Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 23:17:19 -0500 From: X X Subject: The Brotherhood #2 {X} { MM College } [2!?] The following story contains sexually explicit acts between men. If such things bothers you, annoys you, disturbs you, frightens you, then why the hell are you here? Do yourself a favor and leave before you read something you like and discover that you're actually gay; you might not be able to deal with the revelation. And if you are not 18 you better leave now before mommy or daddy walk in and catch you doing something they won't approve of, and I'm not talking about reading this story. But for those of you who want to read a pretty interesting story, grab a drink, pull up a chair, and prepare yourself to be pulled into my world. So here we are again after 6 longs months of waiting. SORRY! I wish it didn't take this long but it honestly couldn't be help. A lot of time gets taken up by something else I'm working on so I don't get a chance to work on TBH as much as I would like. But like I promised you guys before, I will see this story all the way to the end, you just have to be patient with me and give me the time I need. I hope you enjoy chapter 2! (Btw, some people seem to think that I didn't break up the first chapter into paragraphs because it came across as one long one. It was broken up, but when it changed the format over and mailed it off to Nifty it came across all screwy. So if the same thing happens with 2, don't look at me, lol) Drop me a line: thewriter_x@hotmail.com The Brotherhood Chapter II By: X I seriously have no idea how I was able to fall asleep that night given the circumstances, but somehow I managed to doze off into the world of dreams, where the awkwardness of my situation gave in to my fantasies of becoming a full Brother. It was all I wanted, all I dreamt about 'cause at the time nothing else mattered. The fantasy was short lived, of course, for I was pulled into the waking world with a sudden rush of pain to my right wrist. Arsen rolled off the bed, and being that we were cuffed at the wrist, he almost took me down with him. I steadied myself on the edge of my bed and grabbed the headboard before I fell over the side. This was all done instinctively, you realize, for I still had my eyes closed and was half asleep. I didn't even know what the hell was going on until I heard Arsen's voice. "What the." He was so out of it those were the only words that came out of his mouth. His head shot up just as I opened my eyes, scaring the shit out of me. "Jesus!" Slapping my hand over my eyes, I fell back on the bed with my heart racing slightly. "Unless you're trying to rip my hand off, I'd appreciate it if you would place your hand on the bed 'cause mine is killing." "Oh sorry," he mumbled groggily. I think he was lying flat on the floor with his hand on the bed, but I'm not sure because I couldn't see what he was doing. "How the hell did I end up down here?" I rolled my eyes up into my head and looked off to the side as if trying to avoid someone's annoying stare. "Isn't it obvious? You rolled off the freaking bed and almost took me with you.thanks!" Without realizing it, I tried to adjust my morning wood with my cuffed hand. As his hand brushed my leg, Arsen yanked his hand away with the quickness. "Guy, what are you doing?" "Sorry!" I almost yelled, utterly embarrassed. "I totally forget about our predicament for a sec." We didn't say much for a long time after; we just laid there in complete silence contemplating the meaning of the universe. Okay, maybe nothing that deep. I was just wondering what time it was. I could hear him yawning beneath me, which made me yawn as well. I was about to say something when I felt him grab the bed so he can pull himself up, that's when I flipped onto my stomach 'cause I didn't want him to see me sporting morning wood. I mean it's natural for guys to be boning when they first get up, but it's still embarrassing as hell when you don't know the person, for me it is anyway. When you have an eight-inch bone in your jock strap it's not that easy to hide it. "I guess I should get back into bed." I panicked when he placed his hands on the bed. "Why is that? You look comfortable no the floor." "Oh please, how would you know? Besides, if one of the Brothers walks in here and sees me on the floor they're going to think we didn't share the bed. Do you want to be the one to convince them otherwise?" All I could do was shake my head no. I mean he did have a very good point. "Now, as much as I hate this, you're going to have to lie on your side again so we can spoon 'cause it's the only way we're going to fit." "Fine, but this time I'm going to be the spooner and you can be the spoonee." "Why? What's wrong?" "Nothing," I lied. I wasn't about to tell him that his cock was nestled between my cheeks half the night. "It's just your turn this time." "Okay, whatever." I waited until he was sitting on the bed with his back to me before I turned on my side, for I didn't want him to see me boning. Before I know it, I was lying behind Arsen with my knees behind his, his back against my chest, and my throbbing cock hairs away from his ass. The fact that the room was as hot as an oven didn't help matters any. Within minutes we were covered in a thin veil of sweet and salty beads formed on my brows. I swear the temperature in that room was a lot higher than normal. It had to be! I figured it was something the Brothers did to make an already awkward situation worse. And let me tell you, if that was their plan it worked beautifully. Being that my head was so close to Arsen's, I couldn't help but breathe even more warm air over his neck. I'm sure he felt my heart pounding on his back. His musky scent had me memorized for moment because it was something I've never smelled before on another guy. Sure I've been in the locker room hundreds of times, but that's totally different because those guys reeked and were just plain dirty from playing so hard; it's to be expected. But this was.this was very different, almost erotic.almost. It was just something very new to me, something I couldn't escape since the source was right there in front of me. