the pledges to be scared stiff, and this place had the atmosphere to aid him in accomplishing it. It was also his favorite place to nail a coed.
“All I want is to go now,” the young girl said in a shaky tone.
Alec looked over at her and snuggled up closer to her. He flashed his trademark grin then pulled Betty tighter to him. “Relax babe,” he said firmly as he flexed an arm for her to show off his hard round bicep. “Anything comes out, I’ll cream its ass, okay.” He stripped off his tight tee shirt quickly and flexed again.
“Alec, I want to leave,” Betty insisted even as her eyes wandered across the muscular torso of the frat president. His broad shoulders and tight abdominals were she had to admit quite arousing. Alec had a very hot body she thought.
“God, you’re sexy when you are afraid,” Alec replied soothingly as he pulled her into a deep kiss.
“Alec,” she muttered as she felt his toned body hard against hers. Her hands drifted to his sides. She absentmindedly let them run up and down his torso finally reaching behind him, savoring the rippling muscularity of the jock’s tapered back with the tips of her fingers.
“Need it babe,” Alec grunted as he pressed her slowly backward till they reached a nearby sofa. He started to fondle her breasts and gently kiss around her neck. Patented moves he knew worked.
“Not here.” Betty weakly protested even as she felt his growing bulge rub up against her crotch. “Alec, not here.”
“Right here. Right now,” Alec growled as he quickly unbuttoned her blouse then lifted her skirt and dropped his pants in a series of practiced moves that left her no time to object. Before she knew it, her body was fully exposed. “Hmm babe,” Alec murmured as he pushed her down on the couch and began to sexually mount her. He was in such a rush he just let his pants and underwear stay around his ankles. He knew that any delay in taking time to shuck them off might be fatale to getting inside her. He was just twenty and in full of testosterone.
“Alec,” Betty feebly protested, but Alec knew from prior experience he would get his way with her. “Every bitch I want, I get,” he mumbled to himself. Whether in sex or on the athletic field, for Alec, it was always about domination. It was his core belief that everyone fell into two categories: One either dominated or was the one dominated. It was what aroused him on a subconscious level. He had never met his match. He never would he always told himself. Unknown to him, however, things were about to become askew.
“Oh Alec,” she said lightly as she became aware of his erection move into her. His balls gently swayed against her thighs. “Alec…we shouldn’t.”
“We are,” Alec moaned sensually as he let his rigid pole go to work inside of her. The moist heat of her insides felt great. On some level he knew he should use a condom, but as usual, he truly didn’t care. Once he had impregnated some girl that he had fucked in the chem lab. He just secretly slipped her a RU48 pill and she lost the kid. Thanks to a Doctor whom he was blackmailing, he had an easy way of getting another pill if this bitch got knocked up. “Oh Betty,” he murmured as his waist rose and fell into her. “Fucking great ass, girl.” Soon he was humping away into her; the cool air caressing the back of his bare ass. “Fucking A,” Alec shuddered. Their growing groans clearly indicated an approaching climax. It was at that exact moment they both heard a loud voice.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” it said.
The sound broke Alec’s concentration, and Betty squirmed out from under the now sexually frustrated hunk.
When they turned they saw a young skinny guy who looked about nineteen glaring at them. “I said what the fuck you are doing here?” the teenager asked angrily.
Betty grabbed her clothes and began to dress terrified over what he had probably seen.
“Dude,” Alec yelled as he shifted off the sofa and fumbled to get his pants up from around his ankles. “You fucking interrupted us. I’m going to so kick your ass!” Alec’s erection was still respectable if not quite at full mast. It was with considerable embarrassment and difficulty that he barely managed to get his tight whites up over his cock.
The younger boy snickered. He had been watching Alec screw girls here for some time. Tonight, however, he had decided to shake things up for the good-looking hunk. Unknown to Alec, he wanted a fight. “Try it,” he giggled knowing this was the initial step in breaking Alec. “By the way,” he said looking at Betty, “next time you want to play, I suggest you find a guy who is…better…ah…developed down there.”
“That tears it,” Alec roared. He had managed to properly adjust his underwear but struggled with pulling up his pants that still lay bunched up around his feet and sneakers. “Fucking jeans,” he grumbled as he tried to yank them up and not tip over in the attempt.
“Can’t even dress himself either,” the skinny boy yawned enjoying the sight of Alec trying to move his feet so he could pull up his jeans.
