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.
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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.