WARNING: The following is a work of fiction containing (hopefully) graphic descriptions of sex between any number of willing men. If this sort of material offends you, you shouldn't be reading it. If you are too young to read this sort of material, you shouldn't be reading it. If however, you are of age and you're sitting in your dorm room and no one else is around and you can't figure out why you get a hard-on every time your best buddy drops his shorts and heads to the shower...read on my friend.
This story is purely fictional. Any similarities between the men in this story and the men that you know are purely coincidental, although the author wouldn't mind hearing about them himself.
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Constructive criticism will be accepted. Praise will be absorbed. Flames will be ignored.
Now, without further ado . . .
LeaDR HOUSE
by Theo North
Chapter 3
In which the pledges come together
and the Big Brothers cum a lot
David had been roused from his bed in the dorms at 2:30 in the morning. His captors, two of the upperclassmen from Lambda Delta Rho had marched him across the campus to the fraternity's house wearing only the briefs he had worn to bed. When he got to the basement and saw the other pledges, he was glad he had gone to bed wearing briefs. Some of his new brothers hadn't worn even THAT much, and they, too, had been forbidden to put on anything before marching across the campus.
It was pledge night. The first time the new class of pledges had been brought together and David looked around to see who had made the cut, aside from him. He could see Scott, the hot little wrestler whom he had watched get thoroughly paddled at the rush party. David knew Scott would be here. And there was Kurt, the other legacy. David saw a kid whose name was Jeffrey who was on the tennis team with him, and a guy named Joey he had met at one of the parties, and a really cute redhead named Carter. The other two guys, David didn't know, but they looked like the rest of the pledges: young, athletic and proud as hell to be here.
Josh, the fraternity president stepped forward. "Gentlemen, the eight of you have been judged by the brothers of Lamda Delta Rho to be the superior members of the freshman class. Congratulations. You show great promise. However, to ensure that you reach your full potential as men and as graduates of this institution, you will require the strict training granted only to the men of Lamda Delta Rho fraternity. We are prepared to offer you that training over the coming year and, upon completion of said training, to accept you into our brotherhood. If there are any among you who do not wish to join our fraternity, he is free to leave now."
Josh paused but none of the young men kneeling before him dared move.
"Very good. At this point the pledgemaster will explain the rules you will live with over the next year."
Josh stepped aside and the pledgemaster stepped forward out of the shadows. The man was dressed entirely in leather and what leather it was! Thigh-high leather boots with the tip of a riding crop poking above the cuff. A leather jockstrap holding his ample bulge in place. A harness of silver-studded leather crossed over the man's tanned and ample chest. A black leather cowl covered the top of his head, leaving holes for his eyes before it gave way to a square-cut opening where a firm chin jutted out beneath full, sensuous lips that snarled around gleaming white teeth.
Six of the pledges gasped as their sphincters clamped shut with fear, staring at the imposing stud before them. Two gasped with recognition: "BROCK!" David and Scott both recognized him at once. The stud, who had inspired a couple of fantasy jack-offs for David and who three nights ago had turned Scott's ass a bright shade of red which was only now starting to fade, was standing before them in full leather gear.
"BOYS!" Brock barked. "If you wish to become the MEN of LeaDR House one day, you will follow the rules until your final initiation this spring.
"At 7 a.m. this morning, you will return to your dorms, pack your belongings and move them into LeaDR House. You will each move into the room assigned to your Big Brother." Brock threw a large, shallow wicker basket onto the ground with a giant flannel pillow inside of it. "CARTER! What is this?" Brock barked.
"It's a dog bed," the red-head answered
"Wrong on two counts, boy. It's a pledge bed. You and each of your pledge brothers will sleep in a bed like this one at the foot of your Big Brother's bed . . . Unless, of course, your Big Brother invites you to sleep in his bed." There was a chorus of wicked chuckles from the upperclassmen standing behind the pledgemaster.
"The second reason your answer is wrong, boy, is that you forgot to say 'sir.' Whenever you are addressed by an upperclasman of this chapter, you will precede and follow your response with the word, 'sir.'
"Stand up, Carter! NOW!" The boy leaped to his feet. "Since you failed to say 'sir', you can show the rest of your pledge brothers what happens to boys who don't obey the rules."
