Chapter 1

Someone was shoving him, probably trying to wake him up. He would just pretend he did not notice. Whoever it was did not give up, taking his bed sheet and dragging it off while shouting at him. “Brandon, get up man. We’re going to miss the party!”

“You are not my friend. You are the enemy.” Brandon gave up on sleep.

“You will thank me later, or not. I don’t care. If I don’t bring you, I won’t get into the party.”

Oh yes, how could he forget the party? Everyone who was anyone would be going, and of course Jason wanted to be anyone. He knew better, this was nonsense, a ploy to get people talking. The popular students would get more popular by throwing the same drunken party they always do. The two of them would show up, get rejected like most of the others and then next all would hear how awesome it was. Brandon would rather get some rest. He had exams to study for.

“I’ll pay you,” Jason said.

That got his attention. Money was something he needed even more than sleep. If Jason wanted to empty his wallet for nothing that was fine by him, he was the enemy after all. “Sounds like a plan. Where is this party again?”

“The sorority.”

Many sororities existed on the campus. The name of the sorority Jason was speaking of did not need to be said. They were infamous. They were known for throwing wild sex parties. Some even said they practiced sex rituals. Members of the sorority came from all walks of life, rich, poor, black, white, even those who already graduated could be seen hanging around. He could see why Jason was so excited, it still sounded like nonsense.

“Right, then just give me some time to get ready,” he said, looking for his clothes.

“Oh, you really are out of it. You already got your school clothes on. You look great, let’s go!”

This guy was relentless. Then again, why get dressed up for a party they would be turned away from?

“OK OK,” he said, heading out the door with Jason. “You could at least made me some coffee.”

As they approached the sorority house, he saw large groups of men milling around, some in huddled together, others waiting in line. It was as he feared, or rather Jason feared. People were being rejected, but still hanging around, waiting for another try. As if they could all fit in that house. Fools!

Jason continued undaunted, marching forward as if he belonged there. It was not completely ridiculous that Jason would get into the party. Jason had a good old American boy look to him, with brown hair and eyes, with a square jaw. He should have been in a frat. Something about him kept him from those circles even with his good looks, it must have been his attitude. He looked like a frat boy and acted like one. It just seemed so forced.

At the head of the line, there were three sorority girls, two of them acting as guards, the other holding her phone. The one holding the phone would look at it, then back up to the man in front of her as she said, “pass, pass ... pass.” A rigorous process indeed! They already knew who they wanted in. Poor Jason.

“Hey,” Jason said to get their attention. The two girls acting as guards blocked his path.

“Get in line like everyone else,” the one with the phone said, not even looking at them.

“It’s Jason, and I brought Brandon.”

Hold on, it sounded as if Jason was actually invited, and that they wanted him to come as well. That could not be true, yet it was soon confirmed.

She looked up from her phone. “Oh, you should have said so. Get in here.” Her mood switched from boredom to giggling schoolgirl in an instant. The two guard-girls moved aside, their posture changing from defensive to a sexy pose, their hands waving to the entrance as if they had won a prize on a game show.

Jason was thrilled. He clapped his hand on Brandon’s shoulder, leaning in to say. “See man, this is gonna be great.” Jason then strode through the doors, giving the girls a once over as he passed by. Thanking the girls, Brandon followed.

Inside the sorority house was not what he expected, classical music could be heard. Some men, but mostly women were chatting, their voices low. No red cups full of booze. No screaming girls bouncing up and down, breasts jiggling. He would have thought they walked in on a country club if the girls were not uniformly dressed in ass-hugging short shorts and too tight red T-shirts with the sorority logo of a black cat.

Brandon turned to his friend, thinking he would be crestfallen. Instead, Brandon saw a mask of anger. He had been tricked and knew it. They did not even bother teasing him a bit before revealing the truth to the lie.

“You were right man, this was a waste of time.” Jason turned to leave.

Brandon wondered if this was the right time to ask if he was still getting paid when thankfully one of the sorority sisters approached them. “Hold on boys, stay for a bit. I know this was not what you thought it would be. We will explain soon.” She pressed herself up against Jason’s shoulder, embracing his arm, her breast pressed against him.

“OK,” Jason said.

He was so easy. At least this did not seem to be one of those cruel pranks were they would be attacked and humiliated. The College would not allow that after the last scandal. Poor Dave.

As she guided them through the house, she tapped guests on the shoulder, saying hey, making quick small talk before moving to the next room. She was quite the hostess.

Unfortunately, this tour of hers only showed his friend how tame this party was. He even removed himself from her grip. Not even contact with such a sexy girl was enough to get him excited again. Realizing that she was losing Jason’s interest and that she never had his, she started explaining while they walked.

“This is not some sort of prank,” she said. Jason voiced his disbelief with a grunt. She continued. “Everyone thinks this is some sort of slut-house, it’s not. We let people think that because it drives donations at fundraising events. What this sorority represents is feminism.”

“What?” Brandon said, paying attention to her for the first time.

“We are a feminist sorority, that is why we take all types of women in this house.”

This was something Brandon noticed as they went room to room. None of the girls were ugly, but most of them were not the knock-out babes he imagined. He knew they took in women of different age groups and backgrounds, he did not know this is what they meant.

It broke Jason. He did not even try to leave, resigned to what was in store for him. His shoulders slouched, and he dragged his feet to where the sorority hostess was leading him.

