Date: Wed, 05 Sep 2001 23:45:41 -0400
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #1 {X} { MM College } [1!?]
The following story contains sexually explicit acts between men. If such
things bothers you, annoys you, disturbs you, frightens you, then why the
hell are you here? Do yourself a favor and leave before you read something
you like and discover that you're actually gay; you might not be able to
deal with the revelation. And if you are not 18 you better leave now before
mommy or daddy walk in and catch you doing something they won't approve of,
and I'm not talking about reading this story. But for those of you who want
to read a pretty interesting story, grab a drink, pull up a chair, and
prepare yourself to be pulled into my world.
The Brotherhood
Chapter I
By: X
There I was standing shoulder to shoulder with fourteen other guys just a
couple of days after arriving at Kingsland University in Connecticut, a
private school for the sons and daughters of society's elite; not exactly
what I was expecting to be doing a week before school started, let me clue
you. But I have to admit that's exactly where I wanted to be standing. I
don't even know why I'm writing this because if the Brotherhood ever found
out I chronicled my time as a pledge I would more than likely lose
everything. I guess I'm doing it for my own sanity; to make sure that
everything I went thru was worth it.
Confused yet? Well then, let me start from the very beginning.
My name is Jacob DeRosa, 19 years old, and I was leaving behind a legacy in
my hometown that only few my dare dream. Never once did I get anything
below an A; I was captain of my high school football and basketball team and
led each team to four consecutive championships, class valedictorian, town
hero, and the guy every girl wanted to go down on. Standing at an even six
foot, I had a nice cut, slender frame with a killer six-pack, thanks to the
five hundred crunches I've been doing every morning since I was fourteen. I
highlighted my light brown hair with streaks of blond just before I headed
off to college and kept my bangs long just passed my nose. My bright green
eyes complemented a tan that was referred to by many woman as "absolutely
gorgeous." And even though I've been with my girl for nearly four years, I
got my fair share of ass on the side. Yeah, I felt bad at times but what's
a guy to do when every girl you meet is willing to drop her pants at a drop
of a dime for you? I did want any guy would do! I fucked her brains out
and then bought my girl a really expensive gift to get over the guilt. I
really do love Alexandra and she is the girl I plan to marry and I only gave
into temptation a few times, but I realize that it was still wrong. But
now that I had to start my new life as a college kid, I had to leave
everything, except Alexandra, behind; I convinced her to go with me to KU
and I'm glad she did 'cause I don't think I would've been able to leave her.
I pulled up in front of dormitory Saturday morning in my silver 2001 Acura
CL after driving an insane amount of miles from Maine; I swear I was
convinced I was never going to get there, but I guess it wasn't that bad
since later I found out my roommate drove all the way from Cali. Anyway,
the moment I got there the buzz around campus was about the Brotherhood and
whom they would pick as their newest pledges. In fact, the buzz reached all
the way up to my home state weeks before I even got to KU. A lot of the
guys were practically on their needs praying to God they would be one of the
lucky few to be chosen. And I'd be lying if I said that the remote
possibility of me being one of the lucky ones wasn't a huge factor in
picking KU over Yale, which completely pissed off my parents of course, but
I had to do what I had to do. Obviously I didn't tell them my reason because
I'm sure they would've had me committed. They simply wouldn't understand
that the Brotherhood is so much more than just another fraternity; at least
that was my understanding of it.
The Brotherhood's connection run extremely deep and I've heard some amazing
stories. It's a known fact that any member once they graduated moves on to
bigger and better things because of the Brotherhood. But the good never
comes without the bad. I once heard of guy who had a promising career as a
cooperate attorney, a guy who received the highest honors from KU, a guy who
decided, for whatever reason, no longer wanted to be a part of the
Brotherhood. He was let go without a problem, but once he graduated he
couldn't get a job even if he offered to work for free. From what I
understand, while he was still in the Brotherhood he was getting phone calls
from across the country with offers that would blow anyone away, but after
he left he became a forgotten dream. Now he's an assistant manger of some
candy store in Iowa. Another guy, a freshmen last year, was hand picked by
TBH to become one of it's newest members, but during his time as a pledge he
decided he wanted out, so they let him go and so did the school a few days
after. And even though he was at top of his class, no other colleges would
even look at him, so now he's a sophomore in some community college in some
small town I never heard of. The moral of the story is you DO NOT cross the
Brotherhood. Now, if these stories and all the other ones I've heard are
true or not, I don't know, but why would anyone want to take that chance?
So after standing outside of my car taking it all in, I grabbed several
bags, my book bag filled with white muscles shirts and boxer briefs, and
made the trip to the top floor, hoping my roommate wasn't there so I could
pick out the best bed and best desk. Thankfully I was the first one there
so I was able to take the bed by the window and the biggest desk, which I
really did need since I still had to bring up my computer. Once I had my
computer all unpacked and hooked up, I started to put my clothes away and
that's when I heard someone clear their throat and knock gently on the open
door. I turned around with a pair of black, A&F boxer briefs in my hands
and saw my new roommate standing there with two huge, green bags on either
hand, smiling.
"You're Jacob right?"
I nodded as he dropped his bags and extended his hand, which I took with a
firm grip. "That's me. And you are..."
"CJ."
"Which stands for what exactly?" I inquired, releasing his hand and looking
him over.
"Just CJ dude."
"Okay...CJ, nice to met ya." To me, he looked like your typical Cali
surfer. He was slim with blond hair down to his shoulders, deep blue eyes,
and wore short cargo pants, flip flops, and a black muscle shirt. It was
clear that he kept his body in good physical condition since I was able to
make out his chest and abs thru the tight muscle T. And I was sure he had
no problems in the ladies department since he was a pretty good looking guy,
and I'm totally secure enough to say that about another guy, but you'd have
to be something else for me to even comment on your looks, guy or girl.
Besides, we all know what's good looking at what's not, no matter what
gender you are.
"Damn dude, I was hoping to get the bed by the window."
"Sorry man, but I waited around for you so we could decided who gets what,
but you took so long I didn't think you were gonna show today." Did I feel
bad for lying? Hell no! How was he ever going to find out?
"I drove all the way from California that's why I'm late, dude." Bending
down to unzip his bags, I noticed him shaking his head disappointedly.
"Doesn't matter bro, I have no problems taking the other bed." He better
not have problem with it 'cause I wasn't about to give up my bed. CJ then
took a hand full of cloths and just dropped it on his bed, which made me
cringe. If there's one thing I can't stand is a messing person. "How long
have you been here?"
I shrugged. "I pulled up around nine and it's eleven now, so I guess about
two hours." Turning my back to him, I continued to unpack and then felt him
looking over my shoulder.
"Dude, is Abercrombie & Fitch all you wear? I swear I've never seen anyone
own so much A&F in my life."
Again I shrugged dismissively. "What can I say? I'm a A&F brat, but
there's some Guess and Structure thrown in there too."
He laughed and went back to shoveling his cloths out of his bags. While I
was neatly folding my cloths into my dresser, he was shoving whatever he
could into his. "So where you from Jacob?"
"Maine."
"Cool dude." I swear if I was going to hear "dude" come out of his mouth
ever other sentence for the rest of the year I was going to have to kill
him, which would really screw up my future plans. "You gotta a girl?"
"Yeah, her parents are driving her down here tomorrow; she just called me
like thirty minutes ago, actually." My God! I was missing Alex like you
wouldn't believe. It's been at least a week since I had sex and now this
fool went and brought her up, so now I'm thinking of her with her lips
around my eight-inch cock! Needless to say I started throwing a bone really
bad and my flimsy windbreaker was doing little to hide it. Good thing I
wasn't facing CJ. I knew I should've worn underwear that day, but when
you're driving alone for as long as I was you have to find ways to keep
yourself entertained and underwear just gets in the way. Thank God for
tinted windows and a glove box full of napkins!
"My girl decided to go to school in Cali so I had no choice but to leave her
behind, but we're gonna see if we can make this long distance thing work.
If not, there are plenty of babes out here dude, so I know I won't have any
problems getting my rocks off."
"I hear ya. How long you been with her?"
"About two months."
I'm surprised my eyes didn't fall out of my head I rolled them so hard.
This "dude" was going to fuck the first girl that opened her legs, of that I
had no doubt. But as we continued to talk I realized he wasn't nearly as
dumb as I figured him to be. Turns out he graduated second in his class
with honors from the top high school in the district, and the only reason
got second was because he was in a car accident that kept him out of school
for awhile. I guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover.
"So CJ, why did you decide to come way out here for school?"
"Same reason every other guy came here, dude...the Brotherhood. If my
chances of getting in are one in million then it was still worth the trip."
"Are you serious? You drove cross country just for that?"
"You trying to tell me you're here 'cause you like the scenery?"
"KU is an awesome school and has everything I need, man." Though he had his
back to me, I could see him stroking the air in front of him as if jacking a
cock.
"Bullshit dude! Try telling me another one, and make it believable this
time."
After a brief moment of silence, I finally confessed. And now that my cock
was soft again I was able to turn around. "Okay, okay, you got me. But you
had a much longer drive than I, that's for sure."
"Yeah, but if by some miracle I happen to get in, I'd be all worth it.
