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College Fraternity Initiation (MM, M-orgys, school)
By Carl (c) 1989
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It was the midway point of the fall semester, the time when
rushing began for the Greek Fraternities. The most prestigious
Frat was Chi Sigma, the one that the Jocks hunky ruled with an
iron hand. Cleve had been a member for two years. He was the best
wrester in the 178 pound class of the varsity team, being almost
undefeated on the mat in competition, and undisputed champion of
the locker room and private no holds barred matches against any
and all comers. Cleve stood six feet even; his blond hair was
clipped short and his dark tan showed off his tight muscular body
to its fullest, attenuating the definition of his rock hard
muscles.
Bill, Ron, and Bert were freshmen on the J.V. football team; all
three were good players and hoped that they would be chosen to
rush Chi Sigma. Bill and Ron shared a room in the dorm and Bert
lived on the same floor. The three of them were interesting to
observe, because they were almost triplets. They were about the
same height 5'11 to 6'1 and 180 to 198 pounds of solid tan muscle,
Ron being the smallest and Bert the biggest. But Ron's basket more
than made up for his lack of height and was firmly packed in his
tight jock. They ate and worked out at the gym together and went
out together, to the bar or movies, preferring each other's
masculine company to that of the young college girls.
There existed a friendly competition between them, seeing who
could make the most tackles, lift the most weight or make the most
reps. Occasionally, after a hard work out at the gym, the three of
them would retire to the privacy of Bill's and Ron's room before
showering. There the three of them would strip either bare ass or
to jocks and flex their young hot, bulging muscles in front of a
wall to ceiling mirror. Each of them taking turns while the other
two watched, as their own muscles alternately tensed and relaxed
in unison. Frequently their cocks would rise to the occasion, to
stretch and flex on their own.
Finally, their hard bodies glistening with sweat and their muscles
pumped up to the point of bursting through their skin, they would
embrace. With their hot bodies in close contact they would run
their hands over each other's body, their fingers sliding
effortlessly over the sweat lubricated flesh. They would caress
and squeeze the muscles of each other's body until they were a
tangle of arms and legs, crushing their bodies into even more
intimate contact. Their hard cocks would poke and probe at tight
washboard stomachs and low slug balls only to be trapped between
solid muscular thighs.
They could not restrain themselves any longer and head for the
shower to relieve their strong urges and shower before going to
bed for the night. Such was the Thursday night before rush
weekend.
It was a warm Friday night as Bill, Ron and Bert, dressed in tight
cutoff levis displaying their bugling baskets and tank tops that
stretched the fabric to its limits over solid pecs and large firm
nipples, headed for fraternity row and the Chi Sig house. They had
been invited to attend the rush night by several members of the
varsity football squad. As they approached the house they noticed
that all of the members were hunky studs, representing all of the
sports and the cream of the jocks. Some dressed as they were, but
others were shirtless so that they could show off their broad
shoulders, wide lats and washboard guts for maximum effect. The
three of them realized that their dreams were about to come true.
They wandered into the house and soon found the bar where they
each ordered a beer before setting off to meet as many members as
they could before the voting later that evening. When they had met
about half of the members they ran into Cleve, he had been
watching them for some time both at the house and before on the
campus. Cleve had noticed that the three of them were rarely
separated, on the field, in the locker room or in the library. He
often wondered just what their bond was, maybe if they pledged the
frat he would find out.
Cleve introduced himself to them. At first they just talked about
sports and the courses they were taking. Soon Cleve was explaining
what pledging entailed and he explained the degrading things the
three of them would be forced to do. He noticed that the bulges in
their crotches, with Ron's being the most noticeable, really
started to swell when he described the paddling and swats. He
continued to tell how they were freely administered both as
punishment and as rewards, especially on hell weekend when special
paddles were used almost continuously for three nights and two
days.
Bill, Ron and Bert were starting to fidget as their cocks were
snaking down their thighs. Cleve noticed that they emptied their
beers and asked them if they would like a refill, and a short
reprieve, the three quickly agreed and Cleve headed for the bar.
