Strip Pool

“I want revenge!” Marie screamed as the front door slammed behind her.

“What happened” Lynette, her roommate asked.

“I have just been totally humiliated! I was down at Sam’s (a local
bar), and , Oh I am just so stupid!”

“What, what is it!” Lynette asked, becoming increasingly annoyed by
Marie’s hesitance.

“I somehow got involved in a strip pool game with a cute guy I had
just met. Don’t ask me how I fell for that stupid tactic, but I did.
And I LOST!” With this admission, Marie began to sob gently. “I
mean, I really thought he was nice and all. So when he suggested we
play strip pool, I went along for a bit, thinking he would call it off
at the last minute. Well, he did not. And not only did I have to
disrobe in front of him, but his two roommates saw me naked as well!”

Lynette tried to stifle the chuckle she felt building in her throat.
“Well, that’s what you get for letting your crotch do all your
thinking for you. Perhaps a little revenge is called for.”

“Really” Marie exclaimed “Would you help me?”

“I think I know just the person who can.”

Lynette and Marie had not only been friends for life, they had pledged
the same sorority and were roommates and Delta Pi . Lynette had long
brown hair and pert little breasts that never moved when she went on
her morning jogs. Marie however was a different story altogether,
equally attractive as Lynette, she was what one would call stacked.
Standing 5’9” she was a very hearty 38 D cup, and as one would
imagine, very popular with the guys.

Lynette and Marie were among twelve girls who lived at the sorority
house. As Marie told the other girls what happened, she noticed
Sandra smirking to herself.

“Sandra” Marie barked “I don’t know why you think this is so funny!”

“I don’t” she coolly replied, “Was this guy you played pool. with
named Tom by any chance?”

“Yes! Do you know him”

“I know of him, you see I am a bit of a pool player myself. I have
seen him play before. You see I am a bit of a pool player myself. If
he doesn’t remember me, I think I have the perfect revenge plot for
him.”

“Really!” Marie cried. “What is your plan?”

“Well” Sandra continued “I used to be a pool hustler in high school.
Perhaps we should give him a taste of his own medicine.” All the
girls thought that would be a good idea, so the plot was hatched.

The next day all of the girls went down to Sam’s. Tom, as they had
planned, was there playing a game of pool with his friend.

“Just follow my lead” Sandra whispered to Marie as they began to play
a game of pool. Sandra worked hard to make it appear that she was a
poor player. The other girls all situated themselves around the bar,
not wanting to miss the show that was coming up. The only people in
the bar other than they were Tom, his roommate and the bartender. As
Sandra and Marie played, she noticed Tom watching her very intently.
She knew how to dress for just the right reaction. She was barefoot
and wore cutoff shorts that barely covered her beautifully rounded
ass. On top of this she purposefully wore a white T-shirt that was
two sizes too small, without a bra. Every curve of her ample breasts
were visible through the straining white fabric, and her always erect
nipples were clearly in view. “Wink at him” Sandra mouthed to Marie.

Marie complied, and Tom began to strut over. Oh what a self inflated
stud he was too. At 6’3” and a well chiseled physique, Tom thought he
truly was Adonis reincarnated.

“Up for a rematch?” Tom asked Marie. “Or perhaps I can play your
friend.”

Sandra chimed in. “Oh I think I am too good for you.” She said
sarcastically.

“Really?” Tom replied jokingly. “Care to bet on that?”

Sandra winked at Marie. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“How about a little strip pool” Tom replied, barely able to contain
his excitement at the prospect of stripping this lovely specimen.

“OK” Sandra agreed, and the game began. “But you have more clothes
than I do. That isn’t quite fair now is it?”

Tom reluctantly agreed. “Well, how about we play best 3 out of 4.
Loser strips at the end.”

“OK” Sandra nodded.

Sandra purposely lost the first two games. Tom, flush with victory,
began to get over-confident.

“Hmmm, one more and you are naked! Two more and its a total skunk!”
he gloated.

