The Incorrect Ritual (Muscle and Penis Size Theft)

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You know those stories that start out explaining just how pathetic and gangly the main character of the story truly is, well this is definitely one of those stories. I would save you the details, but if I did you wouldn't get a full appreciation of just how much my life has changed. It wasn't just me that changed either it was the entire Lambda Lambda Kappa fraternity. Wait that's getting ahead of myself; I don’t want to spoil the story.

As I said, if you were asked to describe me, I'm willing to bet words like, scrawny, nerdy, and pathetic might come to mind. All through high school I was the favorite punching bag of more guys than I could count. Physically, I was 5'10, jet-black hair on my head, under my arms, and of course in all the other normal places too. My skin was whiter than milk, and so thin you could see my blue veins traversing my arms and legs. At 120lbs, Puberty had been cruel to me, but my one saving grace the one thing I could hold on too was that I had an eight pack of abs. It's not like I worked hard for them thought, it's just that I was so pathetically skinny that they were just there.

The one thing that wasn't just there was any package to speak of...I mean there are the poorly hung and then there was me. I would describe my junk as similar to the travel size can of shaving cream not the normal ones, but the ones that you can carry on a plane, with just enough shaving gel for three of four uses. When I was soft I was two inches if I was lucky, I wish I could tell you that my little sprout grew into some massive tree, but I would be lying, unless you think four inches is massive.

One of the most ego crushing aspects of being a tall skinny guy with a tiny dick, is that when you watch porn, nearly every tall skinny guy in the films has a massive hammer hanging from his crotch. I mean seriously, where do these porn directors find these twinks with humongous rods? A guy could get a major complex if he spent time comparing himself to porn actors.

Unfortunately, that is exactly what I did and it wasn't just porn stars, I compared myself to nearly any guy I saw. In the gym, in the grocery store, on the bike trails, anywhere guys and their baskets were my wandering eyes followed.

If having the smallest dick in seven counties wasn't bad enough, an innocent nickname by my stepdad was the sucker punch that helped to pummel what was left of my fragile ego.

Innocently enough, my stepdad used to say that if I turned sideways and stuck out my tongue I resembled a zipper. That's how I got that awful nickname "zipper." To my stepdad it was a term of endearment, but to the guys in the high school locker room, it wasn't a story about my tongue, to them it was just one more way to constantly bring up my extreme shortcomings.

There was one guy in particular that made my life a living hell. His name was Daemon. I know that your used to all those fantasy stories of guys who look like movie stars beating up on kids my size, but this isn’t my reality, no my torturer didn’t look like a movie star. He was however, our star basketball player. Yet for a star basketball player he was relatively short at 5'11, and his facial features were just average. His light brown hair and 159lb frame had a decent amount of muscle, but nothing to write home about. I mean his body was nothing to sneeze at, but he wouldn't be donning the cover of any fitness magazines any time soon.

Really, there were only two things going for Daemon. First, was his basketball prowess, the guy figuratively never missed a basket, no matter how tall or how big his opponent. He was a Basketball King and the court was his kingdom. The other players followed his lead and pretty much worshiped him.

The second thing Daemon had in his corner was the one thing he cherished more than anything else in life. Daemon had a double digit, genuine, no shitting you, gigantic cock. It was a sight to behold. When Daemon walked into a shower room after gym class, even the straightest of guys couldn't help but stare. The most butch among his teammates were often caught admiring his appendage. A few of the "straight" guys mouths' visibly watered at the sight of his 11-inch slab and the lemon size nuts.

All through high school there would be a few new guys who would come to transfer to the school and join one the school’s sports teams. Inevitably there would be a guy or two that would think his meat should have qualified him for the roll of the schools Alpha Male, many tried but none succeeded. When they failed it was guys like me guys at the bottom of the cock size pyramid that felt the brunt of their embarrassment, we were the ones they beat up on to feel better about themselves and their not as large appendage.

Daemon built his whole persona around both of his advantages. If he was on the court then he was Basketball King, but off the court he was only too happy to remind the guys that he was the schools big dick.

I couldn’t really understand why the guys at school were so interested. I mean, I understood why he peaked mine and about four other guys interest, we were gay, but even our most notorious ladies men just seemed totally obsessed by Daemon’s schlong. I even heard a few of the male teachers refer to his dong with reverence. Our gym teachers would call him King Kong when they didn’t think any of us students were paying attention.

While the guys at school would never admit it there wasn't one among them that wouldn't kill to trade places with Daemon. Even some of the hottest and most buff guys on his team or in our gym class would have gladly given up their muscled bodies to have even one day with a cock as big and meaty as Daemon's sausage.

If the straight guys in the class were caught up in his size you can only guess the hypnotic trance his schlong put on us gay guys. Even if we couldn't stand whom it was attached to, Daemon's dick demanded that attention.

Daemon had what I coined “the power of a big dick” and trust me when I say that Daemon knew it. Guys did what he said out of some perverse hero worship and girls dropped to their panties, if he as much glanced their way.

The power that Daemon's huge member afforded him, had truly gone to his head. Daemon used his "power" to pick on and bully anyone he felt was inferior, and with only a 4-inch dick, I was always the most inferior kid in his grade. Which of course made me his biggest target. The saddest part of the whole story was that no matter how bad Daemon treated me; I would have dropped to my knees in a heartbeat if he had asked.

With all of this bullying in high school, I was so relieved to finally graduate and to escape our little town for a slightly larger college city. I made it my mission to leave my past behind and try and start a new life.

