The Frat Control Experiment Parts I-III
by: webb025@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this.
I.
Sigma Lambda Alpha had a reputation as one of the most prestigious and selective fraternities on campus. It was somewhat unusual in that it didn't specialize in just jocks, or rich prep types, but rather admitted the best of both. Sig Lams did better academically than members of any other frat at the school. For many years, its roster produced the most distinguished alumni, assuring a generous endowment for future years.
From the outside, Sig Lam appeared to carry out the activities of a normal frat. This year, it had begun to select pledge candidates, had the occasional party, and its members behaved quite normally when not at the house. But unknown to the outside world, Sig Lam had recently fallen victim to a mysterious force that was using the frat to perform mind experiments with growing skill, as well as to satisfy some quite perverse sexual desires. Most of the brothers were totally unaware of this, although some knew there was something odd about their own personal situations that they couldn't explain. In any event, they seemed unable to say anything about it to each other or to anyone else.
A tour of the house would reveal the odd results of these experiments. In Room 12, for example, lived Bill McPherson, ranked near the top of his class, and junior class president. Everything about him seemed to define a solid normalcy. His father had also been a Sig Lam, and remained active in the frat's financial affairs. But there was one unusual thing about Bill: every day, after getting back from his last class or student government meeting, Bill was compelled to spend one hour, motionless, as a fixture or piece of furniture somewhere in the frat. Most days, he would kneel sideways next to the third urinal on the first floor, and as the brothers came in, they would casually use him as they would any other urinal. When his hour was up, he would clean up and return to his room. On another occasion, he had to act as a decorative statue, posing motionless, flexing in a Speedo on a platform in the television lounge. Once he had been forced to act as a coatrack during a party for the members, and once he lay naked on a landing on the stairs, and was stepped on by each brother on his way up or down.
No one in Sig Lam ever seemed to notice what Bill was doing. To them, while he was fulfilling his compulsion, he was just a natural part of the environment.
In Room 14 lived Thomas and Dominic Parks. These identical twins were on the swim team, and had the classic swimmer's build, lean and muscled. Both were blond, 5'10", and smooth all over their chests and legs. Since they were on the same team, and shared many classes, they were often seen together, and it was difficult to tell them apart. But once they arrived in their room, things changed. The minute Tom arrived, he had to remove all his clothes; he was prohibited from wearing anything in the room. When Dom arrived, Tom crawled over to him and licked his shoes. Then Tom would have to undress Dom and put his clothes away. If Dom had had a bad day, he might punch or kick Tom or push Tom around, which Tom secretly enjoyed. Tom also had to satisfy Dom sexually in any way Dom desired. And as Dom's desires grew more and more extreme, Tom's hunger to be humiliated only grew.
At night, Dom would sleep on the bed, while Tom would sleep on the floor at Dom's feet. Sometimes Tom would lie awake for hours, staring up at the edge of the bed and wishing he could sniff or lick Dom's feet, but he was afraid if he were caught he would be severely punished. Tom worshipped his brother. While Tom felt he was horribly flawed, he knew that Dom was perfect. Tom knew he deserved to be punished and humiliated by Dom at all times when they were in their room. Tom wished he could be like his perfect brother, but knew he never could be. He vaguely remembered that they had once been friends and equals back in high school, but that had all changed after they had joined Sig Lam. For his part, Dom enjoyed having his pussy brother at his beck and call, as his punching bag and foot slave. He wondered why he never realized how much more of a man he was than Tom while they were in high school.
In room 16 lived Charlie and Dan. Charlie was on the wrestling team; he was in the 180 weight class, and was built accordingly, with a large chest and big pecs. Every day after classes, Charlie had to make sure he got home before his roommate Dan. He would run into the bathroom, apply makeup and lipstick, then go into the bedroom and put on panties. He got no sexual satisfaction from this, but he was fully convinced that his life in the fraternity depended on his fooling Dan into thinking he was really Shirley, Dan's girlfriend. Every day when Dan got back to the room, he was thrilled and excited to find Shirley, mostly undressed, waiting to pleasure him. To anyone else who looked into the room, there would have been the weird sight of a built dark-haired wrestler with stubble on his chin, wearing women's underwear and makeup, and being treated like a submissive girl by a thin, boyish preppy. But to Dan, all he saw was Shirley. Dan loved Shirley, and he found all of her exciting. He was a "tits" man, and loved to fondle and suck on Shirley's well-formed ones as foreplay. While for some reason Shirley would not let him fuck her in the regular sense, she seemed willing to have him fuck her up the ass.
Dan occasionally wondered why Shirley wouldn't go out in public with him, but he became more convinced that she would move in with him when he graduated next June. And for some reason, as the weeks went by, Charlie was coming more and more to the same conclusion; he HAD to move in permanently with Dan so that Dan would never know his deception.
