Date: Sun, 2 Aug 1998 18:45:07 EDT
From: TheoNorth@aol.com
Subject: LeaDR House Ch. 4

WARNING: The following is a work of fiction containing (hopefully) graphic
descriptions of sex between any number of willing men. If this sort of
material offends you, you shouldn't be reading it. If you are too young to
read this sort of material, you shouldn't be reading it. If however, you
are of age and you're sitting in your dorm room and no one else is around
and you can't figure out why you get a hard-on every time your best buddy
drops his shorts and heads to the shower...read on my friend.

This story is purely fictional. Any similarities between the men in this
story and the men that you know are purely coincidental, although the
author wouldn't mind hearing about them himself.

Comments may be sent to TheoNorth@aol.com

Constructive criticism will be accepted. Praise will be absorbed. Flames
will be ignored.

Now, without further ado . . .


                           LeaDR HOUSE
                          by Theo North

                            Chapter 4
           In which Peter learns about restraint . . .
                          and restraints


Peter sat on the bed of his new Big Brother's room in LeaDR House. He had
packed up his belongings from the dorm and moved them in here this
morning. The young blonde kid stared across the room at his Big Brother:
Tom reminded Peter of a cowboy out of a fantasy. The senior had broad
shoulders and a tiny waist; his slim ass and generous basket were squeezed
into a faded pair of jeans and he was seldom seen outside the house without
a pair of cowboy boots and a broad-brimmed hat. At first glance, one might
be tempted to scoff at Tom and think he was "all hat and no horse." A
closer look at his boots, though, revealed the dust and scuff marks. His
sheepskin-lined coat was well-worn. The fact was Tom had come to
St. Winston from North Dakota where he grew up on a large ranch. Riding the
fences, roping and branding steers and boiling coffee over a small fire in
miserable cold were pretty much second nature to him. (In his teenage
years, the ranch hands had taught Tom a few other tricks that were now
second nature to him, as well.) Fact was, despite being a chemistry major
at a fancy Ivy League private school, Tom was cowboy through and through.

"Why'd you do it?" Tom asked.

Peter knew what Tom was talking about. In the early hours of the morning,
the innocent looking kid with the big blue eyes and the pug nose had
revealed himself as a slobbering dick-pig, sucking off every senior in the
frat during a pledge ceremony. Peter stared into his Big Brother's face:
the hard, dark eyes, the mustache perched like a shelf above the usually
grinning mouth only now that mouth was set into an unhappy grimace which
warned of danger ahead. Peter didn't even think of lying or copping an
attitude. "Sir, I don't know, sir" he mumbled, dropping his face and
blushing.

"You don't know??!! You fucking embarrassed me in front of everyone in the
fraternity!" Tom's face reddened as he turned angrier and angrier staring
at his little brother. His voice, though, never raised above the same
frighteningly level, deep growl. "When I first met you at the rush parties,
I thought you were a pretty neat kid. I figured we had some stuff in common
and we'd get along great. Now, I find out I've got the class slut as my
little brother and I'm going to have to spend my senior year keeping an eye
on you and disciplining your ass every time you go stray ...  which I'm
betting is gonna be a full time job. What the fuck do you have to say about
that, boy?"

"Sir, I'm...I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it..." Peter's voice was
choking. "I just ... had to. I can't explain it, sir."

"Can't or won't?"

There was a long pause as Peter gasped for breath. "Won't..." he
whispered. "Can't and won't. I'm sorry, sir ..." A small tear trailed down
the young man's cheek.

Tom saw the tear. His voice softened slightly. "Peter, do you remember what
Brock told you pledges downstairs?"

"No, sir?"

"There can be no secrets between a pledge and his Big Brother. Now tell me
what's going on.  Why did you suck all those cocks?" Peter remained silent,
staring at the floor between his feet.  "You know that Brock is going to be
in here as soon as he gets done beating the hell out of Travis, Carter and
Joey. He's decided that you'll be the first pledge to undergo a personal
test and I'm supposed to think of a suitable one for you. I can't do that
if you don't tell me what's going on.  The test is supposed to help you
overcome a personal flaw. Right now, I know that your flaw is that you're a
slut, but I don't know why. So talk to me."

