BDSM Library - Story: Nashville Letters, Chapter: Part 2

Letters from Nashville

by Emile (ed)

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Lewis Smith

Colder Farm

1409 Highway 1

Lake Redrock TX

April 7, 2008

Dear Lewis,

I know its been six weeks since I last rote, but I bin real busy here. I enroled in them extra subjects just like you tole me to, I aint gonna forget my roots or nothing, even though the Ag Science all the way across campus - like it takes me twenty minutes just to walk out over there. Do I have to do Animal Insemination and Industrial Lubricants? I mean, in both subjects, I end up with slippery crap all over me, and I aint got no money for the protective gear. The grease and oil are all over my clothes, and the clothes just stick to my skin. And they all say they can smell bull cum on me - all the time!

Seth found a job for me on campus - doing life modelling. Doesent pay much, on account of art students being poor he says, only $2 an hour, but its a job and I am greatful. Its embarrassing, going into a big room in my greasy old clothes and having to shuck them in front of a room full of guys my age - and girls too - who look at me real coldly like meat. They laugh sometimes and I can hear them pointing out to each other my swinging porker, or my low hanging sack - and how red it is and shit - but that aint even my fault, since Seth keeps giving me them pills, my hole body is on fire! But I cant even say nothing, its like I'm behind glass even though their 3 feet away from me, staring at my junk, measuring it with their brushes and sketching it. One time while I was dressing I snuck a look at one canvas - this guy - who I thought was kind of one of the nicer ones too - all he'd drawn was my dork and ballbag, real close up, every fucking vein and stubble - it was gross. And then there on the bottom hed rote "Beta Pledge Nick Slater Study No 6". My fucking name, for everyone to see! Seth said I shouldnt be so uptight, it was just for the end of term art exhibition. Anyway, he said, they usually only show the full body poses, which they aint started yet. I jus hope they dont paint my rear, since my pucker is so sore and swollen now.

Seth has been pretty okay with the pledge tasks, he sent me dumb tasks to do in the middle of class, I had to cut a few already - always the ones I wanna do, not these new ones too. Jeez I just hope the teach doesent notice. Anyway the tasks are like back on the farm - cleaning johns, washing jocks. Then he made me go to the gym a lot with him too, even though they can all see my prick in the gym shorts, just like I tole you. It aint like farm work - Seth loads up the weights real heavy, and works me until I can barely move my arms and legs. I'm so sore all over, I can barely do my other jobs, and my whole body aches when I lie down, so I cant get comfy to sleep. Seth said he'd help me with that, so as well as them pills, he gave me a tape to listen to at night. I guess it works, I sleep til he comes and wakes me, but sometimes I wake, arse up, and the door is already open, and the sheets down to my ankles, so anyone coming by can see my body. But yeah, my hole really hurts too, and not just from the dildo. I can barely put it in anymore, please, I need to stop. I don't know if it's the workout or what, but my whole body feels like it's on fire - my nads, my nipples, even my arse. Oh man, my ring is so sore I can barely walk without shooting pain now. I tried telling Seth but he jus said that guys dream about their classes a lot, and since I do Animal Insemination, I must be dreaming about that. Which I get, since I had the most intense dream where I was kneeling on our frat dining table, legs apart and junk hanging down, with my An Insem book open beside me, and a senior was reading out instructions from the chapter while Brick pushed a huge turkey baster into my hole full of bull cum into my crack. It was so fucking humiliating, and worse like the next day I woke up my dildo was half pushed out, covered in slime, and there was juice all between my legs and on the sheets. I jus hope I don't dream any about the Manual Insem class when you gotta shove your arm in the cow to like your elbow.

Seth and Brick take care of me a lot, they said they will make me a man jus like you asked them to, and that its my fault cause I just kind of ask to be fucked by looking at people. Sometimes they said I even just do it to them, and Brick especially keeps catching me out and pressing his big rod against my crack so I yelp, saying he doesen want to fuck me but I am making it hard. I gotta suck them both off a lot to keep them from doing something worse, although Seth keeps playing with the dildo, shoving two fingers around it and twisting it around while asking me what I done at the farm to deserve this, and when they're drunk, both Brick and Seth keep dry-humping my arse which really hurts even though they aren't fucking and blaming me for it. Just so long as the rest of the frat doesnt find out, its bad enough with them two.

I made the team okay, but coach says I gotta stop shaving my chest, and the itchy stubble is growing back. You can read "Cunt" across my chest now if you look closely, is there anything I can do to make them hairs grow back too? Also around my package, my dick and balls look even bigger and purpler since I got no hair around them at all. Except that one time in bed with the juice everywhere, I aint cum at all since I got here. It's really beginning to do my head in, and my helmet is always slick with prefuck - it's like it leaks out constantly now - more and more each day. It makes the inside of my shorts all damp, and I'm scared soon it'll show through. It's bad enough they can see my junk when I sit down or go to the gym, if I had a wet patch people would stare at me all the time!

