Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 14:27:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: TJ King <phonebook715@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fraternity Couch, Part 1

FRATERNITY COUCH

This is a gay erotic story involving two adults.  This chapter includes
forced bondage and raunch.  If you are underage, do not read this!

*****


I awoke feeling a little dizzy and confused.  I opened my eyes and only saw
darkness.  I am lying on my back.  I tried to move my head but quickly
discovered that I was somehow restrained.  Fearing for my life at this
point, I tried to scream out for help only to realize that I was somehow
gagged.  What had I gotten myself into last night?  How did I end up here?
As I sat there in the dark with nothing else to do, I tried to think about
where I was.

The frat party.

I remembered now that I got invited to a party at the Theta Chi house by
one of my classmates, Brandon.  The two of us were in English class
together and were assigned to work together on some of the class
assignments.  Brandon and I are opposites for the most part.  I am somewhat
of a smaller guy, and more of a bookworm.  I am about 5'7", slim build,
with very youngish looking features.  I don't get many looks from other
people on campus, but I'm definitely not ugly by any means.  Brandon, on
the other hand, probably gets checked out everywhere he goes.  He was
definitely the All-American jock type – built like a brick, and I was
worried when we got assigned to work together that he would be about as
smart as one too.

At first I figured that he would just be another dumb jock who would make
me do more than my share of the work to make sure that we pass, but Brandon
was actually quite a good student.  From looking at Brandon, it's pretty
clear that he didn't just spend his time hitting the books.  He was about
6'2" with brown hair – he always wore a hat to class so I didn't see
much of his hair except for what peeked out underneath the rim of his
angled hat.  He was definitely well-muscled; I could tell immediately that
he hit the gym regularly.  He had wide, broad shoulders and really thick
biceps and forearms.  Definitely not the kind of guy I would want to get
into a fight with.

The rest of his body was just as great.  He usually wore tight fitting polo
shirts or t-shirts to class, and his pants showed off his muscular lower
body.  When he wore his tight khaki shorts to class, I found it hard not to
stare at his perfectly sculpted ass and his thick muscular legs.  I spent a
lot of time eyeing him in class, but he was too focused on our professor to
even notice.  One day we were sitting next to each other with our desks
pushed together while we were working on an editing assignment.  He was
writing something when suddenly his pencil flew off his desk and onto the
floor in front of him.  Rather than getting up to pick it up, he leaned
forward over his desk and reached for it.  I not-so-discretely took a look
at his ass and was able to get a quick peek at his underwear and the top of
his asscrack.  He was wearing white 2(x)ist boxer briefs and I could see
just a little bit of peach fuzz on the top of his crack.  As he sat back
down, he looked over at me and gave me a little grin.  Shit, did he catch
me looking at his ass?  He started talking some more about editing our
papers and didn't mention anything about it, so I hoped that I was in the
clear.

I've known for a while that I am into men, but I've never been with a guy,
let alone one like Brandon.  My mind wandered for the rest of the class
period and I was still worried that he caught me checking him out.
Thinking about his incredible ass and that cute smirk he gave me when he
sat back down made it impossible for me to concentrate.  I was trying hard
not to get a boner, but it wasn't working.  I ended up spending the rest of
the class only half listening to Brandon and focusing on to hide my raging
hard-on from him.  The last thing I'd want would be for him to see me
getting hard in class.

Our professor finally dismissed us and I was packing up my books when
Brandon started talking to me.

"Hey man, we are having a party up at the Theta Chi house tonight.  You
wanna come?"

I was shocked, since until this point he hadn't said a word to me about
anything that didn't have to do with our class work.  After getting over my
initial shock, I replied.

"Well, I do have a lot of homework I need to get done and I'm not really
much of a partier."  I didn't want to come off as though I was
disinterested in hanging out with him, so I added, "maybe we could hang out
another time?"

"How about you just put aside the books and come tonight?  We're gonna have
lots of beer and there will be lots of people there.  I can introduce you
to some of my buds in the frat and you can chill.  I'll make sure that you
have a good time man."  He looked me right in the eyes and flashed his
beautiful smile.  Fuck, I can't resist this hunk of a man!

"Alright Brandon, I guess I can do my homework tomorrow," I said.  I was
hoping that he didn't detect the tone of excitement in my voice.  Sure, I
really did have a lot of homework to do, but I wanted to spend some time
with this hot guy!  It was a Friday anyway, so I knew I could actually get
it done the next day.

"Good, be at the Theta Chi house at 9:00 p.m. tonight.  See ya there!"
Brandon said as he walked away.