When Cleve was out of earshot, they quickly formed a tight circle
to share their mutual excitement. As they talked between
themselves they tugged at their crotches and attempted to reduce
their roaring hard ons to a more manageable size. Cleve noticed
that they were huddled closely together and rapidly talking with
big smiles on their faces, while each of them had one hand shoved
deeply into a pants pocket.
Cleve walked up to them and cleared his throat to gain their
attention before handing each of them a beer. Cleve knew from
experience that these three would make good pledges and great
brothers. He introduced them to some of the other members. They
met more of the members, and talked to most of them, but not for
as long or as intimately as they had with Cleve. As the night wore
on most of the guests drifted off until just the members and a
small handful of prospective pledges were left. Bill, Ron and Bert
proved to be the most popular and the most likely to asked to
pledge. Cleve stayed very close to Ron since they had first met,
wanting to learn more about this hot young hunk and not wanting
him to become to friendly with his other brothers. Cleve, because
of his reputation, had little trouble making the object of his
desire, Ron, known to his other brothers and keeping them at arms
length. But both Bill and Bert each had two brothers vying for
their attention.
The meeting to select the pledges was the Saturday night after the
party. One by one the pledges was interviewed by the entire
membership and voted on, Bill, Ron and Bert had no difficulty and
all three were accepted as initiates. In most fraternities the
pledges choose their big brothers but here it was reversed with
the members choosing their little brothers. Cleve obviously picked
Ron without dissent, but it was different with Bill and Bert. Dale
and Jack both wanted Bill, and Fred and George wanted Bert. To
resolve these conflicts, they were sent to the basement where
there was mat was set up. They were stripped to just their jocks
and told to fight, no holds barred, for the privilege of choosing
a little brother. Dale and Jack squared off first, but it was a
short match...
...Jack ended it quickly by driving an upper cut into Dale's hard
washboard gut and following it up with a knee lift to the balls,
dropping him to the mat. Dale was doubled up in pain on the mat
when Jack stepped behind him, drove his hand between Dale's legs
and grabbed him by his balls. Then Jack lifted Dale over his head
and held him across his shoulders until he submitted. Jack was
given his choice and he picked Bill. The match between Fred and
George lasted considerably longer until Fred threw a right cross
and knocked George out. Fred chose Bert and now all of the pledges
had been picked by a big bother. The big bothers were to pick up
their little brothers and bring them to the Sunday night meeting
for pledge orientation and formal introduction to their big
brothers and the other members, including the pledge master.
Cleve, Jack and Fred were close friends, and decided to play a
small trick on their three little bothers. Jack would pick up Bill
first, then a half an hour later Fred would get Bert and after an
additional hour Cleve would get Ron. Cleve hoped that this pysch
game would up set and surprise Ron.
The plan went off with out a hitch and Ron was close to tears when
Cleve knocked at his door. Ron jumped to his feet and Cleve threw
his 18-inch arms around Ron's broad shoulders to comfort him. Ron
wrapped his arms around Cleve and squeezed him with a bear hug.
Cleve knew that they would become good friends and held him even
tighter, their crotches grinding against each other. Cleve eased
up on his grip, brought his right hand back and slammed the palm
of his hand against Ron's round Levi clad ass cheek. Ron jumped
with surprise and dropped both of his hands to Cleve's butt,
sliding his hands into Cleve's hip pockets, his steel like fingers
digging into each cheek, pulling him closer while he clawed and
kneaded Cleve's ass. Cleve used his left hand to undo Ron's levis
and slide them down around his knees, exposing his jock clad ass
and basket that was sporting a large hard on. Cleve brought his
hand back and slapped Ron's bare ass again and again, each time
with a resounding whack.
