Date: Sun, 17 May 2009 22:48:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brian Stillwell <htown_stud713@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pussyboy Frat- Chapter 4

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	After breakfast the following morning, Karl stood and announced
that physicals for the new class of pledges would take place after lunch.
After spending the morning by the pool and being introduced to the rest of
the brothers and supervisors, the six freshmen were now assembled in the
entrance hall, waiting to meet Dr. Tanaka.  Jason still hadn't seen
Mr. Grayson, and was eager to talk to him and ask some questions.  Everyone
they had met so far had been exceedingly friendly, but in the background of
their smiles and talk of brotherhood, there was something else, something
none of the freshmen had been able to put their finger on.  Some questions
they asked were left completely unanswered and there were still some areas
of the house in which they were not allowed to go.  Eric had tried to ask
some questions of his big brother Matt at breakfast, but they were deferred
with promises that after their initiation ceremony, scheduled for that
evening, things would be more clear.  It was like the feeling people get
when they suspect that a surprise party was being planned for them, but
weren't entirely sure.  Everyone was trying to make them comfortable and
welcome, although Rodney had mentioned the odd experience of getting up
early in the morning and having to take a piss, only to find the door to
their room locked from the outside.

	"Maybe they do not want us to be wandering around house?"Orochi
suggested, although none of them could come up with a plausible reason why
that would be the case.

	After a few minutes of waiting, Karl, Joe and the other freshmen
supervisor, Pedro, strode into the entry hall.  Pedro had worked at the
frat house for over six years, having fled his village in Mexico after the
police in his town began to look into reports of that teen males were being
lured and sometimes held against their will by a sadomasochistic demon
living in a cabin in the hills.  His parents were fairly wealthy and had
been able to buy him out of trouble for a number of years, but this only
enabled and enflamed his vices.  His pathological desire to inflict pain
and humiliation on younger men made him one of the most dreaded supervisors
among the frat brothers, and many of the upper classmen felt a strong sense
of pity for the incoming class.  From a mental perspective, Pedro was
mildly unstable and could often be heard speaking softly to himself in
Spanish and giggling for no apparent reason.  Like all of Karl's men, the
Latin disciplinarian was physically strong and extremely well built.

	"Freshmen!!!"  Karl boomed, his voice making the pledges jump.
"It's time for physicals!"

	The six students followed their supervisors down a hallway and down
a wide, circular stone staircase and into the basement.  From there, they
entered a long hallway seemed to run the length of the house.  Karl opened
the first door on the left and ushered his charges inside.

	The room they entered was nondescript.  It was nothing more than
another short hallway with a closed door at the far end.  A table ran along
one wall.

	"All right boys, strip!"

	"Here?" Kurt asked, looking around.

	"Right here," Karl confirmed.  "Leave your clothes on the table.
This is a physical exam, after all."

	The boys looked at each other for a few seconds, then Rodney and
Eric shrugged and peeled off their shirts.  The rest of the boys followed
suit, until they were all standing in their underwear.

	Pedro looked at the student and giggled to himself, quietly
muttering something about 'putas' under his breath.  Karl shook his head.
"I said strip pledges.  That means all the way down, bare-assed."

	After a moment's hesitation ,the young men peeled down their boxers
and briefs, adding them to the six plies of clothes.  Jason did a quick
inventory of his fellow pledges and was silently relieved that he didn't
have the smallest penis of the incoming class.  That dubious honor went to
Orochi.  A couple of the guys gave their dicks a little post-strip stretch
or shake.

