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The Frat Control Experiment
Parts VI-IX
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VI.
The end of the school year was
approaching, and with it final exams. The
grades of the Sig Lams had been slipping,
and the Grand Master did not want
the frat to come to the attention of the
Greek Council. With help from his
allies, Sig Lam officers Lance and John,
he arranged for help from the
"academic" frat Gamma Kappa. One
by one, they captured and "reprogrammed"
the Gammas. At their next meeting, the
hypnotized nerds had voted secret
changes into their fraternity bylaws,
making their members personally
obligated to Sig Lam brothers. Any Gamma
would have to help any Sig Lam
whenever he was asked to, in any way.
After the meeting, the Gammas forgot
that it had ever been otherwise. They had
ALWAYS been obligated to the Sig
Lams.
Soon, the Gamma Kappas were spending all
their spare time helping the Sig
Lams get ready for their finals. However,
while it had not been part of the
Grand Master's plans, the occasional Sig
Lam would take advantage of the
GKs' artificial feelings of obligation to
obtain more personal services from
them. Mason, a built but otherwise
average-looking sophomore member of the
baseball team, soon had Ken and Gary, two
GKs, helping him not only with his
studies, but also doing his laundry,
keeping his room straightened out,
helping with his personal finances. Ken,
as a senior, had the additional job
of keeping Mason's refrigerator stocked
with beer and the cabinet loaded
with harder stuff.
This arrangement worked fine until one
day, when Mason brought Jenny, his
beautiful big-titted blonde girlfriend, to
his room for the evening. Ken and
Gary, finishing their evening duties when
Mason and Jenny arrived, couldn't
help stealing glances at Jenny. Since they
hadn't had time for sex or even
for beating off during the weeks of their
service to Mason, they found it
physically difficult to hide their
magnified horniness. And Jenny, somewhat
bored with Mason's single-minded attitude
towards her, noticed Ken and Gary.
While Ken was not an athlete, he was tall,
with striking good looks and
longish, rich chestnut hair. Gary was
shorter, also good looking, with curly
blond hair, and sporting an obviously
superior package through his tight
slacks. And both of them were quite a bit
smarter than Mason.
Even after a few shots of whiskey and
several beers, Mason saw what was
going on. Jenny's attention was being
diverted to Ken and Gary, while they
were doing their best not to ogle her, but
failing. Feelings of jealousy
began to well up in the jock's somewhat
lubricated brain, and he felt his
chances of getting any from Jenny that
night were slipping. Mason was about
to order Ken and Gary to leave, but then
he had a better idea. He leaned
back on the couch, stretching his legs in
front of him.
"So, Jen, you like my two friends,
huh. Too bad they're queer." This was
untrue, he knew, and Ken was about to
protest. Mason interrupted him. "Ken,
strip to your underwear and then stand at
attention. Now!" Ken, unable to
stop himself, began to remove his clothes
as quickly as he could. Gary,
realizing what was happening, bolted for
the door, but was caught by Mason's
command: "Gary! Strip! Now!" To
Jenny's astonishment, Gary turned and also
tore off his clothes. Humiliated, hardons
withered in fear, Ken and Gary
stood at ramrod attention before Mason,
who was lounging on the couch and
smirking.
"Watch how they bone up for each
other. Hold hands and bone yourselves up
again!" commanded Mason. Ken's left hand
grabbed Gary's right hand. With
their free hands, they each jerked
themselves to full attention, which
didn't take long. Jenny had to laugh
despite herself. Obviously these two
WERE queer, getting off on each other and
obeying every one of Mason's
commands. She of course had no idea of the
mental rewiring that forced them
to obey her jock boyfriend. She was
getting somewhat excited, however,
seeing how just the force of Mason's
commands compelled obedience from these
two good-looking guys. Obviously he was
much more of a man than they were.
Time to fuck these guys up completely, and
remove them from competition,
thought Mason. "OK, Ken and Gary,
here are your orders. Whenever you two are
seen in public together from now on, I
want you to be holding hands. Ken,
whenever you see someone that gets you
sexually excited, guy or girl, you'll
feel the need to rub Gary's big cock and
balls through his pants. Gary, when
YOU get excited, you'll want to run your
hands and face through Ken's hair.
In front of everyone! Do you both
understand?"
