Note: Sometimes I worry that people will think I’m a total misogynist and transphobe from my writing. I hope you get this story is pure satire and I don’t take any of it seriously. Just sit back and enjoy the ride…

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• Day 1 – Scroll down!
• Day 14
• Day 28
• Day 2
• Day 3 through 13
• Day 21
• Day 22
• Day 28 at 7pm
• Day 28 at 11:30pm
• Day 29

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Day 1

Jake Puglia watched his friend, Hunter Ochoa, doing bicep curls. His big bro was seriously pumped, sporting really big arms and an impressive chest. By comparison, Jake was skinny and undefined even though he worked out every day, following basically the same routine as Hunter. How come, then, was Hunter so beefy while he was so still so scrawny? It was infuriating!

“Bro,” Hunter said, noticing his attention, “it ain’t nuthin’ special ‘bout me. I’m juss naturally big. You know my dad, right? He’s a fuckin’ beast! It’s genetic.”

Jake sighed, unconvinced. Hunter was always telling him this same thing. While it might be true that the ability to put on muscle was in part genetic, Hunter’s example didn’t hold water because Jake’s own father had been a total muscle beast before he died of a heart attack when Jake was six years old. In fact, Jake and Hunter’s dads had been bodybuilders, that was how they met and why he and Hunter had become friends. They’d grown up together, lifting bunny weights as toddlers while their dads hefted the massive chunks of metal. Bodybuilding was in their blood! So, how come he was so pathetic?

“You could do ‘roids,” Hunter suggested. “Juss a little here an’ there wouldn’t hurt too much.”

“No ‘roids!” Jake shouted. “I’ll never do ‘roids!” 

His other friends were really into steroids and they were wrecking their bodies. More than that, Jake had vowed never to take them because they were the reason behind his father’s premature death. His dad had done steroids and overtaxed his heart, leading to the heart attack that killed him. If he was going to get swole, he would do it without harming himself. 

He turned to Hunter, hands on his hips, “Would you do ‘roids if you were in place?”

“No, ‘course not!” Hunter laughed. “I ain’t stupid!”

Jake gave him the gimlet eyeball, feeling both hate and affection for his friend. Oh, how he longed to be Hunter! Everything came easy to the big jock. He had it all! He was handsome, muscular, lean, ripped and had the pick of all the pussy he could eat or fuck. Every night of the week, Hunter was fucking a new chick. He had them lined up! They didn’t even care that he was a manwhore. He was just that irresistible!

The only thing that Hunter lacked was brains; he was the quintessential dumb jock. Jake actually sometimes wished he was dumb as Hunter. It sure seemed like being dumb made life a lot easier. Hunter never anguished over anything. He’d just shrug his hulking shoulders and keep going, a dumb grin on his handsome if somewhat oafish face.

Hunter put down his weights and padded over to him, sitting down on the weight bench beside him. They were at the gym like always, lifting along with a bunch of their other friends. Jake and Hunter tended to keep to themselves, though, because they didn’t like the fact their buddies dosed themselves with ‘roids all the time. 

Jerking his chin at a group of guys across the room, Hunter said, “Look at them, bud. Why don’t ya go over an’ introduce yerself to ‘em? Those guys’re natural. Hundred percent.”

Jake followed his gaze and wrinkled his brow, “Really? You sure? They look pretty juiced to me.”

“Nah, I can guarantee ya they don’t juice.”

Jake narrowed his eyes, “How do you know?”

“‘Cuz they’re Zeta Iota Pi bros, that’s why!” When Jake merely stared at him uncomprehendingly, he explained, “Zeta House is a fraternity that believes in pure livin’. They dedicate themselves to hard work, eatin’ healthy an’ physical prowess.”

“Really?” Jake queried. “There’s a frat like that?”

“Yep,” Hunter reached out and mussed his hair. “They’re right across the street from my frat. They’re so pure they don’t even drink no alcohol! Dude, want me to introduce you to ‘em? It’s pledge time. I hear they’re lookin’ for new members!”

Jake pushed his hand away and straightened his hair, examining the group of incredibly beefy brutes. “I don’t know. You sure they don’t do ‘roids? I’ve never thought about joining a fraternity before.”

“I guarantee they’re a hundred percent natural!” Hunter insisted, clapping a heavy hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I mean, look at their shirts, bro!”

Just then, one of the big meatheads turned around and Jake saw that the word, ‘Natty,’ was stenciled in big letters across his shirt. Natties were guys who didn’t take steroids, he recalled. He stared at the guy, suspicious. How could he get that big without using steroids?

Before he knew what was happening, Hunter was steering him over to the group. While Jake stood there fish-mouthing, his buddy introduced him to the guys, saying, “This here’s Jakey. He wants to pledge. Take care of him, Ok?”

One of the big oxen folded his arms skeptically, surveying Jake’s puny physique. “I dunno,” he drawled. “You sure you got what it takes, bro? Being a Zeta ain’t for pussies!”

Bridling at his dismissive tone, Jake puffed out his chest, “I might be small but I’m not a pussy! I work my ass off every day!”

“Really?” The brute seemed unconvinced.

“I’ll vouch for him,” Hunter butted in. “I’ve known Jakey here forever an’ he’s the real deal. Plus, he’ll do anything to get bigger.” He pushed Jake forward, “Teach him. Ya won’t be disappointed!”

“Hey, I know you!” one of the giant guys rumbled, giving Hunter the once-over, “yer one of them Phi Alpha Gamma bros, ain’t ya?” When Hunter nodded, he grinned, “Well, Ok. If you say so, we’ll take him. He can pledge.”

“Yes!” Hunter and Jake cheered, pumping their fists. Jake couldn’t help feeling a little starstruck in the presence of such towering men stacked with giant muscles. Would he really grow as big as they were? And without steroids? It seemed like a dream come true!

“Thanks, guys!” Hunter called out. “Treat him nice, Ok? He’s my best bro in the whole world.” With that, he turned on his heels and stalked off, leaving Jake standing there frozen like a tiny ground squirrel amongst a herd of buffalo. He looked longingly at Hunter’s retreating back, feeling a lot less confident now that his friend was gone.

“Name’s Bradshaw,” one of the big guys said, sticking out a big mitt. He was blond and ridiculously built with a thick beard and sparkling blue eyes, “Nice to meet ya, Jakey.” He grinned proudly, “I’ll be yer sponsor. I’m gonna make a new person outta ya. You ready to become a Zeta?”

“Hell, yeah!” Jake replied, sounding more confident than he felt. He reached out and took Bradshaw’s giant hand and was promptly crushed by his sausage-like fingers. He withdrew his hand, shaking it painfully.

Bradshaw grinned, “I like yer spirit, Jakey. Now, c’mon! Let’s get started!”

And with that, Jake’s musclebound odyssey began.

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Day 14

A couple weeks went by and Jake was astounded by the progress he was making. Every muscle in his body was bigger. Noticeably bigger. Even Hunter could tell. 

His friend nodded his head appreciatively as he surveyed Jake’s shirtless body in the locker room. “Niiiiiiiice,” he drawled, patting him on the butt. “Lookin’ good, man. And so smooth, too! When’d ya start shaving yer chest, bro?” 

Jake lowered his head, “A couple weeks ago. Bradshaw recommended it. Said it’d make my muscles pop.” He looked to the side before confessing, “I actually had it removed permanently. Everywhere.”

Hunter’s eyes widened. “Everywhere? How? Laser treatments?” When Jake nodded sheepishly, he urged, “Well, don’t juss leave me hangin’, bro! Show me!”

“What?!” Jake squawked. “No way!”

“C’mon, bro,” Hunter chided. “We’re in the locker room. It’s totally fine to drop trou here. Do it!”

Jake hesitated but then ended up pulling down his shorts. He looked around self-consciously as he did so but there was no one around. 

Hunter did a double take when he saw Jake’s jockstrap, “Bro? What the fuck is that? A robo-jock?”

Jake shook his head, looking down at his metallic jockstrap. Shiny and silver, it did look pretty Space Age. “Nah, it’s a Zeta thing. Part of our induction. All us pledges gotta wear ‘em.”

Hunter studied the contraption, asking, “Is that a lock on it? Can’t ya take it off?”

“Not until our induction ceremony,” Jake explained, feeling increasingly weird being eyeballed by Hunter. He resisted the urge to cover himself. “I dunno why. It’s a thing, I guess.”

Hunter’s eyes were riveted on his locked crotch. “So, how do you pee, bro?”

Jake’s cheeks colored. “I just do and it, you know, trickles out.”

“Ewww! Really?” Hunter looked grossed out. “You pee like a girl? Fuck. How do you keep it clean?”

“It rinses out in the shower or when I take a bath,” Jake insisted, feeling defensive. “It’s no big deal, really.”

Hunter crossed his arms, “Huh. That’s weird. But I gotta admit it’s super cool looking.” He craned his neck to stare at Jake’s bare bottom, “Plus, it really makes yer ass look hot, bro!” Not content to leave it there, he cupped the pouch of his own jockstrap, teasing, “You look so hot yer short-circuitin’ my tiny pea brain, bro! I almost wanna fuck ya right here and now!” He reached out to grab him.

“Stop!” Jake protested, dancing away from his grasp. He looked around self-consciously, mortified at being overhead. “What’s wrong with you?”

He might be uncomfortable by Hunter’s salacious comments but he was totally eating up his bro’s attention. For as long as he could remember, he’d been overshadowed by the big guy. Friends since they were toddlers, they became close when they enrolled in the same kindergarten. Small and weak, Jake would have been bullied if not for Hunter. Whenever he needed him, Hunter was there, ready to kick the shit out of anyone who dared tease him. They remained inseparable throughout high school and purposely applied to the same university, celebrating when they both got accepted. Jake couldn’t imagine life without Hunter!

“Well?” Hunter prodded, changing the subject. “What yer secret? How’d ya gain so much muscle so fast without ‘roids?”

“A lot of hard work!” Jake said, shaking his head at the brutal memory of the past few weeks. “They kicked my ass! Plus, all I eat is chicken breast and broccoli. Every meal, every day.” He stuck out his tongue, “It’s gross but I love the results!”

“I can see that,” Hunter murmured, still examining Jake’s sizable booty. “Yer ass is prime, bro.” He kneaded his crotch again, “Seriously prime. And so fuckin’ smooth!”

When he reached out again to grab him again, Jake slapped his hand away. “Would you knock it off? Why’re you acting like this?”

“Smoooooooth,” Hunter grunted. “Me like. Me wanna touch. Me wanna fuck!” He crouched down, sloping his shoulders and furrowing his brow in a surprisingly good imitation of a gorilla. Brachiating toward Jake on his knuckles, he drooled profusely and generally acted like a total goon.

Jake threw up his hands, backing away. “Hunter, stop! Please! I’m serious!” He couldn’t resist laughing at his bro’s antics, though. Seeing Hunter acting like a sex-crazed simian was just too much! To forestall his friend’s advances, he stepped back into his shorts.

Once he was merely shirtless, Hunter straightened, thrusting his lower lip out into a pout. “I’m serious, too, bro,” he revealed. “I’d totally fuck ya. Juss lemme know when yer ready an’ my dick’s yers.” He glanced down at the cup of his jock and Jake flushed hot when he saw the outline of his bro’s circumcised erection protruding against the mesh of the pouch. “I don’t know what it is ‘bout seeing ya like this but it’s makin’ me super horny.” He reached out and ran his hand down Jake’s pumped arm, praising, “Yer skin, bro! Fuck, yer skin is so smooth and shiny and soft! Can I? Can I fuck ya?” Hunter fixed him with his wide, brown eyes. Brown eyes that were filled with hunger…

Jake was overwhelmed. He wanted to believe Hunter was making fun of him but his friend never played mind games. He wasn’t smart enough for that! This was one of the many reasons that Jake liked him: Hunter was just Hunter, never more and never less. You always knew you were getting the genuine article, free of any trace of bullshit.

“I-I-I, I mean, I don’t know,” he stammered, resisting the urge to back away.

What could he say? The idea of Hunter being attracted to him was completely novel. Further, he knew he needed to pick his words carefully or he’d ruin their friendship. If he rejected him outright, Hunter might take it the wrong way and be hurt. But if he responded too positively, he might find himself in over his head. 