	The naked boys then followed their supervisors in a line through
the second door and into the room beyond, which turned out to be was a
fully equipped infirmary.  Cabinets with frosted-glass doors showed
silhouettes of jars, tubes and boxes.  A small refrigerator hummed in one
corner next to a counter with a small sink.  Another counter was neatly
organized with boxes of rubber gloves, tubes of ointments and jars of
swabs.  A back wall was given to a table with microscope and lab equipment.
There was even a medical exam table in the center of the room, complete
with white paper and, oddly enough, stirrups.  Jason couldn't fathom what
use medical stirrups would be in a frat house.  There was also an odd
contraption in one corner that looked like the metal frame of some
upside-down chair.  With florescent lights in the ceiling and beige
linoleum on the floor, the room was cold and smelled of antiseptic.  The
pledges were also surprised to see that three other supervisors were
waiting for them in the room, waiting to assist with their exams.

	As the boys stood nervously in a small group, Karl, Joe and Pedro
strode over to join the rest of the men.  "The doctor will be right in,"
Karl said over his shoulder.

	Karl actually knew that the doctor wouldn't be in for another
fifteen minutes, but he and the other supervisors got a kick out of gazing
over the naked flesh before them.  The first three weeks of the new school
year were always their favorite.  Turning a bunch of freshmen into
sniveling male bitches was always fun.  The physical exams gave them the
first chance to let their eyes fully wander lustfully over the bodies of
their new crop of pledge meat.  The boys that had played sports were used
to being naked around other guys, and casually stood there with their arms
folded across their chests, letting it their dicks waive in the air, while
the shyer ones tried to cover their exposed genitals with their hands.  All
of the class supervisors noticed that both Eric and Orochi were uncut.
While the Asian had loose bunches of wrinkled foreskin at the tip of his
penis, his organ was, as expected, considerably smaller than the equipment
of the Latin ball player.  As usual with pussyboys, none of the cocks were
anything special, but the asses were promising, with a little work.

	The boys stood waiting until the door opened and a neat looking
Japanese man came in.  His black hair was receding to the point that he was
largely bald, and he was wearing the requisite white lab coat of a doctor
on his slightly overweight frame.  He seemed eager to get on with the
exams, but also slightly tired as if he'd been doing the same job for a
long, long time.  In fact, the Tanaka family had a long history of medical
practice and research, going back over 200 years in Japan.  As a young boy,
the doctor had spent hours in rapt attention listening to the stories his
grandfather had told of his research projects during the war.  Doing what
any good doctor would do in a time of national conflict, he volunteered for
the military and had ended up undertaking a number of experiments with
captured soldiers and civilians, some of which had quite promising results.
Tapping into the hidden potential of strong male subjects by modifying
their bodies and bending their wills had valid wartime applications.  After
all, not all soldiers of the Japanese Imperial army preferred female sex
slaves, and Tanaka's grandfather was simply working to fill the needs of
the military.  But the end of the war had also ended his research lines and
he'd slipped away quietly into retirement, hiding his notes and formulas
away until, on his deathbed, he had passed them on to his grandson to
continue and ultimately perfect when he finished medical school.

	"Boys, I am Dr. Tanaka," he said in perfect English, bowing
slightly before the naked teens.  "I am responsible for overseeing your
physical and mental development.  This frat prides itself on the reputation
of our members and we expect your bodies and minds to adapt and perform.
Physically, some of you are further along than others, and some of you," he
said, looking pointedly at Jason and Orochi, "need more work.  My job is to
make sure that your bodies are in the best shape possible to help you live
up to your full potential and these examinations are the first step in that
process.  I look forward to working with you.  Who's going first?"

	"I'll go," Eric shrugged, determined to be the leader in all
things.  "But I should tell you I just had a physical nine months ago for
sports and everything was fine."

	Dr. Tanaka smiled as Eric stepped forward, knowing that once he'd
done his work up on the alpha male of the group, the others would
obediently follow suit.  "Excellent," he said, reaching into a drawer.
"We'll start with an enema."

	That stopped Eric in his tracks.  "What?"

	"An enema," the doctor repeated removing a clear plastic bottle
with a rubber tipped nozzle.  "To clean your bowels out."

	"I know what it is," Eric protested.  "It's just I don't want one."