Okay I gotta go Seth just arrived with out uniforms for the toga party tonight and ... oh man, it's like just a sheet! I will try and rite again soon.

Nick

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Nashville Football Academy

High Scoring Where it Counts!

Nicholas Slater

Beta Delta Theta Fraternity

Nashville Campus, TN

Degree: Bachelor of Science

Major: None Elected

NOTICE OF ENROLLMENT

We confirm the following changes have been made to your academic program:

* 12150 Exercise Science withdrawn

* 12704 Nutrition withdrawn

* 16743 Dance Performance enrolled

* 11051 Agricultural Education enrolled

* 11066 Science and Technology enrolled

* 11901 Soil Science enrolled

As you are no longer eligible for a major in Education (Sports Science), you must selected a new major. You are now eligible for:

* Agricultural Science

You must additionally submit the following mandatory work prior to suspension of classes on May 14:

* 11051 Agricultural Education : Bovine Insemination Practice Paper

* 11066 Science & Technology : Industrial Lubricants

Failure to submit these items may result in academic probation and/or a disciplinary hearing before the University Senate academic committee.

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Beta Delta Theta Fraternity

Nashville Football Academy, TN

From the Desk of the President

Mr Smith

Colder Farm

1409 Highway 1

Lake Redrock TX

May 4, 2008

Dear Lewis,

I realise you must be getting worried about your boys, since you have not heard from Nick or Jack for some time. Since he last wrote to you, Nick has had some setbacks, which in fairness I ought to have told you about earlier. At our Roman Week social mixer, Nick was a bit showy with his toga, and a few of the boys got the wrong message. Now I know that Nick has a history of seducing regular guys into buttfucking him back at the farm, and I'm afraid to say that campus has been no exception. I personally took him to the campus doctor the next day, who said he'd all but ripped himself a new arsehole, if you'll excuse my French. In any event, as I understand his relationship with his father is strained, and you are acting guardian, I feel I ought to let you know that his progress towards becoming a man has been set back somewhat by this incident, and he has been caught a number of times in fragrente delicto, as it were, with some of my senior frat members. They assure me he is at fault. Academically, his wok has understandably suffered, and only through my university senate connections was I able to avoid him being suspended. They have however put him on probation, and since he skipped class and humiliated himself in front of a number of professors, he unfortunately has had to give up his dream of Sports Science. He was very upset about this, he whined and blubbered for a while but a few well placed kicks and he signed the forms. I think that an Ag Science degree is the most he should aspire to anyway. Since he is at the arts faculty so much these days, I've taken the liberty of also enrolling him in one of their courses. The dance teacher was particularly accomodating - he has a punishing regime, but he is happy to put young men through the paces - I only hope Nick's sore body is up for the challenge.

Jack, on the other hand, is really beginning to excel. As he has been on the biology intensive for some time, I have not had the pleasure of seeing him, although they tell me he is a model subject. They do allow freshmen an hour a week to write home, although it appears that Jack is reluctant to hand over his letter to the faculty for posting. Some of the young men are awfully superstitious - you know, that they can't talk about a good thing for fear of jinxing it - and I think that may be the case for Jack. He has certainly taken to the subject like a duck to water, although he is not immune to the seductions of university life. He's been hanging out with the wrong sort of people - who wear black all the time and like body jewelry - I just hope he doesn't get misled and do anything regrettable and permanent to himself. I will ask if he is able to come home for the break, although I think they have a field trip coming up which he will not be able to miss.

Please address any concerns to me in the future. The administration only sends your letters here, eventually, in any event.

Yours Sincerely,

BLk

B Landenboek III

Fraternity President

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From Jack Kipps to Jay Heigel, Colder Farm (unsent letter)

Oh man you gotta get me out of here! This biology scholarship thing is whack. When I got here, the frat greeter pulled me away and said I had stuff to fix up with my enrollment. I don't get these forms and shit, but I figure if I was gonna do something with my life I'd do it proper and put down all the general courses and shit for a real degree. Well anyway he said it was all wrong, and handed me some change form with some new course numbers scribbled in and told me to high tail it to the admissions office before it was too late. I dumped my bags and raced down the hill, and fuck if I ain't stopped running since! They ticked shit and stamped it and gave me more paperwork to sign and told me I hadn't had my physical yet coz classes started that day.