Dude, did you know that just becoming a pledge opens up a whole knew door
filled with pussy? I mean girls would do anything you want them to do just
because they know you might become a full Brother one day. Dude...that's
awesome!" He turned around grabbing his crotch. "Dude, I get hard just
thinking of the endless possibilities!"
"What about your girl?"
"Hey, I have to get my rocks off!"
I just laughed and shook my head. "Dude, it's almost twelve. We have to go
to that orientation shit." Oh my God, I was going to kill CJ because I
starting to talk like him. If I had gun I think I would've shot him, no
joke! I ran my fingers thru my hair and pull it back then put a tan, A&F
cap backwards on my head, grabbed a pen and pad for whatever notes I might
need to take and left with CJ to operation; all he took was a bottle of
water.
The dorms was much more alive now than they were a couple of hours before.
Everyone was running around trying to get themselves together and the noise
level was way to high for my taste. Outside we saw mad people coming and
going from every direction, most of them were headed to the same place we
were and since we were unsure where to go we just followed the crowd.
Eventually we ended up in this big room with rows and rows of steel chairs,
but there were more people than chairs so a lot of us ended up sitting on
the floor or leaning up against the wall. I, myself, was not about to sit
on no dirty ass floor so I leaned up against the wall. CJ ended up on the
floor next to me, not that I was surprised or anything.
There was this one girl sitting directly in front of me who caught my eye
and she made it no secret that she was checking me out. She was fine! Long
black hair, deep dark eyes, full lushes lips, and tits for days! Man I
would've loved to fuck her tits until I spewed all over her chest. The
minute Alexandra got there I was going to screw her like there was no
tomorrow 'cause I really needed to get off. My fantasies caused my dick to
twitch in my pants and I wasn't about to be embarrassed by getting a hard on
in front of all those people. Causally I placed my notebook in front of my
windbreaker to hide the bulge, but I'm pretty sure she noticed 'cause before
she turned around she grinned and raised an eyebrow. I think I turned beat
red.
The dean walked in after about ten minutes clad in what appeared to me a
very expensive Armani suit and told us all to settle down and take out a
pad. He was a bit on the short side, but average I guess, and even though
he had gray hair and beard, he didn't really look all that old; I'm guessing
he went gray at a pretty young age. The next thing I feel was CJ pulling on
my leg like some three year old asking for a piece of paper and my extra
pen. And even though I hate ripping paper out of my notebook with a
passion, I gave him a sheet.
The room was still pretty noisy when the dean greeted us to the school. But
no sooner did he open his mouth did the double doors to my left open up and
that's when I got my first glimpse of them. There were three, two of which
stood behind the first who walked thru the door. My first guess was that he
must've been someone of some importance in TBH. I really couldn't see his
face, but he had completely straight, raven black hair about the same
length, if not a bit longer, than CJ's. He was about my height and we
shared pretty much the same build. He wore black jeans, black lugz, and his
black lettermen jacket that had "The Brotherhood" written in silver across
the top in Old English. I couldn't make out the other two since they too
had their backs to me. All I could tell was that the shorter of three had
short, dirty blond hair and the other had auburn hair. They all looked very
neat and put together, I guess, like that was the official TBH dress code.
Once I was able to pulled myself from the air of mystery that surrounded
them I realized I could've heard a pin drop, it was that quiet. Not even
the dean spoke a word, he just stood there with his head slightly bowed and
hands behind his back. Every single head in the room was turned around and
focused on the three standing just a few feet away from me.
How utterly bizarre!
The black haired one took two steps forward while the other two stood their
ground. His head moved slowly from side to side, scanning the room like
some hunter looking for his next meal.
What was he doing? Was he trying to size the guys up to see who could cut
it? I had so many question, yet all I can do was stand there looking
dumbfounded, trying to lean forward to get the smallest glimpse of his face.
I think everyone jumped when he spun around suddenly and walked out, but
my mind was able to take snap shot of him while in mid spin. It sounds
crazy but I have an incredible memory and sharp vision. He should've been a
blur but he wasn't. He had fine skin, thin reddish lips, and a small nose,
elfish nose. I was reminded of those A&F models I see in my catalog all the
time.
During the rest of orientation I was totally spaced out to the point of not
remember taking notes, yet the first three pages of my notebook were full of
them. Once it was over CJ and I walked back to our room side by side in
silence. We spent the rest of the day putting our things away with very
little to say to each other and then he left to do God knows what and I was
left alone. I kind of like the quiet in the room because it gave me a
chance to think and look back on things. But the tranquility I lost myself
in like a deep blue ocean didn't last long when CJ returned during the
night.
"Dude...do you think they noticed me?"
I laughed out loud because he sounded so serious as if his world would come
crumbling down around him if they hadn't. "I seriously doubt it guy, since
we were standing directly behind them and they were only looking at the
people in front. And you were sitting down too, which probably made it
harder to be noticed." Once I smelled the beer on his breath it didn't take
me long to figure out what he went to do when he left. He wasn't wasted or
anything, probably just had a few beers down by the local bar who served
college kids even if there weren't twenty-one.
"Oh come on! Don't say that!"
I shrugged and threw my hands up in the air. "It's the truth bro! What do
you want me to say?"
Dropping himself like bag of rocks on the chair, he put his feet up on my
desk and clasped his hands behind his head. "That totally sucks dude!"
Moving his hand down to his crotch, he scratched himself quite vigorously
before returning his hand to the back of his head. "I'll be pissed if I
don't get in!"
"Are you insane? Do you have any idea how many guys go to this school?
The chance of one us getting picked is slim at best. Besides, who the hell
knows what they look for in a potential pledge? For all we know the over
use of the word 'dude' could be the key to getting in."
"If that was the case you think I have a chance?"
"CJ, in the over using the word 'dude' department you have everyone beat
hands down, but I'm thinking it's just a bit more complicated than that." I
pealed off my shirt and threw it in the hamper I placed in the closet, then
I took off my windbreaker, and for a moment I forgot I wasn't wearing
anything underneath, but I didn't care since I'm used striping naked in the
locker rooms to shower up. I saw CJ look over at me to check me out real
quick, then looked away and started up my computer; I told him he could use
it whenever. I wasn't the least bit surprise either because what guy
doesn't compare himself to others? Hell, I've done it myself in the locker
room. The only difference was that most guys are discreet about it; CJ was
totally blatant about it since he has that carefree attitude. It wasn't a
hard look either, just a curious one. And I didn't really care since I'm
proud with what I got. I mean, just soft my boy hangs at four inches and
when it's rock hard it doubles in size, so I have no complaints and neither
have the girls who serviced it.
As I was putting slipping on a pair of black boxer briefs, I saw CJ type
www.wetpussy.com and I just rolled my eyes 'cause I knew then my hard drive
was going to be filled with porn. I turned off the light, opened up the
windows, and slipped under my favorite silk sheet. "I'm wicked tired so I'm
going to bed. I better not find anything white and dried up on my keyboard
buddy, or there will be hell to pay."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
The moment I closed my eyes I heard the computer say "Do you enjoy pussy
honey?" I laughed so hard into my pillow it was ridiculous, and she just
kept talking dirty which made gave me an instant hard on. And then came the
moment I wasn't looking forward to. Wanting to jerk off while your roommate
was in the room. I may have changed in front of other guys before but never
have I jerked with another guy in the room.
What the hell was I going to do now?
I laid still for a long while, thinking, trying to force my hard on to go
away but had no such luck 'cause I was thinking of the last time Alex and I
had sex and how tight her pussy felt around my cock. I bit my bottom lip
hard I was so worked up thinking back to that night in her room. Absently,
I ran my hand down my smooth stomach, feeling the ripples of abs along the
way, until I reached the band of my boxer briefs. I felt the head of my
cock pushing against the fabric trying desperately to free itself. With a
firm gripe I squeezed my cock thru the fabric, all the while I thought of no
one else but Alexandra. I continued to squeeze and stroke my meat for bit
before I pulled the band of boxer briefs down and hooked it under my aching
balls. As I closed my eyes I took hold of my throbbing dick and after only
a few, very slow strokes, the pre-cum dripped down the shaft and created a
natural lube for my cock. My breathing increased thru my nose as I slowly
pumped my hips into my tight fist. But to me it wasn't a fist, it was
Alex's tight, wet pussy I was pumping into.
The room was hot and I got so worked up my whole body was covered in a thin
veil of sweat, my long bangs were damp and clung to the side of my face, and
small beads of sweat formed over my brows; I tasted the salt as moistened my
lips slowly, longingly. My throbbing cock ached in my hand as I continued
to pump. Oh, how I love the slow rhythmic pumping of a nice long jack
session. Normally I could go on for a couple of hours without cumming, but
as horny as I was I didn't know how much longer I could last. I stopped and
traced the glands of my cock with my right thumb. I was so sensitive I
shuddered violently, but it felt so good I prolonged the circular motion
around the head, totally coating my thumb with pre-cum. In fact, almost the
entire length of my dick was now covered in it, which made jacking off feel
ten times better, for my cocked slipped in and out of my hand with great
ease. Whenever I jack I produce an insane amount of pre-cum, which is good
thing because it keeps my dick nicely lubed.