He’d honestly never considered being with Hunter in that way. And, now that Hunter had communicated his attraction, he wasn’t altogether convinced he didn’t want the same thing. Certainly, he could feel the stirrings of desire in his own jockstrap. He’d always admired and envied his bro for his big muscles. And, of course, he loved him as a friend. It wasn’t much of a leap from affection to attraction. 

He punted.

“Look, Hunter,” he said gently. “Let’s wait until after the induction ceremony in a couple weeks, Ok? I’ve gotta keep my head in the game right now and,” he gestured down to his locked jockstrap, “I’m like this for a reason. All of us pledges are locked up to keep us from masturbating or having sex. It’s the rules of the fraternity. They say it helps us stay focused.”

“Ya don’t need to be unlocked for me to fuck ya,” Hunter pointed out. “Long as yer hole’s free. I could do it right now if ya wanted! I promise you’ll feel things you’ve never felt before…”

“No!” Jake replied a little too forcibly. “I’m not ready for that!” He softened, though, at the hurt look in Hunter’s eyes, “Let’s wait until I’m unlocked.”

“Will ya do it then? Will ya lemme fuck ya?” Hunter’s broad face was open, his lips slightly parted. His honey-colored eyes were both soft and eager.

“I’m not saying no,” Jake said, unable to believe he’d just uttered the words. “I’m sayin’ maybe. C’mon, bro! Gimme a break! It’s a lot to process. I had no idea you were–”

“A fag?” Hunter finished for him, laughing. “I don’t know if I am. Maybe bi like my ol’ man?” He scratched his balls thoughtfully. “I look at it this way: I like you a lot. I always have. An’ I find ya incredibly hot. Hotter now that yer so smooth and buff.” He petted Jake’s arm again, mesmerized by his shiny, vascular, supple skin. “If that means I’m bi or gay or queer or whatever, then so be it.”

“Wow. You make it sound so normal.”

Hunter arched a thick eyebrow, “Maybe ‘cuz it is, bro? Ain’t nuthin’ not normal ‘bout bein’ a faggot.”

Jake swallowed, unable to tear his eyes off of Hunter’s blunt erection still pushing luridly out from his jockstrap. His bro might not have the biggest dick in the world but it sure was thick! What would it feel like…? He clenched his buttocks at the thought of opening his hole to Hunter and allowing himself to get fucked. No! If anything, he should be the one fucking Hunter!

He shook his head at himself, feeling a bit better now that he’d cleared this up. If being a fag meant taking it up the ass, then he was out…or, to rephrase that, he wasn’t out; he was straight and proud. However, if being a fag meant fucking Hunter, then he was in. Or, rather, he was out. As in out of the closet. Yeah, that was it! He’d gladly embrace his own fagdom as long as Hunter promised to douche before they engaged in any hanky panky of the anal variety. Once he’d been unlocked, of course!

Realizing he was leaving Hunter hanging, he admitted, “I feel the same way about you, bro. I really do.” He paused, holding up his hands. “But let’s wait and see, Ok? I need time to wrap my brain around it.”

Hunter shrugged, “Sure thing, boss! Offer’s always there. Juss lemme know when yer ready an’ I’ll boldly go where no man has gone before.” He held up his finger in warning, “At least I hope no man has gone there yet! I really wanna be yer first, Ok? I wanna be the one to take yer virginity.”

Jake’s heart was pounding and he was flushed scarlet. Of course, Hunter knew he was still a virgin! They’ve been together forever and kept no secrets. Still, he felt embarrassed, mostly because he was already twenty years old and had never so much as kissed a girl…or a guy, for that matter. God, he felt like such a loser compared to Hunter!

He sighed, looking down at his decidedly pumped physique, thinking that maybe his luck was about to change. Maybe now he’d finally know what it was like to be a real man?

***

Day 28

Eddie Ochoa had just tucked his youngest son, Conor, into bed when the doorbell app on his phone chimed. Curious who might be coming by at that time of night, he opened the Ring app and did a double take when he saw the very large, very imposing man standing on his doorstep. Somewhat ominously, the stranger was wearing a hooded sweatshirt so he couldn’t see his face. 

At first, he thought it might be his middle son, Hunter, but then decided against it. Why would Hunter ring the doorbell? He’d just come right in. He debated what to do but finally decided to answer the door. The guy might be big but Eddie was big, too. And, besides, there was something about the man’s demeanor that indicated he wasn’t a threat. Setting aside his fears, he answered the door and was surprised when he realized that it was Hunter’s best friend, Jake Puglia, standing outside.

“Jake?” he queried, looking the kid up and down. “Jesus! What happened to you? You’re so big!”

Strangely, Jake flinched and hunched his enormous shoulders at these words. Even though he was wearing a hoodie stretched precariously across his giant frame, it couldn’t hide the fact that he didn’t have a neck any longer. Or maybe that wasn’t quite accurate? Jake had a neck but it was a total bull neck. His head was almost swallowed by his huge traps.

“Uh, is Hunter around?” Jake rumbled, his voice deeper by a couple of octaves.

“No, he’s not here,” Eddie replied, still shaking his head in disbelief.

He couldn’t believe this was the same tall, gangly Jake Puglia he’d seen only a couple months before. How the hell had the kid grown so big so fast unless…it was ‘roids? But, no, Eddie knew Jake. The kid had a good head on his (hulking) shoulders and would never resort to dangerous drugs to make himself bigger. But, if it hadn’t been steroids, what was it?

Jake was getting fidgety, “Do you, uh, know where he is?”

“If he’s not at college, then I don’t know where he is,” Eddie confessed. “Are you saying he disappeared?” Jake and Hunter were roommates which meant that, if Jake didn’t know where Hunter was, it could mean that Hunter was in trouble. He felt his pulse begin to pound as he asked, “Should we call the police?”

Jake held up his giant hands, placating, “Nah, Mr. Ochoa. I’m sure he’s Ok. It’s juss he hasn’t replied to any of my texts and my calls go to voicemail. I thought, ya know, maybe he came home for the night.”

“How long since you last saw him?” Eddie pressed, still anxious.

Jake lowered his head, admitting sheepishly, “A couple hours ago.”

“What?! Only two hours ago?” Eddie put his hands on his hips. “Jesus, Jake! You had me all worked up there! What’s wrong with you? You know Hunter as well as I do. It’s a Saturday night and he’s got, I don’t know, a dozen girlfriends? Two dozen? He’s probably out, um, having fun!” Eddie didn’t know whether to be proud or envious that his son was such a huge slut. If only he had half as much luck with the ladies or the guys…

Jake dragged his foot across the welcome mat on the front porch. He looked completely dejected as he admitted, “I know but, uh, it’s juss that something bad happened and I need to see him!”

Eddie realized that Jake was shivering and invited him into the house. Ushering him in and closing the door, he offered, “I can look at my phone if you like. It’ll show me where he is right now…unless he’s turned off tracking.”

Jake brightened and, reaching up, lowered his hood. His thick, brown hair was sticking up in the worst case of bed head that Eddie had ever seen. He looked really freaked out, too. His eyebrows were drawn together over his green-flecked eyes and his face was pale. Eddie wondered what was going on with the kid. This wasn’t like Jake at all!

“Just a sec,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening the tracking app. After a few seconds, icons with the faces of all three of his older sons appeared on the screen. His oldest, Ciaran, was at home in Lafayette. His second oldest, Luke, was still at work in Joliet and Hunter was…

“It says he’s at his frat house,” Eddie said. “Oh, wait. No, he’s at the house across the street. The Zeta Iota Pi frat house.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jake said, heaving a sigh of relief. “I forgot he was goin’ to a party there tonight.”

His explanation sounded plausible but something didn’t quite add up. Eddie knew Jake well enough to know when he was lying. Placing a hand on Jake’s incredibly mounded shoulder, he squeezed, “Jake, lemme get this straight. You said you last talked to Hunter two hours ago. It’s a two-hour drive here. Be honest with me. Why’re you–?”

Before he could even finish, Jake started bawling. Eddie stared in consternation as the kid’s face twisted up and his eyes squeezed shut. It wasn’t enough to hold back the tears, though. Soon, he was overwhelmed by the flood of tears that poured down his cheeks. And then he held his face in his hands and let out a long, low, awful howl of utter despair.

Eddie had only heard such a cry once before. It was almost the same sound that his oldest son, Ciaran, had made when he broke his leg at football practice. No parent ever wanted to hear their child make such a sound and, even though Jake wasn’t his biological child, Eddie was a father through and through. That terrible howl twisted his heart so hard it hurt.

He didn’t think, he just enfolded Jake in his arms and hugged him tightly. After stiffening for a moment, Jake gave in and returned the hug and then some. In fact, he clung to Eddie so tightly it was almost hard to breathe. Eddie didn’t chide him to relent, though. He just let Jake cry until his eyes ran dry.

Once the torrent of grief had abated, Jake sniffled, “Sorry, Mr. Ochoa. I guess, I-I-I guess I need a dad right now.”

Eddie was touched. Since Jake’s father, Toby, died fifteen years ago, he’d been the de facto father for the kid. Jake’s mother never remarried and he had three sisters which meant there was a serious lack of male energy in his household. Jake had ended up spending most of the time over at Eddie’s house where he’d play with Hunter for hours on end. Most of the time, he’d spend the night there, too, curled up next to Hunter on his little bed. The two boys had always been so close, it reminded Eddie of him and Toby.

“Why don’t we go into the living room,” Eddie invited. “Can I get you anything? You must be hungry.”

“Nah, I’m fine.” 

Jake’s voice was so deep it reminded Eddie of Toby’s. In fact, Jake–in his vastly bulked-up condition–now looked so much like Toby it was spooky. When the boy turned and fixed him with his green-flecked gaze, it was like he was staring at his father twenty-five years ago. Eddie had to steady himself on the edge of the sofa to keep his balance.

Oblivious to Eddie’s reverie, Jake looked around the messy living room. Eddie felt self-conscious because he hadn’t picked up Conor’s coloring books after sending his son to bed. They were lying strewn across the floor, the boy’s new set of day-glo magic markers rolling around underfoot. Jake seemed not to notice the mess and instead rumbled, “Where’s Mrs. Ochoa?”

“Julie’s gone,” Eddie said flatly. “She moved out a few weeks ago. We split up, Jake. It’s just Conor and me now.” Julie was Eddie’s second wife after Cindy who was the mother of his oldest three sons.

“Sorry to hear that.” Jake turned to him, hesitant to sit down. “You sure it’s Ok for me to be here?”

Eddie laughed, “Of course! Why would you even ask that? Go on! Sit down!”

Jake still hesitated. It was funny how such a big young man could suddenly become so childlike. After debating for a long time, he finally managed to stammer, “C-c-c-can I, um, y-y-you know, maybe sit in yer lap?” His deep voice was querulous, both endearing and concerning at the same time and he wouldn’t meet Eddie’s gaze. “I-I-I mean, I really want you to hold me like you used to. Like when I was a kid.”

Eddie schooled his features to hide his perplexity. Why was Jake regressing like this? It was worrisome because he was normally so grown up, especially compared to Hunter. Eddie contemplated telling him that he was far too big to sit in his lap but instead sat down in the easy chair next to the fireplace and patted his lap. Jake hesitated, no doubt realizing how weird it was for a grown man to sit on another man’s lap, but his abject need outweighed his pride. After a few moments, he folded himself on top of him, doing a surprisingly good job of curling up like a little boy. But, man, was he heavy! And bulky, too! It was a good thing that Eddie was such a bruiser himself or Jake would have crushed him.

He sat there, cradling the huge kid in his arms, trying not to feel awkward. Jake nuzzled against his chest, nosing around in the dense hairs that curled out from under Eddie’s collar. “You smell good,” he murmured. “Juss like I remember.”

Eddie chuckled nervously, patting Jake’s shoulder. It was true that Jake used to sit on his lap a lot as a child, especially after Toby died. Sometimes, he’d hold both Hunter and Jake together. The thought of doing so now, though, made him stifle a laugh. 

“Jake,” he began carefully, trying to ignore how big and soft the boy’s huge buttocks were and that they were pressing insistently into his groin. “Why don’t you tell me–?”

“Hey!” Jake interrupted, reaching out to grab a photo album off the shelf next to them. “I haven’t seen this in years! So cool!”

