"Turn Up The Heat - My College Days - Freshman Year, Part Two."
Returning to the business at hand, my trainer said, "That does it. This BOD setup is done!"
Suddenly, his facial expression shifted from delight to a grimacing look. He exclaimed, "Oh shit, I got so caught up in the excitement of this new BPD that I forgot to call Troy. I'm sure he's waiting on my call to bring the new pledges down for the BOD warm-up. Troy and I always get such a kick out of watching the new pledges fumble through this annual tradition."
He looked me straight in the eye, chuckled, and said in a jovial but devilish tone, "Get ready. Your BOD duties are about to begin right after I make a phone call."
He chuckled and disappeared from my field of view. I was perplexed. What was this BOD warm-up thing, and who is Troy and the pledges? I heard him make a phone call.
He said, "Troy, it's time. Bring the pledges down. The BOD is ready."
After he hung up the phone, he flipped a switch on the wall. There was a loud clang, and the curtain began closing around me. This was my first taste of the isolation I would endure all night long. My already restricted view across the room was now further reduced to seeing only the inside of the curtain. I must say, in some small way, it actually felt comforting. My naked, spreadeagle body was no longer exposed to the expanse of the entire BOD Presentation Room.
A few minutes later, I heard the door open and what sounded like several people entering the room. I heard a gruff, authoritative voice say, "Alright guys, take a seat along the wall there."
Taylor, my trainer, said, "Troy, how's it going, and a voice replied, "All good, but these guys are driving me nuts."
They must have been standing just outside the curtain, as I could clearly hear their conversation. The guy named Troy asked my trainer how the BOD setup went with the new BPD. He also asked my trainer's thoughts about the BOD selected this year.
"I remember last year's BOD, he lamented. The one with the crappy attitude. What a disaster that was. I remember bringing the pledges down for the warm-up last year and you warning me not to expect too much. So, did we get lucky and find a good one this year?"
My trainer enthusiastically described to Troy how fantastic the new BPD was. He said, "Troy, you won't believe the spread I got on this BOD! This new BPD beats those rickety hand-built manual contraptions we've been using by a mile! It's a real work of art and makes the setup so easy!"
"And yeah, we really lucked out with this year's BOD selection! This one's a little hottie with a dynamite attitude! It's got a beautiful firm little body and a tight little cunt! And get this! Its cunt is so juicy that the entire time I was mounting and training it, there was a steady stream of cunt juice dripping out of it onto the floor! It's got a well-defined hard clit, and for my taste, the perfect amount of soft cunt lips. Plus, it was eager to learn and took right to the training I gave it. It's got these emerald green eyes that sparkle when you touch its cunt! You can tell this one's a real cock pleaser.
Oh, and something else that is really crazy about this little BOD. It's got this amazing aroma that will put your dick on full tilt! It's like nothing I have ever smelt before. You'll understand what I am talking about when you get close enough for a good whiff. It might be some kind of cologne, but I don't think that's what it is. The more I smell it, the more I believe it's the BOD's personal aroma, which is crazy! The smell draws you right in. This BOD is a real dick teaser and, hands down, the best one I've handled over the years. The guys are all going to freak out tonight!"
Troy said, "Wow! Sounds like we struck gold this year. A brand-new automated BPD and the perfect BOD to showcase it! I didn't want to get my hopes up about how things would go tonight, but after hearing you, I can't wait to check out this little BOD and get all up in that tight juicy cunt!" They both chuckled.
In the background, I heard more voices but couldn't make out what was being said.
Then, in a booming voice, I heard Troy say, "Alright guys, this is Taylor. Each of you probably met him during your pledge interviews at the beginning of the year. Taylor is the Fraternity's BOD tech and trainer. You most likely don't know what that means; however, I will turn you over to him in a minute. He will explain what he does as one of the Fraternity's chief officers. He will also explain and oversee the last task you five will be performing tonight in preparation for the main event of this year's first annual Fraternity party, which will take place in this room in just over an hour from now."
