Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2005 20:21:35 -0400
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #7 {X} {MM College} [7!?]

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.

***Note to Reader***

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back.  Again, I want to thank everyone for being so patient
with me.  I started a yahoo group for TBH a while back.
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                       The Brotherhood
                         Chapter VII



     An eternity passed and all I felt was the sharp bite of
his steel gray eyes as they cut thru me; a knife piercing a
cloak in hopes to reveal what lied beneath.  Was that his
purpose I wondered?  To reach the very core of who I was.
Would he unearth something I myself had yet to discover?

     If I didn't know better, I would have thought him to be
a mere illusion bathed in the moonlight. But he was not a
figment of my imagination, for the heaving of his glistening
chest proved him very much alive. It was then that I
realized I was the one who had stopped breathing.  His eyes
closed slowly as he turned from me and walked towards the
closet, his wet hair spinning about him releasing droplets
of water into the air.  I was finally able to exhale when I
felt his eyes release me from their hold.  However, I
remained mesmerized by him.  My eyes eagerly followed him as
he moved about the room.   On some level he still managed to
hold me captive.  What was this power, this influence that
he possessed over people?  Or at least over me.  It was more
than the position he held in The Brotherhood, more than the
Brother/Pledge dynamic, and more than pure, unbridled
awe.There was something in his very essence.

     He moved to the bookcase that flanked the large
windows.  He passed his finger over the books on the middle
shelf deliberately settling on a thick, black book.  With
his back to me, Q flipped thru the pages silently.

     His body was fucking amazing; an living, breathing
piece of art capped off, or should I say `bottomed off' with
an unbelievingly tight ass.

     `Holy fuck!  Did that thought really just come out of
my head?'  I remember scolding myself mentally for checking
him out, but honestly, it didn't stop me.  I was transfixed.
There he stood almost as naked as the day he was born.  I
had to applaud his efforts.  It must have taken Q years of
exercise and proper diet to tone his body in such a way.
Don't misunderstand. He wasn't overly muscular at all;
simply toned and defined in all the right places.  And those
2xist trunks he was wearing looked as if they were
specifically designed for him. The guy filled them out
perfectly. I mean I have a nice body.  The ladies seem to
love it and I worked damn hard to keep it, but even I was a
bit jealous.  He also had an intricate tattoo on his lower
back just above his ass.  I can't really describe it, but it
appeared to be a tribal symbol of some kind.  It's one of
those things you simply have to see to truly understand it.

     For five minutes he stood there, silent.  The large
book balanced in one hand, while he smoothed his wet hair
with the other.  He let out a soft sigh then moved to his
desk and had a seat, setting the book on the table and
folding his arms across his chest.  I couldn't help but
wonder what was so engrossing about that book.  All I could
do was watch him flip the page and continue reading.  To be
honest, I was getting a bit annoyed. I mean, if he didn't
want me there for whatever reason he could've at least said
so and not let me stand there like an idiot.

     Another ten minutes or so passed without so much as an
upward glance.  It was like I didn't exist.  So I thought
fuck it and took a chance.

     "Umm," I muttered; a bit afraid I was shooting myself
in the foot, "did I get the wrong room?"

     Instead of answering me, Q used his bookmark to trace
the last couple of sentences on the page, then closed the
book.  Ugh.  Those eyes.  He looked up at me and I was sure
it was over.

     "Twenty-two minutes," Q said simply.  I, of course,
looked like a completely clueless dumbass.  I didn't know
what the hell he was talking about.  "From the moment I
stepped out of the bathroom it took you twenty-two minutes
to say something.  You're the only pledge to ever do that."

     Did I fuck up?  It wasn't a question I posed to Q.  I
thought it best to keep it a mental note to myself.

     "The only other pledge to even come close stood there
watching me work for almost three hours.  When he finally
spoke it was only because he needed to use the bathroom."  I
thought that was pretty funny, but Q wasn't at all amused or
at least he didn't show it.  "I once had a pledge stand
there so long, I finally got tired and went to bed.
Sometime during the night I heard a loud thump hit the
floor; he collapsed he was so tired."

     I damn near busted out laughing on that one, but I was
able to hold my tongue and simply smirked. Briefly.

     "The point is," Q continued, "there's a difference
between showing respect and understanding your place and
knowing when to speak up for yourself even in the presence
of a Brother.  Unfortunately, it usually takes a pledge's
legs to almost give out  before they realize it."  He paused
for a moment and set his eyes on mine.  "Glad to see you're
a fast learner.  Now have a seat so we can get started."