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was inhaling deeply to take in as much as this musky odor as possible. Why the hell was I doing it? I couldn't tell you. I guess not having sex in such a long time was started to affect me in the strangest ways. "Jacob, right? So where you from? His words managed to snap me from my trance like state and I flinched as a result. "What? What was that?" I used my free hand to clear the sweet from my forehead and neck. Man, I've never been so uncomfortable in all my life! "I asked where you were from." "Oh, uh, Maine, born and raised." "Main. How did you pull off a tan like that? Being that far up north shouldn't you be all pale and pasty?" Though I'm sure he didn't think I heard his muffled laugh, I did, and contorted my face to make fun of him behind his back. "Just because I was born in Maine doesn't mean I didn't get to see the rest of the country, or travel the world for that matter. I spent my last month of vacation in my parent's beach house in Florida just laying around being lazy and working on my tan.' "I see," he mumbled under his breath and then fell silent for a moment, thinking. His back pushed against my chest with his every breath; the sweat between our hot bodies was dripping onto the bed like water from a broken faucet. You simply couldn't find a dry spot on our bodies. "What do your parents do for a living? I mean if they can afford to send you here then they most be earning a pretty penny." At first I refused to answer his question, for they were intrusive and unwarranted. The affairs of my family were none of his business, and yet I caved after a few minutes. "My father owns one of the biggest construction companies in the country and my mom is brain surgeon." I only gave in to keep the conversation going, anything to take my mind off the insufferable heat. "So I guess you can say my family is well off." "Well off!" he laughed out right. "Sounds to me like you have more money then you know what to do with. Any brothers or sisters?" "Nope." "Girlfriend?" "Oh god.Alex," I whispered, absently pressing my forehead against his sweaty back. His scent rose thru my nostrils like flames from a volcano, suffocating me as if enveloped by the darken ash and soot. I was light headed, dizzy, and wanted to close my eyes and let my dreams run wild. "Boyfriend then?" "No!" I snapped, pulled away from him and realized for the first time I was actually leaning against him. I felt his sweat on my forehead mix with my own, then roll down my face and into the corner of my mouth. Moistening my lips quickly, I tasted the salty liquid and was oddly mystified. "Alex as in Alexandra. She comes here too, but I've been so caught up in TBH I've totally blew her off. Man, is she going to be pissed at me when she sees me." "What makes you think you're going to be seeing her anytime soon?" "I don't follow." "Did you forget already? The Brothers said we couldn't have any contact with anyone without their say so." "Ah shit! That's right." Again without realizing it I pressed my forehead into this back and shook my head from side to side. "There has to be a way around that, some kind of loop hole or something." I felt his body shudder in laugher and pulled away from him. "Now that's just plain wishful thinking; I wouldn't bank on it though. TBH takes their rules and laws very seriously." "Rules and laws?" "Yeah," he shrugged. "Rules can be changed or bent slightly depending on the situation, but the TBH laws are set in stone, meaning that not even the Brothers can change or break them." For a while I didn't say anything, I just thought over what Arsen said carefully. But I must say, the heat was making it difficult to hold a thought together. And then to my horror, after going soft for so long, my cock started to stiffen again; a combination of the heat and a full bladder, I promise you. I noticed that I became too comfortable during our talk and my crotch was up against his ass. Well, now that I was starting to bone again I pulled away slowly so he wouldn't notice. "How do you know all this about the TBH?" I wanted to keep talking in hopes of taking my mind off my urge to take a leak. "The TBH is a lot bigger than this one house, Jacob. The are set up in private colleges all across the country, but this one is the one everyone knows." "Why is that?" "TBH may be spread out all over the country, but at the top of it all is one person who controls it all. All the houses answer to that one person, and that person is here. This is where it all began a hundred and fifty years, Jacob, and then it branched out from here." "If the top dog is here, then who is he? Q? Geo? One of the others." He laughed loudly. "You're so uninformed bro! Q, Steel, Eric, Geo, and Seth make up the Inner Circle. It was obvious to me when I saw them all together. Each house has an Inner Circle, which is responsible for that particular house and it's Brothers." He sneezed suddenly, repeatedly, thrusting his backside into my groin after every sneeze. Four times his ass slammed into my cock as his body convulsed violently after every sneeze. This did not make my situation any easier. My throat tensed and I swallowed hard, closing my eyes in some hope that I would open them again to find myself alone in the room. Of course that wasn't the case. I opened my eyes to see his Arsen's back glistening with sweat, the heat of his body warming my face. "Sorry.excuse me." He said those words with a hit of embarrassment. And I couldn't help but wonder. Did he feel my rigid cock against his ass when he sneezed? If he did he said nothing about it. "If not Q and them, then who?" "Well that's just it, Jacob, no one knows. No one outside the Inner Circle that is, not even the other brothers. He can be anyone. He can be your chemistry teacher, or the grounds keeper, or the guy you passed in the hall the other day, or he can be one of the brothers that we see everyday. Hell, he can actually be a fifteen-year-old girl for all I know. What I do know is that he's here in this very house and he controls it all." I got tired of holding my head up so I let it drop on my arm. I didn't know what to