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Jeremy stood there waiting his turn to go up on the auction block both excited and anxious about what was about to happen. He was a freshman at State and like his bro Stuart, who was standing next to him, a pledge at Sigma Mu. And while he wasn’t sure what would happen to him after he was auctioned off, he’d been told that it was quite an honor to be selected as one of the two pledges to represent his prospective fraternity. After all, there were ten other pledges who could have been selected to represent the fraternity but it was Jeremy and Stuart who had been chosen for the role.
The auction was a semi-annual event held during each semester’s rush period where every frat house provided two pledges to be auctioned off – the money raised going to fund a variety of the charities the fraternities supported. Only fraternities could bid on their services, though each fraternity was forbidden to bid on its own pledges. Jeremy and Stuart and all the other pledges waiting their turn would become the property of the winning bidder and would actually be living in the winning fraternity’s house for the next week. While there, they would be expected to do whatever the brothers of the winning fraternity told them to do, which Jeremy understood might involve doing things that were uncomfortable and embarrassing. However, in return for their participation in the auction, all the pledges were exempted from Hell Week at their own fraternity and were guaranteed acceptance as a member of the fraternity they were pledged to.
Jeremy didn’t understand why all the pledges being auctioned off were required to be shirtless, but he was sure there was a good reason behind it. The only thing that gave Jeremy pause was the uproar that seemed to greet every pledge when he first made his way onto the auction block. The auction itself was being held in an adjacent room, so the pledges weren’t able to actually see what was going on. But the shouts and noise that seemed to greet the entry of every pledge could clearly be heard in the waiting area. And Jeremy would swear that he actually heard one voice exclaiming, ‘What a pretty bitch,’ when the previous pledge was brought in, though he couldn’t understand why any group of dudes would scream something like that when another dude was brought in for bidding.
Jeremy would have asked any of the pledges who’d already been auctioned off what it was like, but those pledges were immediately entrusted to the winning frat and didn’t return to the waiting area. Jeremy figured, though, that he’d find out for himself soon enough, seeing how he was the next pledge scheduled to go on the block.
Sure enough, just moments later the two frat brothers who’d been escorting the pledges into the other room came over to him. “You’re up, boy,” one of them said.
Jeremy quickly turned to Stuart and said, “Wish me luck, bro.”
“Knock ‘em, dead, Jer,” Stuart responded.
And off Jeremy went, nervous but excited, and above all determined to make the brothers of Sigma Mu proud.
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It was a week after the auction, and two brothers of the Kappa Phi Lambda fraternity were in the front seat while Jeremy had the back seat all to himself. Jeremy looked a lot different than he had one week earlier when he mounted the steps to the dais where he was to be auctioned off. For one thing, he was completely naked. For another, his boy-nips were now at least three times larger than they had been just a week earlier, a testament to all the attention the boys at Kappa Phi Lambda had paid to them during his stay. But perhaps the most obvious change you’d note if you looked at Jeremy as he sat there was that his body had been totally depilated so that, except for the hair on his head, not a single follicle of hair appeared anywhere on his body. No one, looking at Jeremy now, his body totally bereft of Manly body hair, would ever see him as anything other than a boy.
Jeremy’s total lack of body hair made his hard cock – his boy-clit as he’d been taught to call it – stand out even more. Jeremy’s cock was fully erect most of the time. The brothers at Kappa Phi Lambda had seen to that by feeding the boy Viagra multiple times a day and physically manipulating his cock whenever an erection seemed to flag. It helped, of course, that they hadn’t let Jeremy cum once while he was there. Jeremy had learned early on that he could only shoot a load of his ball-slime when one of the Sigma Mu brothers had a cock up Jeremy’s pussy and, only then if the brother gave him permission. Failure to abide by the prohibition was always met with a brutal ass-tanning with a paddle, something Jeremy had endured multiple times every day he was there for one infraction or another.
