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Disciplining Derrick Pt 01

Disciplining Derrick Pt 01

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This story is a spin off from the "Kimmy's Adventures" series. The characters featured were introduced during "Kimmy's Adventures-Timmy's Virginity" and"Kimmy's Adventures- JUCO Recruit". The setting of this story takes place the following semester after the "Timmy's Adventures-College Tutor" and "Timmy's Adventures-Double D Debbie " tales which were recently published.

This is one of my darker stories in that it includes non-consent/reluctance, forced anal, and BDSM. There is also derogatory and homophobic language.

As always, this story is fictional and the product of my perverted mind. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real people are a coincidence. It is told in the third person.

Disciplining Derrick (Part 1)

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"What the fuck?!" Derrick groaned groggily as he gradually woke from his sedative induced sleep. "Where the hell am I?" he wondered out loud as his eyes searched around the dimly lit room illuminated by only a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling above him.

The college lacrosse player tried to move his athletically built body but quickly realized his arms were pulled tight above his head by a thick rope that was threaded through his bound wrists which were fastened by a pair of bondage cuffs. The heavy chord was pulled up over an exposed ceiling beam that was about four-feet above his head and tied off on a nearby wall hook. His shoulders ached and fingers were numb indicating he'd been hanging like that for a while.

Derrick's attempt to move his legs was impossible as well due to the fact a three-foot spreader bar was attached to the cuffs locked around his ankles. The apparatus was anchored to the cement floor with short chains. Only the balls of his bare feet were touching the cold, grimy ground.

That was the moment Derrick became horrifically aware that not only was he helplessly bound in what seemed to be a dank, musty basement, but he was stark naked with the exception of a cock ring and cage on his dick. He then realized the discomfort in his rectum was due to a butt plug wedged up his ass.

"You fuckin' bitch!" Derrick screamed as loudly as possible. "I'm gonna'... fuckin'... kill... you!"

While Derrick struggled in his binds, he stopped yelling and began to search his cloudy mind in an effort to piece together the events that led him to his predicament.

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He remembered being invited to a party by a cute freshman coed he'd been chatting up in the student union during a break between classes that morning. She said her name was Amanda, but that he could call her Mandy. They exchanged cell numbers and she texted him the address of an off campus house. In retrospect the party invitation and date all happened to easily. However, at the time, the arrogant athlete chalked it up to the young lady's instantaneous infatuation with his witty personality and obvious sex appeal.

The obtuse and narcissistic lacrosse player, who was in the fall semester of his junior year, was to oblivious to realize at the time that he was being played. The attractive first year student was part of an elaborate plot by members of Chi Omega to exact revenge for a fellow sorority sister that Derrick had wronged.

By the time Derrick was in his sophomore year at State University he'd established quite an infamous reputation. His upbringing by a chauvinistic, misogynist father and enabling mother had cultivated an egotistical maniac who used women and taunted men he deemed as inferior. In reality, he was nothing more than a bully. It had gotten to the point that even his coach tolerated the star athlete only because of his ability on the field.

Some members of Chi O had fallen prey to Derrick's good looks and initial charm. However, usually after one lame roll in the sack with the boorish athlete, the women regretted their mistake. So it's not surprising the girls who had the misfortune of fucking him, bestowed upon the "diminutively" endowed lout, the nick name "Little Dick".

However, these poor character traits were not the main reason Derrick found himself hanging from the rafters of the unpleasant cellar like a side of beef. No, it was something more heinous.

The previous spring semester Derrick had lured a Chi O pledge by the name of Shanon Curtis to a bedroom during a party at the lacrosse house. When the heavy petting got to intense for the young woman she tried to slow Derrick down. He persisted. When his hands traveled unwelcomely inside her sweater she struggled to free herself from his grasp. Continued pleas of "No!" and "Stop!" didn't slow down the much bigger and stronger man.

In Derrick's demented mind he couldn't believe Shannon was objecting. After all, what did she think they were going to do together in the bed room? Luckily for Shannon, just as Derrick tried to position himself on top of her, she was presented with the opportunity to land a well placed knee between his legs. That gave her a brief moment to run from the room screaming and pulling her sweater down.