I rolled over from my side onto my back, gripped my shaft with both hands,
and pumped my hips upward very slowly. I was picturing Alex riding me like
she's down so many times before. You just don't understand how much I
wanted to be inside her right then, but that would have to wait until I saw
her on Sunday and for now my hands would do just fine. My dick was so hot
the veins felt like streams of lava under my tight grip; oh how it ached and
throbbed in my hands. The feeling was so great I licked my lips again
slower than before.
I was wrongly ripped from ecstasy when CJ moved and caused the chair to
squeak, snapping me out of my erotic trance. Pressing my silken cock
against my belly, I remained absolutely still and allowed my breathing to
return to normal. But I still felt the pre-cum oozing from my cock and
pooling on my stomach and slowly drip down my side. I was staring up the
ceiling utterly terrified because I would've been so embarrassed if I had
been caught jacking my meat. Little by little I raised my head and looked
over at CJ, who still had his back to me, and was relieved because he was so
engrossed with the naked women on the screen that a bomb could've gone off
in our room and I doubt he would've noticed.
I let my head drop onto my pillowed and let out a soft sigh of relief. I
swore right then and there I wouldn't jerk if CJ was in the room, the chance
of getting caught were simply too high. But for now I had to finish what I
started 'cause there was no way in hell I was going to get any sleep with a
raging hard on. Quietly, I reached for the headboard, catching the cent of
cum as my right hand passed over my face, and slid the small door open and
took out one of the many face cloths I had in there. I took the white
cloth, wrapped it around my cock, and taking one last look at CJ to make
sure he was still memorized by what he saw on the screen, I began pumping my
shaft faster than before, but not so fast that I would draw attention to
myself. I didn't think of anything or anyone because I just wanted to get
it done before CJ decided to turn around. Within a couple of minutes my
balls tightened up, ass clinched, and wave after hot, sticky wave of cum
exploded into the cloth. Grabbing a fist full of sheets, I threw my head
back slightly, arched my back, and grinded my teeth. I was trying hard not
to make a sound, and even though it wasn't easy, I was as quiet as mouse. I
must've shoot at least nine times into the cloth before my orgasm finally
subsided. It was the most intense feeling I felt in a long while.
I laid there, spent, quietly wiping my stomach and hands before slipping the
white cloth under the mattress. That was one face cloth I was never going
to use for what it was originally intended for, so I decided that would be
my official cum rag for the rest of my stay.
Rolling over onto my left side, I was barely able to keep my eyes open when
I heard CJ turn the computer off and walked over to the window. He
stretched and yawned loudly, not giving any thought to the fact that I might
be sleeping. The moonlight was on him like a single ray of light, giving
him a somewhat ghostly appearance; I could just make out his sparking blue
eyes while thinking "When then hell is this idiot going to go to bed?" CJ
looked down at me as if he read my mind and I pretended to be dead asleep,
then he took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, which made me want to
scream.
Did I mention I can't stand messing people?
I opened my eyes just as he was unzipping his pants. They dropped to the
floor moments later and his cock bounced up and slapped his stomach, but
before I could size him up he slipped under his sheets and within minutes
was sleeping peacefully. I was actually expecting him to beat his meat
since he was glued to the porn on the monitor, but he actually surprised me
by going right to sleep. I was glad 'cause the last thing I wanted was to
hear my roommate beat off, but felt guilty because I wasn't able to resist
the urge to jerk off while CJ was in the room. Oh well, what was done was
done and there was no changing. Besides, I swore I would never do it again
while he was there; my guilt was briefly lived for I fell asleep within
minutes.
The next morning I awoke with the sun in my face and my silk sheet stuck to
my abdomen. I groaned, peeled off the sheet and sat up with my feet planted
on the floor. Running my hand thru my hair, I yawned for a really long
time, then stood and stretched. My clock read seven in the morning and I
was surprised I was up so early 'cause I fell asleep wicked tired.
CJ was spread out on his bed looking like a little kid with his right hand
curled up against his eyes and left flat on his stomach. He was definitely
smiling about something, but I couldn't telling you what, and it's not like
I really wanted to know. Sometime during the night with all his tossing and
turning his sheets feel to the floor and he was now laying there completely
naked, and like me, CJ was sporting morning wood really bad. And since he
checked me out the day before of course I was going to take the chance to
size him up. He was big but I was a bit bigger by half an inch or so, but
it gave my ego a major boost to know that I was the bigger of the two even
if it wasn't by much. The boy had big balls thou I'll give him that much.
But since I wasn't really looking forward to walking around the room with a
naked guy on the bed, I took his sheet and covered him up just passed his
waist.
Rolling my eyes, I picked up his cloths, folded them up, and placed them
neatly on his dresser. My bladder was screaming for release, but like
everyday I had to do my morning crunches. Having a full bladder helps a lot
'cause it helps me get thru the five hundred crunches really fast since I
have to piss so bad.
About an hour later I was showered and dress in faded blue A&F jeans and a
gray A&F shirt. I was standing in front of the mirror running my hands thru
my silky hair trying to decide what to do with it. Unusually I don't have to
do much since it normally just falls right into place. I finally decided to
let it do just that, fall into place, and took a seat at my computer and
checked my email.
"Dude, why didn't you wake me?" I heard CJ groan.
I shook my head. " 'Cause I'm not a freaking alarm clock and you are a
grown boy. Now I suggest you get your butt out of bed, take a shower, so we
can go to the store to pick up our books before there's a line out the
freaking door."
"What's the rush? School doesn't start for another week."
"Fine, I'll go by myself, but when you have to stand in line for hours don't
bitch at me about how much it sucked."
"Okay, okay, I'll get up. Can you pass me the towel that's right next you
please?"
I took the towel and threw it over my head. I was waiting to see if he'd
make any smart remarks about me jerking off during the night, but he didn't
so I guess he really didn't have a clue as to what I was doing. CJ took me
by surprise when he got of bed and did a series of push-ups, sit-ups, and
crunches; I was truly impressed 'cause to me he seemed like the slacker
type. It took him about forty-five minutes to get ready and it didn't
surprise me that he threw on the same clothes he was wearing the day before.
Getting our books and supplies took about another hour, then we had
breakfast and got the chance to meet some of the other guys who were living
in our dorm. CJ and I sat at a table with four other guys; two of which
were from a different dorm, but they seemed like cool guys so it was all
good. The first half of breakfast was spent talking about the many
beautiful ladies that were strewn about the room and who we would love to
get into bed.
"You see that blonde over there?" Nick pointed to this gorgeous girl sitting
three tables away from us. Nick was this huge football jock from Tampa
Florida; the kid was all muscle with a think ass neck, a real animal. "That
girl is real easy. She'll spread her legs for you after just one drink."
He grinned and his dimples became quite apparent. The glint in his brown
eyes was one of tremendous excitement, as if that blonde was going to walk
over any minute and drop to her knees in front of him.
"And you know this because?" I inquired with a raised brow, looking at the
girl briefly before returning my gaze to Nick.
"Because I fucked her three times in one night, guy." He put out three
fingers and laughed. "She's from my home town. I'm telling you if you're
ever horny and need to get laid bad just buy the bitch a drink and she'll
ride you all night. The girl's a real slut!"
Everyone laughed loudly.
That kind of talk took up most of breakfast. What can one expect when you
put six horny college guys together around one table? We weren't going to
pull out the Bible and preach the word of God, I can tell you that much. We
traded fuck stories for a while and laughed our asses off for the most part.
I could already tell I was going to get along with these guys famously;
they were just my type of crowd. Then the conversation took a 180 degree
turn when Anthony, a 19 year old freshmen from Rhode Island, posed a very
interesting question.
"So what did you guys think when the Brotherhood showed up at orientation?"
I like him right from the get go since he helped me carry my computer up to
my room. This brown haired, browned eyed white boy from RI was the star
quarterback of the Classical High foot team, so right off the bat we had a
few things in common. He was five eight and probably the fastest thing on
two feet.
Nick's cheek puffed out as he let out a long gust of air and fell back on
his chair, removing his Gap cap, and revealing a mess of curly red hair.
Talk about over dramatization! You'd think someone just told him he was
about to be a father and his life was over. And after all that all he
managed to say was, "Man...it was intense!"
I looked at him for a moment then busted out laughing, of course no one
understood why.
"Dude, what's so funny?" Well, the word "dude" was used. Do I really have
to tell you who asked that question?
"Look at his face! Nick looks like he's about to crap his pants or
something."
He smirked and gave me the finger. "I tell one thing, bro. I almost did
when I saw those guys walk thru the doors."
Paul nodded. "Yeah, my stomach turned, but not because of the Brotherhood
but because I was sitting next to Nick and I swear he did crap his pants
'cause something was smelling awful." Paul was the funny guy from New York
and lived just two rooms down from CJ and I. He was funny and a freaking
genius, for he attended KU on a full scholarship.
"Fuck you kid!"
Paul scratched his eye with his middle finger while looking at Nick.
"Why do you think they were there?" Then there was Steve, a B student from
Massachusetts, and an all around okay guy. Not the best looking guy at the
table, but I guess his personality more than makes up for it. He was a bit
on the skinny side with a few pimples on his face and ink black hair, which
I think he dyed 'cause no one's hair is that black. Speaking of black, the
kid was covered from head to toe in black clothes. I guess you can say he
was one of those guys that was into "Goth." Whatever, to each his own,
right?
