Groups of people vary just as individuals do. The composition of the group includes the individual members' subconscious needs. Sometimes these needs are more similar from member to member, in fact, it is possible that the similarity of subconscious needs binds the members together stamping the group with a subconscious agenda. The group seeks to fulfill these collective needs involving every member's participation, though no one in the group is fully aware of what is happening. This was at the root of what happened in the frat house of Lambda Gamma Kappa starting with a new frat brother. The frat boys all subconsciously followed an agenda to satisfy their secret needs the day they accepted Bruce in their midst. Bruce was not like the other frat boys in the house. He was not as muscular, not as rugged and definitely not as hairy. He had beautiful blond hair and piercing blue eyes that made him look boyishly handsome. The day he was accepted, they told him that he would have to pass through an initiation in three days. He agreed with some apprehension, but he wanted to belong so badly, that he swallowed and said yes. >From that minute on, a sort of nervous excitement gripped the house. Everybody was looking forward to initiating the newcomer. At first, they didn't know just what they were going to do. The stupid old initiation rites didn't seem to fit for Bruce. They had to have something new. It was Brad, the top football player who came up with a malicious plan. They would make Bruce dress up like a girl and serve them dinner. This turned up the volume on their collective excitement. It was like some sort of secret passion that was building in the frat house. They divvied the tasks of getting the clothes, wig, makeup, perfume, shoes and jewelry for Bruce. There was a collective heat mounting among them. Fantasies were set off in each member's head, though each member thought that he alone felt this excitement. When they saw Bruce around the house something stirred in each and every one of them. The day came. They all gathered in the living room and summoned Bruce. As Bruce entered the room he felt that awesome, hot force that was emanating from the brothers. Brad took the lead, as he always did. "So, today you will be initiated, Cindy. That is your name for today. You are going to dress like Cindy and serve us dinner as Cindy." The frat brothers all breathed heavily watching Bruce, who stood there smiling trying to digest Brad's words. "Go to my room, Cindy. You'll find everything you need there on my bed. Oh, and take a nice shower and shave your whole fuckin' body before you get dressed. Yeah, don't forget the enema!" Bruce was relieved that he wasn't going to be pissed on or get his face shoved in the toilet or some other hackneyed initiation rite. He had dressed as a girl before, for Halloween, and so this was a piece of cake, he thought. He showered and shaved his body. The boys had put some skin cream out for him to use and he applied it lavishly. He found the perfume and the makeup, the earrings and the lace panties that had a snap on the bottom. He wondered what that was for. He dressed and applied the makeup as best he could. He put on the earrings and the wig, stepped into the high heeled shoes and put on the false nails. Looking in the mirror, he was startled to see a sexy blond slut with false nails and curved calves in high heeled shoes. He took a deep breath and returned to the living room where the brothers were waiting impatiently. "Man!" said Steve, "Cindy, you are gorgeous!" Calvin, the basketball star: "Walk around the room for us, babe, and show us your stuff!" Cindy walked around the room several times and even sat on some guys' laps and batted her eye lashes at them, cooing. A sort of nervous laugh circled the room. The boys weren't sure that this was going the right way. Indeed, Cindy was attractive as their new bitch. Most of the boys started to feel nervous reactions in their crotches. Just the thought that Cindy was really Bruce seemed to satisfy a lot of subconscious needs in that room. They suddenly realized that there was ample time until dinner, which was being brought in, since they hadn't been so sure that Bruce could cook. They looked at each other sheepishly not knowing where to go from there. A strange but almost poisonous silence befell them. Finally, Calvin, the black basketball player spoke: "Maybe, since Cindy is new here, maybe she should tell us how she feels as a girl. Like, each one of us could interview her in private and then we can share our notes at dinner." "Great idea, dude," added Brad. "And I will interview her first! Come with me, Cindy." This idea was just what the frat boys had been percolating all the time. Some of the brothers noticed the growing bulge in Brad's loose shorts. Cindy followed Brad back to his room, where she had dressed. "Sit down, bitch!" Brad commanded harshly. All of Brad's chairs were piled high with books and clothes. Not seeing any other place free but the unmade bed, she sat there. Brad came over and sat next to her. Silence reigned. Then, unexpectedly Brad put his arm around Cindy's shoulders. "Well, Cindy, what's it like? Do you like being our girl today?" Brad's sharp tone had softened. He seemed truly