Page 18 of Frat Row
While the rest step up and have her any way they want, it becomes blurry to me while I’m simultaneously being jacked off and watching guy after guy running a train on this more-than-willing girl. The brutality of it all is astonishing to me.
When it becomes my turn, my preference has always been a hot, eager mouth.
Climbing over her body, I get into position, kneeling over her with each leg above her mouth.
Battling with my inner persona, I get swept away in the depravity of it all.
I seize her jaw with one of my hands, pushing on the pressure points and prying it open.
With a thundering gaze, I clench my dick with my other hand and press it into her mouth.
Her eyes are stunned by the size of my length as I hit the back of her throat over and over, not letting up.
Right before I’m about to come, I plug her nose with one of my hands so she can’t breathe, and her jaw opens more, and I’m able to work my dick further down her throat.
Letting go of her nose, I overflow her mouth with my cum, and she has no choice but to swallow all of it. After I pop my cock out, I slap it across her cheek, letting her know with my eyes I just owned her mouth.
I find the other pledges uncomfortably standing away from the bed, observing it all, and waiting until we all finish. Not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, I focus on a spot on the brick wall and stare at it for the remainder of the most unhinged ritual I’ve ever witnessed.
After the last guy barbarically fucks her ass and cunt, thrusting in and out of both and releasing his cum all over her chest, I feel the brothers behind us in hoods gently pushing us closer to the bed.
We form a circle around the bed, and I think the ritual has been completed, but I don’t see anyone untying her.
She is still blindfolded, and no one reaches to take that off either.
She is breathing deeply, obviously exhausted.
Cum is leaking out of every hole on her body, and she’s covered in it from head to toe.
The bed is a rumpled mess, with cum all over it as well; there’s even some that hit the floor.
One of the hooded cloaks breaks the circle and stalks toward the bed with pure evil rippling off of him. The woman jolts up to her knees with her hands still secured, now behind her back.
Soundlessly, my heart is pounding in my chest. I’m at a loss for words, wondering what he is going to do.
Carefully, he unsheathes a beautiful knife with a jeweled hilt that is slightly curved at the end, and in another pocket, he takes out a medieval jeweled goblet.
“We appreciate your sacrifice to the brotherhood,” he states emotionlessly. Then, he moves directly behind her, clutching a fistful of hair and bringing her back to his chest, which exposes her neck as her face is toward the ceiling. Without hesitating, he slashes her throat from ear to ear.
Rolling her on her side and to the edge of the bed as blood begins spilling out of her profusely, he places the goblet under her neck, filling it to the brim.
“To the brotherhood!” he yells, then gulps the entire amount down.
I’m too stunned to speak or move from where I’m standing. My mind cannot comprehend what is happening before me.
Another hooded figure takes the goblet from his hand and refills it.
Looking at us explicitly, he very clearly says, “You will each take a sip and pass it to the next in line, and repeat these words after me: I pledge my life to Alpha Chi until my very last breath leaves my body. I will tell no one any secrets bestowed on me from now on and into the future. Anything that is asked of me, I will fulfill, or I will face a torturous death,” he finishes.
One by one, we follow his instructions.
All the hooded figures begin chanting quietly in unison.
“You are now brothers of Alpha Chi!” he bellows.
The hooded figures remove their hoods and reveal their faces.
All of them take turns smearing the blood still seeping from the woman’s neck over their faces and pounding their chests, still chanting, gradually growing louder.
Scanning around the room, all I can think about is that we look like savages.
I will take what just happened to my grave.
It’s appalling, and no one would believe me anyway.
I think about the woman on the bed. Did she have a family? A home? Surely, someone will miss her in this world. I’d never ask any of these questions out loud, but I’m not heartless.
Our clothes are pressed roughly into our chests, causing us to lose our balance and fall backward. I fumble to dress myself after observing and being involved in what just happened, and adrenaline pumps through my veins.
After we finish dressing, gold pins are handed out to us. A gold pin tells anyone who knows the Greek letters what fraternity we are part of and that we are an initiated brother. If you go anywhere in a professional setting or chapter, it is worn on the outside of your jacket.
In a deep voice, one of the hooded figures commands, “Go up to the common room and wait for the higher-level brothers, who will provide instructions on upcoming steps.”
I shudder as I ponder what could be next. The horrors of tonight have drained me. I am slow-moving and disinterested in anything that anyone is going to announce. Everyone trudges up the stairs to the common room, where President Archer is patiently waiting for us with an amused grin.
“Every single thing that occurs in this house stays among brothers and brothers alone. If you breathe the slightest word about anything, you will, without hesitation, be plucked out like a hair on your head, and I don’t just mean from the fraternity,” he states angrily.
Bluntly, we all get the message of being assassinated. Many former presidents, senators, ranking officials, lawyers, the press, and police departments are covered in corruption.
I walk out of the common room, bewildered.
How could my dad possibly want this for me?
Because his son would have access to the best connections money could buy and run any company of my choice.
My gut is telling me the gruesome murder I just witnessed isn’t even half of what is going on or what they are going to confide in us.
Fear snakes up my body because now I’m in a position where I have no choice but to submit.