Next thing you know I'm in the teaching clinic, with all these student doctors running around, telling me to get barearsed naked and sit in a room for an hour. I dunno if they forgot me or what but it was damned cold in there, on the metal slab just waiting. Some nurse came in finally and handed me a paper gown - like I'm talking blue tissue paper or something - and made me go up to somewhere else, so next thing I'm walking the halls, cock flopping and arse exposed so some junior doctor can sign some other form. I got there, and this guy, he couldn't have been more than 20, pokes this stethoscope all over, making me real uncomfortable. I tell him not to get fresh but he just raised an eyebrow, and told me he would get the shots. Next thing I'm getting two needles in my shoulder - right in the fucking muscle too, the cunt, cause I was uppity to him - so my arm is half limp and useless. He walks out, tossing the signed slip back towards me, and that's it.

No fucking idea where I am or what to do, my clothes on some other fucking floor. So again I'm clutching the form and my swinging dick with my one good arm, and hussle out, until I find a nurse and ask her where my clothes are. She grabs the form off me, making me jerk my cock sharply, kind of careless to the pain. Actually, you could say that about everyone so far, like I'm just a hunk of meat to them. She tells me I'm already late to get the form in, and to get to the biology building now. Dude, I tell her I'm like wearing a fucking napkin, everyone can see my body thru it, not to mention the open back, but she just shrugs and tells me I'll have a lab coat there. I'm pretty angry now, like they just don't see me, but she shoves me down the hall to where two other guys are milling around also wearing the same gown, and tells me to go with them.

So it turns out these other two guys are in the same position. The first guy, James introduces himself with a strong handshake, and seems in control of the situation. He says he's on football and biology scholarships from New England, and they told him to do the intensive too, so he could get down to playing ball in semester. He was pretty unfazed by standing in a hall with his gear off, but I guess for him it was just like standing round a locker room. I hated the tall blonde jock at first, felt like anything he could do I could do better, how fucking stupid was I. The other guy Dean was shorter and swarthy, dark hair and olive skin and piercing watery blue eyes. Well watery now, he hadn't had that cocky grin on his chiselled jaw pretty much since we arrived at the labs.

So we walk into the place we were told to go, and the class was full of nerds except me and the two other solid guys. I chatted a bit and these guys - bruisers both of them - told me they were on scholarship too. We really looked like we were in the wrong place - hospital gowns tugging at our wide shoulders, just standing their staring at these dweeby guys. That just got worse when the prof arrived. He told us for our biology intensive, we'd be looking at the effect of materials on the human body - and picked me and the other two as guinea pigs. He walked over with a syringe and gave each of us a shot in the arm, before we could barely protest. As we stood there, waiting for whatever the fuck he'd injected, he made us strip naked at the front of the class- in front of everyone - as he explained that the human physiognomy reacted to different invaders differently, and that they would be testing three types - plastic, metal and organic compounds. He told us this was a 24 hour experiment - that each would be have his body irritated by one compound, on sensitive areas so the class could gauge the 'normal' reaction. We were all pretty scared, but sitting bare arse naked in front of the class, my balls on the line, what could I do? We later found out the shots were ketamine and a hydroxy acid skin irritant, so we were pretty helpless in the process.

He sat us in front of the blackboard, and were feeling pretty whacked, like we couldn't move, and just sat there and stared out at the class, our naked bodies on display. The first guy, James, he lead to the front of the class, making him sit spread-legged on the lab desk, so his brawny arms were behind him and his floppy tackle thrust out in everyone's faces. We already knew we were in trouble from the moment he pushed apart James' thick thighs, but we were all powerless to do anything but helplessly watch.

James was designated 'plastic', so the prof began a Q&A on the sensitive parts of the body. Every time someone answered, he would root around in his box marked 'plastic' and fish out something to try. "Nipples" one snotty kid called, and he rummaged around, as James shifted from one thigh to the other awkwardly trying vainly to will himself to get down. The professor's hand emerged branishing these plastic suction caps. A couple of squeezes later and they were suckling hard on his wide brown titcaps. He moaned softly, but did nothing to fight it off, and soon the whole class was joining in. His long dork was skewered on a perspex rod and ballsac wrapped with a hard rubber ring, before they pulled his foreskin back over the blunt dick head and clipped it savagely with a clothespin. "Okay guys think more laterally" the prof barked, as the now gulping James hunched on the bench, still reeling from his transformation from student to subject in just 10 minutes of class. In rapid succession, his nostrils were filled with a plastic swimming noseplug, forcing him to gulp air through his mouth, and then mouthguards shoved between his teeth, forcing his tongue down and making his jaw stretch wide.