A sigh of pleasure escaped from Ron's lips with each new impact
and he continued to dig his fingers into Cleve's ass, even as his
ass started to glow from the constant punishment. Cleve reminded
Ron that they had to leave for the meeting soon or that they would
be late, and both of them would get swats for being late. Ron
thought the idea of both of them getting swats in front of the
whole frat was hot, but better left for an other time. Cleve
reached down and quickly pulled Ron's Levis up over his hot butt,
and they quickly left for the meeting. They made it, but with just
minutes to spare. They made a fast series of hellos and quickly
took their places.
Ron was now sitting with his friends Bill and Bert and with the
other pledges. The meeting moved with astonishing speed and soon
it was time to initiate the new pledges. The pledge master took
over the meeting from the president and began his speech. The
pledges took notes but the pledge master generally spoke to fast,
but at the end they were given a complete list of rules to obey
with out question. One at a time the big brothers walked over to
his little bother and introduced them to the other members in
turn, Cleve and Ron were last.
When the introductions were finished the pledges were lined up
down the center of the large room and told to "take THE position."
Then the pledge master took one of the ceremonial paddles and gave
each on them one solid swat with it. When he had administered the
last sway (to Ron), the members were turned loose to yell at the
new pledges and make them do various exercises. After thirty
minutes of continuous harassment the pledge master ordered the
pledges out of the house and their first night as pledges was
over.
They reassembled a local hamburger joint and picked a pledge
leader, Ron, and other officers. Then they studied the pages of
pledge behavior that the pledge master had given them. Bill was to
be secretary and he quickly headed for the library and the copy
machine to duplicate the rules so that each of them would be able
to study them that night and be ready for the active members which
they were sure to run into the next morning. Bert headed for the
local stationary store to purchase the necessary black books and
spare pages. The others were sent in various direction to acquire
the other materials that they all needed including black t-
shirts, that were to be part of their uniform.
As Ron was heading back to his dorm, when Cleve intercepted him.
Ron had a surprised look on his face when they met, because Cleve
had deserted him during the indoctrination. Ron said, "Good
evening Sir" and Cleve said "Good evening pledge." Ron asked, "May
we be on informal terms." Cleve replied "Yes, Ron." Ron wanted to
know when they were going to get together as big and little
brothers to continue what Cleve had started in his room? Cleve
asked Ron what had happened at the pledge meeting and where his
other pledge brothers were. When Ron told Cleve that he had been
elected pledge leader, Cleve was ecstatic and again wrapped his
arms around Ron. Cleve suggested that they head for the men's gym
and the wrestling room where they would have absolute privacy.
The two hot jocks slipped through the locker rooms and entered the
fully padded wrestling room. The only lights burning in the entire
building were the night-lights and it took their eyes several
minutes to adjust to the low light level. But once they were in
the seclusion of the wrestling room, they both dropped all
inhibitions and all of their clothes as well. As they stood facing
each other stripped to only their well-worn jocks, their cocks
began to swell in unison until they were straining at the elastic
fabric of their pouches.
They almost knocked each other out as their bodies slammed
together, solid mounded pecs crashing into each other while hard
flat stomachs slammed together. Their large peaked biceps dug into
broad lats as they wrapped their arms around each other and
squeezed the last remaining pockets of air from between their
bodies. In only a flash each grabbed the waistband of the other's
jock and yanked it down over tree trunk thighs, allowing the
other's cock spring to attention and balls to swing free. As they
embraced, Cleve slapped Ron on the ass, leaving a large red
handprint. Ron sunk his teeth into Cleve's trapezius muscle and
began to chew on the tough muscle fibers.
Cleve swung his other hand, and left a matching handprint on Ron's
other ass cheek. Ron ground his hard nearly hairless gut against
Cleve's smooth biscut abs until they both had broken out in a
sweat and there was almost no friction between their bodies. Cleve
felt Ron's cock stiffen with each slap to his tight young ass as
he continued to warm it up. Ron was enjoying having his ass warmed
by such a hot man, and Cleve was driving himself crazy with lust
by being able to beat this hot studs butt until it almost was
glowing in the dimness of the mat room. Ron was determined not to
surrender or cry out in pain from the spanking that he was
receiving at the hands of this tough build jock, his big brother.