"I'm not a slut!" Peter snapped back angrily. "...sir" he added a few
moments later.

"Drop the sir, crap. Talk to me. If you're not a slut, why did you suck
eight cocks in a few hours' time this morning?"

"I've never sucked a cock before in my life ... until the pledge test,"
Peter said.

Tom's jaw dropped. He remembered the incredible blowjob the kid had given
him. Hell, Peter's blowjobs were all anybody was talking about
today. Aside, maybe, from the face-fuck that David took from Josh, Peter
was giving the best head in the room. That was partly what upset Tom. He
knew that all of the seniors were going to be trying to get a blowjob from
his little brother . . .  and once word got out to the juniors and
sophomores, they were going to want a piece of him as well. Tom was
definitely going to have his hands full keeping the LeaDR's out of Peter's
throat.  "Get out of here. You suck cock too good. You must have done it
lots before."

"Nope. Never."

Tom almost wanted to laugh. "But you're a born cocksucker!"

"Apparently so," Peter admitted, smiling a little for the first time since
the conversation started.  "See, my family is, um, well, very
conservative. Hell, who am I kidding? They're Nazis.  Christian-Nazis. My
dad is a preacher a real fire-and-brimstone kind of guy. Every Sunday, he
basically stands up and tells us and everyone in the room that we're all
sinners and we're going to Hell. According to dad, you can go to Hell for a
lot of things. You listen to rock-n-roll music, you go to Hell. You listen
to rap music, you go to Hell. You listen to any music other than gospel
music, you go to Hell. And you've got to be careful which gospel you listen
to because some of those women singing contemporary Christian music wear
make-up and blue jeans, and that will also send you to Hell. You watch a
Disney movie, you go to Hell. You watch almost anything on television, you
go Hell even the educational stuff. Heck, sometimes ESPECIALLY the
educational stuff. PBS is a one-way ticket to Hell. You curse, you go to
Hell. You disobey your parents, you go to Hell. You have sex out of
wedlock, you go to Hell. Actually, I think that if you have sex IN wedlock
and enjoy it, you also go to Hell. You read Stephen King books you go to
Hell. You read Anne Rice books, you not only go to Hell but the hounds of
Hades spend all of eternity gnawing on your testicles"

"You made that up."

"Yeah, I did," Peter grinned. "But I'll bet my dad wouldn't object to it as
a fitting punishment for someone who reads about homosexual vampires. The
point is, everything is forbidden with my parents. Sports, dancing, music,
movies...anything that normal kids do after school, I wasn't allowed to
take part in. I had to come straight home and spend the evening doing my
homework and reading Bible lessons (which my dad assigned and which
frequently dealt with the sins of the flesh and how they would send you
straight to Hell). I didn't know anybody. I didn't have friends.  I never
went on a date. I didn't know anything at all about sex. Well, that's not
true. I knew how to jerk myself off. I guess every boy figures that out on
his own sooner or later. But I didn't do it too often because I couldn't
risk my parents finding the dried cum stains on my sheets or clothes or
anything."

"Why didn't you use the bathroom and just clean up with toilet paper and
flush it?" Tom asked.

Peter blushed a deep red. "They timed me."

"WHAT???!!!"

"They timed me in the bathroom. I only had 3 minutes to do whatever had to
be done. If I took longer, than for weeks afterward I wasn't allowed to
shut the door while I was in the bathroom. I had to poop or pee or whatever
with the door open and frequently with my dad watching me. He or mom also
watched me whenever I was taking a shower."

"Jesus," Tom whispered. "What a screwed up family."

"Tell me about it. Well, anyway, then I got to high school."

"What happened then?"

