Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 23:17:19 -0500
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #2 {X} { MM College } [2!?]

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.

So here we are again after 6 longs months of waiting. SORRY!  I wish it
didn't take this long but it honestly couldn't be help.  A lot of time gets
taken up by something else I'm working on so I don't get a chance to work
on TBH as much as I would like.  But like I promised you guys before, I
will see this story all the way to the end, you just have to be patient
with me and give me the time I need.  I hope you enjoy chapter 2!  (Btw,
some people seem to think that I didn't break up the first chapter into
paragraphs because it came across as one long one.  It was broken up, but
when it changed the format over and mailed it off to Nifty it came across
all screwy.  So if the same thing happens with 2, don't look at me, lol)
Drop me a line: thewriter_x@hotmail.com


The Brotherhood
Chapter II
By: X


	I seriously have no idea how I was able to fall asleep that night
given the circumstances, but somehow I managed to doze off into the world
of dreams, where the awkwardness of my situation gave in to my fantasies of
becoming a full Brother.  It was all I wanted, all I dreamt about 'cause at
the time nothing else mattered.  The fantasy was short lived, of course,
for I was pulled into the waking world with a sudden rush of pain to my
right wrist.  Arsen rolled off the bed, and being that we were cuffed at
the wrist, he almost took me down with him.  I steadied myself on the edge
of my bed and grabbed the headboard before I fell over the side.  This was
all done instinctively, you realize, for I still had my eyes closed and was
half asleep.  I didn't even know what the hell was going on until I heard
Arsen's voice.

	"What the." He was so out of it those were the only words that came
out of his mouth.

His head shot up just as I opened my eyes, scaring the shit out of me.
"Jesus!"  Slapping my hand over my eyes, I fell back on the bed with my
heart racing slightly.  "Unless you're trying to rip my hand off, I'd
appreciate it if you would place your hand on the bed 'cause mine is
killing."

"Oh sorry," he mumbled groggily.  I think he was lying flat on the floor
with his hand on the bed, but I'm not sure because I couldn't see what he
was doing.  "How the hell did I end up down here?"

I rolled my eyes up into my head and looked off to the side as if trying to
avoid someone's annoying stare.  "Isn't it obvious?  You rolled off the
freaking bed and almost took me with you.thanks!"  Without realizing it, I
tried to adjust my morning wood with my cuffed hand.

As his hand brushed my leg, Arsen yanked his hand away with the quickness.
"Guy, what are you doing?"  "Sorry!"  I almost yelled, utterly embarrassed.
"I totally forget about our predicament for a sec."  We didn't say much for
a long time after; we just laid there in complete silence contemplating the
meaning of the universe.  Okay, maybe nothing that deep.  I was just
wondering what time it was.  I could hear him yawning beneath me, which
made me yawn as well.  I was about to say something when I felt him grab
the bed so he can pull himself up, that's when I flipped onto my stomach
'cause I didn't want him to see me sporting morning wood.  I mean it's
natural for guys to be boning when they first get up, but it's still
embarrassing as hell when you don't know the person, for me it is anyway.
When you have an eight-inch bone in your jock strap it's not that easy to
hide it.

"I guess I should get back into bed."

I panicked when he placed his hands on the bed.  "Why is that?  You look
comfortable no the floor."

"Oh please, how would you know?  Besides, if one of the Brothers walks in
here and sees me on the floor they're going to think we didn't share the
bed.  Do you want to be the one to convince them otherwise?"  All I could
do was shake my head no.  I mean he did have a very good point.  "Now, as
much as I hate this, you're going to have to lie on your side again so we
can spoon 'cause it's the only way we're going to fit."

"Fine, but this time I'm going to be the spooner and you can be the
spoonee."  "Why?  What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied.  I wasn't about to tell him that his cock was nestled
between my cheeks half the night.  "It's just your turn this time."

"Okay, whatever."

I waited until he was sitting on the bed with his back to me before I
turned on my side, for I didn't want him to see me boning.  Before I know
it, I was lying behind Arsen with my knees behind his, his back against my
chest, and my throbbing cock hairs away from his ass.  The fact that the
room was as hot as an oven didn't help matters any.  Within minutes we were
covered in a thin veil of sweet and salty beads formed on my brows.  I
swear the temperature in that room was a lot higher than normal.  It had to
be!  I figured it was something the Brothers did to make an already awkward
situation worse.  And let me tell you, if that was their plan it worked
beautifully.  Being that my head was so close to Arsen's, I couldn't help
but breathe even more warm air over his neck.  I'm sure he felt my heart
pounding on his back.

His musky scent had me memorized for moment because it was something I've
never smelled before on another guy.  Sure I've been in the locker room
hundreds of times, but that's totally different because those guys reeked
and were just plain dirty from playing so hard; it's to be expected.  But
this was.this was very different, almost erotic.almost.  It was just
something very new to me, something I couldn't escape since the source was
right there in front of me.  I didn't realize it at the time, but I was
inhaling deeply to take in as much as this musky odor as possible.  Why the
hell was I doing it?  I couldn't tell you.  I guess not having sex in such
a long time was started to affect me in the strangest ways.

"Jacob, right?  So where you from?

His words managed to snap me from my trance like state and I flinched as a
result.  "What?  What was that?"  I used my free hand to clear the sweet
from my forehead and neck.  Man, I've never been so uncomfortable in all my
life!