When crafting this new life I was conflicted, should I go to the gym and work on my skinny body or should I avoid the gym and hide my little dick? Luckily my dilemma solved itself and neither was necessary.

I had hopped that a new place and a new school would have given me a clean break from my past, but fate seemed to have other plans. During freshmen move-in, I arrived a day late, due to my stepfather having to work a burglary that popped up the day were supposed to leave. I offered to take a bus the two hours to school, but he wanted to see me off and insisted that I wait for him to take me up. It was slightly odd for me to arrive to the campus in a police cruiser, and I could tell that there were more than a few classmates that formed some wild back-stories for me in their head.

I was good with that; I could work with those rumors. I decided that maybe I would just embrace the idea of being the bad boy that the police are watching. Anything beat the “guy with the 4 incher.”

When I got up to the room, I realized that I was the last one to move into our suite. Our residence halls were four double occupancy rooms attached to a small living room, and kitchenette. There were four of these suites on each wing so a total of 32 guys per floor. A resident advisor bedroom/office and the floor’s gang style bathroom and shower separated the two wings.

When I got to my room, I noticed that our RA had decorated our door with basketballs with our names written on them. It seems that Universities are of the assumption that if they put up name tags on our doors we will bond and get to know one another better. Hey, what do I know, maybe it works. Anyway, what it became for me was a sure sign that my four years at St. Bart’s was fucked. Walking up to our door, I saw that my name “Zach Talbert” was marked through and the word Zipper was scribbled on to the basketball if that wasn’t bad enough the basketball nametag next to mine was labeled Daemon Howard. I don’t think I have ever cussed so much or so loud in my entire 18 years. All my plans for change; my hopes of a new Zach were crushed by one little basketball nametag.

 

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I marched myself down to the Housing office and told them that I would not be staying in that room, but they told me it was that or forfeit my deposit and move off campus. Since my mom had died, my stepdad was trying to make it on a backwoods town deputy sheriff’s salary and there was no way he could afford to have me losing my deposit or paying for an apartment. For about ten minutes, I thought about dropping out of school before classes even began. Yet some nagging voice in the back of my head told me that I could do it.

There was also another voice, a sick and twisted voice that hid deep in the worst part of my nature. It was quietly whispering in the back of my mind saying “at least you get to see his dick all semester.” That voice pissed me off and the fact that I was turned on by this fucking dickhead was sad and a bit depressing. But like all the other guys I had gone to school with, it wasn’t about the actual slab of meat, it was the power that it represented.

There was just something ever so slightly intoxicating about being housed in a room with Daemon. For as sadistic as he was there was a part of me that despite all common sense thought that he actually deserved the power he had. Even though he nothing to deserve any of the influence that his 11 inches gave him, I still felt like I was supposed to bow to his will.

Common sense told me that he was just the incredibly lucky winner of a genetic lottery that we all play without knowing. And for Daemon he hit a jackpot that only a few dozen men in the world achieve. He was one of the minuscule percentage of people who had come out of puberty with a true 11-inch monster with a 7.5-inch girth and when soft he still had the incredible size of an 7.5-inch by 6-inch softie. Somehow knowing that fate had chosen him made me feel like he deserved to treat me and other tiny dicks like we were inferior. Something inside me made me know I was inferior.

When Daemon first saw me, I thought maybe he was going to be a cool guy for once in his life. When I walked in to the room he had this sly smile and he greeted me like we were old friends.

“Sup Zipper, I didn’t think you were going to make it, why weren’t you here yesterday?” he asked.

I explained to him that there was a car theft ring back home, and that my dad had to work it. He acted like he already knew, which made sense since his dad was the town mayor.

“Dude you missed an amazing party at the Eta Theta Chi Sorority house. Well they tell me that technically they aren’t allowed to call it a party but they had a ton of baby pools all over the sorority house front lawn. Me and the rest of the suitemates got invited to go over. The girls served the best “Tea” you ever had. We were fucked up by 5pm.” He explained.

“Sounds good, dude.” I think this might have been the longest civilized conversation we had ever had.

“Yeah dude, the girls also invited over a bunch of guys from Lambda Lambda Kappa Fraternity and they were fucking cool. We all got trashed on Tennessee Tea and laid out by the baby pools.” He went on “Eventually we all ended up skinny dipping.”

“Of course you did,” I said under my breath more than to him. Not a full 24 hours and he was already establishing his dominance on St. Bart’s. "Yeah dude, Kyle one of our suitemates was worried about the skinny dipping part come to find out he only has a 5 inch wang, so he was worried about being judged.”

Here it comes, I thought…

“So yeah, I told him he had nothing to worry about since you were coming to live with us. That made him feel a lot more confident.” Daemon said with a laugh.

“What’s the matter dude, why you giving me that face, was I not suppose to tell them about your little problem? I mean we have gang showers they are going to find out any day now, unless you don’t plan to shower this year.”

“Are we going to do this again?” I couldn’t hold back. “Am I going to have to deal with this for the next four years.” I was pissed.

“Hey dude, it’s not my fault that you got the short end of the stick. You can thank your Dad and M…” He stopped realizing where he was headed. Even he realized he had nearly crossed a line that was too taboo for even him to make fun of…my mom had died less than a year ago.

“What ever dude, you know I am just teasing don’t get so bent out of shape. Look, I got invited to a cookout over at Lambda Lambda Kappa (LLK) and they said I could bring any cool guys. If you can be cool I will bring you along.”

