-The Violet Book-

By: Blue_Star

"Well son, have you narrowed down which school you think you might like?"
"Yes. It's between either Everwood or Del Martin."
"I always wanted to go to Everwood School when I was younger but never quite made the cut. Well, now that your Father's around, it'll be a surefire bet you'll be able to make it in. That is, if that's what you want."

"I'd like to visit both campuses. I'll make up my mind after that. Thank you Father."
"You're welcome. I'll see to it that a round trip is arranged."



My name is August Daxon.
Because of a simple donation from my Father last spring, I was accepted into the college of my choice.

†THE•VIOLET•BOOK†

I have a story.

But before you start judging me, I want to tell you something first.
This world revolves around money. It can get you whatever you want.

Understand where I come from when I say this.
I've been rich all my life.
I was raised to think this way. I'll always continue to think this way.

I've never known hardships, and I don't want to know them.

I'm used to being disliked, but it's fair enough.
I'd much rather be disliked than average.

I'm not a weakling. I'm not a nerd. I'm not short or smart or overly popular. I just happen to have money. So, I can be whoever I want to be when I want to be it. Student body president. Honor student. Prom king. I've been 'em all. Money got me there.

I'll spend the rest of my life living well off, and I'm sure I'll die well off too.
I can't help it. It's just who I am.


So, now that you know a little about me, I want to ask something about you.
Do you honestly believe that money can't buy you love?
Because for me, money has bought me far more love than I could ever hope to handle.

Chapter 1: Purple Jackets


My Father and I visited Del Martin first. It was boring and I didn't like the color of the buildings. Everything looked too new, and there was nothing rustic or romantic about it. The grounds seemed to say to me, 'This is a place where you will simply have to buckle down and learn things. There's not much else to entertain you here.' As you might guess, I was only going through the motions. Everyone goes to college, so, I would do the same.

I don't like school. My student life (especially with growing up in private schools) was particularly boring. However, I now had a hand in deciding on my own future. If I were to be able to pick any college I wanted, it would have to be not only one of high rank, but also somewhere that looked like it might be at least a little bit more fun than what I was used to.

After deciding that Del Martin was a definite 'no', we traveled down to Virginia to visit Everwood. I knew the moment our map began to lead us back into the hills that this was the school that I would want to attend. A mysterious and exciting place, hidden away within the rural countryside. Somewhere new, of which I would come to be accepted and appreciated.

Father and I talked to pass the time, but our conversation soon faded as we began to concentrate on all the twists, turns, and forks that were appearing in the road. It almost seemed like the college we were trying to reach didn't want to be found by those who weren't alumni. After rounding a tight bend there was suddenly a long concourse of kept trees and nicely cut grass. Large old stone statues, some of saints and others of philosophers and poets, lined the way.
"Seems like this might be an interesting place," Father had said. I agreed. Maybe Everwood would look like a medieval castle or maybe an old English town. Of course, I only cared about it's appearance.

But then, I saw two black jagged steeples. They appeared and then vanished through peeks in the trees. A bit confused, I got out my bag and flipped through my Everwood brochure one more time. If this place was so decadent looking, why were there only pictures of gardens and birds in the handout? We passed an elaborate bronzed road sign that welcomed us. And as the road split, a second sign read 'Saint Vitorika Cemetery, Observatory, 1/2 Mile'. A cemetery on campus? My curiosity was already peaked, but this was another surprise.

The iron gates at the end of the concourse were open. There, the road turned to a kind of cobblestone.
And once we'd passed through those gates...it was as if the real world had left us completely.

Everwood loomed before us.

The buildings were old, tall, and highly ornate. Perhaps they were from as far back as the six or seventeenth century. The largest and most notable among them was the doomy, two-tiered stone cathedral that I had seen on our way in. Most of the other buildings boasted some sort of religious crest or symbol, and this confused me because I never recalled having ever read anything about Everwood being a Catholic School.

The main part of the campus was circular in shape, with all of it's major structures facing inward. At the heart of the village was something that looked almost like a memorial or devotional shrine. There were stone pillars, flowers, and a statue of a handsome yet unhappy looking young man holding up a book with a notably large letter 'V' on it. There was little sunlight on campus despite it being a bright day with blue sky overhead. The place was beautiful, but for some reason a bit intimidating.