"I asked where you were from."

"Oh, uh, Maine, born and raised."

"Main.  How did you pull off a tan like that?  Being that far up north
shouldn't you be all pale and pasty?"

Though I'm sure he didn't think I heard his muffled laugh, I did, and
contorted my face to make fun of him behind his back.  "Just because I was
born in Maine doesn't mean I didn't get to see the rest of the country, or
travel the world for that matter.  I spent my last month of vacation in my
parent's beach house in Florida just laying around being lazy and working
on my tan.'

"I see," he mumbled under his breath and then fell silent for a moment,
thinking.  His back pushed against my chest with his every breath; the
sweat between our hot bodies was dripping onto the bed like water from a
broken faucet.  You simply couldn't find a dry spot on our bodies.  "What
do your parents do for a living?  I mean if they can afford to send you
here then they most be earning a pretty penny."

At first I refused to answer his question, for they were intrusive and
unwarranted.  The affairs of my family were none of his business, and yet I
caved after a few minutes.

"My father owns one of the biggest construction companies in the country
and my mom is brain surgeon."  I only gave in to keep the conversation
going, anything to take my mind off the insufferable heat.  "So I guess you
can say my family is well off."

"Well off!" he laughed out right.  "Sounds to me like you have more money
then you know what to do with.  Any brothers or sisters?"

"Nope."

"Girlfriend?"

"Oh god.Alex," I whispered, absently pressing my forehead against his
sweaty back.  His scent rose thru my nostrils like flames from a volcano,
suffocating me as if enveloped by the darken ash and soot.  I was light
headed, dizzy, and wanted to close my eyes and let my dreams run wild.

	"Boyfriend then?"

"No!" I snapped, pulled away from him and realized for the first time I was
actually leaning against him.  I felt his sweat on my forehead mix with my
own, then roll down my face and into the corner of my mouth.  Moistening my
lips quickly, I tasted the salty liquid and was oddly mystified.  "Alex as
in Alexandra.  She comes here too, but I've been so caught up in TBH I've
totally blew her off.  Man, is she going to be pissed at me when she sees
me."

"What makes you think you're going to be seeing her anytime soon?"  "I
don't follow."

"Did you forget already?  The Brothers said we couldn't have any contact
with anyone without their say so."

"Ah shit!  That's right."  Again without realizing it I pressed my forehead
into this back and shook my head from side to side.  "There has to be a way
around that, some kind of loop hole or something."

I felt his body shudder in laugher and pulled away from him.

"Now that's just plain wishful thinking; I wouldn't bank on it though.  TBH
takes their rules and laws very seriously."

"Rules and laws?"

"Yeah," he shrugged.  "Rules can be changed or bent slightly depending on
the situation, but the TBH laws are set in stone, meaning that not even the
Brothers can change or break them."

For a while I didn't say anything, I just thought over what Arsen said
carefully.  But I must say, the heat was making it difficult to hold a
thought together.  And then to my horror, after going soft for so long, my
cock started to stiffen again; a combination of the heat and a full
bladder, I promise you.  I noticed that I became too comfortable during our
talk and my crotch was up against his ass.  Well, now that I was starting
to bone again I pulled away slowly so he wouldn't notice.

"How do you know all this about the TBH?"  I wanted to keep talking in
hopes of taking my mind off my urge to take a leak.

"The TBH is a lot bigger than this one house, Jacob.  The are set up in
private colleges all across the country, but this one is the one everyone
knows."

"Why is that?"

"TBH may be spread out all over the country, but at the top of it all is
one person who controls it all.  All the houses answer to that one person,
and that person is here.  This is where it all began a hundred and fifty
years, Jacob, and then it branched out from here."

"If the top dog is here, then who is he?  Q?  Geo? One of the others."  He
laughed loudly.  "You're so uninformed bro!  Q, Steel, Eric, Geo, and Seth
make up the Inner Circle.  It was obvious to me when I saw them all
together.  Each house has an Inner Circle, which is responsible for that
particular house and it's Brothers."  He sneezed suddenly, repeatedly,
thrusting his backside into my groin after every sneeze.

Four times his ass slammed into my cock as his body convulsed violently
after every sneeze.  This did not make my situation any easier.  My throat
tensed and I swallowed hard, closing my eyes in some hope that I would open
them again to find myself alone in the room.  Of course that wasn't the
case.  I opened my eyes to see his Arsen's back glistening with sweat, the
heat of his body warming my face.

"Sorry.excuse me."  He said those words with a hit of embarrassment.

And I couldn't help but wonder.  Did he feel my rigid cock against his ass
when he sneezed?  If he did he said nothing about it.

"If not Q and them, then who?"

"Well that's just it, Jacob, no one knows.  No one outside the Inner Circle
that is, not even the other brothers.  He can be anyone.  He can be your
chemistry teacher, or the grounds keeper, or the guy you passed in the hall
the other day, or he can be one of the brothers that we see everyday.
Hell, he can actually be a fifteen-year-old girl for all I know.  What I do
know is that he's here in this very house and he controls it all."

I got tired of holding my head up so I let it drop on my arm.  I didn't
know what to make of his story.  If it was true or not there was nothing I
could do to confirm or refute what he said.  The whole idea was puzzling
and left me somewhat mystified.

"How exactly do you know all this?  Was there some TBH handbook that was
given out and I didn't know about it?"