“There were two voices screaming in my head…one saying fuck him and the horse he rode in on…and the other pathetic voice that said maybe you two can be friends, just be cool.”

“Yeah, I can be cool,” I was so pathetic.

The two of us actually did have a cool time at the Cookout. The LLK’s were some cool guys, and there were some fine as guys in that fraternity. The best part was that they treated me like a human being. Daemon was on his best behavior after he almost brought up my mom, so he did not refer to my small dick even once the entire evening. He did, however, introduce me to everyone as zipper, and I knew that eventually he would explain to everyone why he called me that.

The LLK brothers had only known Daemon for less than 24 hours, but his skinny dipping stunt must have made an impression, because over and over, I saw guys with that hero worship look in their eyes. I couldn’t believe it. Aren’t fraternity guys supposed to be legendary for treating potential new members like crap or at the very least treating them like outsiders? These guys acted like Daemon was their long lost best friend. I fucking hated him for his fucking big dick power. The only benefit this time is that because he was the one showing me around people assumed we were friends.

Many of the guys walked up and asked me the same questions over and over. What was my major, where was I from, what sports do I like. How did I know snake. The first time someone asked me how I knew snake I was confused, but it only took a second to realize that the fucking bastard Daemon’s huge cock had already scored a nickname. I just told everyone we went to high school together and were roommates. That is all I wanted them to know.

Oddly enough without Daemon making fun of me, he wasn’t that bad of a guy. He was actually kind of funny in a drunken foolish kind of way. By the time the cookout was finished so was Daemon, he had finished at least a six-pack maybe two all by himself. He was leaning all over me and there is no way he would have ever made it home without me carrying him there.

As we were leaving some LLK member that called himself Rog, which I assume was short for Roger, handed me two envelopes. Inside were invitations for both Daemon and I to come to next week’s rush parties.

These guys were under the impression that Daemon and I were friends and I didn’t correct them. I figured Daemon had been the destruction of my social life in high school, he owed me one here in college.

The walk from the LLK house to our residence hall was only five minutes, but when you are dragging a drunken 159lb weight it takes double or even triple the time. We had almost made it back to our room, when Daemon hurled, he was aiming for the trashcan but most of it landed all over both of us. We were both covered in his retched puke.

Pissed doesn’t begin to describe how I felt.

“I fucking hate you…I can’t believe you just puked on me. We are not even friends and yet here I am taking care of your ass.”

“You don’t hate me,” he said in a condescending baby voice. “You want my big ole dick” he slurred every other word but his message was loud and clear. I had never told him I was gay, as far as I knew I was completely in the closet. I froze in place. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You want to put my penis in your butt.” He said as he stumbled to the ground picking up leaves and dirt to add to the puke all over his shirt.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t want anything to do with your dick,” I lied.

“You want me to fuck you,” he said as he was crawling up the stairs.

My eyes were the size of dinner plates. What did this kid know about me? How the fuck did he know this stuff. I kept my distance from him as we walked into the residence hall, but he was so drunk that he was turning over furniture and he knocked over one of the entryway lamps. The huge crash could have woken the dead. What it did wake up was the RA.

Luckily our RA was one of the LLK’s named Steven. Seeing what a mess Daemon was he got really nervous knowing what trouble that his chapter could get into for feeding an underage freshman so much alcohol.

“Dudes shut up…and be cool, you don’t want to wake the entire community.” Steven whispered

“What’s your name again, Zipper?” Steven asked.

“It’s Zach,” I stated.

“Listen Zipper, you’re his roommate he is your responsibility get him upstairs and put him under a cold shower, and get him cleaned up.”

“My responsibility, I am not the one that gave him 12 beers that was you guys.” I defended myself.

“Ok, ok your right, then do me a favor, please... take him upstairs and get him cleaned up.” He asked much more nicely.

I wanted to tell him that he was lucky he was a fucking hot six foot fraternity guy with a fine ass beard and massive 17 inch arms because there was no way I was going to clean up Daemon for some guy with 16 inch arms, but 17 inches now that’s another thing.

“Fine, but you owe me big time.” I said making a face like this was going to be one of the grossest tasks of my life. Come to think of it, I think it might have been.

Steve and I drug Daemon’s drunken ass up the elevator and on to the fourth floor.

“Please get him cleaned up and don’t let him out of here until he sobers up, use cold water if you have to. I am going to go down and clean up the lamp he broke before safety does there rounds and I have to explain this.”

I started to throw Daemon under the water.

“Just take his clothes off, dude. It’s not like he has anything you haven’t got (How wrong he was). Come to think of it you need a shower too.” He called back into the room as he slipped out of the bathroom.

“Fuck I can’t believe, I am doing this for you” I shouted out loud.

I pulled Daemon’s shirt off.

“What the fuck?” I was a bit confused.

Had he been working out over the summer? It was obvious that his chest was even larger and he had a full six-pack. Without his shirt on it was obvious that his arms were a bit bigger too.

“No fucking way,“ I said to myself. “There is no fucking way…Please tell me he is doing steroids…that has to be the answer, there is no fucking way.”

My mind was about to fly off the handle. I had spent four years staring at this goon; I knew ever inch of this kid’s body. If I was being honest with myself he had been in both my wet dreams and my jackoff fantasies, so if anyone knew his body as well as him, it was me. It was so plainly obvious looking at him that he had a late puberty growth spurt. Puberty, which had already blessed this bitch, had come back and given him another shot.