	"Why not?  All incoming students are required to undergo an enema
as part of their physical. We need to check your prostate."

	"That's okay doc, we can just skip that part of the exam, if it's
alright."

	By this time, Karl had wandered over and joined the exchange.
"What's the problem pledge?" he asked, his voice full of intimidation.

	"Nothing," Eric replied, his tone stating to lose its defiant edge.
"I just don't want an enema, that's all."

	"Why not?" Karl demanded.

	"I just don't, okay?"

	Karl didn't say anything.  He didn't move.  All of the other boys
watched as the huge muscle man as he just stared at Eric, who could see the
man's nostrils start to flare.  Karl's eyes actually turned colors slightly
from light blue to gray.  He was taking deep breaths, causing his massive
chest to swell up.  He looked like a volcano getting ready to explode.  He
clearly wasn't used to being challenged.

	Eric's bravado quickly began to collapse.  Pressing and argument
with the intimidating supervisor would have been impossible in the best of
circumstances, but it was unthinkable while standing their naked in front
of a bunch of people .  "Alright, fine, I'll take it," he said.

	"Excellent," the doctor repeated.  "Please lean over the table,
spread your legs apart and try and relax."

	Reluctantly, Eric lay face down over the table, his muscular young
buttocks in front of the doctor.  Years of playing sports had sculpted his
butt muscles into two round globes which sat on top of his muscular thighs.
His skin, drawn taunt over the rounded muscles, was a naturally dark tan
color, and there was a light forest of dark hairs in his cleft.  He'd never
had anything up his butt before, and was mildly nervous about what the
experience would be like.  More important, it was humiliating having to lay
there and everyone see him like this, especially Sebastian.  'I'll bet the
little fag's getting a kick out of this' he thought to himself.

	The rest of the pledge class watched as Dr. Tanaka covered the tip
of the enema nozzle with a clear lube.  "Now, reach behind you and spread
your buttocks apart," he instructed.

	Eric blushed, but did as he was told, grabbing the cheeks of his
ass and lifting them up and apart, exposing his small, brown hole, hidden
behind a ring of dark hair, to the doctors gaze.  He gasped slightly as the
Dr. smeared a dab of the cold lubrication on his anus, and then slowly
slipped the enema tip inside of his bowels.

	Eric grunted at the foreign sensation of something entering his
butt.  He moved his hips and instinctively tried to tighten up.

	" Keep still Mr. Rangle! There is no point in you squirming and
wriggling about – you will simply make matters worse for yourself. I
advise you to lie still and try to relax."

	The people in the room, pledges and supervisors both, watched with
fascination as the doctor held the clear bottle patiently in his hands, the
tip embedded in the freshmen's clutching asshole like someone feeding a
bottle to a baby.  Jason felt sorry for Eric, who had his eyes shut and his
jaw clenched tight, but he was more nervous about his own imminent
cleansing.

	The liquid slowly disappeared from the bottle with a soft gurgle,
the doctor withdrew the tip and instructed Eric to hold the liquid for the
next ten minutes.  "We may as well do everyone at once to save time," the
doctor said.  "Who's next?"

	"Him," Karl said, pointing at Kurt, his voice still filled with
menace.  He'd dealt with enough crap from Eric already and was in no mood
for any more.  "He's next."