He laughed again, louder than before.  "No.  No handbook that I know of."
He made a gesture with his free hand to emphasize their being no handbook.
"I have a cousin in Texas who's a Brother down there.  He gave me a lot of
pointers and told me how the Brotherhood works.  Basically he told me
everything he could, everything he was allowed to discuss.  There were some
things he couldn't tell me 'cause he would've gotten in some deep shit with
the Brothers.  In fact, everything he told he had to clear with the other
Brothers, especially the Inner Circle of his house.  He also put in a good
word for me up here, which is why I probably got picked."  He stopped for a
moment to think, but soon continued.  "Think I care?"

"Nope."

"Damn straight!"

The silence that followed was so unbearable I pretended to cough just to
fill the room with some kind of noise.

"You sick or something?" he inquired as he tried to look over his shoulder
at me.  "No, I'm fine.  Just got something in my throat."

It was the last thing I remember saying because soon after I dozed off.  I
don't know how long I was out, maybe five minutes or so, before the door
flew open with someone yelling at the top of their lungs.

	"On your feet and on this threshold pledges!"

I was startled out of my skin, as was Arsen.  We fell off the bed with our
cuffed hands stretched out over it.  Somehow we managed to stand on the
threshold, but I swear I don't remember walking to it I was so sleepy.  But
there we were standing at the door across from Nick and Troy, who looked
about as confused and sleepy as we probably did.  One thing I did notice
though.  They were both boning pretty hard.  It was obvious by the way
their jocks were tented in the front.  It seemed everyone had a bad case of
morning wood.

I was going to look to either side of me, but when I heard the Brother
yell, "Eyes forward pledge" to one of the other guys, I thought it best to
just keep looking straight ahead.  A chill passed over me quite abruptly,
as if someone slipped an ice cube down my spine.  I shivered against
Arsen's arm and he glanced at me with serious eyes, but it was brief
glance, one that no one noticed save me.

After standing military style, shoulder-to-shoulder with Arsen, I head the
soft footsteps approaching slowly from the right.  I was curious beyond
measure but did not dare look to see who was the owner of these soft
footsteps.  Immediately I thought it was Q.  It had to be.  To me it seemed
like something he would do; to walk so slowly and ominously to instill some
fear in us, or extract some form of respect.

How incredible wrong I was!

It was Eric, with his long lustrous hair flowing freeing down his back,
that walked passed us in silence, never turning to make the slightest eye
contact.  I never once believed guys look good with long hair, but I have
to admit that Eric was able to pull it off flawlessly.  It didn't make him
look at all like a girl, or some rocker type, or worst still, a fag.  No,
quite the contrary actually; he looked like he was always meant for this
evenly cut, long silken brown hair that reached all the way down to the
small of his back.

Pacing up and down the narrow corridor in his black jeans and simple black
tank, he kept his head bowed as if in serious meditation.  He was the only
Brother with us.  Whoever burst into our room to wakes us up was gone.

And on he paced.

Never did he say a word or lift his head to look at us.  That same chill
came over me when he passed me a second time, and then a third, and then a
forth.  For over an hour he did this as if he were alone and simply
contemplating some great mystery that eluded him.

Can you imagine such resolve?

In that time I did make note of one thing.  I was right.  The temperature
in our room was raised considerably because the hallway was air-conditioned
and pleasantly cool.  One other thing I realized as Eric continued his
maddening walk was that my bladder would soon explode.  I had to go so bad
that it hurt and I think I tasted the urine in my moth.

Of course I'm exaggerating, but now you get the idea of how bad it was.
Just shy of two hours, I heard the undeniable sound of water dripping on
the floor, and it horror I closed my eyes and clinched my teeth.  For I
knew what I heard was not water, but piss!  It took me a moment to realize
that it wasn't me, if you can believe that, but for a moment I truly did
believe it was.  I don't know who it was because I didn't look, but whoever
was pissing was near.

I was horrified.

And it wasn't a quick piss either it was long and loud.  I knew everyone
heard it.  I knew it wasn't Nick or Troy because they were standing
directing in front of me and I could see them clearly.

Eric never stopped pacing or even said a word, which totally puzzled me.
It's like I wanted to grab him and yell, "What's wrong you man?  Say
something!  You're driving us fucking insane!"  But that was the point
after all, wasn't it?  To drive us nuts with his silent pace.

But I was horrified as I already said.  Horrified because I didn't know how
much longer I could lasts before I let the piss flow freely in front of all
my Pledge Brothers.  The mere thought made me weak in the knees, and when I
heard another pledge pissing in his jock I thought I would collapse from
the horror.

Before long every pledge was pissing in his soft cotton jockstrap.  Puddles
formed at everyone feet, and yes, even I could not contain the warm yellow
liquid that so desperately wanted to leave my body.  I felt it soak my
jockstrap and run down my right leg; words cannot express how disgusted I
felt.

There I was, the sports jock, the homecoming king, the senior class
president, the class valedictorian, the town hero, pissing on myself.

But can anyone blame me, I ask you?  Can any of use be blame for what
happened in that hallway?

The only consolation that I had was that I wasn't alone in this.  I was
standing there with my pledge brothers and friends enduring together.  I
don't think I could have gone thru it alone.