A report to campus public safety was investigated but proved fruitless. The fact that she was under the legal drinking age at a party where alcohol was being served didn't help her case. The dean of Student Affairs, Patricia Levy, could only issue Derrick a warning. Sadly, Dean Levy had to explain to Shanon that she couldn't take any further disciplinary action, no matter how much she wanted to, since there were no witnesses. This wasn't the first time Derrick's name had come to the dean's attention. Numerous residence hall complaints about the cocky lacrosse player had come across her desk in the barely two years he'd been on campus. But, the incident in question was literally a "he said, she said".

Unfortunately for Shanon her reputation had been damaged. Despite the support of Chi O she was harassed and ridiculed by many students who had heard of the sordid event. Shanon couldn't go anywhere on campus without people staring at her or making derogatory comments such as whore and slut. It was even worse on social media. She ended up dropping out less than two weeks before finals.

Derrick was to stupid to notice or care about the stares, derisive comments, or unflattering posts he received. As far as he was concerned he'd been vindicated and had done nothing wrong. It was almost like a badge of honor to him. Remorse was not in his DNA let alone his vocabulary. Besides, he was still pissed she'd kneed him in the nuts.

The sisters of Chi O vowed to get revenge on Derrick. With the blessing of the chapter president, sorority members Pam Devers and Rachel Zimmer were the main masterminds behind the plot to "discipline" the cocky jock. They felt guilty for not warning Shanon and the other pledges about Derrick.

Pam had her own personal reasons for disliking Derrick. The petit blond was one of the unfortunate sisters who had succumb to his good looks and charm at a Chi O party during spring semester of her freshman year. She was willing to overlook the fact he had a "small" dick and was a one pump chump. However she couldn't overlook the fact the selfish son of a bitch didn't even attempt to get her off. Once he satisfied his own needs he arrogantly got out of bed like he was god's gift to women, and got dressed. Heated words were exchanged. Names were called. Derrick hastily exited the room and closed the door just seconds before a shoe, thrown by Pam, clacked off the wooden portal.

But that wasn't all. The following spring, about a month before the Shanon incident, Derrick crashed a Chi O party and caused a scene in which he poured beer over the head of Timmy Terwilliger, who was Pam's date that night in addition to being her chemistry tutor.

Timmy was a sweet, shy kid, who had a history of his own with Derrick. The two happened to live in the same dorm in suites directly across the hall from each other. Derrick made a sport of mercilessly tormenting Timmy who he'd "cleverly" nick named "Twerpilliger" because the kid was smaller in stature and "nerdy" in appearance.

Pam was proud of Timmy when she watched her date fight back by kicking Derrick right in the balls. She had joked at the time that she wondered if Timmy hit anything with his kick since she knew Derrick had a tiny dick. The irony was not lost on Pam when she heard Shanon had retaliated against Derrick in the same manner that Timmy had.

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Derrick recalled following the GPS directions and showing up around 8 p.m. to an unfamiliar, large, old, house located about two miles from the main campus. In hind site he realized he should have been suspicious when he didn't see the regular crowd of college party goers congregated around the premises or hear the usual loud music that accompanied most off campus festivities. As he approached the front door it seemed almost uninhabited.

However a quick response by Mandy after he rapped twice loudly on the old door, eased his concerns. The cute girl with shoulder length brunette hair smiled pleasantly, almost to much so, as she invited him into the house.

Derrick quickly admired Mandy's tight, size -zero ass before looking around the sparsely furnished main room. He counted six people total, three sitting on a sofa the rest sitting on folding chairs. They each had drinks in their hands. Derrick heard a Taylor Swift song playing in the background.

"So am I early or something?" Derrick asked somewhat confused. "I was expecting a bigger party than this."

"No, you're right on time," Mandy responded, her voice cracking slightly. "I apologize for not telling you this morning but this is just gonna be a small gathering. The plan is to hang out, listen to music, play some games... and...you know... stuff like that."

"Like Beer Pong?" Derrick asked hopefully.

"Uh, no, I'm afraid not," Mandy replied. "Board games. You know, like Apples to Apples or Trivial Pursuit. Um...uhh...besides I thought in a quieter setting we could...ya know...get to know each other a little better than at a big noisy party."

Derrick thought Mandy's idea of a party sounded kinda lame. However, she was hot. And he did like the idea of "getting to know her better". So, he figured he'd hang awhile and bolt after an hour if the party proved to be a dud.

