Date: Mon, 06 Mar 2006 12:41:24 -0500
From: max scoppato <tuffbottm@hotmail.com>
Subject: The new frat 'boy'

Groups of people vary just as individuals do. The composition of the group
includes the individual members' subconscious needs. Sometimes these needs
are more similar from member to member, in fact, it is possible that the
similarity of subconscious needs binds the members together stamping the
group with a subconscious agenda. The group seeks to fulfill these
collective needs involving every member's participation, though no one in
the group is fully aware of what is happening.
This was at the root of what happened in the frat house of Lambda Gamma
Kappa starting with a new frat brother. The frat boys all subconsciously
followed an agenda to satisfy their secret needs the day they accepted Bruce
in their midst.
Bruce was not like the other frat boys in the house. He was not as muscular,
not as rugged and definitely not as hairy. He had beautiful blond hair and
piercing blue eyes that made him look boyishly handsome. The day he was
accepted, they told him that he would have to pass through an initiation in
three days. He agreed with some apprehension, but he wanted to belong so
badly, that he swallowed and said yes.
>From that minute on, a sort of nervous excitement gripped the house.
Everybody was looking forward to initiating the newcomer. At first, they
didn't know just what they were going to do. The stupid old initiation rites
didn't seem to fit for Bruce. They had to have something new.
It was Brad, the top football player who came up with a malicious plan. They
would make Bruce dress up like a girl and serve them dinner. This turned up
the volume on their collective excitement. It was like some sort of secret
passion that was building in the frat house. They divvied the tasks of
getting the clothes, wig, makeup, perfume, shoes and jewelry for Bruce.
There was a collective heat mounting among them. Fantasies were set off in
each member's head, though each member thought that he alone felt this
excitement. When they saw Bruce around the house something stirred in each
and every one of them.
The day came. They all gathered in the living room and summoned Bruce. As
Bruce entered the room he felt that awesome, hot force that was emanating
from the brothers.
Brad took the lead, as he always did.
"So, today you will be initiated, Cindy. That is your name for today. You
are going to dress like Cindy and serve us dinner as Cindy." The frat
brothers all breathed heavily watching Bruce, who stood there smiling trying
to digest Brad's words.
"Go to my room, Cindy. You'll find everything you need there on my bed. Oh,
and take a nice shower and shave your whole fuckin' body before you get
dressed. Yeah, don't forget the enema!"
Bruce was relieved that he wasn't going to be pissed on or get his face
shoved in the toilet or some other hackneyed initiation rite. He had dressed
as a girl before, for Halloween, and so this was a piece of cake, he
thought.
He showered and shaved his body. The boys had put some skin cream out for
him to use and he applied it lavishly. He found the perfume and the makeup,
the earrings and the lace panties that had a snap on the bottom. He wondered
what that was for. He dressed and applied the makeup as best he could. He
put on the earrings and the wig, stepped into the high heeled shoes and put
on the false nails. Looking in the mirror, he was startled to see a sexy
blond slut with false nails and curved calves in high heeled shoes.
He took a deep breath and returned to the living room where the brothers
were waiting impatiently.
"Man!" said Steve, "Cindy, you are gorgeous!"
Calvin, the basketball star: "Walk around the room for us, babe, and show us
your stuff!"
Cindy walked around the room several times and even sat on some guys' laps
and batted her eye lashes at them, cooing.
A sort of nervous laugh circled the room. The boys weren't sure that this
was going the right way. Indeed, Cindy was attractive as their new bitch.
Most of the boys started to feel nervous reactions in their crotches. Just
the thought that Cindy was really Bruce seemed to satisfy a lot of
subconscious needs in that room.
They suddenly realized that there was ample time until dinner, which was
being brought in, since they hadn't been so sure that Bruce could cook. They
looked at each other sheepishly not knowing where to go from there. A
strange but almost poisonous silence befell them.
