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

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

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

Comments may be sent to TheoNorth@aol.com

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

Now, without further ado . . .


                           LeaDR HOUSE
                          by Theo North

                           Chapter Two

                 In which David and Scott learn
                  how the LeaDR's put the "HEY!"
                            in hazing

The big banner over the door read, "Be a LeaDR. Be a Man." David stared up
at that banner with mixed emotions. LDR (Lambda Delta Rho) was his dad's
fraternity and David was proud that he was following in his father's
footsteps. He was certain that he would live up to the challenge of their
slogan, "Be a LeaDR. Be a Man." He was nervous as all hell, though, at the
thought of meeting all the muscular, confident young men he could see
inside the house and of trying to impress upon them that he belonged in
their fraternity. Then again, he DID belong. He was a legacy and they damn
well had to take him whether they wanted to or not. Still, David would
prefer if they wanted to.

But David wasn't the only freshman standing on the front walk staring at
the LDR's doorway with mixed feelings. Scott York took a deep breath to
mentally prepare himself for the rush party he was about to enter. It was
do or die time, Scott knew, and he didn't intend to die.

Scott had come to college from a small farm town. Only five kids out of his
high school class had gone to college. Of those, Scott was the only male
and the only one to get a full scholarship to a prestigious, ivy covered,
kick-ass academic college like St. Winston. It was a big deal and Scott
knew everyone back home was keeping an eye on the
small-town-kid-made-good. Half were cheering him on and hoping he would
prove that kids from Seelyville (his hometown) could make the grade. The
other half were so jealous they couldn't wait for him to fail. Well, if
Scott had anything to say about it, those people would be waiting a long
time.

Part of being a success on campus and in the world after graduation was
pledging the right fraternity. Scott had done a lot of research into the
greek chapters at St. Winston. He knew which houses were known more for
their parties than their graduation rates; he knew which ones were filled
with scholars but socially unpopular geeks. He knew which ones attracted
jocks, which ones were for engineering majors, which ones for business,
which for drama, etc. Only one, though, seemed to attract the cream of the
crop, the very best guys from all academic and social categories, and train
them to be the top men on campus. That was LeaDR House, and Scott swore
that if he accomplished nothing else in his first weeks on campus, he was
going to walk out of this house tonight with a guaranteed spot in the LDR
pledge class.

On the front porch, David and Scott each noticed the other standing there
at about the same time.  Realizing they had each caught the other preparing
his mental armor, they laughed. "You ready?"  David asked.

"After you," said Scott, gesturing his arm toward the front door.

The two entered and quickly lost track of one another in the crush of
active members and hopeful pledges. David decided immediately that he
needed to find the beer keg. It wasn't so much that he needed a drink, as
the fact that holding a beer might make him look more like one of the
partying studs surrounding him and, if nothing else, it would give him
something to do with his hands.

As he made his way across the living room, a blonde guy walked up to David
and shook his hand. "Hi, I'm Tim Brockmyre. The guys just call me Brock."
David looked the older student up and down. Brock's sun-bleached hair was
cut in a short buzz, and his deeply tanned skin showed signs of a lot of
time by the pool the past summer. Brock stood 6'3" with huge pecs and a
tiny waist. David concentrated hard to keep from boning up.

"And you are . . .?"

David stared at Brock's white smile and realized the guy was waiting for
him to introduce himself. "Oh, ummmmm, David James," he stammered.

"James . . . You're Steve James' son?"

"Yeah."

"Hell, you're already one of ours! We've been expecting you." Brock
exclaimed. "Welcome to LeaDR House. You need a beer!"

"I was thinking the same thing," David said, laughing and relaxing for the
first time since he walked in the door.

Brock walked David through to the dining room where the keg was set
up. Along the way, he introduced David to some of the guys. David smiled
and shook hands and said he was glad to be there. All the guys were real
friendly to him and a few, he thought, gave him the once-over. Or maybe
that was just his imagination.