Alec sputtered in rage. He forgot about dressing and just kicked off his pants and shoes. He stood for a second in his underwear glaring at his tormentor.
“I’m supposed to be impressed?” the boy smirked. “Or are you trying to turn me on? You want me, don’t you?”
“You are screwed,” Alec sharply replied as he charged the younger boy. “I’m going pummel you, dude.”
“Ole!” the skinny boy laughed as he moved aside in an exaggerated way like some matador while the muscular Alec swept past him to run right into the wall.
“Fuck,” Alec yelped as he collided with the wall. He shook it off and turned with pure murder in his eyes.
The boy yawned again and then took on a wrestling stance. “Care to wrestle, hot shot?” he taunted to Alec’s increasing anger. “Let’s make it interesting. The loser gives up something to the winner.” The boy glanced over at Betty still stood motionless by the couch.
“Don’t Alec,” Betty cried in horror at thought she was being wagered.
“Relax bitch,” Alec responded sharply. “I’m the fucking wrestling captain at school, and no one has ever whipped my ass. Fuck, I outweigh and out-muscle this nerd. Your fucking ass is safe.” Alec moved in taking a wrestling stance.
“Come on then,” the boy sighed appearing both totally unimpressed and bored. He faced Alec as well and took on a crouching position similar to Alec’s.
Alec circled laughing to himself how easy this was going to be. He positioned himself and lunged seeking to hit his opponent low to land him on his back. To his shock, the skinny nerdish opponent unexpectedly reached out and swatted Alec across his face with a respectable slap.
“You bastard,” Alec yelled as his face felt the heat from the hit. The jock decided to take this smaller guy out fast and hard now. “Got ya,” he yelled as he went in rapidly. To his astonishment, however, the younger lanky boy showed surprising strength, and somehow managed to easily push Alec off. “What the hell,” Alec mumbled as he staggered backward. “Son of a bitch,” Alec growled as he steadied and lunged again only to have the boy pivot and easily toss Alec to the side.
Alec found himself sitting on the floor looking up at a jeering foe.
“Oh please, let’s end this,” the boy said as he approached his stunned adversary. Alec rose, and they stood once more opposite each other in a mutual crouching position. After a few seconds of circling, they both moved in simultaneously then, the two locked arms and pressed into each other.
“Shit,” Alec responded as he tried to flip the skinnier boy without success. Alec couldn’t get a grip to toss the boy. The stunned jock was at a loss to understand how this small nerd was out-muscling and worse, out-wrestling him. He was still trying to figure this all out when his opponent unexpectedly shifted. He broke off contact with Alec’s arms, quickly cinched his lanky arms around Alec’s waist and literally flipped the muscled hunk to the ground. “Mutha fucker,” Alec wheezed as the force of his head hitting the hard floor dazed him.
“Take a breath,” his adversary cooed as he abruptly dropped his knee directly into Alec’s exposed stomach with tremendous force.
“Oooff,” Alec belched as the blow pummeled the air out of him. He doubled up as he tried to protect his abs from another hit.
“Oh get up,” the smaller boy mockingly said as he grabbed Alec by his hair and used his grip to pull the wrestling captain up to his feet.
Alec was still trying to get oxygen back into his body and focus his still woozy brain. “You cock sucking,” but he never finished his statement before the boy belted him with an uppercut of his elbow directly into Alec’s chin. The athletic stud was staggered and only his opponent’s grip on his hair held him upright. “Shit,” he mumbled as the world tilted for the once undefeated captain. his foe let go of Alec’s hair. The frat president, who looked clearly out of it, fell to his knees first before flopping face done onto the hard floor. Just before the lights dimmed, Alec heard Betty exclaim. “Gees, you really kicked his butt.”
The next thing Alec remembered was laying face up staring at the grinning face of his opponent who simply said. “I win, I guess,” before the small nerd rolled Alec over onto his stomach.
“Ride time, bro,” the lighter foe laughed as he expertly linked his legs around the jock’s while encircling the tapered waist of the wrestler with one arm to securely cinch himself on top of Alec who barely managed now to raise himself up on all fours.
“I swear you are dead!” Alec shook out the cobwebs and yelled as he tried to get up high enough to throw off the smaller boy. He could feel the weight of his opponent’s torso across his back and lower ass. He could swear the boy’s crotch was almost up his ass the way he was gripping onto Alec so tight.
“Like riding a horse,” the boy sighed, oblivious to Alec’s efforts to pitch him off.
