Chapter 1

Luckily, the fag’s annoying gagging was almost entirely covered by the loud moans of the blond chick on the computer screen. She was being piston-fucked by her two ‘step-brothers’ and she was loving every second of it. Cliff pushed the fag’s head down to the base of his cock and held it there for ten ... twenty seconds. The sissy cunt started to choke almost immediately and as the seconds passed he began to shake convulsively.

“Three years of this shit and you still can’t take my whole dick!” the twenty-year-old jock grunted through gritted teeth “How the fuck can you be this useless, bitch? How?”

The fag was literally turning blue and his bloodshot, watering eyes, filled to the brim with love, hopeless devotion and complete adoration, looked like they were just about to pop out. Cliff smirked and let go of his head. The fag slid backwards but just a couple of inches, adamantly refusing to let go of the straight boy’s meat. He only took a second to rest, then he started sucking on it like his life depended on it. Cliff was so close now. His balls were churning restlessly, his pulse was racing and testosterone was pumping through his veins by the gallon.

“If you don’t make me come in the next thirty seconds I swear I’ll fucking knock you into next week, you hear me?!” as on cue, the desperate young man who was down on his knees under Cliff’s desk, let out a choked sob and went on a frenzy. He started blowing him like a madman, deepthroating him, slobbering all over his cock, stabbing the back of his own throat ferociously to maximize the horny stud’s pleasure “Stupid faggot!” snickered the jock looking back up at that blond whore’s tits on the screen. They were so fucking huge and he saw himself groping them hard and squeezing them over and over again and ... It all felt too fucking awesome...

He shot his entire load directly into that throat pussy, thrusting his hips back and forth on the edge of his seat and forcing the fag’s head down with all his might. Then, little by little he relaxed on the seatback, closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the rush. The fag’s mouth was still working on his dick, sucking slowly now, to squeeze out every last drop of his orgasm like he had been trained to do.

“Thank you for letting me drink your precious cum, Sir! It’s such a privilege, Sir! You are so kind to me, Sir!”

Cliff opened his eyes and looked down at that pathetic excuse for a bottom feeder who was actually beaming dotingly up at him. His face was completely plastered with spit, tears and sweat. The straight boy smirked.

“Yeah, you’re right, I am way too fucking kind to you, cunt, hehe!” he grunted, grabbing a cigarette from the packet on the desk. He lit it and took a long puff. He blew it out, enjoying the sensation “You done with all your chores?”

“Yes, Sir!” the fag replied eagerly “I went to your classes and took notes, Sir! Then I cleaned your room, changed your bed sheets, did your laundry, licked the bottom of all your training shoes clean then pressed all your clothes and put everything away in your closet, Sir! Everything’s in the chores report, Sir!”

“Impressive! And it’s not even four! Hehe!” Cliff snickered without even bothering to look at the neatly filled out form on his desk “Alright, you get to lick my balls for a while, faggot. They’re all sweaty from training so they should be suuuuuper tasty! Hehe!!” he conceded.

The queer’s face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. He started drooling uncontrollably and went “Thank you, Sir!” before diving tongue-out and covering his hairy ballsack with saliva.

“Hey, bro!” Cliff looked up. Zach Taylor’s head was sticking in from the bedroom door that had been left ajar “You busy?” the bleached blond kid asked.

“Not really.” Cliff replied blowing out smoke and scratching one of his pecs “Just needed to dump a load before showering. What’s up?”

“The fags’ score charts are in! Cameron beat us all again!” Zach grunted with a bit of childish disappointment. Cliff chuckled.

“Yeah, well! No surprise there, man!”

“I know but, c’mon! Every fucking time!” the sophomore pouted indignantly.

“Hey, he’s the king, bro! You know that!” Cliff shrugged, then taunted “Not much a rookie such as yourself can do about it, is there?”

Zach made a face and flipped his buddy off. Then he simply added in a resigned tone “Whatever, man! I gotta split. Have a gig in an hour!”

“Alright, bro! Later!”

The younger boy left. Cliff shook his head, amused and closed the pornHub tab on his browser. He was curious now and checked his emails.

“Alright fag! Let’s see how you did!” he boomed cheerfully as he opened the pdf file “What? Fourth place?” He looked down between his legs and saw the expression on the cunt’s face go from delighted and even proud, to embarrassed and a little confused.

“I ... I’m ... sorry, Sir...” he sounded nothing short of mortified.