"Oh, okay, I guess," Derrick answered unenthusiastically. "I suppose that's alright."

"Um yeah, it'll be fun," Mandy said looking a little uncomfortable. Derrick just assumed she was naturally nervous.

"Any chance I can get something alcoholic to drink around here?" Derrick asked curtly. "Or is everyone having apple juice?" The dumb jock couldn't help but laugh at his own derisive joke. Mandy feigned laughter.

"Oh yeah, where are my manners," Mandy replied. "Unfortunately the only liquor we have is vodka. I can mix it with OJ or cranberry, or both. Otherwise we have beer."

"Wow! Quite the selection," Derrick answered sarcastically. "I guess I'll have a beer."

"One beer coming up," Mandy said. "Wait here. I'll go to the kitchen and get it for you."

Dangling from the rope, Derrick chastised himself for not being more suspicious of the lack of drink choices and for not going with Mandy to get the beverage. However, at the time it never crossed his mind that she would roofie him.

While Derrick waited for Mandy to bring him his drink, he thought it a little odd that he didn't recognize any of the other party goers.

"So who are these people?" Derrick asked Mandy as she returned pretty quickly with his drink in a large red Solo cup. "I don't recognize anyone."

"Oh, they're some people I recently met in a couple of my classes," Mandy replied. "I'm a dance and theater major."

"Figures," Derrick blurted obnoxiously. He noticed the two guys that were there and figured they had to be gay and at least one of the girls appeared to him to be a "lesbo". "That explains the Taylor Swift music." Once again Mandy did her best fake laugh.

Derrick took a big swig of his drink and barely tried to disguise his belch. "What brand is this? The lacrosse player asked aloud."

"Um, not exactly sure," Mandy answered uneasily."Why, everything ok?"

"Yeah, it just tastes a little fruity."

"Oh yeah...um...I think it's one of those fancy brands with mango or peach in it," Mandy replied quickly.

Another clue that something was amiss that Derrick didn't pick up on.

"It'll have to do I guess," Derrick replied grudgingly, as he took another swallow. "So who's house is this? I mean it barely looks like anyone lives here."

"Oh...yeah...well it's actually a pretty cool story," Mandy began to explain. "My friend Sandra...she's the one in the red tank top across the room there...well, her Dad bought it and is gonna fix it up as a rental property. But nobody lives in it yet." Mandy's explanation was actually true. However, Sandra's father had no way of knowing what insidious events would occur in the house that evening.

"Great, the town needs another slum lord," Derrick uttered, once again proud of his humor.

"Uh, yeah well, um, he plans on fixing it up nice," Mandy responded hesitantly. "Anyhow, he said she could use it for small gatherings of friends if she promised not to trash the place. So, that's why there really isn't any furniture other than the one couch, the folding chairs, and the card table."

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"That's pretty cool, I guess" Derrick answered, now slowly sipping his drink.

"Hey, um...Derrick, I notice my friends are getting ready to play that Apples to Apples card game," Mandy said pointing to the table across the room. "Why don't we play?"

"Might as was well," Derrick said sardonically. "Got nothing better to do right now. Besides, I could use to sit for a few minutes." His legs were starting to feel heavy. In retrospect, Derrick realized, that was the moment the effects of the sedative were kicking in.

"Great! Follow me and I'll introduce ya to everyone," Mandy said as she forced a smile and led Derrick to the table. After a quick round of introductions to the other party goers, Mandy explained the game rules. Derrick could barely focus on the directions. The last thing he remembered was Sandra starting to deal the cards.

What Derrick wasn't aware of once he was out cold and slumped on the card table, was that things happened pretty quickly. Denice and Rachel came running into the living room from the kitchen and began giving directions.

Pam thanked Mandy and the other three girls for their help in perpetrating the rouse on Derrick. Denice especially praised Mandy for her excellent acting job. The ladies were all Chi O pledges and told that their efforts that night guaranteed them a place in the sorority. However the pledges would not be a part of the rest of the evenings activities. The less they were involved the better.. The rest of the evening would be for full fledged members of the sorority and two special guests. The four recruits were told to leave the house and reminded not to speak of the events of that evening to anyone.