Finally, Calvin, the black basketball player spoke: "Maybe, since Cindy is
new here, maybe she should tell us how she feels as a girl. Like, each one
of us could interview her in private and then we can share our notes at
dinner."
"Great idea, dude," added Brad. "And I will interview her first! Come with
me, Cindy." This idea was just what the frat boys had been percolating all
the time.
Some of the brothers noticed the growing bulge in Brad's loose shorts.
Cindy followed Brad back to his room, where she had dressed.
"Sit down, bitch!" Brad commanded harshly. All of Brad's chairs were piled
high with books and clothes. Not seeing any other place free but the unmade
bed, she sat there. Brad came over and sat next to her. Silence reigned.
Then, unexpectedly Brad put his arm around Cindy's shoulders. "Well, Cindy,
what's it like? Do you like being our girl today?" Brad's sharp tone had
softened. He seemed truly concerned. Cindy looked at him. Dang! What a
handsome stud sitting there with his strong, double bicep'ed arm around her
shoulders. This jock sported a dark brown flattop and had a square face with
a one-day stubble. His neck and shoulder muscles were well developed and his
biceps were as thick as some peoples' thighs. A thick forest of hair covered
his massive chest. Cindy really felt like a girl now in the protection of a
virile hunk. She just stared into his eyes and batted her eyelashes looking
meek and helpless. "You are gorgeous as a girl, Cindy, you really are."
Cindy smelled the strong whiff of alcohol on Brad's breath. Until now, she
hadn't noticed how heavily the brothers had been drinking that day. His
mouth came closer and closer to hers. "You are gorgeous, gorgeous..." He was
kissing her. He pulled her fully to himself with all of his muscular might.
Cindy started stroking his hazel brown hair and let him kiss her. They made
out for a while before Brad directed her hand to his crotch. She felt the
hard bone under the smooth fabric of his nylon shorts. She squeezed it. He
moaned. Bruce had never had sex with anybody before. He didn't know what to
do. Sure, he had jerked off, but he was now scared of what was happening,
and he suddenly realized that he was no longer Bruce but Cindy and was about
to get to know his ten frat brothers from a completely new side, one at a
time. He realized that that electric force that had met him when he entered
the living room still Bruce was what had driven the collective will of the
frat house for the past three days, ending in an undeniable tension. "Jerk,
me, Cindy, jerk me," urged the muscular football hunk. Cindy's nailed
fingers were trying to find the drawstring of Brad's shorts with his long
nailed fingers. But Brad was already moving to get the shorts down. He
wasn't wearing anything underneath, no briefs, no jock, nothing. His long,
hard, slightly curved, fat bone stood there. Cindy started to jerk him
slowly, working her hand up and down the wood. "That is awesome, Cindy, just
awesome," he moaned. Suddenly, Cindy felt the power she was gaining over
Brad. She would squeeze less and he begged for more. She would only touch it
lightly and he implored her to be harder. Someone knocked on the door.
"How's the interview going?" came a voice that sounded like Steve. "Ah,
great, great -- just need a little more time. Be done soon!" Brad screamed at
the locked door.
"Cindy, baby, that is great. Can you kiss it, baby, just kiss my dick?"
Cindy smiled. She had read of blowjobs and she knew that that is what Brad
wanted. But she also knew that if she played her cards right, she would gain
control over him and maybe the whole frat house." It would mess up my
lipstick, Brad. And I don't want to leave a red spot on your dick."
Brad knew that she was stalling but he wanted it bad and he also knew that
the other boys were anxiously waiting to interview their new girl.
"Listen, Cindy, if you do this for me, I'll do anything you want, okay.
Tomorrow I'll help you with anything you want, baby, just kiss my dick for
me now."
"Anything, stud? Anything?"
"Yeah, I promise, I really do."