	Timidly, Kurt stepped forward and walked over to the table next to
his fellow pledge.  One by one, they all stepped forward, bent over the
exam table and spread their cheek apart to receive their cleansing.  By the
time the doctor had finished with Orochi as the last pledge, it was almost
time to allow the Eric to expel his liquid.  The doctor gave him a couple
of more minutes of waiting, mostly for the benefit of the supervisors, who
were enjoying the sight of six teen asses lined up cheek-to-cheek and bent
over a table.  They could also see the sacks of the young men's scrotums,
hanging between their legs loosely or pulled up into a single orb.  Most of
the boys were in considerable discomfort, particularly Eric and Kurt, who
were both softly grunting and moving slightly from side to side, their
bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat from the exertion of clutching
their bowels together for so long.  When the doctor finally gave him
permission, Eric awkwardly ran to the infirmary's small bathroom and
relieved himself.  When he returned, the doctor gave Kurt permission to go,
and then informed Eric that he would require a second enema as well.  All
of the boys received a second cleansing, although they only had to hold the
fluids for about five minutes for the second one.  It took almost an hour
before the doctor told the other pledges to move to one side of the room
and wait their turns.  He then focused his attention on Eric.

	"Now then," Tanaka said. "Let's see what we have here."

	For the next 20 minutes, the pledges and their supervisors watched
as Dr. Tanaka ran through a complete series of tests with Eric.  It was
very comprehensive, beginning with a check of height and weight.  After
drawing a blood sample, the doctor listened to Eric's heart, checked his
blood pressure and pulse and the examined the lymph nodes under his chin
and neck.  He checked Eric's ears, nose and throat and examined his eyes,
teeth and gums before putting the young jock through a range on flexibility
tests so he could examine his muscles, joints and spine.  Eric found the
instruction to bend over and touch his toes especially embarrassing because
the doctor positioned him so that all of the supervisors were behind him,
but he complied.  Dr. Tanaka then produced a set of calipers and gave his
patient a body fat test, seeming quite pleased with the results.  After
every test and measurement, the doctor would announce the results to Joe,
and the muscled man dutifully marked the results on a clipboard.

	Now came the part of the exam that the pledges been dreading but
that the men in the room were looking forward to.  "Now we're almost
finished, we just need to examine your penis and scrotum," Dr. Tanaka said,
rolling a stool in front of Eric and sitting down to examine his genitals.
He slid the foreskin back and forth over the head of the cock several
times, checking for signs of tightness or discomfort.  Taking Eric's nuts
between his fingers and rolling them gently, the doctor checked the
testicles for tumors and made the teenager cough to evaluate the presence
of any hernias.  He then took out a small measuring tape and wrapped it
around Eric's balls, one at a time.

	"2.5 inches Mr. Rangle, very good.  You must be pleased with your
family jewels," the doctor said, producing a look of smug satisfaction on
Eric's face.  The look disappeared when the doctor placed the tape measure
on the top of Eric's penis and announced a measurement of 3.5 inches,
making the other pledges laugh good naturedly.

	"It's cold in here," Eric protested, getting annoyed.  "Besides,
I'm a grower not a shower."

	"Well, I happy to hear it," the doctor said with a smile.  "Now
you'll have a chance to prove it.  I need you to get an erection please."

	"Say what?" Eric asked again, certain he'd heard incorrectly.  He'd
never had a physical like this.

	"An erection.  I need a measurement of your erect penis, both
length and circumference.  You certainly don't want a single measurement of
3.5 inches going on your official medical chart, do you?  Oh, and I'll also
need a semen sample," he said, producing a small glass cup.

	"You want me to do it here?!?"  Eric asked in disbelief.

	"Of course," Tanaka said, as if standing there naked and jerking
off in a room full on other guys was the most natural thing in the world.

	"Can't I go to the bathroom, or at least somewhere a little more
private?"

	"Why bother?" the doctor replied.  "We're all men and boys here.
Of course if you're not comfortable masturbating here, I can milk your
penis for you to collect the sample and the measurements.  Just hop up on
the table on your hands and knees."

	Eric was now at a complete loss for words.  He looked to his fellow
pledges for support, but there was none coming.

	"Maybe he can't get it up," suggested Sebastian, causing the other
boys to laugh and Eric to glare.

	"Yeah doc," Rodney chimed in.  "Can you cut him a prescription for
some Viagra?"