At the keg, Brock filled a plastic cup for David. Handing the beer to the
young man, Brock raised his own glass in a toast, "To our first pledge of
the new class."

"Thanks," David said as he took a big gulp of the brew.

"Make yourself at home," Brock said. "Because, if you want, this will BE
your home for the next four years," he laughed. Then, leaning closer, he
whispered in David's ear, "I got a feeling you're going to love it here."
With that odd comment, Brock disappeared into the crowd.

David milled around for a while, getting a feel for the house. He slowly
realized that there were only guys at this party. At the other houses he
had been to for rush, the guys had invited sorority girls over to hang all
over the freshmen and "arouse" their interest. Here though, it was just the
men of Lamda Delta Rho and the freshmen.

David downed a few more beers and met some more of the guys from the
house. They were all athletes, or at least athletic. Most held positions of
authority on campus the student congress president and several of the
senators, the chair of the college president's student advisory panel, a
judge on the student court, the varsity quarterback, captain of the
baseball team, last year's homecoming king . . . The men of Lambda Delta
Rho certainly lived up to their nickname: the LeaDRs.

Walking along the balcony that lined the second floor rooms and looked down
on the main floor, David ran into his friend from the front porch,
Scott. "How's it going buddy?" he asked.

"Pretty good, I think," said Scott. "I've been getting some good vibes from
the conversations I've been having. I don't think I've given them a reason
to blackball me. What about you?"

"Oh, ummm. I was just kind of asking about the party in general. I hadn't
really thought that much about whether they would take me."

"What do you mean??!! This is a rush party you idiot. That's the main
reason we're all here. Or were you planning to rush another fraternity?
'Cause man, I gotta tell you, this is the best one there is."

"No, I'm going to pledge LDR. I know that. My dad was a LeaDR and I'm going
to be one, too."

"You lucky son-of-a-bitch," Scott said, slowly and with true jealousy
flaring in his eyes. "You're one of the legacies. You're guaranteed to make
the cut."

"Oh, I'm sure they'll pick you, too. Don't worry about it," David replied.

"I don't know. They have high standards here. They look at everything your
physical condition, your student involvement in high school, your GPA. They
want to make sure the guys they get are the best of the class. And I heard
they're only gonna take eight guys in this year's pledge class, and there
are two legacies you and some other kid. That means only six guys are gonna
get picked . . . out of all the guys in this room."

Scott looked around at the competition and took a sullen sip of his beer as
a firm hand clasped his shoulder. "Want to see if you have what it takes to
make the cut?"

David looked up over Scott's shoulder to see Brock standing there.

"Excuse me?" Scott asked with surprise.

"I said do you want to see if you have what it takes to make the cut. We
can decide this right now, buddy, if you want. If you're one of us, you'll
know tonight. Otherwise you can go pledge your pussy ass to one of the
other frats."

Scott's mind raced. Oh JESUS, he thought. He had sworn to himself that he
would prove to the LeaDR's tonight that he was one of them. Now he had his
chance and he was scared. Who was this big guy in front of him? And what
kind of test would he have to pass? Then, just as quickly as the fear had
washed over him, he pushed it aside. The entire debate in his head had
taken a fraction of a second, so it seemed no time at all before Scott
thrust out his hand and said in his most cocky voice, "Oh, I've got what it
takes all right. My name is Scott York and I'm proud to be a member of your
pledge class."

Brock smiled at the kid's bravado and shook his hand. "Yeah, well I'm Brock
Brockmyre and I'LL decide whether or not you make the pledge class." Then
the older boy smiled at David. "You want to watch, James?"

David nodded, a little too eagerly, and followed Brock and Scott up the
stairs. Brock led them into a room on the third floor. One 30 watt light
bulb hung from a wire in the ceiling, illuminating the room as much as it
could. The walls were painted black and the corners were dark. Brock
pointed to a stool and barked at David, "SIT!" David did, immediately and
without question.