The strong stench of urine filled the corridor within minutes and attacked
my senses quite viciously.  I thought I would vomit for it was so strong.
What could possibly be the point of this?  What was the lesson in this?
Ah, such stupid questions went thru my mind for I knew exactly what the
point was.  It was simply to break us down.

Finally Eric stopped pacing, probably because he didn't want to risk
stepping in anything, and just stood silently at the end of the hall.  Then
he spoke for the first time that morning in a soft, clear voice.  "If you
had to use the bathroom all you had to do was ask."  He stopped briefly
before he continued.  "That door you see at the end of the hall is a closet
with mobs and buckets and other cleaning supplies.  I want this hallway
cleaned to a mirror shine.  Understood?"

"Yes Sir!" we all answered collectively, and then he left.

I don't think I believed him when he said all we had to do was ask.  I
think it was a lose lose situation really.  He was probably waiting for one
of us to open his mouth so he could have reason to come down on us and go
off on his power trip.  But then again there was no way for me to know.

We found that the closet had more than what we needed to clean the mess up,
and as I was filling the yellow bucket with plastic wheels, I couldn't help
but wonder how many other pledges before us stood like we stood moments
ago.  I wondered how many guys pissed themselves in the same manor that we
did.

Within the hour we had the corridor floor clean and smelling like pine, and
like Eric ordered, we gave it a high shine.  None of us spoke while we
cleaned even though I could tell some of the guys were dying to say
something.  But what would happen if we said even a single word?  The risk
that we would be punished in someway was to great so we just stayed quit.

I really wanted to talk to my boys Anthony, CJ, Nick, and the rest.  I
wanted to hear how their sleeping experience was, if it was at all as bad
as mine.  I wanted to know if they were still as determined as before,
because I knew I was.  For a moment I may have wavered from my conviction
when I was pissing on my self, but now that it was all over I was focused
and back on the path to the Brotherhood.

Not knowing what to do with ourselves when we were done, we stood on the
threshold of our doors again and waited in silence.  Sadly, the stillness
in the hall did not last long.

"Why are they keeping us waiting so long?" someone whispered softly.  It
was Jason, the kid from Washington DC and the one cuffed to Justin that
opened his freaking mouth.  His room was next to Nick's so I could see him
clearly.  He was a little thinner then I and his body wasn't as defined,
but he had nothing to be ashamed of either.  The cool thing about him was
that he had demon like figure with long black leathery wings around his
left nipple.

Strange and unique tattoos always fascinate me.

Jason didn't look like the type to wear tattoos.  With his dirty blond crew
cut and stern brown eyes, he looked more like the serious military type.
Not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree though, because he continued
to talk.

"It's not like they don't know we're up here," he said in the same soft
voice as before.  "Why do they have to do play these stupid mind games?"

"Dude, shut up!  You're going to get us all in trouble."

Nick moved slightly to look at Jason.  "CJ's right, man, shut your mouth.
This is the game we have to play if we want in, a game they control
completely.  You know it was going to be this way.  You know you did.  So
why did you even bother showing up if you were going to complain?"

"Did I miss something?"  Kevin asked rudely.  He was the guy staying in the
room to the right of me.  "Who died and made you King of the Pledges?"

"Fuck you!  I'm just trying to keep us out of trouble."

"Afraid to get your ass paddled again?"

"Fuck you man!"

Before I could stop myself my mouth opened and words just started flying
out.  "Why don't you all shut the fuck up, okay?  God you're all so fucking
stupid!  This is probably exactly what they wanted and you stupid fucks
fell for it.  God I'm surrounded by fucking morons.  Now we're all probably
going to have to play for your stupidity.  God!"

My little out burst incited a war of words among the pledges and before
long the hallway was filled with our bickering.  It was stupid and I knew
better than that but I was drawn into this battle as well.

How stupid we all were, how completely stupid!

And how long was Geo standing there watching us with his silent stare, I
have no idea, but when we saw him we damn near jumped out of our skin.

Fuck, I thought and closed my eyes and simply waited for whatever was to
come.

"No, please continue," he insisted once the hush fell over us.  "What's
wrong?  Don't feel much like talking now?"  Slipping his hands into his
packets, he shook his head as if he was sincerely disappointed.  "You
pledges have so much to learn.  You've been here not even a day and already
you're at each other throats.  How do you expect to get thru the next
several weeks if you don't work together?  Don't you realize you're in this
together?"  Like Eric, Geo walked up and down the hallway but he was far
from quit.  "If you can't turn to each other for support who are you going
to turn to?  Us?"  He laughed out right.  "I don't think so.  I've paid my
dues to get here and now you must do the same.  But if you can't show each
other respect and loyalty how are you ever going to convince us that you
are Brotherhood material?"  Stopping at the end of the hall, he stood there
for a long time before he turned to face us, his right hand covering his
mouth.  "You are brothers in all this, pledge Brothers.  Think about that
for a minute."

He stopped in front of me and looked at me with this blank expression that
I can't describe.  And again, that same chill tingled my spine.  I saw him
narrow his eyes as if he were trying to look thru me or read my thoughts or
break me down.  Whatever the case was, I have to admit I felt very uneasy.

"Hmmm," he sighed and walked away from me.  "What to do, what to do?  It's
clear to me that meaning of working together, of teamwork, will have to be
pounded into your heads."

