Weeks had passed since Walker Wild had rushed and pledged to Beta Beta Pi. Daily he would ask Zander, his roommate and newest Beta Beta Pi bro, a series of questions, “How long are they going to take?”, “Did it take this long for you?”, “Have they made a decision?”, “How will they let me know what’s the next step?” The only question Zander hinted a response to was “Did they tell you anything about my pledge meeting with Lane and Dylan?” which Zander laughed and said “Oh, yeah. We all heard about that!”, "Well, what did they say?” Zander ignored the follow-up question, “Dude, I’m late for class. I’ll text you later”, as he grabbed his backpack and ran out the door. Walker noticed a growing hardon in his roomie’s jeans, “Yep.”, he thought, “he heard about it.”
The ...MoreThe weeks that followed were torture for Walker. Numerous times, he sat on his bed and watched as Zander would strip and change for a house meeting. Zander would pull his tight-fitting Greek letters tee over swole chest and arms and then walk around the room with his swinging dick and his bubble ass exposed looking for his jeans. Walker would bury his nose into his books while Zander was changing but he recently found himself longing to bury his face in Zander’s ass, especially on the nights when Zander returned late, smelling of sex. Given his own experience with the guys from Beta Beta Pi, Walker knew Zander’s hole had to be filled to the brim with frat bro jizz.
When Walker returned from class on Friday afternoon, he found a black box sitting on his bed. He dropped his bag and ripped open the packaging. He pulled out a white ribbed tank and matching briefs, a black mask and postcard reading, “Fellatio. 1214.”
“What the fuck!?”, he thought. “It’s Friday the 13th, so 1214 must mean tomorrow - but ‘Fellatio?’” Zander walked in seconds later. Walker knew he wouldn’t explain anything to him, so he put everything back into the box and placed it on his desk. Once the lights were off, a naked Walker climbed into bed. He was remembering when Zander rushed last year and the two of them spent days contemplating what time to arrive and finally decided upon 9pm.
Walker was a mix of nerves and excitement all Saturday afternoon. Around 6 pm, he jumped into the shower. Given the last two experiences he had within the walls of Beta Beta Pi, he wanted to make sure he was prepared for any possible action the night would present. He looked at his body in the mirror on the back of the door as he dried off. He knew others would call him conceited if he admitted he wished he never had to wear clothes as he admired his naked body. The years in the gym, the endless hours of lifting, swimming, running and dieting. “Well, shit!” as he ran his hands down his abs. “I would fuck me!” he thought.
Normally a commando man, Walker pulled on the briefs and adjusted his balls in the uncomfortable pouch before finding some jeans and his favorite pair of sandals. He looked at the clock, 8:50 pm. He grabbed the tank and mask and ran out the door.
At 9:00 pm sharp, Walker put on the mask and knocked on the frat’s front door. No answer. At 9:05 pm, Walker knocked again. Nothing. At 9:15 pm, Walker knocked for a third time. A voice behind the large door asked, “password, sir?”
“Password?” he thought for a second before remembering the word on the postcard, “Fellatio?”
The door opened, and Walker was greeted by a man wearing a hooded cape. The main floor was completely dark but thanks to the streetlights behind him, he knew it was Lane. He was led downstairs into the basement.
In front of him sat Adam, while Smith, Apolo, Oliver and Canyon watched. Caped bros Dylan and Lane stood on either side of Walker as he kneeled in front of the bearded alumnus.
Adam looked down at him, “do you understand what is expected of you and will you do it, no questions asked?” Walker cleared his throat. “I will.”
“You heard him, boys.”
The sounds of zippers being pulled down filled Walker’s ears. With a throbbing cock in each of his hands; he alternates sucking and worshiping the frat-meat. Walker feels seven pairs of hands exploring his muscular body as they slowly undress him, shoving multiple fingers into his welcoming ass while he is lost in a cocksucking haze.
Adam kneels behind the newest bro hole, slurping and wetting the lightly furry pucker with enough spit to allow his bare rigid slab to slide in with ease. Adam’s thrusts cause Walker to take more of Lane’s cock into his throat as the pair spit-roasts the masked frat slut. The other bros stroke with anticipation and, while anxiously waiting their turns at Walker’s ass, start encouraging Adam to pound his load into the frat-cunt. The guys cheer as Adam slams his cock in one last time and starts impregnating the newest member, officially welcoming him into the brotherhood.
Walker rolls over onto his back and lifts his legs high into the air; an open invitation for the other bros to add their seed to Adam’s.
Apolo’s uncut cock ruts and nuts inside the pig bottom.
Next in line, Lane’s girthy prick pushes in, opening the hole more and allowing the juices to start to flow. Alumnus Adam jumps underneath Walker, taking his cock between his hairy lips. Adam, a mere inch from the skin on skin action of Lane filling Walker’s hole, watches as the cum drips down Walker’s balls and onto his bearded face. When Lane adds his jizz to the mix, Adam has a front row seat as Lane’s balls and taint pulse with each rope being unleashed.
Oliver works the creamy hole before adding another load to the collection while Walker takes Apolo’s uncut cock into his mouth, tasting his ass and remaining cum under his fleshy foreskin.
Dylan positions his frat bro upside down and drops his cock in the slop, quickly adding his spunk to the DNA mix, now flowing further into Walker’s guts.
Walker climbs on top of Smith and bounces his destroyed ass up and down the cock, filling the basement with the smacking wet sounds of a hole trying its best to grasp hold of something but being so thoroughly used, can’t tighten itself on the invading flesh. Instead, it involuntarily hovers around Smith’s dick as it injects him with another load.
Walker, now weak from the complete fuck down he had just endured, stands and presents his cum covered hole to the brotherhood. The house cheers a job well done for adding another member to the frat while they finger out the hole still unable to close around their multiple digits.
“This is a dream cum true! But no dream is ever just a dream, is it?” Walker thought to himself while the frat bros continued to work their loads into a foam inside his pucker. “These are my bros, and they are my stepfamily now.”
Walker smiles and proudly joins in the chant: “Brotherhood. Loyalty. Submission.”
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