The Frat Control Experiment

1. Parts I-III

by: webb025@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are

offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this.

I.

Sigma Lambda Alpha had a reputation as one of the most prestigious and

selective fraternities on campus. It was somewhat unusual in that it didn't

specialize in just jocks, or rich prep types, but rather admitted the best

of both. Sig Lams did better academically than members of any other frat at

the school. For many years, its roster produced the most distinguished

alumni, assuring a generous endowment for future years.

From the outside, Sig Lam appeared to carry out the activities of a normal

frat. This year, it had begun to select pledge candidates, had the

occasional party, and its members behaved quite normally when not at the

house. But unknown to the outside world, Sig Lam had recently fallen victim

to a mysterious force that was using the frat to perform mind experiments

with growing skill, as well as to satisfy some quite perverse sexual

desires. Most of the brothers were totally unaware of this, although some

knew there was something odd about their own personal situations that they

couldn't explain. In any event, they seemed unable to say anything about it

to each other or to anyone else.

A tour of the house would reveal the odd results of these experiments. In

Room 12, for example, lived Bill McPherson, ranked near the top of his

class, and junior class president. Everything about him seemed to define a

solid normalcy. His father had also been a Sig Lam, and remained active in

the frat's financial affairs. But there was one unusual thing about Bill:

every day, after getting back from his last class or student government

meeting, Bill was compelled to spend one hour, motionless, as a fixture or

piece of furniture somewhere in the frat. Most days, he would kneel sideways

next to the third urinal on the first floor, and as the brothers came in,

they would casually use him as they would any other urinal. When his hour

was up, he would clean up and return to his room. On another occasion, he

had to act as a decorative statue, posing motionless, flexing in a Speedo on

a platform in the television lounge. Once he had been forced to act as a

coatrack during a party for the members, and once he lay naked on a landing

on the stairs, and was stepped on by each brother on his way up or down.

No one in Sig Lam ever seemed to notice what Bill was doing. To them, while

he was fulfilling his compulsion, he was just a natural part of the

environment.

In Room 14 lived Thomas and Dominic Parks. These identical twins were on the

swim team, and had the classic swimmer's build, lean and muscled. Both were

blond, 5'10", and smooth all over their chests and legs. Since they were on

the same team, and shared many classes, they were often seen together, and

it was difficult to tell them apart. But once they arrived in their room,

things changed. The minute Tom arrived, he had to remove all his clothes; he

was prohibited from wearing anything in the room. When Dom arrived, Tom

crawled over to him and licked his shoes. Then Tom would have to undress Dom

and put his clothes away. If Dom had had a bad day, he might punch or kick

Tom or push Tom around, which Tom secretly enjoyed. Tom also had to satisfy

Dom sexually in any way Dom desired. And as Dom's desires grew more and more

extreme, Tom's hunger to be humiliated only grew.

At night, Dom would sleep on the bed, while Tom would sleep on the floor at

Dom's feet. Sometimes Tom would lie awake for hours, staring up at the edge

of the bed and wishing he could sniff or lick Dom's feet, but he was afraid

if he were caught he would be severely punished. Tom worshipped his brother.

While Tom felt he was horribly flawed, he knew that Dom was perfect. Tom

knew he deserved to be punished and humiliated by Dom at all times when they

were in their room. Tom wished he could be like his perfect brother, but

knew he never could be. He vaguely remembered that they had once been

friends and equals back in high school, but that had all changed after they

had joined Sig Lam. For his part, Dom enjoyed having his pussy brother at

his beck and call, as his punching bag and foot slave. He wondered why he

never realized how much more of a man he was than Tom while they were in

high school.

In room 16 lived Charlie and Dan. Charlie was on the wrestling team; he was

in the 180 weight class, and was built accordingly, with a large chest and

big pecs. Every day after classes, Charlie had to make sure he got home

before his roommate Dan. He would run into the bathroom, apply makeup and

lipstick, then go into the bedroom and put on panties. He got no sexual

satisfaction from this, but he was fully convinced that his life in the

fraternity depended on his fooling Dan into thinking he was really Shirley,

Dan's girlfriend. Every day when Dan got back to the room, he was thrilled

and excited to find Shirley, mostly undressed, waiting to pleasure him. To

anyone else who looked into the room, there would have been the weird sight

of a built dark-haired wrestler with stubble on his chin, wearing women's

underwear and makeup, and being treated like a submissive girl by a thin,

boyish preppy. But to Dan, all he saw was Shirley. Dan loved Shirley, and he

found all of her exciting. He was a "tits" man, and loved to fondle and suck

on Shirley's well-formed ones as foreplay. While for some reason Shirley

would not let him fuck her in the regular sense, she seemed willing to have

him fuck her up the ass.

Dan occasionally wondered why Shirley wouldn't go out in public with him,

but he became more convinced that she would move in with him when he

graduated next June. And for some reason, as the weeks went by, Charlie was

coming more and more to the same conclusion; he HAD to move in permanently

with Dan so that Dan would never know his deception.

Room 19 had Steve and James, both prep types from New Jersey. Steve was

handsome but not model-quality stunning, dark haired, slim, about 5'11",

from a middle class family; James was also fairly good-looking, auburn hair,

somewhat better built, and about 6'2", from a wealthy family in the New York

suburbs. They were both straight, good students, and popular around campus.

There was no sexual attraction between them. The odd thing was that, since

they became roommates at Sig Lam, James found himself forced to obey

everything Steve told him to do, without question. As time went by James'

duties increased, to the point where he was doing the laundry, the cooking,

the driving, arranging the studying, going on errands, and even setting up

dates for Steve. Steve didn't know why it was happening, but with no

complaint from James, Steve was soon using every minute of James' free time

for his own benefit. James was also using his money to buy things that Steve

wanted, even borrowing from his father to pay Steve's tuition. Since his

father, while rich, had strict ideas about money, James knew he would have

to use all the money from his summer internship to repay the loan.

Neither Steve nor James seemed to think there was anything unusual about

this. As Steve's requirements increased, James simply buckled down and

worked harder. On those rare occasions when the thought popped into his head

that this was somehow wrong, he was unable to communicate this with anyone

else, and the thought eventually faded.

Like Room 19, Room 22 also had two good-looking but unexceptional roommates.

They went through each day, and even each evening in the room, perfectly

normally. They had only one quirk: once they began rooming together at Sig

Lam, each soon discovered he could not get to sleep without the aroma of his

roommate's feet near his nose. They slept head to toe in a single narrow bed

for this reason. When either one of them left campus, he had to take a bag

of his roommate's very ripe socks with him to be able to sleep anywhere.

On the top floor of the house, in Room 30, lived Lance, the president of the

fraternity. Lance was one of only two brothers in the house who knew

something was going on, and it was hardly a coincidence that he had been

elected president that year. The other brother in the know was John, the

frat's pledge master, who lived next door in room 31. His job was to find

the next generation of members that would serve the frat's purposes, as they

had come to be redefined. John's first find was Kevin, a freshman soccer

stud from Minnesota, 6' tall with Scandinavian innocent good looks and quite

muscular legs. His constant workouts had also given him an impressive

six-pack for the 17-year-old he was (having been admitted early). John had

decided to grant Kevin "probational early admission" to the fraternity as

well. Kevin wasn't sure at first, but after his first frat meeting he knew

he would do ANYTHING to become a Sig Lam.

