ALPHA BETA OMEGA CHAPTER 4
Jorge was nervous when he walked..
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ALPHA BETA OMEGA CHAPTER 4
Jorge was nervous when he walked up to the front steps of the Alpha Beta Omega house. He often went by there on his way to school but never really realized how large it was. The thought of his argument with Maria was still plaguing his mind that he wasn’t exactly Alpha Beta Omega material. He was born and raised in the wrong area of Mexico City, where you have to be tough to survive each day. Although never in a gang, he tattooed his body to bend in and workout everyday to make himself look more intimidating. Instead of joining gangs and getting into trouble he turned to soccer. It was his ability on the field that got him to the university in the States.
At the door to the frat house stood two huge guys blocking the door with the frame of their muscular bodies. They were both shirtless, showing off their smooth, muscle layered torsos. Gleez their muscles have muscles, Jorge thought as he approached them. The two frat brothers on guard duty were all serious, with stern, threatening cold looks on their chisel faces. The shorter of the two guards held a clipboard of names, and held out his hand to stop Jorge. Jorge’s immediate thought was that he was going to be turned away.
“Name,” the brother with the clipboard barked.
“Jorge Toledo,” Jorge responded.
The frat boy looked at Jorge and then down at the clipboard. The frat brother carefully scanned down the list. It felt like an eternity but finally the guy looked up and smiled, a friendly smile.
“Welcome pledge to Alpha Beta Omega” the shorter guy nodded at taller frat brother.
The taller guard reached down into a cooler and pulled out a beer.
The shorter guy took the bottle and handed it to Jorge, “good luck, Jorge.”
“Thanks,” Jorge was relieved as the two muscle jocks stepped aside to let him inside.
Jorge slipped his beer as he walked through the grand entrance hall. He never saw a house so lavish as this one and he sure wouldn’t expect a frat house to be anything like this one. Several beautiful sorority girls and co-Ed’s passed him as they headed toward the door. Jorge took another slip as he turned and checked out the sorority girls in their short dresses.
“Jorge! I’m glad you made it,” Carson came over to greet him, clasping his right hand and bumped shoulders.
“Sorry, I am late,” Jorge returned the blonde wrestling captain’s bro hug.
“No man you right on time,” Carson was all smiles.
“Look like I missed the party,” Jorge laughed and nodded toward the door as the last co-Ed left the house, closing the door behind them.
Carson looked briefly confused toward Jorge. “Uh? Oh, nah man, the real party is just beginning.”
Carson put an arm around Jorge’s shoulders and led him into the living room. Giving Jorge’s shoulder a friendly squeeze, he could see why the Professor wanted the sexy Hispanic muscle boy. Most soccer players are all lower body and not built on top, but Jorge was a full package. Jorge was feeling pretty mellow as Carson introduced him to various frat brothers. He could feel the heat from Carson’s body as the wrestler had his muscular arm across his shoulders, guiding him from one frat brother to another. Jorge found himself feeling comfortable. He wasn’t gay and never had a sexual urge in his life, but being so close to Carson’s tight compact body was causing his cock to stir. Jorge tried to shake it off, saying to himself that it was the beer. When he finished the first bottle, Carson offered Jorge a second one and Jorge gladly accepted. The more he drank the more relaxed and calm he felt. From the corner of his eyes he saw two muscular jocks walking down the stairs shirtless. He recognized Travor, the dark skin quarterback, instantly. Everyone knew him. Behind him, was a tall muscular jock that looked like he could be a pro bodybuilder. Jorge never saw muscles that big and shredded on a college guy before. After them came an older man. The man looked out of place at the frat house, because of his age and the fact he was wearing a dress shirt and pants. However, the older man had an air about himself and held himself as if he owned the house. Jorge found himself intrigued by the stranger. He watched the older man walk up to Alex and whispered into the tall, blonde swimmer’s ear. Although he found it hard to focus, Jorge swore he saw the man giving the frat president’s muscular ass a squeeze before moving on. Jorge told himself that he had too much to drink. As the night went on, Jorge was feeling more and more blissfully relaxed. He had no concerns or worries. He wasn’t the only one. By 11 all the pledges, including Jorge, were shirtless.