He could only make sucking sounds now as drool began dripping from the corner of his mouth, which was probably a good thing or he would have really complained when they began pinning clothespins to his sensitive armpits, or shut off his vision with dark goggles. One nerd suggested 'between his fingers' and the professor enthusiastically agreed, so that shortly after, the blonde stud had plastic golf tees between each finger and toe, jammed up against the flesh, held in place by tight mittens and rubber socks, so he couldn't even defend himself. It was then that they really did some kinky shit, wrapping his balls in saran wrap until they were shiny and hot,, and pulling the plastic along the perenium and around his waist, so his whole ballbag was held back between his thighs like a drag queen, to be painfully battered each time he took a step. For his sensitive lips, the prof brandished lip gloss, pointing out petroleum was the base for both makeup and plastics, and smeared the jock's pouty mouth with a thick layer of red lipstick, on which his drool just beaded. He drew a bright red ring of lipstick around his skewered dork too,making it look even more obscene. And of course, what was more sensitive than his straight, virgin bunghole, which the professor eagerly raped by working in a massive pink dildo,as the guilding on his treatment. The other guy, Dean and I just sat there staring in shock, while they paraded James' tortured body around the room, as experiment 1. He walked really stiffly, and kept bashing his tackle with his mitts, although we'd later discover for ourselves this was as much for the agonising itch of the plastic against his sensitised skin as pain of having his most private corners plugged and stuffed.

I was next, with metal. They wasted no time on getting the same parts covered - a heavy steel cock cuff mashed my balls low in the sac, while steel wire bit into the nutflesh and down the shaft of my cock. A thick metal sound was rammed up my pisshole, burning incredibly, and a bulldog clip snapped over my foreskin, pinching the skin so hard I thought it would circumcise me. They clipped it close to the underside of the glans too, pulling my cock into a curve and exposing my rammed pisshole like a hotdog bun. My eyes, nose and mouth were 'sensitised' with a piercing gun on 4 gauge, which shot 1/4" bolts of metal through my flesh with ease. They didn't just pierce me, they fucking studded me, with my lips and tongue peppered with the large slugs of metal wielded by inexperienced and wild freshmen. I tried to fight them off as they fucked my body, but the K hole kept me defenseless. My earlobes were weighed down with fishing sounds, and a barbed fishing hook dragged through my pisslips, stretching the opening even wider than the sound, an impossibly large gash which the clipped foreskin couldn't completely cover. Every sensitive inch of my body was pinched, pierced or pincered in their heartless experimenting, and they finally capped off a line of bulldog clips scraping my perenium with a long cold metal dildo which they jammed up my arse, making me uncomfortably full. as I'd later discover, it had an awful habit of conducting static electricity, sending jolts of electricity deep into my arse. It wasn't biology, it was fucking BDSM! They made me walk around too, and I hobbled in agony, the hydroxy acid beginning to make each element chafe and smart with pain.

But if we thought we had it bad, then Dean was in for a real shock. Organic compounds soon turned out to be far wilder than our stuffed and pierced treatments. It started out pretty mildly, someone yelled out 'Amino Acid' and the prof said something about Asparagus, forcing a litre of the funky juice down his throat. Someone else yelled out "Hormones", and the doctor babbled some science talk, all I caught was "steroid" and "tyrosine", and something about metabolism. He injected him with a big vial of liquid, although Dean was moaning and shaking his head, and pretty soon he was sweating, his heart thumping, all his muscles taut beneath the skin. It just got worse for Dean. They said Lipids and they took this huge tube of fat - no joke fucking liquid fat - and injected it in his lips until they were swollen and (the prof joked) "nigger" lips. They injected it into his chest until the tight rippled fur was puffed like dinner plates. And then they got to the 'alkaloids'. More like fucking amphetamines and coke! They drugged him high as a kite. Someone else held up a packet of toothpicks, asking if they were organic. "Timber most certainly is" the professor said, and a half dozen guys began playing with them, seeing what they could do. At first, they began seeing how many toothpicks could fit in his pisshole - not just how many next to each other, but how deep too. After six or seven bunched together they began pressing them in with more, driving the sticks deep and making Dean buck, eyes watering. Then they made a series of spokes to stretch out his foreskin until it was a wide fleshy chute. One guy managed to use a sharpened splinter to jab his tit, skewering his nipple like a piercing, only messier. From then on, they all got the idea, and at the professors urging, used lemon juice as an antiseptic, pouring it over the raw punctures. It was sick. Finally, when they exhausted their ideas, the professor told them to take us down to the observation lab until tomorrow - they left us like that, overnight! We soon found out that the overnight experiments were the worst, but I don't think I got time to tell you about this before our hour's writing is up.

I'm scared of being here with Dean now, too. He was a strong jock like me when we met, but whatever the fuck he injected in him lasted a lot longer than 24 hours too, and fucked him up badly, he constantly craves meat, and since they feed it to him, he's bulked up fast. It's worse for me and James, since they won't give us anything, and we're still in constant pain from the restraints. Well worse for James, since Dean has a constant raging hard on and wild eyes, and James can't fight him off. Last night he yanked out the plastic dildo plugging James' arse, brutally raping him for hours, before pulling out frustrated, stilll hard but unable to cum. Anyway they've just called time so I gotta go. Oh shit, it's the professor come to collect it, I can't give this to him! I've got to figure out a way of getting this to you. I hope that ...

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