“What the fuck, bitch! You really are completely useless, aren’t you?! Why do I even keep you, huh? Do you even realize how lucky you are?” the straight boy wasn’t actually mad but watching the fag squirm was by far one of his favorite pastimes.

Suddenly the stupid fuck threw his face on the floor and started kissing Cliff’s bare feet.

“I’m so sorry, Sir! I ... I tried to do my best, Sir! But I’m such a useless faggot, Sir! Please don’t throw me out, Sir! Please! I’m begging you, Sir! I’ll do better, I swear, Sir!” he sniveled between seriously wet smooching.

“Yeah, you better!” Cliff snickered, breaking the tension a little “Well, at least you did better than Hoffman’s.” he snorted then “That douche thinks he owns this fucking place, just cause he’s Cameron’s lap dog.” he commented sharply, then smirked again “And check this out! You got an A- in foot-licking! Well done, bitch!!” He put one of his feet on the cunt’s head and ruffled his hair.

“Mmmm ... tnmmkkkmmmm...” his mouth was pressed too hard on his other foot for him to be able to speak.

“This has got to be one of the proudest moments of your life, right faggot?” the boy sneered as he enjoyed feeling that fucker’s head under his foot.

“Mmmmnnssshhhnnn...” was the reply he got.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome!” Cliff snickered distractedly.

Then he frowned. He noticed he had gotten an official email on the frat treasurer address. It was from one of their financial supporters. He opened it and read the content. He snorted several times before he was through with it “Yeah, in your dreams, fucker!” he muttered. Then he suddenly kicked the fag on the head, somewhat irked.

“Get on the fucking floor, face up!” the bitch obeyed instantly and Cliff planted one of his feet on his stomach and the other one right on his face “Lick!” it’s all he said before feeling, almost instantly, the slave’s tongue get to work. He clicked on the facetime icon, looked for the guy in his contacts and immediately started a video call.

A fifty something balding man popped up on Cliff’s screen and the first thing he did was bow his head and intoned:

“Thank you for considering my email, Sir! I am grateful!” in the most respectful and servile tone possible.

“What the fuck are you talking about, bitch? There’s nothing to consider! You don’t just stop sending money. It doesn’t work like that!” Cliff spread his arms like he was explaining something so easy it was ludicrous.

“I’m aware of that, Sir! But you see, I have something more valuable than money to give, Sir!” the man continued, even more subserviently.

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” the boy snorted doubtfully.

The man paused for a second. His face was ashened and it looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“I’m ... I’m proposing an M.O.K., Sir!” the man stuttered, almost shaking.

Cliff looked surprised for a moment. Then his lips curled into a smirk.

“Wow, I’ve never seen that happen before...” He took another long puff from his cigarette and looked down at the faggot sticking his tongue happily between his sweaty ass toes. It was all so fucking degrading and subhuman. Although he was used to it, sometimes he still couldn’t believe anyone could actually accept to live like that. He snickered to himself, blew out the smoke and looked back up at the man. “Alright, bitch! I’m listening!”

The silence was rather awkward. Or at least it was for Freddy. Which was a pity, really, since the day hadn’t sucked too bad for him so far. He was sitting in the sun sipping on his strawberry shake, glaring angrily at the other young man sitting opposite him, Scott Ackerman. The tall jock was munching on what was left of his fries while flipping through his phone. Apparently, not a care in the world. He probably didn’t even realize Freddy was upset with him.

“Could’ve just said ‘no, thank you’, you know?”

Scott looked up, his piercing green eyes were frowning.

“Dude, I did!” the boy replied, a little annoyed “Remember? I said ‘No thanks, I don’t wanna sign your petition against that bill.’ But then you asked why and I simply gave you a piece of my mind, that’s all.” he shrugged.

Freddy snorted loudly, in disgust and Scott rolled his eyes.