After he ordered us to step out, we formed two lines and followed him to
the end of the hallway until we reached an oak door (keep in mind that we
were still wearing nothing but our piss soaked jockstrap).  We descended a
long staircase and for a moment I thought it lead back down to The Pit, but
it didn't.  Instead it led us to a very large bathroom with dark marble
floors.  No showers, no toilets, just seven black stinks with gold faucets.
There were new toothbrushes in the holders with our names on it.

	"Find the sink with your toothbrush and clean up," Geo ordered.
"You have three minutes."

	I washed the sleep out of my eyes and brushed my teeth within the
time given.  Being that we were all so close to each other I was still able
to smell the urine from the others, not to mention my own piss.  It was
nauseating and I would've given anything for a shower.

	We followed Geo around a corner into the area with all the toilets.
There were black like the sinks and were lined up against the wall about a
foot and half apart from one another.  No walls or stalls to separate them,
just one single row of fourteen black toilets.  Opposite the toilets were
floor to ceiling mirrors.

	"Well?"  Geo grinned wickedly as he gestured to the row of toilets.
"I suggest you do whatever you have to do because who knows when you'll get
another chance.  And being that you're learning about teamwork and
depending on each other, when you're done the person cuffed to you will
make sure you're as clean as a newborn."

	The look on our faces, the horror, could not be put into words by
any means.  Did he mean what we thought he meant?  He couldn't have.  We
misunderstood him.  Yeah, that was it.

	"Why are you guys looking at me like you didn't understand me?"
Geo snapped; his brows knitted in frustration.  "The toilets are there, the
toilet paper is there, so do what you have to do and when you're done have
your cuff-mate clean your ass for you.  Is that so hard to understand?  Or
should I repeat myself a third time?"

	We kind of just shook our heads no but didn't say anything.

	"Now hurry up because the clock is ticking.  Now, feel free to talk
amongst yourself as you decided how you're going to do this.  Personally I
don't care how you just get it done!"

	With that we were left alone in the bathroom, dumbfounded and a
little shocked.  We looked at each other seeking an answer no one was able
to give, and then one of the pledges spoke.

	"I am not about to have my ass wiped by some dude," Xavier
declared, throwing his hands up as if trying to stop oncoming traffic.
"This is nuts!  Out of all the things they could have us do to teach us the
meaning of teamwork and brotherhood they choose this?  It's disgusting and
degrading and I'm not doing it.  Forget that!"

	"Christ!  Don't you get it man?"  I stepped out of line and glared
at Xavier.  "That's exactly why they're making us do this, not to mention
this is probably some sort of punishment for the yelling contest we had
upstairs."  I looked at Arsen briefly and then looked at Xavier again.  "Do
you think I want to do this?  Do you think any of us wants to do this?  I
think not.  But we all knew what we were getting into when we showed up
yesterday.  Did you really think they were going to make it easy for us?
Get a clue!"

	"Enough!" Arsen said loudly, almost yelling.  "You guys are doing
it again.  This bickering is what got us here in the first place.  How long
is it going to take for us to learn how to work together and not against
each other?  Geo was right, you know.  We're never going to make it thru
this if we going to be at each others throats."

	A hush fell over us that lasted a long while.

	I don't know if the others used this quit time to think over what
Arsen said, I know I did.  It seemed he and I were on the same page and I
found that quite comforting.

	I saw him bow his head as if he had just been handed some terrible
news.  And in a soft, weak voice he whispered, "We need to pull together."

	"Hey, there's one here to watch us, so why not."

	"Dude, don't even finish what you were gonna say."  CJ laughed as
he cut Mike off.  "Do you honestly believe they don't know what we're going
right now?  Dude.for all we know they could be watching us from the other
side of these mirrors, so your whole argument is mute."

	"Lets just get this done already," Paul said.

	It was a long time before anyone moved, but eventually we did.
Now, I'm not going to get into the details of what happened next, but I can
assure that it was, as Xavier said, disgusting and degrading, not to
mention disturbing.  Within minutes the room smelled rank and it made me
sick to my stomach.  And I just about died when I felt Arsen's hand on me
and mine on him.

	Now, I will jump ahead just a little because I don't feel the need
to go over the dreadful details.  I will say this.  To my dismay, we
weren't given the chance to shower, and as I already started, I was dying
for one.

	Once finished, a tall Brother with dirty blonde hair escorted us
outside of the house where more Brothers were waiting.  The first person to
catch my eyes was Q.  He was standing in the center of a circle of Brothers
with his hands in his jacket and the wind in his hair.  Though he had his
head bowed a little, he was looking up at us as we exited the house and
walked down the stone steps.  To me Q looked annoyed and I wondered if it
had anything to do with the pledges.

	With his arms crossed over his chest, Q looked like a general about
to give his army orders.  And when he finally spoke his voice was soft and
eloquent, just as I expected it to be.

	"Everyday you will be brought out here for a morning run around the
campus."

	Was he serious?  A morning run in our pissed stained jockstraps.  I
heard a car approaching.

	"The objective here is to keep you pledges physically fit.  Every
morning you are expected to run until told to stop.  If you stop before
you're told you will be penalized.  If you complain you will be penalized.
If you fall behind you will be penalized.  If you do anything to annoy me
you will be penalized.  If you do anything I don't think you should be
doing you will be penalized.  Is that understood?"

	"Yes Sir!"