Horrified, the two said nothing.
"UNDERSTAND, faggots?" growled Mason. "Yes,
sir," both Ken and Gary said meekly.
"Also, you guys are only allowed to cum
WITH EACH OTHER, preferably with other
guys watching. I don't care if you
want to or not, sooner or later the
pressure will make you do it. And you
can't tell anyone I did this to you. Now
get out of here!"
In a headlong rush to obey the order, Ken
and Gary raced out the door
without retrieving their clothes, clad
only in their boxers. At the door,
they grabbed each other's hands again, and
raced out of Sig Lam to the GK
house. Fortunately, there were few people
on the way to notice. When they
got to their room, they looked at each
other fearfully, wondering how they
got into this situation. Then, their
long-term sexual frustration got the
better of them, and they started to think
about Jenny, her smile, her tits.
Gary's hand absent-mindedly reached for
Ken's thick, luscious hair, and
Ken's hand wandered over to caress Gary's
9-inch cock through his boxers
which came instantly to attention. It
didn't take long for months of pent-up
tension to release itself in the form of
load after load of cum. Somehow,
they didn't notice that they had left
their door open, and were being ogled
by several of their fellow GKs, some of
whom had fantasized about these two
for months, and were now openly jerking
off to the show...
VII.
Back at Sig Lam, Dom had a problem. His
brother Tom was now permanently
chained to Dom's bed, naked except for a
leather hood with holes for the
eyes, nose, and mouth. All he could reach
from the length of his chain was
the twins' exercise equipment, his dog
bowl, and the bathroom. Abused
constantly, forced continuously to eat and
work out, forbidden from even
speaking in Dom's presence, Tom had been
reduced to near-animal status,
worshipping his brother, totally dependent
on Dom for the feedings,
beatings, and orders he had now grown to
need.
But now Dom had to spend a weekend away
from the school on family business.
He obviously couldn't take Tom with him,
but he couldn't leave him there
alone either. Someone had to feed, abuse,
and order the dependent Tom
around, keeping up the training without
pause.
After some thought, Dom invited over Gabe,
a fellow swim-team member who
lived at Gamma Kappa. Gabe was small in
stature -- only 5'5" -- but nicely
muscled and very fast in the water. With
good strength relative to his small
frame, and a fierce determination, Gabe
did well in speed events. Gabe had
curly dark hair that fell over his eyes.
Some team members shaved their hair
completely for speed, but Gabe had not
done this, and he had no need to do
it on the rest of his smooth body.
As Gabe entered the twins' room, he
noticed with some surprise the chained,
hooded Tom kneeling by the only bed in the
room. "Gabe, you remember my
brother, don't you?" said Dom.
"Yeah, I wondered what happened, and
why he left the team. I see he's gone
through some changes."
Dom chuckled. "Yeah, just a few. He's
almost like a lower form of life now.
He depends on me for most things. And now
I have to leave town for a few
days. I need your help. Will you take over
for me for the weekend?"
Gabe shuddered, but the request came from
a Sig Lam and so had to be
honored. "What would I have to
do?"
"Well, he needs almost constant abuse
when someone's around. When he's alone
he'll just work out pretty much all the
time. He needs to be fed to help
increase his strength and body mass. Plus,
he needs a steady stream of
orders or he won't know what to do."
"Abuse him?" Gabe was horrified.
"But he's a Sig Lam. He's my superior. I
couldn't do anything to hurt him."
"Nah, he's not a Sig Lam anymore,
he's not even a student. He dropped out,
or rather I dropped him out, to make him
into a full-time slave."
"But how could I push him around?
Look at those muscles. He works out all
the time. He's much stronger than I am.
He's stronger than you! Why wouldn't
he just overpower me?"
"He's completely under my control.
Watch. Tom! Come here!"
Tom came crawling over to where Dom and
Gabe stood. He gazed up admiringly
at his godlike brother, awaiting his next
order. It felt so good to be
ordered around by such a superior man.
Dom gave him a swift kick to his face. A
bit of blood trickled from his lip.
At the same time, Gabe noticed Tom was
getting an erection from the abuse,
without even touching his cock.
"Listen, you piece of shit. This is
Gabe. Remember?" Tom grunted. Somewhere
in the back of Tom's mind came a memory of
someone named Gabe, but it was
not important. Only Dom was important.