"I'd say this place gets an A for atmosphere at least," my Father chuckled as we parked and got out of the car.
"I like it."
"Well, let's have a look around, shall we?"
The students looked normal enough. They seemed all too used to their lavish surroundings and no one really paid it any mind. I liked the fact that uniforms were unnecessary. Another plus. We made our way about the grounds and saw the library, the cafeteria, and the dorms, which, were quite spacious.

"So in the 1500's the Italians built this place. Right after Columbus. Interesting," my Father was fascinated, lost in all the informational material we had received at the Administration building. We had just eaten lunch and were passing by a row of Fraternity houses that led towards the cathedral. Groups of boys my age and older were hanging around outside their respective homes.

It was then I realized that instead of living in a dorm, a House would probably better suit me. (I mean, what with my status and all.)

I was eyeing the students, curious as to which place I might like best. Immediately I was drawn towards the house in the middle of the row. It was taller than the others, indicating that it was probably the most elite. There was a double decked porch, but the architecture was strange. It looked almost kind of like a misplaced wooden ski lodge. On the front of the building was a large 'V' that matched the book from the statue in the center gardens. At the time I thought little of it because I became distracted by a small group idling about out front. They were standing there talking in dark purple jackets.

Everwood's color was red.

I could tell by their attitudes that they were wealthy. All three looked like Seniors. When they noticed I was staring at them their conversation slowed, and they began to gawk back at me with little reserve. One had cropped brown hair that was pushed behind his ears. The second was lean with strong features. He had only a light peachfuzz of hair, but this better complimented him. It also suggested that he was probably some kind of athlete. The third looked...well, like a deviant. He wore sunglasses atop his head and seemed to be giving everyone (and everything) around him the once over, people and plants alike. Now that he saw me, it was clear that he was attempting to, and succeeding, to slowly rape me with his gaze.

As far as the other two, I couldn't tell what exactly they were thinking. Their expressions were somewhat hard to read. But I liked the color of their jackets, and that was my deciding factor.
I would belong to the 'V' group.

Right after we passed them, the cathedral's clock hit the hour. The bells were deafening. The sound they made was deep. Ominous.

I quickly realized that there was something odd about the large church; perhaps it was in the way that it stood there. We had learned that Everwood wasn't a religious school, but rather it had been when it had first been built. It had served as a Catholic University for Italian students venturing to America.

"How do they sleep around here I wonder?!" My Father yelled over the rumbling 'bongs' reverberating from the tower. By now he was completely sold on the place. So was I. After finding the church was locked we called it a day. There wasn't much else left to discuss, except when I would be leaving to move there.

†•†

Six months later I returned. This time as a member and Freshman of Everwood. Parting from home hadn't been too hard. My parents wished me well, and that was that. Most of the friendships I had had in High School were either out of obligation or pretty superficial. I was popular enough, sure, but there was no one I had bothered to shed tears over by leaving behind. Besides, like me, most of them were all off to new places anyway .

The day I arrived I made the V House my very first stop.

I walked in through the heavy wooden doors. It was quiet. The atmosphere was nice and even sort of cozy. Couches, clocks, all the normal things one would think to find. It was now definitely clear that everyone that lived here had had a nice upbringing. I was looking around when several of the members suddenly came clattering down the stairs. Two of them I recognized from before. Luckily the scary one was absent.

"It must be that time of year again," the athlete looked at me and smiled as he descended the stairs with his friends. His warm disposition threw me off as he passed by with a pleasant look and headed out the door.
"Time for Pledges already," another in a jacket sighed, "Ah, my favorite time of year. Definitely better than Christmas."
A couple more gave me pleased looks as they left. The Senior with the cropped brown hair approached.

Without saying a single word he looked me over. We shared a strange sort of silence of which he seemed to enjoy. Then, after that, he slowly began to circle behind me. I stood there, confident that I'd pass whatever specifications he was looking for.

He was behind me when he first spoke.
"Wanna pledge?" his voice had a faint sort of New England accent to it.
"Yeah," I said simply. We were now alone.
"Hm...ok."