By now Alec was so enraged he forgot anything other than getting this boy off him. “I swear,” he sputtered as the combined weight of both of them kept him down on his arms and knees. He attempted to shift so that his foe would become unbalanced enough to slip off from Alec’s side. The smaller opponent however stuck on his mount and even subjected Alec to a few well-placed whacks on his ass using his other free hand.
“Cut…ow…that…fucking ow…out,” Alec protested in vain. He steadied himself, but he just could not get his body up higher. “Fucking stop…ow…slapping my…you shithead…ass!” The whacks continued as Alec crawled around the floor trying over and over to force a dismount from the lanky boy while experiencing waves of pain as his ass got spanked.
Betty took this all in silently. Her mind just too stunned to do more than watch while studly Alec got his butt wailed on while being literally ridden by this younger weaker guy. Betty shamefully thought how sexy it all appeared with the smaller skinny boy on top of Alec’s beefier muscled frame and how arousing it also was seeing Alec’s butt getting spanked while he pitifully yelped. For Betty, new outlooks on what was hot were taking hold.
“Please stop, man,” Alec sobbed at last saying anything just to end his spanking. He had never experienced such humiliation; his first athletic loss and getting his rear beaten to boot in front of a girl as well.
“You know,” the boy replied breaking off the spanking. “You got a great ass, man,” he said teasingly as his free hand caressed the round mound of Alec’s still sore rear end. “Yeah, a truly fuck-able ass, in fact,” he continued as he ground his crotch on Alec’s rear for emphasis.
“Fuck you,” Alec roared as he endeavored but still failed to throw off his ‘rider’. He grunted in frustration. His dignity was in tatters.
“No,” the boy chuckled as somehow he ripped Alec’s underwear off to expose the round full rump of the wrestling captain. Alec had never had a problem being naked before others. In fact, he was proud of his build. Ordinarily, being butt-naked would have posed no problem for him, but this was not an ordinary situation. Being undressed in this manner, before Betty too, only embarrassed him further.
“I’m going to fuck you so bad, dude,” Alec wheezed as he gulped in air and tried to salvage some ounce of dignity before Betty.
“I think it’s I who will be doing the fucking…dude,” the boy mocked as he eased off Alec’s backside. The boy shifted, and his legs loosened off Alec’s thighs quickly only to just as quickly re-cinch back before Alec knew what was going on.
“What the faggot fuck are you…shit!” Alec yelled as suddenly he experienced a hard thick object pushing down between his cheeks. “Stop this shit, you faggot…mutha fuck,” Alec continued as the tubular object pressed deeper toward his anal hole. Alec suddenly realized the object was the boy’s dick. He went wild trying to throw the boy off as his opponent’s cock brushed up against his chute entryway.
“That ain’t happening dude!” Alec shouted as he fully concentrated on rising and getting his adversary off his back. More critical for the enraged jock, was getting his opponent’s dick out from between his butt-cheeks. Unfortunately, he was so focused on that objective that he did not tighten his sphincter enough to prevent the boy’s invasion through his first anal ring. “Argh fuck!” Alec hooted as he experienced the opening sensations of his first anal fucking. His head instantly shot up to see the combined look of amazement and fascination, on Betty’s face.
“In we go,” his antagonist gleefully replied as he pushed his erection in deeper.
“Ow man, it hurts,” Alec yelped as his asshole was relentlessly invaded. “Please gees, I can’t. You’ll fucking rip me up,” the former smug jock wailed as his smaller lighter opponent continued to thrust into him. He began to buck like a horse trying to throw off its rider. “Dude, don’t crack my hole!”
“Don’t be such a wuss,” the skinny boy laughed as he cinched firmly onto Alec and plunged in harder. He rode with Alec’s movements as if they were one. “Yee haw,” the boyish adversary hooted gleefully as he plugged Alec’s once untouched hole.
“Aw please,” Alec began to sob as the other boy’s stiff member invaded even further into him. “Ow fuck, please dude.” He gyrated fiercely to no avail in an effort to break free. “Not my jock’s ass, dude,” he said in a humiliating whine. “Ow dude, my fucking ass!”
Betty stood watching in incredulity. Not only had she seen Alec taken in a match, had his butt spanked red, but now, she was seeing Mr. Macho getting his ass screwed and bawling like a baby while it happened. Her prior image of the muscular big man on campus was shattered. Yet, a smile came to her lips as she recalled how easily Alec had mocked her complaints just a short time ago. “Oh, when it was my ass on the line, it was ‘shut up bitch’, huh?” she said mockingly.