Cleve's arms were beginning to tire from continuously pounding
Ron's ass. When he eased up and finally had to stop to allow his
arms to rest, Ron brought both of his open palms down against
Cleve's ass and drove his rock hard cock into Cleve's crotch.
Cleve was shocked by the sudden reversal, but as his eyes sprang
wide open so did his mouth and Ron immediately took advantage of
the situation. Ron's mouth found Cleve's and soon they were
probing the inner reaches of each other's mouths with their
equally long hard tongues. As they rocked back and forth locked in
each other's grip, Ron continued his assault on Cleve's exposed
and ever willing ass. As Cleve tried harder to break Ron's grip,
Ron sucked the air from his lungs and brought his hands down and
beat a tattoo on Cleve's butt.
Cleve's arms had received all the rest they needed and he started
to slap Ron's ass again. Now they were both beating on the other's
firm ass cheeks and there was a rosy glow emanating from the
windows of the wresting room. It was nearly midnight when...
...They were both exhausted from their ordeal. Their cocks were
still dripping cum as they slowly pulled on their jocks, slipping
the elastic straps over their red hot buns and adjusting their
stiff dicks and tight nuts in the mesh pouches until they were
comfortable. After they had stepped into their Levis and pulled
them over their strong legs and buttoned each other's fly, Cleve
promised Ron, "One way or another we will always be brothers but
now it was time to get some rest and prepare for school tomorrow."
The first day of pledging went fairly smoothly for the new pledge
class, as the active members showed some control of their
emotions. The rest of the week went along without a hitch. Friday
night would be their first party in the frat house as pledges and
it was closed to outside guests. The pledges were required to wear
their black tank tops and the pledging rules were relaxed, but
just a little, they were still required to say "Sir" when
addressing an active member and move out of their way.
The big brothers were proud to show off their little brothers to
the senior members and alumni, most of which were as still as
hunky as they were when they were younger and more active. Cleve
was beaming all night as he introduced Ron who was wearing a tight
form fitting black tank top that displayed his solid slightly
furry upper body to the utmost. His nipples stood out like two
knobs on his large well-shaped pecs. Cleve was also wearing a tank
top that showed off his hard wrestler's body and hairless chest.
Both Cleve and Ron unconsciously flexed their large peaked biceps,
tight triceps and cutup forearms all night long as if in an
imaginary contest, until the muscles in their arms were warm and
engorged with blood increasing their size even more.
When the party started to break up around 1 a.m. Cleve took a hold
of Ron's arm and led him down the stairs to the mat room in the
basement. As they slowly climbed down the dimly lit stairs, each
with a hand shoved deeply into the other's hip pocket, Cleve
explained to Ron that the members often had matches there.
He told Ron that on the previous Saturday night Dale and Jack, and
Fred and George had fought for the privilege of being big brothers
to Bill and Bert, the victors were obvious. Cleve asked Ron "How
about a friendly brotherly match?" Ron replied "Sure!" They hung
the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door before entering the basement
and locking the door behind them. Cleve turned on the red
spotlights and they filled the room with their warm glow. The
faced each other and slowly slipped the tank tops off of each
other's torsos, exposing their broad chests and large nipples.
Their hands reached out and took a hold of the other's solid pecs
then they stroked their fingers gently over the erect nipples,
teasing and tantalizing them further. Then they clamped their
steel like fingers tightly onto the mounded pecs, squeezing and
massaging them like ripe melons until they glowed just like their
arms. Then they allowed their hands to slip lower and lower until
they reached the waistband of the other's Levis.
Their fingers snaked around each other's tight waists. With their
left hands shoved deep inside the back of the others pants, they
both used their right hands to loosen the belts and undo the
buttons of each other's flys. Their Levis slipped slowly from
their narrow hips over their muscular legs and fell to the floor
in two shapeless heaps. They stepped back from each other to
admired the other's firm muscular body. They faced each other,
naked and unashamed, before again embracing. Their taut bodies
pressed tightly together as they ran their hands over the other's
broad shoulders and back.
