Perils of Paul: Initiation (Sample)

Written by Valerie Whip
Artwork by Annabelle Brito


"Come on. You do want to see Sue and Diane in these don't you? Just try it on. You'll be fine," she said, in her cute pleading voice.

Lacy started to disrobe right there in front of me.  She stripped off her blouse and slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders. We had never been intimate or even made out before, and here she was undressing in front of me. She secured the little string around the white material and put it over her right shoulder. She turned her back to me and took off her bra.  She then put the silver cord around her neck, crossed it in front and again behind her back, bringing the ends around to her stomach and tied a bow. She adjusted the material to cover everything and turned toward me for approval. 

She was a beautiful sight. The white acetate was thin, and I could clearly see her breasts in the light of the lamp. The "X" shape of the cord had pulled the fabric tight against her boobs, and her nipples were making little bumps for me to see.  After I caught my breath, I told her she looked terrific.  

I wondered to myself how Sue would look in this attire.  She said, "Your turn. Let me see how you look."

I tied the little string around the maroon fabric, took off my shirt and put the cloth on my shoulder. Next I put the cord on my neck only to discover that it was way too short to reach around like Lacy had done.  I looked at the diagram and saw that it was to be used like a belt around my waist.  I tied it in place and adjusted the material so that it overlapped on both sides.  The length was about an inch above my knee.  She clapped her hands saying that it looked great.  

"See, I told you that it would be okay," she said.  

I grimaced with disdain for this ordeal.

My attention was now focused on Lacy, who was removing her skirt. She carefully lowered her skirt trying not to expose herself as it fell to the floor. As she bent down to retrieve it, the material separated and a generous portion of thigh peeked out.  

She then peeled off her panty hose and panties. She had turned around again to hide her semi-nudity while she slid the pink thong bikini up her legs. She had to lift the hem of the toga slightly to get the small garment in place.  She again adjusted the toga before turning to face me. She was daring, I'd have to give her that much.  What a sight! "Yummy" was the only word that would come out.  

I slid down my trousers and very awkwardly lowered my underwear. I felt a little silly, half naked in front of a woman that I had never been with before. I quickly pulled on the bikini pants.  Too quickly, because my dick jumped free of the pants and dangled in full view of Lacy.  

“Hmmm… not bad…,” Lacy said sneaking a peek at my cock.

She giggled at the sight, but regained her composure, so as not to discourage me from continuing. I finally got everything in place. The smooth fabric had a stimulating sensation on my genitals. The silky feel was causing me to become aroused.  

I adjusted the toga and asked, "Don't I look ridiculous?"  

"Quite the contrary, you look great," she replied. 

She came over, fixed the sash, and further adjusted the cloth so that it covered me and was evenly spread out in front and back.  Up close to her, I could see even more of her lovely body through the almost sheer white fabric.  She fussed a little more with the front panel, moving her hands down to the tiny pouch that held my growing tool.  She continued to touch me while looking straight into my eyes.  

"The way you're growing, I hope you can keep it all in there," she said.  

She told me to hurry up and get my sandals on, because the time was almost up. The sandals were a little tough to figure out.  They had laces that tied at the ankle and then crossed over and over up your calf.  They were very authentic looking. We took one last look at each other before donning our hoods, and assuming the designated spot in the middle of the room. 

A very long minute of nervous anticipation lapsed before we heard the key in the lock.  Several people entered the room. A female voice asked if we had followed instructions.  

I felt the hem of my toga being raised and a young feminine voice answered, "Yes, and he looks cute in fuchsia." 

We were led out into the hall where we were told to hold the waist of the person in front of us. I reached out to find a very slim waist cloaked in a silky material similar to what I was wearing.  Lacy called out, is that you Paul?" as she latched onto my waist.  

"Silence!" was shouted at us. 

The procession started down the stairs. When we reached the first floor, I figured the hoods would be removed and the ceremony would begin. I was wrong. We traveled slowly around a few turns and then down another flight of stairs. I felt the chill on my legs as we crossed the basement floor. We were passed through a narrow opening and down four or five additional steps. This area felt warmer. I could smell burning wood of some kind.

There was a low, almost inaudible murmur as we appeared in this chamber.  The waist I was holding was suddenly torn from my grasp.  Moments later Lacy was yanked from mine.  I stood, trying to touch something or someone, catching thin air.  

I was seized by at least eight hands which led me several feet into the room. I yelled out, “What the hell is going on?"  
Again, "Silence!" rang out and it sort of echoed in this subterranean place.  