make of his story. If it was true or not there was nothing I could do to confirm or refute what he said. The whole idea was puzzling and left me somewhat mystified. "How exactly do you know all this? Was there some TBH handbook that was given out and I didn't know about it?" He laughed again, louder than before. "No. No handbook that I know of." He made a gesture with his free hand to emphasize their being no handbook. "I have a cousin in Texas who's a Brother down there. He gave me a lot of pointers and told me how the Brotherhood works. Basically he told me everything he could, everything he was allowed to discuss. There were some things he couldn't tell me 'cause he would've gotten in some deep shit with the Brothers. In fact, everything he told he had to clear with the other Brothers, especially the Inner Circle of his house. He also put in a good word for me up here, which is why I probably got picked." He stopped for a moment to think, but soon continued. "Think I care?" "Nope." "Damn straight!" The silence that followed was so unbearable I pretended to cough just to fill the room with some kind of noise. "You sick or something?" he inquired as he tried to look over his shoulder at me. "No, I'm fine. Just got something in my throat." It was the last thing I remember saying because soon after I dozed off. I don't know how long I was out, maybe five minutes or so, before the door flew open with someone yelling at the top of their lungs. "On your feet and on this threshold pledges!" I was startled out of my skin, as was Arsen. We fell off the bed with our cuffed hands stretched out over it. Somehow we managed to stand on the threshold, but I swear I don't remember walking to it I was so sleepy. But there we were standing at the door across from Nick and Troy, who looked about as confused and sleepy as we probably did. One thing I did notice though. They were both boning pretty hard. It was obvious by the way their jocks were tented in the front. It seemed everyone had a bad case of morning wood. I was going to look to either side of me, but when I heard the Brother yell, "Eyes forward pledge" to one of the other guys, I thought it best to just keep looking straight ahead. A chill passed over me quite abruptly, as if someone slipped an ice cube down my spine. I shivered against Arsen's arm and he glanced at me with serious eyes, but it was brief glance, one that no one noticed save me. After standing military style, shoulder-to-shoulder with Arsen, I head the soft footsteps approaching slowly from the right. I was curious beyond measure but did not dare look to see who was the owner of these soft footsteps. Immediately I thought it was Q. It had to be. To me it seemed like something he would do; to walk so slowly and ominously to instill some fear in us, or extract some form of respect. How incredible wrong I was! It was Eric, with his long lustrous hair flowing freeing down his back, that walked passed us in silence, never turning to make the slightest eye contact. I never once believed guys look good with long hair, but I have to admit that Eric was able to pull it off flawlessly. It didn't make him look at all like a girl, or some rocker type, or worst still, a fag. No, quite the contrary actually; he looked like he was always meant for this evenly cut, long silken brown hair that reached all the way down to the small of his back. Pacing up and down the narrow corridor in his black jeans and simple black tank, he kept his head bowed as if in serious meditation. He was the only Brother with us. Whoever burst into our room to wakes us up was gone. And on he paced. Never did he say a word or lift his head to look at us. That same chill came over me when he passed me a second time, and then a third, and then a forth. For over an hour he did this as if he were alone and simply contemplating some great mystery that eluded him. Can you imagine such resolve? In that time I did make note of one thing. I was right. The temperature in our room was raised considerably because the hallway was air-conditioned and pleasantly cool. One other thing I realized as Eric continued his maddening walk was that my bladder would soon explode. I had to go so bad that it hurt and I think I tasted the urine in my moth. Of course I'm exaggerating, but now you get the idea of how bad it was. Just shy of two hours, I heard the undeniable sound of water dripping on the floor, and it horror I closed my eyes and clinched my teeth. For I knew what I heard was not water, but piss! It took me a moment to realize that it wasn't me, if you can believe that, but for a moment I truly did believe it was. I don't know who it was because I didn't look, but whoever was pissing was near. I was horrified. And it wasn't a quick piss either it was long and loud. I knew everyone heard it. I knew it wasn't Nick or Troy because they were standing directing in front of me and I could see them clearly. Eric never stopped pacing or even said a word, which totally puzzled me. It's like I wanted to grab him and yell, "What's wrong you man? Say something! You're driving us fucking insane!" But that was the point after all, wasn't it? To drive us nuts with his silent pace. But I was horrified as I already said. Horrified because I didn't know how much longer I could lasts before I let the piss flow freely in front of all my Pledge Brothers. The mere thought made me weak in the knees, and when I heard another pledge pissing in his jock I thought I would collapse from the horror. Before long every pledge was pissing in his soft cotton jockstrap. Puddles formed at everyone feet, and yes, even I could not contain the warm yellow liquid that so desperately wanted to leave my body. I felt it soak my jockstrap and run down my right leg; words cannot express how disgusted I felt. There I was, the sports jock, the homecoming king, the senior class president, the class valedictorian, the town hero, pissing on myself. But can anyone blame me, I ask you? Can any of use be blame for what happened in that hallway? The only consolation that I had was that I wasn't alone in this. I was standing there with my pledge brothers and friends enduring together. I