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Astarte House

a story, in verse
My revered college went co-ed!
This broke the patriarchy’s grip
It filled the faculty with dread
As women took professorships
When Lady Ashtoreth took charge
As president, headmistress, too
She seized all power to discharge
Old male professors from our school
For that, she garnered our applause
Like fools, we did not comprehend
Our fates were linked to theirs because
The new headmistress hates all men
She founded a sorority-
Astarte House, just down the street
This pleased us boys enormously
A Party House of girls in heat!
But, our new classmates weren’t like that...
These girls were beautiful, but mean
Just like the Lady Ashtoreth
Less Aphrodite, more Athene!
This left us horny frat-boys vexed
Astarte’s mysteries, we craved
To mingle with the fairer sex
Behind the door of their enclave
Three randy lads first took a chance
And brazenly approached the door
Which opened wide to their advance
We all assumed that they had scored!
The rumor was they stayed all night
But none of them would speak of it
Refusing to confess delight
We deemed those bastards hypocrites!
I shadowed them next evening when
Back to Astarte House they crept
They entered and I followed them
Cocksure in my pursuit of sex!
The four of us were taken down
Attacked by girls who stripped us bare
Beaten, gagged, and tightly bound
They dragged us down the basement stair
I found a torture chamber there!
Where I was shackled to a wall
This unexpected kinky lair
Was more I ever dreamt befall!
A crack of whip and muffled scream
Made me rethink if this be luck
I couldn’t see from where I stood
If what he got was worth a fuck
I heard again, and then once more
The sounds of savage sadist games
Unseen, but I imagined gore
And wondered if their groins were maimed
Now ungagged, the threesome bawled
In misery and wretchedness
They begged for more! I was appalled
Minds broken by abuse and sex!
Before my eyes now stepped the one
Who worked my comrades to a froth
She moved in self-assured aplomb
It was the Lady Ashtoreth!
The dominatrix, fully nude
With whip in hand, was beautiful
She stood before her evil brood
Of nude, sadistic college girls!
She said, “A new one,” as she slithered
Up against my body, warm
And teased my cock until it quivered
Erect and eager for her charms
She smiled and slugged me in the mouth
Which banged my head against the wall
Then knelt, for targets farther south
And seized me by my cock and balls!
“The punch was payback for you, sir
You crashed our party—that’s the cost.”

My stunned mind couldn’t answer her
Except to spit the tooth I lost
Her iron grip was like a vice
She stretched my sac for all to see
“Someday soon, in sacrifice
You will offer these to me.”

Then rapidly, with fingers taut
She slapped the manhood in her grip
To bucking thighs and screams distraught
A masturbation torture-trip!
Wracked with pain by practiced claws
Yet, bliss intense unreconciled
I shamed myself and shot my wad
Embarrassed, disgraced, and defiled
She chose three girls, my pain to nurture—
Working their apprenticeship
“Repeat his masturbation torture,
Get him ready for the whip!”

My cock in blissful torture burned
Throughout the night, to jerks and slaps
With each girl taking several turns
To pinch and squeeze my scrotal sac
Hours later, bruised and wracked
With prostate burning dry and sore
They kept on pawing at my sac
And yanking cock from out its core
Ashtoreth returned, and quipped,
“Your will is broken, now you’re primed
To join the rest and taste the whip
We’ll train your cock and break your mind!”

They took me down from off the wall
Where I had been so harshly groped
My arms and legs were forced to sprawl
And tightly bound with satin ropes
Then she seized my battered glans
And jabbed a spike down through the tip
Completely piercing through it, and
With pliers, clamped a ring through it!
By now, too weak to even scream
Exposed before their hate-filled eyes
I grunted as my ass was reamed
And, by a broom-stick, sodomized!
Into another room we went
Between two pillars, I was tied
With dread, I guessed their ill-intent
With arms stretched out and legs spread wide
Here, I found the other three
Bound-up and stretched-out, just like me
We all could clearly see and hear
Each others’ cries, ignoble tears
I stood and faced a retinue
Of naked, domineering chicks
All armed with whips, and strap-ons too
To break my mind and train my dick!
Headmistress cracked her whip at me
A bolt of thunder, barely missed
With new-found strength, I screamed and screamed
And in my terror, pissed and pissed!
She stepped behind, and cracked her whip
To paint a welt across my back
And then her strap-on dildo ripped
Apart my pale and helpless ass
One of her girls then grabbed the ring
That cruelly had pierced my dick
And threaded through a piece of string
To stretch it out for whips to lick
Then, the wicked women whipped
My penis, as my ego writhed
And from my mind my mettle, stripped
They laughed as my machismo died
Headmistress said, “He’s now our bitch
With flaccid dick, forevermore
And never-ceasing horny itch
Makes him our masochistic whore!”