Eddie looked at the album, realizing it contained old photos of him and Toby when they’d been competitive bodybuilders. Before he could say anything, Jake had opened it and was flipping through the yellowing pictures. “Don’t you have these digitized?” he asked, concerned. “I’d hate to lose ‘em to age.”

“Yes, I have the originals in digital form.” Eddie gazed down at the page. Jake had stopped at one where he and Toby were flexing together, wearing only the tiniest posing straps. His cheeks colored the longer Jake studied the photo. Finally, he said, “Uh, yeah, that’s from after the national competition that Toby won. See the trophy? He was so happy!”

Jake’s brow was furrowed and his mouth was hanging open. Finally, he sputtered, “A mullet?! My dad had a mullet?!”

“Mullets have always been popular with a particular kind of bodybuilder,” Eddie observed, remembering teasing Toby mercilessly for sporting one. “Your dad liked it. Thought it made him look butch.” He smiled, “I guess in a way it did. I hear they’re back in fashion again. You should get one!”

“Ugh! No way!” Jake involuntarily raised his hand to protect his thick, unruly hair. He kept his hair short but it was so dense it was almost impossible to tame no matter how short it was. The thought of Jake with a mullet made Eddie grin.

The kid’s eyes were back on him again. “Why didn’t you win, too?” he asked. “You were big, too. Almost as big as him!”

“I never won anything,” Eddie conceded. “It was always your dad who placed.”

“Why?”

Eddie smiled sadly, “You know why, Jake.”

“Because…?”

“…because I didn’t take steroids,” Eddie finished. “I could never get as big as him even if I trained all the time.”

Jake lowered his head. Eddie was worried he was going to start crying again but he didn’t. After being silent for a while, he lifted his chin and once again stared into Eddie’s eyes. “Did you and my dad, you know, go out?”

Eddie blinked. It was no secret that he was bi but he’d thought he and Toby had done a pretty good job of hiding their relationship from their wives and children. Mindful of Jake’s eyes riveted on his face, he cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, you could put it that way, I guess.”

“Did you have sex?”

Eddie cleared his throat again, feeling his cheeks color beneath his close-cropped beard, “Uh, yeah.”

Jake had been holding his breath but exhaled at these words, looking oddly relieved. “Good,” he said. “I’m glad. You loved him, didn’t you?”

“More than anyone else in the world,” Eddie revealed almost without thinking. “He was the love of my life.”

When he looked back at Jake, there were tears in his eyes again but this time his face was open, vulnerable. His eyes were round and innocent. Eddie was blinking back tears of his own. Toby’s death had utterly broken him but he’d been a dad of three boys and was married to Cindy at the time. He had to conceal his grief from his family…and from Toby’s family. He’d thought that as far as everyone knew, he and Toby had only been good buddies.

“Who was on top?”

Eddie blinked, taken aback. “I beg your pardon?”

Jake acted chagrined but he nonetheless clarified somewhat unnecessarily, “I mean, when you fucked?”

“Jake, that’s–”

“I really gotta know, Mr. Ochoa!” Jake pleaded, growing tense in his arms. “Please tell me!” When Eddie remained silent, he stated, “It was you, wasn’t it? You were always on top.” Eddie neither confirmed nor denied this but Jake took his silence as an affirmative, continuing, “I knew it had to be you ‘cuz Hunter’s always sayin’ how he inherited yer big dick. And I know I got my dad’s–” He choked off, unable to complete the sentence.

Eddie was in a state of shock. This evening certainly had taken a completely bizarre and unexpected turn with Jake’s arrival on his doorstep. Having the boy cry and ask to sit on his lap was strange enough but now this? He didn’t feel comfortable sharing any details of his intimate relationship with Toby. Anything he might say would be downright creepy!

The parade of uncomfortable questions continued. “How did the ‘roids affect him?” Jake pressed. “I mean, did he have any…uh, side effects?”

“Um, well, of course he had side effects,” Eddie said, playing it safe. “The usual ones. You know, like acne and, um, breast tissue development.”

“You mean bitch tits? My dad had bitch tits?” Jake’s eyes were boring into his. “What else?”

Eddie sighed, “Jake, why do you keep asking questions about Toby’s steroid use. Are you sure you–?”

“No,” Jake stated flatly. “I’d never take ‘roids! Never!”

 “Then why–?”

Jake shook his head. “I’m not gonna tell you! Just answer my questions, Ok? It’s real important you tell me everything!”

“Ok.”

“So,” Jake continued, “what else? What other side effects? Did his dick shrink? How ‘bout his balls? Could he still get hard?”

Eddie sat there, frozen. What should he say? Finally, he shrugged and threw caution to the wind. If Jake was hellbent on hearing the truth, he’d give it to him! “Yes, his testicles shrank. No, his penis didn’t but he, uh, was small down there to begin with so, when his balls atrophied, he looked even smaller. And, yes, he had erectile dysfunction. At the end, he couldn’t get hard at all. It was…difficult for him to handle.”

“I’ll bet.” Jake was quiet for a long time, processing this information. Finally, he said, “You made it work, though, right? The two of you still had fun? In bed, I mean.”

Eddie winced. He was sweating and not just from Jake’s big, warm body smothering his own. He’d never been grilled like this before, not even after Cindy caught him cheating on her with Ciaran’s high school gym teacher. Choosing his words carefully, he said, “Yes, we made it…work. Turns out a guy doesn’t need to get an erection to cum. When Toby found that out, it was a huge relief.”

Jake seemed satisfied, even relieved, by this answer. Smiling wryly, he said, “One last question: Do I remind you of him?”

Now that was an easy one! Eddie nodded, “You do. More than ever now that you’re so big.”

Eddie kicked himself for mentioning Jake’s increased bulk because as soon as he said it, Jake’s face scrunched up again. His eyebrows drew together as he struggled to get himself under control. He couldn’t, though, and ended up wailing pathetically,  “D-D-Dad? I mean, Mr. Ochoa?”

Eddie smiled, “Dad works, Jake. I’d be honored if you called me that.”

Jake nodded, tears threatening to fall from his long eyelashes. “Thanks, Dad.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “I did something really dumb, Dad. I mean, really, really, really fuckin’ stupid.”

“Was it steroids?” Eddie probed, acting on instinct. Despite Jake’s adamant denial, steroids were still the most obvious explanation behind his miraculous transformation into a muscular behemoth…and they would also explain why he was acting like this. Toby had taken ‘roids and died because of it. If Jake had also started taking them–

He was certain that Jake would finally admit to using ‘roids but instead the boy wailed, “No, not ‘roids. IT’S EVEN WORSE!” His lower lip was trembling, reminding Eddie of when he was a little kid. As a child, Jake’s lip would poke out and he’d try to suck in but then it would pop back out again; he could never hide his feelings.

“What’s worse than ‘roids?” Eddie probed. “Can you tell me?” He squeezed Jake affectionately. “You’re still alive and you look pretty healthy. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Jake searched his face for a long time before saying, “It’ll be easier if I show you. Can I, um, use yer bathroom?”

Perplexed, Eddie nodded. “Sure. Go right ahead.”

“Thanks!” Jake peeled himself out of Eddie’s arms and lurched across the room, disappearing into the bathroom a moment later. 

Eddie watched him go, thoroughly mystified. What the heck was going on? He’d never seen him like this before. In a moment of clarity, he pulled out his phone and texted Hunter: >>Jake is here. Can you come home? He needs you.<< He didn’t know why but he was certain Jake needed Hunter more than anyone right now.

A couple minutes ticked past and then the bathroom door opened and Jake emerged completely naked, save for an almost microscopic, neon yellow posing strap that was so sheer and translucent it looked like it had been painted on. Eddie’s mouth fell open as he stared at the boy, feeling like he was seeing the ghost of Toby. 

Jake looked amazing. Beyond amazing, actually. His towering frame was stacked with muscles without a trace of fat under his flawless, smooth skin. Further, his pumped flesh was heavy with the vascularization that was prized by bodybuilders. Spidery veins crawled around his bulging muscles, drawing even more attention to their enormous size. 

With wide shoulders rounded out by deltoids the size of bowling balls and pecs that jutted out like a ripe pair of hooters, Jake’s body was both extremely masculine and also somehow oddly feminine. Yeah, he was both rugged and soft at the same time. His nipples were swollen but not like bitch tits. Still, they were plenty juicy and drew one’s attention to his round, heavy pectorals. His hips were narrow and his stomach was striated with abs but he didn’t possess a telltale ‘roid gut. 

And his little bulge…

Jake hadn’t lied when he said he took after his father down there. The pouch of that posing strap was almost completely flat, just like Toby’s had been. (As he’d told Jake, Toby’s bulge got even smaller after he did ‘roids. Eddie had always thought it was a miracle he’d managed to father children with a baby dick and nuts the size of cherry pits.)

With a body this beautiful, Jake should have been grinning from ear to ear. But he wasn’t. If anything, he looked completely miserable. It didn’t make sense. When Toby was Jake’s age, his ego had been just as pumped as his overblown physique, something that detracted from his otherwise pleasant personality. And now Jake had a perfect body, one that his father could only dream about, and he seemed so unhappy. Something was very wrong.

When Jake turned around, Eddie’s crotch throbbed involuntarily. This was yet another way that Jake took after his father. Both dad and son had the biggest, jiggliest buttocks known to man…or even woman. Eddie’s cheeks colored when he remembered fucking Toby’s ass. It was pure heaven! He’d grab him by the mullet, yanking his head back and fucking that overly ripe booty while Toby grunted and moaned like a total slutty bitch. Fuck, it had been hot! Afterwards, Toby would always complain that he’d wrecked his hole but that never stopped him from coming back for another ride. The memory of fucking the big, juicy ass still kept Eddie warm on those long winter nights…

Like Toby’s, Jake’s ass was beyond succulent! The translucent string of his posing strap disappeared into the deep cleft of his gorgeous melons. His somber mood lifted somewhat as he looked over his shoulder and winked mischievously, wiggling his butt. Eddie flushed a deeper shade of red and wanted to look away but Jake was clearly doing this for his benefit. How did he know Eddie was an ass-man, through and through? 

Why Jake was doing this was anyone’s guess but Eddie decided to indulge the boy…plus, he couldn’t deny he was enjoying the show. 

Jake struck a series of increasingly provocative poses, even squatting down at one point so low that Eddie was convinced the lad was about to show him his hole but, at the last moment, Jake clenched his beefy buttocks, depriving Eddie of the money shot. The fucking tease! Oh, how he would have enjoyed seeing that tender, hairless boy-hole bisected by the slender thread of that strap!

Alas! All good things come to an end. After about ten minutes, the show had gone on long enough. Eddie was sporting a major boner and his pulse was racing. Seeing Jake looking so much like his father (without the mullet, of course) was driving him crazy. Averting his gaze, he gasped, “Alright, Jake. That’s enough. Take that thing off and get dressed!”

“Take it off, huh?” Jake replied. “Ok.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped open and he braced, expecting that Jake was going to strip completely naked right there. Instead, the boy did something unexpected. He spit into his hand and started wiping at the posing strap. As Eddie stared in utter confusion, the strap began to dissolve. Jake kept going, rubbing his hand up and down over his crotch. When he lifted it away, the yellow was completely gone and the posing strap was now nude-colored. It matched Jake’s rich caramel skin tone so well that he looked like a Ken Doll. It was even shiny like the rest of his skin, almost like it was made out of rubber or silicone. Eddie had never heard of a posing strap that changed colors when you spit on it. What a neat trick!

“Well?” Jake prompted. “What do you think?”

Eddie cleared his throat. “I think you have a career as a performer ahead of you, if nothing else. Jake, that was a really good show!”

“A show?” Jake repeated, lifting his gaze away from his shiny crotch. “You think this is a show?” His eyes were blazing. As Eddie watched, all traces of pride disappeared from the boy’s face to be placed by…what? Self-recrimination? Self-disgust? Self-anger? Whatever the emotions that flashed across his handsome face, they were not aimed at Eddie, though. No, it was clear they were aimed back at himself.

“Jake,” Eddie coaxed. “Fill me in here. I’m clueless. What is going on? If you didn’t just do this to show off your new physique, then why?”

Jake sighed heavily and padded across the room to stand before him. Placing his hands on his hips, he lowered his head, zeroing in on his crotch. “Look at me, Dad. I mean, really look at me. See what I did? See? See?!” His voice broke as he cried, “I fuckin’ destroyed myself! What the fuck did I do? Oh, fuck, Dad! What did I do?!”