Now that she realized he was getting overconfident, Sandra, to Tom’s
great horror and disbelief won the next t three games in a row. As
the last ball fell into the pocket she confidently strode over to the
open jawed Tom and whispered into his ear “Time to get naked big
boy!”. His shame and humiliation only excited her more as he
flustered for a way out. Sandra, being the pool shark that she is,
had truly not played up to her actual skill level. She did not want
to give away her little secret, therefore setting the stage for her
ultimate revenge plot.

With a gleam in her eye, she turned and winked at Marie who was
visibly salivating and Tom’s downfall. Tom’s face blushed as red as a
tomato as he realized that he was now surrounded by and the complete
center attention of the entire sorority. Not another soul was in the
bar, except for the bartender who was barely able to withhold his
laughter.

“This can’t be happening!” his mind raced as he now realized he was
going to have to strip down in front of all these attractive women.
She was supposed to be naked, not me. As he fumbled about, he meekly
said “Double or nothing?”, expecting that his request would be
refused.

“Well” Sandra replied “Perhaps?”

Tom now got hopeful. Maybe he would be allowed to escape with his
dignity after all.

“What are you proposing? After all, you don’t have much more to
lose.” she replied, stifling back a giggle.

“How about one more game, If I win I can keep my clothes, If I
lose…” Tom paused, trying to think of a punishment that would
satisfy her, yet still not be too bad if he had to do it.

“You become our slave?” Marie finished his sentence for him.

“OK Tom” Sandra continued “If you win you may keep one article of
clothing. If you lose, you not only are to get naked, but will remain
naked, and in our service for day for each ball I beat you by.”

Tom’s mind raced. So far they had seemed to be evenly matched, even
if she won, it wouldn’t be by too much and though humiliating, it did
seem the only way he could hope to keep his shorts. Meekly he nodded
his agreement.

Sandra turned and winked again at Marie. The trap door just closed
and Tom was caught, although he did not know it yet.

“I will go easy on you” she said “You may break first.”

As Tom rose to take his shot, the other girls began to taunt him.

“Don’t choke Stud!”

“Mmmmmmm, I can’t way for my daily foot massage” cried another.

This distracted Tom a bit, but he did manage to make a good break and
sunk three balls.

“Hmmmm” Sandra said condescendingly “I hoped you enjoyed taking that
shot, that will be the last one you will be making.”

Tom saw an opportunity. “Oh yeah, care to bet on that?”

Sandra could not believe her luck. This boy had no idea what she was
capable of, and was now practically begging for abuse. “Sure, what
did you have in mind?” she replied.

“I bet that you will miss at least one shot. If you do, not only will
I retain my clothes, but you and Marie there will be my willing sex
slaves for a weekend.”

“And if I make all the shots?” she replied smirkily.

“Make those weeks of servitude and not days” he answered, confident
that she would miss at least one.

A great hoot went up from the girls. “Hmmmmm, a naked slave boy for
the rest of the semester. Well, that’s too tempting to pass up. I
agree.”

Tom returned to his seat, smugly assured that he had snatched victory
from the jaws of defeat. His mind drifted to all of the erotic
adventures he would have with the lovely Marie and Sandra, slave to
him for the weekend.

She made the first shot. “That’s one week stud boy”

His face was unchanged.

She made the second, third, fourth and fifth shots in short
succession. “Mmmmmmm, that’s a little over a month. Are you sure you
don’t want to cut your losses?” By this time, Sandra, who enjoyed the
thought of getting revenge was starting to feel sorry for her mark.
She also was a little worried that she might blow it as well.

The look on Tom’s face when the last ball remained on the table was
priceless. He was sweating profusely and turning a bright shade of
purple. How can this be!, he kept thinking. What have I done!
The last shot went in. “Well, that’s it! Time to pay up!” Sandra
commanded.

Tom looked nervously around the room. Every female eye was fixed on
him as a cat stares down a mouse. The bartender, unable to control
himself any longer, fell to the ground in a hysterical laughing fit.
As he rose, three girls caught him by the arm and began to remove his
shirt and unbuckle his belt buckle.