Cindy got down on her knees in front of Brad. Looking at the boner from her
vantage point it looked enormous. And it was stiff as a rock and pulsating
furiously. Precum oozed out the piss slit. She bent forth and kissed it
gently on the piss slit and sucked in the precum. Brad moaned. Then Cindy
let herself go and she swallowed the meat half way down. Her bright red lips
squeezed the fat boner. Suddenly, Brad started squirting his juice into her
mouth. At first, she wanted to spit it out but then she decided to swallow
it all. Brad was watching her in absolute awe. He had been with girls before
and they had eventually given him a blow job, but with hesitation and had
pulled away when he started to cum. He just stared at Cindy and felt a
mixture of his own power and some love for this girl who was swallowing his
manhood. Cindy looked up at Brad to see the expression in his eyes. He
smiled at her with approval. She continued to swallow his sperm. Suddenly he
didn't want to share her with the other frat brothers, but he knew he had
to. Jealousy started to creep into his heart.
Cindy stood up. "I think my first interview is over, right? I have nine more
to do today before I serve you all dinner."
"Do you have to be interviewed by the other guys today? Really?"
"Yeah, Brad, that is part of the initiation, isn't it?"
Brad knew that she was right and he knew that Calvin would be the next
"interviewer". Someone was already knocking on the door. They tried the knob
but the door was locked. "We're coming!" Brad roared upset with himself.
Cindy redid her lipstick before the mirror, smoothed her skirt and left the
room. Brad sat despondent on the bed watching her beautiful butt as she left
the room.
Calvin was already waiting. She followed him to his room. Unlike Brad's
room, Calvin's was neat and tidy. There weren't a pile of books on all the
chairs. She sat demurely in an armchair with her legs crossed looking at
him.
Calvin pulled up a study chair and faced her up close. "So, how did the
interview with Brad go, Cindy?"
"Well, I came to know him pretty well. He is very strong, you know, and he
was very excited."
Calvin understood the code all too well. "Well, baby, then let's not waste
any time. Come sit in my lap so that I can get to know you just as well."
Cindy stood up and sat in Calvin's lap. His arms were strong. "You gonna
kiss me, babe?" he asked. She kissed him and felt his pole stiffen under
her. They made out just as before with Brad. Calvin's hard wong turned into
a rod of steel and poked Cindy's butt through his basketball shorts. She
pulled her skirt up and felt his hard meat against her butt cheeks. Then she
realized why the panties had the snap button. She carefully caressed
Calvin's handsome face and kissed him, batting her lashes and moaning
softly. He was gyrating in his chair working his bone against her butt. But
she didn't move to help him out. The darkness of his face made his eyes and
teeth seem whiter than normal. She couldn't help thinking but how handsome
and manly he was.
"Damn, babe, I want all of you!" he said. "I wanna get inside ya, babe!"
"Are you sure, dude? Are you sure? I don't think I can do that."
"But babe, I'll do anything for you. I will. Whatever you want." Cindy was
winning her next "helper". "Just let me slip it in for a second or two,
babe, and I will do whatever you ask tomorrow." Cindy hesitated on purpose
leaving Calvin to squirm. He was reaching down to her panties and searching
for the snap. "Only if you are my protector from now on, Calvin. And I won't
tell anyone what we did."
He nodded like a puppy, a huge, masculine puppy. She found the snap herself
and raised her butt just enough for him to slip his shorts down. She grabbed
the bone with her hand. It was bigger and fatter than Brad's. Calvin was
already unscrewing a jar of Vaseline. "Here, use this, babe."
She put some Vaseline on his fat dick and up her pucker. Then slowly, very
slowly she sat on it. The big steel rod slid in causing her stinging pain.
But he was so hot that he immediately started shooting his load. He was
groaning so loud that she was afraid that everyone in the house would hear
him. Someone knocked on the door: "You all right in there?" "Yeah, yeah ..."
he screamed. He shot a lot of sperm into her hole but soon stopped shaking
and she knew that he was done.
Cindy got off the stud's lap. A little cum was dripping out of her butt
hole. She scooped it up and licked it off her fingers. The big black athlete
stared at her in awe, just as Brad had. He had never had such service from a
girl. He knew that he wanted this again, but he wanted it when he had more
time and could hold out longer and fuck her good.