Eddie stared up at him helplessly, unable to figure out what was going on. As he gaped, Jake let something fall from his hand. It landed on the wood floor with a loud clatter and then rolled away. Looking down, he saw it was one of Conor’s day-glo markers, the neon yellow one. Why did Jake have one of Conor’s markers?

Then it hit him.

He looked from the marker up to Jake’s crotch. The posing strap had originally been the same color as the marker, neon yellow. And now that strap was flesh-colored. Had Jake colored the posing strap with the marker or…wait.

“No,” he pronounced, tearing his gaze away from Jake’s smooth, shiny crotch.

“Yeah,” Jake stated, gritting his teeth.

The color drained from Eddie’s face as he finally understood the cause of Jake’s strangely emotional behavior. The posing strap hadn’t just looked like it was painted on…it really had been painted on.

Jake Puglia’s crotch was completely empty. All he had was a smooth, rounded mound down there.

He wasn’t just wearing a strap that made him look like a Ken Doll.

He really was a Ken Doll.

***

Day 2

After taking Jake to the laser hair removal clinic, Bradshaw brought him to the Zeta Iota Pi frat house. Jake kept scratching at himself, not entirely on board with losing all of his body hair forever. He felt (and looked) like a prepubescent boy! As he entered through the wide front door, though, the exorbitant splendor of the frat house was enough to distract him from the misery of losing his precious hair.

The place was stunning and modern, not at all like Hunter’s grungy frat pad across the street. No, the Zeta frat was pristine, having just been renovated, its interior completely white. As in really white. Everything was white from floor to ceiling and quite palatial. Jake walked through it in awe.

“The Zeta way is the way of purity,” Bradshaw explained. “We eat only organic foods. We bathe three times a day and we keep our minds centered with meditation.” He turned and looked over at Jake, “If you can’t do those things, then you’ll want to join a different frat.”

“No!” Jake squeaked eagerly. “That sounds great! I love it! I wanna be a Zeta!”

Bradshaw laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, praising, “Good boy, Jakey. I had a feelin’ you were one of us as soon as I saw ya.” He sighed, looking off into space, “You know I was yer exact size only a year ago. Now look at me!” He flexed one of his huge guns, grinning, “That’s the Zeta difference!”

“You were…like me?” Jake was in awe. “Really?”

“Sure, bro.” Bradshaw pulled out his phone, “Look? See the timestamp? That’s me a year ago to the day!”

Jake’s eyebrows shot up. He barely recognized Bradshaw in the photo. The dude was barely more than skin and bones, a total scarecrow. He looked from the phone to Bradshaw and back again, amazed. The Bradshaw of today was loaded down with huge muscles, a total god in comparison to the skinny wimp of a year ago. He was big, brawny and handsome, radiating a serene calmness as he regarded Jake with his steady gaze. 

Jake couldn’t help feeling a little awestruck and lowered his eyes, smiling shyly. “Y-Y-You look amazing,” he stammered, tonguetied in the face of such potent male beauty.

Bradshaw grabbed him around in the neck in an affectionate headlock, “Trust me, bro. I’m gonna make a whole new person outta ya! The first step was gettin’ rid of that nasty body hair. Now it’s time for yer initiation.” He released Jake from his grip and motioned for him to follow, “C’mon. I’ll take ya downstairs where we have a spa.”

“A spa?” Jake repeated. “You guys have a spa?”

“‘Course, bro!” Bradshaw replied, grinning. “We gotta take care of our bodies after workin’ out so hard. What’s better than hangin’ out in a spa?”

They walked down a long hallway, past a large great room where a bunch of white-clad frat brothers were lounging on luxurious, white leather sofas with their newly initiated pledges. Like Jake and Bradshaw, each brother was paired with an initiate. The other pledges–all just as skinny and scrawny as Jake–looked up and waved as they walked past. Their faces were eager, proud and expectant, much like Jake’s. He noticed they were all wearing white bathrobes and sitting attentively next to their sponsors. 

“There’ll be time for introductions later,” Bradshaw said, steering Jake past the room. “First things first. We gotta get ya prepped.”

He opened a door on the left and ushered him inside. Peering through, Jake saw a flight of stairs leading down a level. He hesitated only a moment before entering, walking down a wide flight of marble steps and into a spacious massage area. A Zen fountain trickled in the corner and a myriad of ferns draped overhead. In the center was a padded table.

“Go on,” Bradshaw urged. “Get undressed. I’m gonna get yer new uniform.” He turned and rummaged through a little chest of drawers beside the table, eventually extracting a shiny silver garment that he offered to him. “Put it on, Jake. Yer gonna wear this until yer induction next month.”

Jake stared at the strange item, realizing it was a futuristic-looking jockstrap. Made of steel mesh and a shiny, hard pouch with a keyhole on the front, it was both kind of cool and intimidating at the same time.

“Is that a…chastity belt?!” he asked. When Bradshaw nodded, he swallowed, “I have to wear this? Really?” His tongue was thick in his throat. “For a whole month?”

Bradshaw nodded again, handing it over to him. “Yep, and once ya put it on, I’m gonna lock it with this.” He held up a silver key. “You won’t be able to take it off again until after the induction ceremony. Don’t worry, though. It’s got plenty of air holes so you can still pee. Just make sure to shower or bathe regularly and it’ll stay clean inside.”

Jake hefted the jockstrap in his hands. It was heavy! “I don’t know,” he said, his skin prickling. He’d heard that frats had some strange hazing rituals but he had never expected this! “Why do I have to?”

Bradshaw shrugged, “It’s tradition, goin’ back to the very beginning. We all go through it, Jake. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. It’s actually real comfortable.”

Still hesitating, Jake demanded, “But…why? What’s the point?”

Bradshaw sighed, “I tole ya that us Zetas’re all ‘bout purity and strength of purpose, right? Well, this here’ll keep ya focused.” He clapped his hand on Jake’s shoulder, asking, “How many times do you do it every day, Jake?”

“Do what?”

Bradshaw winked, “You know, masturbate?”

“I–I mean, I–I–,” he stammered. “I mean, every now and then.”

“And what about sex?” Bradshaw pressed. “How often?”

Jake dragged his foot across the floor, lying, “A few times a week, sometimes more.” His cheeks colored; he was convinced Bradshaw could tell he was lying but the big guy seemed to take him at his word.

“Every time you give into desire, you lose focus,” Bradshaw explained. “Once you put this baby on, all distractions’ll be gone and you’ll be able to dedicate one hundred percent of yer energy toward one goal and only one goal: Gettin’ swole! No distractions! No messes to clean up! Just you and yer body, workin’ hard. That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, bro. Now put it on!”

Jake swallowed. What Bradshaw said made some sense, although he couldn’t believe masturbation was the reason he’d failed to gain any muscle mass. Still, he reasoned, the locked jock wasn’t just about focus, it was also about discipline. Was that so bad? It actually seemed pretty healthy when he looked at it that way.

Further, he understood that, by being initiated into the Zeta fraternity, he was committing to its tenets and agreeing to live by its rules. Obviously, these rules were effective because Bradshaw was living proof! Jake had seen how much he’d changed in just one year. If he could achieve even half of Bradshaw’s results, he’d be a very happy man!

He nodded and Bradshaw politely turned his back while Jake stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the jockstrap. The metal was cold against his naked flesh but its heavy weight was also soothing. It kind of made him feel badass!

“Ex-cel-lent,” Bradshaw drawled, turning back to face him. “Now, I’m juss gonna lock it.” He knelt down and looked up at Jake, instructing, “It’ll pinch a little but it ain’t nuthin’ to worry ‘bout. Juss relax.” With that, he inserted the key in the lock on the front of the metallic pouch and twisted. There was a click and then–

“OUCH! MOTHERFUCKER THAT HURTS!!!” Jake cried, clawing at the jock and trying ineffectually to remove it. 

Bradshaw caught his hands and held them, soothing, “Shhh, it’s Ok. That’s it. See? It’s already better, right?”

Jake gasped for air, feeling like his poor crotch was on fire but then, just like that, the pain was gone and he felt fine. Panting, he sulked, “That was more than a pinch, dude! That’s fuckin’ hurt like fuck!”

“My bad,” Bradshaw replied, shrugging his massive shoulders. “Now hop up on the table. I’m gonna give ya the best massage of yer life. It’s a little sumthin’ all of us brothers do for our pledges. You’ll forget ‘bout everythin’ else once I start rubbin’ this here oil into yer skin.” He held up a bottle of massage oil and lifted his eyebrows, waiting for Jake to comply.

Cupping the metal pouch of the locked jock in his hand, Jake winced as the last of the pain subsided and then he gamely climbed up on the table. It felt pretty weird getting a massage by another guy when he was wearing only a jock but Bradshaw quickly put him at ease. Smiling down at him fondly, he rubbed the oil into his hands and lowered them onto Jake’s chest, smoothing them over his freshly-hairless skin and pushing down on his pecs.

“Ahhhh,” Jake sighed. “That’s fuckin’ amazin’, bro!”

Bradshaw laughed, “Ikr? I’m the best. Juss close yer eyes and lemme do my magic.”

He didn’t need to ask twice. Jake could already feel his eyelids growing heavier as Bradshaw’s firm and confident hands slipped and slid over his sore muscles. In a few minutes, he’d drifted into a soporific daze and was aware only of the big man’s hands moving slowly down his body.

As he drifted to sleep, he could have sworn that Bradshaw unlocked his jock again, causing it to fall away like a clamshell. Jake stirred, moaning slightly, but was too out of it to open his eyes. He sighed as he felt cool air caress his privates. Bradshaw lifted something up off of his crotch and wiped him off before locking up the jock again. This time, though, there was no pain when the lock snapped close. Jake smiled lazily and fell fast asleep. The next time he awoke, he was sitting on a reclining chair wearing a thick, white terrycloth bathrobe like he’d seen the other pledges wearing in the great room. 

“Yer awake!” Bradshaw called out. “Congratulations! You’re our newest initiate!” The big man was reclining next to him, dressed in a matching bathrobe. “How do you feel?”

Jake grinned, “Fuckin’ awesome, man! Fuck, I’ve never felt better! That was the best massage of my fuckn’ life!”

Bradshaw grinned, “Tole ya I’d make a whole new person outta ya and I didn’t lie.”

***

Day 3 through Day 13

Jake awoke in Bradshaw’s bed the next morning. He was nestled up against the big man’s muscular bulk and Bradshaw’s arm was slung protectively over him. He lay there, pinching himself. Everything was happening so fast but he couldn’t deny he loved being close to his frat sponsor. Bradshaw had told him that the bond an initiate shared with his sponsor was a close one and they would be friends for the rest of their lives. He sighed contentedly, wiggling closer.

A few minutes later, Bradshaw awoke. “Mornin’, Jakey. How ya doin’?” He stretched and yawned, planting a soft kiss on the back of Jake’s neck. “Yer awful cute when ya wake up!”

Jake flushed, turning to gaze into Bradshaw’s eyes. God, could the man be any more attractive? His heart thumped with pride when he realized he’d landed Zeta’s hottest frat as his personal sponsor. It was like a dream come true!

“It’s Sunday,” Bradshaw continued. “We’ll enjoy breakfast with my brothers and the rest of the pledges and then go to the gym to workout. It’s gonna be a brutal workout so make sure ya eat lotsa protein!”

He uncurled himself from Jake and staggered into the bathroom, wearing only a loose pair of white boxer shorts. When he closed the door behind him, Jake propped himself up on his elbows, listening to the soft sound of Bradshaw peeing in the toilet. A moment later, the shower turned on and Bradshaw climbed inside, whistling to himself. 

Oh, how Jake wanted to join him in there! Even though he’d only just met Bradshaw, being apart from him for even a few minutes was like torture. He fretted, debating what to do, before finally deciding he didn’t care if it was gay, he wanted to shower with his sponsor!

He crept out of bed, glancing down at his crotch in surprise. He’d forgotten about the chastity belt! It looked so weird clamped over his privates. Thank goodness he only had to wear it for a month! Truth be told, though, it wasn’t so bad. The metal felt cool against his skin and it was quite comfortable even though it was made of pure steel.