Room 19 had Steve and James, both prep types from New Jersey. Steve was handsome but not model-quality stunning, dark haired, slim, about 5'11", from a middle class family; James was also fairly good-looking, auburn hair, somewhat better built, and about 6'2", from a wealthy family in the New York suburbs. They were both straight, good students, and popular around campus. There was no sexual attraction between them. The odd thing was that, since they became roommates at Sig Lam, James found himself forced to obey everything Steve told him to do, without question. As time went by James' duties increased, to the point where he was doing the laundry, the cooking, the driving, arranging the studying, going on errands, and even setting up dates for Steve. Steve didn't know why it was happening, but with no complaint from James, Steve was soon using every minute of James' free time for his own benefit. James was also using his money to buy things that Steve wanted, even borrowing from his father to pay Steve's tuition. Since his father, while rich, had strict ideas about money, James knew he would have to use all the money from his summer internship to repay the loan.
Neither Steve nor James seemed to think there was anything unusual about this. As Steve's requirements increased, James simply buckled down and worked harder. On those rare occasions when the thought popped into his head that this was somehow wrong, he was unable to communicate this with anyone else, and the thought eventually faded.
Like Room 19, Room 22 also had two good-looking but unexceptional roommates. They went through each day, and even each evening in the room, perfectly normally. They had only one quirk: once they began rooming together at Sig Lam, each soon discovered he could not get to sleep without the aroma of his roommate's feet near his nose. They slept head to toe in a single narrow bed for this reason. When either one of them left campus, he had to take a bag of his roommate's very ripe socks with him to be able to sleep anywhere.
On the top floor of the house, in Room 30, lived Lance, the president of the fraternity. Lance was one of only two brothers in the house who knew something was going on, and it was hardly a coincidence that he had been elected president that year. The other brother in the know was John, the frat's pledge master, who lived next door in room 31. His job was to find the next generation of members that would serve the frat's purposes, as they had come to be redefined. John's first find was Kevin, a freshman soccer stud from Minnesota, 6' tall with Scandinavian innocent good looks and quite muscular legs. His constant workouts had also given him an impressive six-pack for the 17-year-old he was (having been admitted early). John had decided to grant Kevin "probational early admission" to the fraternity as well. Kevin wasn't sure at first, but after his first frat meeting he knew he would do ANYTHING to become a Sig Lam.
Lance had moved Kevin into his room, and informed him that he was to become Lance's personal helper for the next two months. If he successfully accomplished that, he would become a member of the frat. Kevin started out helping Lance with administrative work at the frat, but from week to week, the jobs became more personal. It soon became clear to Kevin that Lance was gay, and very attracted to him. Normally that might have bothered Kevin, but under the circumstances (and after a frat meeting or two), he was glad it gave him a chance to enter a fraternity that would otherwise not have considered him.
The services Lance demanded became increasingly sexual. Lance liked having the innocent Kevin suck his cock, lick his pits, jerk off on his shoes (and lick up the result). BUt what really got Lance off was that, as time went by, Kevin could anticipate Lance's every wish. Just a look from Lance, and Kevin would instantly figure out what Lance wanted him to do, and do it, without a word spoken. For example. with the right glance, Kevin would immediately drop to his hands and knees and present his ass for fucking. Meanwhile, Kevin got his satisfaction, and a sexual rush, not from the sexual actions themselves, but from pleasing Lance and obeying his desires. A smile or satisfied moan from Lance could almost cause Kevin to cum in his pants (but not quite, without Lance's permission).
II.
One morning, in the freshman dorm, Bobby Burston was alone in his quad room's bathroom finishing his shower. Bobby, 6'6" with chestnut hair, a grin that made him look 15, and a well-worked-out bod, had been a second-team All-American as a tight end and kicker on his Texas high school football team, and had been heavily recruited by the school. He was looking forward to four years of football, (illegal) beer drinking, and womanizing. As he dried himself off, he admired the effect his new workout regimen was giving his smooth upper body. He wished he looked older, though; he sometimes thought his "Opie"-like looks made it hard for his teammates to take him seriously. He had tried, but failed, to grow any kind of facial hair.
As he dried off his long arms and big, sure hands -- so useful on the field for making tackles and catching footballs -- he thought he saw someone in the door, but when he looked, no one was there. As he toweled off his firm buns, he once again caught a glimpse at the door. This time, Bobby ran out into the bedroom and grabbed the guy he found there. The boy was young, clearly in early high school, maybe about 15, about 5'7", longish blond hair, skinny, and with a face that made him look even younger. The boy had been carrying a notepad, which he dropped when Bobby grabbed him. Effortlessly, Bobby held the frightened boy suspended over the floor.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Bobby growled. "Starin' at me in the shower? You some kind of faggot or something?"
"I... I... I'm sorry, sir... I was just.. lost.. please don't hurt me, please..." begged the boy, squirming in Bobby's grip.