	"Is this true Mr. Rangle?" Dr. Tanaka asked.  "Do you have
difficulty in achieving or maintaining an erection?"  This could be a
problem.  Any freshmen who couldn't get a hard-on probably had hormonal
problems and wouldn't be of any use to the frat.  If Eric said he was
impotent, he'd be on the next bus home.

	"No!" Eric protested, realizing that his masculinity had been
challenged.  "I'll do it, if that's what you want.  Might as well show my
roomies how it's done.  Take notes boys; you'll be doing this all year long
once the girls on campus start lining up for a pounding from me!"

	The doctor smiled as Eric reached down and gripped his flaccid
penis in his fist, closed his eyes and began to pump.  It was embarrassing
having to do this here with everyone watching, but by tuning out his
environment he was soon able to all into a familiar rhythm.  Having shared
a room with five other guys the previous night, Eric hadn't had the chance
to jerk off since arriving at the fraternity and he'd been horny for the
last couple of days.  His fingers rubbed up and down his swelling cock,
feeling the organ stretch as it filled with blood.  The foreskin slid back
and forth across the dark pink knob, creating exquisite, teasing
sensations.  Eric let his fantasies and memories of past experiences run
through his mind; the high school sluts eager to give him head after a
winning ball game, all the girls he'd be bringing back to the frat house to
bang this semester, the girl he'd gotten drunk at a party last year and
then fucked in ass as his friends watched.  All of these combined to begin
releasing the signals in his guts that he was going to bust a nut.  He
could feel that he was getting close.  Breathing hard, his fist flew up and
down the shaft of his meat, making a slick pumping sound.  He licked his
lips, through his head back and felt his balls begin to tighten...

	"Stop!"

	Eric's eyes flew open, his hand fighting his mind as it released
his cock.  The erection swayed and bobbed in the room for everyone's
viewing pleasure.

	"What?  What's the matter?" Eric asked, breathing hard.

	"Nothing at all," the doctor replied as he leaned forward with the
tape measure.  "But your erection is clearly at its peak, and it's time for
your measurements Hmm, five and three-quarter inches in length and four and
one-quarter inches in circumference.  Just about average," the doctor said
to Joe, who noted the data on his clipboard.  "You may proceed Mr. Rangle,
this time to orgasm please."

	Warily, Eric began to pump his meat again.  He wasn't used to being
interrupted so close to orgasm, but somehow it only seemed to increase his
horniness.  In just a few minutes, he was jerking off again as easily as
ever.  He could feel the tingling sensation in the shaft of his dick, feel
the quivering of his pelvis muscles.  Soon he reached the point of no
return.  Pointing the head of his cock though the mouth of the cup, he
began to shoot thick, sticky white jets of sperm that coated the inside of
the glass, running down the sides and pooling at the bottom.  The sound of
his primal grunts filled the room.  Slowly his lust dissipated and he began
a slow milking motion up and down his dick, squeezing every drop he could
out.  The last few drops of semen clung stubbornly to his foreskin, and
Eric had to shake his dick rapidly to get them to fall off and into the
cup.  As he slowly got hold of himself, Tanaka took the cup and popped a
rubber lid on it.  He then labeled it with Eric's name and the date, before
sliding it into a metal holder next to five empty cups.

	While Eric was still breathing hard and wiping his fingers with a
tissue, Dr. Tanaka produced a box about the size of an old tape recorder.
Jason could see a small screen on the top of the box, as well as several
buttons and knobs.  Sticking out one side of the box were two long, thin,
flexible cables with small lights at the end.  The doctor instructed Eric
to open his mouth and to tilt his head back.  Jason watched in fascination
as the doctor slipped one of the thin cables into Eric's mouth until it
reached the back of this throat.

	"Now Mr. Rangle, I need you to swallow on the count of three,"
Tanaka said as he fiddled with some of the knobs on the box.  "Ready?
One....two....three!"

