Becky's Initiation

[Datom]

Becky’s Initiation

This is the first time I've done a story with a double POV. I hope it works.


BECKY’S POV
“It won’t be so bad, Ryan,” Becky said to her boyfriend, as they sat on the couch together. They were in the lounge in Williams Hall, on the University campus. She wished she could get Ryan to stop worrying so much. The initiation will only last for a few hours. Then I’ll be a member, and it’ll all be done”

“I can’t help it,” Ryan answered, putting his arm protectively around Becky. “You remember what happened to that one girl last year, when Kappa Nu Tau initiated her.”

“I know,” Becky nodded. “It wasn’t good. That poor girl got pregnant and the nearly died.”

“Well, I don’t want anything like that happening to you. And that business of forced sex as part of the initiation was just plain wrong. The dean of Students really nailed Kappa Nu Tau on that!”

“That’s why there’s nothing to worry about,” Becky responded. “When they initiate me tomorrow evening, there won’t be anything like that. They know that the school administration will be watching.” She smiled. “It’ll probably be some harmless routine. They’ll pour water on me, or make me drink a lot of beer, or even make me run around the block or something. Nothing horrible.”

“Nothing involving sex, I hope.”

“Nope. I even made a point to let Tami know that I have a boyfriend and that I’m loyal to him.” She patted Ryan’s arm. “Tami said that there was no problem—that I wouldn’t be forced to be—how did she say—disloyal to you.”

“Okay,” Ryan sighed.

“And once I’ve joined, there’ll be all sorts of neat events we can go to--I can bring you with me and everything.” Her mind was racing now. “And the sorority does community projects, so there’ll be a bunch of service experience for me. You know that I’ll stand a better chance of getting the job I’m looking for if I have service experience while I’m in college.”

Ryan chuckled. “Okay, okay. You’ve sold me. Not that I could stop you if I wanted to.”
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RYAN’S POV

After my conversation with Becky, I decided I wouldn’t worry about the initiation. It shouldn’t be anything to fret about. The business with the sorority last year had been bad—so bad that the Dean of Students had really clamped down on all the Greek life, and were watching it carefully. Especially, initiations had gotten pretty tame.

In fact, by late afternoon the day of the initiation, I’d almost forgotten about it. I’d gone to have dinner in the dorm cafeteria, then went back to my room. I figured I may as well study for the rest of the evening, until I heard from Becky.

So that’s where I was, laying on my bed, in just tee shirt and shorts, my Economics textbook open in front of me, and yellow highlighter in hand, trying to keep my mind on rational choice theory. I’d been at it for about a half hour, when I heard a knock on my door.

When I opened the door, I was a little surprised to see two girls and two guys awaiting me. I recognized the girls; I’d seen them before several times with Becky. I didn’t recognize the guys.

One of the girls said, “Are you Ryan?”

“Yes,” I responded hesitantly.

“I’m Tami, and this is Mandy. And Scott and Luke.” She gestured. “We need you to help is with Becky’s initiation.”

“Okay,” I was still hesitant. “What do you want me to do?”

Tami stepped forward. The two guys stepped up and took my arms. As they boosted my arms up into the air, Tami and Mandy slid their hands up from my waist and slid my tee shirt up, leaving me in just my shorts. Then the two guys held my arms behind my back. I could feel a strap being passed around my wrists, binding my arms behind my back.

“Hey! I exclaimed. “What do you thing you’re doing to me! Let me go!”

Mandy produced a piece of rag, which she now held in her right hand. I was still yelling “Let me g-- . . .” when she stuffed the rag into my open mouth. Tami produced a piece of tape, which went right over my mouth, holding the rag inside. I protested, but it just came out “Mmmmmph! Glmmmmph!” The two girls giggled. I struggled, but the two guys held my arms firmly.

“Let’s go, Ryan,” one of them said. “You’re going down to our car.”

As he spoke, one of the girls slipped a mask over my eyes, blindfolding me. They took my arms and led me, still struggling, out the door of my room.