	I cringed when those words left our mouths.  Everyone knew the
mistake we made but it was to late to correct it.  I wanted to kick my own
ass.  I wanted to kick everyone's ass.  Why the fuck did we have to go and
call him Sir?  Why?  I mean I knew not to call him that, I really did, but
it came out anyway.

	A black Jeep Wrangler pulled up in front us with two Brothers I've
never seen before sitting in the front.

	"You pledges must really enjoy pissing me off."  With his eyes on
the ground, he walked up and down the line.  "Is that it?"

	"That must be it, Q," one of the Brothers standing off to the side
yelled out.  "Why else would they call you Sir when you told them not to?"

	Q shook his head.  "I don't know."  He then snapped his head up at
us causing some of the pledges to flinch.  "Do any of you care to answer
that?  Anyone?"

	No one answered; I swallowed hard.

	"You know, I was going to have you run in your jocks to punish you
for the argument you pledges had upstairs and in the bathroom, but now I've
changed my mind.  You're going to strip and run naked.  Except for you
two."  With the second and third finger of his right hand, Q pointed to
Steve and Paul and told them to step forward.  "You were the only two that
didn't call me Sir.  You thought I didn't pick up on that, did you?"

	They nodded.

	"Well, I did.  And being that you two were smart enough to remember
what you were told I'm going to give you a choice."  Before he continued,
he jumped in the back of the jeep and stood up while firmly grasping the
black bar before him.  The wind picked up some and his hair was danced
about in the air as if controlled magically.  "You can either join your
pledge brothers in their disgrace and strip along with them or you can run
as you are now.  What will it be?"

	Through the corner of my left eye I could see Paul was about to
speak but Steve beat him to it.

	"Then we choose to remain as we are," he said proudly.

	"Very well.  Everyone else strip and leave your jocks where you
stand and follow us."

	The jeep started moving before I had my hands on the waistband of
my jockstrap.  And being that I was cuffed to Arsen a little struggle
ensued because we wanted to pull our jocks down with both our hands.  I
would grab the waistband and then he'd pull my right hand away as he
grabbed his and then I'd do it right back to him.  It was impossible!  And
we weren't the only ones who had this ridiculous problem.  It didn't take
us long to figure out that the only way we were going to do this was to
work together, so I let Arsen go first and then I slipped out of my jock
with no problem.

Arsen and I were the second pair to run after the jeep.  And you know
something?  At first it didn't register in my brain that I was running
after the jeep butt naked.  I was so worried that Q was going to be pissed
if we fell behind that I didn't give it any thought.  It wasn't until all
the pledges were running behind the jeep that it dawn on me.  That and the
fact that my dick was slapping my stomach as I ran kind of gave it all
away.  I couldn't believe what I was doing.

Running was damn near impossible as well.  It took Arsen and I a while to
get a good rhythm going with our cuffed hands but we got it.  And soon
everyone was jogging behind the jeep at a steady pace.

We were jogging down the dirt road that led to the house when the driver
slammed on the brakes.

"Drop and give me twenty," Q ordered.  Now one might think he shouted like
some drill sergeant, but he didn't.  His voice never lost its soft
eloquence.

Everyone did as we were told of course, and after the twenty pushups the
jeep sped away without warning.  It took us about a minute to catch up to
it.

Running naked didn't really bother me until we left the forest that
surrounded the house and were led straight into the heart of KU's campus.
People stopped, stared, and laughed their asses off.  And when we hit the
main road, Q made us stop and do twenty more pushups and then sped away
again.  They lead us places with the most people and every time we hit a
crowd he made us stop and do pushups.

It was bad.  People laughed, pointed, and yelled or sorts of things at us.
As we jogged, four guys in jogging shorts and tanks ran up to us and
matched out speed.  They laughed of course and slapped the ass of some of
the pledges and then my ass was slapped.hard!  When they were done
tormenting us they went one way while we went the other.

Q made us stop in front of the all girls dorm and told us to do fifty
pushups right in the middle of the street.  Traffic came to a stop but I
don't think anyone mind seeing fourteen bear asses going up and down as we
did our pushups.

Even the campus police got a kick out of it.  One of them drove by us very
slowly and yelled out "Give 'em hell Q!"

The girls were hanging out their window laughing and whistling.  The girls
loved it, but the guys who walked by made fun of our "white asses" and
"small dicks."

Please!  I'm perfectly tanned (not that I can say the same for the others)
and my cock is far from small, thank you very much!  But it was just
another way to belittle and humiliate us.

On my thirtieth pushup I looked to my right and saw Alex.  God I just
wanted to hide under a rock.  She was standing there with a box of folders
in her hands, leaning up against a friend, laughing like you wouldn't
believe.  It was the first time I saw her since I stepped foot in KU and
she was laughing at me!  She waved and blew me a kiss.  What a bitch, I
thought.  But I really couldn't blame her because I would've been laughing
myself if I saw a bunch of naked guys doing pushups in the middle of the
street.

I mumbled bitter words under my breath, as did the others.  When we were
finally finished and stood up Q told us to give him another fifty.  By this
time some of the girls were throwing their panties and bras at us out the
window, telling us to "put 'em on big boy, put 'em on."

I'll tell you this much.  When we saw that jeep take off we ran after it
like the devil was after us, anything to get away from the girl's dorm.