Lance had moved Kevin into his room, and informed him that he was to become

Lance's personal helper for the next two months. If he successfully

accomplished that, he would become a member of the frat. Kevin started out

helping Lance with administrative work at the frat, but from week to week,

the jobs became more personal. It soon became clear to Kevin that Lance was

gay, and very attracted to him. Normally that might have bothered Kevin, but

under the circumstances (and after a frat meeting or two), he was glad it

gave him a chance to enter a fraternity that would otherwise not have

considered him.

The services Lance demanded became increasingly sexual. Lance liked having

the innocent Kevin suck his cock, lick his pits, jerk off on his shoes (and

lick up the result). BUt what really got Lance off was that, as time went

by, Kevin could anticipate Lance's every wish. Just a look from Lance, and

Kevin would instantly figure out what Lance wanted him to do, and do it,

without a word spoken. For example. with the right glance, Kevin would

immediately drop to his hands and knees and present his ass for fucking.

Meanwhile, Kevin got his satisfaction, and a sexual rush, not from the

sexual actions themselves, but from pleasing Lance and obeying his desires.

A smile or satisfied moan from Lance could almost cause Kevin to cum in his

pants (but not quite, without Lance's permission).

II.

One morning, in the freshman dorm, Bobby Burston was alone in his quad

room's bathroom finishing his shower. Bobby, 6'6" with chestnut hair, a grin

that made him look 15, and a well-worked-out bod, had been a second-team

All-American as a tight end and kicker on his Texas high school football

team, and had been heavily recruited by the school. He was looking forward

to four years of football, (illegal) beer drinking, and womanizing. As he

dried himself off, he admired the effect his new workout regimen was giving

his smooth upper body. He wished he looked older, though; he sometimes

thought his "Opie"-like looks made it hard for his teammates to take him

seriously. He had tried, but failed, to grow any kind of facial hair.

As he dried off his long arms and big, sure hands -- so useful on the field

for making tackles and catching footballs -- he thought he saw someone in

the door, but when he looked, no one was there. As he toweled off his firm

buns, he once again caught a glimpse at the door. This time, Bobby ran out

into the bedroom and grabbed the guy he found there. The boy was young,

clearly in early high school, maybe about 15, about 5'7", longish blond

hair, skinny, and with a face that made him look even younger. The boy had

been carrying a notepad, which he dropped when Bobby grabbed him.

Effortlessly, Bobby held the frightened boy suspended over the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bobby growled. "Starin' at me in the shower?

You some kind of faggot or something?"

"I... I... I'm sorry, sir... I was just.. lost.. please don't hurt me,

please..." begged the boy, squirming in Bobby's grip.

"You're disgusting. I don't understand that faggot shit, nohow. I never felt

nothing for no guy. Never knew no one that did, neither. Your kind makes me

sick. Now get outta here, you don't belong in here. If I ever see you in

here again, I'm gonna kick your ass all over this place."

Bobby let go, dropping the boy to the ground.

The boy sprang to his feet, grabbed his notepad from the floor, and ran to

the stairs and out of the dorm. On the dorm's front steps, he paused a

moment, jotted something on the notepad, and then walked out to the

sidewalk. Immediately, a car that had been waiting down the street pulled up

in front of him. The boy got in the passenger side, and the car took off.

III.

The weekly Sig Lam meeting was that evening. No brother ever missed a

meeting, not for any reason. The meeting chamber was in the basement, and

two beefy brothers (football linemen) were posted at the door to the

basement stairs, to prevent any non-brothers from getting in. As each member

entered the meeting chamber in the basement, he was handed a large cup of

Kool-Aid, which he drank when he sat down. Once all the brothers were

accounted for, Lance, the fraternity president, walked up to the raised

platform at the front of the room. Waiting until he saw by their swaying

heads that the laced Kool-Aid had taken effect, he began the ritual. He

removed the blanket covering a large copy of the fraternity symbol, with a

moving spiral behind it. "Gaze upon the greatness of Sigma Lambda Alpha", he

intoned over and over, Each brother lifted his head and gazed at the

symbol. Aided by the drug in the Kool-Aid, and the induction by Lance, all

were soon completely suggestible and in the power of the speaker.

As the brothers were drifting off downstairs, a car pulled up in front of

the fraternity. Two people stepped out and walked in: the driver, Wayne, who

was a Sig Lam brother, looking a bit dazed but happy, and a slight blond boy

of about 15, striding confidently, almost cocky. As the boy made his way to

the basement stairs, the two beefy brothers guarding the stair entrance

stood at attention and stared straight ahead, a glint of fear in their eyes,

but also growing bulges appearing in their pants.

The boy got to the basement, moved past the seated hypnotized brothers and

stepped onto the podium. The spiralled symbol had done its work, so Lance

turned it off, re-covered it and stepped to the side, making way for the boy

to assume the center of the platform.

"I am the Grand Master of Sigma Lambda Alpha", the boy repeated three times.

This information seemed to flip a switch in the zonked brothers. In their

drugged state, they became even more relaxed and attentive. "Repeat after

me: 'I hear and obey. I hear and obey. I hear and obey.'..." The Grand

Master led the group further and further down an imaginary stair, leaving

their minds completely open to any belief and suggestion. He then proceeded

to begin programming them with the information they needed for the next

week.

"First order of business. In two weeks I'm turning 16 and getting my

driver's license. I've had my eye on a silver Porsche you'll find at the

dealer on ROute 12. It would be suspicious if I owned it personally, but I

know you have enough in the Sig Lam funds to buy it as a frat car. Only I am

allowed to drive it, unless I call and instruct one of you to pick me up in

it. It'll be your job to keep it shining and in good condition. I'll expect

some of you to spend your weekends waxing it, keeping it in great running

condition, and even cleaning the hub caps with a toothbrush. Keeping my

Porsche beautiful is a point of pride for all Sig Lam brothers.

"As your weekly reward for attending, you'll be able to cum tonight. You'll

realize that your ability to cum is a gift from me, even though most of you

don't even consciously know who I am. For the rest of the week, you will not

be able to cum without explicit permission from me or Lance.

"As always, you will use all your time for workouts and studying. I'll need

fit, smart slaves to be able to help me live my life the way I deserve to,

as your Grand Master. And those of you on scholarships need to excel at your

sports and academics to keep them. Now, it's time for me to see how you're

coming along and make adjustments. Stand as I call your name.

"First, Tom and Dom." Both hypnotized twins stood up. "I think it's time we

moved your relationship to a new, more extreme level..."

Once he had reinforced his hypnotic power over each member of the fraternity

at the meeting, and modified the behavior of some of them, he ordered them

to sleep. At his command, the heads of all the seated brothers nodded. The

Grand Master, president Lance, and John the Sig Lam pledge master carrying

the Kool-Aid bucket, walked off the podium and up the basement stairs. At

the top, they were joined by the two guard brothers, and all five went up to

Lance's room. As they entered, Kenny the pledge candidate stood at

attention, naked except for his dog collar and with his dick hard, as he had

been ordered. The Grand Master glanced in his direction, thinking what a

fine addition Kenny would be to the frat, and designing in his mind a few

very satisfying experiments he could set up with him.

The Grand Master pulled a piece of notepaper from his pocket, and passed it

to Lance and John. "Here are a few guys I think we should pledge. Heard of

any of them?" Both Lance and John noticed the name of Bobby Burston. John

said, "I'd like him, Grand Master, but don't you think he's going to pledge

Tau Epsilon, the dumb jock frat?" "I think we can convince him to come here,

and I have some SPECIAL plans for him," replied the Grand Master. He

described his ordeal at the freshman dorm. "Once we get him, he'll start

dreaming about me, sneaking around to get my dirty underwear to jerk off

with, keeping pictures of me in his room. He'll get totally obsessed, man!

