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As a pledge of a cyber-spanking-fraternity, my first ordeal calls for 25 swats from another pledge. I spent a week on the campus of a big-ten university attending a conference in August 1997. They put me up in a fraternity. I lost my breath. My paddling pledge arrived one evening. He was the best looking man I have ever hooked up with. Boyish features, curly blonde hair, buff body, nice basket, 6'1". I am 5'8", shaved head, goatee, dancer body with ballet butt, thick 7.5 " cut dick. I showed him around the empty frat, devoid of all fraternity effects. (He brought his own paddles.) We went up to my room on the 3rd floor. After some chit-chat, frat guy told me to turn around and bend over so he could see my ass. I was wearing khaki shorts and a camouflage muscle tee. He ordered me to slowly take my clothes off while wriggling for him like a stripper. In between, he would take my head and stick it against his underwear (he had pulled down his shorts). I licked his hard prick pushing against the gray jockeys and savored his scent. The first ten swats arrived with my hands on my knees, against my bare, hairy butt. He let me lick the paddle first. Thank you, sir. The pledge then tied my hands to my bunk bed and had me stand with my legs apart, facing away, butt in the air. He gave me 15 more while I counted each one, saying "Thank-you, Sir." After I had received the 25, he decided to give me 10 more. In an effort to break me down, he then announced that I deserved 10 more. I almost passed out from the pain, felt tears in my eyes, and screamed out for him to stop. He hopped onto the lower bunk and pulled down his jockeys and grabbed me by the back of my head and put my mouth on his hard 9' Greek dick. I sucked it all the way down, my hands still tied to the bunk. After he felt my expert boy mouth on his dick, he untied my hands so I could pledge my service to him better. I proceeded to lick his balls to his great pleasure. I was right where I wanted to be. He was getting off and still wearing his cap backwards. I started to rim his freckled ass, which drove him crazy. He braced his feet on the upper bunk, and pushed against my tongue. I buried my face against his butt, pushing my wiggling tongue as far into him as I could. I volunteered to lie on my back. He sat right down on my tongue. I could feel his warm butt cheeks kissing my cheekbones and he rode and rode my face, dragging his butt back and forth. He balls were filling with cum against my neck. He said it was the best butt work he'd ever had. He turned around and fingered me until he found my prostate and stroked it until I was in a fetal ball, whimpering with pleasure. He put on a condom, and started to fuck me, but the soreness of my butt and sore muscles from dancing led me to plead otherwise. I got out my camera and took pictures of him standing over me, crouched down with his dick between his legs, and he got some great shots of my red butt and dick. He stood over me and shot a hug load from my head to my toes, spraying his cum like soft rain. He collapsed on top of me until his dick found my mouth and fucked it clean. The fraternity boy was satisfied. I passed my first ordeal. Can't wait to strip down my pledge...