"You," Brock turned his attention to Scott, "STRIP!" A tremor ran through
Scott. He'd heard of fraternity hazing practices and was expecting to
encounter them at some point, though not at the rush party! But he knew
that if he refused he'd never be a LeaDR and that was what he most
wanted. He pulled his shirt off over his head, kicked off his sneakers and
dropped his jeans.

Brock admired the young man standing in front of him in a pair of socks and
white briefs.  "Nice," he said out loud. "You've got the build to be a
LeaDR." Scott stood a little taller with pride. Silently, Brock admired the
young man's body. His dark hair and eyes could almost appear dangerous if
it weren't for the spray of freckles over his pug nose, Brock
thought. Though he was only 5'6", Scott had been a star wrestler in high
school, and he had a wrestler's build: a muscular torso with strong, thick
arms and legs. Brock also couldn't help but notice the round, firm ass that
pushed out the back of Scott's cotton briefs. Brock could think of a
million things he wanted to do to that ass . . . and he knew just how to
start.

"Scott, we're going to test a couple of things tonight to see if you have
what it takes to be a LeaDR. First, we're going to test your physical
stamina. That's very important to us, because our members are active on
campus all day, and still have to be ready to socialize with their brothers
in the evening. Second, we're going to test your respect for
authority. Being able to fairly and effectively enforce discipline is an
important part of being a LeaDR. And you can't be a good disciplinarian
unless you prove you can take as well as you give. Do you think you can do
that?"

"Yes sir," answered Scott. To himself, he thought, "Oh great, I'm going to
be paddled." Scott didn't consider it a big deal . . . a few swats and he
was on his way to being a LeaDR. He, of course, underestimated Brock's
appreciation for strong discipline.

"Bend over that horse!" Brock ordered, pointing to a black saw horse with a
leather, padded toprail. Scott bent over the horse and grasped the legs
with his hands, bracing himself for the smacks he knew were coming. He was
shocked, however, to feel Brock tying his ankles to the leg braces behind
him. He said nothing, though. Then, Scott felt Brock grab the waistband of
his briefs and give a hard tug, ripping the material from his body. He
blushed, realizing that David was still in the room and could see his
exposed ass and would watch his entire punishment. Still, though, he said
nothing.

Brock took his favorite paddle from the wall. Thin, solid oak, a foot long
with the LDR letters burned into the front. The paddle was special and he
used it exclusively on his brothers in Lambda Delta Rho. He sighed a little
as he hung it back on the wall. Though he was sure that Scott would qualify
as a brother, he'd better wait until the kid was pledged before using the
special paddle. Instead, he pulled down a black leather model that always
did nice work on novices.

SMACK! The first swat broke across Scott's ass and, despite his intentions
to take it like a man, the kid yelped out loud. Brock grinned. He loved to
catch them by surprise on the first swat.  Some guys liked to give a speech
to their boys first: tell them how they were going to beat their ass hard,
how the kid would learn to take it like a LeaDR, etc., etc. Brock thought
that was all garbage. He let his paddle and his strong backhand swing do
the talking. They usually made the point effectively.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Scott's ass was bright red and, though he
didn't yelp during the last four strokes, his breathing was heavy.

Brock stroked the hot, red ass. "Only 25 more to go, Scotty."

There was an audible gasp from Scott as Brock raised the paddle once more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Tears were forming in Scott's eyes. He fought to hold them back. "Mustn't
cry," he thought. It was a losing battle.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Scott's deep breathing caught in his throat and, unable to stop it, the boy
sobbed. From that point, there was no holding back his tears. He cried out
loud, like a little kid. Brock smiled, but continued his discipline.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Scott was screaming now. "STOP! STOP! OH GOD! OH PLEASE! MERCY!"

Brock paused his strokes. "Do you want me to stop, Scott? I will, and you
can walk right out the door. But if you do, you don't need to come back."

