COLLEGE FRATERNITY INITIATION

    It was the midway point of the fall semester, the time when rushing
began for the Greek Fraternities. The most prestigious Frat was Chi
Sigma, the one that the hunky jocks ruled with an iron hand. Cleve had
been a member for two years.  He was the best wrestler in the 178 pound
class of the varsity  team, being almost undefeated on the mat in
competition, and undisputed champion of the locker room and private
noDholdsDbarred matches against any and all comers. Cleve stood  six
feet even, his blond hair was clipped short and his dark tan showed off
his tight muscular body to its fullest, attenuating the definition of
his rock hard muscles.
    Bill, Ron, and Bert were freshmen on the J.V. football team, all
three were good players and hoped that they would be  chosen to rush
Chi Sigma. Bill and Ron shared a room in the dorm and Bert lived on the
same floor. The three of them were interesting to observe, because they
were almost triplets. They  were about the same height 5'11 to 6'1 and
180 to 198 pounds of  solid tan muscle, Ron being the smallest and Bert
the biggest.  But Ron's basket more than made up for his lack of height
and   was firmly packed in his tight jock.  They ate and worked out at
the gym together and went out together, to the bar or movies,
preferring each other's masculine company to that of the young  college
girls. There existed a friendly competition between them, seeing who
could make the most tackles, lift the most weight or make the most
reps. Occasionally, after a hard work out at the gym, the three of them
would retire to the privacy   of Bill's and Ron's room before
showering. There the three of   them would strip either bare ass or to
jocks and flex their young hot, bulging muscles in front of a wall to
ceiling mirror. Each of them taking turns while the other two watched,
as their  own muscles alternately tensed and relaxed in unison.
Frequently their cocks would rise to the occasion, to stretch and flex
on  their own.  Finally, their hard bodies glistening with sweat and
their muscles pumped up to the point of bursting through their  skin,
they would embrace. With their hot bodies in close contact they would
run their hands over each other's body, their fingers sliding
effortlessly over the sweat lubricated flesh. They would caress and
squeeze the muscles of each other's body until they were a tangle of
arms and legs, crushing their bodies into even more intimate contact.
Their hard cocks would poke and probe at tight washboard stomachs and
low slug balls only to be trapped between solid muscular thighs. Until
they could not restrain themselves any longer and  head for the shower
to relieve their strong urges and shower before going to bed for the
night. Such was the thursday night before rush weekend.
    It was a warm Friday night as Bill, Ron and Bert, dressed in tight
cutoff levis displaying their bugling baskets and tank tops that
stretched the fabric to its limits over solid pecs and large firm
nipples, headed for fraternity row and the Chi Sig house. They had been
invited to attend the rush  night by several members of the varsity
football squad. As they approached the house they noticed that all of
the members were  hunky studs, representing all of the sports and the
cream of the jocks. Some dressed as they were, but others were
shirtless  so that they could show off their broad shoulders, wide lats
and washboard guts for maximum effect.  The three of them realized that
their dreams were about to come true.  They wandered into the house and
soon found the bar where they each ordered a beer before setting off to
meet as many members as they could before the voting later that
evening.  When they had  met about half of the members they ran into
Cleve, he had been watching them for some time both at the house and
before on the campus.  Cleve had noticed that the three of them were
rarely separated, on the field, in the locker room or in the library.
He often wondered just what their bond was, maybe if they pledged the
frat he would find out.
    Cleve introduced himself to them. At first they just talked about
sports and the courses they were taking. Soon Cleve was explaining what
pledging entailed and he explained the degrading things the three of
them would be forced to do.   He noticed that the bulges in their
crotches, with Ron's being  the most noticeable, really started to
swell when he described  the paddling and swats. He continued to tell
how they were freely administered both as punishment and as rewards,
especially on hell weekend when special paddles were used almost
continuously for three nights and two days.  Bill, Ron and Bert were
starting to fidget as their cocks were snaking down their thighs.
