By the time I was partway through my freshman year at State, I felt like everyone had fallen neatly into place.  I was doing well in school and even better in my frat.  I was kinda-sorta dating the girl of my dreams (and had a collar to prove it!).  I was on top of the world.  It didn’t seem like anything could disrupt my life… but I should have known that there was a dark side to success!

The other shoe dropped at the beginning of November.

It was late autumn, and the first frost had come overnight to paint the campus grass silver.  April and I walked through it, leaving two sets of footprints.  I was carrying her books; she was telling me about some of the sorority’s upcoming events.

“–and the Sadie Hawkins Ball is this weekend, and I was hoping you’d be my date,” she concluded after a long list of fundraisers, volunteer projects, theater productions, and other scholastics.

“A Sadie Hawkins dance?” I repeated.  Our high school had had one.  No one had asked me, so I hadn’t gone.  “Is that the thing when girls ask the guys?”  That seemed to already be the way things worked at State.  Having a dance dedicated to the practice just seemed pointless to me.

“A Sadie Hawkins ball.  It’s semi-formal.  It’s one of the Zeta Kappa Theta’s big fundraisers,” she said.  “They have a red carpet with a photographer, and they put together a little calendar thing for the alums, who donate money… but you don’t have to worry about that stuff, I just want you to come as my date!”

“Semi-formal?  But I don’t have anything to wear to something like that.”

“Oh, that’s the best part!  The girls dress up our dates.  We ask you, we dress you… we do everything.  All you have to do is show up!” she exclaimed brightly.

“Well… that doesn’t sound too hard,” I decided.  “Just don’t make me wear anything pink.  It looks bad on me.”  Pink clashed with my hair; no self-respecting redhead wears pink.

“Got it.  No pink,” agreed April.

For the rest of the day I had a little bit of a spring in my step, imagining going to a ball with April.  I was excited to tell my fellow frat brothers about it and find out if any of them would be attending!

But that evening, in the frat house, Eric accosted me the second I walked in the door, before I could even greet any of the other pledges in the common room.  I was meeting a few of the other guys for a study session and wasn’t expecting any tasks, but when you’re a Delta Theta Kappa, you learn not to be surprised anymore.

Eric snagged my arm and dragged me into the kitchen before I could even take off my jacket!

“Listen up, frosh.  The annual Zeta Sadie Hawkins Ball is this weekend.”

“I know!  April–” I began excitedly.

“Virginia wants you to come,” he interrupted.

“Shouldn’t Virginia ask me herself, then?  Isn’t that the point of a Sadie Hawkins dance?” I asked.

“It’s a ball, not a dance.  And the rules are different.  It’s not about who asks who.  It’s about the girls getting to play dress-up.  Here’s your outfit.”  He shoved a box at me.

I fumbled to catch it; it was a wide, flat, plain white package.  It was way too small to contain a suit so I was pretty confused; something was thumping around inside of the box, too, and that left me baffled.  Maybe that was why I didn’t try to give it back or explain to Eric I already had a date. 

“But– but what about you?” I stammered, thinking for a moment that Virginia and Eric were on the rocks, or that this was some kind of punishment.

“I’m also going,” said Eric with a roll of his eyes.  “Virginia wants pictures on the red carpet with two boy toys.  And she requested you specifically.”

I hesitated, unsure how to explain I had already been asked, and agreed to go with April.  April and Virginia were both Zeta sisters.  I didn’t want to disappoint either.  Virginia was an upperclassman, but April was my girlfriend.  It was an impossible situation.

Eric was already sweeping out of the kitchen, leaving me holding the package.

All of my excitement leaked out of me as I trudged back to the dorm, trying to figure out what to do.  I had practically agreed to go to the dance with both women.  I couldn’t go back now, could I?  But there was only one of me!  It was a real problem.