"Well, a lot of things. First of all, I found the school library. It was
fantastic. There were all these books that I had never seen or even heard
of before and I was amazed to read about people who thought and did
incredible things without worrying about whether God would strike them down
for their actions. The writing itself amazed me, too! I read everything I
could get my hands on from Emily Dickinson to Clive Barker. Of course, I
had to read them during my study hall in the library. I could never take
those books home with me. It was worth it, though. The words were so
beautiful. I mean, these people could use words to make you want to go out
and live. Up until then, I'd only heard words used to threaten; I'd never
seen them used to inspire. I knew right then I wanted to be a writer. So I
worked my butt off and got a scholarship to St. Winston's. My parents, of
course, told me I would go to Hell if I left home and came to college
here."

"But they let you come anyway?"

"Not exactly. I snuck out of the house one morning with a suitcase full of
clothes, and a small wad of money I had managed to save up. I was
determined to come here."

"To learn more about writing and literature?" Tom asked.

"To learn more about life ... and about guys." Peter sighed. "See, the
other thing I discovered in high school was guys. I had to take gym, and
after gym class, we all had to take showers. I had never seen another
person naked in my life and suddenly I was standing in the middle of all
these other guys in a shower room. They were soaping up their nuts and
dicks without any embarrassment. They joshed around and laughed. They
snapped towels at each other's asses. I was blown away. I wanted to be like
them, only, slowly, I realized that maybe I didn't want to be JUST like
them. I wanted to do things that maybe they didn't do. I wanted to jerk
their cocks off, like I did mine, but somehow I knew that wasn't a good
thing to do in the shower room.

"Then, one day, one of the guys started talking about getting a blowjob
from one of the girls in school. I had never even heard of such a thing but
he described it in pretty good detail. A couple of the guys got boners
listening to him and, man, I wanted to give them blowjobs just like the one
that girl had given.

"I knew the things I was thinking about were evil, that they were wrong and
that I would burn in Hell. But, I mean, sheesh, according to my dad,
everything will land you in hell, so I wasn't too concerned about the fact
that I liked guys. I just couldn't figure out how to make it happen.

"Then I got here. And you guys put me in a room on my knees and gave me a
big collection of cocks and the permission to suck them. Man, I couldn't
resist. I couldn't wait any longer. I was in heaven ... well, maybe not my
dad's version of heaven!!" Peter and Tom both laughed.

Tom stared at his little brother for a long time, thinking about the story
he had just heard. "Peter, do you feel guilty for what you did this
morning?"

"No, sir."

"Do you think you'll burn in Hell?"

"I don't know. I've been reading a lot of stuff about religion. I found out
there are points of view other than my dad's. And I've always thought, even
before I knew I liked guys, that God created me and he made me who I am for
a reason."

"Hmmmmm." Tom thought a bit longer. "When you masturbate, Peter, how long
does it take you to cum?"

"I can do it less than three minutes," Peter grinned. "Remember I had to
play 'Beat the Clock' in the bathroom."

At that moment, there was a loud rap on the door. Tom opened it and, as
expected, there was Brock. Behind him were the three pledges who had failed
this morning's test along with their big brothers. The pledges all had
tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes. The upperclassmen all sported big
grins and carried still-warm paddles.

"Have you devised a test for your pledge, brother?" Brock asked.

"Yes, I have." Tom then whispered into Brock's ear. As the message went on,
the smile on Brock's face grew wider and wider. Occasionally he glanced
over at Peter.

"I like it," Brock said when Tom was finished.

"You'll get the room set up for me and gather the men, then? I've got to
grab a few 'props' from up here." Tom asked.

"You got it, ace. Give me about 20 minutes and then bring the guest of
honor downstairs to the exhibition room."

With that, Brock was gone and Tom began rummaging around in a dresser
drawer. He pulled out leather straps, latex toys and a variety of items
that Peter couldn't even begin to guess the purpose of.