And he'll be forbidden to talk to me or even let me see him, until I make

his humiliation complete. Ha! I'm gettin' hard just picturing him lying

there, horny as hell, imagining himself crawling, beggin' to serve me!" An

evil grin came over the Grand Master's face.

"By the way, do you need any more of the stuff from my dad's lab for next

week's meeting?"

"I don't think so, we've got enough," replied Lance. "Unless you want to try

that experiment with the basketball team that we discussed."

"Nah, I haven't even finished with most of the guys here in the house yet.

We'll set that one up when their season begins. I'll be able to do a lot

more next year, when my big brother starts school here and joins Sig Lam."

"You keep him drugged too?" asked John.

"Don't have to. I've had him under my control for the last year and a half.

He knows if he doesn't obey me completely, he'll beat himself up. Last time,

he gave himself a black eye and nearly broke his nose. It's so built in now

he obeys without even thinking about it. And under my enforced workout

suggestions, he's getting really buff, too. You'll like him alot."

After some discussion of the other pledge candidates, it was time for the

entertainment. The guards, Big Doug and Bruno, were ordered to strip down to

the jockstraps they had been required to wear, and forced to wrestle. The

match was in earnest, because the one that lost, while remaining totally

straight, would be completely at the mercy of the now-gay winner for the

following week. Both guards were hugely muscled, weighing nearly 300 pounds

and solid as a rock. Big Doug was a few inches taller than Bruno, but Bruno

was actually the heavier of the two and won these weekly events more often,

but the two were fairly matched. Watching the crunch of muscle on muscle,

Lance and John both involuntarily moved their hands to their crotches and

stroked slowly, while Kevin watched Lance in case he was needed to fulfill

any of Lance's desires.

At first, Bruno seemed to be getting the better of it. He took down Big Doug

and was pressing his advantage on the floor. His leg muscles flexing, Bruno

tried to crush Doug's head between his thighs, Doug's face buried in his

crotch. But Doug was eventually able to use his height to leverage his way

over Bruno, reversed the situation, and eventually made Bruno submit.

Immediately on winning, Doug smiled, looked fondly down at Bruno, placed one

big foot on Bruno's chest, got hard in his jockstrap, and began plans on how

to use Bruno the following week.

Now it was time for Lance, John, Kenny, and the guards to have their

Kool-Aid and receive their hypnotic reinforcement and programming for the

following week. When they awoke, the Grand Master was gone, and only Lance

and John had any memory of him having been there, and of what happened. Doug

got dressed and led the near-naked Bruno to his room on a leash, carrying

his clothes, to begin his week of servitude. Bruno shuddered at the thought,

but knew there was absolutely nothing he could do about it or say to anyone.

John went downstairs to awaken the rest of the brothers. When he got down

there, he noticed that a few of the brothers were already gone. This made

him only mildly curious, since it had happened before. The remaining

brothers slowly woke and returned to their rooms, convinced they had just

experienced an ordinary, boring meeting. Back in Lance's room, at a look

from Lance, Kenny dropped to his knees, removed Lance's shoes, and lay back

under Lance's desk to be used as a footrest.

In Room 27, unknown to its inhabitants, a new experiment was starting. There

were now two roommates: Cliff, the 6'11" center of the basketball team, and

Cody, a tightly-muscled 5'6" gymnast. Cliff had always been attracted to

muscled short guys -- at least he thought he had, he couldn't quite remember

-- and found buzz-cut blond Cody particularly hot. He thought of himself as

overgrown, awkward and unattractive, and of Cody as his physical ideal. He

wished he were small and tight like Cody. When Cody was out of the room,

Cliff would sniff Cody's bed, his dirty clothes, and his sneakers that

looked so small next to Cliff's ungainly big feet. Each day his attraction

to Cody would grow. But Cliff was compelled never to tell Cody any of this,

since Cody was straight and Cliff didn't want to risk having Cliff move out

of the room.

Meanwhile, Cody had always had a thing for tall guys (or so he thought). He

could barely prevent himself from getting hard every time he looked up past

Cliff's well-developed chest, pecs and biceps, and into his blue eyes under

that curly red hair. When Cliff wasn't in the room, Cody would put his size

8 feet into Cliff's size 16 shoes and jerk off. Although Cody had the

buffed, muscular body of a gymnast, he thought of himself as pitifully

short, and wished he were taller. Every day, Cody got hornier and more

attracted to Cliff. But he was compelled never to tell Cliff about it, since

Cliff was straight and Cody didn't want to gross him out and cause him to

move out.

As his preppy slave Wayne drove him home in Wayne's Bimmer, the Grand Master

smiled. It would be interesting to see how the new Cliff/Cody experiment

progressed over time as the sexual frustration level went up day after

day...

The Frat Control Experiment

1. Parts IV-V

by: webb025@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are

offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this.

This is the continuation of the story begun in Parts I-III in an earlier

file. You'll have much more fun with this if you read those parts first.

Also, I appreciate reader feedback. It helps determine what and whether I

write, by proving that someone is actually reading this stuff! :)

IV.

It was the evening of the Monday before Thanksgiving. The weather was

already brisk, and a fire was going in the fireplace in the living room,

where Bill McPherson was currently serving as the ottoman to an easy chair

occupied by Dennis, last year's star first baseman. Dennis sat back and

talked on the phone while he absent-mindedly rubbed his large white-socked

feet across what appeared to him to be a smooth, comfortable piece of

furniture. Dennis was making plans to go home for the holiday.

The Grand Master was up in Lance's room with John, making plans for the

first time many of the brothers would be leaving town since their unwitting

involvement in the Master's various experiments. They had to make sure that

nothing in the brothers' programming would cause suspicion back home. Kenny,

Lance's freshman "personal assistant", having finished his school work for

the day, sat obediently in the corner, licking clean the insides of a

raunchy old pair of Lance's running shoes.

"I'm not worried about the 'ripe feet' guys, they'll be bringing each

other's socks with them," said the Master. "Although at the last meeting I

raised the stakes, and now they have to have a whiff of each other's socks

every few hours. Steve is planning to drive home in the car James just

bought for him, but he'll tell his folks he borrowed it. Or maybe he'll just

have James drive him home wearing a chauffeur's cap. Bill the furniture guy

won't have his compulsion when he's not here at the house. He doesn't even

consciously realize he has it when he's here. Tomorrow is the last day of

Doug's current enslavement to Bruno, so those two can just go home. They'd

be far too embarrassed to tell anyone about their weekly arrangement, since

they think that no one else knows. Dan isn't expecting to bring Shirley home

for his family Thanksgiving, and so Charlie will be relieved that he can get

away himself without revealing his true identity to Dan.

"As for Bobby Burston, I let him follow me into a laundromat downtown and

steal a cum- and sweat-encrusted jockstrap of mine that I didn't change out

of for a week. He'll probably wear it over his nose and mouth on his long

drive home to Texas. He's still afraid to let me see him anyway, so his

leaving town won't matter. You two are fine. That leaves Kenny, Tom and Dom,

and Cliff and Cody."

At the mention of his name, and a look from Lance, Kenny took his nose and

tongue out from deep inside one of Lance's fragrant shoes, frigged himself

instantly to total hardness, and stood to attention, staring straight ahead.

"Yeah, that's right, we can't send Kenny to Duluth like this, can we?" said

Lance affectionately. "I'm gonna miss him this weekend. We've developed an

almost psychic bond."

"All right, when we're done here let's take him downstairs and make him as

normal as we can. I'm not sure how we're going to make him temporarily

forget his situation, yet remember enough to talk about his school days when

he gets home. We'll figure it out later."

