12-10-2019, 04:36 PM
Fratricide
Tony was fairly young and naive. He grew up in a middle class neighborhood just outside of Detroit. He was always afraid to go into the bad neighborhoods in town. He often had nightmares of walking down a dark alley and getting shanked by a couple of thugs.
He had spent a year working hard in a factory and saving his money before finally starting college. He only had enough money for one year, so he had to find a way to finance the rest of his college.
He had met up with a frat during his first week at school. They were a bunch of alcohol-guzzling party animals. Since Tony was quite the life-of-the-party, the frat petitioned the national fraternity to extend Tony a scholarship to be able to keep going to school.
Things started out fine for Tony until initiation week. He and his fellow-inductees were subjected to all sorts of abuse (particularly sexual) during the two-week hazing period. He endured it fairly well, but totally despised the chapter leaders for allowing it.
He spent his freshman year secretly fuming about how he had been forced to have sex with his “big brother”. Not that he didn't enjoy it, he just didn't like being treated like a bitch. The worse part came later that year, when his “big brother” became the chapter president.
Tony decided to take matters into his own hands. He filed a complaint against his frat with the Dean of Students for hazing (which the college frowned upon). This created quite the stir in the frat house the chapter was closed, the leaders suspended, and Tony was forced to petition the national fraternity for a transfer to another college so he could keep his scholarship.
They offered him a spot in San Diego. He had often heard how different those Californians were. He had watched 90210. They were all a bunch of rich party-goers. Completely harmless, unlike his inner-city frat brothers in Detroit.
He went California for the warm sun and bikini babes. He had never been further than 5 miles from his hometown. He was going to enjoy laying shirtless in the sand, watching all of the eye candy walking by. It was a giant adventure for him. Time to explore new places, meet new people and try new things.
After a long and grueling bus ride across the nation, he arrived in San Diego. As he got off the bus, he noticed four guys waiting in the terminal. The national chapter of his fraternity had told him that they would have some members of his new chapter pick him up.
They were the epitome of Californians. The tallest one had long blonde hair, two had short blonde crew-cuts, and the fourth had wavy dark hair. They were all well-tanned and were wearing bermuda shorts, sandals and tight t-shirts with their frat logo on it.
One of them greeted Tony with a handshake. “Hey man, Welcome to California! The national chapter told us about what happened in Detroit. Sorry about that, dude.”
They each greeted Tony warmly, two carried his luggage as they all left the station. It was about a two-hour drive to the college. They decided that since Tony had never seen the Pacific Ocean, they would stop for a break at one of their favorite party spots.
They pulled onto a dirt drive and drove down closer to the shore. They parked behind a large rock, unloaded a couple coolers and surfboards. Then, together, they made their way down a trail to the secluded beach.
Tony stared in awe at the roaring waves. He could smell the salty air. This was nothing like the great lakes. One of his new frat brothers handed him a pair of shorts to wear. “The girls should be showing up soon, they aren't too fond of jeans.” Tony went behind some grasses and changed.
One of his frat brothers tossed him a beer. They sat there around an empty fire-ring drinking. Two of the guys pulled off their shirts, revealing finely-formed chests and abs. “We're going for a dip, wanna come?”
Tony pulled off his shirt and ran to the water with his new brothers. They spent about an hour splashing, surfing, swimming, before returning to the other two on the beach. Tony noticed the other two had been making out. While this was something he wasn't too used to, he was fine with it.
They laid out on the white sandy beach for some time. Tony could feel the sun warming his soft skin. The warm, humid breezes from the ocean caressed his body. He closed his eyes and raised his face towards the sun, feeling the heat of its rays on his face. He dozed off for about 10 minutes, when one of his frat brothers woke him up.
Tony squinted his eyes from the sun behind the surfer-boy's back. It was the one with dark wavy hair. He began rubbing his fingers across the hairs on Tony's legs. At first, Tony wasn't sure how to respond. Unlike his “big brother” back in Detroit, this guy wasn't forcing him, and besides, this guy could surely get any chick he wanted, why not make friends?