"Why else?" Paul squinted his eyes and looked at Steve as if to say, "Are
you serious you dumbass?" Maybe I was wrong, but I got the impression that
Paul didn't like him much. "It was obvious they were checking out what they
had to work with. Freaking duh!"
"Shit!" CJ yelled out loud, drawing more than just a few stares.
Ant looked at me and pouted his lips at CJ. "What's eating him?"
I laughed. "He's just made 'cause we were behind them when they walked in
so I doubt they even noticed us. Now he's all bullshit about it."
"Hey man, you never know." Patting CJ's back to reassure him, Paul smiled.
"I'm guessing everyone here came to KU hoping to get picked by the
Brotherhood." Ant looked around the table at each of us as he waited for an
answer. It was when then I noticed for the first time that he was deck out
in A&F gear like me, which I thought was pretty cool 'cause now I have
another A&F brat to chill with them I go out to buy my stuff.
We all nodded but didn't say anything.
"I'm not here because I want to get into the Brotherhood," Steve insisted.
"I've always hated that type of organized shit."
"Yeah, like you have a chance in hell of getting picked," Paul raised the
corner of his mouth and made the "ok" sign with his hand, then laughed.
"Let me guess, you were the one who wasn't chosen when they were picking
teams in gym class, huh?"
"Why don't you fucking blow me?"
"Sorry, you might swing that way but I don't."
Steve gave him both fingers.
There was a brief moment where everyone just sat quietly, thinking.
"I wonder what it is they look for in a potential pledge," I said to no one
in particular. No one responded since they didn't know the answer. "Do you
guys believe those stories about the guys who wanted out of the Brotherhood
then had their lives go to hell because of it."
"Hell yeah!" They all said in unison. It was pretty funny so we all got a
good laugh out of it.
"I've heard worst!" Nick said adamantly.
Folding his arms on the table, Paul leaned forward slightly. "Like?"
"Well, there was this one guy who grew up in this very state who came to KU
on a full football scholarship and within a few days of getting here was
picked to be a pledge by the Brotherhood. After only a week he wanted out
'cause he just wasn't man enough to see it through to the end. The dude
lost his scholarship and had to leave school." He stuck out one finger.
"He lost his car because his loan was cancelled." He stuck out another
finger. "The guy was kicked out of his apartment by the landlord for no
apparent reason." Another one of his fingers popped up. "No one would give
the guy a job so he had to move back in with his parents because he had no
where else to go." Nick ended his little story wiggling four fingers in the
air. "There was no proof that the Brotherhood was behind it, but everyone
knew they were. It's how they operate. They have connections like you
wouldn't believe. So if anyone of us here happens to get picked, I suggest
you fools see it thru all the way to the end no matter what they throw at
ya, unless you want your life to turn to shit. Because if you actually
become a full Brother then you'll be hooked up for life."
"I wonder what they put you thru while you're pledge," CJ mused.
"It's probably the same bullshit hazing that goes on with every other
fraternity around the country. Some guys just don't have the balls to see
it thru to the end. Me," Nick placed his hand proudly on his chest, "if I
get picked I'm gonna go all the way 'cause I'm not about to lose my football
scholarship. And I'm not about go out like some punk either!"
"And the amount of pussy that becomes available is out of this world!" Paul
added.
"That's what I'm talking about!"
Nick and Paul slapped hands and then the rest of us joined in; my hand was
red when we finally stopped. We continued to talk about TBH and what we
thought they were all about; of course we were all talking out of our asses
'cause we didn't have a fucking clue. While we were talking and busting
each other up, the room feel eerily silent, and thinking about to
orientation I knew that meant only one thing. Everyone around my table
started to look for anyone wearing a TBH lettermen jacket, even Steve who
claimed no interest in TBH. I was the first to spot him standing by the
double doors with his hands in his jacket. It was the same black-haired guy
from orientation. I have to confess, I was utterly intrigued by him and
could not take my eyes off him. It was the mystery that surrounded him and
what he was involved in that held me so captivated, as were we all. We were
slaves to his mere presence and that's what I wanted! To be able to walk
into a room and have all eyes fall on me in silence. The control! The
power! The influence of a Brother! I wanted it bad!
I heard the girl sitting behind me say something like "Oh my God, he is so
hot! I'd bang him in a second."
He stood there for about a minute before he walked to the other side and
exited thru the doors. I was definitely bummed that he didn't even look in
our direction, and I wasn't the only one.
"Shit!" CJ yelled as he threw his hands up in defeat. "What does a guy have
to do to get noticed around here?"
We all laughed at him and I even ruffled his hair playfully.
After breakfast we all pretty much went out separate ways. I jumped in my
car with Ant and headed off to see the sights of Connecticut since I've
never been there, we also went to the local mall to check out the new A&F
gear that came out for the Fall. It was cool to hang out with Ant; we went
for pizza and got to know each other a little better.
By the time we got back on campus it was four o'clock. I said my good-byes
to Ant, grabbed my books from the back seat, and jetted upstairs to my room;
CJ was already there laying on my bed for some odd reason playing with his
gameboy. Since he was on my bed I crashed on his, dumping my books and
notebooks all over my chest.
"Why are you on my bed you bum?"
"Uh, 'cause you have the better view, that's why."
I grinned impishly. "Well, get off 'cause I want to lay down for a bit, I'm
tried."
"Dude, sleep on my bed...I'm busy."
"You're playing gameboy, CJ, that hardly qualifies as being busy."
"It does to me dude!"
"Do you ever not use the word 'dude'?"
"What do you mean, dude?" His tongue was sticking out and to the right as
he concentrated on the tiny screen.
I slapped my forehead...hard! "Nevermind!" I went to get up and noticed a
black envelope sticking out of my chemistry book. I was pissed because I
bought a new book and if it had crap inside of it that meant it wasn't.
"What the fuck?" Pulling out the envelope, I realized there was nothing
written on the front, but when I turned it around I saw the red wax seal
with "TBH" on it. My heart literally stop for a second and my hand started
to tremble. "Oh my God, CJ look."
"What was that?"
"CJ look!"
"Ugh! What do you want dude?" He looked at me harshly, slamming the
gameboy on the bed. "Yeah so? It's a black envelope, good for you."
"Yeah, a black envelope with 'TBH' stamped in the back in red wax."
"Big whoop!" CJ started playing the gameboy again but after a few seconds
he stopped and raised his head. "Wait...did you say TBH?" He was looking
at me now with wide eyes.
I slowly nodded.
"TBH...as in The Brotherhood."
Again I nodded.
"TBH...as in the fraternity every guy and their dead grandfather wants to
get into?"
I nodded.
"TBH...as in..."
"Yes you fucking retard! I don't know about you but I only know of one
TBH!"
CJ jumped out of my bed like it was made of nails and rushed to my side.
"Dude, what are you waiting for? Open it!"
Braking the wax seal, I pulled out a card and a picture with the side and
top view of a plain, white Nike sneaker. 'What he hell?' was my first
thought.
The card read:
Jacob,
Come to the BH house at eight sharp. If you plan on being a
second late don't bother
showing up. If you are interested turn the card over for further
instruction.
There were two pieces of fabric glued to the back, a white one and another
that clearly came from blue jeans. The instruction were simple. I was to
dress in a white t-shirt and blue jeans of that exact same color as the
pieces provided. The picture of the white Nike sneaker was obviously
telling me what I had to wear on my feet.
My heart was racing in my chest! I just couldn't believe my luck.
"Dude, were did you get that envelope from?"
"It was just sticking out of my chemistry book. I have no clue how it got
there since I've had it with me all day. This is so fucking unbeliv..."
Before I could finish my sentence, CJ was dumping everything out of his book
bag onto my bed. He was frantically looking thru his books and pads like a
mad man, and I know I heard a few pages tear. When he didn't find anything
he sat on my bed with his elbows on his knees, wholly depressed. I felt
really bad for the guy. I mean, he really looked like he was about to start
balling. Not wanting to look at him, I looked around the room as if it was
my first time there. What could I possible say to make him feel any better?
Nothing.
I signed and looked over to his desk. "CJ, how long have you been in here?"
He shrugged. "Who fucking cares, dude?"
"I do! Answer the fucking question."
"A few hours. Why? What difference does it make dude?"
"And in all that time you didn't notice that black envelope leaning against
your word processor?"
He looked at his desk then back at me and his whole face just lit up like
you won't believe. It was like someone just told him he won the 100 million
dollar powerball. The boy needed no encouragement from me to get up and
open that envelope. He had the card and picture out before I had a chance
to bat an eye. It said the exact same thing as mine, the only difference
being that it was address to him. We grabbed each other by the arms and
started jumping up and down, and for moment I felt like a five year old
during Christmas.
"Wait! I don't have any jeans this color."
"You sure CJ?"
"Dude, I'm positive!"
"Don't sweat it then, you can borrow a pair of mine." After checking the
countless pairs of jeans I brought with me I realized I didn't have s single
pair that matched the color of the fabric glued to the card; they were
either too light or too dark. Not to mention that I didn't have the
sneakers in the picture. I was going totally bullshit!
CJ and I looked at each other and yelled, "The mall!"