     Like the good little pledge that I was, I did what I
was told.  For some reason, I couldn't help but feel like I
was taking a seat on the electric chair.

     "If I'm not mistaken Shaun told you about the accident
in the chemistry lab which delayed classes for another
week."

     I nodded and he gave me a look that cut thru me like a
fucking sword, clearing letting me know that a simple nod
was not enough.  "Yes he did."  I swallowed my heart back
down.

     "Due to this fact, we decided to rearrange our normal
routine.  We don't normally conduct these interviews this
early in the pledge process, however we thought it would
give us an opportunity to see how far you have all come.
Just keep one thing in mind,"  he paused, mostly for
dramatic effect, "honestly will get you thru this."

     I cleared my throat softly and started to get hot.

     "Pick a number between 1 and 100 and keep it to
yourself," he ordered.

     What the fuck?  I picked 3.

     Reclining his chair back, he placed his right foot on
the seat.  He was definitely getting ready to drill me.
"Name off all the pledges."

     "There's."

     "Who have the letter A in their name."

     Shit!  I mean it sounds simple but no, not really.
"Um, uh," I stammered, "there's me of course," that was my
attempt to buy a little time, "and Arsen, Anthony, Sam,
Jason, and Paul.oh, and Xavier."

     "Multiply the number by itself."

     Okay so we're at 9 now.

     "Who is cuffed to whom?" he asked.

     "Arsen and I, Anthony and CJ," I paused briefly to
think, "Jason and Justin, Paul and Steve, Sam and Kevin,
Nick and.uh.Troy.   Mike and Xavier."

     "Why are you here?"

     Admittedly, I was a bit confused.  "Umm, this is where
the card Shaun gave me said to come."

     He closed his eyes, clearly annoyed.  "That's not what
I meant." If he had  finished the sentence with `dumbass' it
would have been more complete, I think. "Why are you here?
Why did you accept our bid to pledge The Brotherhood?"

     Q didn't have a lick of hair on him besides the
obvious.  He was as smooth as a board.  I don't know why
that thought suddenly popped into my head, but it did.  I
knew right away that answering it would be tricky. And
stupid, random thoughts like this were not helping.  The
stock response would be to say I wanted to be apart of
something bigger than myself and have the full college
experience by joining a fraternity where I would bond with
the Brother and be apart of my life forever, blah, blah,
blah.  But that's the kind of cheesy shit you hear on Oprah.
So with Q's words "honestly will get you thru this" echoing
my mind, I went for it.  I spoke the truth.

     "Because I want the room to fall silent when I step
into it.  Just like it does for you."  That was my answer,
straight and to the point.

     He raised his brow, but made no comment.  "What is The
Inner Circle?"

     That one was easy.  "The ruling body of any TBH house."

     "Add your age to the number."

     Almost forgot the fucking number!  Uh.twenty eight.
Where the fuck was he going with this?

     "How many Brothers are in The Inner Circle?"

     "Five."

     "Name the members of The Inner Circle of this house."

     "You, of course, Shaun, Steel, Seth, and Eric."  His
demeanor changed slighted as he leaned forward a bit.  Shit,
had I messed up?  My mind reeled, then it clicked.  "Oh and
Geo!" I damn near yelled out with wide eyes.  Granted he was
gone, but he was part of the TIC before Shaun took over

     Reaching for a pen, Q placed his hand on his bent knee
and tapped it against his leg.  "Who is the leader of The
Brotherhood?"  His question came like bullets from a
Hollywood machine gun, never ending and without
interruption.

     I almost fucked up because I was about ready to say
that he was the leader.  "Kyrios."

     "Divide the number by half the pledge class and
subtract the number of times you broke up with your current
girlfriend."

     Now that took me by surprise.  Alex and I did break up
once, briefly, over some stupid shit that I didn't even
remember anymore.

     "Who is Kyrios?"

     "Um, I don't know."  Damn, that came out wrong.  I sat
a bit straighter in my chair and tried to sound more
official. "What I mean is, other than the Brothers in each
of the Inner Circles, no one knows who Kyrios is." I eyed
him, tentatively.  I wasn't too sure about that one.

     Q sat forward suddenly, clasping his hands before him
on the desk. Inside, I jumped startled by his abrupt
movement. Outside, I hoped it didn't show.