"I'm going away for a few days, and I
want you to think of Gabe as you think of
me." This information came as a
thunderclap to Tom. Suddenly he noticed
that next to Dom stood a fellow god,
to be worshipped and obeyed. He secretly
wished that the new god would kick
him too.
Dom continued feeding information to Tom.
"Gabe is much stronger than you,
so he'll be pushing you around just like
me. He has a grip like steel that
makes you powerless. Until I get back,
he'll tell you what to do and you
must follow his orders." The
programming was having an effect not just on
Tom, but also on Gabe, who from Dom's
words was now feeling extremely
powerful and aggressive.
Dom went to the closet and pulled out a
pair of cleats. "Here's a pair of my
"walking across Tom" shoes. I
know they're too big for you, but they don't
have to fit perfectly, just cause
pain." Tom looked on excitedly as Gabe
donned the shoes. "Tom, horse!"
Immediately, Tom went up on hands and knees.
"Climb on!" Tom told Gabe,
handing him a riding crop. Gabe clambered onto
Tom's back, and smacked Tom hard on the
ass with the crop as he crawled
around the room whinnying like a horse.
Tom felt the pressure from his new
god's hard cock on his back as he crawled.
It excited him immensely.
"All right, I'm sure you'll do fine.
I've written out his diet and feeding
schedule here. In this part of the closet
I have the whips, sex toys,
whatever you need to keep the abuse going.
Just keep up the pressure and
don't do any permanent damage, physically
anyway. Enjoy!" Before Gabe could
ask any more questions, Dom grabbed his
bag and left. Gabe was briefly
stumped as to what to do. Then Tom crawled
into the closet, pulled a 12"
dildo off the shelf with his teeth, and
came back to Gabe, looking hopeful.
Gabe, growing hard, realized what he had
to do to help Dom. The evening
began...
After giving Tom an extensive abuse and
exercise workout, Gabe turned off
the lights, stripped, collapsed in Dom's
bed and fell instantly asleep. In
the dark room, Tom lay at the foot of the
bed, filled with feelings of
worship and adoration. As the moon rose,
bringing some light into the room,
Tom saw one of Gabe's small, perfect feet
hanging over the edge of the bed.
He got instantly hard, his incredibly
muscled body becoming tense with the
thought of perhaps kissing the foot of his
master. Yet he dared not, for
fear that he wake his master from his
sleep and suffer his rage. Despite
Tom's muscled strength, he knew (since Dom
had told him) that Gabe was far
above him in power and would thrash him if
made angry. However, the
temptation was so great that Tom lifted
his hooded head and stuck his nose
within a fraction of an inch of Gabe's
foot. The manly odor that wafted into
his nose caused him to ejaculate, for the
fourth time that night. He then
fell asleep beside the bed, contented.
VIII.
As he had been ordered to, Roger Adkins,
senior and former RTR president,
shyly entered the room of Jason Cole,
freshman and current president. Jason
was in his usual position, sprawled in his
reclining chair, reading while
idly stroking his manhood stretching his
boxers to the limit. "Oh, hi, dude,
glad you could come." Roger's eyes
were cast down to the floor. While he
could occasionally look the other members
of the frat, his masculine
superiors, in the eye, Jason's aura of
total power overwhelmed him. With
Jason's over-ten-inch endowment compared
to his own two incher, his RTR
"programming" led him to feel he
was in the presence of an omnipotent god.
"C'mon over here, sit in my
lap," ordered Jason. Blushing with
embarrassment, Roger had no choice but to
obey.
Jason stroked Roger's hair. "So,
Roger, I wanted to discuss the summer
session with you."
"But Jason, y-y-you know I won't be
here for the summer session. I'm getting
my degree in two weeks and I've taken a
job in New York with a big -- "
"Yeah, dude, I heard,"
interrupted Jason. "But I need you here, for the
frat. I've got a special job for you. You
know you really should feel you
owe us for lettin' you stay here, even
though this is now a frat of real
men. You've gotta agree with that."
Roger thought about it. When Jason put it
that way, it made perfect sense.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. The
house comes first. What do you want me to
do?"