concerned. Cindy looked at him. Dang! What a handsome stud sitting there with his strong, double bicep'ed arm around her shoulders. This jock sported a dark brown flattop and had a square face with a one-day stubble. His neck and shoulder muscles were well developed and his biceps were as thick as some peoples' thighs. A thick forest of hair covered his massive chest. Cindy really felt like a girl now in the protection of a virile hunk. She just stared into his eyes and batted her eyelashes looking meek and helpless. "You are gorgeous as a girl, Cindy, you really are." Cindy smelled the strong whiff of alcohol on Brad's breath. Until now, she hadn't noticed how heavily the brothers had been drinking that day. His mouth came closer and closer to hers. "You are gorgeous, gorgeous..." He was kissing her. He pulled her fully to himself with all of his muscular might. Cindy started stroking his hazel brown hair and let him kiss her. They made out for a while before Brad directed her hand to his crotch. She felt the hard bone under the smooth fabric of his nylon shorts. She squeezed it. He moaned. Bruce had never had sex with anybody before. He didn't know what to do. Sure, he had jerked off, but he was now scared of what was happening, and he suddenly realized that he was no longer Bruce but Cindy and was about to get to know his ten frat brothers from a completely new side, one at a time. He realized that that electric force that had met him when he entered the living room still Bruce was what had driven the collective will of the frat house for the past three days, ending in an undeniable tension. "Jerk, me, Cindy, jerk me," urged the muscular football hunk. Cindy's nailed fingers were trying to find the drawstring of Brad's shorts with his long nailed fingers. But Brad was already moving to get the shorts down. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, no briefs, no jock, nothing. His long, hard, slightly curved, fat bone stood there. Cindy started to jerk him slowly, working her hand up and down the wood. "That is awesome, Cindy, just awesome," he moaned. Suddenly, Cindy felt the power she was gaining over Brad. She would squeeze less and he begged for more. She would only touch it lightly and he implored her to be harder. Someone knocked on the door. "How's the interview going?" came a voice that sounded like Steve. "Ah, great, great -- just need a little more time. Be done soon!" Brad screamed at the locked door. "Cindy, baby, that is great. Can you kiss it, baby, just kiss my dick?" Cindy smiled. She had read of blowjobs and she knew that that is what Brad wanted. But she also knew that if she played her cards right, she would gain control over him and maybe the whole frat house." It would mess up my lipstick, Brad. And I don't want to leave a red spot on your dick." Brad knew that she was stalling but he wanted it bad and he also knew that the other boys were anxiously waiting to interview their new girl. "Listen, Cindy, if you do this for me, I'll do anything you want, okay. Tomorrow I'll help you with anything you want, baby, just kiss my dick for me now." "Anything, stud? Anything?" "Yeah, I promise, I really do." Cindy got down on her knees in front of Brad. Looking at the boner from her vantage point it looked enormous. And it was stiff as a rock and pulsating furiously. Precum oozed out the piss slit. She bent forth and kissed it gently on the piss slit and sucked in the precum. Brad moaned. Then Cindy let herself go and she swallowed the meat half way down. Her bright red lips squeezed the fat boner. Suddenly, Brad started squirting his juice into her mouth. At first, she wanted to spit it out but then she decided to swallow it all. Brad was watching her in absolute awe. He had been with girls before and they had eventually given him a blow job, but with hesitation and had pulled away when he started to cum. He just stared at Cindy and felt a mixture of his own power and some love for this girl who was swallowing his manhood. Cindy looked up at Brad to see the expression in his eyes. He smiled at her with approval. She continued to swallow his sperm. Suddenly he didn't want to share her with the other frat brothers, but he knew he had to. Jealousy started to creep into his heart. Cindy stood up. "I think my first interview is over, right? I have nine more to do today before I serve you all dinner." "Do you have to be interviewed by the other guys today? Really?" "Yeah, Brad, that is part of the initiation, isn't it?" Brad knew that she was right and he knew that Calvin would be the next "interviewer". Someone was already knocking on the door. They tried the knob but the door was locked. "We're coming!" Brad roared upset with himself. Cindy redid her lipstick before the mirror, smoothed her skirt and left the room. Brad sat despondent on the bed watching her beautiful butt as she left the room. Calvin was already waiting. She followed him to his room. Unlike Brad's room, Calvin's was neat and tidy. There weren't a pile of books on all the chairs. She sat demurely in an armchair with her legs crossed looking at him. Calvin pulled up a study chair and faced her up close. "So, how did the interview with Brad go, Cindy?" "Well, I came to know him pretty well. He is very strong, you