Cleve noticed that they emptied their beers and asked them if they
would like a refill, and a short reprieve, the three quickly agreed and
Cleve headed for the bar.  When Cleve was out of ear shot, they quickly
formed a tight circle to share their mutual excitement. As they talked
between themselves they tugged at their crotches and attempted  to
reduce their roaring hardDons to a more manageable size.  Cleve noticed
that they were huddled closely together and rapidly talking with big
smiles on their faces, while each of them had one hand shoved deeply
into a pants pocket.
    Cleve walked up to them and cleared his throat to gain their
attention before handing each of them a beer.  Cleve knew  from
experience that these three would make good pledges and great brothers.
He introduced them to some of the other members.  They met more of the
members, and talked to most of them, but not for as long or as
intimately as they had with Cleve. As the night wore on most of the
guests drifted off until just the members and a small handful of
prospective pledges were left. Bill, Ron and Bert proved to be the most
popular and the most likely to asked to pledge. Cleve stayed very close
to Ron since they had first met, wanting to learn more about this hot
young hunk and not wanting him to become to friendly with his other
brothers. Cleve, because of his reputation, had little trouble making
the object of his desire,  Ron, known to his other brothers and keeping
them at arms length. But both Bill and Bert each had two brothers vying
for their attention.
    The meeting to select the pledges was the Saturday night after the
party.  One by one the pledges was interviewed   by the entire
membership and voted on, Bill, Ron and Bert had no difficulty and all
three were accepted as initiates. In most fraternities the pledges
choose their big brothers but here it  was reversed with the members
choosing their little brothers.   Cleve obviously picked Ron without
dissent, but it was different with Bill and Bert. Dale and Jack both
wanted Bill, and Fred and George wanted Bert. To resolve these
conflicts, they were sent to the basement where there was mat was set
up.  They were stripped to just their jocks and told to fight, no holds
barred, for the privilege of choosing a little brother.   Dale and Jack
squared off first, but it was a short match.  Jack  ended it quickly by
driving an upper cut into Dale's hard washboard gut and following it up
with a knee lift to the balls, dropping him to the mat. Dale was
doubled up in pain on  the mat when Jack stepped behind him, drove his
hand between Dale's legs and grabbed him by his balls.  Then Jack
lifted Dale  over his head and held him across his shoulders until he
submitted.  Jack was given his choice and he picked Bill. The match
between Fred and George lasted considerably longer until  Fred threw a
right cross and knocked George out. Fred choose Bert and now all of the
pledges had be picked by a big bother.  The big bothers were to pick up
their little brothers and bring  them to the sunday night meeting for
pledge orientation and formal introduction to their big brothers and
the other members, including the pledge master.
    Cleve, Jack and Fred were close friends, and decided to play a
small trick on their three little bothers. Jack would pick up Bill
first, then a half an hour later Fred would get Bert and after an
additional hour Cleve would get Ron.  Cleve hoped that this pysch game
would up set and surprise Ron. The   plan went off with out a hitch and
Ron was close to tears when  Cleve knocked at his door. Ron jumped to
his feet and Cleve threw his 18 inch arms around Ron's broad shoulders
to comfort  him. Ron wrapped his arms around Cleve and squeezed him
with a  bear hug. Cleve knew that they would become good friends and
held him even tighter, their crotches grinding against each other.
Cleve eased up on his grip, brought his right hand back  and slammed
the palm of his hand against Ron's round levi clad  ass cheek.  Ron
jumped with surprise and dropped both of his hands to Cleve's butt,
sliding his hands into Cleve's hip pockets, his steel like fingers
digging into each cheek, pulling him closer while he clawed and kneaded
Cleve's ass.  Cleve used his left hand to undo Ron's levis and slide
them down around his knees, exposing his jock clad ass and basket that
was sporting a large hard on. Cleve brought his hand back  and slapped
Ron's bare ass again and again, each time with a resounding whack. A
sigh of pleasure escaped from Ron's lips with each new impact and he
continued to dig his fingers into Cleve's ass, even as his ass started
to glow from the constant punishment. Cleve reminded Ron that they had
to leave for the meeting soon or that they would be late, and both of
them would  get swats for being late. Ron thought the idea of both of
them getting swats in front of the whole frat was hot, but better
Th)Tleft for an other time.  Cleve reached down and quickly pulled
Ron's levis up over his hot butt, and they quickly left for the
meeting. They made it, but with just minutes to spare.  They %PAUSE
made a fast series of hellos and quickly took their places.
