The big moment came. Wilbur spent all morning preparing for..
Published: August 23, 2023 at 1:33:50 AM
The big moment came. Wilbur spent all morning preparing for the pledges to arrive. He wanted everything to be perfect. He bossed around the larger, more muscular, half naked frat boys as they set up the equipment to help enslave their future frat brothers. At 7 in the evening, the pledges began to show up at the house. They were each nominated by the frat brothers. Their names were then reviewed and the best were decided by Professor Stone to be the new pledges. Each of the 7 jocks and hot studs eagerly wanted this. The ones that were chosen to replace the brothers that graduated the semester before. The frat graduates went on to play professional sports, take over their family business, and become highly successful. All graduates made an annual 10% of their income to the frat and their master Professor Stone.
Each of the 7 jocks and hit studs eagerly wanted to be alpha Tu betas. Everyone knows Alpha Tu Beta was the best fraternity on campus. They were in awe at the size of the frat house and the large back yard. Alpha house was the only frat house with a swimming pool and even a hot tub. The pledges were cocky as they walked out of the house onto the wide patio. They felt entitled, knowing that only the best were chosen to pledge ATB. They have the biggest muscles, handsomeness features, and the biggest bank accounts.
Wilbur waited inside the house, peeking around the corner of the double French doors, larking while the prime beef studs socialized. A part of Wilbur was envious of those guys. They were sociable, outgoing. They can get anyone and anything they desire. Everything comes easy for them. Everything about them was perfect, their hair, their skin, flawless bodies. Wilbur couldn’t wait to take turns fucking their perfect asses.
One in particular caught Wilbur’s attention. Clayton Gregory Marshall Sinclair the Third. The son of the conservative republican senator. Clayton was the best dress of the college boys and had an air of superiority that radiated from him. The black silk shirt displayed his well developed arms, while his tan fitted pants clinged to his powerful legs. Even his tan Italian shoes were sexy. Clayton’s hair was perfectly styled and wore $200 sunglasses that hide his dark brown eyes. The jewelry around his tan neck, the ring with his family crest, and Apple Watch probably could feed a family of children for a whole year. Although not an athlete in the sense he didn’t play any sports for the university, his body equals any of the jocks’. In addition, Stone chose him for his family money and political contacts. Wilbur smirked thinking what Mr. Christian conservative Senator Sinclair would do when he saw his pride and joy getting fucked like a cheap whore.
Upon entering the patio area around the pool, the pledges were greeted by two shirtless, shredded frat brothers offering trays of edibles. Wilbur smirked as each dumb jock took a sample from the tray. Soon they would be so mellow and unable to resist their training.
Bryce came out of the house, shirtless and barefoot. His jeans hung low on his narrow hips, showing off his chisel 8 pack and the deep cuts of his Apollo’s belt that aimed down into his jeans. Although none of the pledges would admit it, he was their symbol of manliness and male beauty. They all wanted to be him. They look up to him and the other members of ATB as role models. He stood on a makeshift stage in front of a large television screen.
“Gentlemen, welcome to Alpha Tu Beta’s pledge night. You were all invited to pledge for ATB because we feel you are worthy to be members of our elite fraternity. Alpha Tu Beta only accepts the best of the best on campus. Now as if any of you don’t feel that alpha Tu Beta is the right fit for you then this is the time to leave. The initiation process is our most guarded secret. There will not be any backing out.”
There was a brief pause as the pledges looked at each other, seeing who doesn’t have what it takes to be a member. Who wouldn’t want to be an alpha? Wilbur almost felt sorry for them. Bryce was right, after the initiation was complete there was no going back. They will belong to the fraternity completely.
“Ok then,” Bryce continued. “Guys, let's get our new pledges drinks to celebrate their new lives as alpha betas.”
Two more shirtless frat brothers came out of the house with a tray of drinks in red plastic cups, a common sight in fraternity parties across the country. The pledges eagerly took the plastic cups in their hands. It seems to the pledges that not a single frat brother had an ounce of fat on their perfect bodies. They want to be like the alpha Tu betas. The pledges eagerly took the drinks.