We had to get our asses in gear 'cause being that it was a Sunday everything
was going to close earlier than normal. As we were leaving, a little voice
in my head told me to look over my shoulder and I did. I saw my cell phone
sitting atop the small table that was in-between our beds. It was blinking
which meant I had a voice message.
While standing by the door I asked CJ if my phone had rang while I was away,
to which he replied, "Oh yeah, I picked it the fourth time she called."
"She?"
"Yeah, it was some girl Alexandra."
"Alexandra! That's my girl you idiot! I totally forgot about her. Damn,
she's gonna kill me; I have to call her."
"Dude there's not time!"
"I'll call her on the way." I ran to the table real quick and grabbed my
phone. "Lets go!"
Boy, what a mistake that was. Alex bitched my ear off the entire way to the
mall. I apologized about a billion times but that wasn't good enough for
her. She wanted to see me of course, but I told her I had to do something
really important that night and that I would explain it all later. I was
suppose to help her move her things in and now she thought I was trying to
back out of my promise. She didn't want to hear and hung the phone up. I
knew then I would also be shopping for gift for Alex to make it up to her.
We managed to find jeans and shirts that were damn near close, if not
identical, to the fabrics that came with the card. Surprise, surprise, CJ
was broke and had to bum the money from me. I just put it all on my
MasterCard and were out of there and back in our room getting dressed before
you could say TBH! CJ and I were dressed and ready to go by 7:30.
Needless to say I was nervous as hell when we stepped out of our room.
While standing waiting for the elevator I heard a door shut behind us
somewhere. I looked down the hall and I saw Paul smoothing his shirt down
with his hands; he was dressed just like us.
"Paul!" I yelled. He looked up and strands of his blonde hair fell over
his face, which covered his blue eyes utterly.
"You too!"
I nodded.
The three of use yelled like we each scored the wining touchdown for the
state championship We crushed each other in a three-way bear huge and
grunted like Tim Allen from Tool Time. We were so excited we totally missed
the elevator the first time around.
Finding the BH house was a breeze since everyone knew it was located in the
back of the school where it was heavily wooded. We found the dirt road
leading to the BH house and quicken our pace.
"Do you think Nick and Ant got picked?" Paul looked at me truly concern. I
was a bit surprised since we all just met that day, but I could understand
why he wanted them with us. It would've been cool to have our little clique
together.
"I have no clue. Hell, I'm still shocked that I got picked, you know?"
"Yeah, I hear that."
"What about Steve?" Knowing how much Paul liked Steve, CJ looked at him
grinning foolishly.
"Oh God! Don't even mention that kids name to me. If he made it in I'm
gonna hang my fucking self!"
CJ and I laughed.
I looked up ahead and behind us and pointed out that we were the only ones
on the road. Despite the fact that the sun had settle a few minutes ago,
the sky was still bright enough to provide some light.
"We can't be the only ones," Paul assured us. "There has to be other guys
too. Maybe they're running late."
"Or maybe we are," I added.
We looked at each other and then bolted down the dirt road like the devil
himself was after us. Along the way we passed an Asian guy dressed just
like us; he took one look at us and followed our lead, running behind us
like his life depended on it. We picked up three other guys walking further
down the road.
I remember thinking that we were running forever, but eventually we ran up
this hill and at the top we could see the BH house sitting at the very
bottom, surrounded by a small field of green grass. The whole area looked
like a big ass crater, as if the BH house fell from the fucking sky and
struck the earth with tremendous force. Once at the bottom we got a better
look at the three story house. It was fucking huge and the design looked
decades old, but it was maintain very well. The house was painted black and
windows were mirrored and dark so it was impossible to look inside, but I
was sure it was real easy for them to see out. The house was very
intimidating and the two large windows in the center appeared to be staring
at us. It was very creepy!
There were ten guys standing outside the house dressed like us; the seven of
us made seventeen.
I leaned over to CJ and whispered, "Damn, I wonder how many guys were
picked."
He simply shrugged and when I made the same comment to Paul he did the same.
We were scanning the crowd for anyone we knew but I didn't see anyone;
these were all new faces to me. CJ was the one who yelled out "Nick!"
The macular football player ran up to use and gave CJ a huge bear huge; the
poor guy was screaming for mercy. "You guys made it!"
"Yeah, now put me down, dude, before my eyes pop out of socket!"
"Oh sorry man, I'm just glad you guys made it." He released him and CJ
would've fallen to the ground if it wasn't for Paul. "Is Anthony with you?"
"No, actually after seeing you I was hoping he was already here." I was
totally bummed because I wanted our little clique to be complete 'cause we
could have each other's back.
"Nope, I haven't seen him all day actually." Nick shook his head slowly
from side to side.
"Oh, this is gonna suck if he wasn't picked!" I slammed my fist into my
hand. "He better show!"
"And what exactly are you going to do if I don't?"
Immediately I grinned because I recognized that voice, and when I turned
around there was Ant standing with his hands shoved in his back packets,
shrugging his shoulders as if challenging me to a fight. We all hollered
like made men while the other guys just stared at us like we were nuts. I
barely knew these guys but I was sure they were the ones I wanted to stand
next to when this was all over.
"What about Steve?" Ant inquired sincerely.
"Why would you want that loser around?"
"Come on Paul, wouldn't it be cool if we all got in?"
"Yes, us five right here," he said, making a circular motion with his right
hand. "Lets leave Goth Boy out of this circle."
I laughed. "You're so fucked up! What time is it anyway?"
"7:57," Ant replied. "Come on, everyone started gathering around the front
doors."
A crowd of twenty four guys stood around the main entrance. We looked like
a bunch of clones standing there dressed alike, but I got the feeling that
was the point. We were all to be the same, no one was better than anyone
else.
At 7:59 and 23 seconds this guys came running up behind us at full speed.
The instant Paul saw who he was he slapped his forehead really...really
hard.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" he mumbled to himself.
It took all my will power to stop me from laughing my ass off. Okay, I
admit it. I wanted Steve around just to see Paul and him go at it 'cause
it's wicked funny, and he looked really annoyed.
"Ugh, I thought you said you weren't interesting in the Brotherhood."
"What are you fucking stupid? Why else do you think I came to KU? Freaking
duh!"
We all busted out laughing and gave the kid daps.
The minute Ant's watch hit 8:00 o'clock the two front doors to the BH house
opened up and the black-hair guy stepped out with a group of Brothers behind
him. We were all surrounded by about eleven Brothers and forced into a
really tight huddle. And twenty five guys forced into a small circle is not
a pretty sight, let me tell you. I felt like a freaking caged animal.
Only five Brothers remained at the steps; the raven haired guy was one of
them and I didn't know the other four. He stood to the right of a Brother
who had long, brown hair that stretched down his back, but it was tied back
in a long pony tail. Standing at the center of the five brothers, he had
his arms folded over his chest and was looking at us rather ominously. He
had a thin frame but a nice build, a swimmer's build I guess. And like the
rest of the Brothers he had his letterman jacket on with "THB" inscribed on
the top left of the jacket, and like the letters on the back it was written
in Old English.
There was complete silence for a long time and I could feel several elbows
and jabbing from all sides; it was really fucking annoying. And we were
forced to stand there tightly compacted for at least thirty minutes; in all
that time no one spoke a word. Finally the really long-hair Brother stepped
forward, clasping his hand behind his back.
"You have thirty seconds to get in a single line from shortest to tallest."
At first we all looked at each other like deer caught in the headlights of
an oncoming truck.
"25 seconds!"
I have never seen twenty five guys move so fast in my life. Guys were being
grabbed and pushed into place by some of the other pledges who decided to
take matters into their own hands.
"15 seconds!"
One guy got out of line and stood by the side to see if we had it right. He
pointed to the guy in front of me and told him to move behind me.
"7 seconds!"
The front of the line needed more work than the back, which was where I was
standing, but thanks to that guy we got it together in time.
"Very good," the Brother said, curling a finger under his nose. "I'm Eric,
but I, as well as my Brothers, will be refer to as Sir at all times, to do
otherwise will result in a severe penalty. When you answer a question it
will be yes or no Sir. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir!" Came out of the mouth of every guy in line. For a moment I
thought I was in the army.
"Now place you're your right hand on the shoulder in front of you and keep
your eyes locked on the back of that person's head." Eric moved to the
front of the line and told the first guy to follow one of the Brothers into
the house and lead the rest of us to our destination.
We marched into the BH house in single file, and when I was about to enter
the house I caught sight of the raven haired Brother I first saw in
orientation out the corner of my eye. He was whispering something to
another Brother and brushing his hair from his face. I wanted to make eye
contact for some reason but I wasn't about to take my eyes off the back of
CJ's head. We moved thru the house in silence down a long corridor and then
the line slowed down to baby steps. I didn't know why at first but when I
got to an iron door with the words "The Pit" over it I knew why. We were
descending down to what had to be the basement and it was pitch black. And
when I put my foot on that first step I felt like I was stepping into a
black hole, it was no wonder they wanted use to hold on to the guy in front
of us because it was real easy to fall and break your neck.
Once I hit solid ground I let out a sigh of relief. It's not a good feeling
to not know where you are or what's around you. We were instructed to turn
to our right and three overhead lights came on and three rings of light
illuminated all the pledges, a light that we could not see passed. I heard
one set of footstep walking around us several times, and then those steps
came towards us. It was the raven haired Brother.