Just before the morning came
They pushed us out Astarte’s door
Naked, bruised, and sore ashamed
Indeed, I was Astarte’s whore!
The next few days were bad for me—
Impotent, in agony
A flaccid, horny, helpless state
Impossible, myself to sate
I saw the girl who yanked my ring
And stretched my cock while it was whipped
She teased me with a bit a string
And jerking motion with her wrist
The other guys there on the Quad
Just laughed and asked her what was up
My face turned red, I gave a nod
She asked me if I’d like to fuck
Wolf-calls and laughter from the guys
As she continued jerking air
A hard-on raged between my thighs
Embarrassed more than I could bear!
The craving made me realize
My pride had died deep down inside
And I was willing to reprise
Submission most undignified
Sheepishly, I answered, “Yes”
She whispered, “Don’t be late tonight”
As up against my crotch she pressed
I creamed my shorts, from lust and fright!
Submissive urges took control
To get relief I sold my soul
The only way I’d get aroused
Was downstairs in Astarte House
That evening found me at their door
Among what must have been a score
Of wretched blokes with broken dicks
Drawn like addicts to their fix
This time, they took me straight to whip
Between the columns, stripped and checked
The same girl seized my ring, and quipped
“I’ll yank until you stay erect!”
She kept her word and yanked so strong
A searing pain shot through my crotch
She leaned back, stretched it out so long
I thought she’d rip my manhood off!
Some seconds passed, her work complete
My cock was hard and standing proud
She took a whip and thrashed my meat
My scream of pain was long and loud!
Then she stopped and turned away
Leaving me to weep and moan
I begged her, asking her to stay
“I cannot find relief alone!”
She turned, and with an evil grin
She seized my balls, and pulled and squeezed!
She grabbed my dick and jerked again
Then giggled while I choked down screams!
This hand-job torture was far worse
Than what I got the last time here
I ‘jacked-off many times, of course
No pleasure, only pain and fear
Long after all my cum was spent
And ‘jacking dry in burning pain
The coup de grâce to my torment
She wracked my manhood with a cane!
Bruised and bandaged, to my shame
I noticed I was not alone
Many classmates looked the same
A few of them had broken bones
I tried to stop and stay away
From House Astarte’s horror show
But she would find me, tease foreplay
And drown me in submission’s throes
The girl had taken charge of me
A dominatrix fully trained!
Obsessed by fear and fantasy
I didn’t even know her name
Then, one night, a new disgrace
She strapped me, face up, on a bench
And pressed her pussy on my face
To breathe, I had to please the wench!
Licking ever faster, deeper
Each mistake, she slapped my balls
I did my best to please my keeper
Tongue, a slave to pleasure’s cause
This lesson mastered, mighty quick
For when I licked her favored spots
She deigned to gently kiss my dick
And when I missed, she slapped my crotch
One night she didn’t set me free
But kept me in the dungeon, chained!
Though thrilled to be her devotee
I feared why I should be restrained
Then, I was left alone to heal
With food and water, nothing else
Alone for several days, to feel
My craving for submissive sex
She appeared and teased my cock
And whispered things that gave me chills
Then she left me chained and locked
Hot and horny, unfulfilled
Once each night she played this game
Torture worse than all before
My craving became so inflamed
I couldn’t take it any more
Then, one night, she didn’t show
My dominatrix bailed on me
Alone, in darkness with my woe
Craving what she does to me
From out the dark, I heard a noise
And waited there, with baited breath
But, alas, my hope destroyed
It was the Lady Ashtoreth!
She cracked her whip, my bare ass burned!
I screamed and strained against my chains
Away from her, I tried to turn
And hide what manhood that remained!
She laughed and asked, “So now you’re shy?”
Then cracked her whip. “Now face me, bitch!”
I faced her, hands between my thighs
Intimidated by that witch
“Your dominatrix won’t return
Unless you choose to be her slave—
Her lessons you may choose to spurn
Forever losing what you crave!”

“My apprentice trained you well
Observing all my protocols
To her, you must now bid farewell...
Or offer me your testicles!”

Her price was steep, but so I paid
And spread my legs before her knife
To sacrifice upon her blade
The source of all my horny strife!
She seized by sac and stretched it out
Convulsive fear! Unnerved, I pissed!
She paused, and mocked me with a pout
Then winked at me and flicked her wrist!
She laughed, and held it to my eyes
Between her finger and her thumb
My severed scrotum, now her prize
As she predicted I’d succumb!
My dominatrix then appeared
And claimed her slave, forevermore
A state for which I volunteered—
Her pussy-licking eunuch whore!
Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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