    Ron was now sitting with his friends Bill and Bert and with the
other pledges. The meeting moved with astonishing speed and soon it was
time to initiate the new pledges. The pledge master took over the
meeting from the president and began his speech.  The pledges took
notes but the pledge master  generally spoke to fast, but at the end
they were given a complete list of rules to obey with out question. One
at a time the big brothers walked over to his little bother and
introduced them to the other members in turn, Cleve and Ron were last.
When the introductions were finished the pledges were lined up down the
center of the large room and told to "take THE position."Then the
pledge master took one of the ceremonial paddles and gave each on them
one solid swat with it. When he had administered the last sway (to
Ron), the members were turned loose to yell at the new pledges and make
them do various exercises. After thirty minutes of continuous
harassment the pledge master ordered the pledges out of the house and
their first night as pledges was over.
    They reassembled a local hamburger joint and picked a pledge
leader, Ron, and other officers.  Then they studied the   pages of
pledge behavior that the pledge master had given them.  Bill was to be
secretary and he quickly headed for the library and the copy machine to
duplicate the rules so that each of them would be able to study them
that night and be ready for the

active members which they were sure to run into the next morning. Bert
headed for the local stationary store to purchase  the necessary black
books and spare pages. The others were sent  in various direction to
acquire the other materials that they   all needed including black tee
shirts, that were to be part of  their uniform.
    As Ron was heading back to his dorm, when Cleve intercepted him.
Ron had a surprised look on his face when they  met, because Cleve had
deserted him during the indoctrination.  Ron said "Good evening Sir"
and Cleve said "Good evening pledge." Ron asked "May we be on informal
terms." Cleve replied "Yes, Ron." Ron wanted to know when they were
going to get together as big and little brothers to continue what Cleve
had  started in his room? Cleve asked Ron what had happened at the
pedge meeting and where his other pledge brothers were. When Ro told
Cleve that he had been elected pledge leader, Cleve was ecstatic and
again wrapped his arms around Ron.  Cleve suggested that they head for
the men's gym and the wrestling room where they would have absolute
privacy.
    The two hot jocks slipped through the locker rooms and entered the
fully padded wrestling room. The only lights burning in the entire
building were the night lights and it took their eyes several minutes
to adjust to the low light level. But once they were in the seclusion
of the wrestling room, they both dropped all inhibitions and all of
their clothes as well. As they stood facing each other stripped to
Th)  Tonly their well worn jocks, their cocks began to swell in
unison until they were straining at the elastic fabric of their
pouches. They almost knocked each other out as their bodies slammed
together, solid mounded pecs crashing into each  other while hard flat
stomachs slammed together. Their large peaked biceps dug into broad
lats as they wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed the last
remaining pockets of air from between their bodies. In only a flash
each grabbed the waistband of the other's jock and yanked it down over
tree trunk thighs, allowing the other's cock spring to attention and
balls to swing free. As they embraced, Cleve slapped Ron on the ass,
leaving a large red hand print. Ron sunk his teeth into Cleve's
trapezius muscle and began to chew on the tough muscle fibers. Cleve
swung his other hand, and left a matching  hand print on Ron's other
ass cheek. Ron ground his hard nearly  hairless gut against Cleve's
smooth biscuit abs until they both  had broken out in a sweat and there
was almost no friction between their bodies. Cleve felt Ron's cock
stiffen with each slap to his tight young ass as he continued to warm
it up. Ron  was enjoying having his ass warmed by such a hot man, and
Cleve  was driving himself crazy with lust by being able to beat this
hot studs butt until it almost was glowing in the dimness of the mat
room. Ron was determined not to surrender or cry out in  pain from the
spanking that he was receiving at the hands of this tough build jock,
his big brother. Cleve's arms were beginning to tire from continuously
pounding Ron's ass. When he  eased up and finally had to stop to allow
his arms to rest, Ron  brought both of his open palms down against
Cleve's ass and drove his rock hard cock into Cleve's crotch. Cleve was
shocked  by the sudden reversal, but as his eyes sprang wide open so
did  his mouth and Ron immediately took advantage of the situation.