My problem got even weirder when I got back to my dorm and opened up the box Eric had given me.  Inside there was no suit, though there was a detailed note instructing me on what sort of outfit I should wear.  (Gold, no patterns, hemline above the knee.  I didn’t know what a “hemline above the knee” meant, exactly.)  The only “wearables” in the box were a pair of lacey pink underwear and a matching spaghetti-strap bra, a large pink headband with a bow, and a silver steel cockcage with a lock.  No key was provided.

“Aw, crap,” I muttered as I held up the thin little bra straps.

Well, at least Virginia had implied I didn’t have to wear only this.  Her note made it clear I was supposed to wear something else over this.  So no one would have to see the pink underwear.  (I hate pink!)

Virginia would definitely check to make sure I was wearing it, but no one else needed to see.

In fact…

An idea began to form in my mind.  Virginia was busy and she was taking Eric, too.  Perhaps I could make myself available to both Zetas?  Virginia didn’t seem overly interested in me; she probably only needed me for a few brief periods during the night, like for photos.  I could pretend to be going to the bathroom or getting a drink; April didn’t have to know.  And if I slipped off to be with April, would Virginia really miss me?  The cage and the panties would be on under my clothes; the headband was easily removable.

When April called me in the dorm later to ask me about coordinating our outfits, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Eric and Virginia expected me to play third wheel.  Instead, I told her I was looking forward to the dance.

“I was hoping I could wear something that was bright and cheery.  But no patterns.  Y’know, autumn-y.  Maybe in gold?  With a hemline above the knee?” I said into the phone, trying to sound casual.  I was twirling the cord worriedly but April, of course, didn’t know that.

“That sounds great!” said April.  “I know just the thing.  I’ll come by your dorm an hour before the dance so we can get dressed.  Deal?”

“Deal,” I said.

My worry about trying to be available for two made it hard to be excited for the dance, but all week, it seemed like most of the campus was talking about it.  The Sadie Hawkins Ball was a bigger deal than I realized and, even though I was nervous about my half-baked plan, when the day of the dance arrived I found I was looking forward to it!

I slipped on the bra and panties Virginia had given me before April arrived.  The underwear was just a little too tight; it gripped my package in a vice and my bulge threatened to tear the delicate lace.  The cage was the only option.  Reluctantly, I pushed my shaft into the cold metal container and closed the ring around my balls.  I heard the lock engage with a click.  Until Virginia let me out, I was trapped.

With the cage on, though, the panties fit much better.  The material was breathable and impossibly light.  I wasn’t used to this sort of thing and I kept squirming; the cock cage kept me small and tight even though the material touching my balls and ass was sensually soft. 

April arrived with a large box in her hands.  I was surprised that she wasn’t wearing a dress; instead she was in a preppy little suit, her jacket open to show a white shirt that displayed her midriff.  There was a yellow rose in one of the buttonholes and she had a jaunty little hat with a yellow band.

“Here’s your outfit,” said April brightly, sitting on my bed with a bounce and holding out a box for me.  It was wrapped in a pink ribbon.  I eyed it warily; I’d specifically said no pink!  April wasn’t the type to tease about that kind of thing, though.

“Here goes nothing,” I muttered to myself as I pulled the end of the ribbon.  It slipped off the box.  I pulled away the top to reveal a bright butter-yellow dress.  I held it up; the puffy sleeves were off the shoulder and the dress was covered in ruffles.  Eyeing the length, I thought it looked like it would come above my knees. 

It wasn’t gold so much as marigold, but it would probably pass Virginia’s inspection.  I sure hoped it would, anyway.

“It’s called a bouffant dress!” exclaimed April.  “Do you like it?  I hope you’re okay with the sleeves being off the shoulder.  I know it’s cold out but it’ll be super warm inside.”

“You want me to wear a dress?” I asked, fluffing out the garment.

“…all the guys wear dresses to the Sadie Hawkins Ball.  I told you.  The girls dress them up.  That’s the point!” she said.  “..don’t you like it?” 

“Oh, yeah, I– I love it,” I said quickly.