He walked up and down the line just inches away from us, stopping at each
pledge for a few seconds. When he got to me I was able to make eye contact
and what a set of eyes he had. They were grayish-blue and gleaming under
the bright lights, and because of these lights he looked whiter than normal.
I never noticed he had his left brow pierced with a small hoop and one of
those sea shell necklaces around his nick. The contact didn't last long for
he moved on to CJ and continued down the line. After his inspection he
stood in front of us and two Brothers appeared on either side of him. They
were the same four guys that stayed behind on the steps while the other
Brothers surrounded us. Something told me those five guys were the big
players in the house.
"Allow me to introduce myself." He spoke in a soft voice, but it was so
quiet and still in the room there was no need for him to speak any louder.
"I'm Q. And you will refer to me as Q, not Mr. Q, not Sir, or Sir Q, but
Q. Understood?"
Everyone answered with a loud "Yes" but there was one guy who answered "Yes
Sir." What a dumbass I thought.
Q snapped his fingers and pointed him out in a heartbeat. "You're
dismissed." Before the guy could say anything he was grabbed and escorted
out of The Pit.
"We're down to twenty four!" a voice yelled out from the darkness that
surrounded us. Not expecting this, I flinched a little.
Raising his hands Q pointed to the middle of the line and in my direction.
"You, you, and you come here." He pointed two fingers to the spot on either
side of him. At first I thought he was talking to me, but I was relieved
when the guy I was standing next to walked up to Q. "Face the pledges," he
ordered. "Now, did you not get a card with two pieces of fabric glued to
the back?" They answered yes loudly. "And do you notice how everyone in
line is dressed exactly the same?" Again they yelled out yes. "Then why
are your jeans a different color than there's?"
Staying completely still, I looked at them by only moving my eyes, and at
first I didn't see what Q was talking about. To me they were dressed
exactly as I was, but when one looks closely enough one can see that their
pants were a bit lighter than the rest of us. But it's nothing something
that can be easily noticed. I mean they were damn near the same and I never
would have noticed if it wasn't for Q.
"But I thought these..." One of the guys tried to speak but Q quickly cut
him off.
"You read the card that was in the black envelope, correct?"
"Yes."
"Was it written anywhere on the card that you were to think?"
"But I..."
"You're dismissed!"
And like before, the two guys were escorted out of The Pit.
"Twenty one!" Someone yelled out, but it wasn't the same voice as before.
Q then picked out the second guy in line, who had to be like five foot five
or something 'cause he was little. "Did you get a picture of a plain,
white, Nike sneaker in your envelope?"
"Yes."
"And do you see how everyone else is wearing plain, white, Nike sneakers?"
"Yes." The poor kid looked like he was about to crap his pants.
"Then why do I see blue on your sneaker?"
"I couldn't fine..."
"You're dismissed!"
"Twenty!" Several voice yelled in unison and then it fell totally silent
again. It was like counting down to the new year or something.
"You come here." Q picked another guy out of the line. "Why is your shirt
untucked?"
"I didn't think it..."
"You're dismissed!"
"Nineteen!"
CJ was going to owe me big because I forced him to tuck his shirt in, he
didn't think it was going to make a difference. I don't think the boy had
ever tucked in a shirt in his life.
"You come here." Yet another guy was standing in front of Q.
Eric walked up until he was shoulder to shoulder with Q. "Are you the
sophomore who transferred from Washington State?"
"Yes!"
"You're dismissed!" Eric sneered.
"For being from Washington State?" The pledge look utterly shocked.
"No," Q titled his head slightly to the side mockingly, "for not referring
to a Brother as Sir."
I felt so bad for the guy 'cause they completely tricked him. Q was the
only one who was not to be referred to as Sir. I was so glad they didn't
call me because I would've fallen for the trick as well, but I learned my
lesion with the quickness. When the guy realized his mistake I could tell
he just wanted to kick himself in the ass.
"Eighteen!" More and more voice were added to his numerical chant.
One of the other five Brothers standing closest to us stepped out and walked
around us. He told us his name was Steel but reminded us to refer to him as
Sir. The guy was muscular, not as big as Nick, but he was up there, and had
short, black hair and a tattoo of a tribal band around his fucking neck.
His neck! Can you imagine the fucking pain?
"We're still carrying a lot of dead weight." The other four Brothers agreed
and started circling us as well and I could've sworn Q looked at me
everything he passed me. "I want you ladies to drop and do some push ups."
He purposely fell a silent and waited. While we were laying down flat on
the floor someone asked how many push ups we had to do. My first thought?
Idiot! "You're dismissed!"
"Seventeen!"
I felt a little bad because he was the guy who took charge outside when we
had to form a line, but oh well.
"The first three whose arms give out can consider themselves dismissed,"
Steel said. "And the remaining fourteen can consider themselves new pledges
of the Brotherhood. Begin!"
I think the first one hundred push ups was easy for everyone since we were
all in pretty good shape, but after that I definitely heard some hard
breathing going on. After the one fifty mark I heard the Brothers watching
from the shadows yell out sixteen and a few push ups after that they yelled
fifteen, which meant only one more needed to drop. After doing 250 push ups
I was dripping with sweat and my hair matted to my face. Of course it
didn't help that the Brothers turned on the heaters while Q was picking out
the "dead weight." I saw the drops of sweat fall from my forehead and hit
the floor. I looked to my left at CJ and I could see his arms were starting
to buckle.
'You better not give out on me CJ! Hang in there until someone else drops!'
I thought to myself. I know for a fact Paul was praying that the next guy
to fall would be Steve. 375 pushups and I was about to drop my damn self,
so I knew CJ was going to go any second. And just as his arms gave out I
heard the Brothers yell out fourteen. If the other guy would've held out
for a few seconds CJ would've been the one dismissed. Steve surprised us
all by not dropping, I was truly impressed.
I collapsed onto a small pool of my own sweat, my shirt and pants clung to
me like a second skin, and all I could hear was heavy panting. I ran my
hand thru my hair and it was totally soaked. We didn't even get to rest
long before we were ordered to our feet; I could barely stand.
The five Brothers were standing in front of us, this time Steel was standing
in the middle. If one of them was the leader I sure as hell couldn't tell
who it was. Another Brother who appeared to be Hispanic with his golden
Caribbean tan and dark, curly hair. At six four he was the tallest of the
five Brothers. He introduced himself as Geo and folded his arms over his
chest.
"Before we begin, I want to give you guys a choice. If there's anyone here
who doesn't feel they are cut out to be here, feel free to dismiss
yourself...because once that door closes your asses belongs to the
Brotherhood. I'll be fair and give you ten minutes to think it over in
silence." He stepped back and disappeared in the darkness along with the
other four Brothers.
For me, there was nothing to think about. I knew I wanted to be there, it's
where I belonged. I wondered what was going thru the minds of Paul, CJ,
Ant, Nick, and even Steve. I was hoping they weren't having second thoughts
about being there. Thankfully, after the ten minutes was up no one moved
and the iron door to The Pit slammed shut.
"You had your chance," a voice said from the darkness, one which I did not
recognized. It could've been the last Brother that had yet to speak, but I
wasn't sure. "Now you belong to us...mind, body and soul!"
I swallowed hard for some reason, maybe it was the chill in his voice, or
the thought of what was to come, but whatever the cause I certainly became
unnerved. I was actually able to hear my heart beating in my ear.
A few more lights came on over us and the circle of light was extended an
extra four feet or so. It was amazing the difference those lights made. I
was now able to see that the rest of the Brothers, who with their serious
stare and threatening stance appeared quite intimidating, surrounded us; not
that I was able to see behind me but it was clear the circle of Brothers
enclosed the line of pledges. In the middle of each Brother, standing
further back, were more Brothers in long, dark robes with their faces
concealed by the hoods; I was just able to make them out because they stood
just outside the circle of light.
Now these Brothers intrigued me quite a bit. What was their deal? Why were
they the only ones concealing their identities? There were just so many
questions racing thru my mind at the time.
Q and the other four brothers were standing in the center of it all just
looking at us. The one who had yet to introduced himself walked towards my
end of the line and clasped his hand behind his back. He had a nice deep
tan going like he spent hours tanning at the beach. The five o'clock shadow
on his face made him look older so I figured he was a senior.
I, myself, like to stay facial hair free, not that I could grow any even if
I wanted to. Hair has never grown in on my legs, arms, or chest, just in
the regular places like my pits, head, and crouch. I shave my face once
every week and a half, if that. But anyway, I'm getting way off track here.
He stopped and shoved his hands in his front pockets and I was surprised
that he was able to get them in 'cause he was wearing some tight jeans,
which didn't leave much to the imagine I might add. Not that I was looking
or anything but there was no way not to notice; I mean, his bulge was just
out there and it looked huge! Personally, I could never wear anything that
tight, but different strokes for different folks I guess.
He said his name was Seth and proceeded to walk up and down the line glaring
at us as if we had just taken away his favorite toy or something.
Eventually he went back to the other four Brothers and stood in the center,
his hands still in his tight pockets.
"Strip off all your clothes and place them neatly on the floor in front of
you," Seth order. We just kind of stood there wondering if we heard him
right. "You shitheads are wasting time, you only have thirty seconds to
strip."