“I heard about what they did to you back in Detroit. I hope this doesn't bother you. I just wanted to get off with you.” Tony just smiled, this was fairly harmless. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the other guy's warm, smooth shoulders. Their bodies pressed together, holding, caressing.
They other guy rolled off the top of Tony and onto his back. He pulled down his shorts and started slowly masturbating. Tony laid on his side, his body pressed against his new brother and began rubbing the other guy's nipple. After a few moments, he was done.
He rolled over onto his side, facing Tony. He ran his fingers up and down Tony's arm. “Thanks, that was great. You know, it's a shame we couldn't have more time together.”
Tony looked puzzled at the other guy. The other three were standing around them, each brandishing a sword. Tony's jaw dropped. “What the f**k is this?” He squirmed back in a crab-walk.
“You betray one chapter, you betray us all.” Tony gave him a swift kick to the face and took off down the beach with the others close behind. He ran down closer to the water, as the sand was packed better there.
He tripped once, but still had enough of a lead to get back up before they could catch him. He turned to go up the beach towards some grasses when he was tackled by one of the guys. They wrestled briefly, their bodies rolling and mingling in the sand before the other three had them surrounded. Tony tried to get up, but was shoved back down onto his back.
“Just let me go,” Tony's words were cut off with a “Huuughh.” as one of the guy rammed his sword down, nailing Tony in his soft gut. Tony's eyes widened from the shock, but the bright sun quickly squinted them close. He could feel his gut rise and fall, sliding along the blade with each breath. He raised his head briefly to see the sword buried deep in his navel. His strong, hair legs kicked and squirmed as blood oozed out from around the sides of the blade.
His frat brothers watched him squirm for several minutes, before a second blade was rammed into his chest. His legs kicked out, his arms flexed up grabbing the blade. Every muscle in Tony's body flexed to their fullest as he spewed out a gut-full of blood. His head hit the sand with a thud. His arms flopped down to his side. His hairy leg slowly tipped to the side, pulling the crotch of his shorts tight, creating his manly bulge moistened by his final orgasm.
He never betrayed his frat again...........
Tony was fairly young and naive. He grew up in a middle class neighborhood just outside of Detroit. He was always afraid to go into the bad neighborhoods in town. He often had nightmares of walking down a dark alley and getting shanked by a couple of thugs.
He had spent a year working hard in a factory and saving his money before finally starting college. He only had enough money for one year, so he had to find a way to finance the rest of his college.
He had met up with a frat during his first week at school. They were a bunch of alcohol-guzzling party animals. Since Tony was quite the life-of-the-party, the frat petitioned the national fraternity to extend Tony a scholarship to be able to keep going to school.
Things started out fine for Tony until initiation week. He and his fellow-inductees were subjected to all sorts of abuse (particularly sexual) during the two-week hazing period. He endured it fairly well, but totally despised the chapter leaders for allowing it.
He spent his freshman year secretly fuming about how he had been forced to have sex with his “big brother”. Not that he didn't enjoy it, he just didn't like being treated like a bitch. The worse part came later that year, when his “big brother” became the chapter president.
Tony decided to take matters into his own hands. He filed a complaint against his frat with the Dean of Students for hazing (which the college frowned upon). This created quite the stir in the frat house the chapter was closed, the leaders suspended, and Tony was forced to petition the national fraternity for a transfer to another college so he could keep his scholarship.
They offered him a spot in San Diego. He had often heard how different those Californians were. He had watched 90210. They were all a bunch of rich party-goers. Completely harmless, unlike his inner-city frat brothers in Detroit.
He went California for the warm sun and bikini babes. He had never been further than 5 miles from his hometown. He was going to enjoy laying shirtless in the sand, watching all of the eye candy walking by. It was a giant adventure for him. Time to explore new places, meet new people and try new things.
After a long and grueling bus ride across the nation, he arrived in San Diego. As he got off the bus, he noticed four guys waiting in the terminal. The national chapter of his fraternity had told him that they would have some members of his new chapter pick him up.
They were the epitome of Californians. The tallest one had long blonde hair, two had short blonde crew-cuts, and the fourth had wavy dark hair. They were all well-tanned and were wearing bermuda shorts, sandals and tight t-shirts with their frat logo on it.
