FistingInferno – Devin Franco and Tony Orlando Fisted For Failing Pledges

Title: Initiation of Pleasure and Pain

Deep in the bowels of the frat house, the musty smell of/std alcohol hung heavy in the air. The initiation ceremony was about to begin. Club Inferno’s pledges, fresh-faced and eager, awaited their final test. Devin Franco and Tony Orlando, the rugged frat leaders, surveilled the room, eyes shining with deviant intent.

“Alright you pussies,” Devin barked, “It’s put up or shut up time. Fail, and you’re out on your asses. Pass, and you’ll be Inferno brothers for life. Ready to play?”

Whispers and looks of nervous anticipation rippled through the group. This was it – the final trial to prove their devotion. They had endured shit-talking and hazing to reach this point. No turning back now.

“Then let’s begin,” Tony growled. “You two, strip and present yourself. Pricks out, hole up.”

As the pledges shed their shirts, divested pants and boxers pooled on the floor. Erect cocks jutted out lewdly. Two bare-tithed frat rats took their place centerstage on hands and knees, asses raised in lewd offering.

“Goddamn, look at those slutty holes,” Devin sneered. “Clumsy and wide, just like their brains. They’ll need training. Lots of training.”

Slick, gloved hands crept up to test the puckered flesh. A chorus of moans belted from lewdly gaping holes as Devin and Tony probed, stretching the yielding rings of muscle. Fingers pumped in and out, twisting and curling.

“Gapezilla’s already showing,” Tony chuckled cruelly. He slapped Devin’s cringing hole. “Stick a ruler in this bitch… it’d fit nice and snug.” Laut laughs rang out. The pledges, too far gone on pleasure to care, just whimpered and pushed back.

Stretching became punishing as digits pushed deeper, harder. Five fingers became six, then more. The pledges wailed in agony, then ecstasy as the brutal fisting began. Rigid cocks wept, stomachs tensed in painful cramps as the ruthless fucking rocked their bodies.

“Don’t stop now, you cock-hungry whores,” Devin growled. “Beg for it.” Breathless pleas filled the air as the pledges strained back on the mercilessly thrusting hands. “Yes, take it all! Every thick glove-dunked inch!”

Through watery eyes, the pledges watched their own dicks pulsing from the extreme pleasure-pain. A symphony of grunts and gasps, wet slaps and twisted flesh, filled the room.

“Fuck!” Tony barked, his wrist turning inside Devin’s stretched cunt. “Look at this sloppy cunt gape, O-ring actually prolapse. Dumb slut can’t even hold her rectum in, even theоді identifiable basic functions too much for her.” Laughter echoed. “Maybe cult school would be a better fit.”

“Enough!” Devin barked, removing his arm to slap across the round of jiggling ass. “That’s it, initiation’s complete. You’re no longer pathetic pledge scum… you’re our bitch boys!” Hands clapped in demonic glee.

With that, the basement fell silent, save for the rasping breaths of the freshly fisted fuckpuppets gaping and leaking. Dazed, the two new fisters looked up, sly grins stretching their faces.

It was done. They had endured. They were Inferno brothers now, poised to take their place in the secret world of the Inferno brothers… and fucked and used, gagged and prolapsed, at every chance.

“Welcome to Inferno, fisters,” Devin purred. “Now get the fuck out of my face. Dismissed.”
As the pledges stumbled out, Devin and Tony exchanged a lurid, knowing look.

Another round of initiation, another batch of successfully defiled frat boys. The work of the Inferno went on, and their selection of foolhardy young sluts continued to prove their worth.
The brothers turned, moved to dispose of the used gloves and tend to each other’s raging hardons… an aftercare of sorts, before the next Inferno initiation was called.

For the Inferno rituals never ended, and their collection of depraved kink and fresh young caricatures-in-waiting grew ever larger. Just one more round in the club’s infinite cycle of pleasure, pain, and damnation.