I dug around in the box, discovering she’d also included a pair of shoes.  They were yellow wedges with bows on top.  I tried to look on the bright side: at least the heels were short.  I was pretty sure I’d be able to walk in them!

“I’m glad it’s not pink,” I said, finally.

“I think yellow will look really good on you!  I can’t wait to see how it fits.  But let me do your makeup first.  I use loose powder and I don’t want to get any on your outfit.”

My outfit.  I’d never worn a dress before in my life and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.  I’d never worn makeup, either.  I sat on the end of the bed nervously as April unzipped a little makeup pouch and began pulling out and lining up tubes and compacts.  The only thing I really recognized was lipstick.

“Okay, close your eyes!” said April, leaning in with a tiny sponge in one hand and a tube of cream-colored liquid in the other.  I closed my eyes and felt the feather-light touch of April’s sponge and the cold sliminess of the toner as she began painting my skin.  She swept expertly around my mouth, over my forehead, under my eyes, and along my cheekbones.  It was not unpleasant; in some ways it was even erotic, letting her transform me.

After the liquids came the powders; she puffed them against my face, little clouds of clean-smelling talc tickling my nose.

“And now your eyes,” she narrated as she put a hand on my head to tilt my face up.  I kept my eyes closed as she pressed an eyeliner pencil against my eyelid, slowly drawing lines there.  She primped my lashes with mascara and swept eyeshadow under my eyebrows (after she’d tweezed them into neat little lines). 

I’d initially felt silly getting make-up done but gradually I found myself enjoying the sensation and feeling curious about the final result.

“Okay, open.”

I opened my eyes. “Can I look?” I asked.

“One last thing,” she said, holding up a tube of lipstick and screwing up a bright red stick.  I pursed my mouth as she dragged it over my lips, my body tingling at the way it felt. 

She puckered her mouth at me, making a little kissy face.  “Go like this.”  She made a popping sound.

I copied her.  Pop, pop, pop.

“Perfect!  Okay, get dressed.  I’ll zip you up.”

I rose, still pressing my lips together and wondering what I looked like.  I slowly pulled off my jeans, revealing the panties.  April cocked her head.

“…what the…?  Corey, why are you wearing lingerie?”

“Um… they make me feel sexy,” I said, turning red.  I hurriedly unzipped the back of the dress and stepped into it, pulling it up to my waist.  It felt very airy and, as I’d guessed, came above my knees.  The material was silky.  There was a big, wide sash that went around the waist and tied in the back.

I tried to reach around the back to pull the zipper up but couldn’t find it.

“April, can you zip me up?” I asked sheepishly.

“Of course!”  She rose and turned me around.  I heard the zip of the dress closing and felt it tighten around me like a hug.  She tied up the bow in the back.  I turned; the dress twirled a little, ghosting over my thighs.

“Well?” I asked.

“Almost,” said April, standing on her toes to push her fingers through my hair.  She pulled out a yellow barrette with a bow on it; it matched the ones on my shoes.  She clipped it in, then stepped back to admire her handiwork.

I stepped back and forth, curious and even excited to see how I looked.  I played with the light blue collar around my neck.  I felt… pretty.

April took her time looking me over before nodding her approval.  “You look lovely,” she informed me.  “But it’s sort of weird to wear a strapless dress with a bra.  You know that, right?”

I blushed again.  The pink bra was still on and the straps went over my shoulders.  There was no hiding them.  “I– I like it like this, though,” I said.  It looked weird, yeah, but at least Virginia would be able to see I was wearing what she wanted!  And although the cock cage was agonizingly tight, at least I wouldn’t get a boner in the dress.  So… things were going well so far for my little plan!

I tucked the pink headband into my sash.

We left the dorm together and I turned bright red as the other guys on the floor whistled at me and cat-called me.  I caught my reflection in the glass door as we stepped out into the night.  I had on a sparkly rose eyeshadow and the dark mascara made my lashes look impossibly long; my cheeks were dusted with blush and I looked absolutely stunning.  I was surprised, actually, at how good I looked.  April had done a great job with the make-up!