don't think I could have gone thru it alone. The strong stench of urine filled the corridor within minutes and attacked my senses quite viciously. I thought I would vomit for it was so strong. What could possibly be the point of this? What was the lesson in this? Ah, such stupid questions went thru my mind for I knew exactly what the point was. It was simply to break us down. Finally Eric stopped pacing, probably because he didn't want to risk stepping in anything, and just stood silently at the end of the hall. Then he spoke for the first time that morning in a soft, clear voice. "If you had to use the bathroom all you had to do was ask." He stopped briefly before he continued. "That door you see at the end of the hall is a closet with mobs and buckets and other cleaning supplies. I want this hallway cleaned to a mirror shine. Understood?" "Yes Sir!" we all answered collectively, and then he left. I don't think I believed him when he said all we had to do was ask. I think it was a lose lose situation really. He was probably waiting for one of us to open his mouth so he could have reason to come down on us and go off on his power trip. But then again there was no way for me to know. We found that the closet had more than what we needed to clean the mess up, and as I was filling the yellow bucket with plastic wheels, I couldn't help but wonder how many other pledges before us stood like we stood moments ago. I wondered how many guys pissed themselves in the same manor that we did. Within the hour we had the corridor floor clean and smelling like pine, and like Eric ordered, we gave it a high shine. None of us spoke while we cleaned even though I could tell some of the guys were dying to say something. But what would happen if we said even a single word? The risk that we would be punished in someway was to great so we just stayed quit. I really wanted to talk to my boys Anthony, CJ, Nick, and the rest. I wanted to hear how their sleeping experience was, if it was at all as bad as mine. I wanted to know if they were still as determined as before, because I knew I was. For a moment I may have wavered from my conviction when I was pissing on my self, but now that it was all over I was focused and back on the path to the Brotherhood. Not knowing what to do with ourselves when we were done, we stood on the threshold of our doors again and waited in silence. Sadly, the stillness in the hall did not last long. "Why are they keeping us waiting so long?" someone whispered softly. It was Jason, the kid from Washington DC and the one cuffed to Justin that opened his freaking mouth. His room was next to Nick's so I could see him clearly. He was a little thinner then I and his body wasn't as defined, but he had nothing to be ashamed of either. The cool thing about him was that he had demon like figure with long black leathery wings around his left nipple. Strange and unique tattoos always fascinate me. Jason didn't look like the type to wear tattoos. With his dirty blond crew cut and stern brown eyes, he looked more like the serious military type. Not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree though, because he continued to talk. "It's not like they don't know we're up here," he said in the same soft voice as before. "Why do they have to do play these stupid mind games?" "Dude, shut up! You're going to get us all in trouble." Nick moved slightly to look at Jason. "CJ's right, man, shut your mouth. This is the game we have to play if we want in, a game they control completely. You know it was going to be this way. You know you did. So why did you even bother showing up if you were going to complain?" "Did I miss something?" Kevin asked rudely. He was the guy staying in the room to the right of me. "Who died and made you King of the Pledges?" "Fuck you! I'm just trying to keep us out of trouble." "Afraid to get your ass paddled again?" "Fuck you man!" Before I could stop myself my mouth opened and words just started flying out. "Why don't you all shut the fuck up, okay? God you're all so fucking stupid! This is probably exactly what they wanted and you stupid fucks fell for it. God I'm surrounded by fucking morons. Now we're all probably going to have to play for your stupidity. God!" My little out burst incited a war of words among the pledges and before long the hallway was filled with our bickering. It was stupid and I knew better than that but I was drawn into this battle as well. How stupid we all were, how completely stupid! And how long was Geo standing there watching us with his silent stare, I have no idea, but when we saw him we damn near jumped out of our skin. Fuck, I thought and closed my eyes and simply waited for whatever was to come. "No, please continue," he insisted once the hush fell over us. "What's wrong? Don't feel much like talking now?" Slipping his hands into his packets, he shook his head as if he was sincerely disappointed. "You pledges have so much to learn. You've been here not even a day and already you're at each other throats. How do you expect to get thru the next several weeks if you don't work together? Don't you realize you're in this together?" Like Eric, Geo walked up and down the hallway but he was far from quit. "If you can't turn to each other for support who are you going to turn to? Us?" He laughed out right. "I don't think so. I've paid my dues to get here and now you must do the same. But if you can't show each other respect and loyalty how are you ever going to convince us that you are Brotherhood material?" Stopping at the end of the hall, he stood there for a long time before he turned to face us, his right hand covering his mouth. "You are brothers in all this, pledge Brothers. Think about that for a minute." He stopped in front of me and looked at me with this blank expression that I can't describe. And again, that same chill tingled my spine. I saw him narrow his eyes as if he were trying to look thru me or read my thoughts or break me down. Whatever the case was, I have to admit I felt very uneasy. "Hmmm," he sighed and walked away from me. "What to do, what to do? It's clear to me that meaning of working together, of teamwork, will