				    ***

Twenty minutes later, Peter and Tom were standing behind a door. Peter was
dressed as all pledges should be in his underwear. Tom had shed his shirt
but still had his tight jeans and boots on. He was also carrying a bag with
all the stuff he had collected upstairs. On the other side of the door,
they could hear Brock talking to the chapter house. "Gentlemen, this
evening the first of our new pledges will undergo a test of his manhood and
worthiness to become a LeaDR. Tom has discussed the test with me and I have
deemed it worthy and appropriate for the pledge.

"This morning, our young pledge Peter discovered the joys of man-to-man
pleasure for the first time." Brock paused as there were laughs and hoots
of disbelief in the audience. "...For the first time," he continued. "And I
think we would all agree that he needs no tutoring in the correct way to
please his brothers." There was another pause with more laughter and
hoots. "What Peter does need to learn, however, is restraint. He must learn
to, occasionally, deny himself immediate pleasure in order to enjoy the
intense bliss of delayed gratification. Tom has engineered a test which,
hopefully, will teach his little brother just that lesson.  Enter,
gentlemen!"

The door swung open and Tom pushed Peter through it. The young pledge found
himself on a small stage facing a room full of LeaDRs. The entire chapter
was here, including all the pledges.  They sat on the floor by the stage or
lounged on sofas and chairs around the room. Peter didn't have long to look
around, however, before Brock and Tom grabbed him and roughly pulled him to
the center of the stage. While Brock held him in place, Tom grabbed the
young blonde's left wrist and yanked it high into the air. He clasped a
leather cuff around the wrist and tugged hard on a chain which connected
the cuff to the ceiling, pulling out any slack. Peter stared at the cuff in
disbelief as Tom did the same thing to his right wrist. "Holy crap!"
thought Peter. "What the heck is going on, here?"

Brock then kicked the inside of Peter's legs, spreading them wide. The
pledge looked down to see his Big Brother locking the boy's ankles into a
set of steel cuffs screwed to the floor of the stage.  The fear was rising
inside Peter. He wasn't sure he was ready for this and he wanted to scream
out.

Then, Tom was standing in front of him. The big, handsome senior leaned
forward and gave Peter a gentle kiss on the lips. "Trust me little
brother," he whispered. "It won't hurt ... too much ... and you'll be very
happy afterwards."

Peter calmed down. He saw Brock leave the stage and settle onto a love seat
next to Scott. Then, he felt Tom's hands grabbing the waistband of his
white jockeys. A sharp, hard tug and the stud had ripped the shorts away
from the boy's hips. Peter was naked and suspended in front of the entire
chapter. His smooth chest heaved as his breath grew deep in fear and
excitement. His tiny, brown nipples stood up tall in the open air.

Tom remained silent as he knelt in front of Peter. He grasped the boy's
cock in his large, calloused hand and slowly stroked it up and
down. "Oooooooh yes!" Peter moaned as he thrust his hips forward. In only a
few strokes, Peter's tool maxed out at six hard inches and was leaking
precum. Tom stopped the hand job and the boy moaned in disappointment. Tom
ignored him, though, and pulled one of the leather cords from his bag and
began to wrap it around and around the young man's turgid cock. The head
flared and turned from red to purple as the cord wound higher and higher,
tighter and tighter. Tom drew on his rope-handling knowledge to tie a quick
knot in the cord and trap Peter's cock in the leather bindings.

Tom then grabbed a second cord in his right hand and his little brother's
tender balls in his left.  The nuts looked so pink and hairless, though Tom
could feel the dusting of blond fuzz covering them. He circled his fingers
tightly just above the pledge's balls and gave a quick, sharp tug
down. Peter lurched from the unexpected assault on his testicles and
groaned. Tom gave another sharp pull. He then tied the second leather cord
around Peter's sack, near the base of his cock.  Slowly, methodically, he
wound the cord around and around the boy's pouch, working his way lower
with each wrapping. Peter was whimpering and sweat broke out on his brow as
he felt his balls being pushed lower and lower. Tom was patient and
continued to work on stretching the pledge's nuts as far as possible. He
was still a few inches shy of the boy's knees when he had to admit he had
gone as far as possible. He tied off the cord.