"No!" I shouted, "What's going on?"  

"Paul please, you'll ruin everything." Lacy screamed out.

Before I could speak again I heard Steve start to say something almost in unison with Matt. 

"Lacy, what is this?" I retorted.  

Lacy let out a shriek in obvious pain. "Lacy, what happened?  What's the matter?"  

“Silence!” ordered the same voice again.

I attempted to break free of the hands that were desperately trying to hold on to me. "Enough! What the fuck is going on?" I protested. 

Steve or Matt again chimed in to complain, but their voices were cut off in mid sentence. Lacy screamed again, and then I heard her muffled whimpering.  

I was led to a small platform that I tripped over while being led up onto it. I felt my ankles being secured to the floor and then my wrists were fastened to something and the hands let go of me. I tried to get off the platform but my feet could not move. Suddenly my hands were being raised in opposite directions above my head. I then began to feel a thick cloth being placed between my lips and pulled tightly behind my head.  

Lacy cried out again, and as I opened my mouth to speak the gag was tied firmly in place.  

“Mppphh!..mphhhh,” I moaned into the gag. 

I felt the slight breeze of people passing very close to me and heard their feet shuffle past. I heard an admiring hum like something tasted good, as one person passed.  A drum sounded once, and all movement stopped. A very low chanting started. I couldn't make it out. It was a foreign language. The volume increased, and then suddenly stopped.  

A voice some distance from me made an announcement also in the foreign tongue.  I heard the rush of people coming to a standing position.  It sounded like fifty or sixty people.  

I then heard a very sexy female voice order, "Remove their robes."  

My toga was immediately stripped from me leaving me spread eagle, dangling from my restraints, in only the tiny bikini pants they had provided.  There was an overwhelming gasp from the crowd. I could hear someone struggling and grunting to the right of me. I suspected it was either Matt or Steve.

I hung there for what seemed a long embarrassing time.  
I then felt a female finger begin to caress my chest.

“Hmmm… nice,” the voice purred.

I then felt her go behind me as she began to explore my back.

My attention was taken away when I then felt the lips of a female with long hair brush against my thigh. I tightened at the touch, not expecting it. The lips took even firmer nips at my thigh. They moved between my legs and nibbled on the inner sides of my thighs. My dick began to grow. I was in no position to be getting excited, but my genitals didn't seem to recognize the position I was in. Ever so slowly the lips traveled upward. Her forehead touched my harnessed pouch a couple of times as she ascended. I could feel her hot breath on my leg. She was breathing heavy as she kissed the satin triangle that held my rod.  She started pulling at the material with her teeth.  

My dick was engorged and straining to break free. She licked at the bulging pouch, moistening it against my dick. She kept licking at the head of my tool, making it quiver with delight.  I was going crazy at each touch. 

“How does he taste?” asked the voice behind me.

“Delicious, the pledge brought us a good one,” said the voice below.

The drum sounded once more and I was left jerking about on the ropes that suspended me, left wanting more. Mercifully they removed our blindfolds and as soon as my eyes adjusted to the dim light I observed the most bizarre sights. 
Ten or twenty women were wearing deep red velvet capes and black masks that covered only their eyes. Under the capes they were wearing only sheer wrap around mini-skirts tied on one hip. Their boobs bounced around freely with every movement and their clean shaven pussies were clearly visible. Distracted by their nakedness I wished that I could reach out and grab some ass. Reality took over as I struggled to free myself from the restraints.
There was a brief applause. Another announcement was made and I heard shouting from the audience, "fifty", and then "Seventy-five". Another voice retaliated "One hundred." This continued for some time, until the last voice I heard was two seventy-five. The audience started this number game again after a long silence and another drum beat. When the third set of number calling began I figured out that both Matt and Steve must have undergone what I had experienced.

My penis had resumed its position safely inside the pants, when I felt something very cold being slipped inside the waist band of the bikini. It was a knife that cut the elastic and was quickly moved to the other side where it did the same. I tried to squeeze my legs together to hold the covering in place, but the pants were ripped from me without a struggle.  

I was now completely naked and at their mercy. The tension of the rope holding my arms aloft was slackened. An object was placed against the front of me which felt like the arm of a couch.  All at once, my arms were pulled to the ground in one fast, steady movement. I was now bound on either side of this object with my bare ass pointing straight up. The platform was spun around so that this rather unflattering sight was on display. I heard muffled moaning as well as two other similar sounds of platforms moving, and assumed that Matt and Steve were in the same position. 

A real petite blond came over to me and whispered, “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you too much....” 

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