      His features darkened as if a shadow was cast over his
face; his eyes narrowed slightly.  The mood grew even more
serious.   "If you had to pick one of the paired up pledges
to be demised from The Brotherhood who would you choose?"

     I never saw that one coming.  Shifting in my chair, I
could feel the knot in my stomach twisting.  What kind of
question was that to ask a pledge?  I could understand if I
was a Brother but I wasn't.  I was a pledge like the others.
How could I possibly make such a decision, hypothetical or
not?  No matter who I picked I'd feel like I was betraying
my fellow pledge brothers.  Sacrifice myself for the sake of
the others?  And what about Arsen; would I really be willing
to condemn him to my fate?  Most importantly, is that what
my heart would tell me to do?

     "Well?"

     I looked at Q a moment longer before I answered.  "I'd
pick.I'd pick. Sam and Kevin."  I watched his left brow
slowly rise as if questioning my answer without speaking a
word.

     "And why is that?" he demanded.

     "Because those two haven't done much to stick out among
the pledge class," I answered with a shrug.  "They basically
sit back and watch what's going on and simply follow the
crowd whenever a decision is made and barely put in their
two cents."  I swallowed hard thinking I was just digging a
deeper grave.  "And by no means am I trying to put them down
or anything, they may prove me wrong, but so far I can say
there's isn't anything memorable about them."

     "Really?"

     "Yes," I said simply.  "Take Mike, for example.  He may
be argumentative and hard headed at times, but at least he
has the guts to stand up,  put his foot forward and say this
is what I think and here's why.  Sam and Kevin will listen
to the why and following along blindly.  They're lemmings.
Whether they succeed or fail, it will be based on someone
else's idea."

     "I see," Q said with a slight emotionless nod.  I had
no idea what he was thinking or how I was doing.  My stomach
twisted, I wanted to vomit.  I used to credit myself with
being able to read people, now I'm not so sure.
     He leaned back again and returned his foot to the
chair.  He pointed at me with his pen accusingly.  "Did the
thought of picking yourself ever cross your mind?"

      "Actually, it did," I nodded.  "But I couldn't just
think of myself.  I have no right to make a decision that
would affect Arsen in such a way when he's actually been one
of the more vocal pledges.  And you know what?"  Okay, I
think I was getting a little bit cocky then.  "More
importantly than anything else, I really want to be here and
I don't feel like I should have to give that up.  Now, do I
deserve to be here?  I guess time will tell.  You told me
truth will get me thru this, well there you have it."

     "So `think of yourself before all others' is your
motto?"

     "Absolutely not!" I said a bit defensively, gripping
the arm rest of my chair.  "If it were up to me, this whole
pledge class would make it thru to the end together.  I
don't want to see anyone go home.  But I'll be damned if
I'll sacrifice myself when I think I've done more for my
fellow pledge brothers than certain others.  And then
condemn Arsen to the same fate?"  I shook my head.  "I don't
think so."

     He sat there for a long time without saying anything,
those eyes set on me as if I was staring at a statue.  I
have to admit I was a worried that I came off too strong;
like I disrespected Q in some way.  Maybe I shouldn't have
used the word `damned.'  My faced reddened and I humbled a
bit.

     Shifting his head to the right, he finally spoke.  "How
do you feel you and the other pledges performed out there
tonight?"

     I was relived Q moved on to another subject.  "I think
we did great.  We banded together in the end, some of us had
to take a leap of faith, but in the end we pulled thru and
made it back."  I'm not sure but I think Q was going to say
something but I kind of cut him off before he could.
"Honestly though, I think we have a lot of work to do before
we can call ourselves Brothers.  Sure, we found our way
back, but there was a lot of arguing and finger pointing
before we got there.  I think it's something we have to work
on to truly get that sense of brotherhood."

     "I don't see a reason to continue," Q said.  He got up
from his chair abruptly and moved to the window.  "This
interview is over."

     I was taken aback.  What the fuck did I do?  I hate to
admit this but I actually felt my eyes well up a little bit;
not enough to produce a tear, but still.  I just felt sick
to my stomach.

     "Congratulations Jacob," Q said kindly, "you passed
your third trial."

     "Oh thank god!" I muttered as if short of breath,
dropping my head into the palm of my hand.  I could've sworn
I heard him laugh a little.