Tom then grabbed a half-pound weight from his bag. The weight was connected
to a little hook.  "This is to keep your balls from trying to snap back
into place," Tom said as he held the weight in front of Peter's confused
face. Tom then hooked the weight onto the leather cord on the boy's balls
and dropped it. "OOWWWWWW!!" Peter cried out and several guys in the
audience winced as the young pledge's balls were snapped down another inch
or two by the dropping weight.

"The purpose of these cords and the weight is not to torture you," Tom said
to his little brother.  "They are meant to keep you from cumming. We have
pretty effectively sealed off the tubes connecting your testicles to your
cock."

"Sir, yes sir," Peter answered in a small, miserable voice.

"Of course, I don't imagine you're in the mood to cum right now anyway, are
you pledge?"

"Sir, no sir."

"Well, that's what this is for," Tom said, holding up a large vibrator.

Peter's eyes bulged. The plastic cock was eight inches long and looked
awfully thick. Peter had never been fucked by anything, but he knew
instinctively and dreadfully that his Big Brother intended to shove that
latex dick up his ass.

With little ceremony, Tom greased up the vibrator and his little brother's
tight hole. Silently, Tom regretted that the toy would have the honor of
breaking open this young stud's ass, but he knew this test was an important
lesson for the boy and Tom would just have to settle for being Peter's
first live fuck later on. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," he
silently told himself as he slid the plastic prick home.

"OOOOOOOWWWWW!!! AAAAH!" Peter moaned as his cherry butt was violated for
the first time. The vibrator was hard and unyielding. With the force of
Tom's strong arm backing it up and propelling it on its journey, the cock
shoved forward relentlessly. "OOOOOOOOH!" Tom had almost the entire thing
up Peter's ass. Only an inch or so remained outside just enough for Tom to
reach the controls. He gave the base a twist and the plastic in Peter's
shit-chute started to hum.

"OH MY GOD! OH HOLY FUCK!!!!" Peter cried out as his bowels began to
vibrate. His cock jumped and twitched in front of him. His mind swam with
intense sensation as his entire body began to tingle. He could feel the
electric hum from his asshole to his toes up to his ears. "OOOH YES! MORE!
I'm gonna cum Tom, sir. Oh sir, I'm gonna cum, SIR!!!!!!!"

"I don't think so," Tom said quietly.

It was true. Though Peter's balls danced and jerked and fought valiantly to
work their way up to the base of his dick, the bindings held them firmly in
place. Peter's entire body wanted to blast a load, but Tom's handy work
with the leather cords kept it from happening. Meanwhile, the vibrator
continued to buzz away in Peter's ass. Tom was good at his work and he had
managed to line the toy up with Peter's prostate. The thing was buzzing
away on the pledge's magic button and Peter thought his head would explode
from the intense pleasure that was sweeping over him.

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!! SIR, PLEASE SIR, LET ME CUM!!! PLEASE!!" Peter was
almost crying.

"Peter. PETER!" Tom spoke quietly but firmly into his little brother's
ear. "Look out at the audience. You're putting on quite a show, I guess."

Peter opened his eyes and was stunned and further stimulated by the sight
before him. An orgy had broken out in the room. Hard bodied college men
LeaDRs were fucking themselves silly on every available surface and in
every imaginable combination.

"Look over there," Tom whispered in Peter's ear, pointing to a grouping
over by the couch.

				    ***

"Jesus Randy has a big, thick cock," David thought as he stretched his
mouth wide over the fratcock in front of him. "How in the world does a
sophomore get such a big meat . . . and so much hair?" David's face was
buried against the theatre major's hard, furry tummy. The scent of man musk
and sweat drove him on and he buried more of that male meat in his
throat. He ran his hands over the thick, brown fur covering Randy's chest
and sighed . . . or at least he would have sighed, if his mouth hadn't been
plugged with cock.