At 11 the frat President announced that it is time for the pledges to start the initiation ceremony. The pledges and frat brothers filed downstairs to the large basement. Once everyone was in the basement, Alex instructed the pledges to stand in front of the chairs that were lined up in front of a large television. There were 8 pledges that came to stand in front of the chairs. Each one had a dull, intoxicated look in their eyes as they swayed back and forth. The full fledged frat brothers stood behind them.
“Pledges, welcome to Alpha Beta Omega House. You have been chosen to be pledges because you are the best this campus has to offer. We alphas betas are the elite fraternity on campus, and we only take the best. From this moment, until the end of your probation, you are omegas, nothing, the last. You will serve the alpha and his betas, understand pledges.”
The 8 pledges all shouted, in unison, “yes, sir.”
“Good! Omegas do not wear clothes while in the house. Omegas do not have need for clothes, they serve real men and need to show off their bodies for real men. Now take off your clothes,” Alex ordered.
A part of Jorge knew something wasn’t right, but the beer made his head so fuzzy and unable to process what was going on. However, he began to strip out of his pants and underwear like the rest of the pledges. He was normally shy about exposing his cock to other men. It is not that he was small, but on the contrary, his uncut cock was fat.
“Alpha Betas you may strip to your jockstraps as well,” Alex ordered.
One by one the frat boys stripped out of their clothes and down to jockstraps. Every brother wore identical pure white jockstraps.
Alex peeled his jeans down as well, stepping out of them. Once he was down to his jockstrap, he continued, “we serve our master!”
The full frat brothers replied, in loud booming voices, “We serve our Master!”
Professor Stone then came into the basement. He walked behind each pledge, inspecting their well developed backs and buttocks. This year offered a fine batch of pledges, a wide variety of athletic younger men. Like always they represented the best the university offered. He stopped behind a rugby player and freely ran his hand down the wide back, down to the large muscular ass. Stone continued his inspection. He stroked and fondled a magnificent tall basketball player and groped a compact gymnast. Stone walked around in front of them and inspected the pledges’ front. The Professor stopped in front of Jorge and looked down at the impressive uncut cock. Smiling, the older man gripped Jorge’s cock and began to move the foreskin up and down the thick staff. Jorge continued to stare straight ahead as he swayed left to right. He let out a deep moan as his fat cock head began to drool pre-cum.
“Good boy,” the Professor whispered.
Stone walked on down the line and then over to stand beside Alex. He then turned to face his future new slaves, “Pledges have a seat.”
In unison the naked, drugged pledges sat down in the chairs behind them. The Professor motion to Alex and the frat President activated the television.
“Watch the monitor, focus on it,” the Professor ordered.
The large screen began to pulsate and flash in each pledge’s eyes. A part of Jorge wanted to look away but at the same time he was washed with a feeling of blissfulness as words began to flash before his eyes.
“Obedience is pleasure.”
“Obey.”
“Serve.”
“Submissive to real men is good.”
“Jocks must be obedient to real alpha.”
“Pledges are Omegas, brothers are beta, there is only one alpha, the master.”
Over and over the words bombarded their open minds. Images then began to flash as well. Muscular younger men, like themselves, were serving and getting fucked and used by older men. The various muscle jocks and bodybuilders appeared so happy as they served the older men. Moans of pleasure and ecstasy filled the younger men’s ears and rewired brains. The pledges grew aroused as their cocks stood straight up from their laps. The Professor pulled the tube of gel from his pocket and rubbed some of it onto his hands. He then once more moved behind the muscular younger pledges, making sure not to block their view of the programming. Stone started with Kyle, a member of the university’s unofficial weightlifting team and social media influencer. The Professor stood behind the dark hair stallion and began to rub Kyle’s shoulders. The gel on the Professor’s hands sent waves of pleasure through the muscular younger man. His already hard cock began to throb at the touch of his new master. The Professor worked his hands lower, over the large pecs. Kyle moaned as the Professor squeezed and cupped his pecs. The Professor then took Kyle’s nipples between his fingers and rubbed the pointed nads. Kyle was in pure pleasure. His nipples were never so sensitive. He continues to watch the monitor, his drugged mind adsording the new programming, while thrusting his raging cock into the air. Kyle’s knocks gripped the armrest of the chair. The muscle stud moaned loud and shot his load out of his swollen cock head, shooting his seed over his smooth 6 pack abs and pecs. The Professor smiled and clapped his new slave on the shoulder, before moving on to work his next slave.