have to be pounded into your heads." After he ordered us to step out, we formed two lines and followed him to the end of the hallway until we reached an oak door (keep in mind that we were still wearing nothing but our piss soaked jockstrap). We descended a long staircase and for a moment I thought it lead back down to The Pit, but it didn't. Instead it led us to a very large bathroom with dark marble floors. No showers, no toilets, just seven black stinks with gold faucets. There were new toothbrushes in the holders with our names on it. "Find the sink with your toothbrush and clean up," Geo ordered. "You have three minutes." I washed the sleep out of my eyes and brushed my teeth within the time given. Being that we were all so close to each other I was still able to smell the urine from the others, not to mention my own piss. It was nauseating and I would've given anything for a shower. We followed Geo around a corner into the area with all the toilets. There were black like the sinks and were lined up against the wall about a foot and half apart from one another. No walls or stalls to separate them, just one single row of fourteen black toilets. Opposite the toilets were floor to ceiling mirrors. "Well?" Geo grinned wickedly as he gestured to the row of toilets. "I suggest you do whatever you have to do because who knows when you'll get another chance. And being that you're learning about teamwork and depending on each other, when you're done the person cuffed to you will make sure you're as clean as a newborn." The look on our faces, the horror, could not be put into words by any means. Did he mean what we thought he meant? He couldn't have. We misunderstood him. Yeah, that was it. "Why are you guys looking at me like you didn't understand me?" Geo snapped; his brows knitted in frustration. "The toilets are there, the toilet paper is there, so do what you have to do and when you're done have your cuff-mate clean your ass for you. Is that so hard to understand? Or should I repeat myself a third time?" We kind of just shook our heads no but didn't say anything. "Now hurry up because the clock is ticking. Now, feel free to talk amongst yourself as you decided how you're going to do this. Personally I don't care how you just get it done!" With that we were left alone in the bathroom, dumbfounded and a little shocked. We looked at each other seeking an answer no one was able to give, and then one of the pledges spoke. "I am not about to have my ass wiped by some dude," Xavier declared, throwing his hands up as if trying to stop oncoming traffic. "This is nuts! Out of all the things they could have us do to teach us the meaning of teamwork and brotherhood they choose this? It's disgusting and degrading and I'm not doing it. Forget that!" "Christ! Don't you get it man?" I stepped out of line and glared at Xavier. "That's exactly why they're making us do this, not to mention this is probably some sort of punishment for the yelling contest we had upstairs." I looked at Arsen briefly and then looked at Xavier again. "Do you think I want to do this? Do you think any of us wants to do this? I think not. But we all knew what we were getting into when we showed up yesterday. Did you really think they were going to make it easy for us? Get a clue!" "Enough!" Arsen said loudly, almost yelling. "You guys are doing it again. This bickering is what got us here in the first place. How long is it going to take for us to learn how to work together and not against each other? Geo was right, you know. We're never going to make it thru this if we going to be at each others throats." A hush fell over us that lasted a long while. I don't know if the others used this quit time to think over what Arsen said, I know I did. It seemed he and I were on the same page and I found that quite comforting. I saw him bow his head as if he had just been handed some terrible news. And in a soft, weak voice he whispered, "We need to pull together." "Hey, there's one here to watch us, so why not." "Dude, don't even finish what you were gonna say." CJ laughed as he cut Mike off. "Do you honestly believe they don't know what we're going right now? Dude.for all we know they could be watching us from the other side of these mirrors, so your whole argument is mute." "Lets just get this done already," Paul said. It was a long time before anyone moved, but eventually we did. Now, I'm not going to get into the details of what happened next, but I can assure that it was, as Xavier said, disgusting and degrading, not to mention disturbing. Within minutes the room smelled rank and it made me sick to my stomach. And I just about died when I felt Arsen's hand on me and mine on him. Now, I will jump ahead just a little because I don't feel the need to go over the dreadful details. I will say this. To my dismay, we weren't given the chance to shower, and as I already started, I was dying for one. Once finished, a tall Brother with dirty blonde hair escorted us outside of the house where more Brothers were waiting. The first person to catch my eyes was Q. He was standing in the center of a circle of Brothers with his hands in his jacket and the wind in his hair. Though he had his head bowed a little, he was looking up at us as we exited the house and walked down the stone steps. To me Q looked annoyed and I wondered if it had anything to do with the pledges. With his arms crossed over his chest, Q looked like a general about to give his army orders. And when he finally spoke his voice was soft and eloquent, just as I expected it to be. "Everyday you will be brought out here for a morning run around the campus." Was he serious? A morning run in our pissed stained jockstraps. I heard a car approaching. "The objective here is to keep you pledges physically fit. Every morning you are expected to run until told to stop. If you stop before you're told you will be penalized. If you complain you will be penalized. If you fall behind you will be penalized. If you do anything to annoy me you will be penalized. If you do anything I don't think you should be doing you will be penalized. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir!" I cringed when those words left our mouths. Everyone knew the mistake we made but it was to late to correct it. I wanted to kick my own ass. I wanted to kick everyone's ass. Why the fuck did we have to go and call him Sir? Why? I mean I knew not to call him that, I really did, but it came out anyway. A black Jeep Wrangler pulled up in front us with two Brothers I've never seen before sitting in the front. "You pledges must really enjoy pissing me off." With his eyes on the ground, he walked up and down the line. "Is that it?" "That must be it, Q," one of the Brothers standing off to the side yelled out. "Why else would they call you Sir when you told them not to?" Q shook his head. "I don't know." He then snapped his head up at us causing some of the pledges to flinch. "Do any of you care to answer that? Anyone?" No one answered; I swallowed hard. "You know, I was going to have you run in your jocks to punish you for the argument you pledges had upstairs and in the bathroom, but now I've changed my mind. You're going to strip and run naked. Except for you two." With the second and third finger of his right hand, Q pointed to Steve and Paul and told them to step forward. "You were the only two that didn't call me Sir. You thought I didn't pick up on that, did you?" They nodded. "Well, I did. And being that you two were smart enough to remember what you were told I'm going to give you a choice." Before he continued, he jumped in the back of the jeep and stood up while firmly grasping the black bar before him. The wind picked up some and his hair was danced about in the air as if controlled magically. "You can either join your pledge brothers in their disgrace and strip along with them or you can run as you are now. What will it be?" Through the corner of my left eye I could see Paul was about to speak but Steve beat him to it. "Then we choose to remain as we are," he said proudly. "Very well. Everyone else strip and leave your jocks where you stand and follow us." The jeep started moving before I had my hands on the waistband of my jockstrap. And being that I was cuffed to Arsen a little struggle ensued because we wanted to pull our jocks down with both our hands. I would grab the waistband and then he'd pull my right hand away as he grabbed his and then I'd do it right back to him. It was impossible! And we weren't the only ones who had this ridiculous problem. It didn't take us long to figure out that the only way we were going to do this was to work together, so I let Arsen go first and then I slipped out of my jock with no problem. Arsen and I were the second pair to run after the jeep. And you know something? At first it didn't register in my brain that I was running after the jeep butt naked. I was so worried that Q was going to be pissed if we fell behind that I didn't give it any thought. It wasn't until all the pledges were running behind the jeep that it dawn on me. That and the fact that my dick was slapping my stomach as I ran kind of gave it all away. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Running was damn near impossible as well. It took Arsen and I a while to get a good rhythm going with our cuffed hands but we got it. And soon everyone was jogging behind the jeep at a steady pace. We were jogging down the dirt road that led to the house when the driver slammed on the brakes. "Drop and give me twenty," Q ordered. Now one might think he shouted like some drill sergeant, but he didn't. His voice never lost its soft eloquence. Everyone did as we were told of course, and after the twenty pushups the jeep sped away without warning. It took us about a minute to catch up to it. Running naked didn't really bother me until we left the forest that surrounded the house and were led straight into the heart of KU's campus. People stopped, stared, and laughed their asses off. And when we hit the main road, Q made us stop and do twenty more pushups and then sped away again. They lead us places with the most people and every time we hit a crowd he made us stop and do pushups. It was bad. People laughed, pointed, and yelled or sorts of things at us. As we jogged, four guys in jogging shorts and tanks ran up to us and matched out speed. They laughed of course and slapped the ass of some of the pledges and then my ass was slapped.hard! When they were done tormenting us they went one way while we went the other. Q made us stop in front of the all girls dorm and told us to do fifty pushups right in the middle of the street. Traffic came to a stop but I don't think anyone mind seeing fourteen bear asses going up and down as we did our pushups. Even the campus police got a kick out of it. One of them drove by us very slowly and yelled out "Give 'em hell Q!" The girls were hanging out their window laughing and whistling. The girls loved it, but the guys who walked by made fun of our "white asses" and "small dicks." Please! I'm perfectly tanned (not that I can say the same for the others) and my cock is far from small, thank you very much! But it was just another way to belittle and humiliate us. On my thirtieth pushup I looked to my right and saw Alex. God I just wanted to hide under a rock. She was standing there with a box of folders in her hands, leaning up against a friend, laughing like you wouldn't believe. It was the first time I saw her since I stepped foot in KU and she was laughing at me! She waved and blew me a kiss. What a bitch, I thought. But I really couldn't blame her because I would've been laughing myself if I saw a bunch of naked guys doing pushups in the middle of the street. I mumbled bitter words under my breath, as did the others. When we were finally finished and stood up Q told us to give him another fifty. By this time some of the girls were throwing their panties and bras at us out the window, telling us to "put 'em on big boy, put 'em on." I'll tell you this much. When we saw that jeep take off we ran after it like the devil was after us, anything to get away from the girl's dorm. I was too embarrassed to keep track of time or distance, so I have no idea how far we went or how long we were out there running and doing pushups. But by the time the jeep led is