Opening the bathroom door, he stalked carefully inside. Bradshaw’s back was turned as he finished showering off. His body was even more impressive when he was completely naked and Jake was starstruck by the giant man’s bulging muscles and generous backside. Bradshaw looked over his shoulder at him as he reached for the towel, carefully tucking it around his thick waist before turning to face him.

“Hey, Jakey!” he called out. “Ready to get cleaned up? Yer gonna wanna aim the showerhead against yer jock when you bathe. That’ll help keep it clean.”

Jake nodded, disappointed he didn’t get to join the studly man in the shower. He sat down on the toilet and tinkled, clenching his knees together as the pee dribbled out of his jock. It was so weird peeing like a girl! Still, what choice did he have? There was no way he could possibly stand up and pee with this thing locked over his dick!

Bradshaw reached down and mussed his hair affectionately as he piddled. “Anyone ever tell ya how adorable you are, Jakey?”

Jake flushed, looking up at him with stars in his eyes. Before he knew what he was saying, he gushed, “I love you, Bradshaw!” As soon as he said it, he regretted it and tried desperately to walk it back. Why the fuck was he going all fanboy over the big man?

He just about fell off the toilet when Bradshaw smiled down at him, replying, “And I love you, too, Jakey. I’m glad yer my initiate.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of Jake’s head before sauntering out of the bathroom.

***

The day passed like a dream. He met his fellow initiates, a range of young guys with the same basic body type: Thin and scrawny. They gathered at the large communal table for breakfast, sitting beside their sponsors. Jake felt self-conscious entering the hall wearing only his jockstrap–Bradshaw wouldn’t let him get dressed–but relaxed when he saw the other initiates were all dressed similarly. It turned out that one of the rules in Zeta House during pledge month was that initiates weren’t allowed to get dressed until they left the building. It sounded stranger than it was because Jake soon learned that being nearly naked fostered a kind of closeness among the soon-to-be brothers. This was important because brotherly cohesion was a requirement for being a Zeta. If a guy didn’t bond with his brothers, he might as well leave.

Bradshaw and the other sponsors were incredibly kind, generous and helpful. They praised their initiates at every turn and helped train them in the ways of the fraternity. The house had all sorts of rules around everything, from diet to exercise to attire, but these were presented tenderly. If an initiate screwed up, there was no punishment, just a gentle reminder.

It was completely unlike any other experience Jake had ever had. In the past when he was in an all-male environment, the guys were crude, rude and competitive with each other. Here, it was the opposite. The sponsors were uniformly polite and kind. There was no competition, no one trying to prove they were better than the others. Instead, they fostered an atmosphere of cooperation. The pledges were taught to praise and encourage each other. The philosophy was that men performed better when supported by their fellows…and it worked.

After stuffing himself with loads of organic chicken breast, Jake sat next to Bradshaw in meditation for a half hour. When they were done, they joined the other sponsors and pledges in a five-hour weightlifting marathon at the university gym. Wearing matching white tank tops and white shorts, the pledges worked their asses off, sweat and grunting, while their sponsors led through a lifting circuit that isolated every muscle group in their bodies.

It was probably his imagination but Jake was certain he could already feel the difference. His muscles were sore but also noticeably larger and more defined. When Bradshaw massaged oil over his body that evening in the spa, he was amazed to see new bumps and ridges springing up everywhere. And his skin! Fuck, it looked so much better smooth. Once he was slicked up with oil, his skin even developed a sheen, one that didn’t dissipate after showering. He looked down and grinned at his glowing, shiny skin and the fresh muscles pushing out against it.

“I look so good!” he crowed, slapping Bradshaw’s hand in a high-five. “Thanks, man! I can’t believe how fast I’m seeing results!”

“That’s just the start,” Bradshaw rumbled, enfolding him in a hug and smashing Jake’s face against his hulking pecs. “Wait until Week 4. You won’t even recognize yerself no more.”

Jake beamed up at him, nuzzling into Bradshaw’s silky man boobs. Bradshaw was remarkably permissive, allowing Jake to touch him pretty much anywhere except his crotch. There were a couple times when Jake was tempted to cop a feel down there–he wanted to find out how much Bradshaw was packing!–but Bradshaw caught his hand, tsking, “No touch, Jakey!” He laughed at Jake’s embarrassment, taking him into his arms and murmuring, “Remember yer vow of chastity! No sex or masturbation until yer induction ceremony. ‘Sides, would you fondle yer own brother?”

“I don’t have a brother,” Jake muttered, ashamed of himself for acting out these unnatural gay urges that overtook him when he was with Bradshaw.

“We’re brothers, Jakey,” Bradshaw said evenly, “Or at least we will be once yer inducted. Brothers can do anything they want with each other but have sex. Are you Ok with that?” Jake hung his head, dejected, and Bradshaw reached out and lifted his chin until he was staring directly into his warm, blue eyes. “Don’t worry, bro. I’m here for you. I always will be.” With that, he kissed him.

It was a brief kiss but it was Jake’s first. His eyes widened after Bradshaw straightened, uncertain it had even happened. The memory of Bradshaw’s lips on his own lingered, though, long after the kiss and he felt like he was walking on the clouds for the rest of the day.

***

Jake grew.

And grew.

And grew.

After two weeks, he and the other pledges were almost unrecognizable, swelling into hulking oxen too big for their clothes. The only things they didn’t outgrow were their chastity belts which, Bradshaw informed him, had been designed to accommodate their increasing size. 

As his body grew, Jake grew increasingly attached to his sponsor. They slept together every night and spent almost every waking hour together as well. His heart would flutter whenever Bradshaw was near but, as much as he wanted to be even closer to the man, Bradshaw wouldn’t let him break certain rules.

He still couldn’t touch his penis.

It sucked!

Jake really, really, really wanted to touch Bradshaw down there but the big frat would always stop him. He wouldn’t even let him see him fully naked from the front, telling him that he needed to keep his focus and not get distracted by lust or desire. It was maddening!

His simmering crush on his sponsor was probably the reason he was so open to Hunter’s offer to have sex when he was unlocked. And maybe it had something to do with the fact he hadn’t been able to masturbate in so long? Rather than dissipating as the days went by, his sex drive only grew stronger. He’d grit his teeth in frustration. It was torture being in such proximity to the simmeringly hot Bradshaw and being completely unable to do anything about it.

Bradshaw took note of his pent-up state and soothed, “Just another two weeks, Jakey. Yer halfway there already! Juss look at how much you’ve grown and imagine how much bigger you’ll be when this is over.”

It was meager comfort but Bradshaw made up for it by leaning down and kissing him deeply. When he pulled away, Jake’s knees were weak. God, he fucking loved Bradshaw so much!

***

Day 21

Their induction ceremony was only a week away and the pledges were all suffering from serious cases of blue balls. They’d been locked up for three weeks with no outlet for their sexual frustration. Rather than giving them focus, their chastity belts made them feel like prisoners of their desire. And being in such close proximity to their sexy, beefy sponsors only added fuel to the fire. Like Jake, every pledge had developed a passionate man-crush on his sponsor and they’d follow them around like eager pups, dancing at their heels and pleading for sexual contact to no avail. It was the worst!

“Easy, boys!” the frat president, a giant ox of a man, soothed one evening. “We know how hard it is for you but you’ve gotta keep going. Just seven more days and you’ll be full brothers. Look at the amazing progress you’ve made already. You’re almost unrecognizable compared to three weeks ago!”

The pledges looked around the dinner table at each other, realizing it was true. Mounded with muscle and seated in reinforced chairs to contain their bloated mass, they had grown incredibly beefy in a very short period of time. Their backs were so wide they routinely tore apart their t-shirts when they attempted to get dressed for the day. Their buttocks were thick and meaty and their thighs were even meatier. Their heads were being engulfed by their traps and their arms were so loaded up with new muscle, they stuck out at angles, requiring that they squeeze through the door sideways. It was magnificent!

Jake had never been happier or more aroused. He drooled uncontrollably whenever Bradshaw was around…which was just about all the time. The hint of the big man’s scent was enough to make him pant. He wanted to be with him in the worst way and, by being with him, he meant he wanted to have sex with him. Day 28 couldn’t come fast enough! As he gazed across the table as his fellow pledges, their eyes were glazed over with lust as they, too, stared hungrily at their sponsors.

As sex-crazed as he was, Jake appreciated the Zeta way. The fraternity had perfected the art and science of initiating men into the fold and completely remaking them. Pairing them with the hottest guys imaginable and locking up their penises served a very important purpose: It ensured their brothers bonded deeply and engendered an overriding sense of love and trust. It also fostered obedience which in turn built dedication. By this point, the pledges did whatever their sponsors told them without hesitation.

Their sponsors demanded a lot of them but they were also rewarded for their results. Jake and his fellow pledges had thrown themselves with gusto into their new lives, allowing their sponsors to control their every action throughout the day. And they had developed unbelievable physiques as a result. This created a positive feedback loop whereby they doubled their efforts in the hope of getting even bigger and receiving even more attention from their sponsors.

Jake was head over heels for Bradshaw but it wasn’t just his sponsor; he felt almost the same way about the other brothers. They had treated him with such kindness and generosity, he only wanted to repay the favor…preferrably in a sexual manner. And, in just one week he kept telling himself, he’d finally be able to do so. God, he was so fucking horny! He really hoped the induction ceremony would culminate in a wild orgy and he’d be there for it!

Back at the dinner table, the frat president’s lips curled into an indulgent smile as he read the room. The pledges’ arousal was like a potent perfume permeating the air. He watched them for a moment longer before saying, “We brothers were all in your positions not long ago and we know how hard it is. That’s why we’ve arranged a special day for you tomorrow. Think of it as a reward for all of your hard work. In the morning, we’ll get up early and head out to the country for a well-deserved day of rest and relaxation. That’s right! No weightlifting tomorrow and no chicken breast and broccoli. Tomorrow is the cheat day to end all cheat days!”

The cheering that erupted from the table was almost deafening as the big muscle men all broke into a chorus of deep, guttural roars of approval. Jake pumped his big fist, bellowing with happiness, before turning and grabbing Bradshaw in an ardent bear hug. Laughing, Bradshaw returned the hug and added a kiss to top it off. Soon, they were swapping tongues and spit as Jake showed his sponsor just how much he loved him. Around them, the other pledges were doing the same thing to their own sponsors. It was a good thing the chastity belts were made out of steel or the pledges would have broken their vows right then and there.

***

Day 22

At six o’clock the next morning, they piled into a shuttle bus that whisked them out into the country. Jake squeezed in next to Bradshaw, placing his hand on the big man’s knee and squeezing. He was thrilled when Bradshaw returned the gesture, covering his hand and smiling. “Hey, Jakey,” he rumbled. “I can’t wait for you to see yer surprise!”

“Surprise?” Jake grunted, happy now that his voice was so much deeper. “What surprise?”

“Dude,” Bradshaw chided. “I ain’t gonna tell ya! It’d ruin it for you. You juss gotta be patient.”

That bus ride ended up being the longest ride of Jake’s life.

***

Two hours later, they pulled up outside a rustic gate in front of a large farm. A sign over the gate read, “No Man’s Land,”  a name that struck Jake as curious.

“‘No Man’s Land’?” he read, turning to Bradshaw. “Why’s it called that?”

Bradshaw laughed, “It’s a Zeta thing, kind of a joke, I guess. The fraternity has owned this place since the beginning. One of our founding members donated it to us in his will.”

“That’s cool.” Jake looked around and saw there was another shuttle bus parked outside as well as a truck hauling a horse trailer. The other shuttle bus was empty, though. Maybe another chapter of Zetas was here visiting today as well?

“C’mon,” Bradshaw urged, hauling him up off the seat. Now that Jake was so big, it was harder getting up and down than it used to be. Just about everything was more difficult but he didn’t give a fuck. He’d take the inconvenience of being too big over being a scrawny wimp any day!

They piled out of the bus along with the other pledges and their sponsors, filing through the front gate and out into the farm’s interior. Bradshaw’s hand was on his shoulder as he guided Jake around the grounds, showing him everything. 

Jake was in awe. The day was a perfect late September day and the sun was shining brilliantly in the cerulean blue sky. There was a gentle breeze and somewhere in the distance he could hear chickens clucking and pigs oinking. The farm was a beautiful mix of open fields and outbuildings with a large clubhouse on a hill overlooking the forest in the distance. Big, strapping, young men ambled around, doing chores and tending to the harvest. In the distance, he could see a giant man in overalls leading a team of oxen yoked behind a plow.