One of them greeted Tony with a handshake. “Hey man, Welcome to California! The national chapter told us about what happened in Detroit. Sorry about that, dude.”
They each greeted Tony warmly, two carried his luggage as they all left the station. It was about a two-hour drive to the college. They decided that since Tony had never seen the Pacific Ocean, they would stop for a break at one of their favorite party spots.
They pulled onto a dirt drive and drove down closer to the shore. They parked behind a large rock, unloaded a couple coolers and surfboards. Then, together, they made their way down a trail to the secluded beach.
Tony stared in awe at the roaring waves. He could smell the salty air. This was nothing like the great lakes. One of his new frat brothers handed him a pair of shorts to wear. “The girls should be showing up soon, they aren't too fond of jeans.” Tony went behind some grasses and changed.
One of his frat brothers tossed him a beer. They sat there around an empty fire-ring drinking. Two of the guys pulled off their shirts, revealing finely-formed chests and abs. “We're going for a dip, wanna come?”
Tony pulled off his shirt and ran to the water with his new brothers. They spent about an hour splashing, surfing, swimming, before returning to the other two on the beach. Tony noticed the other two had been making out. While this was something he wasn't too used to, he was fine with it.
They laid out on the white sandy beach for some time. Tony could feel the sun warming his soft skin. The warm, humid breezes from the ocean caressed his body. He closed his eyes and raised his face towards the sun, feeling the heat of its rays on his face. He dozed off for about 10 minutes, when one of his frat brothers woke him up.
Tony squinted his eyes from the sun behind the surfer-boy's back. It was the one with dark wavy hair. He began rubbing his fingers across the hairs on Tony's legs. At first, Tony wasn't sure how to respond. Unlike his “big brother” back in Detroit, this guy wasn't forcing him, and besides, this guy could surely get any chick he wanted, why not make friends?
“I heard about what they did to you back in Detroit. I hope this doesn't bother you. I just wanted to get off with you.” Tony just smiled, this was fairly harmless. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the other guy's warm, smooth shoulders. Their bodies pressed together, holding, caressing.
They other guy rolled off the top of Tony and onto his back. He pulled down his shorts and started slowly masturbating. Tony laid on his side, his body pressed against his new brother and began rubbing the other guy's nipple. After a few moments, he was done.
He rolled over onto his side, facing Tony. He ran his fingers up and down Tony's arm. “Thanks, that was great. You know, it's a shame we couldn't have more time together.”
Tony looked puzzled at the other guy. The other three were standing around them, each brandishing a sword. Tony's jaw dropped. “What the f**k is this?” He squirmed back in a crab-walk.
“You betray one chapter, you betray us all.” Tony gave him a swift kick to the face and took off down the beach with the others close behind. He ran down closer to the water, as the sand was packed better there.
He tripped once, but still had enough of a lead to get back up before they could catch him. He turned to go up the beach towards some grasses when he was tackled by one of the guys. They wrestled briefly, their bodies rolling and mingling in the sand before the other three had them surrounded. Tony tried to get up, but was shoved back down onto his back.
“Just let me go,” Tony's words were cut off with a “Huuughh.” as one of the guy rammed his sword down, nailing Tony in his soft gut. Tony's eyes widened from the shock, but the bright sun quickly squinted them close. He could feel his gut rise and fall, sliding along the blade with each breath. He raised his head briefly to see the sword buried deep in his navel. His strong, hair legs kicked and squirmed as blood oozed out from around the sides of the blade.
His frat brothers watched him squirm for several minutes, before a second blade was rammed into his chest. His legs kicked out, his arms flexed up grabbing the blade. Every muscle in Tony's body flexed to their fullest as he spewed out a gut-full of blood. His head hit the sand with a thud. His arms flopped down to his side. His hairy leg slowly tipped to the side, pulling the crotch of his shorts tight, creating his manly bulge moistened by his final orgasm.
He never betrayed his frat again...........
And As Always,
Happy Battlings and a Glorious Death to You All!!!!
B&D
Happy Battlings and a Glorious Death to You All!!!!
B&D
Beautiful end! He got what he deserved