Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2002 02:46:14 -0800
From: Shawn Webb <webb025@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Frat Control Experiment, Parts I-III

The Frat Control Experiment
Parts I-III

by: webb025@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are
offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this.


I.


Sigma Lambda Alpha had a reputation as one of the most prestigious and
selective fraternities on campus. It was somewhat unusual in that it didn't
specialize in just jocks, or rich prep types, but rather admitted the best
of both. Sig Lams did better academically than members of any other frat at
the school. For many years, its roster produced the most distinguished
alumni, assuring a generous endowment for future years.

>From the outside, Sig Lam appeared to carry out the activities of a normal
frat. This year, it had begun to select pledge candidates, had the
occasional party, and its members behaved quite normally when not at the
house. But unknown to the outside world, Sig Lam had recently fallen victim
to a mysterious force that was using the frat to perform mind experiments
with growing skill, as well as to satisfy some quite perverse sexual
desires. Most of the brothers were totally unaware of this, although some
knew there was something odd about their own personal situations that they
couldn't explain. In any event, they seemed unable to say anything about it
to each other or to anyone else.

A tour of the house would reveal the odd results of these experiments. In
Room 12, for example, lived Bill McPherson, ranked near the top of his
class, and junior class president. Everything about him seemed to define a
solid normalcy. His father had also been a Sig Lam, and remained active in
the frat's financial affairs. But there was one unusual thing about Bill:
every day, after getting back from his last class or student government
meeting, Bill was compelled to spend one hour, motionless, as a fixture or
piece of furniture somewhere in the frat. Most days, he would kneel sideways
next to the third urinal on the first floor, and as the brothers came in,
they would casually use him as they would any other urinal. When his hour
was up, he would clean up and return to his room. On another occasion, he
had to act as a decorative statue, posing motionless, flexing in a Speedo on
a platform in the television lounge. Once he had been forced to act as a
coatrack during a party for the members, and once he lay naked on a landing
on the stairs, and was stepped on by each brother on his way up or down.

No one in Sig Lam ever seemed to notice what Bill was doing. To them, while
he was fulfilling his compulsion, he was just a natural part of the
environment.

In Room 14 lived Thomas and Dominic Parks. These identical twins were on the
swim team, and had the classic swimmer's build, lean and muscled. Both were
blond, 5'10", and smooth all over their chests and legs. Since they were on
the same team, and shared many classes, they were often seen together, and
it was difficult to tell them apart. But once they arrived in their room,
things changed. The minute Tom arrived, he had to remove all his clothes; he
was prohibited from wearing anything in the room. When Dom arrived, Tom
crawled over to him and licked his shoes. Then Tom would have to undress Dom
and put his clothes away. If Dom had had a bad day, he might punch or kick
Tom or push Tom around, which Tom secretly enjoyed. Tom also had to satisfy
Dom sexually in any way Dom desired. And as Dom's desires grew more and more
extreme, Tom's hunger to be humiliated only grew.

At night, Dom would sleep on the bed, while Tom would sleep on the floor at
Dom's feet. Sometimes Tom would lie awake for hours, staring up at the edge
of the bed and wishing he could sniff or lick Dom's feet, but he was afraid
if he were caught he would be severely punished. Tom worshipped his brother.
While Tom felt he was horribly flawed, he knew that Dom was perfect. Tom
knew he deserved to be punished and humiliated by Dom at all times when they
were in their room. Tom wished he could be like his perfect brother, but
knew he never could be. He vaguely remembered that they had once been
friends and equals back in high school, but that had all changed after they
had joined Sig Lam. For his part, Dom enjoyed having his pussy brother at
his beck and call, as his punching bag and foot slave. He wondered why he
never realized how much more of a man he was than Tom while they were in
high school.