I really had no idea what was in store for me at the party, but I knew that
I wanted to spend more time with Brandon.  This was my third year at the
university, but I hadn't been invited to any parties or anything.  I pretty
much just kept to myself in my dorm room, did my homework, surfer the
internet, and played my Xbox.  I figure that kept me out of trouble and all
my good grades would help me land a job once I graduated.

I spent the afternoon and early evening getting ready.  Knowing that I was
going to be spending a lot of time with Brandon made me want to look my
best.  I showered, shaved, did my hair, and put on my "coolest" clothes.  I
usually just wear baggy t-shirts and jeans, but I decided to wear a polo
shirt and khaki pants so that I wouldn't look totally out of place
(assuming that the other fraternity brothers dressed like Brandon).  I
double checked myself in the mirror before I left

9:00 rolled around and I was knocking on the door.  There weren't any cars
outside, but I figured that was because I showed up right at 9 and other
people would show up casually late.  I figured this way if the party turned
out to be awkward, I could just sneak out and not up too late.  Brandon
answered the door and my jaw dropped – there he stood wearing a wife
beater and black Adidas gym shorts.  His wife beater was clearly soaked
with sweat and his hat was soaked with sweat as well.  This is not what I
expected.

"Hey bro, come on in!" Brandon said cheerfully.

I was slightly confused as to why Brandon would be dressed so causally for
a party.  "Am I early?  I thought you said to be here at 9?"

"Oh no man, the party doesn't start until 11, I wanted you to get here
early so you'd have time to meet the guys," he said.  He stepped aside and
allowed me to enter the house.  As I walked past him, I caught a strong
whiff of his body odor.  From the smell and from the look of him, it was
obvious that Brandon had just finished working out and hadn't yet showered.
Maybe I need to ask him about his workout routine because clearly it was
working wonders for him.  He looked more chiseled and even hotter than he
did when I checked him out in class.

Brandon took me on a quick tour of the house, showing me the kitchen, game
room, and the dining room.  It was surprisingly clean; I always had this
idea that frat houses would be dirty and full of clutter, but this one
looked just like any other house.

He had me follow him up the stairs so he could show me the bathroom and his
bedroom. As we went up the stairs, I stayed a few paces behind him and just
stared at his ass in his gym shorts.  The material was clinging to his ass
and riding up in his crack, probably due to all of the sweat from his
recent workout.  I was in such a blissful state just starting at his ass,
but it was interrupted when he suddenly stopped a few stairs in front of me
and ripped a loud, powerful fart.  He turned around to look at me and
started laughing.  "Sorry man, I've been loading up on the protein lately
so I can't control `em.  I'll try to keep `em under wraps tonight."

When we continued going up the stairs, I walked directly into the nasty
cloud of gas that Brandon had just released.  How can someone release
something this foul?  It smelled like a mixture of sulfur and eggs.  I
coughed a little at the unexpected smell covered my nose as I walked, which
Brandon noticed.  This just made him laugh harder.  "That's pretty fucking
bad, huh?  Hopefully the protein shake I just had after my workout won't
make `em worse."

We got upstairs and he showed me the bathroom and then we walked down the
hall to his bedroom.  We passed a bunch of closed doors, which I assume
were the rooms for all of his fraternity brothers.  They must have been
inside getting dressed and ready for the party.  Brandon's bedroom looked
like a typical "manly man's" room – a big queen-size bed, a couple of
posters, a hamper full of gym clothes, a flat-screen TV, and a huge tower
full of DVDs.  He commented on how messy his room can be, but it really was
pretty clean.  He showed me the pull-up bar that he had mounted over his
closet door and proceeded to do a couple of reps to show me how it worked.
Watching his arms flex and work to pull him up made it impossible for me to
keep my dick under control.  I could feel myself getting hard inside my
pants and tried to subtly put my hands in my pockets to make it not as
obvious.  Once he got down from the bar, he flexed his arms and grinned at
me.  "You don't get guns like this without hard work!"  I'm pretty sure
that I leaked a little precum just watching him flex in front of me, but I
didn't have the guts to look down at my crotch and see.  I hope it didn't
leak through because he would totally know it happened because of his
little muscle show.  Luckily he walked past me and out of the room after
flexing and told me to follow him.  Whew, he must not have noticed.

As we went back downstairs, I wandered into his cloud of fart gas again.
The nasty stench was lingering, waiting for me right in the middle of the
stairs.  I figured that it would be gone by then, so I unexpectedly took a
breath right as I walked into it and it choked me a little.  I tried to
hold my breath until I could escape and get some fresh air at the bottom of
the stairs.  Once we got back downstairs, we walked to the living room.