Ron's mouth found Cleve's and soon they were probing the inner  reaches
of each other's mouths with their equally long hard tongues. As they
rocked back and forth locked in each other's   gip, Ron continued his
assault on Cleve's exposed and ever willing ass. As Cleve tried harder
to break Ron's grip, Ron sucked the air from his lungs and brought his
hands down and beat a tattoo on Cleve's butt.
    Cleve's arms had received all the rest they needed and he started
to slap Ron's ass again. Now they were both beating on the other's firm
ass cheeks and there was a rosy glow emanating from the windows of the
wresting room.  It was nearly  midnight when they were both exhausted
from their ordeal. Their cocks were still dripping cum as they slowly
pulled on their jocks, slipping the elastic straps over their red hot
buns and adjusting their stiff dicks and tight nuts in the mesh pouches
until they were comfortable.  After they had stepped into their  levis
and pulled them over their strong legs and buttoned each other's fly,
Cleve promised Ron, "One way or another we will

always be brothers, but now it was time to get some rest and prepare
for school tomorrow."
    The first day of pledging went fairly smoothly for the new pledge
class, as the active members showed some control of  their emotions.
The rest of the week went along without a Th)Thitch. Friday night
would be their first party in the frat house as pledges and it was
closed to outside guests. The pledges were required to wear their black
tank tops and the pledging rules were relaxed, but just a little, they
were still  required to say "Sir" when addressing an active member and
move  out of their way. The big brothers were proud to show off their
little brothers to the senior members and alumni, most of which  were
as still as hunky as they were when they were younger and  more active.
Cleve was beaming all night as he introduced Ron   who was wearing a
tight form fitting black tank top that displayed his solid slightly
furry upper body to the utmost.  His nipples stood out like two knobs
on his large well shaped   pecs. Cleve was also wearing a tank top that
showed off his hard wrestler's body and hairless chest. Both Cleve and
Ron unconsciously flexed their large peaked biceps, tight triceps   and
cutup forearms all night long as if in an imaginary contest, until the
muscles in their arms were warm and engorged  with blood increasing
their size even more.
    When the party started to break up around 1 a.m. Cleve took a hold
of Ron's arm and led him down the stairs to the mat  room in the
basement. As they slowly climbed down the dimly lit stairs, each with a
hand shoved deeply into the other's hip pocket, Cleve explained to Ron
that the members often had matches there. He told Ron that on the
previous Saturday night  Dale and Jack, and Fred and George had fought
for the privilege of being big brothers to Bill and Bert, the victors
were obvious. Cleve asked Ron "How about a friendly brotherly match?"
Ron replied "Sure!" They hung the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign  on the door
before entering the basement and locking the door   behind them. Cleve
turned on the red spot lights and they filled the room with their warm
glow.  The faced each other and  slowly slipped the tank tops off of
each other's torsos, exposing their broad chests and large nipples.
Their hands reached out and took a hold of the other's solid pecs then
they stroked their fingers gently over the erect nipples, teasing and
tantalizing them further. Then they clamped their steel like fingers
tightly onto the mounded pecs, squeezing and massaging them like ripe
melons until they glowed just like their arms.  Then they allowed their
hands to slip lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the
other's levis.  Their fingers snaked around each others tight waists.