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BECKY’S POV
Sitting in her dorm room, Becky waited for Tami to come and get her, to start the initiation. She wasn’t nervous, but she did wonder what the girls of Kappa Nu Tau had in store for her. Surely it couldn’t be too bad, considering the tight restrictions that the Dean of Students had put on sorority initiations. They might dunk her in water, or make her run around the campus, or, at worst, make her drink a lot of warm beer or something.

There was a knock on her door. She opened it, and greeted Tami and Mandy. She grinned. “I’m ready,” she said. “Take me where you need to.”

Tami chuckled. “Actually, we won’t even need to leave the room.” She indicated the wooden desk chair. “Let’s move that by the window.”

“Sure.” Becky nodded.

Mandy scooted the chair over next to the window. “We need you to sit here.”

“Sure.” Becky went to the chair and sat down. It was an older style wooden chair, with arms.

“Perfect. Now we’re just going to tie you up to the chair, like this,” Tami said. “Keep your arms right where you are.”

Becky was a little puzzled, but she complied. Mandy produced a couple of straps, which she and Tami wrapped around Becky’s arms, tying them to the arms of the chair. Then they used two more straps around Becky’s ankles, securing them to the front chair legs.

“Okay,” Becky said tentatively, “So now what happens to me?”

“Nothing,” Tami shrugged. “Open your mouth.”

Becky dutifully opened her mouth and let Mandy stuff a cloth inside. Then she produced a piece of tape, which she stuck across Becky’s mouth.

“Actually, this is going to be pretty easy,” Tami explained. “We’re just going to scoot the chair over, and let you look out the window.”

Becky felt her chair being slid across the floor and turned to face the window. The blinds were down, so there was nothing to see.

“Ready?” Mandy said cheerfully. “Here goes!” And she pulled the cord, opening the blinds.

Becky looked out the window.

Her room was on the frond side of the building, on the second floor, so she had a clear view of the street in front of her dorm. In front of the dorm next to the sidewalk was a tall lamppost. Becky had never liked this lamppost; it had shone light into her room at night when she was trying to get to sleep. Now, at the bottom of the lamppost, someone had put a wooden crate or box, about two feet square.

Standing on the box, she saw—Ryan!

Ryan was tied to the lamppost, his arms bound behind it, and his ankles strapped to it. He had on nothing but his underwear, a pair of light gray briefs. He had a mask over his eyes, and it appeared that he had been gagged, similarly to Becky. His bare body was squirming, struggling in the evening breeze.

Tami chuckled. “Let’s just sit here and watch.”

[tim409]

If he still had his underwear on he was still over dressed but I am sure that will be rectified in the next chapter. Love that they are giving total exposure to the males rather than the females but are there going to be any other naked guys? All the gals at the college would love a penis on parade by a dozen naked males.

[Datom]

We still have to make sure Ryan gets the full treatment.

[Lola]

Such a thrilling start! It feels so good that becky is watching

[Datom]

Such a thrilling start! It feels so good that becky is watching

That's a big part of the psychology. Nothing really happens to Becky, except for the torture of having her boyfriend on display and accessible.

[Datom]

RYAN’S POV

So—I thought—how did I wind up here?

After Tami and her friends kidnapped me, they had put me in the back of a car and driven off someplace with me. While they were driving, one of them had gotten another strap around my ankles, so I couldn’t kick. All I could do was squirm helplessly, which made them all laugh.

After about five minutes the car stopped. I was carried out to a sidewalk. I could feel the evening breeze starting to blow across my bare chest and legs. I heard someone lifting a small object out of the car.

“Right there—just put it right by the lamppost. No, on the other side.”

I could feel hands lifting me up and standing me up on some kind of platform. It felt like a box, only wooden. I was backed up until I could feel something long and narrow and hard and cold against my back. As the two hands gripped my arms, I felt four other hands undoing the strap around my wrist. My arms were firmly positioned behind the pole, and I felt the straps being repositioned around my wrists.

“Now get those shorts off him.”

A pair of fingers slipped inside my shorts and pulled out the drawstring. The fingers nimble untied the string, and the hands slipped back inside my shorts and pulled them down. I could hear Mandy’s voice chuckle approvingly. “Mmmmm! Nice little undies!”