'That's it? This college stuff's gonna be even easier than I thought.' I was already getting full of myself.
"To pledge at Vita Sacro takes 3 months."
"That's fine."
"It won't be easy."
"That's fine," I repeated. I knew there wasn't anything that I couldn't get around with the help of my checkbook.
"What's your name?"
I told him.
"Where's your stuff August?"
"Still in my car."
"Move it on in. Sean Teagen by the way, Second Floor Captain." I immediately thought it odd that the two floors needed separate and chosen 'captains'.
"Should I be calling you anything in particular from here on out?" I gave a wry smile.
"What?" the leader of the second floor asked daftly. I could already tell that brains were not Sean's strongpoint.
"Like, you know, a title or something. Do I have to call everyone 'master' for the next twelve weeks?"


Teagen laughed, "No. What you're in for is much worse than that."
"That bad, huh?"
"Well...that depends on what kind of guy you are. Could be bad....could be good," he murmured the last part. After he said this I decided that I liked him. Teagen seemed like a partier. Later, I would find that my captain was being extremely nice to give me warning.
"Get your things. You'll room upstairs with Les. That means you're gonna be under him."

I later found that Les Riley was the athlete.
Really, almost all of my Brothers are athletes, myself included, but I'll have to get to that.
I settled in. Our room was nice enough. At the time I wondered how easy or hard Riley would go on me. Would I have to do all his homework? Clean up after him? I was expecting booze challenges and doing petty chores.

I didn't get to meet Riley until later that night along with the rest of the house and two more pledges, Eli and Eric. Both of them had come to Everwood from the same High School. And before that, the same Middle school. Best friends. They both even sort of looked alike. Short blonde hair. Brown eyes.
"I'll take Eli," Teagen had jumped in as all thirty of us sat or stood around the front lounge. I had to stand.
"Then I'll have Eric," The sunglasses wearing deviant from before spoke up from his corner. I instantly felt sorry for Eric.
"Don't break him Liam," Riley said as he stood next to me.
"Whatever. Who's he?" Liam-the-pervert asked, nodding to me.

"Oh, this is my Pledge. Everybody, August Daxon," Riley was quite polite about it.
"Three new ones already. Slots'll be full soon," the dark-haired Head of House rose. I'd seen him walking around earlier but hadn't dared speak to him. Tommy Bonner. The rest of the Pledges and I would soon see that he was an avid tradionionalist.
"Only room for six more."

That night I talked to as many people as I could and tried to take everyone in. Eli and Eric were nice. A bit sheltered, but nice.
"I'm hoping they'll make us drink 'till we can't stand it," Eric had said.
"Maybe they'll make us go streaking across campus!" Eli was just as enthused.

When I made to turn in for the evening Riley was already in his bed.
"Think you'll like it here?" he asked in that athletic voice of his.
"Yeah. I think I will," I smiled.
"Enjoy it until the other Pledges arrive," he smiled at me and then flipped off his light. I was sure he was just joking around. If Riley had managed to survive whatever ridiculous trials the Vita Sacro house had assigned him, then I knew that I'd probably end up just fine.

'Les Riley seemed like a level-headed and respectable person.

-

In the morning I awoke to find him on the floor doing crunches. When I asked him what he played, he told me he was on the swim team.
"So that explains the physique."
"Yeah. We've got a pretty strict diet. Sometimes I just wanna pick up the phone and..order fifty pizzas," he grimaced as he exercised.
"I imagine."
After he finished a couple sets he got up and peeled off his shirt. Then he looked at me. I was staring at his chest, and merely for the fact that he was quite the perfect specimen.


For a second he seemed a little nervous. Then he said, "I can't believe I'm a Senior already. Feels like just yesterday I was in your shoes."
I nodded, "Time flies I guess."
"It was nice of Teagen to assign you to me. But I'm not sure I can...," Riley smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. I assumed that my roommate was meaning that he was too kind-hearted to make me do his homework or wash his sweaty clothes.
'
"It's alright. I understand how these things work," I tried to give the Senior some confidence. Riley wiped his face with his shirt and then gave me an uneasy look before heading off to shower.

"Sorry, August. But you have no idea how things work here."

~*~

Chapter 2: Bishop


"We've got our Pledges."