Cindy snapped the button shut and pulled her short skirt down. "I have to go
to another interview, stud. See you at dinner."
Patrick was the next interviewer. A surly redhead, the head of the soccer
team and a part-time wrestler, he was known for his hot temper She found him
in the living room watching a porn film with the other jocks. "You ready to
interview me, Pat?" "Sure am!" He jumped up. "Come on!" She saw the tent in
his pants.
Once in his room, she sat on his bed and just looked at him standing in
front of her.
He stood there before her just rubbing his bone. She looked down at the
floor, feigning propriety. "Listen, Cindy, I was just watching a porn film
and I need to jack off. You're a man. I'm sure you understand that. And just
looking at you there, man! You fuckin' turn me on. You are beautiful and you
fuckin' know it. Tell me, you know it, don't you?"
She was still feigning. "I guess so, Pat, I guess so."
"Look at me, bitch! You are our girl today and we are gonna initiate you
into the brotherhood. So get used to it! We accepted you as you are, bitch!
And you are fuckin' gorgeous! We need you that way ...." Patrick's conscious
was starting to fish in his subconscious. "Damn, I mean, we have needed you
here for some time. Look at me!!!" He was almost screaming. Someone knocked
on the door: "Is she giving you a hard time, Pat?"
"Naw, she's gonna put out, I mean get out soon!" he roared back. He turned
back to Cindy. He had his bone out and was jerking. "Look at this! Look at
this Cindy. It's yours! Take it! Come on!" Cindy just looked and feigned
shock. "Aw, come on, Cindy, be a bro! Jerk me!"
"Oh, Pat, what am I getting into? What if the other guys knew what you want
me to do. I AM a man, you know, even if I am a girl today. I wouldn't want
to tell them what you want of me."
Patrick's face was red with fury. Without thinking he slapped her and pulled
her face into his crotch. He was trying to force his bone into her mouth but
was getting lipstick all over his groin. She was resisting. Another knock
told him that his time was limited. "Listen, Cindy bitch, you suck it a
little and I'll do whatever you want from now on, okay?" He was desperate.
She had heard these words before. A tear trickled down her cheek from the
rough treatment. Patrick was frightened. He hadn't meant to hurt her.
"Listen, I will be nice to you. You will be my number one, dude, just suck
it a little."
"Only if you keep your word," Cindy sniffed.
"I will, dude, I will. Now suck!"
Cindy kissed his wood tenderly on the piss slit and started to suck the
head. It didn't take long. Like his frat brothers, he was so horny from
three days of expectations that he soon came in her mouth. Just like with
Brad, she swallowed it ostentatiously, letting him enjoy seeing her ingest
his juice while looking up into his eyes. She had understood that the real
chicks didn't do this and that this gave the man some sort of desire to own
and protect her. After all, she had some of him inside her.
She quickly stood up and rearranged herself, fixing her lip stick, and
getting ready for the next "interview".
She was learning to walk in the high heels and learning to let her butt sway
just a bit from side to side in a sort of grind. She went to the living room
to see who her next "interviewer" would be. The seven other frat bros were
there watching Patrick's porn. Most of them were boned and she saw that.
"You pick, Cindy," Steve said.
"Well, then you, Steve stud!" Everyone chuckled. They went to Steve's room
and sat on the bed. "How do you like being a girl, Cindy?"
"Well, I'm really getting to know my new frat brothers pretty well. They are
all different and what they want is different, too."
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. Brad, Calvin, and Patrick all wanted different things.
But I think I satisfied them all. What is it that you want?"
Steve was the most naïve of the lot. He seemed baffled by the ambiguous
conversation.
They both sat there in silence for a while. Cindy studied his face. He was
brawny and rugged. Steve was from the countryside. A white boy with solid
shoulders from hard work in the yard, he had come to college two years ago
and was still trying to figure out the world. His bone was still there,
though, talking for him. Cindy decided to make this interview move along.
