Loyatly: A Sequel to "Push Comes to Shove"
By: Giantguy
So you made it through rush and now you’re in – so fuckin’
cool, got in the biggest jock frat on campus, you got it
made. even made a new buddy, mike. you bonded during hell
week when you thought you were gonna get kicked out for sure,
but the two of you stuck together and now it’s smooth
sailing.
everybody got one of the upperclassmen keeping an eye on ‘em,
kind of a big brother deal. you both lucked out there too –
mike got josh the frat president, and you ended up with greg,
the biggest fucker in the whole frat, the whole school even.
he was like a tank out on the football field, six four, 230
and solid as a rock. he never said a whole lot but it was
cool just hanging out with him watching tv and having some
brews. you kept wanting to ask him if maybe you could work
out with him, get some pointers or something, but you never
got up the courage for it. maybe later you would.
around when midterms were coming up there was a big meeting.
josh talked a lot about loyalty and how it was the most
important part of the brotherhood. everybody had to remember
their loyalty when they got their assignments.
“what assignments are they talking about?” mike asked you,
but right then josh started handing them out. each of the
new guys was going to have to go in and take an exam for
their big brother.
“they’re all big lecture classes so they don’t fuckin know
who is who. it’s fuckin’ easy,” josh told everybody. you
figured mike would do okay, he was pretty damn smart. and
knowing greg, well if you pulled a c on the test everybody
would figure that was him. a fuckin muscle hulk but not a
huge brain on the guy.
you get through it no problem – a history test that was a
fuckin snap. you wait around for mike after his exam but he
doesn’t show up, so you head back to the house. you just
kick back for a while... later on you hear some of the guys
talking. you piece it together – some hardass prof made
everybody show IDs and mike got caught, and he and josh both
got dragged in the dean’s office and they were gettin their
asses chewed good. story was that josh said he didn’t know
anything but mike caved. damn. they mustve really been
putting the screws to him.
couple hours later josh and mike come in. mike’s looking
like he’s been whupped, and josh has kind of a strange look
on his face, almost grinning. definitely not looking like
the dean just threatened to kick him out of school.
“hey buddy,” he was saying to mike, “guess the pressure was
too much for ya. but that’s what we’re here for, help ya get
tough. ain’t that right, greg?” you look over and there’s
greg standing with josh and mike, just nodding, getting the
same expression on his face, him and josh trading looks.
“greg’s gonna help you out, and he doesn’t do that for
anybody. you just need to get tough. go on downstairs with
greg, work out hard, get it out of your system.” the frat
house basement had a bunch of old freeweights and a couple
benches. it was pretty much greg’s turf and hardly any body
else went down there. you sit back – guess things were gonna
be okay for mike after all.
greg and mike head downstairs, and josh starts going for the
john. “hey josh,” one of the other brothers calls out, “what
ya gonna do with your little bro the squealer?” josh just
shakes his head and grins again. “loyalty, man. gotta
remember loyalty.” as josh leaves one of the guys whispers
to his buddy – you hear something like, kicked out the back
door. weird.
you sit there flippin through sports illustrated, figuring
you’ll wait for mike. you check your watch – damn they’ve
been down there a long time. you sit up a little – greg must
be putting them through a fucking tough workout, you could
hear greg grunting like a fuckin ox all the way up the
stairs. damn. mike must be a fuckin’ dishrag by now. then
you could hear something that sounded like mike...
you look around ... everybody was in their rooms or out
someplace. maybe you should go down there and just be ready
to help mike out when greg was done working him over. you
put down the mag and head over to the basement door. maybe
they’d get on your case for interfering but hell, you were
doing it to help a brother out.
you open the door and slip in, closing it behind you. there
is no light on the stairs, but you can see a little bit with
the dim light from the basement. you start down the steps,
figuring you will just take a look and see if mike needs any
help. greg must be pounding out a huge set, you think, cause
he is grunting and groaning louder and louder. maybe he’s
got mike lifting at the same time, cause you can hear mike
moaning a little, like he can’t get his breath.
you get to the bottom of the steps, and look around into the
basement. there they are... but what the FUCK? you blink a
couple of times, trying to see clearly in the dim light, and
you take a couple of steps forward.
greg is facing away from you, straddling one of the flat
benches, supporting himself with his hands, his big guns
flexing as he grips the bench. he is covered in sweat,
bellowing as he strains and flexes his legs and his glutes.
your jaw drops open as you see what he is doing.
you see mike buried more than halfway up greg’s ass, his
upper torso and head wedged between ‘s greg meaty butt
cheeks. you hear mike moaning, his face red and contorted,
as greg’s powerful muscles pull him in further with each
flex.
you feel adrenalin pouring through your body, your heartbeat
hammering in your ears. what the fuck – how was that even
fucking possible – greg was engulfing mike more with each
mighty heave. you come closer and closer, seeing that greg
is so focused on his mission that he doesn’t hear you.
you are close enough to smell the raw animal sweat pouring
off of greg’s wide back, his lats flexing as he grabs the
bench harder. the body heat radiating from him is intense.
you kneel down, smelling the musk from his ass cheeks. mike
groggily opens his eyes.