Upon hearing that they had yet another task to perform, I heard disgruntled groans from this apparent group of guys. I heard a strange voice say, "Haven't we done enough already for a party we don't even get to attend? This pledge duty shit sucks. When's it our turn to have some fun?"
Another voice said, "Yeah, he's right. I pledged this frat house because I was told this Fraternity always has the hottest babes hanging around, but I haven't seen any fun bitches around this house since I've been here on campus. All we've been doing for the last two and a half months is kissing ass, cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry for all of you guys. Where are the hot girls and the wild parties we were told this house is known for? From what I saw out front, tonight's party is just a bunch of dudes. No bitches at all. What gives?"
As I hung there on the BPD, in silence and out of sight, I started piecing together an image of who these guys were. Hearing them express their dissatisfaction with how they had been treated thus far in the Frat House gave me insight into how young Freshman guys were indoctrinated into this Fraternity. Yet, I was still in the dark about why they had been brought into the BOD Presentation Room and what this BOD warm-up thing was. Based on what I heard, I gathered that Troy was in charge of these young pledges.
At this time, I think it is a good idea for me to give you some basic background information on the process young Freshman males went through as a rite of passage if they chose to become members of this Fraternity. This will provide insight into where these young pledges were in this arduous process when they were brought into the BOD Presentation Room and told there was one more task they needed to perform in preparation for the party that night. What I am about to describe is knowledge I only acquired after that life-changing first night as the party entertainment for this Fraternity. Being an eighteen-year-old girl and new to the college scene myself on that faithful first night as a BOD, I had absolutely no knowledge about how this male Fraternity operated or how they went about inducting new members.
What I consequently learned about the pledge process after faithfully performing as a BOD for the first time was quite enlightening. Apparently, with this Fraternity's reputation being what it was, they typically had about twenty to twenty-five incoming Freshman guys wanting to join their ranks each school year. However, the Fraternity could only handle five new recruits every year. So, they held pledge interviews, scrutinized every candidate, and put these young guys through some pretty torturous hazing rituals. Once the five pledges were selected and moved into the Frat House, they were still subjected to demeaning duties and isolated from the majority of the Frat House. The five pledges were housed in a cramped bedroom in the basement of the Frat House. They were not permitted to associate with any other frat brothers unless necessary while performing duties such as making meals, cleaning the frat house, or doing laundry. Nor were they allowed to participate in any of the Fraternity's festivities until after they had returned from their Freshman-year Christmas break.
So, by November 23rd, when the first of the two big annual Fraternity parties rolled around, they were pretty much at their wit's end and fed up with how they were being treated. For guys in their late teens who mostly came from upper-class home environments, they were not accustomed to the grunt duties they were forced to perform. I was told that at least one would typically drop out of the Fraternity during this arduous period. So, with that knowledge in hand, you can now understand why I was hearing a barrage of complaints from the pledges as I hung there on the BPD, hidden from sight. These young pledges had no idea why they were brought to this large room in the back of the Frat House designated as the BOD Presentation Room. And, like me, they were totally in the dark about the task they would soon be directed to perform. They didn't even know what a BOD was. At least I knew that, or you could say I was quickly learning what it meant to be a BOD.
Upon hearing the pledge's complaints, Troy chuckled and said, "I know you guys have been doing a lot of grunt work around here. Because of that, the Fraternity has this annual tradition where new pledges are allowed to participate in a ritual considered as a reward for hanging tough and showing your loyalty to this Fraternity. This last task you will be doing in preparation for the party tonight is as far from grunt work as you can get. In fact, I am sure you will be thrilled with this task you'll be performing. And, to take it one step further, this last task will be done as a contest between the five of you. You will be competing against each other for the opportunity to attend the party's main event here in this room tonight. As you know, the rest of the frat brothers and the invited guests are already partying up front, but shortly, everyone will make their way here into the BOD Presentation Room for the main party event. I know you all have no idea what this room is used for and why it is called the BOD Presentation Room, but you are about to find out. Gentlemen, good luck, and here's Taylor to explain what this room is used for and the contest you will be competing in. Taylor, they are all yours."