"You know the school managed to
recruit Bob Rutland, that all-state
quarterback from Texas, and Quentin
somebody, a really high-rated defensive
lineman from Oklahoma. Well, Richie had a
chance to see them both shower
after at the gym when they were both
visiting, and he thought they would
make fine RTR material. In fact, he
offered to help with their
'initiation'..."
Richie was one of RTR's real success
stories. A sophomore, he had been a
constant target of harrassment before he
found the frat. He was smooth,
skinny, blond, and effeminate, looked much
younger than his 19 years, had
long eyelashes, and occasionally painted
his toenails which one could see
through his sandals. He lisped when he
talked, walked in a very affected
manner, and in short fit every stereotype
of an effeminate gay young man.
For Richie, there had never been a need to
"come out" because no one had
ever doubted his sexuality. It had led to
ostracism, and the occasional
beating, all the way through high school.
However, Richie did have one thing that
set him apart: he was generously
endowed with a 9.5 inch cock. And that
made RTR heaven for him. He could
have almost anyone he wanted, whenever he
wanted, and straight or gay, they
would be totally convinced that pleasing
him was the right thing to do.
Well-muscled jocks would look at him with
respect and envy.
Jason continued: "Of course, Bob and
Quentin are incredibly athletic... you
should see Bob's chest and legs, and of
course, watching the biceps flex on
his throwing arm... mmmmmm. And Quentin
weighs over 300 pounds of solid
muscle... Oh, that's right, you're
straight, aren't you? Anyway, it turns
out they're not all that hung. Bob's only
about five inches and Quentin's
six. So after some 'recruiting' work of
our own, we've gotten both of them
to agree to live at RTR this summer, where
Richie can guide them in
"manhood" RTR-style. They'll be
living on mattresses on Richie's floor. By
the end of the summer they'll be calling
Richie "sir" and following him
around like puppy dogs hoping he'll pay
attention to them. And they should.
He's more of a man than they'll ever
be."
"So where do I come in?" asked
Roger.
"Well, we've learned from last year
that at the beginning of our
'conversion' process, many guys still have
a lot of aggressive sexual energy
to get out of their systems. Almost all
their lives they've been the top,
the aggressor, and we're going to slowly
change that. But they need someone
to take out their frustrations on, and
you'd be perfect for that."
Roger shuddered. "So what do I need
to do?"
"They'll come home from practice, and
want you to help clean them up or get
them off. Or maybe they'll come in drunk
from some party and want you to
strip for them or play with your little
dick in front of them while they
make fun of you. Or maybe they'll have a
bad practice, and want to kick you
or beat you up. Since they'll be RTR
brothers, you'll want to help them out
so they'll feel good later." Hearing
this from Jason, Roger knew it was
true.
"Eventually, they'll start spending
more and more time in Richie's room
while he's out, sniffing his used size 28
underwear and his sandals, hoping
he won't catch them, playing with each
other while they fantasize out loud
about serving him. Of course, after a
while, he'll catch them doing it, and
he'll make 'em grovel in humiliation,
maybe make 'em do it in front of the
whole frat. Meanwhile, the lower they go
inside the frat, the better they'll
do athletically, since they'll be able to
focus much better without wasting
time thinking about what THEY want
sexually. Might even get 'em to paint
their toenails so they can be more like
their idol. Imagine the locker room
when the team sees that..." Jason was
clearly enjoying the images. His cock
had grown to full size out of the boxers,
causing Roger to shift on his lap,
while Roger stared at the daunting tool
like a mouse mesmerized by an
anaconda.
Suddenly, the mood was broken as a tall,
lanky 15-year-old showed up at
Jason's door. "Hey, Jason," he
said.
"Hey, little dude. How's it
hangin'?"
"Mostly stickin' straight out. I
can't BELIEVE how horny I've been since
basketball season ended."
"Hey, Roger, meet Louis. He's one of
the reasons our basketball team did so
well this year. He helped our star point
guard Ralph Grogan shoot
three-pointers all year."
"Yeah, and Ralph helped ME shoot all
year. But I guess I must have been too
mean to him, 'cause when the season ended
he didn't want to keep seeing me.
Some of the OTHER guys got to keep their
players. It's not fair!"