I heard this from an unfamiliar voice as I headed down the stairs the next morning.
"That was fast."
"Usually is," I recognized the other voice as Teagen's. When I reached the first floor I saw that Eli was standing there next to him. My new acquaintances greeted me and the built blonde jock they were talking to eagerly made to introduce himself.
"Hey Pledge. Saw you last night with the others. It's important you know who I am so allow me to introduce myself."
Teagen playfully nudged him in the arm as if to say 'give it a rest.'

"I'm Mike Bishop. second-in-command to Tommy and also First Floor Captain."
"Would that make you two friendly rivals then?" I asked with both Teagen and Bishop as they stood there.
"You'll see soon enough Pledge," Bishop gave me a friendly yet demeaning look and left us.

I walked to class that morning with Eli and Eric. Despite them being so used to each other’s company, both of them were extremely polite and made sure to include me in their conversations.
"Weren't you surprised with this place?" Eric asked me as the three of us walked. We could have looked like triplets from a distance, save for that my hair was a little darker than theirs.
"Yeah. I wasn't expecting all this," I admitted and then started to ask them about their families.

"Our Dads are best friends. They both work in the same business," Eli told me, "Both of them went to Everwood and were members of the V. They told us we should pledge together when we came so we did," Eli's voice was slightly deeper than Eric's, but not by much.
"Did they tell you anything about Pledging?" I asked, "Like if it was tough?"
Both of them looked at each other and then shook their heads no.
"It must not be that bad then," I shrugged, "If they didn't warn you guys or anything."
"Let's hope not," Eli seemed to hope I was right. The three of us ended up having many of the same classes, and by virtually the end of the day we had become good friends. I for one was surprised at how much I genuinely liked them.

I had made the right choice joining Vita Sacro. I was going to fit in just fine.

-
"Teagen's sort of got a superiority complex, but he's not that bad. At least not yet," Eli confided to Eric and I as the three of us ate dinner in the cafeteria that same night.
"Ellerson's been a prick with me so far."
"That guy with the sunglasses?" I asked.
"Yeah. Liam. Last night he told me my job was to keep the room clean or I'd be in deep sh*t," Eric sighed, "But oh well. Three months of ass kissing'll be worth it. I always wanted to be a frat dude," he cheesed.
"Riley's been nice," I said as I ate, "Although he told me this morning that he's not sure if he's cut out to treat me like he's supposed to."
"You lucked out."
"Yeah...guess so."

After conversating about our Uppers, things switched over to Bishop the First Floor Captain...and how he looked like he'd come in straight from an Iowa farm.
"Bishop the Blonde."
"Heh. That's a good name for him."
"Wonder what his parents do?"
"I dunno. Surely something must've gotten him here. Maybe he's...smart?"
We shared a good laugh and then moved on to Tommy Bonner. The tall and dark haired Head of House. None of us really could say too much as we didn't know a thing about him yet.

Our opinions of him quickly began to take shape that evening.

†•†

"Pledges come forward."
The entire house was seated in the large back room, or, as the Seniors so unimaginatively liked to call it, the Fireplace Room. Every evening the fireplace was lit, be it cold or hot. The walls were lined with shelves of old books, much in the style of an oversized study. Leather couches. Fancy pillows. It screams snobbery in there.

At the time little did any of us know that we would be spending most of our evenings in this room. Either to receive an assignment or to perform other.....tasks. Really, there's no clean way to put any of this. I'll just simply tell it as it happened.

Anyway, all nine of us got up and lined up in the front of the room. Me, Eli, Eric, and we learned the names of the others as Tommy announced them. First there was Mikko, a pale Scandinavian kid with blonde-white shoulder length hair. Tommy declared him to be off limits, and I assumed that he had chosen Mikko for himself. After that
came Brett, a mean-looking kid wearing a baseball hat. Then the others, Chris, Ron, Marcus, and Squeak.

Tommy introduced us all. Then he asked that those who did not have an Upper to step forward. The last four that I mentioned moved up.

It turned into an auction house.

Bishop wanted Brett, the angry kid. No one fought for him so that was settled easily. The rest of the Seniors wanted Squeak. He stood there, looking just as he appeared. Cute and mouse like. A guy named Miller won him.
After everyone was paired, Tommy began to chuckle.
"Now for the fun part."

The floor Captains, Teagen and Bishop came forward from the back of the room. Teagen had in his hands what looked like thin purple ribbons. Bishop carried a small wooden bowl filled with a dark indigo-colored thick substance.
"Captains, please mark our Pledges under the V," Tommy recited.
We stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. The room had grown eerily silent.