"You're disgusting. I don't understand that faggot shit, nohow. I never felt nothing for no guy. Never knew no one that did, neither. Your kind makes me sick. Now get outta here, you don't belong in here. If I ever see you in here again, I'm gonna kick your ass all over this place."
Bobby let go, dropping the boy to the ground.
The boy sprang to his feet, grabbed his notepad from the floor, and ran to the stairs and out of the dorm. On the dorm's front steps, he paused a moment, jotted something on the notepad, and then walked out to the sidewalk. Immediately, a car that had been waiting down the street pulled up in front of him. The boy got in the passenger side, and the car took off.
III.
The weekly Sig Lam meeting was that evening. No brother ever missed a meeting, not for any reason. The meeting chamber was in the basement, and two beefy brothers (football linemen) were posted at the door to the basement stairs, to prevent any non-brothers from getting in. As each member entered the meeting chamber in the basement, he was handed a large cup of Kool-Aid, which he drank when he sat down. Once all the brothers were accounted for, Lance, the fraternity president, walked up to the raised platform at the front of the room. Waiting until he saw by their swaying heads that the laced Kool-Aid had taken effect, he began the ritual. He removed the blanket covering a large copy of the fraternity symbol, with a moving spiral behind it. "Gaze upon the greatness of Sigma Lambda Alpha", he intoned over and over, Each brother lifted his head and gazed at the symbol. Aided by the drug in the Kool-Aid, and the induction by Lance, all were soon completely suggestible and in the power of the speaker.
As the brothers were drifting off downstairs, a car pulled up in front of the fraternity. Two people stepped out and walked in: the driver, Wayne, who was a Sig Lam brother, looking a bit dazed but happy, and a slight blond boy of about 15, striding confidently, almost cocky. As the boy made his way to the basement stairs, the two beefy brothers guarding the stair entrance stood at attention and stared straight ahead, a glint of fear in their eyes, but also growing bulges appearing in their pants.
The boy got to the basement, moved past the seated hypnotized brothers and stepped onto the podium. The spiralled symbol had done its work, so Lance turned it off, re-covered it and stepped to the side, making way for the boy to assume the center of the platform.
"I am the Grand Master of Sigma Lambda Alpha", the boy repeated three times. This information seemed to flip a switch in the zonked brothers. In their drugged state, they became even more relaxed and attentive. "Repeat after me: 'I hear and obey. I hear and obey. I hear and obey.'..." The Grand Master led the group further and further down an imaginary stair, leaving their minds completely open to any belief and suggestion. He then proceeded to begin programming them with the information they needed for the next week.
"First order of business. In two weeks I'm turning 16 and getting my driver's license. I've had my eye on a silver Porsche you'll find at the dealer on Route 12. It would be suspicious if I owned it personally, but I know you have enough in the Sig Lam funds to buy it as a frat car. Only I am allowed to drive it, unless I call and instruct one of you to pick me up in it. It'll be your job to keep it shining and in good condition. I'll expect some of you to spend your weekends waxing it, keeping it in great running condition, and even cleaning the hub caps with a toothbrush. Keeping my Porsche beautiful is a point of pride for all Sig Lam brothers.
"As your weekly reward for attending, you'll be able to cum tonight. You'll realize that your ability to cum is a gift from me, even though most of you don't even consciously know who I am. For the rest of the week, you will not be able to cum without explicit permission from me or Lance.
"As always, you will use all your time for workouts and studying. I'll need fit, smart slaves to be able to help me live my life the way I deserve to, as your Grand Master. And those of you on scholarships need to excel at your sports and academics to keep them. Now, it's time for me to see how you're coming along and make adjustments. Stand as I call your name.
"First, Tom and Dom." Both hypnotized twins stood up. "I think it's time we moved your relationship to a new, more extreme level..."
Once he had reinforced his hypnotic power over each member of the fraternity at the meeting, and modified the behavior of some of them, he ordered them to sleep. At his command, the heads of all the seated brothers nodded. The Grand Master, president Lance, and John the Sig Lam pledge master carrying the Kool-Aid bucket, walked off the podium and up the basement stairs. At the top, they were joined by the two guard brothers, and all five went up to Lance's room. As they entered, Kenny the pledge candidate stood at attention, naked except for his dog collar and with his dick hard, as he had been ordered. The Grand Master glanced in his direction, thinking what a fine addition Kenny would be to the frat, and designing in his mind a few very satisfying experiments he could set up with him.