The biggest change in Jeremy was something you couldn’t see while he was sitting down. It was the gaping hole between his legs that now marked his boypussy though, to be honest, it really wasn’t gaping as Jeremy rode over to the Sigma Mu frat-house. It was stuffed with a huge butt-plug, designed to keep the multiple loads they’d fed the boy during his goodbye gangbang from leaking out and soiling the seat of the car he was riding in.
As massive as the physical changes Jeremy’s body has undergone during his stay at Kappa Phi Lambda, even more impressive has been the change in the boy’s perceptions about himself. He no longer sees himself as a stud, as a Real Man. He now sees himself as the brothers at Kappa Phi Lambda obviously saw him – as a little fag with two holes at the ends of his body dedicated to the servicing of Man-cock whenever called upon to do so. Jeremy understands now that he won’t ever be a brother in the Sigma Mu frat. He and his bro Stuart will be Sigma Mu fuck-bitches, there to sexually service the real brothers whenever one of them feels the need to nut. And while that may not have been a future he would have ever even contemplated before, he accepted the fact that it was his future now.
Jeremy knew it would be hard to get used to the future that awaited him – naked all the time, spreading his legs and opening his mouth when a Sigma Mu brother had a hard cock that needed servicing, drinking piss when one of the brother’s needed to take a leak, cleaning out a dirty ass with his tongue when called upon to do so, even serving as a punching bag or a whipping boy when a brother needed to let off some steam. But at least he had been well-prepared for his new role in life by the brothers of Kappa Phi Lambda, just as their two new fuck-bitches had been trained by the brothers of the other fraternities that had participated in the ‘auction.’ Jeremy could only hope that he’d been trained well-enough to perform to the standards that Sigma Mu expected in their fuck-bitches. Because one thing Jeremy had definitely learned during his time in the Kappa Phi Lambda frat-house is that, if he didn’t, he’d be one sorry little bitch. One sore and aching little bitch, too. That was one thing Jeremy knew for sure.
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Jeremy stood there waiting his turn to go up on the auction block both excited and anxious about what was about to happen. He was a freshman at State and like his bro Stuart, who was standing next to him, a pledge at Sigma Mu. And while he wasn’t sure what would happen to him after he was auctioned off, he’d been told that it was quite an honor to be selected as one of the two pledges to represent his prospective fraternity. After all, there were ten other pledges who could have been selected to represent the fraternity but it was Jeremy and Stuart who had been chosen for the role.
The auction was a semi-annual event held during each semester’s rush period where every frat house provided two pledges to be auctioned off – the money raised going to fund a variety of the charities the fraternities supported. Only fraternities could bid on their services, though each fraternity was forbidden to bid on its own pledges. Jeremy and Stuart and all the other pledges waiting their turn would become the property of the winning bidder and would actually be living in the winning fraternity’s house for the next week. While there, they would be expected to do whatever the brothers of the winning fraternity told them to do, which Jeremy understood might involve doing things that were uncomfortable and embarrassing. However, in return for their participation in the auction, all the pledges were exempted from Hell Week at their own fraternity and were guaranteed acceptance as a member of the fraternity they were pledged to.
Jeremy didn’t understand why all the pledges being auctioned off were required to be shirtless, but he was sure there was a good reason behind it. The only thing that gave Jeremy pause was the uproar that seemed to greet every pledge when he first made his way onto the auction block. The auction itself was being held in an adjacent room, so the pledges weren’t able to actually see what was going on. But the shouts and noise that seemed to greet the entry of every pledge could clearly be heard in the waiting area. And Jeremy would swear that he actually heard one voice exclaiming, ‘What a pretty bitch,’ when the previous pledge was brought in, though he couldn’t understand why any group of dudes would scream something like that when another dude was brought in for bidding.
Jeremy would have asked any of the pledges who’d already been auctioned off what it was like, but those pledges were immediately entrusted to the winning frat and didn’t return to the waiting area. Jeremy figured, though, that he’d find out for himself soon enough, seeing how he was the next pledge scheduled to go on the block.