	On three, Eric swallowed and the doctor quickly slipped another
four or five inches of the cable down the surprised freshmen's throat,
causing Eric to gag slightly.

	"Now just relax," the doctor said, his focus on the box.  "I'm
going to withdraw the probe, but I need you to hold still.  This will soon
be over."

	Dr. Tanaka began to slowly pull the cord out of Eric's throat,
pausing every couple of seconds to twist a knob, check the small screen,
and push a button.  Eric was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring as he
tried not to wretch.  It felt like a thin worm slowly crawling out of this
throat.  After about 30 seconds, the cord had been completely removed.
Eric seemed none the worse, but he did cough a couple of times and had to
wipe some saliva off of his chin.

	"Now, we're almost done Mr. Rangle.  Please turn around and place
your hands on the table."

	As Eric complied, Dr. Tanaka took hold of the second probe and
after a quick application of lube, inserted about six inches into Eric's
anus, causing him to grunt.  The doctor smile to himself at Eric's
discomfort as he checked the reading on one of the dials on the device.
These teens had no idea how far a boicunt could stretch.  It would be a
long and painful process as they found out.

	Dr. Tanaka repeated the same procedure, slowly withdrawing the
probe, pausing to check the screen and push a button every so often.  When
he was done and the probe had been pulled out of Eric's butthole with a
faintly audible popping sound, the doctor reached into a drawer and
produced a strange looking device.  To Jason it almost looked like a
handgun, at the end of which was a small rubber probe, about three inches
long and about the diameter of a pencil.  This probe was also inserted into
Eric's anus, causing him to grunt again.

	"SR rating of 96," the announced, checking a small dial on the back
of the device.

	Eric had never heard the term before.  "Is, is that good?" he asked
uncertainly as Joe made the notation on the clipboard.

	"It's excellent," the doctor confirmed as he withdrew the probe.
"You're a healthy young man in every respect.  A fine specimen.  And you're
all done.  Joe, would you take Mr. Rangle to the beds please?  Fifteen
minutes should suffice.  After that he can shower, dress and go."

	Joe nodded and took Eric's arm, leading the naked freshmen through
a different door than they had entered.  Jason thought Eric, although 6'1
and 190 pounds, looked like a little kid next to Joe's large frame,
particularly when naked.  Soon, they were gone.

	Dr. Tanaka turned to Kurt.  "Now, I believe you were next."

	One by one, the pledges all went through the same humiliating
process.  Sebastian and Rodney followed Kurt.  By the time that the doctor
ordered 20 minutes in the beds for Rodney and he was escorted out by Pedro,
Jason had been waiting for almost three hours naked and he was starting to
get used to it.  He was thankful that he had been selected next to last,
with only Orochi going after him.  It meant a much smaller audience
consisting of only Karl, Orochi, Tanaka and Marcus, the tall, attractive
black supervisors for the junior class with another incredible physique who
was recording Jason's test results as the doctor read them off.  It also
spared him the humiliation of his entire class hearing his genital
measurements s the doctor recorded them; testicles two inches, penis three
inches flaccid, five and one-half erect with a four and one-half inch
circumference.

	Surprisingly, when the time came, Jason had no trouble shooting his
load with other people watching him masturbate.  He didn't want to admit
it, but he had been getting increasingly aroused as he had watched his
classmates being put through their examinations.  It was an almost lewd
display, performed right in front of him, and he purposefully tired to
think of something else for the last couple of hours to keep from boning up
in front of everyone.  When he was ordered to produce a sperm sample, it
took less than a minute for him to get hard and after Tanaka took his erect
measurements, less than another minute for him to shoot his milky sperm
load into the small glass cup.

