Frat pt. 1

Come on, like any of these plots are original...

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FIRST SEMESTER, FRESHMAN YEAR

	I waited expectantly while they went through the list of 
names.  My name starts with a T so I'm always near the end of 
alphabetical lists, and I always get nervous when I don't know if 
they'll call it or not.  I saw other guys get theirs called and the 
looks on their faces when they heard.

	"Thomasson, Erik," called the announcer.  My heart leapt; I'd 
been accepted!  I was now a pledge of Phi Upsilon Kappa, the 
exclusively gay frat on campus.  Having your name at the end of a 
list means that at least once you know, you don't have to wait long 
before they finish calling names, and before I knew it, those of us 
accepted were being told to go into the house.

	I walked up, looking about at the other guys who made it too, 
and at my future brothers.  Most all of them were pretty cute, but 
that was more or less expected of a frat.  I was happy I made it in, 
though, as I had heard that if you pledged this one then other frats 
never really accepted you.

	We got inside and had a pretty good party - good music, lots 
of alcohol, a few guys got naked.  The pledges were all supposed to 
sleep in the basement that night as tomorrow our initiation stuff 
would begin.  We each got three condoms as well, so it was pretty 
clear what they expected of us.  Nor did we disappoint.  I managed to 
use two of mine myself before I fell asleep in the arms of another 
pledge.



	The next morning we awoke to the beating of a steel drum and 
the lights coming on.  The brothers were shouting for us to get up 
and grabbing us pledges to pull us to our feet.  Those still wearing 
any random bits of clothing were told to remove them, and we were 
lined up in the basement for the 'inspection' of the brothers.

	I, as did many of us, had a nasty case of morning wood, and 
was a little embarassed to be seen so in front of so many people.  It 
didn't help that we were made to stand at attention with out hips 
thrust out, further showing my, umm, excitement.  Next they 
handcuffed us all together, a big chain of naked flesh, and the guys 
on the end were cuffed to posts on either end of the room.  "On your 
knees!" shouted the frat president, and it became clear what for.

	We were paired off with full brothers, who dropped their 
pants and stood in front of us.  The guy in front of me was clean 
shaven all over, and glancing about I noticed the other brothers had 
shaven groins as well.  The frat prez announced, "Ready!"  The line 
of brothers stepped up.  "Set!"  He opened my mouth for me and put 
himself in.  "Go!"

	I sucked like I had never sucked before.  It was a little 
harder with no hands to help guide anything, but this guy's cock was 
about average size, so it was easy to keep it where it needed to be.  
I went all over his cock, taking it almost to the base, letting it go 
and sucking on his balls (which he seemed to like), and after about 
twenty minutes of constant attention my now dry mouth was rewarded 
with some extra creamy moisture.  I finished him and he stepped off.  
The next one gave me a few gulps of water and stepped up himself.  
After that one, and another, my mouth was so parched I didn't think I 
could do anymore, not to mention my knees and thighs were sore as 
hell from being on my knees so long.  When I finished my third there 
weren't any others who wanted blows, it seemed - there was a group 
with the frat prez that still had pants on but I just figured they 
had gotten theirs when I wasn't looking.

	When it got down to only two or three remaining the brothers 
started cheering them on, but we weren't allowed to speak. Finally 
they finished, and we were allowed up and unhandcuffed.  "Okay, 
plebes!" announced the prez.  "Here are the rules!  One: you may 
notice all the brothers have shaved themselves; you are to do the 
same!"  That was interesting.  "Two: You obey the brothers in all 
things." I wondered how kinky this would get. "Three: Every Monday 
and Thursday you go to class in a suit, tie and all."  That was 
pretty standard, but would suck - it was sill pretty hot.  "This is 
for the duration of the semester.  Four: You are not to discuss what 
goes on in this basement with anyone.  Five: At the end of November 
you will elect one of your member as the most fuckable.  You may wish 
to 'gather information' in this regard.  Condoms are in the 
bathrooms.  Six: Any brother may check that you are obeying the rules 
at any time.  If you are found not to be obeying them, your 
invitation to join may be retracted."  We also were allowed to back 
out willingly if we ever wanted to.  I didn't plan to, of course, and 
I wondered why we had to elect somebody as 'most fuckable.'  Maybe 
just an excuse to sleep around, I wondered?

	Next he did stuff that he said he was required to do: tell us 
about the Universities' rules and regulations regarding fraternities, 
stuff that said they couldn't haze us (although I wondered about what 
shaving constituted), hurt us, force us to drink or for that matter 
provide alcohol (but of course we all knew how that one went) and 
that if the frat violated any of the above rules we were supposed to 
report them to the Dean of Students.  It was pretty clear that 
nobody, including us pledges, took this seriously.