Once we got into the living room, Brandon directed me over to the couch and
turned on the TV.  "I've gotta jump in the shower before the guests arrive,
but you can hang out here and watch some TV.  I'll go get you a beer."  He
turned the channel to a football game and then left me in the living room.
I'm not a big football fan, but I didn't want to offend him so I left it
on.  I was half watching the game when Brandon came back in, handed me a
beer, and left the room to go upstairs and shower.  I took a few gulps of
the beer, and suddenly everything started to spin around in the room. The
last thing I remember was lying down on the couch and trying to figure out
why I was getting dizzy.  Did I forget to eat?  No, I ate some pizza right
before I left the dorm.  What's... going... on...? Things started to go
grey and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion...

That's the last thing I can remember.

So wait, where am I now?  Why is everything black?  I tried to focus and
listen for some sounds, but I couldn't hear anything I recognized.  I tried
to move my arms and my body but I quickly found out that I was completely
immobilized.  I tried shouting through my gag again, and although it was
extremely muted, I hoped that someone would hear me.  Suddenly, there was a
bright light.  My eyes couldn't focus or open for a minute but when they
did, I looked up to see Brandon looking down at me with that grin on his
face.

"Well look who's finally awake.  Enjoy your nap, faggot?"  he asked.

I was terrified at this point.  He knew I was gay.  Did he catch me
checking him out in class?  What was he going to do to me?  I knew that
coming to this party would be a bad idea.  Hopefully someone else would
come downstairs and help me.  I tried to shout through my gag and give him
a pleading look to let me go, but he just ignored it.

"I had a feeling that you and I would have some fun.  I caught you checking
me out a few times in class and I knew that you were into me.  Once I saw
your little dick drooling over my muscles upstairs, I knew that I could
have you if I wanted.  I didn't want you fighting me or resisting anything
that I want to do though.  All it took was one little pill in your beer
just to make sure I could get you right where I want you."

Shit, he had caught me checking him out.  He knew my secret.  Why did I
even come to this party?  I should have just stayed home.  This guy could
have set me up and wants to kill me for all I know.  I struggled and tried
my best to escape, but I was secured too well.

"Don't even bother trying to get out, your gay ass isn't going anywhere
`til I say so.  Lucky for you, I made up this little party to get you over
here.  My frat brothers are actually out on a camping trip for the whole
weekend, so it's just gonna be you and me `til Sunday.  And don't worry,
I'm not gonna hurt you... too much.  Hang on, I wanna let you see what you
look like and have you admire my work."  Brandon left for a minute and
returned with a mirror, which he pointed down toward my face.  "Like what
you see, fag?"

I was in shock with what I saw in the mirror.  I saw my face and the duck
tape that was wrapped around my head and covering my mouth.  As he angled
the mirror, I saw that my face was the only part of me that was visible.  I
was surrounded by one of the seats from the couch!  It almost looked as
though Brandon had cut out a circle that was exactly the same size as my
head and then put me inside.  My head was situated so that my forehead was
toward the front of the couch and my chin was facing the back.  I was
somewhat confused though, since my body must be going out the back of the
couch and there is a solid wall behind it.  Almost as though he was reading
my mind, Brandon said, "Wondering how I got you in there?  Well, turns out
that there is a hole in the wall behind this couch from where an old
fireplace used to be.  Nobody ever sealed it up, so the brothers just
decided to put our couch in front of it.  I picked up this old couch from
the Delta Sigma Phi house, cut a hole in the back and in the cushion, and
then put it in the living room in place of our regular couch before you got
here. So right now, the lower part of your body is tied up tight and your
scrawny little body fit perfectly inside the hole for the old fireplace,
and the upper half of your body is in the back of the couch.  Works
perfectly for me though, because now it just looks like you look like
you're part of the couch."

Wait, what?  Why would he want me as part of the couch?  I was completely
confused as to why he would secure me up this way.  The only place he can
access is my face.

Brandon leaned in close to me.  "Alright fag, time for the fun to begin.
Now I caught you checking out my ass a lot in class, which is why I wanted
you to be a part of my couch.  I get off on dominating a guy and always
wanted to use a little queer like you for my own pleasure, so now I get to.
I'm gonna drink some beer, eat some food, and watch the rest of the
football game while I sit on your face."

With that, Brandon turned around and slowly started to squat over my face.
I realized that he was still wearing the same gym shorts that he had on
when I arrived.  As his ass got closer to my face, I began to smell a
strong, musky odor emanating from his crack.  Brandon then said, "Oops,
guess I forgot to shower after I brought you that beer, my bad."  He
laughed as he pulled his cheeks apart inside his gym shorts and sat down
full weight on my face, completely engulfing me in his muscular ass.