She put her long-nailed hand on his crotch and squeezed a bit. "So what do
you want, Steve stud?"
Steve shuddered. Cindy was really a boy, not a girl, but he looked so much
like a girl. Deep down inside, Steve had always wanted to have sex with a
man, but he was repressing it. And here was a chick with a dick who was
asking him what he wanted. He just looked at her in silence. Then he put his
hand on top of hers and pressed it into his whopper. A slimy spot appeared
in his sweat pants right over his penis. "I guess I want you to play with
me, Cindy. But don't tell anyone. They don't have to know. It will be our
secret and I will always stand by you here in the fraternity. Don't worry."
Cindy had a fourth protector. She surprised herself. She pulled his
sweatpants down and kneeled in front of him. He had a nice piece of meat --
nothing extraordinary, but nice and hard and full of excitement. She held
his hardon in her hand and squeezed it lightly, looking up into his eyes for
encouragement. He nodded. She took him in her mouth and sucked a while. He
was more patient than the others and was enjoying it. She stood up, turned
around and lifted up her skirt and unsnapped the snap, exposing her butt
hole. She sat on him and let his stiff prick slide inside her. Calvin's cum
was still there acting as lube. This really turned Steve on. She bucked and
bucked for about five minutes. A soft groan told her that he was unloading
his gizz in her butt. She smiled. When he was done, she straightened up and
got ready for her fifth interview.
This time it was Peter. Peter was from Jamaica, a well educated mulatto with
a mixture of Jamaican and British accent. His body was nicely proportioned,
sinewy and muscular without that gym sculpted look.
Cindy's courage was up. She led the way to his room, letting him feast his
eyes on her grinding behind. They had hardly entered the room and had the
door shut when Peter just grabbed her and kissed her. She smelled the heavy
rum in his breath. "I know what those guys have been doing with you, baby. I
heard them moan and roar. And now it's my turn, baby." He kissed her again,
this time with his tongue. His hands were all over her butt. He was about to
add a third load to the cum already in her bunghole. "I want that hole,
baby, I want it bad!" He was hugging her. His warmth and strength felt very
good. "What will you do to get it, stud?" "Anything!" "That's what I want --
you promise to protect me in the future and do anything for me and you can
have it." "I'm yours, baby, I'm your man from now on." He carried her to the
bed and laid her on her back, he pulled up her legs and as her skirt fell
back he admired the lace panties. Then he saw the snap button. He chuckled.
"Calvin bought the panties for you, baby, and now I know why!" He unsnapped
the button and studied the pucker that was vacillating in anticipation. He
yanked his hard dick out of his shorts, spat on it and went right for the
target. The pucker was ready and yielded to the manhood of this Caribbean
stud. He was ready to fuck for a while. But Cindy had figured out how to
shorten this -- she squeezed that nasty little pucker around the pole, let it
slack, and then squeezed again. These constrictions soon brought him to his
climax. He was jolting like crazy inside her taut hole. "Oh, baby, oh, baby,
you got the best of me! Next time I'll last longer, I promise!" She smiled.
She now knew that this was not her last day as Cindy. The frat boys had
secretly wanted this kind of in-house service for a long time. The group had
sought and found a solution to its needs.
Her next visit to the living room surprised her. Brad and Calvin had
returned and were watching the porn with the others. They had been
conferring but she didn't know what they had been talking about.
"Sam, Max, and Don want to interview you together, bitch! Just help `em
understand this thing, okay?" said Brad.
"Which room?" she asked.
"We'll go to my room," said Don.
Don's room was on the third floor. Cindy climbed the stairs ahead of the
trio, swinging her hips and purring. Once in the room, she sat on a chair
and waited to see what would happen.
Max stepped forward and casually unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down, and
stood there in his bulging jock. "Listen, Cindy, Brad and Calvin confessed
what they did with you. It's all right. The whole fraternity accepts this
situation. We need you as our frat bro cause we need to love you. Like, not
only today. You will be our Cindy from now on, dude, all we need is to get
off with you right now."