“fuck man!” you whisper as greg grunts again. “what the
fuck!!!”
mike opens his mouth to answer, gasping for breath. he
stares into your eyes as he is pulled in, greg slurping him
up his ass further, his head now between greg’s asscheeks.
“aaaahhh FUUUUUUUUCK YEAH” greg grunts, making another huge
effort. you watch almost hypnotized as mike slides down into
greg’s sweaty crack, the muscular glutes squeezing and
closing over his face.
“Learn all kinds of things around here, don’t ya man.” you
jump at the sound of josh’s voice behind you. you turn
around – josh is at the bottom of the stairs with three of
the other upperclassmen standing behind him.
“thought we told the two of you that loyalty was the most
important thing.” josh comes forward, walking over to greg,
slapping him on the ass as greg lies heaving on the bench.
“good job buddy, good job.” he looks up at the others.
“somebody get greg some water man, move!” one of the guys
comes over with a bottle. greg gulps the entire thing, still
panting.
you start to back away, but the other two guys block the
stairs. you hear josh talking to greg, leaning close and
talking low. “you doin’ okay there buddy? cause it ain’t
over yet.”
the next thing you know the two guys have grabbed you,
picking you up, holding you as you struggle. josh and the
other one start taking your shoes off. the more you fight,
the tighter they hold you, slowly stripping you bare, the
clammy air of the basement wet on your skin.
you look over at greg, who has recovered and is standing up,
facing away from you, his ass high white round and hard. he
slowly bends over the bench again.
“Do it” you hear him say in his low voice.
the guys carry you toward him, gripping you tightly, two of
them holding your legs together and holding your feet at the
ankle. they push you against greg’s smooth ass, your feet
slipping into his sweaty crack, sinking deep between them
with no resistance, his ass gripping you and slurping you in
halfway to your knees.
josh looks down at you, smirking. “didn’t know what kind of
talents greg here had until his hell week when he fuckin’
sucked one of the guys clear up his ass. makes it pretty
easy man to keep everybody in line... when they know where
they go when they’ve fucked up.”
greg starts grunting, flexing his ass cheeks together. you
feel his powerful muscles wrapping around you, hot wet slick
and tight. another heave and you are in midway up your
thighs. the guys holding you laugh... you wonder how many
times they’ve seen this... greg straining to swallow one of
his frat brothers up his ass...
they push your arms against your sides and in the next slurp
you are pulled in to your waist, your hands and arms now
pinned in the iron grip of greg’s insatiable ass.
the guys start chanting, like they did at the saturday night
chugalug contests...
“go go go go go GO GO GO GO GO” greg begins to flex and
heave in rhythm, working as hard as if he were trying to
powerlift twice his weight. you are pulled in deeper, to
your chest, panting as you try to catch your breath.
“uuuUUUUUUUUUGH” greg makes a tremendous effort and you feel
yourself sliding in just like mike did... your head now
begins to slip in between greg’s flexing buns. you feel the
sweaty, hard muscle working against each side of your face,
the musk overpowering. you can see the rest of the frat
brothers standing at the bottom of the stairs, all of them
silently witnessing the punishment for disloyalty to the
brotherhood.
josh kneels down, leaning so close to you he could almost
lick greg’s buttcheeks. he whispers right in your face.
“sorry man... we’re kickin ya out...” and he chuckles. you
feel greg’s assmuscles flexing, and you are drawn in slowly,
feeling his sphincter sliding up and over your face...into
the hot dark wetness...
the rest of the brothers watch as greg groans, feeling you
slip deep between his cheeks, his overstretched ass closing
and squeezing you in further and further. he stays where he
is, catching his breath. then he slowly stands up and turns
around. he pumps his fist in the air, grinning, as the
brothers start cheering.
josh motions to two of the guys to break out the beer,
slapping greg on the ass again. fuckin best thing he ever
did was team up with greg. there was no stopping them, and
the other guys all knew it. he popped a brew and handed to
greg, who chugged it, wiped his mouth, and grinned.
loyalty. all came down to loyalty.