The Grand Master pulled a piece of notepaper from his pocket, and passed it to Lance and John. "Here are a few guys I think we should pledge. Heard of any of them?" Both Lance and John noticed the name of Bobby Burston. John said, "I'd like him, Grand Master, but don't you think he's going to pledge Tau Epsilon, the dumb jock frat?" "I think we can convince him to come here, and I have some SPECIAL plans for him," replied the Grand Master. He described his ordeal at the freshman dorm. "Once we get him, he'll start dreaming about me, sneaking around to get my dirty underwear to jerk off with, keeping pictures of me in his room. He'll get totally obsessed, man! And he'll be forbidden to talk to me or even let me see him, until I make his humiliation complete. Ha! I'm gettin' hard just picturing him lying there, horny as hell, imagining himself crawling, beggin' to serve me!" An evil grin came over the Grand Master's face.
"By the way, do you need any more of the stuff from my dad's lab for next week's meeting?"
"I don't think so, we've got enough," replied Lance. "Unless you want to try that experiment with the basketball team that we discussed."
"Nah, I haven't even finished with most of the guys here in the house yet. We'll set that one up when their season begins. I'll be able to do a lot more next year, when my big brother starts school here and joins Sig Lam."
"You keep him drugged too?" asked John.
"Don't have to. I've had him under my control for the last year and a half. He knows if he doesn't obey me completely, he'll beat himself up. Last time, he gave himself a black eye and nearly broke his nose. It's so built in now he obeys without even thinking about it. And under my enforced workout suggestions, he's getting really buff, too. You'll like him alot."
After some discussion of the other pledge candidates, it was time for the entertainment. The guards, Big Doug and Bruno, were ordered to strip down to the jockstraps they had been required to wear, and forced to wrestle. The match was in earnest, because the one that lost, while remaining totally straight, would be completely at the mercy of the now-gay winner for the following week. Both guards were hugely muscled, weighing nearly 300 pounds and solid as a rock. Big Doug was a few inches taller than Bruno, but Bruno was actually the heavier of the two and won these weekly events more often, but the two were fairly matched. Watching the crunch of muscle on muscle, Lance and John both involuntarily moved their hands to their crotches and stroked slowly, while Kevin watched Lance in case he was needed to fulfill any of Lance's desires.
At first, Bruno seemed to be getting the better of it. He took down Big Doug and was pressing his advantage on the floor. His leg muscles flexing, Bruno tried to crush Doug's head between his thighs, Doug's face buried in his crotch. But Doug was eventually able to use his height to leverage his way over Bruno, reversed the situation, and eventually made Bruno submit. Immediately on winning, Doug smiled, looked fondly down at Bruno, placed one big foot on Bruno's chest, got hard in his jockstrap, and began plans on how to use Bruno the following week.
Now it was time for Lance, John, Kenny, and the guards to have their Kool-Aid and receive their hypnotic reinforcement and programming for the following week. When they awoke, the Grand Master was gone, and only Lance and John had any memory of him having been there, and of what happened. Doug got dressed and led the near-naked Bruno to his room on a leash, carrying his clothes, to begin his week of servitude. Bruno shuddered at the thought, but knew there was absolutely nothing he could do about it or say to anyone. John went downstairs to awaken the rest of the brothers. When he got down there, he noticed that a few of the brothers were already gone. This made him only mildly curious, since it had happened before. The remaining brothers slowly woke and returned to their rooms, convinced they had just experienced an ordinary, boring meeting. Back in Lance's room, at a look from Lance, Kenny dropped to his knees, removed Lance's shoes, and lay back under Lance's desk to be used as a footrest.
In Room 27, unknown to its inhabitants, a new experiment was starting. There were now two roommates: Cliff, the 6'11" center of the basketball team, and Cody, a tightly-muscled 5'6" gymnast. Cliff had always been attracted to muscled short guys -- at least he thought he had, he couldn't quite remember -- and found buzz-cut blond Cody particularly hot. He thought of himself as overgrown, awkward and unattractive, and of Cody as his physical ideal. He wished he were small and tight like Cody. When Cody was out of the room, Cliff would sniff Cody's bed, his dirty clothes, and his sneakers that looked so small next to Cliff's ungainly big feet. Each day his attraction to Cody would grow. But Cliff was compelled never to tell Cody any of this, since Cody was straight and Cliff didn't want to risk having Cody move out of the room.
Meanwhile, Cody had always had a thing for tall guys (or so he thought). He could barely prevent himself from getting hard every time he looked up past Cliff's well-developed chest, pecs and biceps, and into his blue eyes under that curly red hair. When Cliff wasn't in the room, Cody would put his size 8 feet into Cliff's size 16 shoes and jerk off. Although Cody had the buffed, muscular body of a gymnast, he thought of himself as pitifully short, and wished he were taller. Every day, Cody got hornier and more attracted to Cliff. But he was compelled never to tell Cliff about it, since Cliff was straight and Cody didn't want to gross him out and cause him to move out.
As his preppy slave Wayne drove him home in Wayne's Bimmer, the Grand Master smiled. It would be interesting to see how the new Cliff/Cody experiment progressed over time as the sexual frustration level went up day after day...