With their left hands shoved deep inside the back of the others pants,
they both used their right hands to loosen the belts and  undo the
buttons of each other's flies. Their levis slipped slowly from their
narrow hips over their muscular legs and fell  to the floor in two
shapeless heaps. They stepped back from each other to admired the
other's firm muscular body. They faced each other, naked and unashamed,
before again embracing. Their  taut bodies pressed tightly together as
they ran their hands over the other's broad shoulders and back.  Slowly
but surely their hands slipped lower and lower until they dug their
fingers into the other's buns. They kneaded each other's firm   ass
cheeks. Their tongues probed at each other's willing mouths and their
lips were held firmly together by the strong suction  Th)Tof their
lungs, until Ron's mouth broke free with a loud pop.
    Ron ran his tongue over Cleve's neck and under his chin, savoring
Cleve's salty skin, and nibbling at the corded   muscles of his
shoulders and neck.  When Ron's tongue reached Cleve's ear lobe, he
began to chew on it before engulfing his   whole with his warm moist
mouth. As Ron's tongue began to wander around the whorls of Cleve's ear
and probe at the auditory canal, Cleve dug his fingers deep into Ron's
ass and pulled their bodies into even more intimate contact.  Their
bodies twisted and writhed as the sweat poured from their  bodies
lubricating their chests and washboard stomachs allowing  them to slid
effortlessly again each other. The continued stimulation was driving
them wild with erotic thoughts and actions. Their cocks soon joined in
the action, snapping to attention and forcing their way slowly into the
other's groin   and rubbing against an equally hard shaft. Cleve left
hand loosened its grip while Ron continued to chew on the side of his
neck. Cleve released Ron's right cheek, moved his hand away  and
suddenly sent it careening against the pink flesh with a resounding
whack. Ron jumped with the surprise blow. Cleve sent  his hand on its
mission again and again. With each slap Ron moaned but his nibbling
didn't miss a beat.  As Ron's right cheek was beginning to glow a deep
cherry red, Cleve switched   hands and began to work on Ron's other
cheek. Ron was enjoying  the punishment his buns were absorbing so much
that he didn't realize that he had given Cleve a very large hickey on
the side  of his neck, fortunately low enough that it would be hidden
by  his shirt collar. Ron allowed his hands to slid from Cleve's ass.
He sent both of hands crashing into Cleve's buns they landed with
enough force so as to leave two bright red hand prints, one on each
cheek. Cleve wasn't used to having some beat on his ass at all, but for
some reason Ron beating on his  ass turned him on even more.  Cleve
doubled both the frequency and the force behind his open handed slaps,
alternating rights  and lefts as he beat a tatoo on Ron's ass.
    Ron stopped sucking on Cleve's right ear, only to run his tongue
under Cleve's chin and get a lip lock on his right   ear, engulfing it
with his hot salvia. Ron was still beating his own tatoo on Cleve's red
hot butt as the juices began to flow from the head of his ramrod. Soon
both of their cocks were  bathed with the warm lubrication of rich man
juices as their shafts ground against the other. Cleve knew that he
couldn't restrain his urges much longer as his balls began to churn and
his sac began to contract. He quickly broke loose from Ron's grasp and
threw him to mat face first and straddled Ron's legs.  Cleve redoubled
his attack on Ron's bubble butt, slamming his   hands against the
glowing mass of flesh. With each slap he dug  his fingers into Ron's
well massaged cheeks. With one last double slap Cleve's balls
contracted violently and his cock erupted, spewing hot sticky cum the
length of Ron's back, from  his ass crack to the nape of his neck and
splashing into his hair. As Cleve's cum was impacting his back, Ron let
out a moan  of relief as his balls slammed into crotch.  The wad shot
from his cock with such force that it almost bored a hole through
Th)Tthe vinyl mat. Cleve pushed down on Ron's beaten butt and ground
Ron's stiff dick into the huge puddle cum.
    Cleve rolled Ron oven onto his back and lowered his body onto his
little bother's.  With Cleve on top they exchanged  soft tender words
and caressed each other's exhausted bodies while the fires that were
lit continued to burn in their butts.  It was warm in basement. Soon
both of them were fast asleep, wrapped in each other's strong arms.
Their bodies were drenched with sweat and cum, but neither of them
noticed and anyway they  would get cleaned up in the morning.