Sure enough, just moments later the two frat brothers who’d been escorting the pledges into the other room came over to him. “You’re up, boy,” one of them said.
Jeremy quickly turned to Stuart and said, “Wish me luck, bro.”
“Knock ‘em, dead, Jer,” Stuart responded.
And off Jeremy went, nervous but excited, and above all determined to make the brothers of Sigma Mu proud.
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It was a week after the auction, and two brothers of the Kappa Phi Lambda fraternity were in the front seat while Jeremy had the back seat all to himself. Jeremy looked a lot different than he had one week earlier when he mounted the steps to the dais where he was to be auctioned off. For one thing, he was completely naked. For another, his boy-nips were now at least three times larger than they had been just a week earlier, a testament to all the attention the boys at Kappa Phi Lambda had paid to them during his stay. But perhaps the most obvious change you’d note if you looked at Jeremy as he sat there was that his body had been totally depilated so that, except for the hair on his head, not a single follicle of hair appeared anywhere on his body. No one, looking at Jeremy now, his body totally bereft of Manly body hair, would ever see him as anything other than a boy.
Jeremy’s total lack of body hair made his hard cock – his boy-clit as he’d been taught to call it – stand out even more. Jeremy’s cock was fully erect most of the time. The brothers at Kappa Phi Lambda had seen to that by feeding the boy Viagra multiple times a day and physically manipulating his cock whenever an erection seemed to flag. It helped, of course, that they hadn’t let Jeremy cum once while he was there. Jeremy had learned early on that he could only shoot a load of his ball-slime when one of the Sigma Mu brothers had a cock up Jeremy’s pussy and, only then if the brother gave him permission. Failure to abide by the prohibition was always met with a brutal ass-tanning with a paddle, something Jeremy had endured multiple times every day he was there for one infraction or another.
The biggest change in Jeremy was something you couldn’t see while he was sitting down. It was the gaping hole between his legs that now marked his boypussy though, to be honest, it really wasn’t gaping as Jeremy rode over to the Sigma Mu frat-house. It was stuffed with a huge butt-plug, designed to keep the multiple loads they’d fed the boy during his goodbye gangbang from leaking out and soiling the seat of the car he was riding in.
As massive as the physical changes Jeremy’s body has undergone during his stay at Kappa Phi Lambda, even more impressive has been the change in the boy’s perceptions about himself. He no longer sees himself as a stud, as a Real Man. He now sees himself as the brothers at Kappa Phi Lambda obviously saw him – as a little fag with two holes at the ends of his body dedicated to the servicing of Man-cock whenever called upon to do so. Jeremy understands now that he won’t ever be a brother in the Sigma Mu frat. He and his bro Stuart will be Sigma Mu fuck-bitches, there to sexually service the real brothers whenever one of them feels the need to nut. And while that may not have been a future he would have ever even contemplated before, he accepted the fact that it was his future now.
Jeremy knew it would be hard to get used to the future that awaited him – naked all the time, spreading his legs and opening his mouth when a Sigma Mu brother had a hard cock that needed servicing, drinking piss when one of the brother’s needed to take a leak, cleaning out a dirty ass with his tongue when called upon to do so, even serving as a punching bag or a whipping boy when a brother needed to let off some steam. But at least he had been well-prepared for his new role in life by the brothers of Kappa Phi Lambda, just as their two new fuck-bitches had been trained by the brothers of the other fraternities that had participated in the ‘auction.’ Jeremy could only hope that he’d been trained well-enough to perform to the standards that Sigma Mu expected in their fuck-bitches. Because one thing Jeremy had definitely learned during his time in the Kappa Phi Lambda frat-house is that, if he didn’t, he’d be one sorry little bitch. One sore and aching little bitch, too. That was one thing Jeremy knew for sure.