Scott sobbed as he hung over the sawhorse. Oh god, he had wanted to be a
LeaDR so bad. But his ass....he didn't think he could take much
more. Already he didn't know how he would sit down in class next
Monday. How many swats had he taken? Ten? Twenty? He had lost count.
"Oooooooh," he moaned silently.

"What was that?"

"do it," Scott whispered.

"Louder boy! Do I continue or not?"

"YES, SIR!" Scott yelled. "YES, SIR, PLEASE! DO IT!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Brock paused again and ran his hands over the red ass in front of
him. Scott's round firm ass looked so good, even better now with the signs
of Brock's discipline burning the skin. He ran his hand into the crack. It
was sweaty, from fear no doubt. Brock gently poked one finger against
Scott's hole.

"Oooooooh!" Scott moaned. Had he been in his right mind, he would have been
mortified that this college stud was fingering his hole, just as Scott
fingered it in bed during his nightly j.o.  sessions. But Scott had passed
the point of sanity eight or nine swats ago. His ass was on fire and his
mind had checked out. "Oooooooh!"

Brock pushed in deeper, then added a second finger. He gently yet
persistently finger-fucked the young wrestling stud in front of him. "You
got a nice tight ass, Scott"

"Thank you sir. Oooooh that feels so good."

Over on his stool, David had gone into his own version of shock. He
couldn't believe his eyes.  The hunky college frat stud he had been
drooling over since he walked in the door was shoving his fingers up the
ass of a humpy freshman. David's dick was hard and throbbing in his
pants. He was rubbing the material as he watched.

"You getting off on this, James?" Brock asked. David blushed as he admitted
he was. "Then get your ass over here and feed that hard cock to your new
pledge brother."

Scott heard two things in that sentence. One, that he was going to suck
David's cock. Two, that he had made the cut. He didn't know which made him
happier. He opened his mouth and greedily slurped on David's tool.

Behind Scott, Brock's fingers exited his ass. The young stud whimpered
around the cock in his mouth. His ass felt so empty. "Please sir, more!" he
tried to say around the mouthful of meat choking him.

"Oh, you'll get more all right. You still got five strokes to go." Brock
announced.

CHRIST! Scott had lost count, but he thought he had finished the paddling.

SMACK!

The paddle's harsh blow drove Scott forward and David, in turn, moaned as
even more of his hard cock disappeared down the wrestler's throat.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Brock was good. He was setting up a rhythm with his smacks so that Scott
bobbed up and down on David's cock at just the right pace.

SMACK!

"OOOOOH!" David moaned.

"PULL OUT!" Brock shouted. "SHOOT ON HIS BACK!!"

David did as commanded and his hot white load sprayed over Scott's
back. Brock pulled out his hard cock and, with a few strokes, his load
joined David's. The two tired studs collapsed on the floor at either end of
Scott's bound body.

"Hey! What about me!" Scott whined.

"Oh yeah. You," Brock said. "YOU get to go back to the party."

"Wha?" Scott asked in disbelief as Brock quickly untied him and lifted him
off the sawhorse.  Brock shoved the young man across the room, opened the
door, pushed him out onto the staircase landing. "Enjoy the party,
boy. Maybe I'll see you around on campus!" With that Brock laughed and
slammed the door behind him, locking it.

Confused, embarrassed, horny and pissed as hell, Scott turned around and
started banging on the door, demanding to be let in. "You motherfucker! You
said I was a pledge! You promised! I took your fucking paddling and I
swallowed David's cock and did everything you told me!  GODDAMMIT OPEN THIS
FUCKING DOOR!!!"

Through the haze of his confusion, though, Scott heard the sound of
laughing, cheering and clapping behind him. Slowly he turned around to find
the men of Lambda Delta Rho standing on the staircase behind him.

Josh, the president of the fraternity came forward and placed his hand on
Scott's shoulder. "Now, Mr. York. Is that any way for a future LeaDR to
behave?" Josh then grinned and shook Scott's hand. "Welcome to this year's
pledge class."


The adventures of the men of LDR House continue in Chapter 3.