     "With flying colors I might add," he continued with his
back to me.  "Normally this interview would go on for
another hour or so but you impressed me tonight."  For the
first time that night his words were filled with a warmth
I'd expect from a childhood friend.  "When we do these
interviews we give allowances for the bullshit factor.  No
matter how good a pledge's intentions are, there is always
some degree of canned responses in their answers that we can
forgive.especially so early on.  You?  You on-the-other-hand
were honest from the beginning, not to mention a bit bold.
You weren't afraid to speak up when I walked into the room
and you weren't afraid to put the faults of your pledge
class on the table and own them.  I can't begin to tell you
how many pledges before you gave the self sacrificing speech
when I asked them who they would dismiss."

     He paused for a long moment, and to this day, I wish I
knew what he was thinking.  His next words were spoken
slowly.  "You've proven you have the qualities that are
important to The Brotherhood.to me."

     I couldn't help but smile.  I felt like a little kid
being told by a parent or teacher that I did a great job.  I
had a child's joy welling up inside me and I had to do
everything in my power to control it.  To not jump up and
down and screaming, "I did it!"

     "But don't get cocky.not even for a second.  You still
have a long way to go and many opportunities to slip and
fall."

     Needless to say that killed the child within me.  Or
maybe just brought him back to reality.  I watched him
carefully as he came around the desk and stood a few feet
before me.  "Once the interviews are completed, each pledge
spends time with their assigned Brother so they can get a
feel of how things run outside the pledge class and what's
expected of all Brothers.  Consider yourself stuck with me
for the next couple of days."

     I smiled at him.

     "I wouldn't be smiling just yet," he said, his tone
never changing, "for being assigned to me means more than
just following me around for a couple of days.  It also
makes you my Little and me your Big."

     Ah, so that's where this was all leading.  I figured at
one point or another I'd become a little brother to one of
the Brothers.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think even
for a second that Q would be my Big Brother.  Things just
got interesting.

     Gesturing for me to get up, Q pointed to a spot at the
floor.  "Come, stand here for me."  As I moved to the spot
he designated, I watched him return to the bookcase.  He
dimmed the lights, until he was nothing more than a shadow
within the room.  As he turned to face me, I saw a long
silver box within his hands.
     "Before the bond between big brother and little brother
is official, we must first perform a little ceremony."  He
placed the box on the desk and carefully opened the lid; the
silver cover danced under the veil of moonlight entering
thru the window.  "This tradition is as old as The
Brotherhood itself," he continued, removing a chalice from
the box.  A few other things were removed as well, however
the darkness and Q's movements both prevented me from seeing
them.   He came toward me with the chalice in one hand and
two small bottles in the other.
      "Now pay close attention to what I'm doing and mimic
me exactly."  He sounded very serious.  He handed me the
little black bottle while he kept the white one.  The single
chalice was held between us.  "The bottle you're holding in
your hand is the venom of a rare and extremely venomous
South African spider; a single drop will kill a grown man in
minutes.  There is no known antidote."

     My eyes flew open.
     My face paled.
     I think my hand went slightly numb.

     "Good," he said softly, a sinister grin playing on his
lips, "I have your full attention.  The bottle I'm holding
contains the nectar of a Brazilian flower found growing on a
single outcropping of rocks along the northern coast of the
Amazon river.  A half drop of this will kill you faster than
the spider venom will.  But the magical thing about the pair
is when they are combined in equal amounts they have the
power to neutralize each other.  So it is very.very
important that you pour from your vial as I pour from mine
and stop precisely when I do.  If we're off by one
drop.well, lets just say we won't have to worry about what
tomorrow might bring."

     `Are you fucking kidding me?' I yelled.  `I know you do
not expect me to drink this shit!'  Of course all the
yelling was strictly in my head.  This had to be fucking
joke; another scare tactic to put the fear of god, the devil
and The Brotherhood in me.  That's what I had to tell myself
to get thru this shit.  I mean, sure, I wanted to get into
The Brotherhood as badly as anyone but at what price?  What
good would it be if I were dead?  No, this was all some
bullshit Indiana Jones crap.  In truth, we were probably
only mixing rum and coke or something.  That's it.rum and
coke. Or maybe something nasty like Tabasco sauce and mango
juice.  Yep, that had to be it.
      Then, just when I had myself convinced, and I felt the
blood running back to my limbs, two things happen.  One, I
looked into those damn eyes of his and saw that he was as
serious as a heart attack.  And two, I remembered his kick
about "honesty." Fuck!

     "Are you ready?" he asked looking directly into my
eyes.