Don and Sam had both quickly undressed and stood there naked, sporting hard
rods. They were stoking and admiring each other's hardons. "We gonna tag
fuck ya, bitch, taking turns at your holes. So unsnap the snap in you r
panties and get on your knees." Max was rubbing his sweaty jock pouch
fiendishly. He pulled out his long dick and showed it to Cindy. "Nice, huh?"
Cindy nodded. She went down on him. Don and Sam began slapping her face with
their bones. "Okay, you two, take her mouth. I get the hole! Get your butt
up, bitch!" Max went to her rear, lifted up her skirt and fingered the
pucker while Sam and Don took turns with her mouth. Max pressed the tip of
his dick against her asshole and pressed some more. The cum inside had lubed
her up nicely and he soon slid in to the hilt. They worked like a well oiled
machine, first Max, then Sam, then Don at her asshole while the other two
enjoyed their blowjobs until it was their turn at the asshole again. Cindy
enjoyed the taste of her own asshole and the cum of the other studs as she
gave them head. But one by one they started to gizz -- first Sam in her face,
then Don in the bunghole and finally Max in the bunghole as well.
When they were done, they stood back and looked at Cindy like a masterpiece
of their creation. Don wiped the cum off her face with a towel and they
helped her stand up and button the snap for the last "interviews". She
applied fresh lipstick and freshened up her powder using the mirror over
Don's dresser.
Back in the living room, David and Ron immediately stood up. Throwing wood
they led the way to Ron's room on the second floor. They were known as the
twins, cause they looked so much alike and were both from Puerto Rico,
though they weren't really related. They smiled at her and touched her all
over. "Nice, veerrry nice!" Ron said with his Spanish accent. "I like what I
see!" Cindy smiled back at them. They were examining her like an object that
they were about to use. "You ever been doubledicked before, baby?" David
asked. Cindy shook her head to say no and then added: "Until today I had
never been dicked at all!" "Well," said Ron, "times change!" She nodded yes.
They had their meat out and gently pushed her to her knees. "Time to suck,
baby, time to suck dicks for you, baby. Then we doubledick your sweet hole."
She sucked both dicks, sometimes with the head of both in her mouth at the
same time. She marveled at the caramel colored wongs, stiff as all hell,
both big and fat. She sucked each one deep into her throat, pressing her
bright red lips around the shafts. After about ten minutes they were ready
to fuck. "Geet up on the bed, baby, on your hands and knees," David ordered.
She obeyed him. He pulled up her short skirt and examined the laced panties.
It took him a few minutes to find the snap but he did and undid it, exposing
her asshole. He stuck his long, curved dick in and then climbed up standing
on the bed over her but with his dick still inside, pulling her pucker
upward. This left room for Ronaldo, standing on the floor, to get his wood
into the hole below David's. Once they were inside, they started to fuck her
in harmony. It hurt like all fucking hell but she was glad that they were
enjoying it. This situation was, however, not good for a long fuck, cause it
excited them too much. Within five minutes they were squirting their
Puertorican juice into the battered hole and moaning. Once they were done,
David said: "Time for you to get off, Cindy. Jerk for us!" She didn't need
much encouragement or much time. She pulled her dick out of her panties.
Within ten strokes it was squirting juice. She shuddered for pleasure.
They went back to the living room. Brad stepped forward: "I think that all
the interviews went very well and that we have a new member here in the
fraternity. Cindy, you don't have to serve the dinner. I think you've served
enough today. The food is in the kitchen. Let's all just dig in!"
On the way into the kitchen, Brad put his big, hairy hand on Cindy's butt
and said: "After dinner I want what Calvin got, babe. And you're spending
the night in my bed, got me?" Cindy turned to Brad and put her arms around
his neck, sighed "Yes, Brad" and kissed him. She was looking forward to his
cum in her hole. She hoped that he would spend the whole night fucking her
and holding her in his strong arms.