"I'm worried about Tom and Dom, though," said John. "They've gotten to the

point of some regular physical abuse that both of them now want. We had to

program the brothers who live in nearby rooms not to hear the noises from

Tom and Dom's room. Of course, since they're on the swim team, Dom knows he

can't leave visible marks anywhere but on Tom's ass. What can we do?"

"Well, I guess we could just order them to hide their 'true' situation from

their folks, and pretend that they're equals while they're at home. It's

only for a few days. If they need an abuse 'fix', they'll just have to leave

their house to get it," the Grand Master decided.

"Okay, then what's the situation with Cliff and Cody?" Cliff was the 6'11"

basketball center who lived with Cody, the 5'6" gymnast, with totally

repressed mutual lust.

"Yeah, that could be a problem. They're kind of dependent on each other's

presence, even though they don't know it. The next thing I was planning to

do with them was give them the illusion that when they jerked off with each

other's clothes, Cody would get taller and Cliff shorter. I wanted to see

how that would change their relationship. I wondered if it would also affect

their basketball and gymnastics abilities. What are their family situations?

If they stayed here for Thanksgiving, maybe I could do the whole

taller/shorter scene over the weekend."

"I don't think we can do that," said Lance. "Cliff is from a big, close

family. He has three brothers, one older, two younger, and they're all real

tall. Even the 15-year-old is 6'8". Come to think of it, Cody has three

brothers too. His older brother was an alternate on the Olympic gymnastics

team. They all visited here last year, and all three brothers are that

compact, muscular gymnast type."

"Wow. If we could get all the brothers on both sides to visit here at the

same time, imagine the possibilities..." The Grand Master drifted briefly

into some highly erotic thoughts: pairing them off into passionate couples

by age, or possibly having all the short ones on their knees gazing

lustfully up into the crotches of the tall ones, or possibly having the

short ones climb onto the tall ones and forcing them to give them rides on

their long, muscled backs or broad shoulders. "Well, that's a future

project. Meanwhile, bring Cliff and Cody downstairs later one at a time, and

we'll ease up the pressure just for the weekend. We'll have them each drop

the idea around home of a family visit here in the spring. Oh, and don't

forget, Cliff's body size means we need an extra portion of Kool-Aid, just

like we usually do for Doug and Bruno.

"All right, I guess we're set for Thanksgiving. Now to some new business.

Remember earlier this year when we were discussing possible pledges, and I

mentioned..." One of the Grand Master's freshman pledge prospects, Jason

Cole, had pledged Rho Tau Rho instead. Jason, a member of the volleyball

team, was a tall (6'7") blond typical southern California surfer dude, with

hair that fell in his eyes. Unlike many of the other pledge selections, the

Master was sure from observation that Jason was bi, or possibly even gay. At

least, Jason had never seemed to object when the Master lingered in the

bathroom while Jason was showering, and sometimes even winked and seemed to

be showing off while soaping up. And he had reason to show off; beyond his

tall tight surfer's bod, he sported the biggest equipment the Master had

seen to date in his short life, certainly more than any of the Sig Lam

brothers. His cock was at least eight or nine inches soft, and on the hefty

side. And from Jason's occasional soaping-up display, the Master could see

that it would add several full inches when provoked. At Sig Lam, only Cliff

even came close to matching Jason's length, although he was not as big

around.

Naturally, the Grand Master's excited thoughts were more about controlling

Jason than actually having sex with him. Since Jason had pledged RTR, the

Master now began to plot an experiment together with Lance and John. Lance

would meet with Roger, the RTR president, offer him a spiked drink, and

then, while he was in a highly suggestible state, he would convince Roger to

bring small groups of RTR brothers to Sig Lam on some pretext, where they

would be programmed. The Master explained to Lance and John that he had

decided to set up RTR as a hierarchy based completely on cock size. "If

someone is slightly 'bigger' than you, he's your bud, but you're likely to

believe him and follow his suggestions. If he's several full inches bigger,

you'll respect him and do most of what he says. And if he's REALLY bigger,

then you'll practically worship him, and be totally in awe of him. You won't

even think about refusing him anything."

"Wow," said John. "That's going to change things around over there. I've

seen Roger showering at the gym, and he's tiny, maybe a couple of inches at

the most. And I've heard you describe Jason..."

"That's right. Jason the freshman will immediately become president of the

frat. And Roger, I guess, will be looked down on by most of the brothers.

They'll make fun of him, push him around. They'll probably make him scrub

the toilets, wash the dishes, collect the garbage, run their personal

errands. But he'll feel he has to do it, since his brothers are so much more

godlike than he is.

"The part that's really interesting is that I'm sure most of the RTR

brothers are straight, but their new president will be gay. And I'm sure

Jason will be able to turn their immense respect and admiration for him into

sexual favors. But will that 'turn' any of them around, with no more drugs

or programming? Will they do it because they have to, or will they start to

WANT to do it? THAT's what I want to know."

"Are you going to set up regular 'hypno-meetings' over there?" asked Lance.

"Heck no, I don't have enough time. But I'll control Jason, so I'll control

his 'weapon', and his weapon will control the frat."

v.

It was eight o'clock on a late December evening towards the end of the term.

Christmas was coming, and the Sigma Lambda Alpha fraternity was decorated

for the occasion. In the brothers-only television lounge stood what they all

considered to be a festively decorated Christmas tree, although if any

outsider had stepped in, they would instead have seen it was really Bill

McPherson, standing motionless, naked with his arms and legs extended,

covered with tinsel and with decorative balls hanging from his fingers,

hair, and genitals.

Over at RTR, freshman and president Jason Cole was enjoying the start of the

second month of his exalted status. When he wasn't playing volleyball or

working out, he'd spend the evening in his room reading and doing school

work, with the door open, wearing nothing but boxers, sprawled on a

reclining chair with his long muscled legs stretched out and one big foot

over the other. Occasionally he would raise a hand to brush his long

straw-blond hair out of his eyes; occasionally he would lower the hand to

absently stroke the symbol of his authority, semi-hard and poking well out

of his underwear. He was now living in the largest room in the house, which

formerly was Roger's room, and although it was on the top floor, many of the

brothers would find an excuse to pass by his door and admire this incredible

man. Originally, the straight ones among them would have a pang of fear when

Jason called out "Yo dude, come in here a minute" as they passed his door,

but as time went by, they began to look forward to it, and would even linger

a bit by the door hoping he would call them in. The sheer honor and

excitement of serving someone that great gave them such a rush that they

began to imagine themselves doing it while they were jerking off in their

own rooms. Almost every room secretly had a copy of one of Jason's

volleyball photos under the bed. An important milestone in the experiment

had been reached recently when Mark Hilgren, a senior and lifelong confirmed

heterosexual, found that he had to imagine himself serving Jason in order to

have sex with his long-time girlfriend. She was none the wiser, but Mark

worried that it was just a matter of time before only the real thing would

do.

The tone of the frat had changed quite a bit in the past month. Most of the

brothers were decent, nice guys, who would never be inclined to inflict

humiliation on a smaller-dicked, and thus weaker-willed, brother. But Craig

Hodgson, the member with the second-largest cock in the frat, had a latent

nasty side. When he would come home drunk from town, he would occasionally

pick on one of the smaller brothers, using his cock-boosted willpower to

forcibly involve others who would not otherwise have wanted to participate.

Thus, there would be four or five brothers forcing the unfortunate victim to

kneel before them, begging them to grind their shoes into his groin, to

force him to lick out a urinal, or whatever else happened to cross Craig's

drunk mind. Usually Craig sobered up by the end, ordering the victim not to

tell anyone what happened. To the victim, of course, his ultra-masculine

word was law.