     I didn't say a damn thing to him.  I just looked at
him, working the `deer-caught- in-the-headlight' look like
no ones  business.  What was I supposed to say?  Yeah, I'm
about ready to die?

     "Jacob!"

     "Huh?"

     "Are your ready?"

     "Yes," I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me and this
whole crazy thing would be forgotten.  Yeah, that didn't
work out so well.

     "Okay, follow my lead," he said.

     He moved his bottle over the chalice and I followed.  I
watched him slowly turn the bottle over to pour the nectar
and I of course did the same.with just a slight variation.

     "Jacob," Q said in a hushed, gentle voice, pressing his
fingers against my trembling hand.  "Shaky hands are not
going to help the situation.  Try to calm down.  You're
going to be alright.  Just do as I do, okay?"

     I nodded but I was still nervous as hell.  I will admit
that hearing the sincerity in his voice helped calm my hand
and I was able to pour the venom into the chalice as he
poured the nectar.  We poured until the cup was a little
less than half full.  I was paranoid as hell, certain that I
went over by a couple of drops.

     "You did good," he reassured me.  "Here, hold this for
a second and give me the bottle."

     He walked off to put the bottles away, leaving me to
hold the chalice.  I looked at the mixture, thinking to
myself that I was holding enough poison in my hand to kill
off an entire hick town in Alabama.

     When Q returned,  I was more than happy to surrender
the chalice.  He produced a small white disc about the size
of a quarter from his hand and gave it to me.  Q still had
one left in his hand.  "I'm going to put this in your mouth.
Don't swallow it or bite into it, just let it sit on your
tongue.  Remember, do as I do."

     What the fuck was he giving me now?  Arsenic, cyanide?
Tums?

     Our hands moved as one as we prepared to feed each
other these tablets.  He pressed it against my closed lips
and when I saw him raise a brow, I reluctantly parted my
lips and let the round tablet rest on my tongue.  Q took his
without hesitation.  For reasons I did not understand at
first, he handed me the chalice again.  Within seconds, he
blinked and a single tear fell from his right eye.  I don't
know how, but I knew I was meant to catch that tear in the
chalice.  A tiny smiled played on Q's lips as I caught the
tear and gave him back the cup.  A few seconds later my
mouth burned as though hell was unleashed in the pit of my
stomach and the flames where trying to escape from my sealed
lips.  I was determined not to spit out the tablet.  But
unlike Q who shed only one tear, I balled like a little
bitch.  Tears flowed down my cheeks in a way I didn't think
possible.  Q had only to put the chalice under my chin to
catch the needed tear.

     Once the tears had been harvested, Q took the tablet
out of his mouth and dropped it in the chalice and you best
believe I was quick to do as he did.  My mouth was on fire.
I panted like a dog and wagged my tongue around trying to
cool it down.  I must have looked like a damn fool.  It
looked like Q agreed because he was laughing even though he
was trying to do his best to hide it.

     "The sensation will pass," he assured me with a smirk,
holding the chalice between us again.

     I watch the tablets dissolve and the liquid swell to
the very top.  Pressing his lips to the rim of the chalice,
Q gestured for me to do the same.  I figured we were going
to have a hell of a time trying to drink from it at the same
time, but that's not what Q had in mind.  He started blowing
gently as if trying to cool the liquid and I did the same.
We were at it for not even thirty seconds when a white flame
erupted from the chalice.  Caught completely off guard, I
stumbled backwards, tripped over myself and fell on my ass.

     Q exploded in fit of laughter I had never seen before.
He clutched his stomach and was bent over slightly, all the
while trying not spill the burning liquid.  As I sat there
on my ass watching him, I couldn't help but smile and
eventually join in on the laughter.  It was nice to see Q
like that.  The hard, cold exterior appeared to be melting
away if only momentarily.  There was a warmth about him now
I truly enjoyed.  He seemed so vibrant, aglow with life and
personality. It was nice.

     Finally coming down from his high, Q walked over to me,
extended his hand and helped me up.  "Now that was funny!"

     "You could've warned me," I said, wondering if my
comment would be considered speaking out of turn.

     "I could have," he agreed with a smile, "but I would've
missed all this."  Suddenly the glow about him faded and the
old Q was back, his serious stare on me as he offered me the
chalice to drink.  "Drink."

     Now that was easier said than done.  For one there was
still a white flame burning on the surface of the chalice
and two, it was fucking poison.  Poison!  So can you blame
me really for flinching when he offered me the drink?