The cool evening air hit me and I shivered, pressing up to April for warmth.  She put an arm around me.  The airy skirt and the lacey panties meant the shock of cold air hit me in the nether-regions, too; I felt my cock and balls tighten, shrinking a little.  The cock cage suddenly felt a lot roomier!

“Geez, it’s cold… let’s hurry!” I chattered.  I tried to hurry but in heels it was hard.  They weren’t even tall heels, but I still had to take mincing little steps beside April’s sturdy strides.  The heels clipped on the pavement with girlish little taps.

The Zeta Kappa Theta house was fully lit up for the Ball, its outside festooned with fairy lights, a red carpet laid out to lead up the steps.  I felt pretty exposed in the dress but when we approached, I discovered most of the women were in dark suits and the men they’d brought were in dresses.  In fact, I’d gotten off easily!  I saw Thomas in a slinky blue evening gown with a plunging neckline, his bare chest exposed, and a slit up the leg, revealing his thigh; he was shivering in the cool night air while his date, dressed in a comfortable three-piece suit, chatted with one of her friends.  Marco was in a full ball gown, bright green, and every time his date walked, he had to gather up the huge, puffy tulle fabric and shuffle after her, arms full of petticoats.  Deshaun was teetering up the steps on stiletto heels, his movements restricted by a tight miniskirt.

“I think you’re the prettiest one here,” whispered April, hooking my pinkie finger in hers.

I blushed again.  It was silly but I wanted to be the prettiest for her, and hearing her say it made me feel good.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Eric and Virginia.  Virginia was in a bowtie and gold waistcoat.  Beside her, Eric was in a long, matching gold gown with a train that slithered behind him as he walked.

“Can I go say hi to Eric real quick?” I asked April.

“Absolutely!  I see Bonnie; I’ll meet you back at the steps in a second, okay?” said April, pressing a brief kiss to my cheek. 

I turned away from her and, walking toward Eric, unclipped the yellow bow and pulled out the pink headband.

“Oh, good, you made it.  …and you almost match,” said Virginia, eyeing me as I wobbled up on my heels.  “Good boy.”  She reached out to hook a finger into one of my bra straps and snap it against my collarbone.  “Obviously, no one told you not to wear a sleeveless dress with a strapped bra.  Or did you want everyone to see that cute little pink bra?  Do you like showing off, you dirty little exhibitionist?”

I shivered.  “Of course I want to show off your gifts, mistress,” I said.  That was the right answer; Virginia smiled approvingly.

“Nice job, frosh,” said Eric with a nod.  He was wearing a string of pearls.  No lipstick, though.  I popped my mouth a few times, feeling a little superior for this.

“Well, come on.  Photo time!” said Virginia, holding out her arms.

I took her left arm and Eric took her right.  Both of us were glad for the support, I think!  With Virginia leading the way, a dolled-up boy toy on each arm, she walked grandly up to the entrance of the Zeta sorority house where the red carpet was.

Pete, a photography major, was the only guy there not wearing a dress.  In jeans and a pullover sweater he was easy to overlook, except for the camera he was holding.  The bulb flashed and he called to us to get our attention, whistling as we walked in.

“Looking beautiful, Virginia!  That’s it, boys, work it!  Big smiles!  Now some pouts– that’s it, coy boys, very sexy!” he called as he clicked the camera shutter.  I grinned, posing with Eric and Virginia, hoping April was too busy to notice me.

We ascended the stairs to the house, where music was playing and the entire front room had been cleared for dancing.  It was surprisingly elegant and I wondered how many Deltas had been used to clean it all up.  I knew all about the sophomore maid boys the Zetas employed!

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I announced.

“We just got here, Corey.”

I shrugged.  “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

“Well, if you’re going, grab me some punch, will you?” commanded Virginia.

“Yes, mistress!” I said quickly, grateful for an excuse to duck away.  I hurried back to the front entryway, down the steps, and onto the lawn, spotting April talking to her friend Alashanee.