All around the room, pledges and upperclassmen were engaged in similar
activities. The sounds of mouths slurping and suctioning on hard greek cock
were accompanied by the steady slap, slap, slap of some Big Brothers' hips
ramming steadily against a tight pair of pledge ass cheeks. Above it all,
the moans and lusty cursing of horny young men fucking themselves delirious
filled the air.

"MMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHHPMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOO!!!!!" David moaned as Josh, the
fraternity president and David's Big Brother, rammed his long, hard cock up
the pledge's tight ass. Now David was getting fucked from both
ends. Randy's big hands clamped onto the side of his head as the horny
sophomore started power-driving his beer-can thick cock in and out of
David's throat. David's eyes watered. His nose watered. His entire face
felt stretched beyond his endurance as that big, hard cock ploughed in and
out of his throat. "Take that cock, pledge-boy. Yeah, show your horny
brother how a LeaDR sucks cock! Yeah! Take it all down, boy. Good boy."

David just moaned as Randy's horny words drove him on and on. "Your Big
Brother likes seeing you suck on my hard cock, don't you Josh?"

"Sure do!" Josh answered as his cock made a particularly brutal lunge into
David's bowels. "Oh fuck. Nothing like watching your little brother getting
cock-stuffed from both ends especially if you're the one plugging his tight
little ass and your lover is the one plugging his mouth.  Oooooooooooooh!"

David began to writhe back and forth between the two hard cocks. Thrusting
forward to take Randy's fat fratdick down his throat, then pulling back
hard to feel Josh's long, thin snake grate over his prostate. The young
pledge was in cock heaven and he moaned happily around Randy's
mouth-plugger.

It seemed impossible, but Randy's cock was actually swelling thicker. David
knew the stud was going to shoot and he could hardly wait to see what kind
of load a rocket like that would fire.  Randy's pace picked up, as did
Josh's, and both men were ramming harder and harder against David's
body. The pledge was no longer controlling any of the action; he simply
knelt between his brothers with both holes opened as he was fucked
thoroughly.

"UNNGH! UNNNGH! OOOOOOOOH!" moaned Randy.

"FUCK! FUCKINGODDAMNMOTHERSHITSONOFABITCH!!!!" ranted Josh.

Eventually, their voices blended in a loud and sustained shout as their
cream unloaded and coated David fore and aft. Randy's load had indeed been
huge. David swallowed as much as he could as the fat cannon in his mouth
fired shot after shot. Eventually, his throat could take no more and still
Randy's cock was spurting cum. It seemed impossible that any one man's
balls could hold so much cum, but Randy continued to shoot huge, thick ropy
wads of cum, moaning and cursing above David. Drowning in cum, David
coughed and gagged. Cum shot out his nose as he coughed and Randy's cock
popped out of his mouth. It continued to spray and the last three shots
landed on the young man's face.

Behind him, Josh was shooting an only-slightly-less-impressive load up
David's ass. The warm cum up his ass felt soothing after the hard fuck the
boy's hole had endured. David tried to hold that cum in his chute, but as
Josh's long prick slid out, some of the cum followed and dripped down the
insides of the boy's thighs.

Covered in cum, David flipped over onto his back. His head cradled against
Randy's abs as he looked into the eyes of his fraternity president and Big
Brother and beat his own meat frantically.  It didn't take long before
David's load sprayed out and covered his chest and abs.

				    ***

"OOH! MAN THAT'S SO HOT!!!" Peter moaned in ecstatic pain as the visual
stimulation before him fed the physical stimulation his rear was
receiving. His cock head and balls were a deep, dark shade of purple as the
need to cum had his body in turmoil.