	Jason didn't understand all of the medical terms and tests that
Tanaka was reading off during the course of the exams, but the doctor
didn't seem to think there was anything out of the ordinary.  He gagged a
little as he swallowed the probe.  It felt weird having something pushing
down his throat and then slowly being withdrawn.  Afterwards, he obediently
bent over the table again so the doctor could insert the anal probe.  The
sensation of it wiggling up his butt and then being taken out was a little
uncomfortable and he subconsciously tightened his pelvic muscles.  He was
glad that there was only one more test to go.  The doctor slipped the final
probe in his butthole and announced to Marcus that Jason's SR rating was
97, which seemed to please them both immensely.

	As the doctor was calling Orochi forward for his examination,
Marcus led Jason through the second door to another small room.  On
opposite walls were what looked like tanning beds, large tubes with a
hinged top.  Although he'd seen tanning beds before, Jason had never used
one.  He knew some of the kids in his high school had, particularly in the
winter months.  He could see Rodney in one of the beds, which for some
reason, didn't seem quite right to him.  Then it hit him.  Rodney's head
and neck were outside of the bed, resting on a small padded platform.  The
top and bottom halves of the bed had two panels with semicircles in them
that closed around Rodney's neck.  It looked odd with Rodney's head
sticking out of a huge metal cylinder.  Jason could only see a little of
the light escaping from the tube and it looked harsh, blue and was pulsing
rhythmically.

	Marcus had donned a pair of gloves and Jason was instructed to lift
his arms and spread his feet apart.  Marcus took a large plastic jar of
foul smelling gel and began to smear it liberally over Jason's nude body,
starting with his arms and legs.  He used huge quantities of the substance
under Jason's arm pits and over his pubes and around his small cock.  He
took a handful and, coming up under Jason's scrotum, covered his nuts
completely.  Jason's arms and legs were coated and large quantities were
packed into the cleft of his buttocks.  Marcus seemed to pay particular
attention to that area, making sure that no skin was left uncovered.  The
gel was clear and cold and no inch of Jason's skin was spared below the
neck.  His teeth were soon chattering with the cold and his penis and balls
had become even smaller.

	"Into the bed," Marcus instructed the shivering youth.  "You heard
the doctor.  Fifteen minutes."

	Jason crawled into the second bed and Marcus lowered the upper half
to encase Jason's body.  He set a timer and pushed a few buttons on the
device, causing it to begin to hum.  Jason could press his head down and
barely peak at the neck opening and see the same blue light was now filling
the interior of his tube.  Marcus walked out of the room.  The combination
of his body heat and the heat from the chamber was slowly warming the gel
on his body and after a while, Jason soon began to relax.  After about ten
minutes, Rodney's bed switched off and he heard his classmate crawl out and
the soft sound of his bare feet on the cool tiles as he made his way to the
showers.  Jason was now alone in the room, and he took the opportunity to
reflect on the day's events.  He'd made it past his physical.  He didn't
understand everything that had happened and parts of it were embarrassing,
but it had seemed to go well.  He wanted to make a good impression with
people in charge of this house and Dr. Tanaka had seemed pleased with his
results.

	After five minutes more, Jason was starting to get warm and drowsy,
when suddenly his bed shut down, signaling his time was up.  He rose and,
with a languid stretch, made his way through the second door in the room.

	The next room was a small locker room.  There were several metal
lockers on one wall and a bench with three piles of clothes and shoes on
it.  He recognized one pile as his, and Jason was thankful that he was on
the verge of being dressed again.  The other two sets of clothes belonged
to Rodney and Orochi.  The only other feature of the room was a small
shower with two nozzles.  Rodney was standing under one of the shower
sprays, his naked body now wet and covered in soap suds.  Pedro and Marcus
were standing next to the door and Jason was surprised to see that Rodney
seemed to be arguing with them .

	"You could have told me!  I don't think it's funny!"

	Pedro just shrugged.  "Theenk of it as part of eenitiation," he
said in thick Spanish.  "You all clean now, clean slate for newbie."

	"It's still not funny," Rodney protested as Jason took up the empty
shower next to him and waited for the water to get warm.  "It's going to
itch like a motherfucker when it grows back."

