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Braxton Gunn was a freshman in his first semester of college. He had only rushed Alpha Chi because his dad had been in the frat when he was in college. Braxton was planning on becoming an engineer, and he was a bit of a nerd, but he had always gotten along with everyone in high school. He didn’t think he was the typical frat bro, but during the two month pledge period, he’d gotten to know a few of the other pledges and some of them were kind of cool.
The initiation event for Alpha Chi was the first weekend of November. The pledge instructor, Sebastian, had given each of the aspiring brothers a long robe and told them to wear it to the event with nothing but underwear beneath - “and shave your ass,” he’d added firmly.
Braxton already kept his ass smooth and hairless, but no one needed to know that. He gave himself a quick once-over with his razor in the shower that morning anyway. He was five foot eight and about a hundred and fifty pounds, but he was pretty sure that at least twenty of those pounds were just his ass, which was bigger and rounder than most guys his size. He’d always been a little self-conscious of his fat ass.
He arrived at the frat house about five minutes before midnight, and Sebastian led him into a room off of the living room, where several other pledges already waited, all wearing the same plain robes. The main feature of the room was a long, wide, waist-high padded bench with several holes in it, set along one wall. There was another knock, and Sebastian disappeared to open the front door again.
Braxton saw one of the pledges he’d gotten to know over the past couple months, Andrew, a short guy with dark curly hair, and they said hi to each other.
“Your dad tell you anything about initiation?” Andrew asked.
“Nope,” Braxton said, grinning nervously. “What about your brother?”
Andrew’s brother had graduated a couple years ago, and was also an Alpha Chi brother.
“Nah,” said Andrew. “He told me some wild stories about the parties and stuff, but he wouldn’t tell me a word about initiation.”
Finally, all the new members were there. Sebastian closed the door and stood in front of them.
“As you know,” he said. “This is the most exclusive frat on campus. You’ve been pledges for two months now - it’s been pretty fun, huh?”
The pledges mumbled their agreement.
“Let me hear you,” Sebastian encouraged.
“Yes, sir,” said the pledges in a ragged chorus.
“Better. Alpha Chi has a longer pledge period than any other frat on campus for a reason,” Sebastian went on. “We’ve eliminated those of you that we didn’t think made the cut. Only fifteen of you remain, and tonight, you will become one of us - a brother of Alpha Chi. Tonight, you will go through the same initiation that every brother of Alpha Chi has experienced since our founding in 1975.”
The pledges mumbled excitedly.
“To put it simply, by being here tonight, you are agreeing to do every single thing that is asked of you, without protesting. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” the pledges recited.
“Good,” said Sebastian, staring them all down. “So - if you think you can’t handle that… if you think you’re too good for this frat… the door’s right there. You can walk out right now. Otherwise, you’re in this for life.”
The pledges looked around at each other, but none of them walked out.
“Alright. Let us begin.” Sebastian turned and yelled, “Brothers! Enter!"
The door opened and a line of brothers walked in, wearing robes, their faces covered by plain black masks.
“Welcome, brothers,” said Sebastian. “Are you ready for the ceremony?”
The brothers all whooped and cheered. Braxton’s heart started beating faster, wondering what was about to happen.
“Pledges, see that bench behind you?”
The pledges all turned to look at the padded bench.
“Pick a spot, lean over the bench, and put your face in one of the holes,” Sebastian ordered. "From this moment on, you are not permitted to speak until the ceremony is complete."
Slowly, the pledges did as Sebastian said. Braxton avoided looking at the guys on either side of him as he leaned over the bench and put his face into one of the holes like he was on a massage table. The bench was the perfect height for him to keep his feet on the ground while laying his upper body flat against the bench.
He heard footsteps, and rustling, but he didn’t dare look up. Then he heard someone whisper “What the fuck?”
“Silence,” barked Sebastian, his voice a lot closer than before.
Braxton was near the middle of the line, and he heard the footsteps come closer, pausing briefly every couple steps. Then he felt someone, probably Sebastian, pull his robe up so his ass in his boxers was exposed to the room.
His heart beat even faster. Were they gonna spank them or something?
“Pledges, pull down your underwear and show us your cheeks,” said Sebastian.
Braxton hesitated a second, and heard someone murmuring something to his right.
“Now!” snapped Sebastian. “This is what you agreed to, remember? Hesitate again and you’re out.”
Braxton quickly reached back and pulled his boxers down, settling his waistband around his thighs with a snap and exposing his thick asscheeks. He was suddenly glad that his ass was too thick to show his hole, even bent over like this.
“Oh, damn,” he heard one of the masked brothers say from behind him. One of them let out a whoop. “Fuck, yeah,” another voice said, and there were several grunts of approval.
Braxton was sure that he would feel the smack of a paddle or something at any moment and he couldn’t help but brace himself, gripping the edge of the bench above his head. Maybe they were just going to inspect them to make sure that the pledges had followed the ass-shaving instruction, to humiliate everyone sufficiently before the real initiation began.
“Time for our first pick,” said Sebastian. “Whenever you’re ready, my brother.”