In room 16 lived Charlie and Dan. Charlie was on the wrestling team; he was
in the 180 weight class, and was built accordingly, with a large chest and
big pecs. Every day after classes, Charlie had to make sure he got home
before his roommate Dan. He would run into the bathroom, apply makeup and
lipstick, then go into the bedroom and put on panties. He got no sexual
satisfaction from this, but he was fully convinced that his life in the
fraternity depended on his fooling Dan into thinking he was really Shirley,
Dan's girlfriend. Every day when Dan got back to the room, he was thrilled
and excited to find Shirley, mostly undressed, waiting to pleasure him. To
anyone else who looked into the room, there would have been the weird sight
of a built dark-haired wrestler with stubble on his chin, wearing women's
underwear and makeup, and being treated like a submissive girl by a thin,
boyish preppy. But to Dan, all he saw was Shirley. Dan loved Shirley, and he
found all of her exciting. He was a "tits" man, and loved to fondle and suck
on Shirley's well-formed ones as foreplay. While for some reason Shirley
would not let him fuck her in the regular sense, she seemed willing to have
him fuck her up the ass.

Dan occasionally wondered why Shirley wouldn't go out in public with him,
but he became more convinced that she would move in with him when he
graduated next June. And for some reason, as the weeks went by, Charlie was
coming more and more to the same conclusion; he HAD to move in permanently
with Dan so that Dan would never know his deception.

Room 19 had Steve and James, both prep types from New Jersey. Steve was
handsome but not model-quality stunning, dark haired, slim, about 5'11",
from a middle class family; James was also fairly good-looking, auburn hair,
somewhat better built, and about 6'2", from a wealthy family in the New York
suburbs. They were both straight, good students, and popular around campus.
There was no sexual attraction between them. The odd thing was that, since
they became roommates at Sig Lam, James found himself forced to obey
everything Steve told him to do, without question. As time went by James'
duties increased, to the point where he was doing the laundry, the cooking,
the driving, arranging the studying, going on errands, and even setting up
dates for Steve. Steve didn't know why it was happening, but with no
complaint from James, Steve was soon using every minute of James' free time
for his own benefit. James was also using his money to buy things that Steve
wanted, even borrowing from his father to pay Steve's tuition. Since his
father, while rich, had strict ideas about money, James knew he would have
to use all the money from his summer internship to repay the loan.

Neither Steve nor James seemed to think there was anything unusual about
this. As Steve's requirements increased, James simply buckled down and
worked harder. On those rare occasions when the thought popped into his head
that this was somehow wrong, he was unable to communicate this with anyone
else, and the thought eventually faded.

Like Room 19, Room 22 also had two good-looking but unexceptional roommates.
They went through each day, and even each evening in the room, perfectly
normally. They had only one quirk: once they began rooming together at Sig
Lam, each soon discovered he could not get to sleep without the aroma of his
roommate's feet near his nose. They slept head to toe in a single narrow bed
for this reason. When either one of them left campus, he had to take a bag
of his roommate's very ripe socks with him to be able to sleep anywhere.

On the top floor of the house, in Room 30, lived Lance, the president of the
fraternity. Lance was one of only two brothers in the house who knew
something was going on, and it was hardly a coincidence that he had been
elected president that year. The other brother in the know was John, the
frat's pledge master, who lived next door in room 31. His job was to find
the next generation of members that would serve the frat's purposes, as they
had come to be redefined. John's first find was Kevin, a freshman soccer
stud from Minnesota, 6' tall with Scandinavian innocent good looks and quite
muscular legs. His constant workouts had also given him an impressive
six-pack for the 17-year-old he was (having been admitted early). John had
decided to grant Kevin "probational early admission" to the fraternity as
well. Kevin wasn't sure at first, but after his first frat meeting he knew
he would do ANYTHING to become a Sig Lam.

Lance had moved Kevin into his room, and informed him that he was to become
Lance's personal helper for the next two months. If he successfully
accomplished that, he would become a member of the frat. Kevin started out
helping Lance with administrative work at the frat, but from week to week,
the jobs became more personal. It soon became clear to Kevin that Lance was
gay, and very attracted to him. Normally that might have bothered Kevin, but
under the circumstances (and after a frat meeting or two), he was glad it
gave him a chance to enter a fraternity that would otherwise not have
considered him.