"More like twenty-three, but who's counting?" Geo added.
My hands were unbuttoning my pants before I even knew it. I yanked my pants
down, bent down to take off my sneakers, and pulled them off; my socks and
shirt quickly followed. Grabbing the waistband of my boxer briefs, I kind
of looked to my left to see if the other guys were going all the way, and
they were, so I followed their lead. I don't know how I was able to do it
but I was completely naked and had my cloths folded neatly on the floor with
at least two seconds two spare. I was so embarrassed! Changing up in
locker room to head for class or the gym was totally different than standing
there butt naked with countless eyes gawking at you, but I guess that was
the point, to feel embarrassed. I wanted desperately to cover myself but I
didn't dare move.
Not everyone was so lucky. Out of the fourteen guys one didn't finish in
time. It was Nick. He was standing one guy away from me on my right, and
while everyone was standing there finished, he was just getting his pants
off. The guy was so massive I wasn't surprised he had trouble getting his
jeans off in time. I was waiting to hear the words "you're dismissed" but
they never came. The Brothers actually waited until Nick was done folding
his cloths and standing up right. He must've been really nervous 'cause I
know I would've been.
After a brief moment of utter stillness, Q pointed to Nick and then to the
spot in front of all the pledges; we made brief eye contact as he passed me
and I just hoped he felt me say "hang in there buddy."
"Turn right and grab your ankles," Q ordered, then snapped his finger and
picked out another pledge. I didn't know the pledge personally but he
looked familiar; I assumed I saw him at orientation or while walking around
campus. Nick did what he was told without hesitation. He always said he'd
see it thru all the way to the end. "Tiny," Q said as Steel stuck his hand
out to the side.
A big black, muscular dude, who had to be at least 6'6 and reminded me of
that old wrestler Zeus from the WWF, stepped into the light carrying a
black, wooden paddle with three holes; and we all know why those holes were
there. The Brother handed the paddle to Steel who then passed it on to the
second pledge Q picked out.
"You are going to paddle his ass until you are told to stop," Steel said
loudly. "And if we think for a second you're taking it easy on him, my man
Tiny here is going paddle your ass until we tell him to stop. And believe
you me, he won't feel sorry for you. Will you Tiny?"
"Hell fucking no!" It was all he said before stepping back into the dark.
"And as for you," Eric said, addressing Nick.
"Every sound you make will add on five extra paddles," Geo continued where
Eric left off. "Do you understand me pledge?"
"Yes Sir!" There was nothing else Nick could say. I truly felt for him.
Quinn nodded once, signaling the pledge to begin.
The pledge raised that paddle high in the hair and held it there for a
moment before bringing it down across Nick's ass; the sound of that paddle
echoed the room like a shotgun blast. Poor Nick clinched his pearly white
teeth and shut his eyes tightly. The paddle went up again and right back
down. I noticed that every time the paddle stuck Nick's ass, his limp cock,
which had to be at least four inches soft, bounced up and hit his stomach
and his low hanging balls swayed back and forth. Ten paddles later Nick had
yet to make a single sound, and let me tell you, the pledge was not holding
back and can you really blame the guy. I mean would you want your ass
paddled by a huge black dude named Tiny? I sure as hell wouldn't.
Nick's ass was struck fifteen times then twenty and still he managed to stay
completely quiet. But I could've sword his dick looked a little bigger than
before. Was he actually getting off on that shit? Or was that just a
normal reaction to the paddling?
I guess thirty was Nick's lucky number 'cause that's when Q told the pledge
to stop and get back in line. He told Nick to stand up straight and turn
around so we could all see his cherry red ass. "This is just one form of
punishment and by far the most lenient." He held up the paddle for all to
see.
The most lenient! Was he fucking serious? If that was the most lenient
form of punishment I made it a point not to find out how severe it could
get!
"Get back in line pledge," Steel barked.
I was right! His meat was swaying from side to side as he walked (a rather
fucked up walk mind you) and it was definitely harder than before. And was
that pre-cum that was making the head of his dick look shinny? I made it a
point to ask Nick if he actually enjoyed the paddling 'cause by the looks of
things, he did!
"Behind you you'll find the clothes you will wear while on campus and in the
BH house," Seth said. The pledge standing between CJ and Ant actually
turned around to look. What the fuck was he thinking? "Did I say you could
turn and look pledge?" he roared angrily. "Get over here!"
Within seconds the pledge was in the same position Nick was in with another
pledge paddling his ass...hard. This guy got forty instead of thirty for
being stupid, and unlike Nick, this pledge was boning really bad. I mean
his dick was pointing straight up at the ceiling and even the guy who was
doing the paddling got a little bit hard. What is about being paddled that
was making these guys throw wood? Not that I was in any rush to find out!
"Like I was saying," Seth continued, "you will wear these clothes when
you're in the house or anywhere on campus. You've been providing with three
pairs of underwear as well. A jockstrap, a pair of briefs and a pair of
boxer briefs. It's all you will get and all you will wear and you better
make sure you keep them clean at all times because filth will not be
tolerated. The order in which you find them is the order in which you'll
wear them."
"And since you will eat, sleep, study, and shower when we tell you to you
there's no reason why any of you should be wearing different underwear than
the others," Eric said. "If one guy is wearing a jockstrap then all of you
should be wearing one. Don't fall out of sync! Now get dressed! You have
a minute."
Finally some cloths! I thought. Turning around and looking down, I saw the
bundle at my feet with a pair of sandals lying on top. Leaving them for
last, I grabbed the black jockstrap and slipped it on. I glance down the
line briefly and noticed everyone putting on a jockstrap of the same color.
I had no problems wearing one since I've been playing school sports all my
life and you always have to wear a jockstrap, but I could tell some guys
weren't used to it, like CJ. I don't think he was used to wearing underwear
period. Next in line were the pair of briefs and finally the boxer briefs,
so I figure that was the order we had to wear them and they were black as
well. Funny how the bands all read "Property Of The Brotherhood" and it
wasn't referring to the underwear, I can tell you that. The next article
of clothing was nothing more than a maroon robe with a hood. Fearing I was
running out of time I quickly put it on and then strapped on my sandals. We
got no shirts or pants, just a robe that read "Property Of The Brotherhood"
on the back and three pair of underwear. I was relieved that the robe was
ankle length so it covered us up pretty well. I was expecting a small ass
tunic like the Romans used to wear. Now that would've been really
embarrassing. I took the remaining pair of underwear and placed them on top
of the cloths I folded up in front of me; I guess everyone followed my lead
'cause they did the same.
As I stood there waiting for the others and praying that my little clique
would finish in time, I couldn't help but wonder if the Brothers were grown
in some secret laboratory. None of them, from what I could tell, had a
single blemish, or a single hair out of place. And none of them were bad
looking at all, not to mention they were fit and toned, some more muscular
than others like Tiny, but none of them were scrawny looking. Nice tans all
the way around, expect for Q, who was a little paler than the rest; it was
just wired.
Thankfully everyone was dressed and in line before the minute was up; I was
stunned they gave us that long to begin with.
"Now listen up shitheads!" Steel ordered. "You will be paired up with
another pledge so listen for their names but don't' move a fucking muscle."
Q was the one who called out the pairs, and I was amazed that he had all our
names memorized. "Mike and Xavier, Nick and Troy, Sam and Kevin, Arsen and
Jacob, Paul and Steve, Jason and Justin, Anthony and CJ."
It must have been strange for Nick to end up with the guy who paddled his
ass until it was a flaming red. And I had to use all my strength to keep
myself from falling to the ground laughing when I heard Steve called out
right after Paul. I'm pretty sure Paul wanted to shot himself right there
and then, if not then definitely Steve. I wasn't too keen about getting
paired with someone I didn't know, but what I was I to do? I was hoping to
get someone from our group, but things usually don't work out the way you
want them to.
"In it's 150 year history, The Brotherhood has always demanded the utmost
loyalty from its Brothers and pledges." Speaking in a soft, pleasant voice,
Q took two steps towards the line. "Anything and everything that happens
within the Brotherhood is not to be spoken of outside these walls. You will
do what you are told without question by any Brother at anytime like your
life depended on it, but this is not a prison and you are all free to leave
whenever you wish. I'm sure you've heard the stories and rumors of the
pledges or Brothers who decided to leave the Brotherhood...I can assure you
it's all true." He fell silent for a while and looked up and down the line,
his head slightly bowed, eyes narrow. "Any pledge dismissed by the
Brotherhood can leave knowing they can continue their normal lives without
any interference from us. But anyone, pledge or Brother, who decides to
leave on their own accord will suffer dire consequence. We have the power
and influence to bring your world crumbling down around you, and if you
doubt my word...I defy any of you to try us."
"Is that a threat Q?" Geo inquired, arching a brow curiously.
"Very much so. You've all been given a choice. You didn't have to show up
tonight, but you did. You could have left when you were given the chance not
to long ago, but instead decided to stay. So now we expect your full
commitment and loyalty to the Brotherhood. I can promise you this. If you
manage to see it thru to the very end your life there after will be golden,
because just like we have the power to make your life hell, we also have the
power to make your wildest dreams come true."