There was another set of footsteps, someone walking along the line of exposed asses. The footsteps passed Braxton, going to the end of the line, then came back towards him. He heard them stop right behind him. There was a chorus of groans from the masked brothers.
“Excellent choice,” said Sebastian in an amused voice. “No surprise there. Second choice, please step forward.”
Another set of footsteps paced the line, and then they stopped nearby.
“Another solid choice,” said Sebastian. “Third pick, your turn.”
Sebastian prompted all fifteen of the brothers to select their choice of pledges until everyone was matched up. Braxton lay there listening, trying not to think about the fact that his bare ass was sticking up at whoever was standing behind him. To his surprise, he felt his cock twitch slightly as he pictured one of the masked brothers looking down at his bare, round ass.
“Alright - you all know what to do,” said Sebastian. “Proceed when ready, boys.”
Braxton felt a cold sensation on his ass, a slick liquid dripping down his crack, and then there were fingers touching him, rubbing the lube down over his asshole. He couldn’t help but gasp, and he wasn’t the only one, as the other pledges all reacted to having their hole fondled.
“I will remind the pledges one last time,” said Sebastian loudly. “By being here tonight, you agreed to do everything asked of you by your older brothers. So far, none of you has done anything worthy of expulsion. Keep it that way.”
The fingers on Braxton’s ass didn’t stop moving as Sebastian spoke, rubbing circles over his rim. Another hand gripped his ass, digging into his cheek and pulling it to the side. Braxton heard a sharp inhale of breath behind him, and then the rubbing, lubed-up finger slid inside his asshole.
Braxton took a choking breath, gripping the edge of the bench. He felt frozen with surprise as the finger pushed deeper inside. He’d never put anything inside his ass before, although he’d thought about it a lot. By the hushed gasps and hitched breaths echoing around the room, he assumed that the other pledges were also getting fingered by the older brothers.
There was another cold trickle of lube, and then a second finger joined the first inside his hole. Braxton pressed his face into the cushioned hole, mind racing - this was so fucking weird - was this really the initiation ritual? No wonder his dad hadn’t told him anything - and then the fingers inside him brushed something, a spot along his channel that he figured was his prostate, and suddenly Braxton couldn’t think about anything else except the fingers in his hole.
A third finger slid inside him now, twisting and twirling, and Braxton bit his lip, holding in a groan as the fingers rubbed over his prostate again and again. Then they withdrew, and Braxton felt something else against his lubed hole, something thicker and hotter.
Suddenly something occurred to Braxton's frazzled brain, something that he should have realized much sooner - he was about to get fucked up the ass. He was about to get fucked right there, surrounded by thirty other people, in the living room of the frat house, by an anonymous man in a mask.
The cockhead prodded at his hole gently for a moment, then slowly, pushed past his rim. It was thicker than the three fingers, and Braxton couldn’t hold in a groan as his ass was penetrated.
He’d never felt anything like this before - it was so strange, but so good - and the fact that he was experiencing this strange new sensation in such a public situation made his cock start to thicken up.
He closed his eyes and bit his lip hard as the cock pulled out, then pushed back in, fucking him in long, slow strokes. Whoever it was knew what he was doing, letting Braxton’s ass muscles push him out, then sliding back in a little deeper each time. The cock felt thick, but to Braxton's surprise, it didn’t really hurt that much. In fact, it felt really, really good.
His fucker’s hand was on his ass, pulling and kneading at his cheek. He pulled out the whole way, leaving Braxton’s hole empty. Braxton had to stifle a moan. His hole felt so open and wet and sensitive. He didn’t know he could feel like this.
Braxton felt another drizzle of lube, then the cockhead rubbed over the lube before pushing back inside his hole. He’d never thought about his asshole this much - now it was the most important part of his body. It felt like the mystery man’s dick never ended, more and more cock pushing inside Braxton with every stroke.
He had no idea how long it had been since the ritual started. It might have been a couple minutes, maybe over an hour. His hole was really opening up now, and whoever was fucking him had both hands on his cheeks, gripping and pulling at Braxton’s fat ass as he fucked him steadily.
There was lots of moaning around the room, and several slapping noises. One pledge kept whimpering, “Oh, God,” every couple minutes. Braxton felt like he might burst. His cock was rock hard.
His fucker put one hand on the small of his back, holding him down as he leaned in and started to pound him harder. Braxton could feel his ass jiggling with each thrust, and he could hear the messy, wet sounds his hole was making. His fucker’s thighs slapped against his ass again and again. The invading cock felt huge and long and thick, sliding over Braxton’s prostate and spreading him open.
Braxton had no idea this was what it would feel like to be fucked up the ass. He didn’t know how he would ever think about anything else ever again.
His fucker smacked his ass with one large hand, then grunted, the most noise he’d made so far. Braxton could feel the mysterious cock pulsing inside him, and he realized that he was getting pumped full of hot semen. The realization made Braxton’s aching cock twitch, and to his great surprise and shame, he spilled his own load over the bench beneath him. He couldn't keep his hole from pulsing wildly around the cock deep in his ass.
After a moment, the cock slid out of him, and there was another drizzle of lube, then something smooth and metal nudged at his hole. A butt plug, he realized as the smooth metal object pushed inside him and settled inside his hole.