The services Lance demanded became increasingly sexual. Lance liked having
the innocent Kevin suck his cock, lick his pits, jerk off on his shoes (and
lick up the result). BUt what really got Lance off was that, as time went
by, Kevin could anticipate Lance's every wish. Just a look from Lance, and
Kevin would instantly figure out what Lance wanted him to do, and do it,
without a word spoken. For example. with the right glance, Kevin would
immediately drop to his hands and knees and present his ass for fucking.
Meanwhile, Kevin got his satisfaction, and a sexual rush, not from the
sexual actions themselves, but from pleasing Lance and obeying his desires.
A smile or satisfied moan from Lance could almost cause Kevin to cum in his
pants (but not quite, without Lance's permission).


II.

One morning, in the freshman dorm, Bobby Burston was alone in his quad
room's bathroom finishing his shower. Bobby, 6'6" with chestnut hair, a grin
that made him look 15, and a well-worked-out bod, had been a second-team
All-American as a tight end and kicker on his Texas high school football
team, and had been heavily recruited by the school. He was looking forward
to four years of football, (illegal) beer drinking, and womanizing. As he
dried himself off, he admired the effect his new workout regimen was giving
his smooth upper body. He wished he looked older, though; he sometimes
thought his "Opie"-like looks made it hard for his teammates to take him
seriously. He had tried, but failed, to grow any kind of facial hair.

As he dried off his long arms and big, sure hands -- so useful on the field
for making tackles and catching footballs -- he thought he saw someone in
the door, but when he looked, no one was there. As he toweled off his firm
buns, he once again caught a glimpse at the door. This time, Bobby ran out
into the bedroom and grabbed the guy he found there. The boy was young,
clearly in early high school, maybe about 15, about 5'7", longish blond
hair, skinny, and with a face that made him look even younger. The boy had
been carrying a notepad, which he dropped when Bobby grabbed him.
Effortlessly, Bobby held the frightened boy suspended over the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bobby growled. "Starin' at me in the shower?
You some kind of faggot or something?"

"I... I... I'm sorry, sir... I was just.. lost.. please don't hurt me,
please..." begged the boy, squirming in Bobby's grip.

"You're disgusting. I don't understand that faggot shit, nohow. I never felt
nothing for no guy. Never knew no one that did, neither. Your kind makes me
sick. Now get outta here, you don't belong in here. If I ever see you in
here again, I'm gonna kick your ass all over this place."

Bobby let go, dropping the boy to the ground.

The boy sprang to his feet, grabbed his notepad from the floor, and ran to
the stairs and out of the dorm. On the dorm's front steps, he paused a
moment, jotted something on the notepad, and then walked out to the
sidewalk. Immediately, a car that had been waiting down the street pulled up
in front of him. The boy got in the passenger side, and the car took off.


III.

The weekly Sig Lam meeting was that evening. No brother ever missed a
meeting, not for any reason.  The meeting chamber was in the basement, and
two beefy brothers (football linemen) were posted at the door to the
basement stairs, to prevent any non-brothers from getting in. As each member
entered the meeting chamber in the basement, he was handed a large cup of
Kool-Aid, which he drank when he sat down. Once all the brothers were
accounted for, Lance, the fraternity president, walked up to the raised
platform at the front of the room. Waiting until he saw by their swaying
heads that the laced Kool-Aid had taken effect, he began the ritual. He
removed the blanket covering a large copy of the fraternity symbol, with a
moving spiral behind it. "Gaze upon the greatness of Sigma Lambda Alpha", he
intoned over and over,  Each brother lifted his head and gazed at the
symbol. Aided by the drug in the Kool-Aid, and the induction by Lance, all
were soon completely suggestible and in the power of the speaker.

As the brothers were drifting off downstairs, a car pulled up in front of
the fraternity. Two people stepped out and walked in: the driver, Wayne, who
was a Sig Lam brother, looking a bit dazed but happy, and a slight blond boy
of about 15, striding confidently, almost cocky. As the boy made his way to
the basement stairs, the two beefy brothers guarding the stair entrance
stood at attention and stared straight ahead, a glint of fear in their eyes,
but also growing bulges appearing in their pants.