I was too embarrassed to keep track of time or distance, so I have no idea
how far we went or how long we were out there running and doing pushups.
But by the time the jeep led is back to the house I was ready to drop dead
I was so tired.  Running is nothing new to me; in fact, I rather enjoy it
to be honest.  But running and pushups at the same time was something I
wasn't used to, so when Q gave the word that we could take a break, I
collapsed on the moist grass panting heavily.  I swayed from side to side,
coughing slightly, and sweating from head to toe.  Being naked didn't
matter anymore.  All I wanted was fresh air.

Q walked thru the heaps of exhausting bodies and stood atop the stone
steps.  About two minutes passed when he told us to grab our jockstraps and
get on our feet.  I grabbed what jock was closest to me and I seriously
doubt it was the one I was wearing.  Standing on my own proved a little
difficult so I leaned on Arsen as he leaned on me.  I ran my hand thru my
hair and it was so damp with sweat that it stayed slicked back as if I had
applied gel.

We followed Q in silence thru the house back down to the large bathrooms.
We passed the sinks, and then the toilets, and finally came around a tight
corner to where all the showers were.  It was much like any showers you'll
find in a men's room.  There were seven showerheads along the tiled wall
with a dish for the soap and shampoo under it.  There were seven heads and
fourteen of us; you do the math.

"You'll get two showers a day."  Q gestured towards the entire length of
the shower room.  "One in the morning and another before you go to bed, and
maybe a third one in-between if we feel it's required.  Ask for one and you
will go days without one."  He looked at the fourteen faces in front of him
before he continued.  "What are you waiting for?"  As those words left his
mouth, a powerful spray of water shot out of each showerhead.  "Put your
jocks in this bin and clean up."

I took off my jockstrap and noticed the tag with the name Jason on it; it
was the first time I realized that our names were on the underwear they
gave us.  Arsen should me the tag on his and it said CJ; for some reason I
found that quite amusing and grinned.  I threw the Jason's jock in the bin
and went into the warm, soothing water.  The strong jets felt amazing
against my flesh; I could have stay there forever.  I grabbed the bar of
soap and passed it over my stomach and up to my neck.

"What do you fucks think you're doing?" Steel demanded.

My first thought?  Where the fuck did Seth come from?  He wasn't with us
when we first go up.  He wasn't with us the first time we went to the
bathroom to wash up.  He wasn't with us during our run either.  And he sure
as hell wasn't with us when we were led back down to the bathroom.  But
there he was standing next Q as if he was there from the very beginning.
Seeing that tribal band tattoo around his neck again freaked me out.  Don't
get me wrong it looked wicked awesome on him but the pain!

His question confused us.  What did he mean what were we doing?  Taking a
shower, you dumb fuck, I wanted to say, but of course I kept my mouth shut.
"I asked you shit-heads a question!"

"Uh, taking a shower?" Paul answered for the group somewhat nervously.

Steel shook his head.  "I can see that, Smartass, and I can also see that
you still don't understand the meaning of teamwork and brotherhood.  You
are your brothers keeper, so you will wash him just like he will wash you."

"I have to put my hands on that?" Paul pointed at Steve with a look of
disgust on his face.

At that moment Seth came walking around the corner, grinning wickedly.
"You already wiped his ass clean so what difference will this make?"

"But I."

"I'm sorry," Seth laughed softly as he placed his hand over his chest, "did
I give the impression that I was interested in anything you had to say,
pledge?"

Paul shook his head no.

"I didn't so."  After a long silence he spoke again.  "Are you pledges
waiting for a green light, or a gun shot, or checkered flag to be waved?
Shower!"

I saw the pledge next to me jump slightly; it was Sam, the Asian kid.

"I'll do you first," Arsen whispered to me.

"And you better make sure you clean your pledge brother from top to
bottom," Q ordered.

I got under the powerful warm jets.  After about a minute of letting the
water just wet my body, I saw Arsen reach for the soap with his free hand
and press the bar to my chest.  Since I didn't have the slightest desire to
watch another man bath me, I closed my eyes and just then the water
stopped.  I felt the bar of soap and the length of his fingers pass all
over my chest and tight stomach; he was slow and meticulous.  He went all
the way down and stopped just before my pubes and slipped his hand back up
again to my chest and neck.  I could easily feel the foam on my body and
his touch was stirring my dick in the most horrible way.  Slowly but surely
my cock was about to stand up and say hi.  And it wasn't because he was
turning me on, but being sexless for as long as I was, and feeling another
person's hands on my body was bound to stir something up.  "Lift your arms
up," he said softly.

"For what?" I whispered.

"So I can clean your pits, guy, not get 'em up."

Reluctantly, I did what I was told.  The instant I felt his hand under my
arms I giggled despite myself (did I forget to mention that I'm ticklish?).
His thing fingers caressed my fine hairs in such a way that I could help
but giggle like a freaking schoolgirl!

Instinctively, I pushed his hand away and he pushed back.

"Will you quit it?"

"Well stop tickling me then!"  "Like I can help it!  Now shut up and let me
finish."

Opening my eyes, I looked down and saw my eight incher pointing straight
out and I wasn't even all the way hard yet!  I'm sure my face must have
flashed a thousand and one shades of red, but Arsen didn't seem to notice
and he wasn't paying any attention to my cock, thank God!

But when he moved to clean my other pit he unknowingly brushed against my
hardening dick and there was no he wasn't go to notice that.