“Look, it’s not like I hate gays or anything, ok?” he explained “I mean, you wanna suck dick for the rest of your life, hey, it’s your business! I have no problem with that!” he paused and smirked a little “Hell, I might even let one of you go down on me if I’m drunk enough!” He stated, then continued with a more serious expression “But there’s no way in hell I’m ok with letting you raise a kid or even get married for that matter. It’s just weird, man and it’s ... I don’t know ... against nature, I guess.” he frowned for a second then continued “And, dude, of course I support that ‘don’t say gay’ bill...” he rolled his eyes again to the infamous nickname the Florida bill had been given by the gay-friendly press “I mean, why should kids have to hear that word, anyway? They shouldn’t, not in grade school. God knows it’s already weird enough when you’re a teenager!” he went on, so convinced of his own ideas it was difficult to stop him “It would totally confuse them and to be honest I’m surprised Florida is the only state that came up with it, cause it’s just the right thing to do. It’s about time they did it back home.” Arlington, Texas. Good old racist, anti-gay, misogynistic southern charm. That’s where the two boys had grown up. Freddy looked stunned once again by his words and Scott shrugged again “Hey, it might be an unpopular opinion, but at least I’m being honest and I’m not exactly the only one who sees things this way, now, am I?”

“Do you have any idea how homophobic and ... and ... old-fogeyish that sounds? This is 2022 for God’s...”

“Dude, dude, that’s where you’re wrong!” Scott cut him off “Why would you call me homophobic? I don’t get it! Doesn’t that imply I’m, like, afraid of you or something?” he asked rhetorically “Well, I’m not, I just think if you wanna be gay, do it in your bedroom. You don’t need to flaunt it in front of...”

“Wanna be??” Freddy replied outraged “It’s not a choice you meathead, I was born this way! It’s not like a switch you can flip!”

“Whatever, dude! Chill, ok? Can’t we just agree to disagree on this one? You’re not gonna change my mind no matter what you say, so...” Scott offered, shaking his head and sneering a little.

“How can you expect me to just ‘chill’ when you just admitted to my face that you wouldn’t let me near a kid? I mean, c’mon!” Freddy hissed, outraged.

“Not exactly what I said, but whatever...” Scott didn’t even look up from his phone which went to show how interested he was in the conversation.

“God, you’re so annoying!” Freddy grumbled.

“Then why are you hanging out with me?” Scott asked, almost amused.

“Cause you’re the only person I know, that’s why!” Freddy admitted in a small, angry voice “And I don’t wanna...”

“Excuse me!” Both boys turned around. A tall, lean guy who was probably a little older than them was swaggering towards them holding a black gym bag on his back. His chestnut hair was damp and he was wearing a tight wife beater that was showing very well trained muscles. “You’re...” he checked his phone “Toph and Ackerman, right?” he asked.

“Yes...” they both replied a little confused.

“Hey, guys! Name’s Jamie, Jamie Roland, I’m with Pi Kappa Alpha, we’ve been vetting this year’s freshmen and we might be interested in both of you. Don’t know if you ever considered Greek life but...”

“Yes! Definitely! I’m so into it!” Freddy cut him off suddenly, all excited “You know, my dad was part Pi Kappa Alpha back in the Nineties’” he bragged proudly.

“So I heard!” Jamie smiled “That doesn’t mean you’re in, though. Still gotta go through the whole pledge thing, I’m afraid.”

“Yeah, I know that! But I think I can definitely be Pi Kappa Alpha material!” Freddy stated confidently.

“Do you, now? Well, good for you!” the tall boy smiled at him then “What about you?” he asked Scott.

Ackerman shrugged “I don’t know, never really thought about joining a frat.”

Jamie’s smile widened.

“Well I could tell you that it’s pretty sweet but that would be asking you to take my word for it and we just met, so why don’t you just come check it out yourself?” He suggested simply, “We’re having an open house next Thursday. Someone will show you around.”

“I’ll definitely be there!” Freddy blurted out enthusiastically.

“Maybe I’ll come too.” Scott’s voice sounded halfhearted.

“Awesome!” Jaimie replied “Maybe I’ll see you there, then!”

“Definitely!” Freddy repeated eagerly.

The guy waved at them and caught up with a bunch of other guys who were clearly waiting for him.

“What’s with the ‘definitely’ thing? You said it like four times in less than two minutes.” Scott snickered.

“Shut up!” replied Freddy “Do you realize what this means? Pi Kappa Alpha is like the best frat in the country!” he stated.

It wasn’t. Not by a long shot. If anything, it was quite the opposite actually since it was in fact listed by many as one of the most out-of-control fraternities in the whole country in terms of ... well, virtually every aspect of life, really. But Freddy Toph was legacy there. His dad had been talking about his old frat non-stop for the past couple of years. And there was pretty much nothing that kid wouldn’t have done for his dad’s approval. He was going to get in, period!

“If you say so, bro!” Scott yawned.

“How do you not know how lucky you are!” Freddy spat exasperatedly, “It’s a great honor that they even asked, man!”