I thought for a minute and then remembered I had worn grey briefs under my shorts today. So that’s all I had on. The shorts were sitting around my ankles. I felt strong hands pulling up my ankles and removing the strap around my legs. I felt my shorts being removed, and my ankles re-strapped, this time to the lamppost. Now I was securely tied up, with nothing on but my gray underpants, probably out in public somewhere where everyone could see me.

“He’s cute!” Tami chuckled. I felt a hand patting my bare belly. “He’s going to be quite a hit around here.”

“Well, let’s get going,” one of the male voices said. “we’ve done our part.”

“Yeah,” said the other male voice. “And don’t you have to get back to—what was her name?—Becky?”

“Right.” The hand stopped petting me, and I felt a finger tickle my bellybutton. “Bye-bye, Ryan!” she said. “Now, don’t go away!” They all chuckled. Then I heard the car door open and shut. The engine roared as the car drove off, leaving me standing there, tied to the pole in my underpants, on display in full sight of anyone who happened to pass by.
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BECKY’S POV
Forced to sit by the window, Becky could not keep her eyes off Ryan. Although she’d seen him undressed before, she’d never really looked at him like she was seeing him now. He looked sexy in a polite way, not big or muscular, but lean and agile; she thought, he has the body of a male ballet dancer. Seeing him tied up to the lamppost, squirming helplessly, she wanted to jump up and run out and rescue him, to bring him inside, and put a blanket over those shoulders and protect him. But she couldn’t—she was as helpless as he was.

Tami was hovering around, peering out the window, looking at Ryan with amusement. Every once in awhile she’d bat Becky on the shoulder and then chuckle, as though the whole thing was a big joke. Mandy and another girl had come up to Becky’s room now, and joined Tami at the window.

“Oooh! Do you know that girl?” Mandy asked suddenly.

Becky peered out the window. Approaching the lamppost was a girl that Becky didn’t recognize. She had long brown hair, in a ponytail, and was wearing short jean shorts and a tee shirt. She walked up to the lamppost and extended her hand.
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RYAN’S POV
As I stood there bound in the evening breeze, I suddenly heard the pat-pat-pat of shoes on the sidewalk, approaching me. The sound stopped right in front of me.

I felt a girl’s fingers softly touching the inside of my thigh. The fingers slid up and down my thigh, and I heard a girl’s voice softly going “Mmmm!” I quivered.

“Nice legs!” the voice purred. The fingers kept petting my bare thigh, sliding up and down, higher and higher, and finally slid up and touched the underside of my crotch. Then I heard “Oopsie!” and a giggle.

The hand withdrew and then touched me again, this time lighting on my belly. “Do you like this?” the voice asked, petting my belly in a slow soft circular pattern. She giggled again. “This is fun.” The hand felt soft as it stroked my skin.

Then once again, the hand withdrew. A second later, I felt a finger touching the front of my underpants, right on my penis. Another giggle. The finger wiggled back and forth. “Cuchi-cuchi-cu!” she chirped, and giggled again. Then the finger went away. I felt my belly being patted again. “Well, bye-bye!” The hand withdrew, and I heard the pat-pat-pat of her shoes walking away.

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BECKY’S POV

“Who was that girl?” Becky wondered aloud, angrily. Of course, it came out “Whmmmmph whmp dhmph ghmmmmmmph?”

Tami and Mandy laughed. “I didn’t recognize her, Tami admitted. “Did you?”

“No,” Mandy shook her head and grinned.

“She seemed to like Ryan,” Tami, chuckled. “Did you see her touching his body?” She laughed. “She even tickled his penis!”

Becky squirmed angrily. The idea of another girl touching Ryan and feeling his bare skin made her furious. She wanted to get up from the chair, leap out the window, chase the other girl, and deck her right there on the sidewalk! But of course, she was stuck.

“Hey, Becky?” Mandy suddenly grinned. “What about those two girls there? Do you know them?’