“Oh!  Here’s my date,” said April, snagging me.  “You remember Corey, right?  …Corey, where’s your bow?”

“My bow?” I repeated, reaching up to pat my hair.  I was still wearing the headband.  “Oh!  Uh– oops.  Sorry.  I– I traded with another guy.  I should go get it back.”

“Why would you trade?  You hate pink.  You always say how bad it looks with your hair,” said April in confusion.

I shrugged, having no answer for her.

“We can find it later.  Come on, let’s go get our pictures taken!” she said, hooking my arm and leading me back to the red carpet.

When we got there, Pete whistled, then lowered the camera, looking confused.  “Hey, weren’t you just here?  I’d never forget a hottie like you!”  He winked at me; he was obviously kidding, and it helped ease some of my anxiety about being caught.

“Heh-heh… no, no, that must’ve been some other guy in a yellow dress,” I said, smiling.

Pete shrugged and held up the camera to snap a few shots of April and I.

We entered the house together; I cast a look around, trying to keep tabs on Virginia.  She and Eric were in a corner, laughing about something.  Virginia frowned suddenly, looking around the crowded room.  Looking for me, probably!

“Do you want some punch?” I asked.

“That sounds nice.  …I was hoping we could dance first,” said April hopefully.

“Definitely.  Next song,” I agreed, kissing her hand and turning.  “But first, punch!  Gotta stay hydrated if you want to dance, right?”

I turned and squeezed through the crowd, my skirt fluttering around my legs.  I put on the headband as I wound my way back to Virginia.

“Back!” I announced.

“…did you fall in or something?  You took forever!” grumbled Eric.

“There was a line,” I said.  This seemed plausible, I couldn’t imagine how guys like Marco in ball gowns were managing. 

“Where’s the punch?” asked Virginia, crossing her arms.

“Oh.  Erm… I… drank it?  Sorry.  I’ll go get some more,” I said quickly, turning.

The song playing was winding down; if I could grab April just before the next one started, we could dance.  Most songs are only two or three minutes.  That would be enough time for me to squirm away.

This time I remembered to replace the headband with the yellow bow!

“Oh, you found your bow!” said April when I appeared back at her side.  “…but weren’t you getting us punch?”

“There was a line,” I said, grabbing her hand.  “Besides, you said you wanted to dance.  That seems more important.”

“I don’t know, this song really isn’t a good one for dancing.”

“What?  No, this one’s perfect!  …please, April?  I– I want to show off how pretty I am,” I said, twirling my skirt a little.

That did it.  She laughed.  “Okay, okay.  Let’s go,” she said.

We stepped out onto the dance floor together and she immediately took the position of leading.  I was okay with this because I didn’t know how to dance.  In fact, it was nice, being held and swaying gently to the music.  I hadn’t had a date to my own prom but this was how I imagined it.  Well… maybe not with the dress and heels and cock cage!

At one point April’s leg moved between mine and the hard cock cage pressed into her leg.  She raised her eyebrows at me.  “…Corey… are you caged up?”

“It helps my panties fit better,” I said.  This was technically the truth.

“I didn’t realize you liked panties so much.  You know, we could go shopping together, if you liked.”

Oh, boy.  I couldn’t imagine going out in public to buy panties for myself.  But spending time with April sounded nice. 

“…yeah.  Sounds great,” I said, glancing over my shoulder.  My heart skipped a beat; Eric and Virginia were on the dance floor, too!  They didn’t seem to have noticed me yet.  Fortunately, a few people were switching partners.  I was pretty sure I could get there.

“Twirl me?” I asked.

April giggled.  “Sure.”  She pulled my arm up to twirl me and I spun, my dress flying out way more than I expected.  The light material lifted and I’m sure I accidentally flashed my pink undergarments at a few people!

But the spin gave me the excuse to twirl away and switch partners; I managed to maneuver over to Eric and Virginia somewhat naturally.