He turned questioningly to Bradshaw who said, “They’re tilling the field to plant winter wheat. There are no machines on the farm. All work is done by hand and with the help of our animal friends.”

“It’s like they’re Amish or something,” Jake commented, impressed. He couldn’t imagine running a farm without machinery. What a lot of work!

“Hard work builds the body, centers the mind and eases the spirit, Jake. You know that.”

Jake looked up and caught Bradshaw smiling at him. He smiled back and Bradshaw mussed his hair, slinging an arm over his shoulders and tugging him into a headlock. Jake was in heaven. He really hoped the surprise that Bradshaw mentioned involved getting naked together and touching each other in all sorts of secret places!

After wrestling playfully for a few minutes, Bradshaw led him into a barn where a bunch of pledges and their sponsors were being put to work processing capons who had just been butchered.  The sponsors were demonstrating how to pluck and gut the birds while the pledges looked on somewhat queasily.

“For tonight’s dinner,” Bradshaw explained. “They’ll prepare our meal while you and I enjoy the sights.” He squeezed Jake’s shoulder, reading his mind, “And, no, this isn’t your surprise, Jakey. I’m not gonna make you butcher any animals.”

Jake started to answer but was distracted by a couple of huge men lumbering past. In their hands, they held baskets of round, slimy organs still dripping with blood. “What are those?” he asked, taking a step back.

Bradshaw followed his gaze, eyebrows lifting. “Ah, it’s that time already, huh?” He nodded to the men politely before looking past them to the rear of the barn where a bunch of pigs were being led out of a row of stalls. “The vet was just here, uh, you know, neutering the pigs. It makes ‘em grow bigger and meatier, Jake.”

“Those’re pig balls?!” Jake exclaimed, feeling sick. “What are they gonna do with ‘em?”

Bradshaw looked upward innocently, “They’re for dinner tonight, too. It’s part of yer initiation, Jakey: Eating mountain oysters.” When Jake acted like he was going to vomit, he soothed, “Don’t worry! They taste great. Our chef knows his stuff!”

“Ugh.”

“I promise I’ll eat ‘em along with you.” Bradshaw laughed, adding, “I’d never make you do anything that I haven’t already done myself, Jakey.” Clapping his hand on his shoulder, he guided him out of the barn to a nearby stable. Inside the low building, the wooden beams rose overhead and the air smelled fragrantly of straw and horses. Two farmhands stood at the ready with a couple of beautiful geldings. The men–just as big and beefy as everyone else on the farm–bowed slightly to Bradshaw and offered him the reins.

“You take the big roan, Jake,” he said, handing him the lead to the salt-and-pepper colored horse with a black tail. “This is Narses. He’s very gentle.” Breathless, Jake took the horse by the bridle and gazed up into his dark brown eyes. Narses blinked docilely, sticking out his lips to chew on his hair. Jake laughed and threw his arms around the horse’s neck. Just like that, Narses and he were best friends.

Bradshaw watched him with a smile before sticking his foot in the stirrup of his black horse and swinging himself up in the saddle. “This is Bagoas,” he explained, patting the gelding on the withers. “He was a gift from my sponsor just like I’m giving you Narses. You’re welcome to come back and ride him whenever you like, Jakey.”

“He’s…mine?” Jake asked, taken aback. “Really?”

“Yep, all yers,” Bradshaw said, nodding. “I look forward to spending many hours out here with you, Jakey.”

Jake couldn’t believe it. His heart swelled in his chest and he would have kissed Bradshaw if the man wasn’t already perched on Bagoas’ back. He’d ridden horses as a boy when he visited his aunt and uncle in the country but he never thought he’d own one himself someday! It was a dream come true!

“Annnnnd this still isn’t your surprise,” Bradshaw said, grinning. “C’mon, mount up and let’s ride! There’s so much yet to show you!”

They rode together out into the forest, following a narrow, rutted trail over hill and dale. Jake sat tall and proud in the saddle, watching Bradshaw’s broad back and smiling. The big man really knew how to handle a horse but it wasn’t just his skill alone that kept him in the saddle. Like Narses, Bagoas was a very calm and even-tempered steed and never spooked or bolted. He walked at a slow pace, his broad hindquarters swaying back and forth under Bradshaw’s broad hindquarters. Jake knew he looked very similar sitting astride Narses.

Eventually, they arrived at a clearing in the forest and Bradshaw swung down off the saddle and led Jake by the hand to a gorgeous rock outcropping that overlooked the valley below. They had a perfect view of the fields and farm where they could see the tiny specks of their fellow frat brothers walking to and fro.

Jake squeezed Bradshaw’s hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. Bradshaw smiled down at him, more handsome than ever. With the sun streaming down on his ruggedly beautiful face and shimmering like gold in his hair, he’d never looked sexier. Jake’s heart swelled. He couldn’t stand it any longer and threw himself into the big man’s arms, kissing him wildly.

Bradshaw returned his kiss, pinning him against a tree and working his hands beneath Jake’s shirt to tweak his nipples. He nibbled Jake’s lip, eyes full of tenderness and love.

“I can’t wait any longer! I want you to fuck me!” Jake gasped, beyond caring about what that meant. “I love you so much it hurts! Please fuck me!”

Bradshaw gently twisted his nipples and lowered his mouth onto Jake’s. His body pressed against him and his potent, musky smell filled his nostrils. “Jakey,” he breathed, “I love you, too, more than you could ever know. I didn’t know about you in the beginning but you’ve completely won me over. But–”

“But what?” Jake interrupted, stricken. “There’s no ‘but’ but my ‘butt’! I’m offering you my butt, Bradshaw! I’ll gladly let you fuck me! You can do whatever you want to me, just don’t ever leave me!”

Bradshaw’s big hand was on his cheek. “Jakey, you’ll always be my boy, you know that. But my heart…and my butt…are already taken.”

“What?” Jake wailed, unable to believe his ears. “But! Butt–!”

Bradshaw stopped him with a kiss, pressing him against the tree and stripping him naked until he was only wearing his metal chastity belt. Befuddled by Bradshaw’s onslaught when he’d just told him he wouldn’t fuck him, Jake wanted to make him stop but he couldn’t because Bradshaw’s tongue was in his throat. He was so overcome that he half-expected the big man to announce he’d just been teasing and, of course, he’d fuck him up the ass.

But then he pulled away and stripped out of his own clothes, all the way down to his underwear which, to Jake’s utter astonishment, turned out to be a tiny pair of pink panties. Bradshaw laughed, holding out his arms to display the incongruous sight of his big, muscular body clad in such a delicate and feminine undergarment. He had, Jake couldn’t help noticing, absolutely no bulge in his panties. It was like he was a woman down there.

Jake stared and stared, his mouth hanging open. Time hung there, suspended, as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. He was so transfixed, he didn’t even hear the other horses coming up the trail behind them until one of the riders interrupted them.

“Bradshaw, you fuckin’ slut,” a deep, coarse voice called out, “what the fuck are ya doin’ with that boy?”

Jake swung around to see a man astride a huge, black stallion. And it wasn’t any old man, it was none other than Andre Jefferson, the quarterback of the university’s football team. He was wearing all black right down to the black Stetson on his head. As Jake watched utterly dumbfounded, Andre urged his stallion over and extended a hand to swing Bradshaw up on the saddle before him.

“I’d better get you outta here before you start spreading yer legs like a common whore,” Andre teased, settling Bradshaw’s wide bottom between his thighs on the saddle. Bradshaw giggled like a little girl and turned to give him a kiss. Jake clenched his hands into fists as the men made out passionately with Andre’s hands roving liberally over Bradshaw’s body. He even slid a hand down into the crotch of Bradshaw’s panties and tickled him, causing the big man to shiver with delight.

“Juss wait til I get you back to the stable,” Andre panted in between kisses, “and I’ll bend ya over a bale of straw and fuck ya into tomorrow!”

This went on for a long time until finally the two of them seemed to remember that Jake was standing before them. Smiling happily, Bradshaw said, “Jakey, this here’s my boyfriend, Andre. Oh, and this is his stallion, Alexander the Great.”

Andre inclined his head, one hand on the reins and the other grabbing Bradshaw by the pussy. “Pleased to meet ya, Jakey. I hope Bradshaw’s been good to you. I mean, he’s such a prick tease sometimes! Not that you have to worry ‘bout dat no more.” When Bradshaw gave him a sharp glance, Andre hurriedly apologized, “Oh, my big mouth! Sorry, Jakey. Forget what I juss said.”

Jake was in such a state of shock at seeing his beloved sponsor being manhandled by the university’s top jock that he barely registered a word Andre said. He was stricken with the sting of betrayal and jealousy,

Bradshaw gave him a sympathetic look. Placing a hand on Andre’s shoulder to shut him up, he announced, “Jakey, it’s time for your surprise! He should be here any minute. Andre and me’re gonna get reacquainted, if you know what I mean. I haven’t seen him in almost three weeks. Juss wait here for a minute. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”

With that, Andre urged Alexander the Great back onto the trail and they disappeared around the bend, leaving a very heartbroken Jake in their wake. He stood there, belatedly realizing he was wearing only his stupid jockstrap and was about to get dressed when he heard the clinking of a horse’s bridle. He looked up and did a double take when he spotted Hunter Ochoa emerging from the forest. His big friend was sitting atop the biggest stallion that Jake had ever seen, a gorgeous piebald chestnut.

“H-H-H-Hunter?” he stammered, not believing his eyes. Why in the world would Hunter be here right now? And riding a horse, no less!

“Hey, babe!” Hunter rumbled, waving at him. “They said you’d be up here.” Taking in Jake’s nakedness, he grinned, “And I see you decided you couldn’t wait another week and yer ready for me to ride yer ass here and now!”

The big jock drew to a halt before him and, before Jake knew it, Hunter had dismounted and was holding him in his arms.“Yer awful cute in that chastity belt, babe,” he breathed. “I’m hard for ya already.” Thrusting his hip forward, Jake flushed at the sensation of Hunter’s long, thick cock throbbing against his bare thigh.

And then they were kissing.

Hunter’s mouth was hotter and tastier than Bradshaw’s. He also was more aggressive, taking charge of Jake and utterly owning him. Jake didn’t even have time to wonder about kissing his best friend. Hunter took no prisoners!

They kissed for a long time before Hunter leaned back on his heels and stared adoringly at him. “Fuck, yer beautiful!” he praised. “And so fuckin’ huge! God, yer even bigger than the last time I saw ya a week ago!” Jake felt lightheaded and was weaving on his feet. The taste of Hunter was all over his mouth. Laughing, his friend steadied him, holding him against his broad chest and kissing his ear. “I was so happy when Andre tole me you’d be here today. I couldn’t wait to see you!” He lowered his head, becoming suddenly bashful, “It’s been too long, bro. I can’t go without seeing you every day. It’s juss too painful!”

“Hunter, I–”

But Hunter wouldn’t let him finish. Instead, he gestured back toward his stallion. “Hey, babe, meet Belisarius. He’s my horse. Andre got him for me when he was my sponsor.”

“Wait,” Jake pleaded, “Andre was your…sponsor?”

Hunter laughed, a deep, pleasing sound. “Yeah, ‘course! He’s the president of my frat. Didn’t ya know that?”

“No,” Jake admitted, shaking his head. “I didn’t. And he and Bradshaw…?”

“Boyfriends,” Hunter finished, squeezing his hand. “Like you an’ me, babe.” His hand was around Jake’s waist, pulling him close. “I’m askin’ ya, bro, ‘cuz I can’t wait til the induction ceremony next week. Will ya be mine?” He placed a hand over his heart, “If you say yes, I’ll even swear off women…as much as it kills me to do that. But yer worth it. Yer worth more than every woman on the planet combined!”

Jake’s head was spinning and he had a splitting headache. All of this was way too much for him to process. It was bad enough having the man he loved being stolen out from under him by Andre Jefferson. But then, hot on the heels of that disappointment, he was confronted by Hunter declaring his undying love for him. What the fuck could he do?

He could pass out, that’s what. 

And that’s exactly what he did.