Brandon had to speak up. “OK great, you go girl. Feminism is great and all, but hardly a way to plan a party. Thanks for the invite but we got exams and it’s late.”

As he moved to grab Jason, she stopped him, worry showing on her face. “Just give us a chance!”

“Nope”

“We’ll pay you.”

“I’m listening,”

She relaxed and continued. “Third wave feminists have won. Equality has been achieved, but the consequences have been drastic. This is what this sorority hopes to remedy.”

Brandon had an idea of what she meant. Women now held most political, business, and other leadership positions. The problem was that the rise of automation, and global peace, meant that traditional male roles were not needed, causing increased depression among men, a decrease in life-span and guys like Jason. Pretending to be what he thought men should be like.

“I can see you understand,” she said. “The fact is, weak men are not attractive, and the positions women now hold are extremely stressful, more so than in the past because more is required with less help. Crime is up, and hordes of frustrated jobless men are roaming the streets.”

He was beginning to catch on, she did not need to say that many of those men were looking for ways to vent their lusts. He also realized that both he and Jason were examples of what she was talking about, the men women wanted and what men thought women wanted. This was getting a bit deep for a college party.

Brandon was no stud, but girls did find him attractive. He got more attention than he thought he deserved. He tended to avoid romantic relationships to focus on his education. The job market was just too tough to take a break. That and he wanted to avoid trouble, another consequence of the radical feminists’ victory.

“So what exactly is this party for? Just come out and say it,” he said.

“The women of this sorority are all a part of the Cult of Man. We want the two of you, and the other men here to take part in our rituals, full time. We want you to join this sorority.”

“We can do that?” Jason was back in the conversation and his spirit back up.

“Yes, you can. Equality for both sexes, remember,” she said.

Brandon was taking in what she just revealed. The Cult of Man was the next wave of feminism, that is how they marked themselves at least. They believed that men and women should serve their biological purpose, and this was the only way to achieve true happiness between the sexes. What made them controversial was their belief that even the worst aspects of the genders should be accepted, even encouraged if served a purpose, restraint should only be shown if it damaged society at large.

“What’s the ritual,” said Jason. That was Jason, getting to what really mattered to him.

They had gone down a spiral staircase to a basement room, that had the feel of a bunker waiting area, steel double doors were in front of them. Come inside and take a look.

Inside of the room was richly furnished with plush pillows, fancy carpet designs, roman pillars, and chandeliers. This must have been where the donation money was going. What really got his attention was the several girls on their knees. They all had the sorority uniform on, with some alterations. A hole at the crouch of their tight shorts had been made. The neckline of their shirts plunged, exposing much of the entire upper half of their breasts. Two bowls were with each girl, one under the hole of their crotch and another in front of them. Their bodies were positioned so that he could not help getting hard just looking at them. Their backs arched so that their breasts jutted forward. Knees spread to show off their panties. Butts resting on the back of bare feet. Toes arched and placed together.

Good god!

“Girls you forgot to put your hands on your knees,” she said.

“Yes, mistress!” They all chanted at once.

An older woman standing at the end of the row of girls spoke. “My fault, we were deciding between hands on knees mouths closed, or hands behind back, mouths open.”

“We decided all this beforehand,” she said, shaking her head. Meanwhile, Jason had tears in his eyes. We still did not know what was going to happen, but at least they had seen the promised land in this lifetime. “I apologize, boys, this sloppiness was not the introduction I wanted you to see.”

“No problem,” Jason said.

“You are forgiven,” Brandon added.

“Oh good, then it’s not a loss. These are the rainbow girls.” She motioned her hand across the kneeling girls. “They are here to turn your cocks into rainbows.”

A rainbow party! A thing of myth and legends. He did not know the exact workings of it. He just knew the important part: he would get blowjobs from many girls.

This was too good to be true, at the risk of ruining this, he asked a question. “Why?” Jason’s head snapped towards him, the message clear in his eyes: ‘shut the fuck up bro!’

The older woman answered, “Men should be appreciated. This is how we show it. Brandon, you have this honor because you are clearly an alpha male, and I don’t mean some meat-head. You are a strong man in full control of yourself. You come highly recommended.”

Recommended by who? He did not ask out loud, at risk of being punched by Jason.

“What about me?” The no questions rules did not apply to Jason’s ego it seemed.

“Jason, you are a fake. Getting drunk at parties, always chasing ass as if it means something! This is not who you are. You could be a real man if you wanted. A better version of yourself. This is to encourage you to be that man.”

This did not surprise Jason, and it seemed being called on it changed his demeanor at once. He was still amped up, but his entire body was much more relaxed, his face dropping that needy look. Brandon liked this side of Jason when it showed itself. The frat boy persona always put Brandon on edge.

The girls responded as well, knees parting, hands reaching for their panties. “Enough of that girls!” The older woman admonished. She had to physically stop one. “Do you want to be disqualified?” she said to the girl being restrained. She looked familiar to Brandon.

“I will explain the rules. It will be a bit different from what you may have heard.” hopefully not too different, Brandon thought. “The rainbow girls will take turns sucking your cocks. They will take each of you deeper in their mouths with each round, leaving colored lipstick to mark their progress. This will continue until they make it to the base of your shafts. If you cum before that you are out. If they can’t take it until the end they get punished.” The girls squirmed a bit at this before the older woman settled them down. “If one or both of you boys make it to the end you are members of the sorority, and can take part in the initiation to be part of the Cult of Man in the future.”