Tom stood behind his little brother, his arms wrapped around the horny
young pledge, massaging his pecs and playing with the boy's pert
nipples. Peter could feel the black hair of Tom's chest tickling his
back. The cowboy stud's deep voice was both calming and exciting to the
young man.  "Hold on there, partner. You're going to be fine. You're going
to be better than fine. You're going to feel so fucking fantastic when you
finally blow your wad. Just trust your Big Brother, buddy.  Enjoy
yourself. Oh yeah.....Holy hell man, look over there. Look what Alec's
doing to Kurt..."

				    ***

Alec was on his knees behind Kurt. He couldn't help but gasp as he finally
got the chance to pry open the young stud's ass cheeks and get a peek at
the clean, pink pucker hidden inside. "Oh yeah," he whispered. The young
man's ass was as perfect as Alec had hoped. To most people on campus, Alec
was a shy, but attractive young man who worked hard at his studies. True,
Alec was a very good student, but he was hardly shy, as any of the LeaDR's
could tell you. Alec was the nastiest ass-man in the frat and he had been
lusting over Kurt's round, firm pledge-butt since he first saw it.

Alec stuck his tongue out and hungrily plunged it into Kurt's
asshole. "Mmmmmmmph" he moaned as he shoved his tongue deeper and
deeper. The hole tasted like Ivory soap and sweat with just a buttery hint
of musk. Alec shoved those round asscheeks wider open and continued his
assault.

"SIR! OOOH YES SIR! EAT MY ASS SIR! EAT THAT HOT FRESHMAN ASS! SIR!
OOOOOOH SIR!" Kurt moaned as his shoulders collapsed onto the coffee table
and his green eyes shut tight in pleasure.

As suddenly as it had begun, the tongue disappeared from his asshole and
Kurt looked back over his shoulder to see his Big Brother standing above
him, panting, with spit and ass juice coating his face. Alec's eyes had a
strange and dangerous gleam. Kurt thought he looked like a man posessed
... or a man inspired.

Alec reached down under the table and brought out a dildo that was so long
it was almost comical. The thing was 18" long and Kurt wanted to laugh
except for the fear that Alec was going to shove that entire thing up his
ass. Then, he realized the dildo had a head at each end.  "You gonna share
that thing, Big Brother?" Kurt said with a wicked grin.

Alec returned the grin. "I knew you were the right little brother for
me. Get up on the table, boy!  On your hands and knees!"

"Sir, yes sir!" Kurt soon felt the dildo pressed against his
ass. "Oooooooh" he moaned as the dong snaked its way up his
shitter. "OOOOH, sir! YES, pump that whole damn thing up my tight freshman
boycunt! YES SIR! OOOOH!"

"TAKE IT BOY! Take that dildo deep! Take your share, little brother!" Alec
commanded as he shoved the dildo halfway up his brother's ass. When the
plastic pecker was buried inside Kurt, Alec climbed up on the table behind
his little brother and shoved the other end of the dong into his own
ass. "Slowly, now...come on...slowly work it back and up into me."

The boys worked like a well-oiled machine literally. With little effort
they were soon ass cheek-to-ass cheek on the coffee table and moaning with
pleasure as they both got butt-stuffed.  "OK now, FUCK!" Alec yelled out.

"Sir, yes SIR!" Kurt barked as the two horny fratboys began slamming their
asses back and forth against one another. Several guys stopped what they
were doing to cheer the two on and watch as the rhythmic slapping of two
hot male asses slamming into each other filled the room.

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OOOOOOH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH KURT! DO IT BOY!  WORK THAT
DILDO HARD!!!" Alec moaned. "MAKE YOUR BIG BROTHER PROUD OF YOU, PLEDGE!"

"OOOOOH! SIR, OH FUCK SIR! SO HOT! YEAH! SLAM MY BITCH PLEDGE ASS WITH THAT
HORNY DILDO! YEAH! FILL ME UP SIR! OOOOOOOH!!" Kurt replied.