***

Jake awoke again in Hunter’s arms. His friend was cradling his head in his lap, staring down at him with both love and concern. When his eyelids fluttered open, Hunter lowered his lips and kissed him. “Welcome back, bro,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “You had me worried. I knew I was hot but didn’t realize I was a total knockout, too!” He laughed, hugging Jake closer. “I love you, bro. More than anything. More than anyone.”

“I-I-I,” Jake stammered. He was at a loss for words.

Hunter’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. Fuck, but he was damned hot! How come Jake hadn’t noticed this before? Hunter’s broad, smooth face was alive with delight as he gazed down at him with his honey-colored eyes. His black hair was trimmed short, almost in a crew cut, but he’d left some curls on top. They made him look both sassy and sexy at the same time. His arms were strong, his chest was full and firm, and his skin was a delicious shade of caramel. Hunter Ochoa. God, there wasn’t any man as hot as he was!

“C’mon, babe,” Hunter said, urging him to stand. “I’m sorry for comin’ on so strong. I know it’s real sudden. I can wait until yer ready. I can even wait for the ceremony next week but I can’t wait much longer than that. Yer juss too pretty and sexy and smart and hot and lovable and cute and luscious and…”

“Ok! That’s enough!” Jake stood up, still weaving on his feet as he turned to confront his friend, “You don’t do anything halfway, do you?”

Hunter stopped, perplexed. “Uh, no, bro. Why would I? I know I love ya and wanna fuck ya. The rest is just details.”

“What if I’m not gay? What if I don’t wanna be fucked?” Jake challenged, completely forgetting he’d just confessed the opposite to Bradshaw only minutes ago. Something about Hunter’s supremely arrogant confidence needled him and he felt compelled to fight back.

Hunter folded his beefy arms skeptically, “Aw, c’mon, bro? Really? Yer really gonna do this?” He gestured to Jake’s naked, bulging body and his ridiculous chastity belt. “Yer really gonna try an’ tell me yer straight and a top, too?”

“I could be!” Jake insisted, indignant. “Why’s that so unbelievable?”

Hunter sighed, “Bro. Oh, bro. Pah-leez! Yer the girl and I’m the guy. You know that as well as I do. If you weren’t such a girl, I never woulda been attracted to ya in the first place. It’s always been like that. How can’t ya see that?”

“I’M NOT A GIRL!” Jake’s indignance flared into righteous anger. “I’M A MAN! A BIG MAN!” He pounded on his mounded chest, trying in vain to assert his masculinity.

“Who’s also a girl,” Hunter finished, unmoved by either his words, anger or lame display. “Think on it, bro, an’ be honest with yerself.”

Jake was opening his mouth to fire off an angry retort when he heard a loud and salacious grunting behind them. Looking back, he blanched when he saw the stallion, Belisarius, mounting Narses. Narses was flaring his hindquarters in a wanton display of lust, lifting his tail and presenting his big anus, all but begging the huge stallion to penetrate him. Belisarius was only too eager to oblige, rearing up on his haunches and coming down on top of the quivering gelding’s back. Jake’s eyes widened when he saw the enormous size of the stallion’s slimy member. He’d never seen horses mate before, especially not two male horses.

“See?” Hunter said, pointing toward the amorous horses. “They’re juss like you an’ me. And, juss so we’re absolutely clear,” he patted the humongous bulge in his shorts, “I’m the Belisarius in this scenario.”

“That…wait…no!” Jake protested weakly, unable to tear his eyes off the mating horses. “No!”

“Yes, babe. Yes.” Hunter took him in his arms and hugged him tightly, looking back at the horses. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do to you.”

***

After the horses had finished mating and Belisarius’ milky white cum was dribbling out of Narses’ swollen hole, Hunter helped Jake up onto the gelding’s saddle before mounting his stallion. Jake was silent, shaken by the experience and by Hunter’s words. He swallowed bitter tears when he realized it was all true. If he was honest with himself, he had always been the girl in his relationship with Hunter. And he liked it, too. He liked it when Hunter protected him, loved him, took care of him. 

More than that, he loved Hunter. It was why he was still a virgin after all these years. He’d been unconsciously saving himself for Hunter, hoping against hope that his friend felt the same way about him. This also explained why he was so hurt and disappointed when the teenage Hunter showed such an overriding desire for women. Rather than admit his gay feelings, though, his reaction had been to sublimate them. If the feelings were gone, then he could convince himself he didn’t care. Fuck, he could even convince himself he was straight! It seemed so laughable now.

He really had Bradshaw to thank for helping him wake up to his true, gay self.

With his calm and permissive presence, Bradshaw had coaxed Jake to express his same sex desire. And, when Jake proclaimed his attraction, Bradshaw had brilliantly redirected him towards Hunter. In hindsight, it was obvious that he and Bradshaw could be a couple. They were just too much alike. Jake needed someone more fiery, more dominant and much more masculine. In short, he needed Hunter.

And maybe Hunter knew this, too? Maybe Hunter was actually a lot smarter than he gave him credit for? His eyes narrowed as he considered the possibility that Bradshaw and Hunter had been in cahoots. Yeah, the more he thought about it, Hunter introducing him to Bradshaw that day at the gym was just a little too coincidental. Everything had just clicked into place without Jake even realizing what was happening. 

Yeah, Bradshaw and Hunter’s secret alliance would explain a lot. It would even explain why Hunter was here right now, conveniently showing up right after Bradshaw and Andre left.

Had Hunter planned…?

He shook his head, unwilling to go there right now. No, he couldn’t think about it. Not when it was such a beautiful day and he was alone with the man he loved more than anything. He smiled over at Hunter riding beside him and then let out a little gasp.

Hunter had taken his dick out of his shorts and was sporting the biggest, fattest erection that Jake had ever seen. (Next to Belisarius’s, of course!)

“What, babe?” Hunter asked, innocently jacking his huge pole. “I’m hot for ya and I can’t hide it no more. Why don’t ya hop on over onto my saddle and lemme give ya the ride of yer life?”

Jake’s cheeks colored. Part of him wanted nothing more than to do just that! But now wasn’t the right time. If he was going to give himself over to Hunter, he would do it on his own schedule. Today, he would enjoy Hunter’s company, maybe mess around a little with him, but he wouldn’t surrender his virginity yet. No, he’d wait until his induction ceremony when he was no longer bound by this fucking chastity belt! God, he couldn’t wait for it to come off!

***

When they returned to the stable, Bradshaw and Andre were waiting for them. Bradshaw’s cheeks were flushed and he was glowing with an unmistakable after-sex aura. Still wearing his pink panties, he showed no sigh of modesty and was content to sit there manspreading beside his lover on a bale of hay while Andre grinned back at him. Andre, for his part, was fully clothed even if those clothes were a little disheveled at the moment.

Hunter helped Jake to dismount, acting like a perfect gentleman. He wasn’t even mad that Jake had refused his advances. He knew he was irresistible and it was only a matter of time before Jake surrendered to him. As a result, he exuded cocky confidence through his very pores. 

“C’mon, babe,” Hunter said, taking his hand. “I’m hungry. It should be time for dinner.”

Before they could leave the barn, though, Bradshaw stopped them. “Wait,” he said. “Do I need to perform a chastity check on you, Jakey?” He stalked over and folded his arms as he looked Jake up and down. “Should I make you bend over so I can confirm yer hole’s still intact?”

“Bradshaw, you hypocritical slut!” Andre chided, coming up behind him and grabbing him by the pussy, “That’s rich considering the state of yer own pussy right now. How ‘bout you show Jakey here what I juss did to ya?”

 He squeezed and Bradshaw squirmed in his grip, cheeks flaming. “That’s different!” he protested. “I’m not an initiate! I’m not expected to be chaste!”

“And I thank God for that,” Andre chuckled. “That four weeks was the longest four weeks of my whole life!” He stuck out his lower lip in a mock pout, “I almost died, you know! I need yer pussy on my dick to survive!”

“Oh, is that right?” Bradshaw challenged, turning to kiss him. “You poor thing! I had no idea my cunt possessed such power.” He placed his hand over Andre’s forehead, teasing, “What’s this? It feels like you have a fever. I think you need to fuck my pussy again to avoid the onset of a life-threatening illness!”

They would have started fucking right in front of them if Jake hadn’t turned and fled, covering his ears so he couldn’t hear Bradshaw’s squeals of delight

Hunter followed him out of the barn, laughing, “Don’t worry, babe. It won’t be long until yer pussy’s on the end of my dick, too. Then you’ll find out what you’ve been missin’ all these years!”

***

Dinner that night was a feast. Bradshaw hadn’t lied when he said that the chef knew how to prepare the pig testicles. The clever man had stuffed the capons with the diced mountain oysters, making a truly savory dish. Hunter ate it with relish, gushing over how tasty the testes were. Jake pursed his lips, nibbling on his with more restraint. He couldn’t deny that the food was incredible, though.

The grand but somewhat rustic clubhouse was filled with a bunch of Zeta brothers and their initiates–dressed in white to symbolize their purity–and the members of Hunter’s fraternity, Phi Alpha Gamma. During the day, the Zeta initiates had each been paired with a brother from Phi House and they now ate together, the Phi brothers feeding the Zetas off their plates. This was another tradition, the Zeta president informed them. Phi House was allied closely with Zeta House and this communal dinner was a way to cement the bond between the fraternities. Bradshaw sat at the head table beside Andre, staring lovingly into the jock’s soft eyes. Seeing them like this, Jake was forced to admit they did make a fine couple.

“See?” Hunter said, teasing Jake with a little morsel on the end of his fork. “It’s perfect! You an’ me, babe! Even our frats are joined!”

***

Day 28 at 7pm

It was finally time! Jake couldn’t wait for the induction ceremony to be over and his dick to be liberated from the vise of the chastity belt. Not only was he going crazy with frustrated sexual desire, he was dying to finally give himself to Hunter. Oh, how he yearned to get totally naked with his sexy bro and show him just much he loved him! 

Maybe if he was extra nice, Hunter would let Jake fuck him, too? It seemed only fair after all. Why should Hunter get all the fun? Jake’s penis might be on the small side but it was plenty big enough to penetrate Hunter’s tight jock-hole. He decided that he’d be generous, though, and let Hunter fuck him first. Only after he’d surrendered his virginal flower to his friend would he broach the topic of returning the favor. 

Ha! That was it! Hunter would realize that Jake wasn’t a girl once he’d been fucked by him!

The pledges gathered in the Zeta great room, lined up in front of the fireplace. Jake looked down the line, studying these men he’d grown so close to over the past month. It was hard to believe they were the same guys! Gone were the scrawny wimps from four weeks ago. Each one was now beyond huge, his body replete with muscles so swollen his clothes could barely contain his mass. 

Jake was in the same boat as the others, his massive shoulders knocking against the massive shoulders of his neighbors. The floor groaned beneath their collective weight. Compared to a month ago when the pledges had stuck out like sore thumbs, now they blended in perfectly with the rest of the meaty Zeta brotherhood. The only difference was their attire: The sponsors were decked out in white tuxedos but the pledges wore only a white terrycloth robe over their naked bodies. 

Now to unlock!

The president stepped forward and cleared his throat. The pledges noticed then that each of the sponsors held a gift box wrapped in red paper and tied with a golden bow. “My brothers,” the bulky frat announced, “time to present your pledges with their packages.”

The sponsors approached and Jake squirmed with eagerness as he gazed into Bradshaw’s beautiful blue eyes. “For you, Jakey,” the big stud said, holding out the package. Jake accepted it, uncertain what he was supposed to do with it. Should he unwrap it?

The other pledges looked at each other, fidgeting. They didn’t need to wait long before the president explained, “Hold onto your packages, Pledges. You will present them to your–” Just then there came a knock on the doors to the great room and the president smiled, “–new brothers from Phi House. They have just arrived.” Turning to a pair of brothers who were standing beside the door, he nodded, “Go ahead. Let them in.”

When the doors opened, Jake just about fell over in surprise.

Outside the great room, the members of the Phi Alpha Gamma fraternity were lined up. They were completely naked with red bows tied around their very erect penises. And dangling on a glittering chain around each brother’s neck was a silver key, the keys to the pledges’ chastity belts. 

Hunter was at the forefront of the group, his cock bigger by far than his brothers’. Judging from the size of his endowment, Hunter would even put a porn star to shame! His honey-colored eyes were glowing with expectation and love as he met Jake’s gaze. He grinned excitedly. He couldn’t wait a moment longer to consummate their relationship!