The boy got to the basement, moved past the seated hypnotized brothers and
stepped onto the podium. The spiralled symbol had done its work, so Lance
turned it off, re-covered it and stepped to the side, making way for the boy
to assume the center of the platform.

"I am the Grand Master of Sigma Lambda Alpha", the boy repeated three times.
This information seemed to flip a switch in the zonked brothers. In their
drugged state, they became even more relaxed and attentive. "Repeat after
me: 'I hear and obey. I hear and obey. I hear and obey.'..." The Grand
Master led the group further and further down an imaginary stair, leaving
their minds completely open to any belief and suggestion. He then proceeded
to begin programming them with the information they needed for the next
week.

"First order of business. In two weeks I'm turning 16 and getting my
driver's license. I've had my eye on a silver Porsche you'll find at the
dealer on Route 12. It would be suspicious if I owned it personally, but I
know you have enough in the Sig Lam funds to buy it as a frat car. Only I am
allowed to drive it, unless I call and instruct one of you to pick me up in
it. It'll be your job to keep it shining and in good condition. I'll expect
some of you to spend your weekends waxing it, keeping it in great running
condition, and even cleaning the hub caps with a toothbrush. Keeping my
Porsche beautiful is a point of pride for all Sig Lam brothers.

"As your weekly reward for attending, you'll be able to cum tonight. You'll
realize that your ability to cum is a gift from me, even though most of you
don't even consciously know who I am. For the rest of the week, you will not
be able to cum without explicit permission from me or Lance.

"As always, you will use all your time for workouts and studying. I'll need
fit, smart slaves to be able to help me live my life the way I deserve to,
as your Grand Master. And those of you on scholarships need to excel at your
sports and academics to keep them. Now, it's time for me to see how you're
coming along and make adjustments. Stand as I call your name.

"First, Tom and Dom." Both hypnotized twins stood up. "I think it's time we
moved your relationship to a new, more extreme level..."

Once he had reinforced his hypnotic power over each member of the fraternity
at the meeting, and modified the behavior of some of them, he ordered them
to sleep. At his command, the heads of all the seated brothers nodded. The
Grand Master, president Lance, and John the Sig Lam pledge master carrying
the Kool-Aid bucket, walked off the podium and up the basement stairs. At
the top, they were joined by the two guard brothers, and all five went up to
Lance's room. As they entered, Kenny the pledge candidate stood at
attention, naked except for his dog collar and with his dick hard, as he had
been ordered. The Grand Master glanced in his direction, thinking what a
fine addition Kenny would be to the frat, and designing in his mind a few
very satisfying experiments he could set up with him.

The Grand Master pulled a piece of notepaper from his pocket, and passed it
to Lance and John. "Here are a few guys I think we should pledge. Heard of
any of them?" Both Lance and John noticed the name of Bobby Burston. John
said, "I'd like him, Grand Master, but don't you think he's going to pledge
Tau Epsilon, the dumb jock frat?" "I think we can convince him to come here,
and I have some SPECIAL plans for him," replied the Grand Master. He
described his ordeal at the freshman dorm. "Once we get him, he'll start
dreaming about me, sneaking around to get my dirty underwear to jerk off
with, keeping pictures of me in his room. He'll get totally obsessed, man!
And he'll be forbidden to talk to me or even let me see him, until I make
his humiliation complete. Ha! I'm gettin' hard just picturing him lying
there, horny as hell, imagining himself crawling, beggin' to serve me!" An
evil grin came over the Grand Master's face.

"By the way, do you need any more of the stuff from my dad's lab for next
week's meeting?"

"I don't think so, we've got enough," replied Lance. "Unless you want to try
that experiment with the basketball team that we discussed."

"Nah, I haven't even finished with most of the guys here in the house yet.
We'll set that one up when their season begins. I'll be able to do a lot
more next year, when my big brother starts school here and joins Sig Lam."

"You keep him drugged too?" asked John.