know, and he was very excited." Calvin understood the code all too well. "Well, baby, then let's not waste any time. Come sit in my lap so that I can get to know you just as well." Cindy stood up and sat in Calvin's lap. His arms were strong. "You gonna kiss me, babe?" he asked. She kissed him and felt his pole stiffen under her. They made out just as before with Brad. Calvin's hard wong turned into a rod of steel and poked Cindy's butt through his basketball shorts. She pulled her skirt up and felt his hard meat against her butt cheeks. Then she realized why the panties had the snap button. She carefully caressed Calvin's handsome face and kissed him, batting her lashes and moaning softly. He was gyrating in his chair working his bone against her butt. But she didn't move to help him out. The darkness of his face made his eyes and teeth seem whiter than normal. She couldn't help thinking but how handsome and manly he was. "Damn, babe, I want all of you!" he said. "I wanna get inside ya, babe!" "Are you sure, dude? Are you sure? I don't think I can do that." "But babe, I'll do anything for you. I will. Whatever you want." Cindy was winning her next "helper". "Just let me slip it in for a second or two, babe, and I will do whatever you ask tomorrow." Cindy hesitated on purpose leaving Calvin to squirm. He was reaching down to her panties and searching for the snap. "Only if you are my protector from now on, Calvin. And I won't tell anyone what we did." He nodded like a puppy, a huge, masculine puppy. She found the snap herself and raised her butt just enough for him to slip his shorts down. She grabbed the bone with her hand. It was bigger and fatter than Brad's. Calvin was already unscrewing a jar of Vaseline. "Here, use this, babe." She put some Vaseline on his fat dick and up her pucker. Then slowly, very slowly she sat on it. The big steel rod slid in causing her stinging pain. But he was so hot that he immediately started shooting his load. He was groaning so loud that she was afraid that everyone in the house would hear him. Someone knocked on the door: "You all right in there?" "Yeah, yeah ..." he screamed. He shot a lot of sperm into her hole but soon stopped shaking and she knew that he was done. Cindy got off the stud's lap. A little cum was dripping out of her butt hole. She scooped it up and licked it off her fingers. The big black athlete stared at her in awe, just as Brad had. He had never had such service from a girl. He knew that he wanted this again, but he wanted it when he had more time and could hold out longer and fuck her good. Cindy snapped the button shut and pulled her short skirt down. "I have to go to another interview, stud. See you at dinner." Patrick was the next interviewer. A surly redhead, the head of the soccer team and a part-time wrestler, he was known for his hot temper She found him in the living room watching a porn film with the other jocks. "You ready to interview me, Pat?" "Sure am!" He jumped up. "Come on!" She saw the tent in his pants. Once in his room, she sat on his bed and just looked at him standing in front of her. He stood there before her just rubbing his bone. She looked down at the floor, feigning propriety. "Listen, Cindy, I was just watching a porn film and I need to jack off. You're a man. I'm sure you understand that. And just looking at you there, man! You fuckin' turn me on. You are beautiful and you fuckin' know it. Tell me, you know it, don't you?" She was still feigning. "I guess so, Pat, I guess so." "Look at me, bitch! You are our girl today and we are gonna initiate you into the brotherhood. So get used to it! We accepted you as you are, bitch! And you are fuckin' gorgeous! We need you that way ...." Patrick's conscious was starting to fish in his subconscious. "Damn, I mean, we have needed you here for some time. Look at me!!!" He was almost screaming. Someone knocked on the door: "Is she giving you a hard time, Pat?" "Naw, she's gonna put out, I mean get out soon!" he roared back. He turned back to Cindy. He had his bone out and was jerking. "Look at this! Look at this Cindy. It's yours! Take it! Come on!" Cindy just looked and feigned shock. "Aw, come on, Cindy, be a bro! Jerk me!" "Oh, Pat, what am I getting into? What if the other guys knew what you want me to do. I AM a man, you know, even if I am a girl today. I wouldn't want to tell them what you want of me." Patrick's face was red with fury. Without thinking he slapped her and pulled her face into his crotch. He was trying to force his bone into her mouth but was getting lipstick all over his groin. She was resisting. Another knock told him that his time was limited. "Listen, Cindy bitch, you suck it a little and I'll do whatever you want from now on, okay?" He was desperate. She had heard these words before. A tear trickled down her cheek from the rough treatment. Patrick was frightened. He hadn't meant to hurt her. "Listen, I will be nice to you. You will be my number one, dude, just suck it a little." "Only if you keep your word," Cindy sniffed. "I will, dude, I will. Now suck!" Cindy kissed his wood tenderly on the piss slit and started to suck the head. It didn't take long. Like his frat brothers, he was so horny from three days of expectations that he soon came