A look of fear flashed through the red-head's eyes as the leather master grabbed the back of his neck and shoved him forward. "Grab your ankles!" the pledgemaster ordered.
Carter did so and felt the boxers he had been wearing jerked down. He saw them land on the floor around his ankles and knew that his hairless, round ass was exposed to his pledge brothers. Between his legs, he could see Brock's boot-clad legs and feet. Then he saw the pledgemaster's hand reach down and pull the riding crop from the left boot. Carter's eyes bulged in disbelief. Jesus, he was going to be whipped like a horse. What had he got himself into?
WSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST! The crop came down onto Carter's ass and the boy's screams bounced off the basement walls.
WSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST! Another crack and the young man was crying. Humiliated both by his situation and his tears, his face was turning as red as his ass.
WSSSSSSSSSSSSST! WSSSSSSSSSSSST!!! God, Brock loved spanking ass. He was an expert at it and so, in his senior year, he was an easy and unanimous choice to be pledgemaster.
WSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST! Carter was a sobbing, red-assed mess when the blows ended. He remained standing bent over, however, holding onto his ankles.
"That's it men. Five blows to your ass with whatever instrument I or the brother you have offended deems worthy and readily available. Does it hurt when you get beat, Carter?"
"Ooooh, yes" the boy managed to breathe between sobs.
Brock grinned. "Scott, what was wrong with Carter's answer?"
"Sir, he should have said, 'Sir, yes, sir' sir," Scott replied carefully.
"Exactly. Travis, what is the penalty for failure to address an upperclassman properly?"
"Sir, five blows to the ass, sir" said a tall kid on end of the pledge line. David noted that, even kneeling, Travis towered over the other pledges. Standing, he must have been 6'6" or 6'7.
WSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST! The crop was sailing through the air again and, five blows later, Carter managed to maintain just enough of his senses to respond "Sir, yes, sir!" when asked if he had had enough.
Brock continued with the rules for pledges. They were to wear nothing but their underwear whenever they were in LeaDR House. They would engage in a minimum of two hours of study in the house's library and one hour of training in the house's gym each day. If given an order by an upperclassman, they were expected to follow it. The only person who could excuse them from following an upperclassman's orders was their Big Brother. And no one could excuse them from an order giving by their own Big Brother.
"Finally," Brock said, "in addition to the group pledge activities here in LeaDR House, you will each be required to pass a special test. Each of you will have a different test and your test will be devised by your Big Brother.
"Now, boys, it's time to meet your Big Brothers. Will the Big Brothers please approach their new little brothers."
Eight of the senior LeaDR's stepped forward. The men seemed so huge and masculine to the eight freshmen kneeling on the basement floor. It seemed impossible to believe that in four years of college, their own bodies might mature and develop to be equally impressive.
One by one, the eight seniors quietly stepped up to stand in front of their kneeling brothers. Carter's Big Brother was a big beefy blond in tight, faded jeans. Travis got the quarterback from the football team. Kurt's Big Brother was a studious type with glasses and black hair parted perfectly, but his clothes barely hid the fact that his trim body was lined with muscle from his hours in the gym.
As Brock stepped forward, David quietly hoped that the leather-clad pledgemaster would stop before him. His heart sank a little, though, as Brock passed him by to stand before Scott. For his part, Scott was ecstatic. He had dreamed of Brock since the pledge party.
Then, two feet stopped before David and the young man looked up into the face of . . . Josh. Damn! The fraternity president was his Big Brother. He might only be a pledge, but even David knew that the president of the fraternity wasn't going to take just any guy for his little brother. The president must have seen something of promise in David and it made the young man proud.
On some sort of cue which David missed, all of the Big Brothers unzipped or unbuttoned their pants. (Or in Brock's case, he moved aside his leather jock.) Eight large, senior cocks flopped out.
"Look closely at the cocks in front of you, boys," Brock said. "Examine them...but don't touch them! Look closely. Memorize every detail. Make sure that you would recognize that cock if you saw it again."
The pledges stared at the beefy senior meat. It was all David could do to keep from drooling as he examined Josh's cock. Half-hard, it was about 6.5 inches and still dangled down. When it was fully hard and jutting out, David wondered how much more it would grow. The shaft was alabaster white with a blue vein bulging along the top. The circumcised head was large with a bright red rim. Josh's balls were big and the brown hair that surrounded them looked so soft.
