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Sorority Ritual

Sorry was having trouble posting and it won’t let me change the title now. Everyone in this story is over 18. Part 1 of 2.

“So it’s a date?” Mike asks, smiling.

Stella smiles back, blushing and averting her eyes before adding “Yes, and I think it’s going to be a very, very special date. If you get my meaning.”

Mike’s eyebrows raise. “Very special, huh? As in… all the way special?” He’s trying to sound casual but his excitement is all too apparent.

She blushes even more deeply but manages to meet his deep brown eyes. “I think so, yes.”

He grins and gives her a peck on the lips. “I’ll see you then,” he says, and walks off still smiling like an idiot. A cute idiot, in his flannel shirt and backwards cap over long hair.

Stella is dreamily grinning herself, clutching her books to her chest and beginning to head toward class, her mind full of the carnal delights awaiting her in just a few days time. That is, until she finally sees Kelly standing right in front of her.

“Oh Stella,” the statuesque blonde gushes, “He’s perfect!”

Stella’s heart sinks.

"No, Kelly, not for that! I really like this guy, I couldn't do that to him. He's so sweet-"

Kelly scoffs. "None of them are sweet. So you like him? Fine, you can like him just the same when I'm done with him."

Stella isn't sure that's true. Kelly had taken over the tradition of beating a pledge's boyfriends' balls in since her sophomore year, and from what Stella had heard, she hadn't left one them entirely intact. She gulped.

"Really Kell, I had this other guy in mind that keeps asking me out and won't take 'no' for an answer. He's such an asshole."

"My mind's already made up Stella, I want him. Saturday is perfect, just bring him over at eight. Everything will be ready." The smile on her pretty face is predatory. "Bring him, or you know what'll happen." She gives heartbroken Stella a little smack on the butt as she walks away.

...

"This is way more wild than what I was expecting," Mike says as she leads him blindfolded through the sorority house toward the basement. He doesnt seem upset by the kinky turn of events, he is wearing an eager smile and Stella notices he already has an erection tenting the front of his pants.

"Watch your step," is all she can muster as she leads him carefully down the basement stairs. She is overwhelmed by guilt. Here she was taking this boy, who had been nothing but nice to her, to a torture chamber when he thought he was about to get laid for the first time. They had confided their virginity to each other. Stella hoped against hope that after this was all done, she might somehow still have a chance with him. Of course, step one was hoping he still owed a pair of balls by the end of the night.

They reach the bottom of the stairs and Stella flips the lights on. She has to stifle a gasp. She had known they would be there, but seeing her entire sorority gathered around as silent as possible, with some music playing to mask any clothes rustling or breathing, was eerie. She tries not to look at Kelly, who is practically salivating in anticipation.

Stella leads Mike to the center of the room, where restraints are mounted to the floor and ceiling. She positions Mike, and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him passionately, feeling his erection pressing against her. She tries to ignore the watching eyes of her sisters and get some enjoyment out of it, tries to imagine it is really just them.

"Let's get you out of these clothes," she purrs to him. She lifts his shirt up and he obligingly peels it off. She traces her hands lightly on his his arms, chest, and stomach. He is hairless and leanly muscled, an athlete. He's beautiful and Stella wishes she could have him so badly. She undoes his belt and carefully opens his fly, his breath catching. His pants drop to the floor and she pushes his boxers down.

Stella can't help but gasp at the sight of his erect cock, the first she's ever seen in real life. It seems impossibly big and is absurdly hard, angled up with some pre-cum glistening at its tip. His balls are also large and heavy in his scrotum, she winces a little, imagining what they might look like soon. Mike awkwardly kicks his pants and boxers off and Stella kicks them out of the way.

"Can you lift your arms up?" Stella asks. Mike is so trusting and obedient, he just does as she asks. She snaps his wrists into the restraints.

"Oh wow," he says, "You're into this kind of stuff? I would have never guessed that." He sounds excited, breathing hard.

"Spread your legs a little," Stella instructs, and snaps his ankles into the restraints. Remaining on her knees, she says a bit awkwardly, "I'm going to suck your cock now, okay?"

"Yes, please," Mike moans, practically panting now. "I want you so bad, Stella. I'm so glad my first time is going to be with you."