Teagen approached Mikko, who stood on the end. Without so much as blinking an eye he dropped to one knee and began to unbuckle the freshman's belt.

You could hear a pin drop.

We all quietly watched Sean pull Mikko out from his underwear. The student was stunned of course, but seemed to know better than to create a scene. Teagen took one of the ribbons. He tied it around the Pledge's soft uncut shaft just underneath his head, had it been visible. After that Teagen moved on to the next, and Bishop knelt down in front of the European.
I now saw the bowl he was carrying was filled with fingerpaint, or something much like it. He dipped in his index finger, lifted Mikko's penis, and wrote with the paint a large V on the front of Mikko's balls. The blonde Pledge was speechless.

All the while Tommy Bonner was reading something in Italian from a large book he had in his hands. The pages were old but the dustjacket on it was new. A dark purple.
As Teagen and Bishop grew closer to my end I began to panic. I looked about the room to find Riley. He was sitting there with his friends, watching the spectacle as if it were nothing new. Yet when he saw me looking at him he nervously looked away.

Poor Eli and Eric. Had I been in such a situation with my best childhood friend I probably would have died of shame. Neither one of them handled it well. They stared at one another as the initiations were done upon them, their faces red.
When Teagen got to me, he actually looked up and gave a smile. After pushing some of that brown stray hair back into place back behind his ears, he unzipped me.

"Your hands are cold," I was so nervous that I had to say something.
"Got kind of a nice package here," Teagen gently exposed me and then slipped the ribbon around where my head and shaft met, tying it in a slipknot, "Make sure you keep Riley happy."
I wasn't sure what I was hearing. Bishop came along next and marked me. I must be honest and dryly admit that this was the first time my balls had ever been painted on.

"Pledges, serve your men," Tommy said after the induction was complete, "Seniors, see you are served. From now until the second week of December, your Pledge is at your beck and call. As high members you have earned this."
Meanwhile we were standing there exposed and tagged for all of them to stare at. This would be our easiest night.

"In the name of Victorika, and in the name of our House, Vita Sacro."
"Vita Sacro!!" everyone suddenly cheered, and the ceremony was abruptly over. Everyone disbanded, and upon seeing this we all quickly put ourselves away. After that there was a party. Just drinking and mingling. Things went on as normal.

However, Tommy's words were stuck in my head. I was to serve Riley. Do whatever he told me to do, no matter how strange or crazy. That night when we were alone in our room I talked to him about it. This was something we needed to discuss.
"So...do I have to keep it on?" I asked as I sat on my bed and motioned down to between my clothed legs.

"No. It's just part of the ceremony."

"Oh...,"

".....,"

"Guess I'm your new slave then. Do you intend to work me hard?"

"..........."

"We can talk money if that's the case."

"....................."

"Hello? Riley?" I asked, a little irritated.
"Just get some sleep," he suddenly ordered. I stared at him as he got into his bed and then turned away from me. That night he never asked me to do anything for him. And in the morning he left early without so much as a single request. He wished me a good day, and that was all.

Eric looked exhausted that morning. When I asked him if there was something wrong, he immediately tried to change subjects. I knew it was Liam. The cruel bastard had probably wasted no time terrorizing the poor kid. Eli looked very happy and refreshed.

We went about our day as normal. But as we were heading home that evening we ran into Mikko. He had been hurrying past us.
"'Ey, you guys 'ear what 'appened?" he asked. We shook our heads.
"Brett got in trouble. Bishop asked him to do something last night and he voodun do it. Now they say he has to ride the glass."
"Ride the...glass?" Eli asked, unsure if he heard right.
"Yeah. That's what I think Tommy said. I dunno what it means but we're supposed to be there for it. Come on."
Eli and I hurried along with Mikko. Eric was hesitant and slow to follow.

Les RileyxAugust
Sean Teagen(2FL Capt.)xEli
Liam EllersonxEric
Mike Bishop(1FL Capt.)xBrett
Tommy BonnerxMikko

~*~

Chapter 3: Greek Life


The Fireplace Room was crowded. Once I entered I searched for Riley. When I couldn't find him I began to ask around.
"I think he's got a meet tonight or something," Teagen had told me.
"Pledges shouldn't speak so freely to Seniors," someone else said as I asked Ellerson the same thing.
"F*ck off," Teagen had said tiredly.