“Argh, fuck,” Alec sobbed. His tear-stained face glanced over to her and caught a smirking Betty seeing him getting plowed like some bitch. A wave of shame overcame him. He was getting unmanned right before this fucking girl! “Not in front of her, man,” he bawled.
“Well, you can just fuck him silly, okay,” Betty stated fixing her gaze on the younger man who was humping up Alec’s bubbled butt with a rapid series of plunges. The movements of the two young men reminded her of the rodeos her family went to out west. “Ride that stallion till he broken in nice,” she heard herself mutter.
“Please, dude,” Alec babbled out of his head at what was going on.
“Just go with it, you pussy,” the boy responded mockingly as he increased his actions up Alec’s rump. “You’ll adjust…dude.” He giggled using Alec’s term ‘dude’ with even more mocking effect now.
“Dude…I…OW…please…please,” Alec begged once more to no avail. His guts felt like they were on fire, and his brain reeled.
He had never been taken in a match. Now not only had he had his ass whipped, he was getting his previously inviolate rear ravaged. Worse, Betty, the biggest gossip on campus, was seeing him get anally taken. “Oh gees you’re killing me,” he sobbed. His masculine image, self respect, and arrogance was taking a brutal assault. Then another wave of pain cascaded through him. “Oh dude. Man, I give please,” he gasped. He tried one last wild buck to throw the boy off him but only succeeded in having the boy push downward so hard that the boy’s cock hit deeper inside his guts. “Aw gees,” Alec whimpered in defeat as he stopped moving and just let his fucking happen.
“Just go slower, dude,” he grunted as his breathing increased. “I won’t fight you anymore, man. Just please, just go slower as you fuck me,” he pleaded, hoping to avoid internal tearing yet also realizing that to Betty it sounded just like he was consenting to his violation.
Despite Alec’s plea, however, the penetrations by the skinner boy only increased in tempo. Alec dropped his head and quietly moaned. “You’re fucking my ass. You’re fucking my ass,” he kept repeating.
Suddenly, however, the pain subsided as the boy’s stiff pecker hit a spot in him. “Oh fuck yes,” he hissed without thinking. “Dude, what are you doing inside my ass?” he asked as he closed his eyes and drifted off on the sensation.
“Go with it,” the other boy whispered into Alec’s ear as he realized where Alec was right now in his head. He eased up slightly into a steady screwing tempo.
“Dude,” Alec gasped as pleasure replaced pain. “Aw dude,” was all he could say as, to his amazement, he found himself getting aroused. “Hit that spot again, man,” Alec requested stunned at the pulsating thrill whatever the guy was hitting inside of him was now giving to him.
“Alec, you have a hard-on!” a surprised Betty cried out.
Alec’s eyes popped open. He stared first at Betty, then down at his cock. It was erect. “No fucking way,” he said in shock as another bolt of erotic excitement hit him. “Oh shit yes,” he unconsciously responded to the enjoyment he had just felt.
“Ah well, you do like it up the ass, I see,” the younger boy calmly said as he deeply moved in and out into Alec’s rear end knowing that his striking of Alec’s prostate was what was turning Alec’s body on. “You macho guys love it when you give it up to a guy,” he continued, confident Alec and Betty didn’t know any different. To them, Alec’s erection must be due to his enjoyment of getting screwed and was not the inevitable result of prostate manipulations. Their erroneous assumption of this fact was critical for his purposes.
“No…I…can’t…be hot to be fucked,” a panting Alec grunted as the boy reached under him to gently stroke Alec’s now throbbing erection. Alec felt dizzy from the heat he was receiving while getting fucked. He took in gulps of air, which only disoriented him more. “Dude, dude,” he bawled as his urge to ejaculate took him over the edge. He stopped resisting, oblivious to Betty or anything else but the desire to erupt.
Betty watched as Alec started bucking under the skinny boy and began to move in tempo with the boy’s thrusts. “He’s humping back onto that boy’s dick,” Betty muttered to herself. “Alec is into getting screwed,” she gasped out loud.
“Aw fuck, man,” Alec said woozily as he humped with his defiler oblivious to Betty’s presence or anything she said. He was fixated on the sexual wave he was surfing. “Deeper, man. You’re just hitting that place in me. Aw, dude fuck me deeper,” he grunted.