"But it's up to you," Eric added. "Knowing what you know now, the
Brotherhood will give you one last chance to leave without any
repercussions." He gestured to the iron door and it slowly opened up, but
not a single pledge moved; then the door slammed shut again. "Then it's
done. Now you have twenty seconds to find your partner. Move!"
Everyone turned to each other frantically calling out names. And I, for the
life of me, could not remember the name of my fucking partner! I panicked
like you wouldn't believe and all I could think about was the black paddle
slamming against my ass, or worst! Four or five pledge came up to me asking
if I was Jason, Sam, or CJ.
"Ten seconds!"
Someone grabbed my shoulder and spun me around harshly. "Are you Jacob?"
The look of relief on his face when I nodded is indescribable. "I'm Arsen."
The first thing I noticed was that he had eyes as green as mine set
against ink, black hair. I shook his hand and we stood side by side.
Everyone found their partner in time, which was a good thing 'cause I really
didn't want to see any of my fellow pledges get paddled. I was happy that
at least some of our group managed to stay together, like Paul and Steve and
Ant and CJ.
"Good!" Seth clapped. "You pledges are learning fast. Now turn and take a
good look at your partner."
Arsen had a small scare over his right eyebrow and it was the only
imperfection I could see in his face. He had full reddish lips, a slightly
pointy nose, and nice cheekbones. His dark hair reached down just passed
his eyelashes and I could tell his eyes were full of questions.
"Give me your hands," a voice demanded, but before we could react my right
hand was cuffed to Arsen's left. When I looked over all I saw was the back
of a Brother walking back to take his place in the circle that surrounded
us. The handcuffs weren't normal either because they didn't have keyholes
but a little glowing red light and "TBH" was stamped on them. That was
certainly new since I've never been handcuffed before, let alone to another
guy.
"Eyes foreword!" Steel demanded. "You shitheads better get used to your
partner's face 'cause you're gonna be seeing a lot of it."
"You will depend on each other for all things like true Brothers should," Q
interjected. "You will eat together, sleep together, shower together, piss
together, and crap together, anything you can imagine you will do together.
But know this. You know hold your partner's future in your hands, for what
happens to one happens to the other. If one gets disciplined you both get
disciplined. If one gets dismissed the other will get dismissed as well.
So tread carefully pledges...very carefully."
"And consider your life outside the BH house nonexistent," Geo smiled
wickedly. "You belong to us now and are not to have any contact with
friends, family, or girlfriends unless we say so. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir!"
No contact with our girls? I already knew Alexandra was going to kill me
for getting involved with the Brotherhood.
Did I forget to mention that I never that was the reason why I came to KU?
"You will live here in the BH house so prepare yourselves to move your
things in tomorrow morning. Your new best friend can help you. Keep in
mind that we know and see all and there's nothing you will be able to get by
us so don't even try. There are many more Brothers you haven't met, hence
the robed Brothers I'm sure you've already noticed. They are what we call
our Watchers. They are everywhere so be careful what you do when outside
the BH house."
Once he was finished talking he broke the line up into two groups. I, along
with Arsen, Paul, CJ, Steve, Troy, Nick, and Ant, were in the larger group
while the rest of the pledges made up the smaller group. Then we were
instructed to follow a Brother to our new rooms; each pair got their own
"cell." We were to keep our eyes straight ahead while we walked thru the
house. There was a grand staircase we had to climb all the way to the third
floor. At the top we took a right and were lead down this long, wide
hallway, and then turned into a small, narrow hall with several doors on
either side.
"You two in here," the Brother, whose name I later found out was Mark,
gestured for us to get into one of the cells and closed the door behind us.
It looked like a regular dorm room, just smaller then the room I shared
with CJ. There where two desk side by side for use to study on, a
footlocker, a single dresser, and a small closet, no bathroom. The cell was
painted wet and had no curtains. The hardwood floor was polished to a high
shine, so much so I could see up our robes. There was only one problem.
The bed was wicked small and there was only one!
"Are you serious?" I whispered breathless. "Where are we supposed to
sleep?"
Arsen pointed at the bed. "That I guess."
"It can't be."
"Oh my God, this is bullshit!" Frustrated, I ran my free hand thru my
hair.
"What are you going to do? Complain? Listen, I have no problems sleeping
on the floor as long as we switch up. Deal?"
"Deal!"
The door swung open before another word could be spoken; Q was standing
there looking at us.
"It's lights out pledges so I suggest you get some rest 'cause you are
going to need it...trust me. But first put your things away."
We nodded, and forgetting that we were cuffed together went in different
directions in a hurry. Needless to say we pulled each other back and butted
head. I saw in impish grin appear on Q's face. It was the first time I saw
him give any kind of smile since I first laid eyes on him. Obviously being
cuffed to another human being was going to take some getting use to. But
after we got our act together we both walked over to the dresser. I took
the top draw and Arsen took the bottom, but there were some clothes in there
already.
"That's what you will wear whenever you have to leave campus."
That was all he said about the matter. There were three pairs of blue
jeans, three white t-shirts, and three sweaters in each draw. I made room
for the clothes I had on earlier and the underwear the Brotherhood provided
us.
"You pledges have any questions before the lights go out?"
"Just one, Q," I said, as I as raised my hand like some three year old. "Is
it okay if one of us sleeps on the floor?"
"Did you not hear me down in the Pit? You will do everything together and
that includes sleeping. I don't care how you do it but you both better be
in that bed while sleeping. Anything else?"
We looked at each other, then at Q, and then shook our heads no. I looked
passed Q and noticed Steel standing at the door of the opposite room,
probably telling them the same thing Q was telling us.
"Fine then." Pulling out a small remote control, Q pressed a button and the
cuffs beeped. The little red light went off and they unlocked. "Disrobe
and place it neatly in your footlocker," he ordered.
Slipping my hand out of the cuffs, I pulled the rob open and took it off and
turned, exposing my bare ass to Q, then placed my robe in the footlocker.
How fucking humiliating! Good thing I always make it a point to wash my ass
really well or it could've been worst. Once we had the cuffs back on Q told
us to get to bed and that there was to be no talking for the rest of the
night. I thought he was going to leave but he didn't. He just stood there
and watched us get into that small ass bed. At first we tried to lie side
by side but that didn't work 'cause we fell off the fucking bed with our
cuffed hands dangling over it.
"I don't have all night pledges!"
We tried it again, but this time I laid on my side and Arsen spooned me from
behind, placing our cuffed hands over my head and slipping his knees behind
my bent ones.
Without uttering a word, Q left and the minute he closed the door the lights
went off.
I could feel Arsen's heart pounding on my back and that was definitely his
packaged pressing against the crack of my ass! Again I felt so humiliated
and I know my face was a deep shade of red. Arsen did his best not to move
and so did I, as not to make the situation any more awkward. But still, I
just wanted to crawl under a rock and die! I have never in my life been
that close to another man, and there I was with another jock spooning me
from behind with his fucking cock nestles between my bare ass cheeks. I
really just wanted to die!
Since we weren't able to speak and since Arsen wasn't the one with a dick
against his ass, he was able to fall asleep first; it took me about an hour,
but eventually I was able to close my eyes. We slept quite peacefully
actually until about three in the morning when I felt a twitch against my
ass; my eyes flew open. I quickly realized that Arsen's dick was growing in
his jockstrap and pressing harder against my crack and his left leg was
flung over mine; I was almost underneath him but not quite.
I swallowed hard, nervously, my heart quicken. This was not happening! But
it was, and the swelling in his jockstrap was not going down at all. How
the hell did we get into this position? I knew Arsen was unaware of what
had happened because he was sound asleep; his breathing confirmed that much.
I really didn't want to wake him because the situation was too
embarrassing and I worried it would make the rest of our time together as
pledges joined at the hip way too awkward.
What do you say to a guy who had his dick shoved between your ass cheeks? I
was just thankful that he was still wearing his jockstrap 'cause I probably
would've been traumatized if I felt his bare cock on my ass. The mere
thought made me cringe!
Moving my eyes rapidly from side to side, I tried to think of a way out of
the situation without getting Arsen involved. The idea of pushing my butt
away from his rock hard cock seemed like a good one at first, boy was that a
mistake! Arsen's right arm fell around my chest and he held me close to his
chest, grinding his dick deeper into my ass while moaning something like
"Oh, Jen" or "Oh, Jenny" or something like that. The dude thought I was
some girl! And if things couldn't get any worse, my dick started to get
hard! I remember thinking 'what the hell was going on? Of all the times to
throw a bone!" It was definitely not because I was getting sexually
aroused. Hell fucking no! It had to be the heat in the room or my
nervousness or something! 'Cause I was not turned on in the least!
So there I was my first night in the BH house lying in bed with a complete
stranger who was dead asleep and grinding his throbbing cock deeper into my
ass. The fucking horror of it all! How fucking worst could things get? At
that moment I was convinced nothing the Brotherhood was going to throw at us
would be nearly as bad as the situation I was already in. How wrong I was!
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So there you have it. The first chapter of The Brotherhood, I hope you
liked it. I will definitely continue the story, no problem, but it really
depends on you guys. If you enjoyed what you read so far and would like to
read more please drop me an email with TBH or The Brotherhood in the subject
line at: thewriter_x@hotmail.com
Take care,
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