"Time's up," Brock announced and the big cocks disappeared. "All right boys, pay attention. This will be your first test as LeaDR pledges. The bond between you and your Big Brother is essential to your success as a LeaDR. The two of you must trust each other completely. You must know each other totally. There can be no secrets between a pledge and his Big Brother. Tonight, we will test how closely you were paying attention to your Big Brother, how intent you were on getting to know him. Follow me."
Brock led the pledges behind a partitioned wall into a small room off to the side of the basement. The wall had eight softball-sized holes cut into it at about waist height. It didn't take a genius to figure out the purpose of the holes. "Find your names, boys. Each of you has an assigned hole. Find it and kneel before it."
There was a brief flurry of confused activity as the men sought out their holes. When they had all found their spot, Brock continued.
"Now boys, tonight you are going to see eight cocks. Each of the Big Brothers will stick his cock through one of these holes. Only one of them, however, will stick his meat through the hole belonging to his little brother. If the cock in front of you belongs to your Big Brother, suck it. If it doesn't, leave it alone. When the brother getting sucked off blows his wad, the Big Brothers will all change places. It's as simple as that.
"Of course, if you suck a cock that isn't your Big Brother's, you will be punished. And if you fail to suck your Big Brother's cock, you will be SEVERELY punished. Understood?"
"SIR, YES SIR!" the pledges chanted as one.
"Good. Let's party," Brock said and walked out of the side room.
David concentrated hard on the long white cock with the cut head and the big blue vein. Scott grinned. He knew that Brock had cut him some slack on this test. The big stud's cock would have been pretty noticeable anyway, what with the blonde pubes and all. But Brock had further distinguished his meat by shaving his balls and most of his pubic hair. The blonde thatch above the base of his cock extended only 1 inch up his abdomen. Aside from that, Brock was smooth as a whistle.
Suddenly eight cocks popped through the holes and, just as suddenly, three boys started sucking. David could hear the shouts from the other side of the wall. "Whoooo! I got a sucker here!" "Hot damn, Sam, your little brother's got a hot mouth!" "I hope this kid saves some of this action for his Big Brother!" "Hmmmmm. I guess my little brother doesn't recognize me yet." "Hey, Brock, don't hurt my little brother too much tonight!" The guys were shouting out encouragement and criticism, trying to confuse the boys behind the wall.
David knew, however, that the brownish-colored cock in front of him wasn't Josh's. In fact, looking around, he was pretty sure that Josh's cock was sticking out of the hole to his left. He couldn't be sure though, because it was hard to see around the head of the blonde kid sucking on it. David didn't know who the kid was. He'd never seen him before tonight, but he didn't look old enough to be in college. He was barely 5 feet tall with golden blonde hair and a round little face. He looked like a kid-brother out of the movies. Only, the way he was sucking cock, it would have to be a porn movie. The kid looked like the meat in his mouth was the first food he'd seen in days and he was enjoying it thoroughly. From the moans coming from the other side of the wall, so was the Big Brother. David pressed an ear to the wall. Were those Josh's moans, he wondered.
The cock popped a load into the kid's mouth and slid back out of the hole. The kid leaned back on his heels and smiled at David as he wiped the cum from his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," he sighed. The other two cocksuckers finished soon after and then a fresh batch of eight cocks appeared in the holes.
The one in front of David was about 8 inches long, rock hard, alabaster white, cut with a red rim and a big blue vein. And it appeared to have a trace of spit and cum on it . . . from the blonde next to David, no doubt. "Great," David thought. "He's just finished shooting a load, so I'll have to work even harder to get a second blast out of him."
On the pledge side of the partition, six of the freshmen watched as David slurped and sucked and tongued the meaty cock in the hole. He tried to put on a good show for them. He could hear the men on the other side of the wall whooping it up. Then, out of the corner of his left eye, he realized the blonde kid was sucking another cock. "Guess he's indecisive," David thought as he continued his assault on the meaty cock.