in her mouth. Just like with Brad, she swallowed it ostentatiously, letting him enjoy seeing her ingest his juice while looking up into his eyes. She had understood that the real chicks didn't do this and that this gave the man some sort of desire to own and protect her. After all, she had some of him inside her. She quickly stood up and rearranged herself, fixing her lip stick, and getting ready for the next "interview". She was learning to walk in the high heels and learning to let her butt sway just a bit from side to side in a sort of grind. She went to the living room to see who her next "interviewer" would be. The seven other frat bros were there watching Patrick's porn. Most of them were boned and she saw that. "You pick, Cindy," Steve said. "Well, then you, Steve stud!" Everyone chuckled. They went to Steve's room and sat on the bed. "How do you like being a girl, Cindy?" "Well, I'm really getting to know my new frat brothers pretty well. They are all different and what they want is different, too." "What do you mean?" "Just what I said. Brad, Calvin, and Patrick all wanted different things. But I think I satisfied them all. What is it that you want?" Steve was the most naïve of the lot. He seemed baffled by the ambiguous conversation. They both sat there in silence for a while. Cindy studied his face. He was brawny and rugged. Steve was from the countryside. A white boy with solid shoulders from hard work in the yard, he had come to college two years ago and was still trying to figure out the world. His bone was still there, though, talking for him. Cindy decided to make this interview move along. She put her long-nailed hand on his crotch and squeezed a bit. "So what do you want, Steve stud?" Steve shuddered. Cindy was really a boy, not a girl, but he looked so much like a girl. Deep down inside, Steve had always wanted to have sex with a man, but he was repressing it. And here was a chick with a dick who was asking him what he wanted. He just looked at her in silence. Then he put his hand on top of hers and pressed it into his whopper. A slimy spot appeared in his sweat pants right over his penis. "I guess I want you to play with me, Cindy. But don't tell anyone. They don't have to know. It will be our secret and I will always stand by you here in the fraternity. Don't worry." Cindy had a fourth protector. She surprised herself. She pulled his sweatpants down and kneeled in front of him. He had a nice piece of meat -- nothing extraordinary, but nice and hard and full of excitement. She held his hardon in her hand and squeezed it lightly, looking up into his eyes for encouragement. He nodded. She took him in her mouth and sucked a while. He was more patient than the others and was enjoying it. She stood up, turned around and lifted up her skirt and unsnapped the snap, exposing her butt hole. She sat on him and let his stiff prick slide inside her. Calvin's cum was still there acting as lube. This really turned Steve on. She bucked and bucked for about five minutes. A soft groan told her that he was unloading his gizz in her butt. She smiled. When he was done, she straightened up and got ready for her fifth interview. This time it was Peter. Peter was from Jamaica, a well educated mulatto with a mixture of Jamaican and British accent. His body was nicely proportioned, sinewy and muscular without that gym sculpted look. Cindy's courage was up. She led the way to his room, letting him feast his eyes on her grinding behind. They had hardly entered the room and had the door shut when Peter just grabbed her and kissed her. She smelled the heavy rum in his breath. "I know what those guys have been doing with you, baby. I heard them moan and roar. And now it's my turn, baby." He kissed her again, this time with his tongue. His hands were all over her butt. He was about to add a third load to the cum already in her bunghole. "I want that hole, baby, I want it bad!" He was hugging her. His warmth and strength felt very good. "What will you do to get it, stud?" "Anything!" "That's what I want -- you promise to protect me in the future and do anything for me and you can have it." "I'm yours, baby, I'm your man from now on." He carried her to the bed and laid her on her back, he pulled up her legs and as her skirt fell back he admired the lace panties. Then he saw the snap button. He chuckled. "Calvin bought the panties for you, baby, and now I know why!" He unsnapped the button and studied the pucker that was vacillating in anticipation. He yanked his hard dick out of his shorts, spat on it and went right for the target. The pucker was ready and yielded to the manhood of this Caribbean stud. He was ready to fuck for a while. But Cindy had figured out how to shorten this -- she squeezed that nasty little pucker around the pole, let it slack, and then squeezed again. These constrictions soon brought him to his climax. He was jolting like crazy inside her taut hole. "Oh, baby, oh, baby, you got the best of me! Next time I'll last longer, I promise!" She smiled. She now knew that this was not her last day as Cindy. The frat boys had secretly wanted this kind of in-house service for a long time. The group had sought and found a solution to its needs. Her next visit to the living room surprised