Braxton lay there, hole pulsing around the plug, staring at the dark floor under the bench. He couldn’t believe he came just from getting fucked up the ass. He couldn’t believe he just got fucked up the ass. Did his dad really participate in this ceremony? Maybe it had been different back in the eighties.
“Excellent,” he heard Sebastian say. “Every pledge has been successfully bred. You are now officially brothers of Alpha Chi.”
There was a round of cheering from the older brothers.
“The brother who has just nutted inside you will be your big brother and mentor during your time in Alpha Chi,” Sebastian announced. “New brothers, you may pull up your underwear and turn around to meet your big brother.”
Braxton unclenched his fingers from the edge of the bench and reached back to pull up his boxers. He felt like a different person from when he walked into the frat house earlier that night. Slowly, he pulled his face out of the hole in the bench and stood up, turning around, heart racing. He couldn’t help the way his jaw dropped when he saw who was standing in front of him.
“Take your time to get to know your big brother,” he heard Sebastian saying through the rushing sound in his ears - but Braxton already knew who he was. Braxton had barely spoken to him in the two months he’d been pledged to Alpha Chi, but he recognized him immediately as the president of the frat.
Mark Sherman was tall, at least six foot four, and extremely good-looking, with a strong jaw covered in scruff and wavy dark hair that swooped over his forehead - and he was smirking.
“Hey, little bro,” he said in his deep voice, grinning down at Braxton, dimples on either side of his smile.
Braxton’s throat was dry. His sore asshole clenched around the plug inside him.
“H-hi,” he managed to say. “Um - Mark.”
Mark nodded easily, raising his eyebrows. “How did it feel to be first pick?”
“I - I dunno,” said Braxton, finally looking around. His fellow new brothers all seemed just as subdued as they met the men who had just unloaded inside their asses.
“You deserved it,” said Mark appreciatively. “You got a crazy fucking ass, man.”
Braxton stared up at him, unsure if he should thank him.
“Now that we’ve all reacquainted ourselves, it’s time to join the rest of the frat,” Sebastian announced. “They’re all waiting for us to start the party!”
He opened the door back into the living room. The new brothers hesitated.
“Go ahead,” said Mark, nudging Braxton.
Braxton gulped, then headed towards the door mostly because he wasn’t sure what else to do.
The rest of the brothers waiting in the living room were all staring at the door, and they whooped when Braxton appeared. Braxton hesitated again, feeling himself start to blush.
They all knew, it occurred to him. They all knew that he’d just gotten fucked up the ass. Suddenly, there was a muscled arm around his neck, and Mark was pulling him further into the living room.
“Meet my new little brother Braxton, everyone!” he cried out, and the room burst into cheers.
The other new members started coming through the door, followed by their big brothers, and everyone cheered for each one. Braxton noticed Andrew with his big brother, a big burly guy with buzzed hair and a wide, slightly cross-eyed grin.
“Let’s party!” Mark cried, and he slapped Braxton’s ass through the robe. Braxton felt himself blush hotly as everyone cheered again. His ass clenched around the plug.
Someone passed red plastic cups full of beer to Mark and Braxton, and Braxton took a long gulp.
“Fuck yeah, lil bro,” said Mark approvingly. “Here, you gotta meet some of the other execs - yo, Frankie!”
Another big guy turned around, staring curiously at Braxton. He was the vice president of the frat, Mark told him. He also introduced him to the secretary, a tall skinny guy who everyone called Platypus, and the social chair, a smaller guy named Arnold who gave him a knowing smile.
Arnold leaned and spoke in Braxton’s ear. “Mark was my big brother a couple years ago,” he said. “He’s great - he really helped me on my campaign last year as social chair.”
It finally registered to Braxton that his big brother was really the president of the frat. Every other frat brother would be jealous of him, when all he’d done was have a fat ass.
“Damn,” said the vice president, Frankie, with a grin aimed at Braxton. “We all wanted to pick you tonight, man, but pres got the first pick, of course. That ass of yours is insane.”
“Th-thanks,” Braxton heard himself mumble. He took another big gulp of his drink.
He hadn’t drank that much before, and he could feel the alcohol spreading through his veins. The plug felt heavy and strange inside his freshly fucked hole.
Braxton got a little more drunk than he meant to as the night went on. Mark stayed beside him, introducing him to people and joking about Braxton’s fat ass several times. Each mention of his ass sent a strange thrill through Braxton’s intoxicated brain. They all knew, he kept reminding himself. They all knew Mark had just fucked him up the ass. He could barely think about anything else, people’s names and faces blurring together.
Finally, the party wound down, and people started to leave. Mark leaned in closer to Braxton, and Braxton felt his hand on his ass once more. He had to force himself not to flinch away.
“Good job tonight, lil bro,” Mark told him in a low voice, dark eyes flashing down at him. “Best initiation I’ve had in a long time.”
He squeezed Braxton’s ass hard, and Braxton bit his lip to keep from squeaking.
“I’ll see you soon,” said Mark, and Braxton couldn’t help but hear it as a threat.