“…I didn’t tell you that you could take that headband off, did I?” snarled Virginia as she slipped an arm around my waist, gripping me tightly as we fell into a waltz together.

“What?  But I didn’t!” I protested.  Suddenly I realized I was in the bow, not the headband.  “Oh, crap!”

“Corey, what’s up with you tonight?  You keep saying you’re going to get punch and then returning empty-handed,” said Eric, eyes narrowing with accusation.  I had the mean thought that his eye makeup wasn’t nearly as good as mine and his glare would have been prettier if his eyeliner was on straight.

“I, umm… the truth is… I’m… distracted.  ‘Cause of the cage,” I said, with a firm nod.

“Oh, is that all?  Well, you should have just told me.  We can take care of that,” purred Virginia.  “Let’s go upstairs to my room.”

My cock stirred but couldn’t rise, not while it was trapped in the cage that had given me an excuse for my repeated absences.  The offer was tempting but I couldn’t leave, not while April was still on the floor!

“No, that’s okay.  I want to enjoy the ball,” I said.  “Um, but thank you!  Thank you very much for the offer, mistress!”  I curtseyed.  It felt like the right thing to do.

Virginia smiled, pleased.  Her smile was dangerous.  “Oh, no, Corey, I insist.  Besides, I want to see how those panties look under that cute little dress of yours.”

I stammered, trying to come up with a new excuse… but before I could, I heard April come up behind me!

“Corey?”

Oh, crap, oh, crap, oh, crap, I thought.  My first thought was not that I would be in trouble, but that April would be!  After all, April was an underclassman like me, practically still a pledge.  Virginia was a senior.  Eric was a senior too but, as a Delta, everyone knew he was inferior to even the lowest Zeta.

“Hey, April,” I said slowly, turning with dread to face my date.  My other date.

“Oh, hello there, April.  We were just about to go upstairs with Corey here.  Would you like to come?  As his date and all?” asked Virginia, eyeing April.  There was no denying we were there together.  Her yellow hat band and flower matched my outfit perfectly; it was clear that the gig was up.

“Sure,” said April, who seemed completely unfazed by the offer.  She even grabbed my hand to lead me after Virginia.  If she hadn’t I might have tried to run away… but in heels I doubted I would have gotten far!

We trudged up the steps to the second story of the sorority house, where the residences were, and toward Virginia’s room.  Virginia led, with Eric behind her like a loyal dog.  Even in a gold cocktail dress he scared me a little.  April, beside me, seemed perfectly cheerful and not at all upset.

I didn’t understand why until we went into Virginia’s room and Virginia ordered me to sit on the end of her bed.  I obeyed.

“Eric?” she prompted.

“Tonight was a test,” said Eric.

A test!  Of course!  The sorority sisters would have known who was dressing up whom.  I felt so dumb for not realizing that April and Virginia knew all along.  I felt heat rising into my face.

“Do you think you passed?” asked Virginia.

“…I don’t know,” I said, honestly, unsure of what I should have done.  I couldn’t say no to Virginia, nor April.  I’d tried to compromise.  I’d failed, but was that really my fault?”

“Show me the panties,” commanded Virginia.

Reluctantly, with her, Eric, and Virginia all watching, I hitched up my dress, spreading my legs so they could see the delicate pair of underwear underneath.  The gleaming cage was easy to see past the frilly lace.  I exposed myself and waited for their approval.

“You did a good job, trying to please both of us.  But you tried to solve it yourself.  Corey, don’t you realize that the joy of being a Delta is that you don’t have to do that?” said April quietly.

“You have Zetas to look out for you.  Being obedient sometimes means asking for direction.  And you didn’t do that, did you?” continued Virginia, her tone far sterner.

“No, mistress,” I mumbled, looking down at the bows on my shoes.

“So, pledge, I’ll ask again.  Do you think you passed?”

I didn’t think there was a way to pass.  I’d done my best, like April said, trying to please both.  But I knew the answer.  I’d failed.

I shook my head sadly.  “I tried but I didn’t pass.  I’m sorry.”