Slowly but surely their hands slipped lower and lower until they
dug their fingers into the other's buns. They kneaded each other's
firm ass cheeks. Their tongues probed at each other's willing
mouths and their lips were held firmly together by the strong
suction of their lungs, until Ron's mouth broke free with a loud
pop.
Ron ran his tongue over Cleve's neck and under his chin, savoring
Cleve's salty skin, and nibbling at the corded muscles of his
shoulders and neck. When Ron's tongue reached Cleve's ear lobe, he
began to chew on it before engulfing his whole with his warm moist
mouth. As Ron's tongue began to wander around the whorls of
Cleve's ear and probe at the auditory canal, Cleve dug his fingers
even dept into Ron's ass and pulled their bodies into even more
intimate contact. Their bodies twisted and writhed as the sweat
poured from their bodies lubricating their chests and washboard
stomachs allowing them to slid effortlessly again each other. The
continued stimulation was driving them wild with erotic thoughts
and actions.
Their cocks soon joined in the action, snapping to attention and
forcing their way slowly into the other's groin and rubbing
against an equally hard shaft. Cleve left hand loosened its grip
while Ron continued to chew on the side of his neck. Cleve
released Ron's right cheek, moved his hand away and suddenly sent
it careening against the pink flesh with a resounding wack. Ron
jumped with the surprise blow. Cleve sent his hand on its mission
again and again.
With each slap Ron moaned but his nibbling didn't miss a beat. As
Ron's right cheek was beginning to glow a deep cherry red, Cleve
switched hands and began to work on Ron's other cheek. Ron was
enjoying the punishment his buns were absorbing so much that he
didn't realize that he had given Cleve a very large hicky on the
side of his neck, fortunately low enough that it would be hidden
by his shirt collar. Ron allowed his hands to slid from Cleve's
ass. He sent both of hands crashing into Cleve's buns they landed
with enough force so as to leave two bright red handprints, one on
each cheek. Cleve wasn't used to having some beat on his ass at
all, but for some reason Ron beating on his ass turned him on even
more. Cleve doubled both the frequency and the force behind his
open handed slaps, alternating rights and lefts as he beat a
tattoo on Ron's ass.
Ron stopped sucking on Cleve's right ear, only to run his tongue
under Cleve's chin and get a lip lock on his right ear, engulfing
it with his hot salvia. Ron was still beating his own tattoo on
Cleve's red-hot butt as the juices began to flow from the head of
his ramrod. Soon both of their cocks were bathed with the warm
lubrication of rich man juices as their shafts ground against the
other. Cleve knew that he couldn't restrain his urges much longer
as his balls began to churn and his sac began to contract.
He quickly broke loose from Ron's grasp and threw him to mat face
first and straddled Ron's legs. Cleve redoubled his attack on
Ron's bubble butt, slamming his hands against the glowing mass of
flesh. With each slap he dug his fingers into Ron's well-massaged
cheeks. With one last double slap Cleve's balls contracted
violently and his cock erupted, spewing hot sticky cum the length
of Ron's back, from his ass crack to the nape of his neck and
splashing into his hair.
As Cleve's cum was impacting his back, Ron let out a moan of
relief as his balls slammed into crotch. The wad shot from his
cock with such force that it almost bored a hole through the vinyl
mat. Cleve pushed down on Ron's beaten butt and ground Ron's stiff
dick into the huge puddle cum.
Cleve rolled Ron oven onto his back and lowered his body onto his
little bothers. With Cleve on top they exchanged soft tender words
and caressed each other's exhausted bodies while the fires that
were lit continued to burn in their butts.
It was warm in basement. Soon both of them were fast asleep,
wrapped in each other's strong arms. Their bodies were drenched
with sweat and cum, but neither of them noticed and anyway they
would get cleaned up in the morning.
THE END