It was the midway point of the fall semester, the time when rushing began for the Greek Fraternities. The most prestigious Frat was Chi Sigma, the one that the hunky jocks ruled with an iron hand. Cleve had been a member for two years. He was the best wrestler in the 178 pound class of the varsity team, being almost undefeated on the mat in competition, and undisputed champion of the locker room and private no holds barred matches against any and all comers. Cleve stood six feet even, his blond hair was clipped short and his dark tan showed off his tight muscular body to its fullest, attenuating the definition of his rock hard muscles.

Bill, Ron, and Bert were freshmen on the J.V. football team, all three were good players and hoped that they would be chosen to rush Chi Sigma. Bill and Ron shared a room in the dorm and Bert lived on the same floor. The three of them were interesting to observe, because they were almost triplets. They were about the same height 5'11 to 6'1 and 180 to 198 pounds of solid tan muscle, Ron being the smallest and Bert the biggest. But Ron's basket more than made up for his lack of height and was firmly packed in his tight jock. They ate and worked out at the gym together and went out together, to the bar or movies, preferring each other's masculine company to that of the young college girls. There existed a friendly competition between them, seeing who could make the most tackles, lift the most weight or make the most reps. Occasionally, after a hard work out at the gym, the three of them would retire to the privacy of Bill's and Ron's room before showering. There the three of them would strip either bare ass or to jocks and flex their young hot, bulging muscles in front of a wall to ceiling mirror. Each of them taking turns while the other two watched, as their own muscles alternately tensed and relaxed in unison. Frequently their _c_o_c_k_s would rise to the occasion, to stretch and flex on their own. Finally, their hard bodies glistening with sweat and their muscles pumped up to the point of bursting through their skin, they would embrace. With their hot bodies in close contact they would run their hands over each other's body, their fingers sliding effortlessly over the sweat lubricated flesh. They would caress and squeeze the muscles of each other's body until they were a tangle of arms and legs, crushing their bodies into even more intimate contact. Their hard _c_o_c_k_s would poke and probe at tight washboard stomachs and low slug balls only to be trapped between solid muscular thighs. Until they could not restrain themselves any longer and head for the shower to relieve their strong urges and shower before going to bed for the night. Such was the thursday night before rush weekend.

It was a warm Friday night as Bill, Ron and Bert, dressed in tight cutoff levis displaying their bugling baskets and tank tops that stretched the fabric to its limits over solid pecs and large firm nipples, headed for fraternity row and the Chi Sig house. They had been invited to attend the rush night by several members of the varsity football squad. As they approached the house they noticed that all of the members were hunky studs, representing all of the sports and the cream of the jocks. Some dressed as they were, but others were shirtless so that they could show off their broad shoulders, wide lats and washboard guts for maximum effect. The three of them realized that their dreams were about to come true. They wandered into the house and soon found the bar where they each ordered a beer before setting off to meet as many members as they could before the voting later that evening. When they had met about half of the members they ran into Cleve, he had been watching them for some time both at the house and before on the campus. Cleve had noticed that the three of them were rarely separated, on the field, in the locker room or in the library. He often wondered just what their bond was, maybe if they pledged the frat he would find out.

Cleve introduced himself to them. At first they just talked about sports and the courses they were taking. Soon Cleve was explaining what pledging entailed and he explained the degrading things the three of them would be forced to do. He noticed that the bulges in their crotches, with Ron's being the most noticeable, really started to swell when he described the paddling and swats. He continued to tell how they were freely administered both as punishment and as rewards, especially on hell weekend when special paddles were used almost continuously for three nights and two days. Bill, Ron and Bert were starting to fidget as their _c_o_c_k_s were snaking down their thighs. Cleve noticed that they emptied their beers and asked them if they would like a refill, and a short reprieve, the three quickly agreed and Cleve headed for the bar. When Cleve was out of ear shot, they quickly formed a tight circle to share their mutual excitement. As they talked between themselves they tugged at their crotches and attempted to reduce their roaring hard ons to a more manageable size. Cleve noticed that they were huddled closely together and rapidly talking with big smiles on their faces, while each of them had one hand shoved deeply into a pants pocket.

Cleve walked up to them and cleared his throat to gain their attention before handing each of them a beer. Cleve knew from experience that these three would make good pledges and great brothers. He introduced them to some of the other members. They met more of the members, and talked to most of them, but not for as long or as intimately as they had with Cleve. As the night wore on most of the guests drifted off until just the members and a small handful of prospective pledges were left. Bill, Ron and Bert proved to be the most popular and the most likely to asked to pledge. Cleve stayed very close to Ron since they had first met, wanting to learn more about this hot young hunk and not wanting him to become to friendly with his other brothers. Cleve, because of his reputation, had little trouble making the object of his desire, Ron, known to his other brothers and keeping them at arms length. But both Bill and Bert each had two brothers vying for their attention.