“Fine, if it’s that important I guess I’ll go with you and see for myself.” He conceded so nonchalantly that Freddy had to use all his patience not to strangle him.

“Do what you want!” the gay kid said tartly “Why would they even want someone like you!?” he mumbled.

“Probably cause I’m sooooo annoying!” the other boy joked, smirking at Freddy who simply didn’t reply. He put the straw back in his mouth and went back to glaring at Scott Ackerman.

Scott had to admit it was really hard not to be impressed. The building was huge. An elegant staircase and four white Greek columns dominated the facade and on top of them those three famous letters stood out extravagantly so that you couldn’t miss them even if you wanted to. There were palm trees and the lawn was extremely well kept. Guys were coming and going, chatting among themselves. Most of them were jock-looking types, like himself which was not surprising, really. Pink hair was over the moon. That was mildly annoying. He was pointing at things and showed off everything he knew about the place. My dad this, my dad that. It was like his old man had owned the place a hundred years back.

“That palm tree over there, one time my dad and his friends...” he kept blabbering in his girlish voice. Why did he have to sound and act so fucking gay all the time?

“Welcome!” Freddy was finally shut up by the guy coming towards them. They had finally been noticed. “May I interest you in a tour of the Pi Kappa Alpha House?” he asked them with a smile. He must have been a junior or a senior. He had a buzz cut and was wearing a shirt, shorts and flip flops. “I’m Andy, by the way!” he pointed at the name tag sticker on his chest.

“Hi, Andy, I’m Freddy Toph and I would be delighted to see the house!” Pink hair shook his hand enthusiastically.

“Freddy Toph, you say? Oh, so you’re...” the boy asked.

“Yeah, I’m Dannis Toph’s son. Which makes me legacy, right?” if he bragged one more time.

“Yeah, anyway.” Scott cut in “We were invited by a dude named Jaime ... something.”

“Jaime Roland!” said Pink Hair.

“Oh, of course! Jaime is one of our juniors. Captain of the water polo team!” the guy explained quite proudly “Well, if he invited you, you must have been chosen as suitable candidates.” Andy beamed “Which means I’ll give you the VIP tour! C’mon, follow me!”

The interior of the mansion was even more impressive. Hardwood floors, white leather couches, 65 inch 4k tv screens, a state of the art kitchen, a dining area, spacious bedrooms with a private bathroom. Scott thought that two swimming pools, one indoor and one outdoor, were a bit of an overkill but every second he spent in that place he liked it more and more. What was there not to like? Especially considering the depressing dorms he was currently staying at. Too good to be true.

“Look, this is all great but let’s talk about money for a second.” Scott interrupted Andy mid sentence as he was explaining the schedule for the sauna. Pink hair looked annoyed.

“Oh, well...” Andy replied, politely, “If you get accepted, the cost of living here is about 2 grand per semester.” Scott frowned. That wasn’t too unreasonable. Not at all, actually. “But...” Andy continued, “If you have a scholarship of some kind, then it’s free.”

“What?” Scott looked extremely doubtful “Free? You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not!” the other boy assured, “As long as you keep your grades up you only pay for food and occasionally you’ll have to chip in for parties, but that’s it!”

Scott was not convinced at all.

“Dude, c’mon! There’s gotta be a catch.” he said “This is way too peachy to be...”

“What are you doing?!” pink hair mumbled angrily at him. Then he smiled at Andy “If he says it’s free then why would you not believe him?”

Scott rolled his eyes. Did gay boy have the hots for this dude? Barf!

“Yeah, well, I understand your disbelief but it’s not like everybody gets in, you know? There’s not that many members in this frat. That’s why it’s easier to pay for all expenses.” Andy explained. It didn’t really make much sense.

“Alright, what do you gotta do to get in?” Scott asked, half joking.

“Well, you gotta convince all of us brothers that you’re serious about it.”

The three of them watched as a tall guy with dark hair joined them.

“Guys, this is Cameron Davenport, the president of our frat.” exclaimed Andy quite pompously, like it was his own achievement.

“Hey, how you doing?” Scott shook hands with him.

“I hear you play ball?” Cameron asked him, smiling “Read your name on the roster for the tryouts.”

“Oh, you’re on the team?” Scott asked.

“He’s not just on the team, he’s the star quarterback and captain of the Golden Panthers!” Andy emphasized a little too strongly to be polite.

“Alright, sorry!” Scott raised his eyebrows.