her. Brad and Calvin had returned and were watching the porn with the others. They had been conferring but she didn't know what they had been talking about. "Sam, Max, and Don want to interview you together, bitch! Just help `em understand this thing, okay?" said Brad. "Which room?" she asked. "We'll go to my room," said Don. Don's room was on the third floor. Cindy climbed the stairs ahead of the trio, swinging her hips and purring. Once in the room, she sat on a chair and waited to see what would happen. Max stepped forward and casually unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down, and stood there in his bulging jock. "Listen, Cindy, Brad and Calvin confessed what they did with you. It's all right. The whole fraternity accepts this situation. We need you as our frat bro cause we need to love you. Like, not only today. You will be our Cindy from now on, dude, all we need is to get off with you right now." Don and Sam had both quickly undressed and stood there naked, sporting hard rods. They were stoking and admiring each other's hardons. "We gonna tag fuck ya, bitch, taking turns at your holes. So unsnap the snap in you r panties and get on your knees." Max was rubbing his sweaty jock pouch fiendishly. He pulled out his long dick and showed it to Cindy. "Nice, huh?" Cindy nodded. She went down on him. Don and Sam began slapping her face with their bones. "Okay, you two, take her mouth. I get the hole! Get your butt up, bitch!" Max went to her rear, lifted up her skirt and fingered the pucker while Sam and Don took turns with her mouth. Max pressed the tip of his dick against her asshole and pressed some more. The cum inside had lubed her up nicely and he soon slid in to the hilt. They worked like a well oiled machine, first Max, then Sam, then Don at her asshole while the other two enjoyed their blowjobs until it was their turn at the asshole again. Cindy enjoyed the taste of her own asshole and the cum of the other studs as she gave them head. But one by one they started to gizz -- first Sam in her face, then Don in the bunghole and finally Max in the bunghole as well. When they were done, they stood back and looked at Cindy like a masterpiece of their creation. Don wiped the cum off her face with a towel and they helped her stand up and button the snap for the last "interviews". She applied fresh lipstick and freshened up her powder using the mirror over Don's dresser. Back in the living room, David and Ron immediately stood up. Throwing wood they led the way to Ron's room on the second floor. They were known as the twins, cause they looked so much alike and were both from Puerto Rico, though they weren't really related. They smiled at her and touched her all over. "Nice, veerrry nice!" Ron said with his Spanish accent. "I like what I see!" Cindy smiled back at them. They were examining her like an object that they were about to use. "You ever been doubledicked before, baby?" David asked. Cindy shook her head to say no and then added: "Until today I had never been dicked at all!" "Well," said Ron, "times change!" She nodded yes. They had their meat out and gently pushed her to her knees. "Time to suck, baby, time to suck dicks for you, baby. Then we doubledick your sweet hole." She sucked both dicks, sometimes with the head of both in her mouth at the same time. She marveled at the caramel colored wongs, stiff as all hell, both big and fat. She sucked each one deep into her throat, pressing her bright red lips around the shafts. After about ten minutes they were ready to fuck. "Geet up on the bed, baby, on your hands and knees," David ordered. She obeyed him. He pulled up her short skirt and examined the laced panties. It took him a few minutes to find the snap but he did and undid it, exposing her asshole. He stuck his long, curved dick in and then climbed up standing on the bed over her but with his dick still inside, pulling her pucker upward. This left room for Ronaldo, standing on the floor, to get his wood into the hole below David's. Once they were inside, they started to fuck her in harmony. It hurt like all fucking hell but she was glad that they were enjoying it. This situation was, however, not good for a long fuck, cause it excited them too much. Within five minutes they were squirting their Puertorican juice into the battered hole and moaning. Once they were done, David said: "Time for you to get off, Cindy. Jerk for us!" She didn't need much encouragement or much time. She pulled her dick out of her panties. Within ten strokes it was squirting juice. She shuddered for pleasure. They went back to the living room. Brad stepped forward: "I think that all the interviews went very well and that we have a new member here in the fraternity. Cindy, you don't have to serve the dinner. I think you've served enough today. The food is in the kitchen. Let's all just dig in!" On the way into the kitchen, Brad put his big, hairy hand on Cindy's butt and said: "After dinner I want what Calvin got, babe. And you're spending the night in my bed, got me?" Cindy turned to Brad and put her arms around his neck, sighed "Yes, Brad" and kissed him. She was looking forward to his cum in her hole. She hoped that he would spend the whole night fucking her and holding her in his strong arms.