I then had my first conversation with Liam.

"He's swimming right now...why aren't you there to cheer him on?" he hovered about eerily in front of me.
"He didn't tell me he had a meet," I said, "Otherwise I might be."
"How negligent of him. He finally gets a pet and then doesn't make the most of it."
I narrowed my eyes at him.

"...Don't be too hard on Eric," I said firmly.
"Isn't Brett the one everyone's worried for right now?" Ellerson smiled.
"What's gonna happen to him?"
"You'll see. What's worse is that you'll probably enjoy it."
"Don't count on it."
"...*****-y," he smiled.
I looked at him, "I'm not being *****y. I'm just saying that if-,"
"IF you're not having fun, August, then why bother?" he interrupted me.
Silence.

I couldn't think of anything else to say. Confused, I let him be.
Liam was a good looking guy, but I've never met anyone so strange.

"Make way!!" someone shouted as Miller and another Senior came into the room, hauling between them a large red cooler.

"What's going on?" Eli leaned over and asked me as I met up with the rest of my fellow pledges, "Are they gonna tailgate him to death?" Mikko and I laughed. The cooler was set at the head of the room, furthest from the fireplace. After that, someone brought in a stool. A place was cleared in front and everyone started to hoot and become excited.
"First haze of the year!" someone hollered, "Bring it on!"

After only a moment of waiting, Brett was escorted in. Everyone cheered as they saw he was naked.
"God, how trite," I sighed.
"What'd they...do to him?" Eric suddenly stammered. Eli, Mikko and I got on tiptoe to see. The Freshman looked as if he had been thoroughly provoked before being sent into the room. With his hands bound behind him, Brett was suffering from a terrible erection. The four of us fell silent. None of us could say anything. I was too uncomfortable. Eli and Eric looked worse.

Bishop was at his side and stopped him before setting his Pledge down on the stool.
"Have anything you want to say?" he asked so the whole room could hear. Brett said nothing, but he wasn't resisting.

"This is stupid. Why doesn't he just leave?" I asked.
"Guess he wants to be a full member," Mikko said as he watched.
"This is what we've gotta go through?" I glanced over at the foreign student.
"Vat were you expectin'?"
"Maybe not something quite so...gay."

"You know, August, they do call it Greek Life for a reason."
I had never thought about that.

Tommy had appeared from somewhere. He stood before Brett and asked him something that none of us could hear. The freshman gave a small nod, his eyes on the floor.
"Get it out," Tommy said to Miller and then left the scene. Miller opened the cooler. He took it out and we all saw it. As the room erupted with cheers, I spoke to Mikko again.
"Thinks the Greeks were ever this creative?"
"Mebbe."
"...You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked over the hollers and applause.
"This is college, August. Of course I enjoy it."

"Isn't that dangerous? I mean, it's made outta glass," Eli's eyes were bugged out of his head.
"Supposedly they feel really good," Mikko said down to him. Shocked, Eric looked at me.
"...They do?" I spoke on behalf of the three of us less outspoken souls.
"Yeah. 'An if you freeze 'em like that n' let them frost it's supposed to be pretty ok. I think Bret'll probably like it. At least, he just agreed to it anyway."

The curved and frosted glass dildo was set down and secured upon the stool. Bishop was given the honors to pour baby oil over the frozen piece. It actually looked quite sparkly and nice by the time they were done preparing it.
The captain ordered Brett to get on. I was straining myself to see, as were the rest of us. I didn't want to miss a single moment. When Bishop tried to hurry the Freshman, Teagen barked at him to ease off from the front of the crowd.
"For cryin' out loud Bish. Don't you know anything about handling these situations by now?" The rivaling captain stepped up and batted him away.

Teagen, along with two eager others, helped Brett to line up. He then quietly coached the Pledge as he mounted. Those in front could probably hear what they were saying to each other.
"Go slow. That's it, good," Teagen said over Brett's gasping, "It'll slip in. Don't rush it."
"Haaaa! It's f*ckin'...cold!"
"But it feels good, right?" the Second Floor Captain ruffled Brett's hair. Whistles and cat-calls. The angry freshman scrunched his eyes shut and, to the satisfaction of us all, began to ride completely on his on free will.