"Don't have to. I've had him under my control for the last year and a half.
He knows if he doesn't obey me completely, he'll beat himself up. Last time,
he gave himself a black eye and nearly broke his nose. It's so built in now
he obeys without even thinking about it. And under my enforced workout
suggestions, he's getting really buff, too. You'll like him alot."

After some discussion of the other pledge candidates, it was time for the
entertainment. The guards, Big Doug and Bruno, were ordered to strip down to
the jockstraps they had been required to wear, and forced to wrestle. The
match was in earnest, because the one that lost, while remaining totally
straight, would be completely at the mercy of the now-gay winner for the
following week. Both guards were hugely muscled, weighing nearly 300 pounds
and solid as a rock. Big Doug was a few inches taller than Bruno, but Bruno
was actually the heavier of the two and won these weekly events more often,
but the two were fairly matched. Watching the crunch of muscle on muscle,
Lance and John both involuntarily moved their hands to their crotches and
stroked slowly, while Kevin watched Lance in case he was needed to fulfill
any of Lance's desires.

At first, Bruno seemed to be getting the better of it. He took down Big Doug
and was pressing his advantage on the floor. His leg muscles flexing, Bruno
tried to crush Doug's head between his thighs, Doug's face buried in his
crotch. But Doug was eventually able to use his height to leverage his way
over Bruno, reversed the situation, and eventually made Bruno submit.
Immediately on winning, Doug smiled, looked fondly down at Bruno, placed one
big foot on Bruno's chest, got hard in his jockstrap, and began plans on how
to use Bruno the following week.

Now it was time for Lance, John, Kenny, and the guards to have their
Kool-Aid and receive their hypnotic reinforcement and programming for the
following week. When they awoke, the Grand Master was gone, and only Lance
and John had any memory of him having been there, and of what happened. Doug
got dressed and led the near-naked Bruno to his room on a leash, carrying
his clothes, to begin his week of servitude. Bruno shuddered at the thought,
but knew there was absolutely nothing he could do about it or say to anyone.
John went downstairs to awaken the rest of the brothers. When he got down
there, he noticed that a few of the brothers were already gone. This made
him only mildly curious, since it had happened before. The remaining
brothers slowly woke and returned to their rooms, convinced they had just
experienced an ordinary, boring meeting. Back in Lance's room, at a look
from Lance, Kenny dropped to his knees, removed Lance's shoes, and lay back
under Lance's desk to be used as a footrest.

In Room 27, unknown to its inhabitants, a new experiment was starting. There
were now two roommates: Cliff, the 6'11" center of the basketball team, and
Cody, a tightly-muscled 5'6" gymnast. Cliff had always been attracted to
muscled short guys -- at least he thought he had, he couldn't quite remember
-- and found buzz-cut blond Cody particularly hot. He thought of himself as
overgrown, awkward and unattractive, and of Cody as his physical ideal. He
wished he were small and tight like Cody. When Cody was out of the room,
Cliff would sniff Cody's bed, his dirty clothes, and his sneakers that
looked so small next to Cliff's ungainly big feet. Each day his attraction
to Cody would grow. But Cliff was compelled never to tell Cody any of this,
since Cody was straight and Cliff didn't want to risk having Cody move out
of the room.

Meanwhile, Cody had always had a thing for tall guys (or so he thought). He
could barely prevent himself from getting hard every time he looked up past
Cliff's well-developed chest, pecs and biceps, and into his blue eyes under
that curly red hair. When Cliff wasn't in the room, Cody would put his size
8 feet into Cliff's size 16 shoes and jerk off. Although Cody had the
buffed, muscular body of a gymnast, he thought of himself as pitifully
short, and wished he were taller. Every day, Cody got hornier and more
attracted to Cliff. But he was compelled never to tell Cliff about it, since
Cliff was straight and Cody didn't want to gross him out and cause him to
move out.

As his preppy slave Wayne drove him home in Wayne's Bimmer, the Grand Master
smiled. It would be interesting to see how the new Cliff/Cody experiment
progressed over time as the sexual frustration level went up day after
day...