“Just in case you were thinking about running, I brought my friends
with me so you wouldn’t Welsh.”

Outnumbered 12 to one, they quickly stripped Tom down to his shorts.
He struggled uselessly against them. The final article of clothing
was his jock, which by now was straining at the seams.

“Marie” Sandra commented “I will let you do the honors”.

Marie, with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes strolled up to Tom and
violently ripped the shorts off of him, exposing him completely naked
to the crowd. The girls went wild with laughter.

She then retrieved a cock leash from her purse and fastened it around
his balls. Two other girls pushed his wrists together and handcuffed
them behind his back.. With total victory in her smile Marie
announced it was time to take the slave boy home and proceeded to lead
Tom by the balls out onto the street.

It was the longest and most humiliating experience Tom had ever faced.
He could not believe this was happening to him. Here he was, totally
naked, hands bound being led by a cock leash down main street in broad
daylight. As this parade of shame continued, crowds of students,
mostly girls, gathered around cheering his tormentors on. Tom even
saw his roommate, who he thought would stop and help him, but could do
nothing but laugh hysterically on the ground. His only hope lay in
somehow a cop stopping this show. Unluckily for him, no police were
to be found on the quarter mile hike from Sam’s Bar to the sorority
house. It seemed to Tom that every student on campus had been witness
to his shame. He had never felt so degraded in his entire life.
Little did he realize what was to happen to him next.

As the girls led Tom into the living room of the sorority house, the
few missing girls came downstairs to see what all the noise was about.

“What in the world is going on!” Melanie, a very attractive auburn
haired beauty cried as she saw Sandra drag Tom by the nads into the
middle of the room.

“Melanie, meet Tom, our new house-boy for the semester. I won him
this afternoon.” Said Sandra, the tone in her voice dripping with
evil satisfaction.

“Nice package!” Melanie replied as she stepped closer to inspect the
new property of Delta Sigma Tau.

“OK Tom, here are the rules:” Sandra began.

1. No clothing is to be worn inside of the sorority house, unless
instructed by a member of the house.
2. All commands are to be obeyed instantly and without question. Any
hesitation will result in extreme punishment, which I assure you, you
will not like.
3. Your cock as well as the rest of your body now belongs to this
house. You will not touch or relieve yourself unless instructed by a
member of this house.
4. Any outside trips you must make, such as going to class or other
errands we may send you on, will be conducted wearing a uniform that
will be provided for you.
5. You are to refer to all of the girls here as Mistress So and So.

‘Are you clear on the rules so far?”

Meekly Tom whispered yes. This was met with a hard slap to the face.

“You forgot rule number 5 slaveboy!”

“Yes Mistress Sandra”

“Since you will be required to do chores around the house, as well as
leave the house unattended sometimes, I have decided to put this
restraining device on you. Turn him around girls!”

At her command, two of the girls spun Tom around and kicked his legs
apart and pushed his head to the floor, leaving his asshole and balls
completely exposed. Being handcuffed as he was it was pointless to
resist. Fear gripped his mind as he felt some object being inserted
far into his anus. The pain was tremendous, but at the same time his
cock, which was almost exploding at this time, got even harder and he
almost came. His cries of pain were met with nervous giggles from
around the room. Just as the first wave of agony was subsiding, he
felt a small metal ring being locked around his balls.

“You may uncuff him now” Sandra instructed the girls. Nervously, they
complied, fully expecting Tom to either attack them or make a run for
it. As soon as the cuffs were removed, Tom, as expected, bolted for
the door. Four steps into his escape the most excruciating pain
ripped through his ass and testicles. It felt as though someone had
stuck a red hot poker up his ass.

As he flailed helplessly on the floor, he noticed Sandra holding what
looked to be a TV remote control in her hand.

“I thought you would try to Welsh Tom. That’s why I took this
precaution. If you try to escape, I will sear you insides and balls
so badly you will never be able to enjoy sex again. If you play by
the rules, we will not have to resort to these Draconian measures.
OK?” Tom could not speak, but was able to nod his head in agreement.
Sandra turned the fiendish device off.