The meeting to select the pledges was the Saturday night after the party. One by one the pledges was interviewed by the entire membership and voted on, Bill, Ron and Bert had no difficulty and all three were accepted as initiates. In most fraternities the pledges choose their big brothers but here it was reversed with the members choosing their little brothers. Cleve obviously picked Ron without dissent, but it was different with Bill and Bert. Dale and Jack both wanted Bill, and Fred and George wanted Bert. To resolve these conflicts, they were sent to the basement where there was mat was set up. They were stripped to just their jocks and told to fight, no holds barred, for the privilege of choosing a little brother. Dale and Jack squared off first, but it was a short match. Jack ended it quickly by driving an upper cut into Dale's hard washboard gut and following it up with a knee lift to the balls, dropping him to the mat. Dale was doubled up in pain on the mat when Jack stepped behind him, drove his hand between Dale's legs and grabbed him by his balls. Then Jack lifted Dale over his head and held him across his shoulders until he submitted. Jack was given his choice and he picked Bill. The match between Fred and George lasted considerably longer until Fred threw a right cross and knocked George out. Fred choose Bert and now all of the pledges had be picked by a big bother. The big bothers were to pick up their little brothers and bring them to the sunday night meeting for pledge orientation and formal introduction to their big brothers and the other members, including the pledge master.

Cleve, Jack and Fred were close friends, and decided to play a small trick on their three little bothers. Jack would pick up Bill first, then a half an hour later Fred would get Bert and after an additional hour Cleve would get Ron. Cleve hoped that this pysch game would up set and surprise Ron. The plan went off with out a hitch and Ron was close to tears when Cleve knocked at his door. Ron jumped to his feet and Cleve threw his 18 inch arms around Ron's broad shoulders to comfort him. Ron wrapped his arms around Cleve and squeezed him with a bear hug. Cleve knew that they would become good friends and held him even tighter, their crotches grinding against each other. Cleve eased up on his grip, brought his right hand back and slammed the palm of his hand against Ron's round levi clad ass cheek. Ron jumped with surprise and dropped both of his hands to Cleve's butt, sliding his hands into Cleve's hip pockets, his steel like fingers digging into each cheek, pulling him closer while he clawed and kneaded Cleve's ass. Cleve used his left hand to undo Ron's levis and slide them down around his knees, exposing his jock clad ass and basket that was sporting a large hard on. Cleve brought his hand back and slapped Ron's bare ass again and again, each time with a resounding whack. A sigh of pleasure escaped from Ron's lips with each new impact and he continued to dig his fingers into Cleve's ass, even as his ass started to glow from the constant punishment. Cleve reminded Ron that they had to leave for the meeting soon or that they would be late, and both of them would get swats for being late. Ron thought the idea of both of them getting swats in front of the whole frat was hot, but better left for an other time. Cleve reached down and quickly pulled Ron's levis up over his hot butt, and they quickly left for the meeting. They made it, but with just minutes to spare. They made a fast series of hellos and quickly took their places.

Ron was now sitting with his friends Bill and Bert and with the other pledges. The meeting moved with astonishing speed and soon it was time to initiate the new pledges. The pledge master took over the meeting from the president and began his speech. The pledges took notes but the pledge master generally spoke to fast, but at the end they were given a complete list of rules to obey with out question. One at a time the big brothers walked over to his little bother and introduced them to the other members in turn, Cleve and Ron were last. When the introductions were finished the pledges were lined up down the center of the large room and told to "take THE position."Then the pledge master took one of the ceremonial paddles and gave each on them one solid swat with it. When he had administered the last sway (to Ron), the members were turned loose to yell at the new pledges and make them do various exercises. After thirty minutes of continuous harassment the pledge master ordered the pledges out of the house and their first night as pledges was over.

They reassembled a local hamburger joint and picked a pledge leader, Ron, and other officers. Then they studied the pages of pledge behavior that the pledge master had given them. Bill was to be secretary and he quickly headed for the library and the copy machine to duplicate the rules so that each of them would be able to study them that night and be ready for the active members which they were sure to run into the next morning. Bert headed for the local stationary store to purchase the necessary black books and spare pages. The others were sent in various direction to acquire the other materials that they all needed including black tee shirts, that were to be part of their uniform.

As Ron was heading back to his dorm, when Cleve intercepted him. Ron had a surprised look on his face when they met, because Cleve had deserted him during the indoctrination. Ron said "Good evening Sir" and Cleve said "Good evening pledge." Ron asked "May we be on informal terms." Cleve replied "Yes, Ron." Ron wanted to know when they were going to get together as big and little brothers to continue what Cleve had started in his room? Cleve asked Ron what had happened at the pedge meeting and where his other pledge brothers were. When Ro told Cleve that he had been elected pledge leader, Cleve was ecstatic and again wrapped his arms around Ron. Cleve suggested that they head for the men's gym and the wrestling room where they would have absolute privacy.