“To the new class of pledges to Alpha Tu Beta,” Bryce lifted his cup and toasted them.
However, Bryce’s drink wasn’t the same as the pledges’. The pledges’ drinks were laced with a powerful mind control drug. Along with the edibles, the drugs relaxed their minds and make them pellible to their training. The huge television scream was turned on and music began to be blurred out from the speakers. The loud throbbing of the music went through each pledges’ bodies, while the giant screen began to flash. The bright color flashes causing the pledges’ eyes to grew blank and unfocused as they swayed to the music.
OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE
PLEASURE IS OBEDIENCE
IT FEEL GOOD TO SUBMIT TO OTHER MEN
YOUR BODY IS FOR OTHER MEN PLEASURE
IT FEEL GOOD TO BE A MINDLESS SLAVE
NO THINKING NO CONCERN JUST BLISSFUL PLEASURE
Over and over the words flashed on the screen and subliminal messages embedded in the music bombard their minds. Wilbur stepped out of the house and began to mangle among the mindless jocks. He had put in earplugs into his ears to block the effects of the subliminal messages. Drool began to run from the jocks mouths as they began to strip naked. They gripped their raging cocks as they listened to Stone’s voices. However, as they were instructed through the subliminal messages they quickly find out they couldn’t come. Wilbur smirked. He knew soon they could only cum when they have a cock up their perfect asses, or when they are ordered to by another man.
Wilbur found Clayton swaying with drool running down his chisel jawline. Clayton was in the midst of unbuttoning his shirt, running his hands over his tan hairy chest, when Wilbur stood behind the 6’2 muscle god. The conservative republican’s cock was clearly visible through the tan tight pants.
“Ugh,” Clayton groaned as Wilbur reached around him and gripped the tube shaped bugle through the tight pants.
“Just relax, clay. It feel so good to relax and obey,” Wilbur stood on his toes to whisper into Clayton’s ear.
“Fffuck, yes, feel so good to obey,” Clayton moaned.
Wilbur eased the pant’s zipper down and began to peel the pants down Clayton’s muscular hips. Clayton meanwhile pulled the shirt off his huge shoulders. The stud’s pure white briefs were being stretched to its limits. Wilbur gripped the rock hard cock in one hand as he moved the other hand up the cobblestone abs, while kissing Clayton’s muscle layered back.
“You want to be my bitch boy,” Wilbur asked between kissing the flawless back.
“Fffuck, yes. Fuck me,” Mr. Straightlace moaned in ecstasy.
Wilbur then pulled his hands away to undo his pants. Clayton turned and mumbled upon seeing Wilbur’s 11 inch cock.
“I need to serve, I need to obey,” Clayton then knelt before the skinny nerd.
Wilbur smiled as Clayton leaned forward and wrapped his sexy lips around the massive cock. The straight boy instantly began to gag on his first cock. Wilbur just smirked and gripped the stud’s perfect stylish hair, fucking the handsome face. All around them pledges and frat boys were jerking off their useless cocks as images of hot jocks getting fucked and used by older men filled the television scream.
Wilbur then took Clayton’s cellphone and began to take pictures of the hot muscle stud. The photos would be humiliating to Clayton and his conservative senator father, with a cock in his handsome mouth and loving every minute of it. Wilbur pulled the cock hungry Clayton off his cock and pushed the mind fucked stud on to a near by chaise chair. Clayton looked so sexy and dumb staring up at the skinny nude. He looked so hungry as he lifted his legs into the air and peel off his briefs.
“Please fuck me,” Clayton begged as he pulled his thick hairy legs up to his chest, exposing his virgin hole.
Wilbur then aimed his cock at the virgin hole. He pushed as hard as he could into Clayton’s manpussy. Clayton cried out in pleasure as he was fucked for the first time. Wilbur pulled out and thrusted back in, plowing the muscle god. Clayton was moaning and pushing back toward the huge cock as if he was a slut in heat. Wilbur looked up and smirked as he saw Dr. Stone stepping out of the frat house onto the terrace. Stone was instantly joined by two naked pledges, members of the college wrestling team, who knelt and worshiped their new master.