“Believe it or not Tom, that was the lowest setting. Any attempt to
remove the device will automatically set it off. You will be a eunuch
before any doctor would be able to remove it from you, so I would try
to cooperate. It also has a timing device, so if decide to try to get
out of range of its radio contact, it will automatically activate.”

Tom was trapped and he knew it. There was not hope for escape now.
Another horrible feature of the cock ring was that it seemed to keep
him perpetually aroused, and yet prevented any chance of release. To
his horror Tom saw that Sandra was passing out remotes to every girl
in the house. At any given time, any one of them could reduce him to
a quivering mass of tormented flesh.

“There is a pleasant side to this device as well Tom” Sandra said as
she pushed another button on the remote. Instantly, the butt plug
began to vibrate. Slowly at first it eventually built up into a
crescendo of pulsating torment. The plug was positioned so that it
directly stimulated his prostrate gland. Tom began to get the most
intense hard-on he had ever experienced, and reflexively started to
stroke his cock.

Laughing as she watched his non effectual masturbation, Sandra turned
up the intensity. “Beg for release dog boy”.

Desire, overcoming all shame, caused Tom to practically cry like a
baby. “Please, please let me cum.” he whimpered. Marie, getting hot
from watching Tom writhing on the floor in abject aroused agony,
surreptitiously snuck two fingers inside her panties and began to
finger herself.

“Bark like a dog!” Sandra commanded.

Without questioning or pause, Tom got onto all fours and began to
howl, pant bark and growl in such a manner as to make any golden
retriever jealous.

“Lick my shoe clean” she continued.

Tom, again wild with desire and anxious for release, dropped to his
knees and ran his tongue over the bottom of her shoes. In the back of
his mind he was aware that any self respect he had for himself was
diminishing rapidly, but he MUST HAVE RELEASE!

“Who wants control of him for the first night?” Sandra asked the room.
After much debate amongst themselves, they all agreed that since
Sandra had won him, she should enjoy him the first night. After all,
they owned him for the rest of the semester. There would be plenty of
time for everyone to have fun.

Sandra was pleased. Even though she had perpetrated this revenge on
Tom, she did find him most attractive. The thought of him slaving
away between her thighs made her panties even wetter than they already
were. Without any fanfare she pointed Tom upstairs and told him to
wait for her in her bedroom.
Tom’s hopes began to soar. Perhaps now she would allow him to cum.

The sight that greeted Tom when she entered the bedroom, almost made
him not regret losing. Sandra was beautiful, and now was completely
naked in front of him. Her breasts were perfectly round and slightly
turned up at the end. Her legs were smooth, muscular and long. As
she hopped onto the bed she lay back and opened her legs revealing the
tastiest looking snatch he had ever seen. She had neatly trimmed the
hair from her pussy so that only a small slit of fur remained. Her
cunt lips were completely pink, and from pure observation, sopping
wet. She slowly leaned forward and cuffed Toms wrists to either post
at the foot of the bed. He was completely immobilized, but totally
entranced the the vision in front of him.

Once again she opened her legs and slowly slid down to where he could
reach her.

“Get to work. If I am satisfied, I may reward you.” she commanded as
she turned up the intensity of the butt plug and laid back with her
hands behind her head. Tom eagerly dove into his work, running his
tongue over her engorged clit. Within minutes the first of many
orgasms shuddered through her body. As he continued to slurp away,
she dug into his shoulders with her long nails. Soon he could tell
when she was about to cum by the intensity of her scratching. Over
and over for four hours he ate her to one after another orgasm. Soon
his tongue began to lose feeling and he began to wonder when, if ever,
she would be satisfied. After the fourteenth orgasm that was so
violent she screamed as if being eviscerated, she whispered into his
ear that that was the best pussy eating she had ever had.

“You definitely will be rewarded!” she smiled as she pulled herself
back up on the bed.