He looked down at my crotch, then at me again, then back down, and finally
shook his head.  "For crying out loud, can't you control yourself?"

	"Shut the fuck up," I hissed softly so no one save Arsen could hear
me.  I looked to either side and noticed that I wasn't the only one with
the problem, which made me feel so much better.  Can no one call me fag for
a getting boner when their dick is just as hard.

	He continued to wash my lather up my chest, stomach, and sides,
then got behind me to do my back.  Again his hands moved slowly and
carefully all over my back, and as his went down to my lower back I took in
breath and held it for the longest time.  I finally released it when it
moved up to the back of my neck.  I guess I was nervous because I thought
he was going for my ass.  I looked around again and saw that everyone else
was getting their back lathered up as well, and when Arsen got down on one
knee behind me to do my legs, everyone else followed his example.

	He did my right leg first and then the right, all the while
avoiding my ass like the plague; his hand moved up and down my sides but
never once did he touch my ass.  Finally I heard him say and felt his
breath on my left cheek, and I knew he realized there was simply no way
around it.

	I was horrified enough for the both of us.

	I felt his hand on my right cheek and shuddered.  (Yes, I know what
you're thinking.  "He already wiped your ass so what's the big deal."  But
you just simply don't understand!)  He pressed hard against each mound of
flesh, slipping the bar of soap between the crack every so often.  Though
he got up and stood close behind me, he continued to lather up my ass.

	"Sorry about this," he whispered into my ear.

	I was about to whisper something back, what I do not remember, when
he pushed the bar between my ass crack.  I didn't feel his fingers at all,
just the bar of soap.  It went up and down the entire length and at one
point the corner of he bar pushed against my hole.

	I moaned softly.  I moaned! I fucking moaned for crying out loud!
Holy fuck I could have shoot myself right there and then.  And when the bar
pushed against me hole again, I hissed, bit my lower lip and closed my eyes
tightly; by now my cock was pointing straight up like fucking flagpole.

I looked down and saw it glistening and it wasn't with soap I can tell you
that much!  By this time my dick was aching so bad it was screaming for
some attention.  My kingdom to have Alex's pretty, luscious lips around me
dick sucking it for like her life depending on its creamy filling; I had
yet to meet someone who could give better head than my girl.

Arsen continued his assault on my crack for what seemed an eternity.
Finally he passed the bar one last time between my ass, pushing hard on my
hole and making my dick jerk violently, and moved to the front.  And just
like I expected, everyone else did what he did.

Looking down and noticed my very large problem, he knitted his brows and
slowly looked up.  "That better not be cum I'm seeing, " he said thru
tightly clinched teeth, looking at me with eyes that could kill.

I shrugged.  "It's not!" I said softly.  "It's, uh.pre."

"Oh God!"

	He waited awaited awhile, and the other guys pretended to wash
their partners chest while they waited for Arsen to make his move.
Eventually, he got down on his knees in front of me and simply stared at my
prick.  Now, he wasn't checking me out like one might think, he was merely
trying to think of a method of a attack.  Moving his head slowly from side
to side, he was studying me like I was some kind of lab rat, which made me
totally uncomfortable.  Not to mention that I had my stiff prick twitching
just inches from his face.

Man it was so red, so hard, it throbbed with the beat of my heart.  I just
wanted to grab it and beat the shit out of it until I spewed my cum all
over the place.  Normally I would go for a really, slow, long jack because
I like to make it last as long as it's humanly possible.  My personal best
is a four-hour jack session, stopping only for several seconds to stop
myself from reaching the point of no return.  But in this case I just
wanted to shot!

Arsen dug his nails into the side of the bar and then pressed it to my
sack, his hands or fingers never touched me.  Very carefully he moved the
bar all around my low hanging balls as the pre-cum oozed down the length of
my dick.

He mumbled something under his breath and I'm sure it wasn't anything
pleasant.  He patted my inner thighs to tell me to open my legs up more and
I did.  He slipped the bar of soap between my sack and my thigh to clean
that area, but he was very careful not to touch me.

The kid was a freaking genius because he never did.  And everyone saw how
he was cleaning my most private area and copied his technique perfectly.
Honestly, I don't think anyone's cock got touched thanks to Arsen's
example.

He moved the bar to my throbbing shaft and slid it up and down the entire
length, pressing it hard against my stomach, which caused even more pre-cum
to flow out of my dick.  I already mention that I'm a pre-cum factory, but
Arsen didn't know that at the time.

Placing the bar on my stomach, he slid half of it between my body and dick
and pushed it down so it was pointing at his face; he never touched me.
And like before, he ran the bar over the length of my dick; there was a
long, sticky string of pre-cum hanging off the end that he ignored utterly.

Feeling the soap moving on my cock almost felt like it was being jerked
off.  He did it so slowly that it was turning me on something fierce and I
hated him for it.  I was getting hot and my breathing was heavy.  My cock
pulsated wicked back and it was so sensitive that if I had given it two or
three strokes I would have exploded all over Arsen's face.

I felt my balls churning and slowly tightening as the soap continued to
cleanse my throbbing, hurting member.  There was no doubt in my mind that I
was about to fucking shot the biggest load of my life and there was nothing
I could do to stop it.

I opened my mouth slightly to warn Arsen of the impending explosion of
thick, white cream, for I believed he deserved that much, and I could not
believe what happened next.

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So there you have it.  The second 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
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Take care, X