I held my breath, it’s not possible, and it’s just not possible. I pulled down his pants to clean up his legs and found…

 

[deanhuge]

So if you like this story, you might also like my other story called "Mother Nature Has Had Enough"

This one will be taking a slightly more sadistic turn than the other one, which is more of a "learn your lesson" type story.

Either way if you like what I am doing please let me know. I plan to continue both stories, but would enjoy some feedback if you like it and if you hate it, I guess you can tell me that too, lol.

BTW this story has a magic component coming up in the next chapter.

 

[somebody427]

Aargh cliffhanger!?! What the hell?? Don't do that to me!!! How long must I wait??

 

[softyadmirer]

bump

 

[thomasgraham19]

Hurry dude keep writing!!!

 

[guypak]

oh the cliffhanger

 

[somebody427]

Bump

 

[thenewdigs]

We need an update

 

[somebody427]

Agreed!

 

[deanhuge]

Hey, writing as we speak...hope to have the update by tonight or tomorrow at the latest.

As a hold over, here is a comparison of Zach and Daemon, from the first chapter, anyway. Zach on the left and Daemon on the right :wink:

As a reminder Zach is sporting about 3.5 to 4 on a good day and the last we heard Daemon was supporting 11inches...but we still are not sure if Daemon has had a growth spurt or if he is using steroids either of which would change the picture. This is Daemon hard at 11 and Zach's little 2 inch flaccid fellow.

 

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I found...

That he had clearly not been on steroids, to my fucking nightmare he had some last minute growth spurt. The drunken bastard must have really been enjoying the warm shower water because he boned up good and fast. At this point his manhood was past its previous recorded 11 inches and he was nearly to what could only be described as a third leg.

I wanted to shout, how the fuck could life be this kind to him. How could someone so fucking cruel be so blessed? The fucking drunken bane of my existence was now standing in front of me with what looked like a 12-inch dick. My little soldier was at attention. I was instantly hard at the sight of Daemon’s massive meat.

I was conflicted, part of me wanted to bathe him and put him to bed, and another part of me wanted to tongue bathe his giant dick and have him bed me. If this had been a cartoon, I would half expect a devil and an angel to appear on my shoulder. The devil would tell me that he had spent years harassing me taking away my pride, my social life, and my feeling of safety. I can hear the devil now as he tells me to open my mouth and take as much of him as I want. The devilish voice whispers “look how big that piece of meat is, you will never have this chance again. He will never knowingly let you try and conquer that dick, he would rather beat you to the ground than let you beat him off.”

I waited an obligatory two seconds for an angel’s voice to give me the counter argument, but that voice never came. This was my chance to suck Daemon off. Did I feel like a pervert for taking advantage of my drunken roommate? Nope, try as I might, I couldn’t feel bad for someone who had spent the better part of the last four years telling the entire town that I was a fucking loser that had a chapstick tube for a dick.

As a drunken Daemon swayed back and forth his 12-incher dangled seductively in front of my face. Now I knew what it was like for a cat to have a string dangled just out of reach, always trying to paw it, but not being able to reach it.

I grabbed Daemon’s fire hose in my right hand and was shocked at how heavy it felt. It reminded me of one of the 8lb dumbbells, I used for bicep curls in the high school weight room.

Looking down I almost had to laugh, my hand looked ridiculous compared to his monster schlong. I may have been 18, but by the look of my hand next to his dick you would have sworn I was a toddler. As I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, there was at least an inch between my thumb and my fingers. I should have known there was no way I would have been able to get my whole hand around his shaft.
I was nearly certain that Daemon was so out of it that he would have never realize what I was doing, much less remember what was happening in the morning. Fuck-it I was becoming some sort of molester I need dick and this was the biggest prize I could ever imagine.

Somewhere deep down in Daemon’s near passed out conscience he must have felt my hands because his swaying seemed to be in a very specific pattern one that suspiciously seemed a lot like him fucking my hand that was wrapped around his dick.

I had debated with my inner Jiminy Cricket long enough. With his monster in my hand my tongue touched down on his two peach size nuts. They involuntarily lifted in his nut sack and they dropped back down heavily on my tongue. These were two huge sacks of sperm makers. Next my tongue made the days long travel up the tree trunk that is his manhood. My tongue was nearly dry by the time it finally made it to the giant head. I was pretty sure that there were pacific phallic dick god idols that had less impressive cocks.

Once I reached the head there was no stopping me. I opened wide covering my teeth and dove back down his cock. His dick was so big that a fourth of it, a third of it if I was being very generous to my blowjob skills was all I could fit in my mouth. I was bound and determined to enjoy every last incredible inch of his cock. I kept pushing down on his cock until I couldn’t get any breath down my throat. My airway was completely blocked and now matter what I did I was going to choke.

“Cough, Cough, Cough” I couldn’t stop chocking coughing and gagging. The deeper and harder I went down the more coughing. I got into a pretty steady pace and I was getting pretty deep when the nearly passed out Daemon must have had a half second of clarity because he moaned and pushed his hip forward causing not only to cough and gag but causing my eyes to water. I pulled back but without his massive cock in my throat it just seemed empty. I shoved his javelin further down my throat and saliva started pouring out of both sides of my mouth and I could feel snot running down my nose. This bitch even passed out drunk had just fucked the snot out of my mouth. The slobber that his massive tool was inducing in my throat would have made Pavlov’s dogs envious.