Taylor started off by welcoming the pledges to the BOD Presentation Room. He said, "I am sure you all are wondering what takes place in here, and I assume you're curious about what is inside this big round curtain behind me. And speaking of that, I want you to know that your five pledges are about to receive the privilege of viewing this year's party entertainment before anyone else except for myself."
Troy jumped in and said, "Consider this an honor!"
Taylor continued, "Troy and I hope you realize the value in this time-honored tradition the Fraternity reserves just for your pledges. Now, when the curtain opens, you may be shocked at what you see, and I know you will have questions. However, please hold your questions until after I tell you about what you are viewing. You got that?"
"Yes," was the reply. And one of the pledges anxiously said, "Let us see what's behind the curtain."
Taylor said, "Are you ready?"
I heard a resounding yes! A few anxiously shouted, let's see this!
"Alright, here it is guys! Troy, will you please hit the switch?"
"Gotcha," replied Troy.
A second later, the curtain rattled and began to open. I was so nervous! These five young guys who were no older than me were about to get a real eye full! The moment the curtain was open enough for them to see me, all I heard was, oh my god, holy shit, what the hell! I could tell they were completely caught off guard. They were making groaning noises and crazy comments about what they were viewing. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest! This was insane! I knew this moment was coming. Still, I wasn't prepared for it. I don't believe there was any way I could have ever been prepared for being showcased in this manner as a live sex toy! I will say though, with the way my brain is wired, it was the most sexually exhilarating moment I had thus far experienced in my life! Seeing the look on the faces of these five young guys as they observed every inch of my naked spreadeagle body was a real head rush!
Taylor and Troy laughed. After giving these guys a few minutes to digest what they were viewing, Taylor finally said, "Alright guys, let me fill you in on what you are looking at."
One of the pledges shouted, "You don't need to tell me what I'm seeing! That's fucking hot as hell!"
Taylor chuckled and said, "In all seriousness, there are a few details we need to get out of the way before starting the contest in which you five will participate. As new frat brothers, there are protocols you need to learn regarding what you are viewing. First, I will speak a few words one time only, that you are never permitted to use in conversation when referring to the object you see before you, not in or outside of this frat house. Here are the words. This is not a woman, girl, or female, and you will never refer to it in that manner. Nor should you use the terms she, her, bitch, or babe, in reference to it. When speaking about what you see here, use only the word "it," or the official term, "BOD." The term BOD is an acronym for Body On Demand. And if you are concerned about its welfare, know that this BOD is here serving the needs of this Fraternity as a sexual pleasuring device of its own volition. It eagerly and willingly agreed to the terms and conditions set forth by the Fraternity leadership. It has voluntarily submitted its body for use in sexual servitude to all the frat brothers and their guests. It is not being held against its will, nor is anything illegal happening here."
"As you can see, this BOD is fully restrained and will remain so for the duration of the party tonight. If you still have reservations about what you see here, you can speak with this BOD after It finishes its obligation tonight. I am sure it will put your mind at ease about performing for the Fraternity. Remember that this BOD will be back next year in March to serve as the Fraternity's primary entertainment once again at our big spring party. I hope that satisfies any concerns you may have, gentlemen. So, are we clear on how to speak about this hot little BOD in conversation?"
All five pledges gave a resounding yes, and one of them said, "Damn, that's fucking hot!"
Another asked, "What is this contest we are doing? Do we get to mess around with the BOD?"
And yet another said, "God, I hope so!"
I too, was extremely curious about what the contest was.