	Well, the semester passed by.  I went to class, made friends, 
learned my way around town - all the things that go on when you go 
off to school.  I had no problem finding friends either in or out of 
the fraternity, and no problem finding sex either - if a brother 
didn't want it a pledge surely did.  One of the unspoken rules was 
that no pledge was allowed to anally penetrate a brother, and some of 
the brothers wouldn't do anything at all with a pledge - stuffy, I 
guess.  I kept myself shaven well and only once got a demerit for not 
doing it - I just kept putting off buying more razors.  The brothers 
threw good parties and all, and I had a generally good time.

	The end of the semester came up, and we were all to be 
inducted as full blown brothers.  Also coming up were the elections 
for 'most fuckable.'   All semester I had wondered what the winner 
got, but nobody would tell.  The last day of finals we were to find 
out.

	We were all summoned down to the bottom room again and made 
to strip nude.  They had warned us to be sure we were smooth for this 
one, and it was imperative that nobody show up late.  The brothers 
all arrived and with them was an man older than us, maybe in his late 
20's/early 30's, who was introduced as an alumnus.  We thought 
nothing of it.

	Well, everybody voted on this one, including the brothers, 
and we were to list the top five most fuckable in the new class.  The 
votes were tallied, which took about forty minutes, and the winners 
announced - Rick, Vance, Welt, Kevin, and Big Andy, in that order.  
Rick was a tall guy, a basketball player, with a shock of bright red 
hair and a very sweet ass.  Vance was shorter, a little stocky, but 
good to have around.  Welt was a little kinky but a good fuck; he got 
his nickname because he liked people to snap rubber bands on him.  
Kevin was a black guy, a little fem but with a good sense of humor.  
Big Andy was so named because the other Andy was skinny, whereas Big 
Andy was huge.  He worked out all the time and was already pretty 
tall - he had been my top vote, both because he was good in bed and 
because I liked him; he was a huge flamer, which was just funny.

	They were taken into another room with the alumnus and the 
rest of us were made to sit on the floor in a circle.  The frat prez 
came out to address the masses.  "Well, girls, now you get to find 
out what the deal is.  As you've all been studying the history of our 
fair brotherhood you know that we were founded pretty recently.  
Well, as it turns out, as a frat we are recent, but as an 
organization we aren't, and are actually pretty ancient.  Thiscoming 
semester you may learn more about that.  For now, there's only one 
thing you need to know about, and that is one particular tradition.

	"The culture our frat grew from does not allow for a male to 
be penetrated in the ass.  What it does allow is for a male who wants 
to be to not have to be a strict male anymore."  He motioned to some 
of the brothers, ones that I noticed had always been pretty 
standoffish sexually.  They unbuckled their pants and let them drop.  
We pledges drew in a collective gasp of air as we saw that these guys 
were missing rather important pieces: their balls were totally gone, 
and all they had for a cock was a little stub - more like a lump, 
really.  Skin had grown over them and there was a little hole in the 
middle.  I was intrigued, and a little frightened.  Were they going 
to do that to us?  I liked my cock and didn't want to lose it or my 
testicles.

	"The five guys you elected are now being told that they can 
either be pruned, so to speak, or they can leave the frat.  You guys 
can leave as well, now, if you want to.  Stand up if so."  We all 
looked around, but nobody stood up.  The prez smiled.  "Good.  Nobody 
ever really does anyway.  As it happens, every year you are here 
after the first we vote for two more to join the bottoms, and next 
semester you'll get to vote in that as well.

	"But for now, enjoy the party.  When you cum in the ass of 
one of the bottoms, consider your initiation over!"  There was an 
immediate rush toward the available bottoms, and I was on the wrong 
side of the room.  It was okay with me, though, I could wait.  I was 
still a little in shock from all I just learned.  Instead, I hung out 
near the punch bowl and talked with a few of the other pledges.  We 
all agreed that this was a bizarre custom and were kind of happy we 
hadn't gotten elected.  I wondered aloud whether or not all five of 
the guys would let them do that to them.

	I shortly got my answer when the emerged from the side room 
with the alumnus.  A glance at their groins showed that they had 
evidently accepted - while their cocks were still there, nothing hung 
behind them.  Big Andy headed for us, a little giddy still.  "So they 
did it?" we asked him.

	He held up his cock and we could all see the neat row of 
stitches underneath the tight adhesive bandage.  "They'll take my 
dick off after Christmas, they said.  It's cool, though - they're 
gonna give me mad hormones, so I don't lose my body or go all weird 
on people."  He seemed in a jovial mood.  