     "Trust your brother."

     Gently, Q pressed the rim of the chalice to my lips.
The white flame danced around my face like a warm summer
breeze.  It didn't burn like I thought it would, it simply
ticked my face.  I figured `what the hell?' and clasped the
chalice, wrapping my hands around Q's hand as well, and
drank.  It was unlike anything I've ever tasted before.
Then again I try to keep the drinking of poison to birthdays
and other special occasions.  It's one of those things you
have to experience to really understand it. It was warm, yet
chilled at the same time.  Light, almost citrus, yet had a
texture I can only describe as fuzzy.  I drank about half
before Q pulled the chalice away. He wasted no time in
drinking the rest; his eyes on me the whole time. He never
blinked.  It was amazing to see the flame warm his face; it
was like he was trying to peer thru a white veil.

     The flame was extinguished with the last drop.  There
was this heat building in my stomach and I could feel it
climbing up my chest.  Before I could question the sensation
further, Q place the Chalice on the floor, grabbed me by the
waist and pulled me towards him.  He leaned in and I was
fucking stunned for it appeared he was going to kiss me;
oddly enough I didn't bother to flinch this time.  But my
concerns were premature because Q stopped so our lips were
literally hairs apart.  I opened my mouth to say something
but all I did was release the heat within me in the form of
a white flame.  It flowed from my lips like smoke from an
extinguished candle and Q breathed it in thru his nose while
parting his lips to release his own. I inhaled deeply,
taking in his warmth as he did mine.

     I was gone.  The sensation was indescribable.  I felt
light headed, my body tingled all over.  It was like I was
in another place all together and when I closed my eyes all
I could see was Q.  It was like he was in me and I was in
him.  Imagine your most intense orgasm, multiply it by a
thousand and you might get an inkling of how I was feeling.

     The longer this went on, the closer Q and I got until
finally our bodies were pressed together.  His heart pounded
against my chest; my jock stirred against his, but our lips
remained whiskers apart with the light or flame or whatever
it was flowing between us.  It truly felt like I was
floating and all the worries of the world simply vanished.
I didn't want it to end.

     I became conscious of the fact that my cock was getting
harder and harder and pressing against Q's crotch.  If Q was
feeling the same way I couldn't tell because I didn't feel
anything except his pushing up against me.

     Releasing his hold on me, Q backed away and I could see
the strands of light between us fade away.  "You are bounded
to me as I am to you," he said softly.  "I'm your Big
Brother and you're my Little Brother.  It's a bond we will
share for life if you become a full Brother; fail and the
bond will be broken forever."

     I heard everything he said despite the fact that he
seemed to be speaking in slow motion and from inside a
tunnel.   I was in a serious daze.  He moved to stand behind
me and I wanted to turn to face him but he stopped me.

     With a soft laugh, he said, "Don't bother turning
around.  Every pledge faints right.about.now."

     I was out like a light and I assume the reason he had
moved behind me was to catch me as I fell.  Whether he did
or not I couldn't tell you.  When I came to, the room was
spinning around me.  I was lying on the carpet, curling my
fingers around the soft fibers, rolling my head from side to
side to clear the fog.  I caught the sight of  Q standing by
the window.  Actually, there appeared to be four Q's
standing there. After blinking several times, I was finally
able to bring him into focus; at the same time the room
stopped turning and the fog in my head began clearing.

     "Holy hell," I muttered, "that was intense."

     "You'll get used it in time," Q assured me.

     "You're telling me we're going to do this again?"

     "No, it's a one time deal between Big and Little.  But
if you happen to make it and become a full Brother, this is
a ceremony you'll be performing many times with new
pledges."

     "Oh."

     Q turned from the window and walked towards me.  "On
that note, I want you to keep something in mind."  His tone
was low and grave, as if he was about to give me the worst
news of my life.  "You're actions not only reflect against
you and your fellow pledges, but now they also reflect on
me.  Don't disappoint me."

     Great!  As if I didn't have enough pressure with
everything else that was going on.

     "Any questions?" Q inquired, walking towards the
bathroom as I was getting back on my feet.

     Maybe it was because I was still feeling the effects of
the drink; I was feeling a bit bold when I asked my
question.  "Do you regret having me assigned as your Little
Brother?"