Roger, the former RTR president, was now living in a small room on the first

floor with Wally, a skinny, freckled pledge with oversized horn-rimmed

glasses. Wally had pledged the frat as a legacy, since his dad had been a

member. Wally had been resigned to being at the bottom of the social totem

pole, as he had been in high school. Now, though, his five-inch-when-erect

cock was double the size of his new roommate's, and put him in complete

charge. After a month or so, he found he had a sadistic streak he never

realized, ordering Roger around, and occasionally using him as a punching

bag or delivering a kick to his privates when he was angry or frustrated.

But the more he did it, the more respect he saw in Roger's face. Having a

senior and the former frat president look up to him so much excited him,

made him feel like a real man. His resulting self-confidence carried over to

his day-to-day activities, much to his benefit.

Meanwhile, as Roger's self-esteem withered, he found himself cowering more

and more in the room his free time. His brothers had long since commanded

him to break up with his girlfriend, saying he wasn't man enough to deserve

one, and of course he was forced to agree with them. While Craig, or some of

the other brothers acting under Craig's big-dick influence, would

recreationally find new ways to humiliate him -- or rather order him to

humiliate himself, sometimes in front of their girlfriends or even in front

of strangers -- at least being in the room with Wally was a more predictable

environment, and he knew ways of keeping Wally happy so his punishment would

be kept at a minimum. Often a back or foot massage after a long day would

keep Wally purring contentedly. Wally was such a great man. Roger was

grateful to still be in a fraternity of such great men.

Back at Sig Lam, some new experiments were underway. The Grand Master had

admired the physique of Dennis the baseball player, so now whenever Dennis

was anywhere in the house, he wore nothing but his white socks. In the

television lounge, at the dinner table, in the rec room playing pool, Dennis

was always dressed, or rather undressed, identically. Naturally, no one

noticed this, least of all Dennis. This led to some highly amusing scenes:

Dennis at the coffee machine in the morning, naked among a group of brothers

heavily dressed in warm winter clothes; or Dennis naked in the living room

chair with Bill the ottoman under his socked feet, each brother largely

oblivious to the other. Of course, the humor in all this was only apparent

to Lance, John, and the Grand Master during his visits.

At Thanksgiving, Cliff and Cody had successfully lobbied their families to

arrange a school visit at spring break, and all their respective brothers

planned to show up. When Cliff got back to the frat, the Grand Master used

him to initiate the basketball team experiment he had planned a month

previously. Cliff brought each team member to Sig Lam, where with a drink

and some induction the Grand Master put him under. The Master learned that

all but one of the twelve basketball team members were straight (actually,

all but TWO, since Cliff himself had been firmly reprogrammed). Fine, he

thought, that would make the experiment even better.

Visiting a local skate park, the Grand Master rounded up a dozen 14- and

15-year-old skater dudes, and brought them to the house with the promise of

free new equipment. Since he wasn't much older than they were, and was

bringing them onto the college campus, they weren't in the least suspicious,

and happily drank the Kool-Aid they were offered. Once they were all in a

trance, each one was brought into a room with an equally zonked basketball

player. There, the player became convinced that before each game, to be able

to focus, to be the best player he could be, he NEEDED the protein in a

freshly-made hot cum drink willingly made by his skater. Meanwhile, the

skater became convinced that it was a very natural thing for his college

basketball player to want to suck his cock.

And that was it. The basketball player was under no direct compulsion to do

anything the skater said, but the skater was in a great negotiating

position. Desperate for cum from his skater, each player would have to do

something for him, depending on the skater's whim. The player couldn't

threaten or force the skater to cum, of course, since scaring a skater,

especially a straight one, would hardly result in a willing orgasm. So

before each game, the helpless player would have to perform for his skater.

On a few occasions it might involve something sexual, like jerking the

skater off, or offering him the use of his (hypnotized) girlfriend, but more

often it involved a personal favor, a piece of new equipment, or an act of

public humiliation in front of the skater's high school friends -- calling

him Sir, licking his skate shoes, sniffing his pits, performing a strip act.

(The skaters were however programmed to keep things discreet, since the

Grand Master didn't want any of this experiment publicly known.) The player

would be caught between disgust at the humiliating acts, and lust for the

cum. The Grand Master wondered if the latter would eventually overcome the

former, and cause relationships that lasted past the final game of the

season.

Now that the basketball season was underway, the Grand Master was

entertained at various times with the sight of a tall muscular basketball

forward, or a smart, strong floor-general guard, with the well-exercised

legs, defined upper body and biceps of a Division I college basketball

player, serving at the pleasure of a scrawny teen skater dude. As the months

went by, the skaters would go a little further each time, testing their pet

player's limits. The Grand Master would sometimes stand invisibly in the

room, noting how far each skater was trying to go, and he would wonder how

far the desperate player was willing to let the skater take it.

The Master also used his basketball experiment to finally resolve the Room

27 situation with Cliff and Cody. As he had arranged, they had secretly

longed for each other for over a month, and each longed to be tall/short

like the other. Cliff was the only basketball player who didn't room with

another player or room alone, so bringing together Cliff and his skater dude

cum god each game day and avoiding Cody was a tricky proposition. The Master

had hand-picked Josh to be cliff's controlling skater dude. Josh was gay, 15

and 5'8" tall, with silky black hair and totally smooth, pale skin. He had a

scar over his upper lip, sported an evil grin, had penetrating pale blue

eyes, and had a fondness for black leather clothes. At first, he was

satisfied each game day with receiving a full-body tongue job from Cliff,

who would lick him clean of sweat before getting his cum reward. Seeing the

6'11" redhead's muscles tense and flex while he went about his job would get

Josh off quickly, much to Cliff's relief. After all, Cliff loved Cody, his

buff gymnast stud, not this scrawny... yet amazing... cum god.

After a few sessions, though, Josh brought in a dog collar and leash, and

made Cliff wear them. Before he would let Cliff at his cock, he would lead

him around the room, Josh in his leather clothes and Cliff crawling on the

floor completely naked, degrading Cliff further by placing his boot on

Cliff's large back or crotch, or forcing him to lap water out of the toilet.

After Cliff had tongue-cleaned his leather pants, Josh would tease him with

his cock for a while, watching Cliff's long tongue trying to catch it, and

would then grab Cliff's curly red hair and slam his face into his crotch.

Sometimes he would pull away from Cliff and shoot his cum somewhere else,

like on his own boots, or on Cliff's size 16 feet, or even in Cliff's hair.

Then Cliff would desperately go after the cum while it was still hot,

scooping and licking until every drop was gone.

To Cliff, the cum tasted like the nectar of the gods. Whenever he swallowed

it, he felt himself growing stronger, smarter, more adept. He felt the cum

making him more of a man, more a member of a winning team. Instead of

harboring a longing feeling of missing something, he felt whole; he felt

complete. He would look gratefully up at his cum god for making him a man.

When the team would assemble before the game, he saw the joy and confidence

in his teammate's faces and knew they had just gone through the same thing.

As the weeks went by, Cliff was going through an emotional transformation.

He still loved Cody, and dreamed of living a life with him. His game day cum

lust didn't change that. But he suffered a shock one day towards the end of

the season, when Cody walked in unexpectedly while Cliff was busy licking

the last of the cum from Josh's boots. As Cliff turned and looked up at

Cody, feeling humiliated, Cody was at first amazed, then excited, and

finally extremely jealous of Josh. For a moment, they just stared at each

other.