“…we accept your apology.  You’re still learning to be a good Delta,” said April.

“We accept apologies once they take their punishments,” corrected Virginia, shooting April a Look.  “Corey, lay back.  Since you’re so desperate to please everyone at the same time, we’re going to ensure that’s what happens tonight.  …and once we’re done here, you and April may have the rest of the night to yourselves.”

I obediently laid onto my back, my legs still hanging over the bed, my dress hiked up around my waist.

“April?”

April climbed onto the bed, her knees on either side of me, and scooted up, unzipping her pants as she did so.  I felt my cock strain with excitement as she shimmied her trousers down and pushed them back, easing herself down to sit on my face, pressing her pussy over my mouth.  I had the brief, bizarre concern that this would smear my lipstick, but I closed my eyes and began licking her slit, eating her out as expected. 

“Eric, you know what to do,” commanded Virginia.

I felt a pair of hands on my knees, and a moment later, my frat president’s mouth was on my balls!  I whimpered, arching my back, but April had me pressed down.  My cock swelled in its cage, filling it, unable to actually erect itself.  It was maddening!  Eric held my sack in his mouth, sucking on it, his tongue swirling, my neglected cock struggling in its confines.  I knew Virginia was watching and probably loving to see how helpless I was. 

But I tried to stay focused on pleasing April; it was a Sadie Hawkins dance, after all.  It was a ladies’ night.  Not unlike every other night at State, really!

With every ounce of discipline I could muster, I clenched my eyes shut and forced myself to think only of my mouth as I pleased April with it, tonguing her sweet, wet hole and sucking on her plump little clit.  She bounced on me, moaning with pleasure, gyrating her hips and expressing her gratitude with soft gasps and mewls of happiness.  I made myself concentrate on those expressions of lust, struggling to ignore the exquisite torture of Eric teasing me while knowing that there would be no relief from his administrations.

After only ten minutes I felt April tense over me, and I pressed my tongue harder into it, flattening it against her sex and lapping thirstily.  She came in my mouth with a shudder and a long, high keen of pleasure.  My cock pulsed in frustration and I cried out, too, more from the pain of denial than anything.

“Very good, pledge.  You’re clearly a good date.  And now, it’s my turn,” said Virginia as she towered over the bed.

For a moment I thought maybe I would get to offer her my mouth, too, but instead, she said, “Roll over.”  And I knew what was coming, even before I saw her turn to the wall.  Mounted on a hook was a long, coiled whip.  I rolled, keeping my dress up, my ass bared. 

Before I could help it, I blurted, “But– my panties!”

Virginia laughed out loud.  “Oh, of course!  We wouldn’t want to damage them, would we?  Go ahead and pull them down for me, boy.  I’ll make sure I spare them!”

I wriggled them down to my knees, baring my ass and my swollen balls, still shining with Eric’s spit.  I tensed up, knowing the sharp licks that awaited me. 

Virginia cracked the whip twice, as if testing it, and then said, “April, how many lashes for our naughty little double-timer?”

“…It’s the thirteenth.  But thirteen is an unlucky number, so let’s make it a dozen,” said April.

A dozen seemed like a lot but I was grateful; if given her own choice, I’m sure Virginia would have chosen fifty!

“A dozen it is.  And then, Corey, you will service my date while I service him.  If we’re both satisfied you may return to the ball.”

I didn’t have time to even acknowledge her statement before the whip came down.  White-hot on my pale, tender backside, it cut into me like a knife into butter!  I cried out and my fists bunched up into the hem of my dress, holding it up for Virginia to bring down her whip on my ass and paint it with pink stripes that matched my underwear.  By the sixth lash I felt light-headed; by the tenth I was sure I couldn’t bear any more.  The only reason I wasn’t crying was my make-up; I was all too aware that my mascara would run.  I didn’t want to let go of the one thing I had, which was my looks.  I was the prettiest boy at the dance and no punishment would take that from me!