The two hot jocks slipped through the locker rooms and entered the fully padded wrestling room. The only lights burning in the entire building were the night lights and it took their eyes several minutes to adjust to the low light level. But once they were in the seclusion of the wrestling room, they both dropped all inhibitions and all of their clothes as well. As they stood facing each other stripped to only their well worn jocks, their _c_o_c_k_s began to swell in unison until they were straining at the elastic fabric of their pouches. They almost knocked each other out as their bodies slammed together, solid mounded pecs crashing into each other while hard flat stomachs slammed together. Their large peaked biceps dug into broad lats as they wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed the last remaining pockets of air from between their bodies. In only a flash each grabbed the waistband of the other's jock and yanked it down over tree trunk thighs, allowing the other's _c_o_c_k_ spring to attention and balls to swing free. As they embraced, Cleve slapped Ron on the ass, leaving a large red hand print. Ron sunk his teeth into Cleve's trapezius muscle and began to chew on the tough muscle fibers. Cleve swung his other hand, and left a matching hand print on Ron's other ass cheek. Ron ground his hard nearly hairless gut against Cleve's smooth biscuit abs until they both had broken out in a sweat and there was almost no friction between their bodies. Cleve felt Ron's _c_o_c_k_ stiffen with each slap to his tight young ass as he continued to warm it up. Ron was enjoying having his ass warmed by such a hot man, and Cleve was driving himself crazy with lust by being able to beat this hot studs butt until it almost was glowing in the dimness of the mat room. Ron was determined not to surrender or cry out in pain from the spanking that he was receiving at the hands of this tough build jock, his big brother. Cleve's arms were beginning to tire from continuously pounding Ron's ass. When he eased up and finally had to stop to allow his arms to rest, Ron brought both of his open palms down against Cleve's ass and drove his rock hard _c_o_c_k_ into Cleve's crotch. Cleve was shocked by the sudden reversal, but as his eyes sprang wide open so did his mouth and Ron immediately took advantage of the situation. Ron's mouth found Cleve's and soon they were probing the inner reaches of each other's mouths with their equally long hard tongues. As they rocked back and forth locked in each other's gip, Ron continued his assault on Cleve's exposed and ever willing ass. As Cleve tried harder to break Ron's grip, Ron sucked the air from his lungs and brought his hands down and beat a tattoo on Cleve's butt.

Cleve's arms had received all the rest they needed and he started to slap Ron's ass again. Now they were both beating on the other's firm ass cheeks and there was a rosy glow emanating from the windows of the wresting room. It was nearly midnight when they were both exhausted from their ordeal. Their _c_o_c_k_s were still dripping cum as they slowly pulled on their jocks, slipping the elastic straps over their red hot buns and adjusting their stiff _d_i_c_k_s and tight nuts in the mesh pouches until they were comfortable. After they had stepped into their levis and pulled them over their strong legs and buttoned each other's fly, Cleve promised Ron, "One way or another we will always be brothers, but now it was time to get some rest and prepare for school tomorrow."

The first day of pledging went fairly smoothly for the new pledge class, as the active members showed some control of their emotions. The rest of the week went along without a hitch. Friday night would be their first party in the frat house as pledges and it was closed to outside guests. The pledges were required to wear their black tank tops and the pledging rules were relaxed, but just a little, they were still required to say "Sir" when addressing an active member and move out of their way. The big brothers were proud to show off their little brothers to the senior members and alumni, most of which were as still as hunky as they were when they were younger and more active. Cleve was beaming all night as he introduced Ron who was wearing a tight form fitting black tank top that displayed his solid slightly furry upper body to the utmost. His nipples stood out like two knobs on his large well shaped pecs. Cleve was also wearing a tank top that showed off his hard wrestler's body and hairless chest. Both Cleve and Ron unconsciously flexed their large peaked biceps, tight triceps and cutup forearms all night long as if in an imaginary contest, until the muscles in their arms were warm and engorged with blood increasing their size even more.