Blushing crimson at his intimate words in front of this audience, Stella tries to ignore the staring and begins to kiss and lick Mike's cock. She has never gone down on anyone before, but is encouraged by Mike's whimpers and moans of pleasure as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock.

She takes the head of his cock into her mouth, and begins trying to work in more and more of his length, being mindful of her teeth. She can't take him very deeply but uses her hand to stroke his length as well, and he seems to be enjoying it, his body trembling and flexing as she works.

"Stella," he pants, "Can you play with my balls? Just be gentle, they're really sensitive."

The irony not lost on her, Stella gently uses her other hand to cradle and lightly fondle his heavy sack, noting that each of his testicles fits neatly in her palm.

"Oh god, Stella," Mike moans after just a few more minutes, "I want to cum, can I cum? I'm close!" Stella attempts to finish him, thinking she can feign accidentally making him cum, at least show him a good time before what's about to happen. But she feels someone grab her by the hair and pull her mouth off of Mike's cock, knows that it's Kelly.

Mike's erection twitches in the air, but he doesn't ejaculate. Kelly drags Stella up and pushes her off to the side with the other girls. The statuesque blonde is wearing a strapless mini dress that seems constantly about to spill her large breasts out of the top, or expose her perfect ass out of the bottom. Her legs are impossibly long and quite muscular. She has kicked her heels off to avoid her footsteps making noise.

"Um, Stella?" Mike asks, wondering why his pleasure was halted so suddenly at its peak. Kelly stands in front of him, carefully aims, and fires a full force-kick directly into his helplessly exposed ballsack. The 'smack' of her foot driving his balls up into his crotch is shockingly loud, and many of the girls erupt into giggling.

Mike doesn't make a sound at first, struggling to pull air into his lungs, then lets out a guttural groan. His body attempts to curl itself around his balls. Kelly pulls his blindfold off. He blinks, adjusting to the light of the room, but can't make sense of it, the dozens of now giggling girls around him, the tall, exquisitely beautiful but cruel-looking woman in front of him. His eyes search for Stella, and find her tormented, teary-eyed face in the crowd.

"What's going on?" He chokes out.

"I'm so sorry, Mike!" She calls. "I didn't want it to be you, it's just, it's a-"

"It's a tradition." Kelly cuts in. "Every year we choose a pledge that has to bring us a sacrifice, or else."

"A sacrifice?" Mike asks, looking up at her fearfully. Kelly is a couple inches taller than him, even in bare feet.

"Don't be dramatic," She says, rolling her eyes. "It's just you know, symbolic. You represent men, and I stand in for all the women that men wrong. I take out all of our frustrations on those those little nuts hanging between your legs." She smacks his swelling sack, making him yelp.

"Please," Mike stammers, "Please don't do this-"

"Don't waste your breath," Kelly commands, dropping to her knees and taking Mike's balls in her hands, weighing them. "I must say, Stella brought us such a nice specimen. Hot, hung, and a virgin, too!" Kelly starts to smack and lightly punch Mike's balls, making them swing.

"This isn't how you thought your night would be going, is it?" She taunts as she works his balls with her fists, Mike panting and grunting in pain. "I bet you thought you'd be getting these rocks off deep inside pussy for the first time right about now. God, just look at these plums! I just want to pluck them and take a big bite out of them."

She grabs Mike's left testicle firmly and drags her fingers down hard, as if to pluck it off of his body, prompting Mike to cry out in pain. She leans in and actually takes his right testicle into her mouth, biting down hard into the center of it. Mike screams at the top of his lungs, looking around the room for help. Stella just watches in horror.

Kelly finally relents, standing up again, as Mike shudders and groans in pain.

"So, this can all end now, without any real damage done down there," says Kelly, taking a dismissive look at Mike's already swollen and bruising balls. "Stella can choose to be selfless and your suffering." Kelly pulls the top her dress down, her breasts popping out of the top. She presses them up against Mike, begins to rub herself against him.

Stella watches, baffled. She does not know anything about this part of the ritual, but of course she would do anything to help Mike. Wouldn't she? Kelly pulls her dress up, revealing her ass and hairless pussy. She bends over in front of Mike and rubs herself against his crotch. Stella is skeptical, she thinks he would be in too much pain to be turned on, but Kelly's smile tells her otherwise.

