Life with the Kappas Begins

Andy gulped. The Goth ended up behind him, removing his ankle restraints but left his handcuffs fastened. She shoved him forward, cajoling him and his three lucky captives out of the room and into his new life.

Life in the Kappa House wasn't so bad when all things were considered. When Andy had agreed, he had envisioned a non-stop sexual romp as he saw on the popular "Johnson Family House Show". He expected the girls to constantly mew over his cock and balls, working their bountiful asses and wet pussies to drain him at all hours of the day. The reality was closer to that of a live-in maid. Andy's days were spent cleaning the entire three-story building, cooking meals, doing laundry and basically attending to their every whim. If one of the girls was unhappy with his quickness, attitudes or any other slight, real or imaged, they met out punishment via a variety of paddles, floggers or open handed slaps. The boys often went to bed nursing stinging behinds and thighs.

The obstinant boy who had his outburst the first day beginning, whose name was revealed to be Keith, resisted this treatment and spent the first couple nights complaining to anyone who would listen. He was slow to obey and would defy the girls at every chance he got. When the regular spankings only increased, he attempted to leave in the dead of night. He tripped a security alarm Andy hadn't known was there and he was quickly apprehended. When the Amazon had heard of this outburst, she ordered he spend the next couple nights in the Vice-Presidents room. The demure asian and Keith were not seen for full three days, all of their meals were left outside of her door. Every now and again, a sharp wail of pain or the fleshy sounds of something heavy hitting flesh escaped the locked door and filled the boys with dread. After three nights, Keith stumbled back down to the guys quarters on shaky legs and hazy eyes. Andy and the remaining guy tried to pry what happened out of him but he just turned beet red and refused to even look in their direction. None of the boys complained or attempted to escape after that.

It's not that they had much reason to. As long as the boys performed their tasks, the girls were friendly and easy-going. They did sexually harass the boys at every chance they get, commenting on their assets and groping any bit within arms reach. Attempts by the boys to take the capitalize on his sexual attention was met by severe punishment so, after a few rounds of sore bottoms, the boys stopped initiating and took on a more passive role. The constant leaking erections and flushed cheeks betrayed the fact that the boys didn't hate their lack of autonomy.

When they were extra obedient, they would be rewarded. Several times a week, after all the meals were eaten and the house was cleaned, the Amazon would ring a large bell inlaid into the wall of the living room. No matter what they were doing, at the tone, the boys would congregate to the living room and sit on their knees in supplication. The girls would argue amongst themselves before choosing one of the boys and bringing them back to the rooms for some playtime. Guys who had not warranted this treatment were sent back downstairs to masturbate alone.

Being chosen by the Redhead were always a humiliating experience. She would always be wearing some partially destroyed lingerie which failed to control her watermelon-sized milk tanks. She would talk to the boys like they were nothing. Forcing them to strip and worship their average cocks for hours. She was by far the best fellatrix in the household, using her agile tongue, hollowing out her cheeks and easily driving each cock to the back of her throat with ease. She would often drive herself to several climaxes as she played with her clit and witnessing what her efforts would accomplish. The worshipful ministrations would be heavily contrasted with the humiliating bile she spewed at every moment. "This shrimp cock will have to do since my boyfriend isn't here." "This tiny little penis is nothing compared to the monster Tyrone has." "What!? Done after only two times? You and your useless prick get out of my face.". Each climax was coaxed out into her mouth. Sometimes she would gargle the thin semen before swallowing others she would pull the guy in for a messy snowball. Despite her oral talents, she was always the least popular due to her fetish for humiliating.

Hanging with the Goth and Blonde was always interesting if not a rewarding experience. It became obvious after a couple of days of living with the two girls that they were dating. One was never far from the other. The Blonde, as the guys knew her, was obviously interesting in spending time with the guys, flirting and harassing them the most. Her girlfriend however only seemed to be interested in belittling them and operating as their main bully. She gave out some of the harshest rebukes for all slights, real and imagined. Sexual nights with them was a confusing mix of passion and disdain. The Blonde would often moan as the slightest touch pulling each guy into her and climaxing several times. The Goth would masturbate to the rutting couple, frustration etched on her face but creaming several times to the view of her partner enjoying herself.

If a guy was extra lucky, he would gain a coveted night with the Amazon. Unlike the others who would always hold some obvious disdain, the Amazon love very second she would get with their cocks. She would spend hours exploring every crevice of the guys, tweaking their nipples and wrapping her tongue to every erroneous point. Those who came early (and almost all would) would be coaxed back into life by suckling at her. Even a couple drops of her ambrosia would drive the guys into the highest depths of sexual nirvana where nothing matters past fucking her slutty cunt. Her favorite thing to do once the boys were reduced to little more than beasts was to hold them down with her superior strength and bounce her enormous ass in their laps until they both get off. She worked her perfect ass and powerful legs like a machine, bouncing up and down his cock for hours at a time, provoking as many messy climaxes as his body could handle. After exhausting him, she would send him to the downstairs bedroom where it would take several days to recover. Her tireless body sore but every nerve satisfied.

Regardless of who they spent the night with, the boys on a king-sized mattress dumped into the basement amidst some storage boxes. The mattress was lumpy and lacked a headboard or box spring to make it comfortable. It was horribly stained with the smell, crusty white splotches of a dubious origin. The boys were initially annoyed at the less than stellar sleeping arrangements while upstairs was filled with much better beds with much better bed companions. After a couple of nights of ball busting climaxes, they acclimated, falling asleep in a pile without blankets and waking up smelling faintly of semen.

In the first couple of weeks, Andy became acutely aware of the transformation of his fellow captors. Bryon was obviously on his way to become a bull. Every day he woke up a little taller, his shoulders expanded and his jawline sharper. With even the little bit of exercise from cleaning, his chubby frame melted away and his body seemed to grow muscle from nothing. He became very vain about his new body, spending hours flexing in the mirror. The most drastic change was his cock which doubled in size until it was a girthy 10 inches and as thick as a coke can. He took full advantage of this change, eschewing all clothes except for boxers or sweatpants that bulged from his size. The girls were taking note, groping and jerking the jock every time he passed by. The Amazon took a special interest in him, choosing him almost every time the girls needed relief. Her screams of pleasure shook the house for hours those nights.

The other guy, Keith, traveled to the opposite direction. His body seemed to shrink day by day until his slender body was devoid of visible muscles and he was several inches shorter than when he walked in. The minor acne that coveted hid upper body cleared up and his skin glowed with vitality. His features softened and his lips became more full. The small patch of the chest and pubic hair fell out leaving his skin bare and soft to the touch. His rosy pink nipples expanded until they were twice their original size and even the slightest touch would leave him shivering. As a result, he stopped wearing shirts and became a frequent target of harassment for the girls. The curve of his ass and hips expanded until he had one of the best asses in the house. His penis shrank into his body until it was barely three inches but his balls swelled to the size of eggs. After a particularly hard paddling caused him to moan instead of yelp, the Goth had mentioned he "Moaned like a bitch in heat." After a couple of days, the nickname Bitchy prevailed and he answered to it like was his own name.