	"So, Andy," I asked, my erection now protruding.  "Can I be 
the first?"

	Andy smiled and led me over to the corner.


SECOND SEMESTER

	After Christmas we all settled in.  The five guys' cocks had 
healed up okay over Christmas, but they said they'd all been getting 
hot flashes, and all except Andy didn't have much of a sex drive 
anymore.  The first day we could move into the dorm they all went in 
for surgery - I kinda wanted to watch but the doc alumnus wouldn't 
hear of it; there was apparently some minimal danger in it and he 
didn't want people in the way if there was a problem.  There was 
still a week left before classes started, and the doc said they 
should be able to walk by then but painfully.  What they ended up 
with was painkillers and braces for their various 'sprained ankles' 
or knees or somesuch until their crotches healed up.  That happened 
after the first week of classes or so, at which point they started 
getting hormones.

	Almost immediately the guys wanted to be fucked, which was a 
sudden change from their apparent apathy of a few days before.  It 
was enjoyable, kinda neat - they always had to pay attention to you, 
rarely the other way around, as there was little on them to deal 
with.  Big Andy really liked people to play with his tits, so when we 
were taking it easy I would.  He said his stub was a bit sensitive as 
well, but being fucked felt way better than playing with it.

	Doing the other brothers was, of course, pleasureable as 
well.  The eunuch brothers were experts at bottoming during sex, and 
gave the newly cut pointers.  The other brothers were generally good 
at sucking cock, and I discovered that the 'no anal' with 
noncastrated men was not a strictly enforced rule.  Even if it became 
a problem, I was good looking enough to find guys not in the frat to 
fuck if need be.



	One time I was doing Welt, and was really tired - I had 
worked out and gone jogging that day, but was really horny.  I admit 
I was not doing my best, and Welt joked, "Better pick up the pace or 
it's your cock coming off next."  At the time I didn't really think 
anything of it, but the next day I was taking a shower and he walked 
in.  What he had said came to mind.

	"You sore?" he asked me.  I nodded my head.  "Want a 
backrub?"  I nodded again, and stood there under the water while he 
massaged my back muscles.  After that he had me lay on the floor and 
he did a full body deal, which felt great.  I immediately got horny 
again, and wondered what I would look like without a cock.  The 
thought made me even more horny, and Welt started sucking me off with 
his mouth while still massaging my pecs.  I thought of him biting 
down, or my balls being cut away, and spewed right there into his 
mouth.



	After that it was hard to keep the thought of being castrated 
myself out of my mind.  I would look at the cut brothers with an envy 
of sorts, look at them longingly in the shower, and when I fucked 
them I'd try to keep my hands in their voided groins as much as I 
could.  I knew the only way I could really get cut myself was to get 
voted that way, though, and I knew that campaigning in a verbal sense 
for it was frowned upon.

	So, I whored myself out bigtime.  Every time somebody was 
looking to fuck I'd volunteer if I knew about it, offering my ass up 
in the hope that they'd remember me come the time to vote at the end 
of the year.  At parties I'd get fucked numerous times, even if I was 
studying I'd let people do it to me.  Never did I mention to anybody 
what I wanted, though.

	The time finally came.  The pledge vote we'd had when 
inducted was a special case; the normal vote was only for two people 
and only came at the end of the year.  That meant that I had eight 
chances until I graduated to get cut.  I cast both my votes for 
myself - my dad always said, if you don't think you're worth voting 
for, why should anybody else, right?

	So I waited expectantly at the edge of my seat as the results 
were tallied, and called out.  The first name wasn't mine, but I 
remained optimistic, and when they called out the name of one of the 
frat officers as the second I was heartbroken.

	I didn't have much time to be depressed, though.  The votes 
came on the Thursday of finals week, and the next day I had to be 
packed up and gone.  That night was the big sendoff for the seniors, 
including our new president, who we had also voted for, and there was 
no way in hell I could get much thought in with a party...




FIRST SUMMER

	For the first few weeks I'd jack off like mad wishing my cock 
was gone, my balls gone, all or any of it removed.  It was torture to 
lie in my bed at night (or day, hell, it was summer) sweating from 
the heat and my balls, loose in their sac, sticking to the side of my 
leg.

	I went to the pool a few times and would look at the guys in 
speedos, thinking how I'd look in them without genitals.  Pretty 
funny, I'd guess, but I wouldn't mind.  I'd see movies and wonder 
about it, dream about it.

	Still, as the summer went on the desire slowly faded, and I 
decided it was just a temporary obsession - probably good then that I 
hadn't been cut as I would have regretted it.  So, I worked at my 
summer construction job, partied some nights, and awaited the 
beginning of school again.