After hearing Taylor express out loud in such a matter-of-fact manner what I was, it became abundantly clear how, from the very start of their Fraternity association, these young guys were psychologically programmed to view girls like me who participated as BODs as nothing more than live sex objects. I am not implying that I objected to this line of thought. I am simply clarifying that I did recognize this. During my high school days, my male contemporaries had often objectified me, so I was very familiar with this form of treatment. However, being reduced to a biological object meant to be used for one purpose only with blatant disregard for the human aspect was a surprising first for me. What I was experiencing now in college was taking objectification to a whole new level. And quite honestly, oddly enough, being treated and objectified like this was exceptionally thrilling and a huge turn-on!
Right about then, Troy stepped in close to Taylor right in front of me, and I heard him say, "You weren't lying. That's one hell of a spread! This new BPD is awesome! And you weren't exaggerating about the BOD, either! This one's a little hottie! That cunt looks so tiny. I bet it's tight as hell. Did you trim its muff off? We never had a BOD before with such a clean cunt."
Taylor shook his head and replied, "No, I didn't trim it. It came in here like that. It was just as much a surprise to me to see its cunt so clean and bare. It's a nice look, isn't it?
Troy nodded and said, "I've been hearing that it's becoming a trend now among these young ones to shave their cunts, but this is the first one I've seen. It does look hot!"
Taylor said, "Yeah, and it feels great too! It's so nice and smooth. Plus, I like how the clit and lips are so clearly visible with no hair in the way."
Hearing Taylor and Troy chatting about how they really liked the look of my freshly shaved pussy made me very happy. That was the first time I had ever shaved my pussy. There had been a lot of talk among the girls I hung around with about doing this, and I figured this was as good a time as ever to try it out. I always enjoyed being trendy when it came to my appearance. Some trends were just too far out there, but this one seemed to be really catching on in the early nineties.
Taylor and Troy's brief conversation ended. Taylor returned to the situation with the pledges, saying, "Time is not on our side, guys. Let's get to it. I have just a bit more information I want to share with you before we get started with the contest. I have a couple of questions for you five. How many of you have any sexual experience, or more precisely, how many of you have any experience with providing oral stimulation? In other words, have any of you ever eaten a cunt?"
Two of the five pledges raised their hands and said they had done so. When asked, the remaining three admitted that they had no experience at all eating pussy. And when push came to shove, it came out that those three were virgins. They had never done anything except for kissing and some heavy petting. And as for the two who said they had eaten pussy when Taylor quizzed them on their knowledge of the female sex organs and how best to arouse a female with oral stimulation, they to failed to produce any good answers.
Taylor looked at Troy and said, "I think we have our work cut out for us with these five." They both chuckled.
It was no surprise to me to hear that these young guys were sexually inexperienced. A lot of the guys I fooled around with in high school had no idea what they were doing either.
Then Taylor said, "All kidding aside, we are going to teach each of you the proper way to eat a cunt. Who here wants to eat this BOD's cunt?"
When Taylor asked that, I thought to myself oh god, he's going to have these five young, inexperienced guys eat me, and there's nothing I can do about it. The five of them were tripping over their tongues, signaling to Taylor that they were ready and willing to do this.
"Alright, here's how this contest works," said Taylor. "Each of you is going to get ten minutes, which includes time for me to tutor you in the skill of eating pussy. The end goal of this contest is to get this BOD warmed up and ready for the party. Thus, the reason it is called the BOD warm-up contest. The winner will be the one of you who makes this BOD explode into an orgasmic frenzy. And the prize for winning the contest is being allowed to attend the party tonight with your fellow frat brothers, where you will get to fuck this BOD's tight little juicy cunt and crack a nut deep inside of it. How's that sound, gentlemen?"
They were so excited it was like telling five little boys they would be allowed to raid a candy store without consequences!
Taylor said, "What's your names? Let's start here on the left."
"I'm James, said the first one."
Continuing to the right were Luke, Max, Keith, and Mat. Taylor asked Troy to get a deck of cards out of the cabinet and bring a stool over from the counter. Troy retrieved both items. He placed the stool right in front of me and handed Taylor the cards.