     "No," he answered, stopping at the bathroom door.  He
didn't say anything more at first.  Q simply stood there
with his back to me.  At first I thought he was going to
snap at me for asking such a question but he didn't.
Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at me and said, "I was
the one who assigned all the pledges."

     He disappeared into the bathroom leaving me standing
there grinning like an idiot.  Truth of the matter was I
felt extremely honored he picked me to be his Little.  I
thought of the other pledges and was curious to find who
everyone else got.  I really wanted to know who was the
lucky guy to get Shaun and who was the unlucky bastard that
got stuck with Steel.  I was hoping to God it wasn't Arsen.

     Q came out of the bathroom and informed me I'd be
sleeping in his room for the next couple of the nights.
Apparently it was part of the whole Big Brother/Little
Brother bonding experience.

     "Unfortunately," he added, "when we decided to switch
the interviews around, I forgot about a previous commitment.
So you will need to accompany me tomorrow when I pick up a
friend from Logan Airport and drop him off at his parent's
house."

I simply nodded.

He took a deep breath, and ran his eyes across my body.  He
showed no emotion, but somehow seemed suddenly very tired.
"Anyway, there's sleeping bag in the closet or you can sleep
in the bed.  The choice is yours."

     I looked at the bed, then at the closet, and then
looked back at the bed.  It was a really hard choice.  Sleep
on a hard ass floor or on a bed with enough room for a
family of ten.  So I walked over to the left side of the bed
and helped Q pull the comforter down to the foot of the bed.
Maybe picking the bed was the wrong thing to do, maybe this
was another test.  But Q didn't say anything one way or
another.  And nothing against Arsen, but after spending
every night in a tiny bed with another guy an inch away from
you, Q's huge bed was just calling to me.

     "The bathroom is over there if you need to use it," he
said, slipping under the white sheets.  He laughed softly.
"You managed to impress me yet again, Jacob."  I was
confused.  "Most pledges pick the sleeping bag out of some
sense of respect when we all know they'd rather sleep in the
bed.  Your honestly with me tonight has been commendable."

     I blushed a bit, said a lame `thanks' and crawled under
the satin sheets with a big old grin on my face.  Holy shit!
Those sheets where the softest I've ever felt.  It was like
a cool liquid was poured over me and his bed felt like it
was just made for me.  Man, I was in heaven.wrapped in a
cloud.

     I sighed heavily, thinking back to the long day I had
and how great it felt to finally let my tired body relax.
Glancing over at Q and seeing nothing but the back of his
head, I turned on my side to face away from him and closed
my eyes.  Now that I was off my feet I could feel them
aching a little. It was no big deal since I figured I'd be
getting the best sleep I've had since I got here.  Almost
immediately, I felt the world of dreams coming to claim me
and I was all too happy to go.  But just as I felt the sleep
over take me I heard Q say one last thing to me.

     "By the way.the number was three."

     Fucking weird!

     Sometime during the night my eyes flew open.  Not so
much because I couldn't sleep, but because my bladder
demanded that I get up and take a major leak.  I was so damn
tired I had to drag myself out of bed and stumble across the
room with my eyes half opened in hopes of finding the
bathroom.  It took me a few minutes of fumbling in the dark,
but I eventually found it.  I didn't want to turn on the
lights for fear of waking Q or going blind. Luckily there
was a large window in the bathroom so the moon offered me
all the light I needed.

     Finishing my business and quietly washing my hands, I
walked out more awake than I was before.  I stood where Q
once stood before the window, arching my back and stretching
my limbs.  My stomach was a bit noisy for lack of food, but
that was one demand I would not be able to fulfill.  I
wasn't about to roam around the house to find food.  My eyes
were fully open now taking in the great view Q had from his
bedroom.  There were plenty of trees in the distance, backed
in the twinkling lights from the city on the horizon.  A low
moon hung to illuminate it all.  But as picturesque as it
all was, the bed was more appealing than the scenery
outside.

     I walked back to the bed and I don't know why but I
stopped on Q's side and stood over him, admiring every inch.
He looked just as amazing as he did awake, if not more so
now for he was bathed in the perfect mix of shadows and
moonlight.  Damn, was he sight to behold.  Q managed to kick
off his sheets and was just lying there on his back; his
face half covered by his long, raven hair; his sculptured
chest slowly rising and falling with every gentle breath.
Even in his sleep he didn't lose the mystique that made him
so compelling.  My eyes traced the length of his slim torso,
stopping briefly at his pecs and ridiculously tight abs,
stopping finally at his 2xist trunks.  Those trunks where
nice and tight on him, making way for the big bulge my eyes
were now fixed on.  Holy hell he was packing some serious
manhood.  And because his trunks left little to the
imagination, I could tell his cock was several inches long
even when soft and pushed down over his sack.  I could even
make out the head of his cock and knew he was cut.