The smell down there was awful, so I tried to hold my breath as long as I
could.  I heard Brandon turn on the TV with the remote and the football
game came on.  As I was lying there trying to figure out my situation, I
realized that with my mouth duck taped shut, I had to breathe in through my
nose.  Fuck, how am I going to do this?  I went for about a minute, then I
had to breathe in through my nose.  His ass smelled bad when he was
squatting over me, but it was a hundred times worse with his hole spread
across my nose.  As I took my breath in, the stench was overwhelming and I
started to cough a bit.  Brandon apparently liked this and started to
laugh.  "Smell good down there?  I know I work up a good stink when I work
out.  Come to think of it, when did I last shower?  Hmm, guess it was
Wednesday morning before class, so that'd be... two full days of sweat down
there?  Lucky you!"

I tried to hold my breath in as long as I could, but every time I tried to
recover air, I was forced to take a big sniff in from his rank asshole.
Even through his gym shorts, the smell was almost unbearable.  I figured
out that it was much easier for me if I just took normal breaths since then
they wouldn't be quite as big.  With every inhale, I was forced to smell
his nasty ass.  I eventually started to get slightly used to the stench and
was able to breathe without gagging for about five minutes.  Ugh, how could
this get any worse?

I shouldn't have asked that... just then, I felt Brandon bear down a little
bit.  I could feel his asshole pulsing through the fabric of his shorts and
suddenly I felt a warm gust of air blow across my nose.  Holy shit, he just
farted on my nose!  I held my breath after this, remembering how bad the
fart was that he ripped on the stairs.  Brandon started laughing
hysterically and told me to inhale.  "Aaah, a nice SBD for ya.  C'mon fag,
breathe that in!  I brewed that one up fresh for you.  Take a big sniff for
me."

I kept holding my breath, afraid of what would happen if I inhaled.
Brandon was not happy with this.  "You stupid cocksucker, I said breathe!
If you don't fucking start doing what I tell you to, I'm gonna beat your
fucking face in and make you wish you'd never been alive!  Now take a big
breath."

Knowing very well that Brandon could easily hurt me if he wanted to and
knowing that I was tied up and at his mercy, I decided it would be best to
do what he said.  I took in a breath and I was instantly assaulted with the
most disgusting odor I had ever encountered.  I thought the fart on the
stairs was bad, but that smelled like roses compared to this one at ground
zero.  A mixture of cabbage and boiled eggs would be the best way to
describe it, although that might be giving it justice.  My eyes started to
water and my nostrils burned as I inhaled this nasty gas.  I struggled to
move my head to escape from the stinky confines of his ass, but with no
luck.

"Ah yeah, that's it.  You like that?  There will be plenty more where that
comes from."  With that, Brandon ripped another silent airy fart right
across my nose.  He let out a manly sigh of relief, spread his cheeks apart
again, and settled down on my face.  "Yeah, this is gonna be a fun night
for you."

As I sat there struggling to breathe in the stink, I could faintly hear the
football game going on in the background.  I was hoping with all my might
that he would get bored with this and let me go once the game is over.
Surely he couldn't enjoy doing this all weekend.  I stayed there for
probably another hour or so without any farts and any "conversation" from
Brandon.  He was clearly into the game and kept talking to the TV, but he
wasn't directing any words toward me.  I started to get comfortable and
used the odor of his ass.  After a while, it didn't smell so bad to me
anymore (of course that could have just been in comparison to his rank
farts).  I started to think about how hot Brandon actually is – his
muscles, his smile, his clothes.  I actually felt myself starting to get
hard picturing Brandon and how this situation must look to an outsider.  To
anyone else, it would look like he was just sitting on the couch in his gym
clothes enjoying the game when in actuality he has his nasty, sweaty hole
plastered the nose of some poor guy who he took control of and secured.  I
was quickly removed from this thought bubble when I felt Brandon tense up
and release a long, wet fart right up my nose.  "Aaaah, yeah, that felt
good.  Man that was a wet sounding one!  Hope I didn't shit myself or
anything.  Oh well, guess I won't have to smell it up here!"

I couldn't tell for sure if he did shit himself, but man, it sure smelled
like it.  Unlike his previous farts, this one just smelled like pure
sewage.  I couldn't help but gag when I took a breath in, and clearly he
thought that was funny.  He started to laugh and I felt him bouncing up and
down slightly on my face.  Between the pressure of him moving from laughing
and the horrible shitty smell that was lingering from his fart, I thought I
was going to pass out.  Luckily, he slid back off my face and looked down
into my eyes.

"Alright fag, enough with that for now.  I wanna see what you are really
made of.  Now I'm running into a small problem here.  The football game is
on and I really don't wanna get up to miss any of it.  But I've been
drinking all this beer and I've really gotta piss.  Any ideas how we can
take care of this?"

Oh God. How am I going to get out of here?

(to be continued)

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