“Haha! Don’t mind him! Andy likes to brag about the team!” Cameron ‘ruffled’ the other guy’s super short hair “Anyways, I hope you make it, bro! We definitely need some new blood!” he was smiling warmly at him and Scott couldn’t help smiling back.

“Thanks!” the boy said.

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you!” Pink Hair bleated, hurrying to shake the guy’s hand “I’m Freddy Toph my dad was...”

“Oh, I know who you are,” Cameron cut him off, “we vetted each one of you, remember?”

“Yes ... yes, of course...” said Pink Hair, a little taken aback.

“Thinking of joining us?” Cameron asked the both of them.

“Yes! Absolutely!” gay boy replied eagerly. Jeez, he was annoying. Even Cameron half smirked at such enthusiasm.

“Well, I don’t know, man! I mean I still can’t believe I’d be living here for free if I ever got in.” mused Scott.

“Haha! Yeah, that’s the same reaction I got when they first came to me. I was worried my parents couldn’t afford it.” the guy admitted “But it’s all true, bro. As long as your grades are fine and you don’t get in too much trouble, it’s free.” the tall senior assured “And if you do get into a bit of trouble, the whole frat is gonna have your back!” he added.

Scott found himself liking this guy more and more by the minute. It was hard not to see the appeal.

“Alright...” Scott shrugged, “Sounds cool.”

“Awesome!” Cameron beamed, “Well, if you’re serious about it, Andy is gonna give you the entry test.”

“There’s an entry test?” Scott snorted, amused.

“You bet and there’s also an interview!” replied Cameron.

“You gotta be kidding me!” jabbered Scott.

“Ah, I wouldn’t be too worried about it!” Cameron said putting a hand on Scott’s shoulder “I’m sure you’ll do fine.” he smiled at the straight kid then added “Both of you.” looking at Pink Hair.

“An M.O.K.!? Are you sure?” the blond boy with a shaved head whispered incredulously.

“Yeah ... I heard it ... it was months ago anyways, it’s no big deal...” the olive skinned boy with a shaved head replied indifferently while unloading the dishwasher.

“No big deal? Are you for fucking real right now?” hissed the other one, while carefully drying a glass with a kitchen cloth.

“I wouldn’t hesitate for a second if my master told me to...”

“That’s cause you’re a fucking lunatic!” snorted the first boy still keeping his voice so low it was barely audible.

The other one turned towards him and stared him down. Little by little the first boy wiped his smirk off his face and looked down at the glass in his hands.

“I’m ... I’m sorry...” he mumbled.

Two voices were suddenly getting closer. Laughing out loud. The first boy looked at the second in pure horror. “Please don’t report me ... please...” he was shamelessly begging.

“What up, faggots!” Two boys walked into the kitchen. It was not unusual to see them together. They were notoriously good friends after all. Two gorgeous specimens of young straight studs. Master Justin and Master Zach.

“Sir!” The shaved head boys instantly replied in unison, while the other two were hardly paying any notice to them. They had opened the fridge and were picking what soda they wanted snickering and chatting without a care in the world.

The olive skinned boy was now pleading with his eyes. The blond boy with the shaved head mouthed ‘it’s for your own good’ leaving the other one on the verge of tears. He then walked away from the dishwasher, towards the boys at the fridge. He went down on his knees and prostrated himself, face on the floor not three feet from them in silence.

“I’m telling you, he must be fucking cheating, bro! I don’t know how but...”

Suddenly Master Justin stopped talking and turned himself towards the shaved-head boy.

“What do you want, bitch?” He said walking so close to him his sneakers were now less than an inch from his face.

The shaved-head boy immediately started licking the top of Master Justin’s shoes.

“Permission to speak, Sir!” he hummed between hungry licks.

“Go ahead!” Master Justin snickered.

“Thank you, Sir! I have something to report, Sir!”

“Uuuhhh! Someone is in trouble! Hehe!” hummed Master Zach, extremely amused.

“Hehe! Don’t you love it when they do this to each other? It cracks me up every fucking time! Haha!” Master Justin cackled and his buddy shook his head, snickering. The shaved-head boy kept licking those snickers devotedly. “Well, let’s hear it, bitch! Who are you selling out this time?”