David licked under the ridge of the head. Feeling the cock jump and twitch in his mouth. He also heard a loud thump as the man he was sucking (Josh, he knew) fell against the partition and moaned. David kept sucking. Up and down the white shaft his lips traveled. Spit and precum trailed in the wake of his suctioning mouth, only to be slurped up again as he made the return trip. He opened his throat and felt the head traveling deep inside him. He was doing all he could and he knew Josh was loving it, but he couldn't get the stud cock to cum. His eyes were watering and he was snorting for breath through his nose as he silently cursed the cock-hungry blonde next to him. Sucking, sucking, he was practically dizzy from the lack of air and the constant rocking back and forth on the meaty cock. His tongue was playing every trick he knew and a lot that he was making up. His fingered the big balls with the soft brown fur. Jesus, he thought. Please cum, Josh. Please cum.
A note passed through the wall at Scott's hole as David continued to suck. The young pledge read the note from Big Brother Brock and got up to walk behind David. He grabbed the back of his pledge brother's head and shoved him hard up against the wall. David's lips were plastered to the plywood and the cock inside his mouth slipped down his throat. David grunted around the cock and, on the other side of the wall, Josh moaned loud.
Then, the frat president's hips and cock took control over his mind. He began slamming his cock into the hole, face-fucking his little brother brutally. He could hear the grunts and gags on the other side of the wall but he didn't give a damn. He was hot as hell, his body was trembling and he needed to blow his nut. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! OOOooooooooh!" Josh grunted and moaned. Then, with an echoing "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YEAH DAVID SUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKING FRAT COCK NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he blew his blistering load down the pledge's throat.
Josh pulled his cock through the hole and half hoped but only half that none of the other pledges would suck his meat tonight. He'd already blown two loads in short order. He needed to relax a bit.
Back on the pledge side of the wall, David fell back and wiped the cum from his lips, gasping for air.
"I'm sorry man. They told me to do it," Scott whispered to his buddy.
"That's OK. Thanks. I'd still be sucking if you hadn't helped out," David said.
Then, from his left, David heard, "Way to suck, man! That was totally hot!"
David grinned at the blonde kid. "Thanks. I'm David."
"I'm Peter." About that time, eight new cocks popped through the wall. The one in front of Peter was uncut, but the kid was opening his mouth and getting ready to suck it down anyway.
"Woah, man!" David whispered. "Don't you even know whether your Big Brother is cut or not."
"Oh hell, I know which one is my brother. I haven't seen him yet."
"Then why are you sucking? You're not supposed to. It's against the rules."
"Fuck that!" Peter said. "I spent 18 years living by the rules at home, my dad's fucking rules. I did everything he wanted and tried to be something I'm not. To hell with that, I'm in college now. I live by the rules I want to live by. I'm not going to deny myself some hot greek cock just because of a lame rule. Besides, from what I've seen, the punishments around here are pretty hot." With that, Peter winked at David and inhaled the fat, uncut meat in front of him. There was a moan from the other side of the wall.
The parade of cocks continued. David and Scott had each sucked only one cock. Most of the guys had sucked two or three. Peter, true to his word, had sucked all eight of them.
At about 6:30 a.m, the test was over and the pledges returned (with sore knees and aching jaws) to the main room. Brock stood before them, still in his master gear.
"David and Scott," he said. "You both did well. You obviously examined your Brothers' cocks thoroughly." He winked at Scott. "Kurt and Jeffrey, you both sucked a couple of extra cocks. I have suggested to your Big Brothers that they spend private time with you so that you might become more familiar with them.
"Carter, Travis and Joey," Brock's voice turned stern. "You FAILED . . . miserably. Carter, Joey, you each sucked two cocks. Travis, you sucked three cocks including mine, you big dumb fuck. My cock doesn't look anything like Ryan's. He's got fucking black hair!! Yet you all failed to get the one that belonged to your Big Brother. You will be dealt with harshly." If anyone had looked
and, in fact, Scott did they would have seen Brock's meat swell up in the leather jock at the thought of punishing the three pledges.
"And Peter . . . Peter, you sucked every fucking cock that came through that hole. Now, boy, I don't believe you're stupid, like our buddy Travis here. I think you got a serious craving. We'll address that this afternoon, as well."
"But now, boys, it's time for you to get back to your dorms and get your stuff packed. I'd hurry up if I were you and try to get back before the rest of the campus wakes up. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be seen sneaking into my dorm room in my Fruit-of-the-Looms with dried cum dripping down my chest.
"Be back here by 8 a.m. And DON'T be late."
The boys took off like a shot!
The adventures of the men of LDR House continue in Chapter 4.