Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, anal and public sex, hazing, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Evan Dalton has had a tough week rushing Nu Alpha Delta: following instructions that range from unpleasant to outright humiliating, but he’s made it this far and wouldn’t dream of giving up now. That is, until he hears what his final assignment is going to be. Apparently he’s managed to piss off the chapter president, and in return his final afternoon of rush week is going to be an intense one. But does it have to be a pharmaceutical-grade aphrodisiac that they give him, and one that has a history of releasing repressed sexual desires?
It all sounds a bit excessive, but maybe once some jocks from a neighboring frat show up to watch the spectacle they’ll help him find something fun in his sudden overpowering and forbidden urges.
Every sensation was becoming more and more magnified. It was as though I could feel where every inch of clothing touched my skin. With each slight movement I felt the cloth rustle against me. It felt very good.
And yet … it also felt very strange. As I focused more and more of the feeling of my clothes lying on me, the more naked I felt: not naked like I was exposed to the onlookers, but just naked in the sense that I was intensely aware of my own body under my clothes and aware of the fact that the clothes were not my body. They just constrained it, bulkily and clumsily. It was like they didn’t matter, really.
I wrapped both arms around the vacuum for better support and the handle poked into my chest. I jerked at the additional sensation, and experimentally rubbed the hard rubber handle across my front. The lower part pressed against my groin.
Immediate sensory feedback exploded in my brain. My GOD did that feel incredible. I put a hand to my chest and almost cried out at how intensely good it felt. The slightest caress over my nipple felt as good as any orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.
“Jake, are you watching this?” someone said. Voices bubbled in the background, but they were a little hard to make out for some reason.
I looked down at myself, half-confused and half-euphoric. I was still wearing the jeans and t-shirt of the night before. I was developing a very obvious erection beneath the denim crotch and I only became harder as I stared down at myself. Impulsively I ran a hand down along the outside of the growing shape and let out a low, involuntary groan.
I stopped myself, remembering with difficulty that I was not alone. I looked up to see the faces turned towards me, eyes wide and mouths agape.
“Damn, that stuff really works, huh?” a voice muttered.
The warmth in my stomach had sunk lower in my abdomen and down into my groin. A pulse ran up and down my whole body and I felt a hot throb of tightness as my cock strained against my pants. With incredible difficulty I resisted the urge to plunge my hand into my underwear. My whole body seemed to be humming, strung tightly between passive ecstasy and an almost unendurable need for more stimulation.
I looked about myself again, trying to focus on where I was. My eyes found Tony Bethel standing in the doorway.
“Wh – what’s happening to me?” I asked him breathlessly.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s The Public Sex Dare with full consent of the original author.