Tom began to lick his chapped lips. The constant vibrating in his ass
was driving him crazy. If he didn’t cum soon, he was afraid he would
lose his mind. As he stared down at his helpless purple cock, he
prayed she would be fast. “Come on Sandra, time to uncuff me” he
thought to himself unconsciously.

Yawning Sandra continued “But, better make that tomorrow. All that
cunt licking has made me sleepy, good night”. And with those words
Sandra turned out the light and passed out leaving the butt plug in
Tom still vibrating and stranding him helpless, cuffed at the foot of
her bed. At first Tom wanted to scream NOOOOOOOO!, but rightfully
fearing her wrath sheepishly said “Good night”.

What a long hard night Tom suffered. Bound naked hard and helpless
at the foot of Sandra’s bed with a butt plug vibrating all night kept
him perpetually aroused. By morning, he was delirious with fatigue
and lust. Sandra slept deeply. Nothing put her to sleep harder or
faster than being slowly eaten to multiple orgasms as Tom had done the
night before. Around 8:00 a.m. she lazily awoke and smiled at the
sight of Tom throbbing pitifully at her feet.

“Morning Tom, sleep well?” she mockingly asked.

“Yes Mistress” came his meek reply, barely audible as his throat was
dry.

“Well, I promised you release this morning and so I shall
reciprocate.” she announced as she fastened the cock leash to Tom and
unchained him from her bed. Tom could barely walk as he was led
downstairs into the living room. His knees and legs ached from
kneeling all night, and his throat was dry from having eaten Sandra
out so many times. He could still taste her on his chapped lips.

When they reached the living room Sandra called all of the girls into
the room. She announced that it was time for Tom to have his release,
so all of the girls began to take seats in a circle around him. Tom
flushed with embarrassment. The idea of cumming in front of a room
full of attractive women both excited and humiliated him. Two girls
stepped behind Tom and forced him into a crouching position on the
floor. His hopes soared as he felt the cockring being unlocked from
his testicles. While he closed his eyes anticipating the end to his
delicious torment, the girls handcuffed his wrists to his ankles.
“Don’t want to give you any ideas about escape!” Sandra chuckled. Now
that he was in position, Sandra stood in front of him.

“All right Tom, you are free from the cockring for 2 minutes. If I
were you I would make the best of it!”

“What!” he cried. “I thought that you…”

Sandra interrupted “No way! You thought I was going to service you!
HA! No Tom, I am giving you 2 minutes access to our property (as she
mentioned the word property, she ran her big toe over Tom’s throbbing
cock). So you better use your time wisely.”

Tom could not believe it. How was he supposed to masturbate. Not
only was he mortified at the prospect of jacking off in front of a
room full of women, (his lust overpowered any objections he might have
had on that subject), how, with his hands cuffed to his ankles, was he
supposed to do it. As he looked around the room in desperation, he
saw Marie slowly giving head to a banana and winking at him. “The
want me to suck myself off!” Frantically he stretched his mouth as
close as he could to his penis. Even though he realized that they
were filming this ultimate degradation, his need to empty his engorged
balls was too compelling to deny. He twisted and thrashed,
desperately trying to reach his penis. These antics seemed to excite
many of the girls and a few of them excused themselves to go relieve
themselves in private. Just as he finally go the very tip of his cock
in his mouth he was violently ripped away from it. “Times up!” Marie
announced.

Tom now realized that all that humiliation was for nothing. Now
hornier than ever he almost began to cry in frustration. “Tom, are
you not in the mood?” Sandra asked sarcastically. “Well, its time
for your bath, perhaps that will perk you up.” Again the cockring was
attached and his wrists were uncuffed from his ankles and recuffed
behind his back. He was now led upstairs and into the communal
shower. It was nothing more than one large stall with 8 or 9
showerheads. Several of the girls fastened Tom’s hands above his head
to some eye rings in the ceiling and chained his legs apart as far as
they would spread. Sandra again unfastened the cockring, and for the
first time in 24 hours, removed the butt plug. “Wouldn’t want to
electrocute our property now, would we?” Other girls began to come
into the shower and began to disrobe. Normally this would have been
a fantasy come true for him, but now it only added to his torment.
Like being a starving man forced to watch a feast, Tom could do
nothing as the parade of naked supple female flesh began to surround
him.