"Mike, I won't hurt your balls anymore if I can fuck you. Can I fuck you? Do you want to slip that big cock into me right now, and end this?"

"Yes," Mike says without hesitation, his voice relieved. He’s rock hard again and grinding his cock against her entrance.

"You can do that, but only if Stella says it's okay," Kelly says. "Is it a deal, Stella? You can end all of his suffering right now, no consequences for you. It's just that I get his virginity, and not you. Is that okay? Ask her, Mike."

Mike looks up at her. "Please Stella, tell her yes! Just say yes so this can be over." His eyes are pleading, pathetic. But jealousy is burning in Stella. She hates seeing Kelly grind on Mike, and is irrationally angry about Mike reciprocating. She cannot say yes, and a tiny part of her wants Mike to hurt for making her feel jealous.

"What's the answer Stella?" Kelly calls. "He's almost inside!" Half hating herself, Stella shakes her head 'no.'

"Well," Kelly says, "She'd rather see you get your nuts kicked in I guess." She straightens and steps away from Mike, pulling her dress down, but not bothering to put her tits away.

Mike is slack-jawed in shock, hurt filling his eyes as he stares at Stella, who cannot meet them. He begins to speak but his words are cut off by Kelly firing a second, and then a third hard kick into his balls. He can only groan in agony, his eyes rolling back.

Kelly pulls him close, whispers in his ear. "This is my favorite part! Are you ready?" She drives her knee savagely up into his sack, flattening his tormented nuts against his body.

"Oh god," Mike wheezes, his body shaking. His legs are so weak they can barely support him, most of his weight just hanging by his wrists. Kelly remains intimately near him, her bare breasts pressed up against him.

"How many shots like that do you think you can take, big boy?" She coos to him, and knees him again. "One more?" The smack of her bare knee hitting his sack yet again. "I would stop after that one, except yours are so big! I know you can take one more." She drives her knee even harder into his balls, grinding his crushed testicles around his pelvis with her knee as Mike whimpers and whines, before finally letting them drop.

Kelly kneels in front of him again, rolling his aching testicles around in her palms. “You ever notice in movies when someone gets hit in the balls, they add a ‘crunch’ sound effect?” She muses. “I’ve always wondered if that’s a real thing. Turn off that music for a second and be quiet. I want to try and hear the crunch.”

The room is hushed and Kelly slowly increases her grip on Mike’s sore balls. Mike screams. “Shut him up,” Kelly snaps at a nearby girl, who gets up and stuffs Mike’s mouth with his discarded shirt.

Kelly continues to probe her fingers deeply into Mike’s nuts as he trembles in agony, his eyes rolling back. She tries to encase his entire orbs in her palms and squeezes, compressing them to the brink of rupture. Stella, wracked with guilt, forces herself to watch.

Kelly looks up into Mike’s pleading face. “They’re so close to popping,” she whispers to him. “I could destroy them right now, before you ever get a chance to use them properly.” Mike whimper in panic. Kelly increases her grip one final increment, then finally releases his balls.

“Huh, no ‘crunch.’ Alright, let him down,” she commands. Some girls come and unshackle Mike’s trembling wrists and ankles. He’s nearly sobbing in pain but also relief, thinking his ordeal is finally over, but the girls are already spreading him out on the ground and securing his limbs with their bodies.

“Not so fast!” Kelly says gleefully. “One more little ‘step’ I’m afraid.” She is stepping back into her lethal looking platform stiletto heels. Mike panics, trying to struggle against the women holding him still, but pain has diminished his strength. He tries to beg but his mouth is still gagged.

Kelly carefully places the platform of each of her shoes onto Mike’s grotesquely swollen balls. Slowly, she leans forward, putting more and more of her weight onto his tormented testicles.

Mike stares in horror at his flattening balls, the edges bulging around Kelly’s shoes. His head lolls, teetering on the edge of consciousness but unfortunately not succumbing. He expects to hear and feel his balls rupture every agonizing second.

Finally, Kelly steps off of him. “Tough boy,” she says with obvious disappointment as Mike’s balls slowly return to a somewhat round shape. “Okay, get him out of here. Stella can go take care of her man. If you can manage it.” She says pointedly to Stella, who helplessly follows two girls who have helped Mike to his feet and are supporting him under each of his arms as they painstakingly lead him upstairs while he moans and sobs.