     It took a few minutes, but it finally dawned on me that
I was hovering over my Big with a hard-on the size of the
Sears Tower.  I gave my dick a hard squeeze as if to tell it
to calm the fuck down and crawled back into bed.  I was
going to attempt to go back to sleep when I turned to my
left to look at Q one finally time.  That was a big mistake
for I could not look away.  In fact, I felt the need to get
a better look at him so slowly and quietly I moved closer.
Even though we were face to face, his hair hid everything.
So what did I do?  I carefully slipped two fingers thru the
offending strands and gently hooked them behind his ear;
several strands fell back into place.

     Stunning. Absolutely stunning!  Those are the best
words to describe the man lying beside me.  He appeared as
an angel or an innocent child sleeping away the night
without a care it the world.  Again, I don't know what came
over me but I had this uncontrollable need to run the back
of my hand down the length of his face. May be I need to
feel this person to truly believe he was real.  I was
careful, extremely careful, not to wake him as my fingers
caressed his cheek.

     What the fuck was I doing?  Why the fuck was so
compelled to do these things?  `Get a fucking grip Jacob' I
told myself as I backed away from Q.  I rolled on my side,
closed my eyes, and begged for sleep to claim me again.

      I recall having a weird dream that night.  There was a
party in the house celebrating the pledges becoming full
Brothers.  Everyone was there drinking and having a good
time; the house was packed from wall-to-wall.  Alex was
hanging on my arm, showing me off to all the ladies; ever so
proud to be going out with a member of The Brotherhood,
which bumped her status up a couple notches.

     I remember Alex snatching me up close to her and
sneaking us away upstairs.  Somehow we ended up in Q's room
tearing off our clothes like wild animals in heat. The next
thing I know, we were screwing like rabbits on the bed.  I
was banging her hard, left, right and sideways.  Our bodies
were covered with sweat.  It was pretty disgusting but in
all the right ways.  I was just about ready to bust my load
inside her when a gust of wind blew thru the open balcony
doors, slamming into me like a cold wave.  I looked up at
the dancing curtains and saw him.  Q was standing there amid
the shadows, his face radiant in the moonless night, his
eyes piercing thru me like burning daggers.  He came at me
like lightening, startling me out of my sleep.

     My heart was pounding, but I was relieved to be awake.
I don't know why.

     My eyes remained closed but within a few moments, after
clearing the sleep from my head, I was fully aware of myself
and my surroundings.  I don't know if it was the dream or
just what every guy experiences in the morning or maybe it
was a combination of both, but I had major morning wood
going on in my boxer briefs.  A smile crept over my lips; I
distinctly remember how great it felt to have my arms around
Alex again, feeling her chest rise and fall gently with
every breath as she still slept.  To feel her warmth against
my body, to have my leg between hers, pressing my hard cock
against her to let her know I was up for some morning fun.

     Life was good.really good!

     That's when it hit me.  Hey, I didn't go to bed with
Alex last night.  Hell, I  haven't seen her in god knows how
long.  Shit, maybe I'm not as fully aware as I thought.

     It wasn't Alex I was hugged up against; that wasn't her
leg I was pressing my hard cock into.  It was my Big
Brother, a member of the Inner Circle, and the head of the
house.

     There have been several moments in my life when I  just
wanted to die.this was one of them.  But I had to force
myself to look at the bright side.  Q was still asleep which
gave me time to carefully untangle myself from him before he
noticed that I was apparently trying to spoon him while he
was still lying on his back.  I guess if he woke up I could
explain that it was just a normal reaction for me.  Every
time Alex and I slept together, whether we had sex or not, I
always woke up in the morning spooning her from behind.  And
now recently with Arsen, having to share that small ass bed
we were forced to spoon just to be comfortable.

     I made that argument in my head and I sounded like a
damn fool.  "Get off this guy before he wakes up," is what I
told myself.  Of course when shit goes bad it really goes
bad.  Q stirred for a few moments and then stretched his
arms out, completely unaware of me.  That is until he put
his right arm down around me.

     "What the." I heard him say softly.

     Fuck!


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