"First time on a cock?" Teagen asked him. Brett nodded as he moved. I couldn't believe that he was so willing to perform like this in front of everyone.
"You know you owe Bishop here an apology. When he asks you to smoke his pole, he means it."
"I...know. Mnh," Brett's tone was making Eli and Eric squirm with discomfort. Mikko however, was fascinated.
"He wants you to suck him, you do it," Teagen said, his eyes moving up and down in time with Brett's body.

"O..k."

"He wants to f*ck you, you'll let him."

"Yes."

A series of more rather explicit sentences followed from Teagen.
"Say you're sorry," Bishop leaned in and grabbed Brett's upper arm so that he couldn't move. The frost from the dildo was melting, and a bit of water was trickling down the inside of Brett's legs.

"Sorry."
"Mean it."

"I'm s-sorry! Sorry!" Brett struggled against Bishop so that he could keep moving. By this point I had pitched my tent and so had everyone else around me. Ellerson had been right. I was enjoying this.

Teagen then let some of the Sophomores and Juniors take over. They grabbed handfuls of ice from the cooler and began to tease Brett with the cubes. We quickly lost sight as the group closed in around him. All we could hear were his moans.
At least he sounded happy.

"I can't see!" Mikko was angry. He broke away from us and pushed towards the front.
"I think I'll....go to bed now," Eric hurried out of the room along with a string of several others. From the looks on their faces they were all undoubtedly going to go lock themselves away in their rooms and masturbate.

I considered this option as Eli too left me. But instead I decided to stay. I wanted to talk to Brett after it was over. All of those that did remain behind eventually heard him come, but I doubt any of us really got to see it. It was after everyone left that I got a good look at him. Brett's body was dripping with water. His nipples were stiff and pink and his cock was still half erect. His hands were freed. Someone must have cleaned up his mess or swallowed for him because there were no traces of his release anywhere.
"You...alright?" I stood there, hard but somewhat sympathetic.

"Huh?" he looked up at me and then opened his mouth as if trying to remember my name.
"August."
"August. Right. Help me off this thing, will ya?" he held out his hand. Bewildered, I took it and watched him rise up off the toy. It made a slick pop as the last of the head removed itself from Brett's body.

"How was it?" I was now interested as well as slightly jealous of him.
"You heard me, didn't you?" Brett's breathing was still a bit heavy. He seemed irritated by my stupid question.
"Oh. So...it was ok."
"Between you and me...I wouldn't mind gettin' in trouble again," he gave a bitter smile and then asked me to help him clean up after he got dressed. I agreed.


"You didn't know?" Brett asked as he and I carried the cooler of melted ice out onto the back porch, "That's what we're here for."
"I didn't think it went as far as getting f*cked," I said.
"Leave if you don't like it."
"...I didn't say I didn't like it."
"Then stay. Greek Life," Brett added as we dumped the water out behind the house.
"Yeah," I said as I looked out into the dark forest just beyond the yard, "Greek life."

†•†
So Riley knew. He knew that I was for his use.
And now that I knew, I could see why he was so uncomfortable around me. Riley was a good guy and I really liked him, but it seemed that my arrival had awoken some sort of guilty conscience within him.

'He's pretty hot. I wouldn't mind if he asked me to do something like that.'

Those were my first thoughts. Then I tried to rationalize. I'd never shut out the idea of being sexual with another guy. I had a friend I messed around with when I was younger, but we'd never gone so far as to do the real deal.
If Riley wanted it, would I be up for it?

'Damn it. He's too nice! He'll never ask to screw me in a million years!!'

As I was touching myself under my covers and thinking in the dark, in came Riley. He'd somehow conveniently missed everything, but I knew there was no way that he didn't know about what had happened. I pretended to be asleep, listening to him undress and ready for bed. Why was it that I had got assigned the hottest guy out of everyone but would more than likely miss out on all the action?!

It wasn't fair. Something told me that Riley had had no trouble participating in these activities before I came along. I could easily picture him kindly helping a Pledge to get off in bed or nobly assisting Tommy with some bizarre ritualistic trial. Riley had more in him than he was putting on.


I'd be damned if I wouldn't get to see it.

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