Cheers were breaking out in the room. Guys were circling around the table
and chanting, urging on the horny dildo masters. Naturally, with such a hot
spectacle going on and so many horny young studs standing around naked,
hands started caressing hard cocks in no time at all. Pretty soon, all the
guys were standing around in a big circle-jerk as Kurt and Alec rode back
and forth on the two-headed cock.

"OH YEAH! Look at all these horny stud brothers getting turned on, Kurt!"

"I see them Big Brother. Think they're going to shoot their hot cum loads
all over our bodies?"  the pledge answered between pants and grunts of
pleasure.

"Oh, I'd say that's a definite." Alec replied. "OOOOOOH! YEAH! BURY THAT
HARD DILDO UP MY ASS, PLEDGE-BOY! COME ON...WORK YOUR ASS YOU HOT FUCKER!!"

Carter, the red-haired pledge, was the first one to shoot his wad. The
first blast arced through the air and landed with a wet, loud SPLAT on
Kurt's shoulder. A second and third jet followed and trailed across Kurt's
tan, muscular back. Soon other LeaDR brothers were following suit and cum
was spilling out all over Kurt and Alec. The two were practically drenched
in hot, pearly, mancum. It dripped from their hair, pooled on their backs
and hung in heavy globs on their faces.

"SIR???"

"Yes, boy?"

"SIR, I'M GONNA CUM, SIR!!!!!"

"ME TOOO!!!!!!!"

Suddenly, a hand (no one was ever sure whose) grabbed the back of Carter's
head and shoved the pledge's face in front of Alec's cock. The senior's
load exploded all over the freshman's cute little face. Carter was coated
in cum. Back at the other end of the table, someone had done the same to
Travis and he had taken Kurt's big load all over his horny jock face. Cum
dripped off of Travis' goatee and coated his face.

The room broke out in applause and cheers and horny whoops of
self-congratulation. Then, a moan from the front of the room reminded them
why they had all gathered for this orgy.

				    ***

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! SIR, OH SIR!  I CAN'T TAKE
MUCH MORE!"

Frankly, after watching the cum-drenched orgy his frat brothers had just
staged, Tom didn't think he could stand much more either. Without saying a
word, he stepped in front of his little brother.  He removed the weight
from the boy's balls and untied the cord holding the pledge's sperm-nuts
down. He then proceeded to remove the cord from Peter's cock. The kid's
prick was more swollen and angry-looking than any Tom had ever seen. Tom
reached behind Peter and pulled the vibrator out of the boy's ass with a
quick tug.

"UUUNGH! Sir, thank you sir!" Peter yelped.

"Hold on boy. There's one more step before this test is finished."

"Sir, what's that sir?

Tom, still on his knees, leaned forward and swallowed Peter's cock into his
throat in one lunge.  Peter felt the warm caress of his Big Brother's
throat around his sensitive cock-head. He felt Tom's mustache against his
own sparse pubic hair. He felt the incredible warmth of another man's mouth
for the first time in his life .... and he EXPLODED!

Cum gushed out of his cock. His mind felt like it was melting from the
sensual fireworks blasting off in his head. His balls danced. His body
spasmed. He jerked and shook against the chains holding him upright on the
stage. His cock fired blast after blast of virgin college cum down Tom's
throat and the hot senior cowboy cocksucker took every drop.

When his orgasm had finished and it looked as if Peter was once again
inhabiting his own body, Tom looked up and smiled. "Now, do you see the
value of delaying gratification? Of waiting for the right moment to make
your move?"

"Sir, yes sir!" Peter grinned. Then he passed out on the chains.

Many, many hours later, the young pledge woke up in his Big Brother's bed
with Tom snuggled up behind him. "How you doing?" Tom asked quietly, his
hand stroking the firm, smooth flesh of Peter's chest.

"Better than ever. Did I pass my test?"

"With flying colors, ace."

Peter grinned and snuggled back against Tom's hard, hairy chest. He felt
the senior's arms encircle him as the two drifted back to sleep. Peter knew
then that despite what his father preached, he was definitely in heaven.

There's more LDR House action in Chapter 5.