I wanted to see this massive giant cum. I was preoccupied with the thought of his cum spraying down my chest. I doubled my effort and his moaning got louder. I was certain that he was no longer just swaying from the alcohol he was fully engaged in this blowjob. About 5 minutes in he had still not opened his eyes and he was clearly still intoxicated, but he was conscious enough to know that he was enjoying himself. In mid stroke I felt his meaty hands reach to the back of my head and he pushed my head so far down I could practically feel the hairs at the end of his shaft.


I tried to fight back, I couldn’t breath but this drunken idiot was holding me down. I struggled to get my head back up, but he fought back.

“Anna just stop fighting it, just take it,” Daemon called out.

The drunken fool thought I was his ex-girlfriend Anna.

“Mmm you’re doing real well baby. Yeah just like that, this is the best blowjob you’ve ever given me baby.

Daemon’s meat was angry red and from his full on face fucking action, I could tell he was getting damn close to the edge. His peach size balls pulled up tight and from his labored breath and loud moaning it were clear that he was about to bust his nut.

Daemon may have outweighed me and been my superior in strength, speed, and style, but there was no way I was going to let him spooge down my throat. I broke loose from his grip just in time for him to nut all over my shoulders, abs, and hair.

To my horror, I was covered in man jizz, but to my even bigger fear, the orgasm must have jolted him enough for him to make coherent sense of the scene.

“Dude what the fuck…get the fuck off me you faggot” Daemon hollered as he shoved me across the shower floor and into the shower wall.

“What the fuck did you just do and why the fuck is your pathetic four-inch worm so rock hard?

“Dude, I am going to fucking ruin you if you ever tell anyone what the fuck just happened. I mean it, I will literally tear your tiny little balls from your body.”

The more he yelled the closer he got to me. I was trapped in the corner of the shower and I was pretty sure I was just about to get punched.

“What the fuck is going on in here. Do you want people calling security?” Steve whispered so loud that he might as well have been talking.

“What ever the hell you two love birds are doing in here, quiet it the fuck down.”

“That faggot wishes,” Daemon spat.
“Hey, hey dude watch it with the faggot talk! My younger brother is gay, keep it up and I’ll report you to the student conduct board even if the chapter does want you to join.” Steve wasn’t the slightest bit scared of Daemon.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything personal.” Daemon said as he turned to face Steve.

Steve was preparing to give him another piece of his mind when he saw Daemon’s 9-inch soft weapon swinging between his legs.

“Dude, what the fuck. Don’t ever let my girl friend see that dick of yours. I mean seriously I already have to compete with all the brothers in the house that are trying to get a piece. I don’t think my ego could take a freshman ruining her for me.”

“Ha I promise” Daemon stated. Like usual Daemon got out of a sticky situation because of his giant dick. Two seconds ago Steve was pissed about Daemon offending his brother and one look at Daemon’s meat and poof problem solved.

“What were we talking about? Oh yeah, now that you two are cleaned up and Daemon doesn’t look like he is gonna pass out and break any more lamps lets get y’all to bed. I need this job and you two drunken bastards are not going to get me fired.

“Daemon wrapped a towel around his waste and Steve led him out of the bathroom like they had been best friends. As they walked out of the room Daemon looked back and gave me the biggest, I am going to fuck over your life look, I had ever seen.

I just stood there wondering what the hell happened in my life that I was so foolish as to give my long standing torturer such ammunition against me. It’s not like he didn’t have enough power over me just from his cock now he knew that I was a cock sucker and I had no doubt that he would share this knowledge with the entire campus.

 

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Chapter 2: LLK Pledging

Daemon was still furious the next day. He threatened my life no less than twice and told me that if he even caught me looking at his shoes much less my dick that he was going to rip my nob off and feed it to the campus squirrels. However, the one thing that he did not do was tell anyone that I had blown him that night. I guess it would have been incredibly difficult for him to explain that story without making himself look like he was involved. He also refrained from calling me gay or a fag, because the one or two times he did, Steve just seemed to be close by and Daemon said he would be damned if he got kicked out of school because of me. The only times, I had to endure the “faggot” talk was when we were alone in the dorm room, and I worked really hard to keep that from happening. The few times that we were together he mostly just growled at me and I kept to myself.

As pissed, as he was I just couldn’t understand why he was still inviting me to go to recruitment with him. I mean, I know that I had made a few friends the first night at the barbeque and Steve and I had chatted in the halls a few times, but even though his demeanor went from happy to furious the minute I entered the room he was practically insistent that I joined him for LLK recruitment.

Fraternity recruitment was noting like, I expected it to be from the movies. Instead of going to one chapter and getting drunk and getting a bid. We met up with a group of about 80 other freshman that had signed up for recruitment and we were split up in to 8 groups of 10. Each group went to a different one of the 8 fraternity houses for about 20 minutes each. At each house we talked to the members of the chapter as they showed us pictures, movies, and basically tried to sell us on their events, parties, and brotherhood events. It was a lot like speed dating the only difference is we were supposed to join a fraternity at the end.

After four days of the hearing the same speeches and answering the same questions we were taken into the campus gymnasium and we stood in line to pick up an envelope. Each guy had an envelope and in it could be between 0 and 8 bids for membership. I was going to be pissed if I had wasted my time, but I had prepared myself to get no bids. To my surprise there was a sheet of paper inside. The paper said that I had been invited to join Chi Nu; I would describe the group as the Math and Science Chapter. It’s not that they were nerds, although some were, it’s that their majors tended to be math and science. I thought it was odd since I was and am majoring in classic and romantic languages and ancient cultures. I am not sure if I would have joined Chi Nu, but I sure was relieved to see that they had invited me. The administrator that handed me the envelope told me I had five minutes to make my decision. I sat down to reread the letter of invitation, when I realized that there was another piece of paper stuck to the first. I liked my fingers and pulled the pages apart.