Ralph Grogan had indeed been grateful to
get away from Louis when the season
ended, because Louis' price for the cum he
desperately needed for each game
was to submit sexually to his own younger
brother Fred. Louis got completely
off on controlling the brothers like
puppets, Fred driven by the occasional
drug-induced conditioning session to
accept all of Louis' suggestions, and
Ralph driven by his incredible need for
Louis' cum. As Louis directed from
the side, totally hot from the feeling of
control, Ralph was the victim of
some very rough sex driven by an enraged,
sex-crazed Fred. Even now that the
sessions were over, Ralph and Fred's
relationship had permanently changed,
with Fred viewing Ralph with contempt,
while Ralph looked up to his little
brother and tried constantly to get in his
good graces. Fred would make
increasingly humiliating requests of
Ralph, and Ralph, desperate for Fred's
approval, would have to obey. Recently,
Fred had ordered Ralph to serve him
and his high school buddies at a party at
home. Fred's friends, impressed at
the control Fred had over his famous
basketball brother, made him buy them
beer, and once they had drunk most of it,
started to order him to do
increasingly disgusting things: rub their
feet, eat their boogers, kneel in
the bathtub to be pissed on. The more
disgusting the things Ralph did, the
more desperate he felt to please Fred,
while the more Ralph lowered himself,
the more contemptuous Fred was of him.
Their relationship was permanently
altered by the experiment, and while Ralph
was happy about the unexpected
success of the basketball season, he was
deathly afraid of seeing Louis
again.
Jason's view of the situation was
different. "I agree, little dude, you
helped Ralph to his best season ever,
you'd think he'd appreciate it.
Besides, you're one of the team's best
hung cum boys. Show Roger here what
you've got."
Grinning, Louis dropped his baggy pants.
There was no underwear underneath.
Sure enough, he was almost instantly a
hard 8 inches.
"Lookin' good, little dude. Roger
here is only two inches hard. Show him,
Roger." Totally humiliated, Roger was
compelled to climb off Jason's lap and
strip off his pants and underwear, and
jerk himself to hardness.
Louis stared. "I can't believe it,
man. And you're a college senior. Is that
for real?" He began to painfully snap
at Roger's small dick with his thumb
and forefinger. Roger grabbed at him
angrily, but Jason intervened.
"Wait, dude, don't you think you owe
Louis some respect? He's only 15 and
you can see he's a man already, and he
helped our school's basketball team."
Hearing Jason, Roger began to look at
Louis in a whole different way, not as
a punk kid with an attitude, but as a
superior to be treated with respect.
"Sorry, Louis, how can I make it up
to you?"
"Well, you can help me work on
THIS," said Louis, pointing to his erection.
"Where's your room, man?"
"We can't go there, my roommate Wally
is there right now."
Louis laughed. "You mean the geek on
the first floor? I passed his room on
my way up here. I know how you RTR guys
are, and I wanted to have a little
fun, so I showed him what I had in my
pants and told him he'd get big like
me if he jerked off slowly with my
underwear, and he was forced to believe
it! He's down there doing it now. Come
down with me and I'm sure I can come
up with something to do with the both of
you."
Roger looked at Jason for help, but all
Jason said was, "OK, you two have
fun." Louis pulled his pants up.
Roger started to do the same, but Louis
told him, "Leave 'em down, I want
everyone to see you're with me." Waddling
with his pants and underpants over his
ankles, Roger dutifully followed
Louis down to Roger's and Wally's room. A
few of the brothers, including one
with his girlfriend, sniggered as they
passed Louis and Roger on the stairs;
they could see what was going on.
IX.
It was September, and a new school term
had begun. The seniors who had
gotten their degrees and moved away had,
under the Grand Master's guidance,
forgotten much of what made Sig Lam
special. Of course, most of them,
without their conscious knowledge,
remained on call to drop everything and
return to Sig Lam on command, for sexual
or any other purposes. All of them
would forever contribute generously, both
to Sig Lam's general fund and to
its secret fund set up for the Grand
Master's use.