back to the house I was ready to drop dead I was so tired. Running is nothing new to me; in fact, I rather enjoy it to be honest. But running and pushups at the same time was something I wasn't used to, so when Q gave the word that we could take a break, I collapsed on the moist grass panting heavily. I swayed from side to side, coughing slightly, and sweating from head to toe. Being naked didn't matter anymore. All I wanted was fresh air. Q walked thru the heaps of exhausting bodies and stood atop the stone steps. About two minutes passed when he told us to grab our jockstraps and get on our feet. I grabbed what jock was closest to me and I seriously doubt it was the one I was wearing. Standing on my own proved a little difficult so I leaned on Arsen as he leaned on me. I ran my hand thru my hair and it was so damp with sweat that it stayed slicked back as if I had applied gel. We followed Q in silence thru the house back down to the large bathrooms. We passed the sinks, and then the toilets, and finally came around a tight corner to where all the showers were. It was much like any showers you'll find in a men's room. There were seven showerheads along the tiled wall with a dish for the soap and shampoo under it. There were seven heads and fourteen of us; you do the math. "You'll get two showers a day." Q gestured towards the entire length of the shower room. "One in the morning and another before you go to bed, and maybe a third one in-between if we feel it's required. Ask for one and you will go days without one." He looked at the fourteen faces in front of him before he continued. "What are you waiting for?" As those words left his mouth, a powerful spray of water shot out of each showerhead. "Put your jocks in this bin and clean up." I took off my jockstrap and noticed the tag with the name Jason on it; it was the first time I realized that our names were on the underwear they gave us. Arsen should me the tag on his and it said CJ; for some reason I found that quite amusing and grinned. I threw the Jason's jock in the bin and went into the warm, soothing water. The strong jets felt amazing against my flesh; I could have stay there forever. I grabbed the bar of soap and passed it over my stomach and up to my neck. "What do you fucks think you're doing?" Steel demanded. My first thought? Where the fuck did Seth come from? He wasn't with us when we first go up. He wasn't with us the first time we went to the bathroom to wash up. He wasn't with us during our run either. And he sure as hell wasn't with us when we were led back down to the bathroom. But there he was standing next Q as if he was there from the very beginning. Seeing that tribal band tattoo around his neck again freaked me out. Don't get me wrong it looked wicked awesome on him but the pain! His question confused us. What did he mean what were we doing? Taking a shower, you dumb fuck, I wanted to say, but of course I kept my mouth shut. "I asked you shit-heads a question!" "Uh, taking a shower?" Paul answered for the group somewhat nervously. Steel shook his head. "I can see that, Smartass, and I can also see that you still don't understand the meaning of teamwork and brotherhood. You are your brothers keeper, so you will wash him just like he will wash you." "I have to put my hands on that?" Paul pointed at Steve with a look of disgust on his face. At that moment Seth came walking around the corner, grinning wickedly. "You already wiped his ass clean so what difference will this make?" "But I." "I'm sorry," Seth laughed softly as he placed his hand over his chest, "did I give the impression that I was interested in anything you had to say, pledge?" Paul shook his head no. "I didn't so." After a long silence he spoke again. "Are you pledges waiting for a green light, or a gun shot, or checkered flag to be waved? Shower!" I saw the pledge next to me jump slightly; it was Sam, the Asian kid. "I'll do you first," Arsen whispered to me. "And you better make sure you clean your pledge brother from top to bottom," Q ordered. I got under the powerful warm jets. After about a minute of letting the water just wet my body, I saw Arsen reach for the soap with his free hand and press the bar to my chest. Since I didn't have the slightest desire to watch another man bath me, I closed my eyes and just then the water stopped. I felt the bar of soap and the length of his fingers pass all over my chest and tight stomach; he was slow and meticulous. He went all the way down and stopped just before my pubes and slipped his hand back up again to my chest and neck. I could easily feel the foam on my body and his touch was stirring my dick in the most horrible way. Slowly but surely my cock was about to stand up and say hi. And it wasn't because he was turning me on, but being sexless for as long as I was, and feeling another person's hands on my body was bound to stir something up. "Lift your arms up," he said softly. "For what?" I whispered. "So I can clean your pits, guy, not get 'em up." Reluctantly, I did what I was told. The instant I felt his hand under my arms I giggled despite myself (did I forget to mention that I'm ticklish?). His thing fingers caressed my fine hairs in such a way that I could help but giggle like a freaking schoolgirl! Instinctively, I pushed his hand away and he pushed back. "Will you quit it?" "Well stop tickling me then!" "Like I can help it! Now shut up and let me finish." Opening my eyes, I looked down and saw my eight incher pointing straight out and I wasn't even all the way hard yet! I'm sure my face must have flashed a thousand and one shades of red, but Arsen didn't seem to notice and he wasn't paying any attention to my cock, thank God! But when he moved to clean my other pit he unknowingly brushed against my hardening dick and there was no he wasn't go to notice that. He looked down at my crotch, then at me again, then back down, and finally shook his head. "For crying out loud, can't you control yourself?" "Shut the fuck up," I hissed softly so no one save Arsen could hear me. I looked to either side and noticed that I wasn't the only one with the problem, which made me feel so much better. Can no one