“You are cordially invited to pledge the Lambda Lambda Kappa Fraternity.”
I was shocked, in my hand was a bid from the best fraternity on campus and what could probably be argued was the least desirable chapter on campus. I didn’t understand how skinny, geeky old me got into the biggest jock chapter on campus. I was sure that Daemon hadn’t put in a good word. The only thing I could think of was that Steve really meant it when he said he would owe me if I washed the puke off Daemon that first night of school the week before.

It only took me about two seconds to make up my mind and I ran to the front table to tell the campus administrator that I was joining LLK before someone in the LLK organization realized they made a mistake. As I got in line both Daemon and my suitemate Kyle were also both in line.

“Dude you got a bid?” Kyle inquired with me.

“Yeah Chi Nu and Lambda Lambda Kappa.”

“No shit you got into LLK? That makes three all three of us.”

Kyle seemed genuinely happy for me, while Daemon just had an evil look on his face, not pissed, not happy just evil.

“Of course Daemon got invited to all eight of the groups, who doesn’t want the campus stallion in their frat” Kyle bragged on Daemon.

Another straight slave to Daemon’s dick and I was pretty sure he didn’t even realize how silly he looked.

“I got four myself, but of course any guy that got LLK would be stupid not to take it, they are obviously the best.”

“You are going toing to chose LLK aren’t you?” Kyle asked and for a half second Daemon actually seemed interested in my answer.

“Yes of course, no doubt, I am stoked.” I responded.

Daemon, Kyle, and I were three of the 15 guys that were pledged by LLK that year. More than any other fraternity, and just as Kyle said every single guy who got a LLK invitation jumped at the chance to pledge.

On the fourth week of pledging the night that we got our big brothers we were ordered over to the house and we were blindfolded. We were told that we had to drop our pants and get into line the guy with the biggest dick had to be at the front of the line and the guy with the smallest had to be at back of the line. I was completely prepared to be at the back of the line and I was equally prepared to be made fun of for it.

Rog or Roger Banister III turned out to be our pledge master and he was one sick guy. I had never eaten so much crap nor been so scared to piss someone off in my life. I think the healthy fear and the fact that I had been bullied all my life prepared me to just shut up and take what ever came my way. I was kind of confused though the brothers kept saying that this hazing was to bring us close together. In reality it just made our pledge class feel close, but not one of us really cared much for the older brothers.

I was happy to see that Daemon while not nearly as bad as the rest of us did have to go through his own rounds of hazing.

The night that we were lined up by dick size Rog told us all to jack our dicks until they got hard and we were to feel our way around. We had to use hands to figure out who was the biggest and who was the smallest.

“Absolutely no talking pukes.” Brother Rog loved calling us pukes.

People were apprehensive at first but as Brother Rog started telling us that our time was running out and that if we weren’t in line in the correct order in 60 seconds that there would be a two person elimination hands started grouping and people started figuring out where they were they belonged in line.

“You can take your blind folds off now pukes.”

“Impressive you guys are in the right order, I figured you ladies would fuck that up since all of you have such small cocks. Well most of you anyway,” he said giving a wink over to Daemon.

I looked up and down the line and of course Daemon was in the front position. Honestly there was no contest the next closest guy was Jeff the one Hispanic guy in our pledge class and his was a distant second at about 7.9 inches which he called 8.5 (and who among us hasn’t done that once or twice).

To my complete relief, I wasn’t last; there were two guys smaller than me. Jerome one of two black guys in our class was next after me with a 3.5 incher and poor Lars our pledge brother that was a foreign exchange student from Germany had a little tiny nub of about two inches of mostly foreskin.

Rog pulled out a bucket and a Fireman’s hat. He gave the Fireman’s hat and a button with the number 1 to Daemon and gave the bucket and a button with the number 15 to Lars. Next he passed out numbers 2 – 14 to each of us down the line. When he handed me the number 13 he kind of scoffed at me and rolled his eyes. I noticed that he was wearing a number 1 pin himself. I tried really hard not to look down, but I lost my battle and I saw a fairly sizeable bulge in his jeans.

“Since Daemon has won this year’s fireman’s ladder he will wear a Fireman’s hat to classes and around campus all week. This is to show the ladies of campus that he has the best hose to put out their fires. Lars you will carry this bucket since your hose is so small that you would need a sand bucket to put out any fires.” The laughter was fierce and I felt for Lars, but deep down, I was thrilled that I wasn’t the one carrying a bucket full of sand.

Rog went on, telling us that if any of us were caught without our numbers on we would be immediately dismissed from the chapter. It didn’t take long to realize that the girls and most of the other guys on campus knew exactly what the numbers meant. Of course the last two or three people on campus that hadn’t gotten a glance at Daemon’s schlong now knew that he was packing the biggest hose.

As the fire drill ended we were told that we were to find the other guy in the room that had our number on, as they would be our big brothers. Turns out that Steve ended up being my big brother. I was kind of shocked that someone as tall and muscular as him had the number 13, but as they say big feet are only indications of big socks.