“Yeah, it’s cool bro,” the other replied encouragingly to Alec. He went feverishly to work keeping Alec’s body under the sexual thrall it was feeling.
Betty just stayed quiet. She was fascinated seeing Alec’s muscular torso so completely dominated by the frail, slightly built, younger boy and Alec’s moans of total bliss while he got screwed. She had to admit, seeing Alec ‘turned gay’ (for she like so many others was ignorant of the truth of things) was amazingly exciting. She could hardly wait to fill in her sorority sisters on the jock’s ‘conversion’.
“Dude, I’m going to pop a nut,” Alec groaned as he felt his sack explode sending a gush of hot liquid racing into the shaft of his hard cock. “Man, you’re going to fuck the fucking cum right out of me!”
“Go on Alec,” the boy answered encouragingly. “Fucking pop those nuts just like a bitch.” He rammed harder onto Alec’s now overly sensitized prostate causing that organ to send one last overwhelming shot of stimulus to Alec’s brain.
“AW FUCK!” Alec yelled as his juices hit inside the base of his dick and then sprayed out from his rod in a respectable amount. “I’m cumming duuudddeee!” The creamy white spunk hit directly under Alec’s chin and dripped down.
Alec collapsed to the floor. As he did, he felt the younger boy ejaculating up his ass as well. A searing hot but not unpleasant wetness filled his insides. “Fuck, you creamed up my guts,” an out-of-it Alec muttered deliriously as he lay on the floor with his former opponent lying in top of him. “Dude, you fucking seeded me with your wad.” When the boyish foe ultimately pulled out of Alec, the young athlete couldn’t stop a contented sigh of ‘fucking A’ from slipping out if his mouth.
“Well. Well,” Betty snickered. “Looks like you’ve been oversold on campus as our resident stud, huh Alec.”
“Betty!” Alec cried as his mind cleared and what had occurred slapped into focus. He squirmed out from under the younger man to face a smiling girl. “Betty I’m not…it…wasn’t how it…looked!” he sputtered as thoughts of everyone knowing about this raced through his brain. He had to convince her not to tell and, more critically, that he had not become a fag. Unfortunately, his persuasive powers were undercut by the sight of his limp cock still dripping with the remnants of his ejaculation. The steady stream of the other boy’s cum running from between Alec’s butt cheeks and down his tapered muscular thighs did not help his argument either.
“Oh please, you faggot. You shot like a bitch with his dick up your ass” Betty hooted as she adjusted her clothes and prepared to leave to spread the news how Alec, the well-known haughty Alec, had not only gotten plowed but that he had cum like he enjoyed it.
Alec could see her resolve not to listen. “Help me,” he said turning to face his former opponent. “Tell her I’m not gay, dude.”
The boy smirked. “If I do, will you give yourself to me?” he asked innocently.
Alec was in a panic. Without thinking he replied, “Yes. Fuck yes.”
The younger boy nodded, then to the amazement of Alec and Betty, he dissolved into a mist that raced toward Betty.
“Stay away!” Betty yelled, but she had no sooner opened her mouth than the mist flooded into it. Her eyes went blank, and she slumped to the floor.
A few seconds later the mist left through her mouth and reformed as the boy.
“What the fuck did you do?” Alec exclaimed in terror.
“Just did a tad rewiring of her memory cells.” The now different yet still familiar man replied. “She will awaken in a few hours and recall only that you two fucked and,” the man slyly continued, “she will forever think you were the best fuck she ever had. It is my gift to my boy. ”
Alec cringed at hearing the word ‘boy’. “You’re some fucking ghost.” He shuddered in fear.
“Relax boy,” the ghost chuckled. “Just remember, you gave me your word. More importantly, I can re-enter her mind letting her recall precisely what she saw and just maybe,” he paused, “make your activities during it even more…faggy.” He then broke out into peals of laughter.
Alec nodded in defeat. He was truly at this thing’s mercy.
“Well, I’m up for another round,” the man said as he reached out to spin Alec around so that his recently deflowered rump was again facing the man. “Bend over.”
“Fuck, not again,” Alec whined, broken and ashamed that he had sold his ass to a guy, regardless of the fact the guy was obviously a spirit. As Alec contemplated his new role, he was bent over the sofa. The house filled with the sounds of Alec’s sobs and the man’s taunts as Mr. Macho gave up his rear end for a second, then third, and finally a fourth time that night. “Aw shit.” He would yelp many times before the ghostly man was satisfied. Each fuck caused him to orgasm. By the end he had nothing left to shoot.