It was time for the first meeting of the
year, in the frat's basement
meeting chamber. This time, all the Sig
Lam brothers were there. Guard
duties were now provided by two burly
Gamma Kappas who had been recruited by
that frat especially for this purpose. In
another change, Pete, the new gay
pledge master of Sig Lam (John having
graduated), sat in the front row, legs
stretched out, using the face of a naked,
straight blond Gamma Kappa member
as a footstool. The slightly built GK,
aware of what he was doing but unable
to stop, was giving a tongue bath to
Pete's rancid bare feet. Pete kept
telling the GK how much he loved the taste
of Pete's feet, how much he
NEEDED it, and the GK was starting to believe
him. Eventually, the GK would
go back to his room, jerking off just
thinking of the taste of Pete's feet.
Pete stood up and off his footstool (the
footstool missed his presence
immediately) and climbed the podium to
begin the induction. As he did so,
the house-owned silver Porsche drove up to
the front door. Out stepped a
confident-looking newly-minted freshman,
an two-year older and much better
built version of the Grand Master. It was
obvious that this person worked
obsessively on his body; while not
particularly tall, he had a gymnast's
full complement of muscles. His otherwise
handsome face was marred by a
fading bruise under his chin, where he had
almost knocked himself out with
his fist for questioning one of his little
brother's orders.
He strode past the guards who were at hard
attention, down the stairs, and
up to the podium, where he sat on the
president's chair, placing one
Osiris-clad sneaker on the head of each of
the twin GK brothers lying at the
foot of the chair. He then continued
Pete's induction process, although much
less was needed with this group after so
many meetings.
He then began the business of the meeting.
"I want to thank all of you for
unanimously electing me President of Sig
Lam even though you had never met
me before. I want to let you know I intend
to keep up the proud traditions
of this house set up by my brother over
the last year. I'm going to
intensify the experiments he started, and
start a few of my own.
"As you can see, we have tightened
the bond between Sig Lam and Gamma Kappa,
and their pledge master is on the lookout
for the smartest geeks, I mean
guys, he can find to help us out here.
Since Hal, their president of last
year, got one of our brothers, Brooke
here, mad, Hal accepted Brooke's
suggestion that he forget his med school
acceptance, quit school completely
and go to work as an assistant to Brooke's
16-year-old brother at a
fast-food restaurant. I understand
Brooke's brother and his friends are
pushing Hal around pretty rough there in
front of the customers, and making
him do disgusting things in the back...
Anyway, I think we'll make Brooke
president there for now, and we'll be
taking over the best rooms in their
house. They can move into our rooms as
assistants, slaves, whatever you
want. Just make sure they keep up their
academic standing so they can keep
helping us out. All their time should be
spent either studying or serving
us." The GKs in the room swallowed
hard; they heard and understood what was
being said, but were under unbreakable
orders to tell no one else.
"Also, good news, Phil the Genius
will be back at GK this year." Phil the
Genius, so named because he had come to
national attention for his startling
and insightful work in astrophysics, had
been slated to go straight into a
Ph.D. program elsewhere in the country.
However, Phil had suffered from acne
since junior high, and somehow (with
someone's evil hypnotic coaching)
became convinced that the only way to cure
the acne was having it pissed on
by Sig Lam members. So most afternoons, he
would come over to the Sig Lam
house, kneel by the urinals, remove his
thick glasses, and ask the Sig Lams
to piss on his face. Soon, the Sig Lams
were laughing at him and making him
beg for their piss. He was deeply
tormented but resigned to his fate, as he
was totally convinced this was the only
way to be cured. It even prompted
his decision to stay at the school, where
he felt he needed to remain until
he was cured.
"It's going to be a great year. Since
my brother's big success with the
basketball team last year, he has started
an experiment with the football
team. Since spring practice, he brought
them face-to-face with the local
high school chess club. He's told them the
team has to work out constantly
until they can beat the chess club members
at wrestling. What they don't
know is that he's hypnotized both them and
the club so that no matter how
small or geeky the club member, any of
them can easily force any of the team
into physical submission, any time. So the
team will work out obsessively
trying to get strong enough to be able to
beat the club members, Meanwhile,
each team member will live in fear that
one of the little high school chess
club geeks will come over and whip his ass
in front of everybody. It'll help
both sides. The club members will gain
confidence, and the team will get
strong enough to knock over all the
opposing teams. Plus, I happen to know
that one or two of the chess club members
is gay. Maybe one of 'em will come
over and forcibly claim a team member as
his 'bitch'. What's the football
player going to do -- complain to someone?
"All right. Now for this year's room
assignments..."