call me fag for a getting boner when their dick is just as hard. He continued to wash my lather up my chest, stomach, and sides, then got behind me to do my back. Again his hands moved slowly and carefully all over my back, and as his went down to my lower back I took in breath and held it for the longest time. I finally released it when it moved up to the back of my neck. I guess I was nervous because I thought he was going for my ass. I looked around again and saw that everyone else was getting their back lathered up as well, and when Arsen got down on one knee behind me to do my legs, everyone else followed his example. He did my right leg first and then the right, all the while avoiding my ass like the plague; his hand moved up and down my sides but never once did he touch my ass. Finally I heard him say and felt his breath on my left cheek, and I knew he realized there was simply no way around it. I was horrified enough for the both of us. I felt his hand on my right cheek and shuddered. (Yes, I know what you're thinking. "He already wiped your ass so what's the big deal." But you just simply don't understand!) He pressed hard against each mound of flesh, slipping the bar of soap between the crack every so often. Though he got up and stood close behind me, he continued to lather up my ass. "Sorry about this," he whispered into my ear. I was about to whisper something back, what I do not remember, when he pushed the bar between my ass crack. I didn't feel his fingers at all, just the bar of soap. It went up and down the entire length and at one point the corner of he bar pushed against my hole. I moaned softly. I moaned! I fucking moaned for crying out loud! Holy fuck I could have shoot myself right there and then. And when the bar pushed against me hole again, I hissed, bit my lower lip and closed my eyes tightly; by now my cock was pointing straight up like fucking flagpole. I looked down and saw it glistening and it wasn't with soap I can tell you that much! By this time my dick was aching so bad it was screaming for some attention. My kingdom to have Alex's pretty, luscious lips around me dick sucking it for like her life depending on its creamy filling; I had yet to meet someone who could give better head than my girl. Arsen continued his assault on my crack for what seemed an eternity. Finally he passed the bar one last time between my ass, pushing hard on my hole and making my dick jerk violently, and moved to the front. And just like I expected, everyone else did what he did. Looking down and noticed my very large problem, he knitted his brows and slowly looked up. "That better not be cum I'm seeing, " he said thru tightly clinched teeth, looking at me with eyes that could kill. I shrugged. "It's not!" I said softly. "It's, uh.pre." "Oh God!" He waited awaited awhile, and the other guys pretended to wash their partners chest while they waited for Arsen to make his move. Eventually, he got down on his knees in front of me and simply stared at my prick. Now, he wasn't checking me out like one might think, he was merely trying to think of a method of a attack. Moving his head slowly from side to side, he was studying me like I was some kind of lab rat, which made me totally uncomfortable. Not to mention that I had my stiff prick twitching just inches from his face. Man it was so red, so hard, it throbbed with the beat of my heart. I just wanted to grab it and beat the shit out of it until I spewed my cum all over the place. Normally I would go for a really, slow, long jack because I like to make it last as long as it's humanly possible. My personal best is a four-hour jack session, stopping only for several seconds to stop myself from reaching the point of no return. But in this case I just wanted to shot! Arsen dug his nails into the side of the bar and then pressed it to my sack, his hands or fingers never touched me. Very carefully he moved the bar all around my low hanging balls as the pre-cum oozed down the length of my dick. He mumbled something under his breath and I'm sure it wasn't anything pleasant. He patted my inner thighs to tell me to open my legs up more and I did. He slipped the bar of soap between my sack and my thigh to clean that area, but he was very careful not to touch me. The kid was a freaking genius because he never did. And everyone saw how he was cleaning my most private area and copied his technique perfectly. Honestly, I don't think anyone's cock got touched thanks to Arsen's example. He moved the bar to my throbbing shaft and slid it up and down the entire length, pressing it hard against my stomach, which caused even more pre-cum to flow out of my dick. I already mention that I'm a pre-cum factory, but Arsen didn't know that at the time. Placing the bar on my stomach, he slid half of it between my body and dick and pushed it down so it was pointing at his face; he never touched me. And like before, he ran the bar over the length of my dick; there was a long, sticky string of pre-cum hanging off the end that he ignored utterly. Feeling the soap moving on my cock almost felt like it was being jerked off. He did it so slowly that it was turning me on something fierce and I hated him for it. I was getting hot and my breathing was heavy. My cock pulsated wicked back and it was so sensitive that if I had given it two or three strokes I would have exploded all over Arsen's face. I felt my balls churning and slowly tightening as the soap continued to cleanse my throbbing, hurting member. There was no doubt in my mind that I was about to fucking shot the biggest load of my life and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I opened my mouth slightly to warn Arsen of the impending explosion of thick, white cream, for I believed he deserved that much, and I could not believe what happened next. _____________ So there you have it. The second chapter of The Brotherhood, I hope you liked it. I will definitely continue the story, no problem, but it really depends on you guys. If you enjoyed what you read so far and would like to read more please drop me an email with TBH or The Brotherhood in the subject line at: thewriter_x@hotmail.com Take care, X