BUt Josh had been programmed to be prepared for just this eventuality by the

Grand Master. Stiffening to attention, he uttered the frat's control phrase,

which caused both Cliff and Cody to instantly go into a trance. After

working them deeper into their trances as he had been trained to do, Josh

began to alter their programming. "Cliff," he said, causing Cliff's head to

perk up with his eyes still closed. "You love Cody. You always have. While

you enjoy being my cum slave on game days, it's Cody's tight muscle bod you

want to curl up with, it's Cody you want to live with forever." Cliff

grunted in agreement.

"Since you've been a good cum slave, I'm going to give you a great gift.

Whenever you jerk off using Cody's sneakers or old clothes, you'll become

shorter and tighter. You'll notice your clothes getting looser, your shoes

seeming bigger, as you become like him. This is what you've always wanted,

to be trim like Cody, not overgrown like you are." Cliff again grunted in

agreement.

"And Cody..." Eyes closed, Cody's head perked up. "You love Cliff. You know

he's my cum slave, but he's just doing it to play basketball better. You're

not jealous of me. You want to be in his arms for the rest of your life."

Cody groaned, "Yessss..."

"Here is your gift. When you put on Cliff's shoes and jerk off with his

jersey, you'll feel yourself growing taller. You'll feel your feet getting

bigger in his shoes. You'll feel your arms getting longer. You will become

big like him, not small and insignificant like you are now." Again, Cody

groaned, "Yessss..."

"When you, Cody, become taller than Cliff, and you, Cliff, become shorter

than Cody, you will be able to reveal your love to one other. Your days of

hiding will be over. The great love of your lives will then begin. Other

people will still act as if you, Cliff, were still tall, and you, Cody, were

still short. They won't see the change. But you two will know it when you

are standing together, and you, Cliff, are gazing way up into Cody's eyes,

with your small hand enveloped in his huge one, his immense tongue filling

your mouth.

"You will remember all this subconsciously. But for now you will forget...

forget... forget..."

Having reached the end of his own "program", Josh shook his head awake.

Having forgotten everything that just happened, he looked down and noticed

his cum slave looking dazed and contented, with a few drops of cum left on

his lips, and his slave's roommate, also dazed, looking off into the

distance. Satisfied at having gotten off, Josh zipped up his pants and left

the room. When Cliff and Cody slowly awoke, they stole glances at each other

with frustrated longing, but also with a buried sense of great hope that

they had never felt before. They had no idea where the sense of hope came

from, but they were soon destined to find out. The Grand Master didn't mind

if one of his experiments ended in great happiness for the subjects.

And so the Grand Master's basketball team experiment played itself out. The

mentalities of most of the players were slowly altered across the season to

where they actually looked forward to their pregame activities, much as one

might enjoy a pregame workout. The funny part was, the team played

considerably better than expected. They seemed more focused, and played as a

team as never before. They rose in the college ranks, won their league, and

were invited to the NCAA tournament. Of course they had to pay to arrange to

have their skaters come to the regional tournament in order to have a fresh

supply of cum. The Grand Master didn't want to miss being in the hotel room

where the scene unfolded of the wiry shirtless skater dudes, standing in a

row with their arms crossed, looking down fondly as their tall muscled jock

cum slaves, naked and on their knees, sucked their teen cocks for all they

were worth. Clearly, all of them, even the "straight" jocks and skaters,

were getting enjoyment out of this. The full season had obviously worked

changes on them all.

The tournament began the next day. Even though they were in way over their

heads, the team won their first round game before losing in the second round

by 4 points to the eventual tournament winner.

Incredible what the power of the mind can do, thought the Grand Master from

his box seat at the first round game. Next year, I've got to set up

something between the football team and the high school chess club...

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The Frat Control Experiment

Parts VI-IX

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Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are

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This is the continuation of the story begun in Parts I-V in two earlier

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VI.

The end of the school year was approaching, and with it final exams. The

grades of the Sig Lams had been slipping, and the Grand Master did not want

the frat to come to the attention of the Greek Council. With help from his

allies, Sig Lam officers Lance and John, he arranged for help from the

"academic" frat Gamma Kappa. One by one, they captured and "reprogrammed"

the Gammas. At their next meeting, the hypnotized nerds had voted secret

changes into their fraternity bylaws, making their members personally

obligated to Sig Lam brothers. Any Gamma would have to help any Sig Lam

whenever he was asked to, in any way. After the meeting, the Gammas forgot

that it had ever been otherwise. They had ALWAYS been obligated to the Sig

Lams.

Soon, the Gamma Kappas were spending all their spare time helping the Sig

Lams get ready for their finals. However, while it had not been part of the

Grand Master's plans, the occasional Sig Lam would take advantage of the

GKs' artificial feelings of obligation to obtain more personal services from

them. Mason, a built but otherwise average-looking sophomore member of the

baseball team, soon had Ken and Gary, two GKs, helping him not only with his

studies, but also doing his laundry, keeping his room straightened out,

helping with his personal finances. Ken, as a senior, had the additional job

of keeping Mason's refrigerator stocked with beer and the cabinet loaded

with harder stuff.

This arrangement worked fine until one day, when Mason brought Jenny, his

beautiful big-titted blonde girlfriend, to his room for the evening. Ken and

Gary, finishing their evening duties when Mason and Jenny arrived, couldn't

help stealing glances at Jenny. Since they hadn't had time for sex or even

for beating off during the weeks of their service to Mason, they found it

physically difficult to hide their magnified horniness. And Jenny, somewhat

bored with Mason's single-minded attitude towards her, noticed Ken and Gary.

While Ken was not an athlete, he was tall, with striking good looks and

longish, rich chestnut hair. Gary was shorter, also good looking, with curly

blond hair, and sporting an obviously superior package through his tight

slacks. And both of them were quite a bit smarter than Mason.

Even after a few shots of whiskey and several beers, Mason saw what was

going on. Jenny's attention was being diverted to Ken and Gary, while they

were doing their best not to ogle her, but failing. Feelings of jealousy

began to well up in the jock's somewhat lubricated brain, and he felt his

chances of getting any from Jenny that night were slipping. Mason was about

to order Ken and Gary to leave, but then he had a better idea. He leaned

back on the couch, stretching his legs in front of him.

"So, Jen, you like my two friends, huh. Too bad they're queer." This was

untrue, he knew, and Ken was about to protest. Mason interrupted him. "Ken,

strip to your underwear and then stand at attention. Now!" Ken, unable to

stop himself, began to remove his clothes as quickly as he could. Gary,

realizing what was happening, bolted for the door, but was caught by Mason's

command: "Gary! Strip! Now!" To Jenny's astonishment, Gary turned and also

tore off his clothes. Humiliated, hardons withered in fear, Ken and Gary

stood at ramrod attention before Mason, who was lounging on the couch and

smirking.

"Watch how they bone up for each other. Hold hands and bone yourselves up

again!" commanded Mason. Ken's left hand grabbed Gary's right hand. With

their free hands, they each jerked themselves to full attention, which

didn't take long. Jenny had to laugh despite herself. Obviously these two

WERE queer, getting off on each other and obeying every one of Mason's

commands. She of course had no idea of the mental rewiring that forced them

to obey her jock boyfriend. She was getting somewhat excited, however,

seeing how just the force of Mason's commands compelled obedience from these

two good-looking guys. Obviously he was much more of a man than they were.

Time to fuck these guys up completely, and remove them from competition,

thought Mason. "OK, Ken and Gary, here are your orders. Whenever you two are

seen in public together from now on, I want you to be holding hands. Ken,

whenever you see someone that gets you sexually excited, guy or girl, you'll

feel the need to rub Gary's big cock and balls through his pants. Gary, when

YOU get excited, you'll want to run your hands and face through Ken's hair.

In front of everyone! Do you both understand?"

Horrified, the two said nothing. "UNDERSTAND, faggots?" growled Mason. "Yes,

sir," both Ken and Gary said meekly. "Also, you guys are only allowed to cum

WITH EACH OTHER, preferably with other guys watching. I don't care if you

want to or not, sooner or later the pressure will make you do it. And you

can't tell anyone I did this to you. Now get out of here!"

In a headlong rush to obey the order, Ken and Gary raced out the door

without retrieving their clothes, clad only in their boxers. At the door,

they grabbed each other's hands again, and raced out of Sig Lam to the GK

house. Fortunately, there were few people on the way to notice. When they

got to their room, they looked at each other fearfully, wondering how they

got into this situation. Then, their long-term sexual frustration got the

better of them, and they started to think about Jenny, her smile, her tits.

Gary's hand absent-mindedly reached for Ken's thick, luscious hair, and

Ken's hand wandered over to caress Gary's 9-inch cock through his boxers

which came instantly to attention. It didn't take long for months of pent-up

tension to release itself in the form of load after load of cum. Somehow,

they didn't notice that they had left their door open, and were being ogled

by several of their fellow GKs, some of whom had fantasized about these two

for months, and were now openly jerking off to the show...

VII.

Back at Sig Lam, Dom had a problem. His brother Tom was now permanently

chained to Dom's bed, naked except for a leather hood with holes for the

eyes, nose, and mouth. All he could reach from the length of his chain was

the twins' exercise equipment, his dog bowl, and the bathroom. Abused

constantly, forced continuously to eat and work out, forbidden from even

speaking in Dom's presence, Tom had been reduced to near-animal status,

worshipping his brother, totally dependent on Dom for the feedings,

beatings, and orders he had now grown to need.

But now Dom had to spend a weekend away from the school on family business.

He obviously couldn't take Tom with him, but he couldn't leave him there

alone either. Someone had to feed, abuse, and order the dependent Tom

around, keeping up the training without pause.

After some thought, Dom invited over Gabe, a fellow swim-team member who

lived at Gamma Kappa. Gabe was small in stature -- only 5'5" -- but nicely

muscled and very fast in the water. With good strength relative to his small

frame, and a fierce determination, Gabe did well in speed events. Gabe had

curly dark hair that fell over his eyes. Some team members shaved their hair

completely for speed, but Gabe had not done this, and he had no need to do

it on the rest of his smooth body.

As Gabe entered the twins' room, he noticed with some surprise the chained,

hooded Tom kneeling by the only bed in the room. "Gabe, you remember my

brother, don't you?" said Dom.

"Yeah, I wondered what happened, and why he left the team. I see he's gone

through some changes."

Dom chuckled. "Yeah, just a few. He's almost like a lower form of life now.

He depends on me for most things. And now I have to leave town for a few

days. I need your help. Will you take over for me for the weekend?"

Gabe shuddered, but the request came from a Sig Lam and so had to be

honored. "What would I have to do?"

"Well, he needs almost constant abuse when someone's around. When he's alone

he'll just work out pretty much all the time. He needs to be fed to help

increase his strength and body mass. Plus, he needs a steady stream of

orders or he won't know what to do."

"Abuse him?" Gabe was horrified. "But he's a Sig Lam. He's my superior. I

couldn't do anything to hurt him."

"Nah, he's not a Sig Lam anymore, he's not even a student. He dropped out,

or rather I dropped him out, to make him into a full-time slave."

"But how could I push him around? Look at those muscles. He works out all

the time. He's much stronger than I am. He's stronger than you! Why wouldn't

he just overpower me?"

"He's completely under my control. Watch. Tom! Come here!"

Tom came crawling over to where Dom and Gabe stood. He gazed up admiringly

at his godlike brother, awaiting his next order. It felt so good to be

ordered around by such a superior man.

Dom gave him a swift kick to his face. A bit of blood trickled from his lip.

At the same time, Gabe noticed Tom was getting an erection from the abuse,

without even touching his cock.

"Listen, you piece of shit. This is Gabe. Remember?" Tom grunted. Somewhere

in the back of Tom's mind came a memory of someone named Gabe, but it was

not important. Only Dom was important. "I'm going away for a few days, and I

want you to think of Gabe as you think of me." This information came as a

thunderclap to Tom. Suddenly he noticed that next to Dom stood a fellow god,

to be worshipped and obeyed. He secretly wished that the new god would kick

him too.

Dom continued feeding information to Tom. "Gabe is much stronger than you,

so he'll be pushing you around just like me. He has a grip like steel that

makes you powerless. Until I get back, he'll tell you what to do and you

must follow his orders." The programming was having an effect not just on

Tom, but also on Gabe, who from Dom's words was now feeling extremely

powerful and aggressive.

Dom went to the closet and pulled out a pair of cleats. "Here's a pair of my

"walking across Tom" shoes. I know they're too big for you, but they don't

have to fit perfectly, just cause pain." Tom looked on excitedly as Gabe

donned the shoes. "Tom, horse!" Immediately, Tom went up on hands and knees.

"Climb on!" Tom told Gabe, handing him a riding crop. Gabe clambered onto

Tom's back, and smacked Tom hard on the ass with the crop as he crawled

around the room whinnying like a horse. Tom felt the pressure from his new

god's hard cock on his back as he crawled. It excited him immensely.

"All right, I'm sure you'll do fine. I've written out his diet and feeding

schedule here. In this part of the closet I have the whips, sex toys,

whatever you need to keep the abuse going. Just keep up the pressure and

don't do any permanent damage, physically anyway. Enjoy!" Before Gabe could

ask any more questions, Dom grabbed his bag and left. Gabe was briefly

stumped as to what to do. Then Tom crawled into the closet, pulled a 12"

dildo off the shelf with his teeth, and came back to Gabe, looking hopeful.

Gabe, growing hard, realized what he had to do to help Dom. The evening

began...

After giving Tom an extensive abuse and exercise workout, Gabe turned off

the lights, stripped, collapsed in Dom's bed and fell instantly asleep. In

the dark room, Tom lay at the foot of the bed, filled with feelings of

worship and adoration. As the moon rose, bringing some light into the room,

Tom saw one of Gabe's small, perfect feet hanging over the edge of the bed.

He got instantly hard, his incredibly muscled body becoming tense with the

thought of perhaps kissing the foot of his master. Yet he dared not, for

fear that he wake his master from his sleep and suffer his rage. Despite

Tom's muscled strength, he knew (since Dom had told him) that Gabe was far

above him in power and would thrash him if made angry. However, the

temptation was so great that Tom lifted his hooded head and stuck his nose

within a fraction of an inch of Gabe's foot. The manly odor that wafted into

his nose caused him to ejaculate, for the fourth time that night. He then

fell asleep beside the bed, contented.

VIII.

As he had been ordered to, Roger Adkins, senior and former RTR president,

shyly entered the room of Jason Cole, freshman and current president. Jason

was in his usual position, sprawled in his reclining chair, reading while

idly stroking his manhood stretching his boxers to the limit. "Oh, hi, dude,

glad you could come." Roger's eyes were cast down to the floor. While he

could occasionally look the other members of the frat, his masculine

superiors, in the eye, Jason's aura of total power overwhelmed him. With

Jason's over-ten-inch endowment compared to his own two incher, his RTR

"programming" led him to feel he was in the presence of an omnipotent god.