The two guys carried Derrick down to the basement, then were given the same directions as the four girls, then dismissed.

Pam and Rachel then turned their attention to the unconscious Derrick. They stripped and bound him. Next they placed a chastity cage on his small member, and a medium sized butt plug in his ass. Finally they pulled the sturdy rope over the ceiling beam and hoisted him into the hanging position that he found himself in when he awoke.

During the more than an hour that Derrick was asleep, the dozen or so other members of the sorority arrived at the old house in preparation for the lacrosse player's inquisition. Once they all gathered, the sorority sisters descended the rickety stairs silently and stood quietly in the shadows of the murky basement waiting for Derrick to awaken. Once he woke up the women watched him struggle in his binds and listened to him scream his obscenities for a couple minutes.

Just about the moment Derrick came to the realization that he'd been set up by Mandy and the sisters of Chi O, a flood light was turned on, temporarily blinding him. Before Derrick had a chance to say anything, the silence of the dank basement was broken by the sound of a familiar woman's voice.

"Derrick Miller, you are charged with being a selfish, egotistical prick with a little dick who is a lame fuck," Pam said, mimicking the cadence of a court judge. A smattering of giggles could be heard from some Chi O sisters who were lurking in the shadows. However this was hardly a trial by an impartial jury of unbiased peers. If ever there was a kangaroo court, this was it.

"Very funny Pam, you crazy bitch," Derrick said derisively. "You still holding a grudge because of that night our freshman year? Gert over it already!"

Before Derrick could say another word he heard a whooshing sound, then felt a hard smack to his left asscheek. His sphincter muscles tightened around the butt plug.

"Owwaaaaugh!" Derrick screamed. "What the fuck!"

Derrick was quickly aware that someone was standing behind him and now realized that person was armed with some sort of paddle. It just so happened to be Rachel, the sorority's sergeant at arms and Pam's roommate. She was holding a pickle ball paddle with one-inch diameter holes drilled in it to cut down on air resistance.

"Silence!" Pam barked authoritatively. "This is no joke. If you speak without permission or use inappropriate language you will be disciplined.

"More seriously Derrick," Pam continued, "you are accused with the attempted rape of Shanon Curtis at a lacrosse team party on the night of April 12 of this year. In addition you are accused of encouraging teammates and others to harass Miss Curtis in the days and weeks following the party, resulting in her withdrawing from school in shame."

"You dumb cunt!" Derrick yelled defiantly. "That bitch went to the room with me willingly....what did she think we were going there for...Owwwaaaaugghh" he screamed again as the paddle slammed into his right ass cheek.

"Is that an admission of guilt Derrick?" Pam hollered inquisitively.

"Fuck you!" Derrick replied. Another whoosh was quickly followed by another scream.

"That dyke dean...Levy...found me innocent of that...Owwwwaaauuuggghhhh!...Fuck!....Owwaaauuggh!"

After just those few smacks Derrick felt like his ass was on fire. Worse than that, however, he could feel his dick swelling uncomfortably inside the cock cage.

"I warned you not to use inappropriate language," Pam reminded Derrick. "You will refer to Dean Levy respectfully no matter what you think of her sexual orientation. As for your claims that she found you 'innocent', why don't we hear directly from her if that's true? Dean Levy if you would."

Instantly a figure cloaked in a black hooded robe appeared from the shadows. Dean Levy, who conveniently happened to be a Chi O alum, removed her hood exposing her familiar bespectacled face and close cropped hair cut. Derrick gulped audibly and felt a shiver go down his spine.

"Dean Levy," Pam began, breaking the silence, "did you find the defendant Derrick Miller 'innocent' during your investigation?"

"No, I did not!" Dean Levy replied matter of factly. "I told Mr. Miller that campus public safety did not have enough evidence since there were no witnesses. For that reason I couldn't legally suspend or dismiss him from the school. However, I did tell him that I was aware of several other dorm and campus infractions by him and that his character, and thus his story, was severely in question in my mind."

"And how did he respond when you told him that?"

"He didn't say anything really. He just smiled smugly. There was no remorse or gratitude."

"What, she's some kinda fuckin' mind reader and body language expert? You fuckin' lying lesbo!" Derrick yelled. His rude comment was followed by another whoosh from the paddle and scream from the lax player.

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