And so it went. The ghost had known that Alec’s athletic defeat had held the initial key to shake his confident self-image. Screwing the young jock senseless that night had also crumbled Alec’s self-view of his masculinity. It was especially disheartening to Alec to know that he had ejaculated during his penetrations thanks to the ghost’s skillful exploitation of Alec’s already overly stimulated prostate. In the demoralized jock’s mind, he associated these ejaculations with a belief that, on some level, he liked getting his butt plowed. The cracks began!
“Come back tomorrow night or else,” the former specter said after the last anal assault of the night on the hapless athlete.
“Yes, okay,” a barely audible Alec answered as he wiped his tear-swollen eyes. He wasn’t sure what ached more, his ravaged ass or his totally drained nut sack. He cupped his aching and drained nuts in his hands to provide some degree of comforting support and warmth to them as the ghost vanished. He sat naked on the sofa quietly crying at his disgrace. Still a part of him tingled with recollections of how he had been aroused at various points in the activities. He was fully confused and conflicted at what was the ghost’s intent. Alec heard Betty moan and he quickly raced to her side.
“Alec,” she purred as her eyes opened. “That was the best sex ever!”
Hearing her words however gave the young stud no comfort. “Let’s dress and get the hell out if here,” he muttered.
The next night, the ghost repeated their sexual actions after challenging Alec to another wrestling bout while using the offer of a release from his promise to the ghost as bait. As it was during the first time, Alec had his butt kicked, then later it became the object of another round of screwing. The ghost made sure to craftily use Alec’s opinions on dominance as a weapon to keep the young star off balance. In addition, the ghost also relied on Alec’s fear about his threat regarding restoring Betty’s true memory. Over time, whenever Alec appeared to be seeking to be resisting domination, the spirit would re-challenge the wrestling captain to another match once more using the lure of Alec’s freedom as a prize.
Alec lost every encounter, however, until finally he just lost heart, and his confidence shattered. He accepted his inferiority. His prior views on dominators vs. dominated solidified his mental self-image of his being in the latter category.
In tandem with the mind game, the presence used a variety of erogenous tricks it knew to keep Alec’s body stimulated during every anal session. Over time, the young jock’s body automatically yielded to the pleasures it was receiving during anal intercourse without any hesitation and adapted these kinds of activities into Alec’s sexual makeup. Filled with confusion over this, Alec experienced a sudden incapacity to perform with women. Alec’s impotence so scared him he stopped any attempts at intimacy with the girls on campus; simply, hinting he was ‘getting enough tail’ from some rich girl who went to another school. This further aided the ghost, for the formerly smug jock was young and sexually his body needed an outlet for sexual release. His now constant nocturnal physical intimacy with the ghostly form became the sole outlet for his sexual needs. Soon, Alec’s erotic zones fixated solely on this male-on-male sex. Because Alec also always felt a deeply rooted sense of degradation during his sexual submissions, his mind began to subconsciously associate that sensation with the desirable sensual release the physical encounters gave him. Now, every time Alec experienced a sense of shame or guilt, it automatically triggered his mind to respond with erotic arousals. A vicious cycle was born in Alec as the two became linked in his brain.
In the end, Alec was so mentally broken by the ghost’s powerful mind fucks while, being continually sensually stimulated by the ghost’s expertise in turning Alec’s body on, that the hapless once macho stud just gave into a submissive sexual role. He now meekly complied with anything believing, from his body’s now eager responses that he was only turned on during male-male sexual pleasure. The ghostly man had won the prize!
*****
In the end, the presence’s form took on the well-built muscled appearance that was before Alec right now. The spirit alternated between this form and one for the skinny guy that had first fucked Alec. The specter simply adapted to whatever image he preferred so Alec would get used to submitting to more domineering men however they looked like in appearances.
“Well, let’s discuss these pledges,” the specter chuckled. “Now, have you arranged for your fraternity officers to be here as instructed?”
“Yes Master.” Alec whimpered in surrender as he looked up at the direction of the sound. “I have the list with their stats and relevant information to go over with you.”
“And did you get their psychological profiles from the school Doctor as I instructed?” the ghost asked sharply.
Somehow the ghost had known that the college had a detailed mental evaluation of all its students in keeping with the climate of today and the concerns of a berserk undergraduate doing something destructive?
“Yes Sir,” Alec shuddered as he recalled how he had secured the information. His mind replayed once more exactly what had occurred.
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