“…so accepting,” observed Virginia quietly, giving the whip a soft crack at her side.  “You’re one of the better pledges this year, I think.  Eric, this one is a keeper.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

“Go and stuff his mouth.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Eric climbed onto the bed and pulled up his gown; I stretched my neck out uncomfortably, raising my head and opening my mouth, eyes burning with unshed tears.  Eric pushed his cock into my mouth and I held it cradled on my tongue, tightening my jaw for the next slash of the whip.

The last two were gentle but they weren’t aimed at my butt; instead, she flicked the tail of the whip against my balls, and it took me everything not to scream or accidentally bite Eric.  Eric was tense, probably aware of the danger he was in, but he didn’t pull away, keeping his half-hard cock in my mouth as his girlfriend numbed my balls with her cruel whip.

“…very good!  Now, suck, pledge, and don’t stop until we tell you,” she said, slapping my ass with her hand.  The lines where the whip had struck me lit up; I didn’t think I was bleeding but the bruising would no doubt make it hard to sit for at least a week!

I suckled on Eric’s cock, whimpering, as Virginia hung her whip back up and came over to make out with Eric and grind herself on his hip.  I didn’t dare look up at the two of them; I knew I was only a pretty toy, a sex doll in the literal sense.  My cock was caged, my face done up; my only use was as an accessory to their pleasure.  So I sucked on Eric furiously while the two of them played with each other, waiting for my punishment to end.

Virginia had her orgasm first, as befits a Zeta; I heard her moan and felt her thighs tremble.  She’d moved behind Eric and was grinding against him, pushing him into my mouth with every thrust.  I’m sure she was doing it hard on purpose to gag me; my eyes watered every time he was pushed down my throat. 

Once she finished she began spanking him, commanding him to finish for her; I sucked faster and harder, trying to help him, and eventually he spurted a load into my mouth.

When he pulled out I saw a ring of red lipstick on the base of his shaft.  My own cock was still entombed in its miserable little cage.

“…very good, boys.  Very good.  …you see, April, this is how we keep them in line,” said Virginia as she rose, leaving us two panting and shaking on the bed, both of our asses on fire.

“Thank you for the lesson,” said April, humbly.  I didn’t know if she agreed with Virginia’s methods but she seemed like a willing student.  Zetas tend to be over-achievers, studious and clever.  April might have her own style but she also knew when to defer to authority.

“Here’s the key.  I wouldn’t let him out for the rest of the night.  Let him earn it,” said Virginia.

I groaned, my cock straining again in the cage.

April strutted over to pull up my panties and flick down my dress, covering my ass.  The cool fabric was welcomed on my sore backside.

“Up, Corey,” she commanded.  I rose unsteadily, my heels making me as wobbly as a newborn foal.  I reached up dizzily to fix the bow in my hair.  “Come on.  Let’s dance.  There won’t be any more distractions, will there?  No other girls who asked you to come to this dance?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head quickly.  April held out her hand, and I took it.

We left Virginia and Eric behind (I’m sure they had more mischief to get up to; Virginia looked like she was ready for a second round), and walked down the hall toward the staircase.  Sounds of the ball filtered up to us invitingly.

But I stopped at the top of the stairs. 

“What’s wrong, Corey?” asked April, stopping with me.

“My make-up is all messed up.  Look at my face.  I can’t go down there like this,” I said, gesturing.

April laughed and pulled open her jacket, reaching into an inner pocket.  “Oh, is that all?  Let me freshen you up, then,” she said, bringing out a compact full of powder.  She opened it and pinched a powder puff, patting my face gently.  I closed my eyes to relish her gentle attention to my skin.

“Thank you,” I breathed, peeking open an eye as she finished powdering my nose.  She offered me a tube of lipstick; I took it to repaint my lips a flirty red.

“So, Corey.  Think those panties might get some more uses?” teased April, watching as I adjusted my bow again and smoothed down my dress.

“…maaaybe,” I conceded.  “You know, maybe pink isn’t such a bad color, after all.”