Becky looked, Sure enough, two girls were approaching from the opposite direction. She didn’t recognize them at all. They stopped, and one of them pointed at Ryan. They both appeared to giggle. Then they went over to the lamppost.

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[Jeepman89]

Loving this story.

[Datom]

Part III

RYAN’S POV

Once again I heard the soft clop-clop of shoes on the sidewalk, this time coming up from behind me. Then I heard a female voice, “Well! What’s this?” I felt a hand on my lower back. The hand slid slowly down to my underpants, and grasped my butt cheek through the material.

“Mmmm! Nice ass!” The fingers squeezed my butt cheek a couple times, then slapped me. I lurched.

“I think he likes being slapped,” the voice chuckled. I was smacked again.

“He’s really cute!” The other voice said. I felt another hand, this one on my bare stomach. It rubbed my belly around and around several times, then slid up to my chest. “Look at the little nippy-nips!” the second voice cooed. I felt a fingertip flitting back and forth across my nipple. I shuddered.

“I like these legs,” the first voice said. Her hand released my butt cheek and slid down the back of my leg, then slipped between my legs and slowly up my bare thigh.

“His little nippies are starting to get nice and perky for me!” giggled the other girl. As her finger played with my nipple, I realized it was true—my nipple had gotten hard.

She slid her finger down my chest to my belly.

“Ooh!” she giggled. “I see something else that’s getting nice and perky for me.” Her finger slid down over my bellybutton and down onto my underpants. I could feel her fingertip pressing gently on my penis through the fabric.

The first girl came around to in front of me. “Wow! It is!” she exclaimed. “Look at the size of that bazooka!”

The other girl’s finger slid up to the elastic waistband under my bellybutton. Her fingertip slipped inside.

“I’m gonna look!” she announced.

BECKY’S POV

Sitting tied to her chair, Becky was feeling torn up inside, as she watched the two girls touching Ryan. Checking out his body. Tickling and slapping him.

Tami chuckled. “Isn’t it nice that all these girls like your boyfriend?” she chortled.

“Mmmmmph! Glmmmmph!” Becky exclaimed through her gag.

“Oh, look!” Mandy exclaimed. “They’re touching Ryan’s underpants! That’s so funny!” she giggled.

Becky stared. It was true. The shorter girl had put her finger right in the middle of the front of Ryan’s briefs. She was wiggling her finger and giggling. Then the taller girl had come around and was looking too.

Suddenly, the shorter girl slid her finger inside the elastic of Ryan’s underpants and pulled it back. Both girls were peering inside, looking at Ryan’s private parts. Then, while the shorter girl kept the elastic stretched, the taller girl reached into her hip pocket and pulled out her cellphone.

RYAN’S POV

The elastic on the front of my underpants was pulled out from my stomach, giving the girls an unobstructed view of my private parts.

“Jeepers!” the other girl exclaimed.

“Holy shit!” the first girl yelped. "That’s a nice big one!”

I felt a finger slip down and touch my exposed penis. It slid up and down a couple times.

Then the first girl’s voice said,” I gotta get this!” It sounded like she had backed up a couple feet.

Then I heard a short “beep” from in front of me. I knew my penis had been photographed.

BECKY’S POV

“They took a picture of your boyfriend’s penis!” Mandy guffawed. “That is so funny!”

Becky was getting furious. All these strange girls were playing with Ryan’s body. And now these two had a picture of something that only Becky should ever have seen. Were they going to share the picture with other girls? Were they going to pass Ryan’s penis around to their friends, like some kind of novelty? Becky was starting to feel a strange kind of hurt inside her.

“Looks like they’re all done with him,” Mandy observed.

Tami chuckled. “Gee, Becky! Your boyfriend is a popular guy, isn’t he?” They both laughed.

Neither Becky nor Mandy or Tami noticed another girl coming up from the other direction. She was in a camisole top and short shorts, and her blonde hair fell down her back toward her shoulders. She was barefoot. She walked toward the streetlamp.

[Jeepman89]

Amazing story. Can't wait for next part.

[Lola]

I think i wouldn't mind this kind of initiation. The teasing is great and the fact that Becky is watching drives me crazy!