When the party started to break up around 1 a.m. Cleve took a hold of Ron's arm and led him down the stairs to the mat room in the basement. As they slowly climbed down the dimly lit stairs, each with a hand shoved deeply into the other's hip pocket, Cleve explained to Ron that the members often had matches there. He told Ron that on the previous Saturday night Dale and Jack, and Fred and George had fought for the privilege of being big brothers to Bill and Bert, the victors were obvious. Cleve asked Ron "How about a friendly brotherly match?" Ron replied "Sure!" They hung the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door before entering the basement and locking the door behind them. Cleve turned on the red spot lights and they filled the room with their warm glow. The faced each other and slowly slipped the tank tops off of each other's torsos, exposing their broad chests and large nipples. Their hands reached out and took a hold of the other's solid pecs then they stroked their fingers gently over the erect nipples, teasing and tantalizing them further. Then they clamped their steel like fingers tightly onto the mounded pecs, squeezing and massaging them like ripe melons until they glowed just like their arms. Then they allowed their hands to slip lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the other's levis. Their fingers snaked around each others tight waists. With their left hands shoved deep inside the back of the others pants, they both used their right hands to loosen the belts and undo the buttons of each other's flies. Their levis slipped slowly from their narrow hips over their muscular legs and fell to the floor in two shapeless heaps. They stepped back from each other to admired the other's firm muscular body. They faced each other, naked and unashamed, before again embracing. Their taut bodies pressed tightly together as they ran their hands over the other's broad shoulders and back. Slowly but surely their hands slipped lower and lower until they dug their fingers into the other's buns. They kneaded each other's firm ass cheeks. Their tongues probed at each other's willing mouths and their lips were held firmly together by the strong suction of their lungs, until Ron's mouth broke free with a loud pop.

Ron ran his tongue over Cleve's neck and under his chin, savoring Cleve's salty skin, and nibbling at the corded muscles of his shoulders and neck. When Ron's tongue reached Cleve's ear lobe, he began to chew on it before engulfing his whole with his warm moist mouth. As Ron's tongue began to wander around the whorls of Cleve's ear and probe at the auditory canal, Cleve dug his fingers deep into Ron's ass and pulled their bodies into even more intimate contact. Their bodies twisted and writhed as the sweat poured from their bodies lubricating their chests and washboard stomachs allowing them to slid effortlessly again each other. The continued stimulation was driving them wild with erotic thoughts and actions. Their _c_o_c_k_s soon joined in the action, snapping to attention and forcing their way slowly into the other's groin and rubbing against an equally hard shaft. Cleve left hand loosened its grip while Ron continued to chew on the side of his neck. Cleve released Ron's right cheek, moved his hand away and suddenly sent it careening against the pink flesh with a resounding whack. Ron jumped with the surprise blow. Cleve sent his hand on its mission again and again. With each slap Ron moaned but his nibbling didn't miss a beat. As Ron's right cheek was beginning to glow a deep cherry red, Cleve switched hands and began to work on Ron's other cheek. Ron was enjoying the punishment his buns were absorbing so much that he didn't realize that he had given Cleve a very large hickey on the side of his neck, fortunately low enough that it would be hidden by his shirt collar. Ron allowed his hands to slid from Cleve's ass. He sent both of hands crashing into Cleve's buns they landed with enough force so as to leave two bright red hand prints, one on each cheek. Cleve wasn't used to having some beat on his ass at all, but for some reason Ron beating on his ass turned him on even more. Cleve doubled both the frequency and the force behind his open handed slaps, alternating rights and lefts as he beat a tatoo on Ron's ass.

Ron stopped sucking on Cleve's right ear, only to run his tongue under Cleve's chin and get a lip lock on his right ear, engulfing it with his hot salvia. Ron was still beating his own tatoo on Cleve's red hot butt as the juices began to flow from the head of his ramrod. Soon both of their _c_o_c_k_s were bathed with the warm lubrication of rich man juices as their shafts ground against the other. Cleve knew that he couldn't restrain his urges much longer as his balls began to churn and his sac began to contract. He quickly broke loose from Ron's grasp and threw him to mat face first and straddled Ron's legs. Cleve redoubled his attack on Ron's bubble butt, slamming his hands against the glowing mass of flesh. With each slap he dug his fingers into Ron's well massaged cheeks. With one last double slap Cleve's balls contracted violently and his _c_o_c_k_ erupted, spewing hot sticky cum the length of Ron's back, from his ass crack to the nape of his neck and splashing into his hair. As Cleve's cum was impacting his back, Ron let out a moan of relief as his balls slammed into crotch. The wad shot from his _c_o_c_k_ with such force that it almost bored a hole through the vinyl mat. Cleve pushed down on Ron's beaten butt and ground Ron's stiff _d_i_c_k_ into the huge puddle cum.

Cleve rolled Ron oven onto his back and lowered his body onto his little bother's. With Cleve on top they exchanged soft tender words and caressed each other's exhausted bodies while the fires that were lit continued to burn in their butts. It was warm in basement. Soon both of them were fast asleep, wrapped in each other's strong arms. Their bodies were drenched with sweat and cum, but neither of them noticed and anyway they would get cleaned up in the morning.