Kyle seemed pretty happy as he was wearing the number 9 and his big brother ended up being Andy the chapter president. Having Andy chapter president and first-string kicker on the football team made wearing the number 9 seem like it was a pretty impressive number.

Steve ended up being a great big brother and he worked really hard to make sure that I knew all my shit for the pledge tests and that I got all the points and signatures that were required of me. I am not going to lie and tell you we weren’t hazed even more, because we were.

The semester kind of flew by as we settled into our classes and the three of us got heavily involved in our pledge responsibilities. We never ended up seeing much of our other three suitemates. Kyle’s roommate Frank was on the lacrosse team and was never in the room, he was either on the lacrosse field or in the campus gym. The one or two times we saw him each week he was really cool and he had joined us at a few LLK parties. I was pretty sure that he was going to come out and try to get a bid to join the spring pledge class. The other two that shared our suite Todd and James joined one of the other fraternities Pi Chi Gamma and whenever the three of us saw them they looked as tired and as beat up as we were.

St. Bart had a very strict rule about pledging. The rule said that we had to be initiated by the end of our 8th week of classes. The end of the 8th week couldn’t have come fast enough even if the semester was flying by.

I would like to tell you that being in a pledge class with Daemon would have brought us closer together, but he barely acknowledged me and when he did it was to make sure that I got my pledge chores done or that I didn’t fuckup the pledge test. He seemed to hate me on one hand and be bound and determined to drag me along to initiation the next.

About an hour before initiation, I dropped by the house early to bring Rog some notes from our Humanities class that he had skipped for the sixth time. Right before I got to the room, I saw that his door was open and I heard Daemon and him in what sounded like a fight.

“Look you promised me that if I got Zach to come out to rush that you would make sure he was the Carrie pledge. You swore to me that instead of being initiated he would be told that his entire semester was a joke.” Daemon was livid.

“I know, I did and he mostly likely still will be its just that, well there are quite a few guys that like him more than they like Lars.” Roger confessed.

“Rog, I am telling you to figure it out. If that fag gets initiated into the is fraternity our chapter isn’t going to be worth shit.”

My semester was a joke. I should have fucking seen it coming. I was fool to expect anything less.

I ran back to the dorms and slammed my fist through a wall in the hallway stairwell. I was sure that I had sprained it or possibly even fractured it. But I was on a mission.

“Steve, what the fuck is a Carrie Pledge?” I demanded.
“Where did you hear that term?” Steve avoided answering the question.

“Don’t worry where I heard it from, just tell me has my entire pledge process just been a huge joke to you and the rest of the guys?”

“No dude calm down, listen a Carrie pledge is a guy that we pledge every year with no intention of actually initiating and on the last day of initiation in the middle of the ceremony we dump fake blood on him and then we have two brothers grab him and drop his ass off in the middle of the woods. He is told to figure out how to get back to the house before the initiation is over or he won’t be initiated.”

“Fuck you guys. I am not even going to show up.”

“Dude its not going to be you. I have too many guys that have promised not to vote for you.”

“Just calm down and be there.”

 

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Chapter 3: Becoming the Keeper

I don’t know what possessed me to actually show up but I did. I had no reason to believe that Steve was telling me the truth, but deep down inside I hoped that he was right. I hoped that my whole first semester hadn’t been some sort of cosmic joke.

Ten of us showed up at the initiation as five guys had been blackballed since the fireman’s drill night.

We entered the side door of the house, as always, since we were not worthy to enter through the main entry of the house. As soon as we walked through the door we were told to strip down to our underwear and then to put on black robes that were hanging in the bathroom.

Once we were dressed we were led down to the house cellar and we were told that there would be a final vote on our fate. About 20 minutes later the doors to the chapter room, a room that none of us had ever been allowed to enter was flown open and all ten of us were invited to enter. As we walked in to the room all 40 of the active members were standing around the walls of the room holding candles and chanting words that I only I could probably make out being a classic language major.

It was Greek Dia Víou Fylássontai or in English it translated to Life Long Kept. I figured that was how the founders of the fraternity came up with Lambda Lambda Kappa and I figured that they would explain to us that we had to keep our promises to the fraternity for the rest of our lives “Life Long Kept.”

As the initiation went on the Brother Ritual Master a brother named Harvey. He was from some other chapter and he now works for our main temple (headquarters). Harvey explained that LLK was founded on the beliefs of the goddess Nemesis or the goddess of Devine Retribution.

He went on to preach the important beliefs of those original followers of Nemesis were our brothers and that we should take our lessons from their past.

“Repeat after me pledges” Harvey requested.

“I devote myself to the goddess mother Nemesis who is the distributor of fortune,” He read and we repeated.

“She gives neither good nor bad, simply in due proportion to each according to what was deserved.” We repeated again.

“As her followers we will uphold a deep sense of justice and when we see injustice we will not allow it to be passed unpunished.”

If you take this oath then you will indicate that you will always keep your vows.

“Daemon Howard do you promise to keep this pledge, if so say Dia Víou Fylássontai?” Harvey said to Daemon.

“Dia Víou Fylássontai . . . Life Long Kept” Daemon promised

Eric Greenburg do you promise to keep this pledge, if so say Dia Víou Fylássontai?” Harvey said to Eric.

“Dia Víou Fylássontai . . . Life Long Kept” Daemon promised

Kyle Vanderbilt do you promise to keep this pledge, if so say Dia Víou Fylássontai?” Harvey said to my suitemate Kyle

“Dia Víou Fylássontai . . . Life Long Kept” Kyle promised

On it went until Harvey got to the last person, me.
He walked up quietly to me and said,

Zach Talbert do you promise to keep this pledge, if so say Dia Víou Termatofýlakas?”