"C'mon over here, sit in my lap," ordered Jason. Blushing with

embarrassment, Roger had no choice but to obey.

Jason stroked Roger's hair. "So, Roger, I wanted to discuss the summer

session with you."

"But Jason, y-y-you know I won't be here for the summer session. I'm getting

my degree in two weeks and I've taken a job in New York with a big -- "

"Yeah, dude, I heard," interrupted Jason. "But I need you here, for the

frat. I've got a special job for you. You know you really should feel you

owe us for lettin' you stay here, even though this is now a frat of real

men. You've gotta agree with that."

Roger thought about it. When Jason put it that way, it made perfect sense.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. The house comes first. What do you want me to

do?"

"You know the school managed to recruit Bob Rutland, that all-state

quarterback from Texas, and Quentin somebody, a really high-rated defensive

lineman from Oklahoma. Well, Richie had a chance to see them both shower

after at the gym when they were both visiting, and he thought they would

make fine RTR material. In fact, he offered to help with their

'initiation'..."

Richie was one of RTR's real success stories. A sophomore, he had been a

constant target of harrassment before he found the frat. He was smooth,

skinny, blond, and effeminate, looked much younger than his 19 years, had

long eyelashes, and occasionally painted his toenails which one could see

through his sandals. He lisped when he talked, walked in a very affected

manner, and in short fit every stereotype of an effeminate gay young man.

For Richie, there had never been a need to "come out" because no one had

ever doubted his sexuality. It had led to ostracism, and the occasional

beating, all the way through high school.

However, Richie did have one thing that set him apart: he was generously

endowed with a 9.5 inch cock. And that made RTR heaven for him. He could

have almost anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted, and straight or gay, they

would be totally convinced that pleasing him was the right thing to do.

Well-muscled jocks would look at him with respect and envy.

Jason continued: "Of course, Bob and Quentin are incredibly athletic... you

should see Bob's chest and legs, and of course, watching the biceps flex on

his throwing arm... mmmmmm. And Quentin weighs over 300 pounds of solid

muscle... Oh, that's right, you're straight, aren't you? Anyway, it turns

out they're not all that hung. Bob's only about five inches and Quentin's

six. So after some 'recruiting' work of our own, we've gotten both of them

to agree to live at RTR this summer, where Richie can guide them in

"manhood" RTR-style. They'll be living on mattresses on Richie's floor. By

the end of the summer they'll be calling Richie "sir" and following him

around like puppy dogs hoping he'll pay attention to them. And they should.

He's more of a man than they'll ever be."

"So where do I come in?" asked Roger.

"Well, we've learned from last year that at the beginning of our

'conversion' process, many guys still have a lot of aggressive sexual energy

to get out of their systems. Almost all their lives they've been the top,

the aggressor, and we're going to slowly change that. But they need someone

to take out their frustrations on, and you'd be perfect for that."

Roger shuddered. "So what do I need to do?"

"They'll come home from practice, and want you to help clean them up or get

them off. Or maybe they'll come in drunk from some party and want you to

strip for them or play with your little dick in front of them while they

make fun of you. Or maybe they'll have a bad practice, and want to kick you

or beat you up. Since they'll be RTR brothers, you'll want to help them out

so they'll feel good later." Hearing this from Jason, Roger knew it was

true.

"Eventually, they'll start spending more and more time in Richie's room

while he's out, sniffing his used size 28 underwear and his sandals, hoping

he won't catch them, playing with each other while they fantasize out loud

about serving him. Of course, after a while, he'll catch them doing it, and

he'll make 'em grovel in humiliation, maybe make 'em do it in front of the

whole frat. Meanwhile, the lower they go inside the frat, the better they'll

do athletically, since they'll be able to focus much better without wasting

time thinking about what THEY want sexually. Might even get 'em to paint

their toenails so they can be more like their idol. Imagine the locker room

when the team sees that..." Jason was clearly enjoying the images. His cock

had grown to full size out of the boxers, causing Roger to shift on his lap,

while Roger stared at the daunting tool like a mouse mesmerized by an

anaconda.

Suddenly, the mood was broken as a tall, lanky 15-year-old showed up at

Jason's door. "Hey, Jason," he said.

"Hey, little dude. How's it hangin'?"

"Mostly stickin' straight out. I can't BELIEVE how horny I've been since

basketball season ended."

"Hey, Roger, meet Louis. He's one of the reasons our basketball team did so

well this year. He helped our star point guard Ralph Grogan shoot

three-pointers all year."

"Yeah, and Ralph helped ME shoot all year. But I guess I must have been too

mean to him, 'cause when the season ended he didn't want to keep seeing me.

Some of the OTHER guys got to keep their players. It's not fair!"

Ralph Grogan had indeed been grateful to get away from Louis when the season

ended, because Louis' price for the cum he desperately needed for each game

was to submit sexually to his own younger brother Fred. Louis got completely

off on controlling the brothers like puppets, Fred driven by the occasional

drug-induced conditioning session to accept all of Louis' suggestions, and

Ralph driven by his incredible need for Louis' cum. As Louis directed from

the side, totally hot from the feeling of control, Ralph was the victim of

some very rough sex driven by an enraged, sex-crazed Fred. Even now that the

sessions were over, Ralph and Fred's relationship had permanently changed,

with Fred viewing Ralph with contempt, while Ralph looked up to his little

brother and tried constantly to get in his good graces. Fred would make

increasingly humiliating requests of Ralph, and Ralph, desperate for Fred's

approval, would have to obey. Recently, Fred had ordered Ralph to serve him

and his high school buddies at a party at home. Fred's friends, impressed at

the control Fred had over his famous basketball brother, made him buy them

beer, and once they had drunk most of it, started to order him to do

increasingly disgusting things: rub their feet, eat their boogers, kneel in

the bathtub to be pissed on. The more disgusting the things Ralph did, the

more desperate he felt to please Fred, while the more Ralph lowered himself,

the more contemptuous Fred was of him. Their relationship was permanently

altered by the experiment, and while Ralph was happy about the unexpected

success of the basketball season, he was deathly afraid of seeing Louis

again.

Jason's view of the situation was different. "I agree, little dude, you

helped Ralph to his best season ever, you'd think he'd appreciate it.

Besides, you're one of the team's best hung cum boys. Show Roger here what

you've got."

Grinning, Louis dropped his baggy pants. There was no underwear underneath.

Sure enough, he was almost instantly a hard 8 inches.

"Lookin' good, little dude. Roger here is only two inches hard. Show him,

Roger." Totally humiliated, Roger was compelled to climb off Jason's lap and

strip off his pants and underwear, and jerk himself to hardness.

Louis stared. "I can't believe it, man. And you're a college senior. Is that

for real?" He began to painfully snap at Roger's small dick with his thumb

and forefinger. Roger grabbed at him angrily, but Jason intervened.

"Wait, dude, don't you think you owe Louis some respect? He's only 15 and

you can see he's a man already, and he helped our school's basketball team."

Hearing Jason, Roger began to look at Louis in a whole different way, not as

a punk kid with an attitude, but as a superior to be treated with respect.

"Sorry, Louis, how can I make it up to you?"

"Well, you can help me work on THIS," said Louis, pointing to his erection.

"Where's your room, man?"

"We can't go there, my roommate Wally is there right now."

Louis laughed. "You mean the geek on the first floor? I passed his room on

my way up here. I know how you RTR guys are, and I wanted to have a little

fun, so I showed him what I had in my pants and told him he'd get big like

me if he jerked off slowly with my underwear, and he was forced to believe

it! He's down there doing it now. Come down with me and I'm sure I can come