Freddy couldn’t stop biting his nails out of sheer tension. It had been a week since the high council of the frat led by that crazy hot guy Cameron had spoken with him. Well, maybe ‘questioned him’ was a more appropriate choice of words for it. Five guys who were so blatantly the epitome of the handsome straight jock, who had never been bullied or pushed around or even bad mouthed one day in their lives had asked him all sorts of weird questions starting with:

“Hey, we noticed that in question 7, ‘What are you prepared to do for the honor of the frat?’, you put down B, ‘Anything that doesn’t get me in trouble’ instead of D, ‘Anything’. Now that’s not very cool, bro!”

Freddy had apologized but he had told them that he had been honest about it and no matter the circumstances he would have stood by his own principles. He had to admit that it wasn’t easy looking at those chiseled bodies and stay focused on their questions. He was eighteen after all and as much as he found them obnoxious, straight athletes made him weak at the knees. Not that he would have ever admitted it to anyone.

Anyways, all in all he didn’t think the interview had gone particularly well which made him so angry with himself. Why did he have to be so goddamn proud all the time? Would it kill him to just be a little more easy going every once in a while? And in the meantime, that guy Ackerman had gotten in just like that! He hadn’t even heard about the goddamn frat and now he was officially one the pledges. Unbelievable. It was fucked up. Of course he had wowed them with his stupid football scholarship and his stupid good looks. God he was annoying. Freddy checked the time. 11.43. If he didn’t get the email in the next seventeen minutes he was out. That’s what they had said. Why was every single thing so fucking hard in his life? He found himself thinking about it quite often. Nothing ever went smoothly for him and it wasn’t just him being a drama queen. It was true. And it was so unfair. It was probably a childish thing to feel but the boy didn’t care. He wanted to get in so fucking bad, though. He wanted it like he had never wanted anything in his entire life. It was all he could think about. He didn’t really understand entirely why he wanted to be a part of that so badly but he knew he did and the thought of not getting in was enough to...

The sudden buzz made his heart skip a beat. He grabbed his phone and opened Gmail.

‘Dear applicant, after reviewing your ... bla, bla, bla, bla ... doubts concerning your interview ... bla, bla, bla, bla ... considering your family history with the fraternity and ... bla, bla, bla, bla ... the council has decided to admit you into the pledge selection process.’

Freddy had to read it three or four times before realizing he had actually made it.

“Yes!!!” He screamed so loud his throat burned. He was so happy. He started laughing stupidly. He couldn’t wait to hear his dad’s reaction.

“Dude, did you bathe in perfume?” Scott asked, wrinkling his nose.

“Shut up! I simply shower regularly, which is something you might wanna try!” Pink Hair shot back.

“Ouch! That one burns!” Scott mocked him as they were walking up to the entrance of the mansion.

“Can I see your invitation?” a chubby looking guy with a buzz cut asked them.

They showed him the email they had received and he gave them a colored bracelet to wear. Blue for him and orange for Pink Hair.

“Why are they different colors?” Pink Hair asked. The guy smiled at him and simply went:

“You’ll see.”

There were about thirty, maybe forty kids in the entrance hall. Different ages, all mingled together, talking, drinking and generally having a good time.

“Hey, guys! Welcome!” The tour dude greeted them.

“Hi, Andy!” Pink Hair exclaimed all excited.

“May I get you something to drink?” he asked very politely.

“I’ll have a beer!” Scott said. Considering it was a frat party, beer had to be pretty much a given.

“Uhm ... yeah, same for me, thanks!” mumbled Pink Hair.

“Be right back!” Tour dude replied cheerfully and left.

The two boys started to mingle. Well, Scott did. Pink Hair simply stared at everybody from a corner of the room throwing down beer. What a creep. The tall jock found he had quite a lot in common with many of the guys there. Not all of them, but the cool ones, most definitely. They were into sports, for starters, which didn’t hurt one bit.

But after a little while, someone called for attention and they all turned around to see that Cameron guy they had met a few days earlier, step onto a made-up little stage and then he started to speak.

“Hey, everyone! To all the new faces here, welcome to Pi Kappa Alpha!” the freshmen cheered “To the others ... welcome back, mutherfuckers!” he joked and the rest of the guys raised their cups and laughed rowdily “Alright so let’s get down to business!” Cameron continued “Pledges!” he smirked “You’ll find that things here work a little differently from other fraternities. That’s why we have questionnaires and interviews before we accept your pledge request. You see, we know what we’re looking for and most importantly what it means to be a Pi Kappa Alpha.” the older boy smiled briefly at Scott “So we put you guys through a thorough screening process to determine which of you can actually join.” he made a pause. For effect maybe?