	For some reason, Pedro and Marcus found this statement to be
particularly funny.  They were still laughing as they walked out of the
room, looking for someone to share some private joke with.

	"Assholes," Rodney muttered under his breath.

	"What's going on?" Jason asked, stepping under the warm spray and
beginning to rinse off the smelly gel.

	"Look!" Rodney said.  Taking a rough sponge and getting it wet, he
rubbed it in circles on to his left pec for a few seconds and then turned
into the spray to rinse off.  When he was done, he turned back and Jason
could see the skin of the chest muscle.  It looked normal, but something
wasn't right.

	"So?" He asked, beginning to soap up his own sponge.

	"So?!?" Rodney repeated.  "Dude, look at my chest!"

	Jason looked again and after a couple of seconds, saw what was
bothering his fellow pledge.  While Eric, Orochi, Sebastian and Jason were
naturally pretty smooth, Kurt had some body hair, but Rodney's was the
hairiest of all the pledges.  Jason remembered noticing it when they'd
first met.  Now, the area where Rodney had rinsed revealed a smooth, pink
pectoral muscle, void of any hair.  Jason looked more closely and could see
that Rodney's arms and legs had also been denuded of any fur.

	"It must have been that gel they put on us.  Or those beds.  Or
both.  Damn, it's going to itch like hell when it grows back."

	Jason rubbed his arms with soap under the warm spray and rinsed
them off.  While he didn't have a lot of hair on his forearms, the
difference was noticeable as his arm emerged from beneath the suds and
spray completely smooth.  He turned his back to Rodney and tentatively
soaped his pubes up.  He had to use a lot of soap to clean off the gel.
And as he rinsed himself off, he watched his hair disappear with the soap
suds.  The loss of what little pubic hair he'd had was still a shock, even
though he knew it was going to happen.  He wasn't sure how he felt about
it.  He'd been late in hitting puberty and had been excited and proud when
he'd finally started growing hair like the other boys in his class.  Now,
for whatever reason, his body hair had been removed, making him look like a
small boy again.

	"There's something not right here."

	"What do you mean?" Jason asked, as he continued to watch his now
smooth skin appear from under the soap suds.  To be honest, he'd had some
uncomfortable feeling in the back of his head too and he was glad that he
wasn't the only one to feel it.  "You mean because the door to our room
wouldn't open this morning?"

	"It wasn't that it wouldn't open, it was locked.  Locked from the
outside.  I went back to bed and after a few hours, heard a key in the
door.  I got up again, and the door opened.  I looked in the hallway, but
there was no one there.  But that's not all of it.  It's just little things
that don't make sense.  Where is Grayson?  He's supposed to be in charge
here, how come we haven't seen him?  You think he'd want to welcome the new
class.  And how come they tell us that the main dormitory and bathroom
aren't ready yet, but all the upperclassmen seem to be using them?  And
what was up with that physical?  Dude, I played sports in high school and
never got a physical like that.  And who ever heard of having a fully
equipped clinic in the basement of a fraternity, complete with its own
doctor?"

	Jason didn't have any answers.  "Eric's big brother told us that
we'd know everything after tonight's initiation."

	"Yeah, my big brother told me the same thing."

	The two of them finished their showers in silence.  Jason was still
thinking about Rodney's questions as they dried off.  From what he could
see, both of them were now completely smooth and without hair from the neck
down.  It was strange.  They had just finished dressing and were leaving
when Karl opened the door, escorting a nude and gel covered Orochi into the
shower room.

	"You boys all finished up?" he asked, pushing the Japanese kid
towards the shower.  "Good.  Go upstairs and talk to Jessie, he'll have a
light dinner for you.  Then upstairs and shower again.  Make sure you're
completely clean.  Be ready for the initiation party by 8:00 tonight.  Your
big brothers will have your pledge uniforms in your rooms."

	"Don't be late boys."

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