“Brothers!” the president cried. “You may approach your initiate and unlock his belt. It’s time for the celebration to begin! It’s time to welcome a new cohort of brothers into the warm embrace of Zeta Iota Pi!”

The Phi frats didn’t need to be asked twice! They marched in, zeroing in on their eager initiates. Jake’s breath caught as he stared into Hunter’s face. His knees were weak. He was on fire with both lust and love for his friend. “H-H-Here,” he stammered, holding out the gift box to Hunter. “Take it. I don’t know what it is but I’m ‘sposed to give it to you.”

“Thank you, babe!” Hunter said, accepting the gift. “I’ll open it later. Right now, I can’t wait to get you naked!”

He knelt down and untied the drawstring around Jake’s waist. Around them, the other frats from Phi House did the same. Behind them, Bradshaw and Andre looked on. Bradshaw was teary-eyed but Andre just grinned. They were like a couple of proud parents at their children’s wedding.

The truth was that Jake was scarcely aware of any of this; he only had eyes for Hunter.

Hunter’s hands were trembling and his penis was throbbing as he fumbled with the key. Looking up to meet Jake’s gaze, he swallowed, stuttering, “W-W-Will ya, Jake? Will ya let me? I really wanna fuck ya ‘cuz, ya know, I really love ya!”

“YES!” Jake shouted. “JUST DO IT! UNLOCK ME!”

Hunter grinned and got to work. A second later, there was an audible click as the lock gave way. Jake sighed with relief as the jockstrap fell away, tumbling heavily to the floor. At last! At last! He was finally free! He was finally going to–

“WHAT THE FUCK???!!!”

He stared in utter horror and complete confusion when his eyes landed on his manhood. Or the place where his manhood should have been but instead there was only…nothing.

There was nothing.

He had nothing!

No dick.

No balls.

Not even a scar to betray the fact that he had ever been male.

No, Jake had nothing done there at all any longer.

He’d been neutered.

Worse than that, though, he’d been nullified.

***

Day 28 at 11:30pm

Eddie and Jake were on the couch when Hunter arrived. He stalked into the living room and found them. Jake’s eyes were closed and he was sprawled across his father’s lap as his father stroked his head. Hunter’s eyes narrowed suspiciously when he saw that Jake was dressed but his clothes were askew and his father looked guilty.

Turning to Eddie, he demanded, “What happened?! Don’t tell me you fucked him!”

At the sound of Hunter’s voice, Jake’s eyes snapped open and he turned to Eddie, yelling, “How’d he know I was here? Did you tell him?”

Eddie spread his hands, choosing to answer Jake first. “I might’ve, you know, texted him while you were in the bathroom.”

Jake huffed in annoyance, sitting up and folding his arms defiantly. Hunter stalked over and sat down between them on the sofa, making sure they weren’t touching. He was acting so possessive of Jake that Eddie laughed.

“What the fuck’re you laughin’ at!” Hunter grunted. “You stay away from my boyfriend, Ok?

Eddie spread his hands. “I didn’t touch him. At least not in the way you’re thinking. And, besides, it’s not like Jake belongs to you.”

“He does, too!” Hunter protested. “He’s my girl!”

“I’m not a girl!” Jake shouted, anger returning. “I’m a guy! Even if–”

“No, yer not,” Hunter stated. “‘Specially not after you get bottom surgery an’ I give ya a real pussy!”

Jake flushed bright red at these words and Eddie thought he was going to have to berate his son for being out of line. He couldn’t believe that Hunter could be so callous! Jake had every right to hate him for what he’d done but, rather than apologizing, he waltzed in and threw more salt on Jake’s wounds. Now that was chutzpah!

But Jake surprised him.

“A p-p-p-pussy?” he stammered. “A real pussy?”

Hunter shrugged as if this was the dumbest thing in the world to say. “Yeah, ‘course. Did ya think I’d leave ya lookin’ like a Ken Doll forever? Ha! My big dick’s made for fucking pussy, not assholes, though I’ll fuck whatever hole you got if I gotta.”

Jake was silent for a moment processing this. Finally, he asked, “Does Bradshaw have a you-know-what, too?” He leaned forward, eagerly awaiting Hunter’s answer.

Hunter gave him a funny look. “What are ya, dumb? Yeah, Bradshaw’s got a pussy between his legs. Didn’t he show you? You slept with him every night for the past month!”

Jake hung his head. “He…he wouldn’t lemme see him. Like that, anyways. I never saw his–”

“Makes sense,” Hunter interrupted. “I mean, that ‘splains yer reaction. Ya really didn’t know what they did to you?” When Jake shook his head, Hunter exhaled in annoyance. “Fuck, bro! Fuck, I’m sorry! I had no idea–” Without finishing, he took Jake in his arms and hugged him fiercely, murmuring soothingly in his ear. Jake clung to him, openly sobbing. The grief lasted only so long, though, and soon the two were kissing.

Eddie took this as his cue to leave and got up, preparing to go to bed. “I put clean sheets on your bed, Son,” he said over his shoulder. “Feel free to sleep in there tonight. Just, you know, try not to wake up Conor. He’s a light sleeper.”

With that, he left the two alone, shaking his head to himself. This evening had certainly taken a bunch of surreal twists and turns! At least it appeared that everything had ended happily…or as happy as could be expected under the circumstances. Jake still had a long way to go before he was comfortable in his new role as a pussy boy, though…

***

Hunter led Jake by the hand into his bedroom and closed the door. Removing a small box from his pocket, he set it on the dresser. “You forgot your package,” he explained, jerking his chin at the little gift box with the cute bow on top.

Jake swallowed. “When you say ‘package,’ you literally mean my package, don’t you?” He cleared his throat, “That’s my you-know-what in there, right?”

“‘Fraid so.” Hunter placed his hand on Jake’s shoulder, squeezing. “I’ll throw it out if ya like. I don’t wanna–”

Jake held up his hand, “No, it’s fine. I don’t want to throw it away but I don’t wanna look at it right now, either. Besides, it belongs to you now. I’m giving it to you.” He swallowed a lump in his throat, opening his arms, “I’m giving you everything, Hunter. You can do whatever you want to me. Even give me a pussy if that’s what you want.”

“Aww, babe!” Hunter wrapped his arms around him. “You make me so happy!”

“And I’m happy that you’re happy,” Jake murmured, pressing his face into Hunter’s shoulder. “Now would you please fuck me? I douched and everything. I’m all clean and ready!”

“You sweet-talkin’ babe, you!” Hunter threw him down on the bed and made short work of ripping off his clothes. Soon, Jake was staring up at him with round eyes, completely naked and completely nullified. Hunter gaped. “So hot! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum in my shorts right now! Yer so fuckin’ HOT!”

Jake wilted under his scrutiny, embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He felt anything but hot at the moment. Hunter knew just what to do to put him at ease, though. Lowering himself down, he positioned his face over Jake’s smooth mound and started licking. He looked up and held Jake’s gaze as he did so, lapping his nullo pad with relish. “Mmmmmm,” he sighed. “So hot! So fuckin’ hot, bro!”

Jake moaned, writhing beneath Hunter’s tongue. Even though he had nothing left down there, his skin was still really sensitive. A moment later, he was surprised when he felt himself firming up. He looked down and was shocked to see his mound swelling. Apparently, he still could get hard even without a penis!

Hunter worked him up to a near frenzy before fumbling with his belt and tearing off his pants to liberate his erection. Jake stared at the behemoth bobbing between Hunter’s thick, hairy thighs, unable to believe his buddy had been hiding such a monster in his underwear for all these years. No wonder Hunter got more pussy than he knew what to do with! If Jake had any hesitancy about surrendering his butthole to his best friend, it disappeared when he beheld that magnificent member.

In a second, his legs were up over his head and Hunter was squirting lube onto his quivering asshole. Sticking his thumb inside, Hunter rolled it around a few times, priming him for his big cock. Jake moaned pitifully, completely ready to be skewered.

“It’s a good thing yer hole’s still tight, bro,” Hunter grumbled. “If you were loose an’ sloppy, I’d have to fuckin’ kill my ol’ man!” He shook his head angrily, “I mean, seriously! WTF, bro? Why’d you come here of all places? You know my dad’s a big homo!”

“He was also my dad’s boyfriend,” Jake informed him. “And he’s been like a father to me, too. I knew he’d understand what I was going through.”

Hunter’s face softened. “Aw, babe! That’s what I’m here for! You got me for that!”

“I was too mad at you.”

Hunter waved this off, annoyed. “Oh, whatever! I didn’t do this to you! Yer over it now, right?” He waggled his big cock in one hand while penetrating Jake’s hole with his other. “You want me to fuck ya, dontcha?”

Jake could only throw back his head and moan, “YESSSSSS!!!!”

“Ha! You big slut!” Hunter panted, slicking up his cock. “Get ready ‘cuz I’m goin’ in!”

And so he did!

Jake’s eyes rolled back in his head and he bit his tongue as he felt himself part and make way for his buddy’s thick cock. Hunter was a pro and knew exactly how to drive him wild. Jake might not have a penis or testicles any longer but he still had a prostate and Hunter knew just how to stimulate it. He bore down on him, nailing him harder and harder, his blunt cockhead pummeling against Jake’s buried knob. Soon, both men were stifling their howls of delight as they managed to time their orgasms perfectly. Jake’s body thrummed as he convulsed and he looked down to see a little drop of clear honey emerge from his tiny pee hole. It was as close to cumming as he would ever get.

But it was Ok.

He was the girl and Hunter was the man.

As long as Hunter was happy, he was happy.

***

Day 29

It turned out that the little gift box contained more than just Jake’s severed manhood suspended in a jar of formaldehyde. It also contained a tiny pair of pink panties, identical to the ones that Bradshaw had worn that day at the farm a week ago.

Hunter helped him into them after they showered together the next morning. Jake stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smiling at his reflection. The panties looked completely ridiculous on his overbuilt physique but that, he realized, was the point. They were meant to remind him of what he was now…or, more precisely, what he wasn’t. 

Cupping his generous buttocks in his big hands, Hunter praised, “So pretty! So sexy! Yer my sexy girl!”

Jake turned and kissed him, nodding with agreement. “Yes, that’s me. I’m your girl, Hunter.”

Hunter took him into his arms. His erection pressed into the empty space between his thighs and he rubbed back and forth, slowly getting Jake aroused and ready for more. Before he could fuck him, though, Eddie knocked on the door.

“Guys?” he called out. “Uh, guys? I know you’re, um, enjoying yourselves in there but can you maybe take a break for now? Somebody’s here to see you.”

Hunter and Jake exchanged a mystified look before reluctantly parting and getting dressed. Jake was privately thrilled to feel the silky panties against his empty crotch. He felt so naughty! 

A few minutes later, they emerged from the bathroom to find Eddie and his new boyfriend, Chip, making eggs in the kitchen. Chip was a former bodybuilder like Eddie and still possessed a very large and imposing frame. His belly had gone soft, though, and stuck out from the apron around his thick waist. He was, Jake thought, incredibly hot with a belly and he wanted Hunter to grow one just like it. Maybe that would be part of the deal: He’d let Hunter give him a pussy if Hunter agreed to grow a big belly? That seemed like a fair trade, right?

Hunter’s little brother, Conor, was sitting in a high chair at the kitchen table, scribbling in his coloring books. Jake’s eyebrow twitched when he saw the neon yellow marker in the little boy’s hand. The real surprise, though, was the pair of big men sitting across from Conor.

Bradshaw and Andre stood up when Jake and Hunter approached. After hesitating only a moment, Jake threw himself into Bradshaw’s arms, crying happily. Bradshaw held him, patting his back and murmuring in his ear. Andre shook Hunter’s hand before placing it on Jake’s back and patting him.

“We, uh, weren’t sure if you’d be mad or happy,” the hunky quarterback admitted. “I’m glad yer Ok now, Jakey.”

“Me, too,” Bradshaw breathed, kissing his ear before straightening. Placing his hands on Jake’s arms, he looked him up and down, smiling proudly. “You look good, Jakey. Bein’ a Zeta suits you.”

Jake grinned, dipping his head. “Yeah, it’s been a long and bumpy ride but yer right. I was made to be a Zeta”

***