Two girls, who Tom didn’t know, approached him, soap and sponge in
hand. “Time to wash up stinky boy” . Before long there were eight
or nine pairs of female hands soaping and scrubbing every inch of his
body. They left no crevice untouched. The worst of it was the penis
scrubbing. One rather attractive girl knelt before him and caressed
his purple tormented cock between her soapy breasts. He thought he
would lose his mind. After a while the girls rinsed him off and began
to bathe themselves. He could do nothing but hang there, throbbing
and frustrated as he watched them soap up their supple breasts and run
the their lathered sponges over their beautifully trimmed pussies. He
could stand no more and began to struggle violently at his bonds. His
gyrations caused much amusement.

Vicki, a pert little blonde with an behind one would kill for,
sadistically rubbed her ass over his helpless cock. When he tried to
penetrate her, she would move just inches out of his reach. After all
of the girls had their shower, they dried him off and reinserted his
butt plug and reattached his cockring. Once again, he was in their
power so that it was pointless to try anything after they uncuffed
him. Again they led him downstairs where Marie was waiting with a
list in her hand.

“OK Tom, here is your list of chores for today. I want you to start
first with mowing the front yard.”

Tom read the list and then without thinking, looked down at his naked
meat hanging frustrated from his legs. He had been naked since
yesterday, and now feared that his humiliation would include having to
parade naked outside.

“Don’t worry Tom, we promised you a uniform.” Several of the other
girls giggled as they realized what was coming.

“Here you go Tom” Marie said as she handed him a pair of petite thong
panties. “ I hope they fit.”

This was worse than being naked, he thought to himself. The thong
panties barely concealed any of his cock, and the silk only further
tormented his cock. The back of the panties exposed his entire ass.

As he walked outside, he blushed when he received a couple of catcalls
from the neighboring sorority. Several other girls, who had been
walking by, stopped and decided to watch the show as well. Before he
knew it, quite a crowd had gathered to watch his humiliation. Instead
of a lawnmower, Marie had given him a pair of dull scissors to cut the
grass. It would take all day. All day he would be on display for
every person walking by. He could only hope that no one he knew would
decide to walk down this street. Just when he thought it couldn’t get
any worse, he realized that the panties they had given him were
shrinking.

The girls had thought of everything. The panties they had given him
were treated with a chemical, that when wet, shrank and eventually
disintegrated. Tom was drenched in sweat. As he crawled around,
cutting grass as fast as he could, he noticed little shreds of the
only covering he had unraveling. If he didn’t finish fast, he would
end up naked. To make matters worse, his cock, which had finally
subsided to a partial erection earlier, began to get hard again. This
would only hasten the process. He must concentrate on something
nonsexual he thought to himself.

Some in the crowd somehow must have caught on to his predicament. One
girl in particular began to run her hands over her breasts and between
her legs every time she caught his eye. Tom tried valiantly not to
look, but being a man has its disadvantages. The sight of an
attractive woman touching herself is too compelling not to watch, no
matter what the consequences. Before long the inevitable happened and
he again had a raging hard-on. Very little of his genitalia was a
mystery now, but somehow the panties did not break. As Tom rose to
dump a handful of cuttings he was startled by the sound of applause
and cheers going up from the crowd. He was afraid to look down,
knowing what the applause meant. Finally he did look and the panties
had completely snapped and disintegrated. He was now standing stark
naked in front of them. He looked over at the girl who had been
tormenting him and she just winked, stifled a little giggle and walked
on. He would now be forced to finish this degrading task completely
naked.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he felt the butt plug
begin to vibrate. “OH MY GOD!” he whispered to himself, as the
stimulation caused him to jerk reflexively. Sandra was on the front
porch, remote in hand, staring at him. “Lets give em a good show now
Tom” she said as she began to turn up the dial.