“Wait what? That doesn’t mean the same thing.” I protested.

Zach Talbert do you promise to keep this pledge, if so say Dia Víou Termatofýlakas?”

“Just say it dude!” Steve prodded me as he was standing with his arm on my shoulder, as were all the other big brothers for their little brothers.

“Dude it means Life Long Keeper not Life Long Kept” I protested.

“Dude none of us know what this shit means you’re the only person around here that can speak Greek” He whispered…if this guy from nationals wants you to say termite say termite just get initiated.

Zach Talbert do you promise to keep this pledge, if so say Dia Víou Termatofýlakas?”

“Dia Víou Termatofýlakas? . . . Life Long Keeper” I promised, fairly certain that I had just promised to be a soccer goalkeeper for the rest of my life. As I said the words I felt this incredible tingling go up my spine, and as soon as it started it stopped. I chalked it up to being giddy that I was so close to finally getting initiated.

Had I been looking in the mirror that was set up on the other side of the room, I would have noticed that for the brief moment that I took my pledge to be the Life Long Keeper that my eyes turned an incredibly dark shade of red…the color of the goddess Nemesis. But like I said I didn't look in the mirror at the time, so I just felt the tingling in the spine and that was that.

“Now in order to show that you are devoted to our brotherhood you will each strip off your robes and undergarments and view yourself in the reflection of Narcissus. If you can turn away from your reflection then you will become a member of this fraternity for life.”

We each stripped and when I did I heard Steve tell me that he thought my new tattoo was really cool. Problem was that I didn’t get a new tattoo. However sure enough right over my heart there was a tattoo of a goose, the fraternity mascot and as it turns out the symbol of Nemesis.

That really is odd, I thought as I waited my turn to look into and look away from the mirror. I half wondered if Daemon could actually look away from his big old dick, but it seemed he managed.

When it was my turn to look into the mirror, I didn’t really notice anything different other than the tattoo that just seemed to out of nowhere. Right as I was about to turn from the mirror I saw to brothers sneaking up behind me with what looked like a bucket in their hands.

From my right side I heard a pissed “Fuck” come form Steve who obviously felt as betrayed as I did.

I turned and looked at the two guys as they were almost upon me and all I could think was God don’t let them pour that on me. As soon as I thought the words a tingling feeling went up my back and the guys stopped where they were and set the bucket down.

No one seemed to notice that two guys had left their spots along the walls and were now standing next to me. Having sat a bucket full of fake blood next to my feet seemed to completely have escaped the notice of everyone in the room, including my big brother.

Steve who was furious one minute ago now seemed to be beaming with pride that I had just been initiated into the fraternity.

I was completely confused and spent the last five minutes of the ceremony steading myself for a bucket of fake blood to be dumped on my head but it never came.

The ceremony was over and I was a new brother of Lambda Lambda Kappa. I did notice that Daemon was pissed, but fuck him he never liked me anyway, so what if his plan to have me humiliated back fired. I was a brother in the best fraternity on campus and I was stoked.

The new member party that night was freaking amazing there were so many brothers in town from every chapter of LLK. At least 200 LLKs from around the state were at our house and so many Kegs had been rolled in.

To say I was trashed would have been an understatement. I also felt on top of the world. The night just seemed to be going my way. Brothers that I had thought really didn’t like me all that much was being decent to me. People were just being friendlier to me; I even got one of the biggest shocks when I asked for a beer.

“Would someone grab me a beer?” I asked to no one in particular within a minute four different brothers came back with a beer in their hand and just sort of absent mindedly handed it over to me and then went back to what ever they were doing before I asked for the beer. It was the oddest yet coolest thing to have brothers who treated their pledges like shit an hour ago now going out of their way to do nice things for us. The weird thing was that every time I asked for something or thought of something I would get this tingle up my spine. Never when I requested something from one of the girls or the few guys from other fraternities that showed up at the house but whenever talking to the brothers, I would just feel this buzz up my spine.

As the night wore on I found myself up in Rog’s room with Jeff Gonzalez my pledge brother who had come in second in the fireman ladder drill. Rog was passed out on his bed and Jeff and I were recounting some of the crazier shit we had to do throughout the semester. When the beer and the horniness set in. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but I couldn’t help it. I just kept thinking how hot it would be to suck Jeff’s big pene (Spanish for penis for the gringos in the forum lol).

I felt it again, that now familiar buzz up my spine, when I looked back up Jeff’s 8 inch was in my face.

“What the fuck Jeff?” I demanded.

“Dude could you please suck me off?” I am just so fucking horny and I need your mouth so bad.

“What the fuck was happening to me, and more importantly how far could I take this?”

 

[deanhuge]

What do you all think? Next chapter (if you all think the story should keep going) will include a lot of sexy time. Let me know if you think this one is worth continuing.

 

[andromeda12]

Please continue, loving it so far.

 

[sessacock]

I'm actually really liking this one, maybe a bit more than Mother Nature. You can do a lot more with a loser with unknown magic.

 

[orangebean]

Let me know if you think this one is worth continuing.

Yes, please.

 

[mg_man]

I'm enjoying it, even though I don't understand the fraternity system.

 

[MileHighNiem]

One of my favorite types of stories and you do a freaking amazing job at it! Pleas e continue ASAP :smile::biggrin1: