The Super Bet: Part 1

References the Tau Omega Chi fraternity mentioned in Epic Roshambo, A Woman Scorned and The Conquest of Tau Omega Chi so you may want to re-read those stories before continuing but isn't necessary.

It was a bright, unusually warm February afternoon and up and down Fraternity Row was abuzz with activity.  Up and down the mansion-lined street, some students were unloading grocery bags, decorations and kegs of beer out of cars and trucks while others were busily hanging football themed banners or setting up elaborate party sized tents in front yards of stately manor houses.

The Sigma Ro sorority had erected a large cardboard cutout of San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge and across the street another sorority countered by building an  enormous paper machete arrowhead on their front lawn with "Kansas Or Bust" spray painted across the front.  Several of the girls were mingling about drinking cocktails, wearing slightly less clothing than was appropriate for the weather, and mingling with passersby, among which was Tau Omega Chi's charismatic chapter president Lyle Morgan.

"If you ladies are looking for a party, stop over later,"

He motioned his head toward the stately brick mansion down the lane he was walking toward and gave a wink to an attractive young woman holding a beer.  The coed nodded back and licked her lips suggestively.

Lyle, who was carrying a box full of top shelve liquor bottles whistled approvingly as he made his way up to the door of the Tau Omega Chi house and before he could rap on the door, it flew open and the box was practically ripped from his hands by Pip.

"Just in time, Lyle!" the handsome red head smiled, "the natives are getting restless. 

Lyle followed Pip through the grand foyer, down the hall to the large parlor at the back of the house.  The large overstuffed dark leather couches and chairs into rows of facing two massive smart TVs on either side of the the fireplace, whose usual roaring fire had been replaced with ice filled buckets of beer.  There was palpable excitement in the air as the young men, their faces painted either in the color schemes of the San Francisco 49er's or the Kansas City Chiefs, talked boisterously among themselves or watched the pregame coverage intently on the televisions.   A cheer went up when Travis, a shorter brown haired brother spotted the bounty in Pip's arms. 

A crowd of thirsty, rowdy boys descended and the box Pip was carrying was quickly emptied of its contents.

"Mmm, that's smooth," Monty Garcia laughed as he took a heavy swig of Lagavulin scotch straight from the bottle.

"You're a lush, Monty," Travis teased as he cracked open a can beer.

Lyle's strikingly gorgeous yet eerily dispassionate eyes scanned the room, pleased with himself at the revelry he had orchestrated.  Tau Omega Chi was the premier fraternity on campus and he prided himself on keeping up appearances and this year's Super Bowl watch party was no exception; no expense had been spared.   He had tapped the fraternity's large coffers to provide a gourmet spread of heavy hors d'oeuvres splayed out on the heavy oak tables the lined the room, premium liquors and seemingly bottomless coolers of beer that were silently replenished by pledges whom he had forced to wear white T-shirts with the phrase 'Water Boy' scrawled on them in black, bold marker.  As was customary for Amajor University's fraternities, the big game watch parties were closed affairs with the house opening up to visitors after the final touch down, at which time Fraternity Row became a massive block party.  Sorority sisters paraded from fraternity to fraternity enjoying being lusted after by throngs of horny young men and fraternity brothers would meander from house to house as if to take stock of the competition.  But Tau Omega Chi wasn't so much 'competition' as it was the gold standard all of the other young men on Fraternity Row looked up to and Lyle was excited to reinforce that superior image... 

Lyle's self adoration was interrupted as a short, muscular young man wearing only a white T-shirt with 'Water Boy' written across it and a pair of tight blue underwear bumped into him holding a bucket full of beers.

"Where are your pants, Mark?" Lyle barked.

Mark flushed red.

"Brother Monty told me to take them off, sir. Sorry, sir."  

Lyle rolled his eyes and dismissed the clumsy water boy, though he was pleased at the military like discipline he had drilled into his fraternity brothers.  As Lyle made his way around the room he noticed that none of the beer refilling pledges were wearing pants, only tight white shirts that clung to their taught upper bodies and underwear that seemed to barely contain their packages. 

"I take it you had a hand in this?" Lyle smirked as he approached Monty Garcia, a bronze skinned runner with almost comically beefy calves.

Monty laughed "Well, the food spread is great, but I thought it this whole thing could use a bit of... eye candy."

Monty licked his lips as Alan, a tall, handsome pledge with black, slicked back hair bumped past him.  Alan's rippled abs were barely constrained by his comically-too-small shirt and his large nuts were nearly bursting out of his yellow briefs.

"Besides, it helps remind them they aren't quite one of us yet,"

Lyle nodded approvingly.

To keep up with Tau Omega Chi's air of exclusivity only four pledges had been selected this term. There was Mark, a short but powerfully built sophomore. Alan, a tall handsome junior and Connor and Vance, two devastatingly handsome blondes.  In what was becoming the aesthetic of the fraternity under Lyle's rule, all of soon-to-be members were athletic, confident and handsome young men with notably large packages between their well-toned legs, traits that were evident in their skimpy costumes.  Even the straightest Tau Omega Chi brother couldn't help but admire these young men as they displayed themselves like pieces of meat.

There was a riotous cheer as the a dramatic anthem announced that the pre-game show was over and that the actual football game was about to start.  All of the brother's gathered on the couches while the four pledges stood by ready to snap at any command they were given.  The national anthem had just started when Pip barked "Bring me some nachos!" to no one in particular.

Alan sprang into action, his muscular body moving with speed as he obeyed the command.

The sports commentators were giving their last minute insights and predictions and there was tangible excitement in the air as the watching frat boys leaned in as if doing so would magically transport them to the stadium.

"Go Fourty-Niners, go!" half of them shouted.

"Fuck the Fourty-Niners!" came the other.

"Bring it, San Fran-trash!" Monty bellowed.

"Kansas is gonna' get stomped!" came another voice.

Suddenly Lyle had a mischievous thought and he pushed pause on the remote control.  There was an audible gasp from the watching crowd as suddenly the image on the screen stopped, the camera showing a dramatic overhead shot of the stadium.

Lyle stood in front of the screen and shouted "Can I get a 'hell yeah' for San Francisco!"

Roughly half the boys shouted back.

"Can I get a 'hell yeah' for KC!" 

Again, roughly half of the boys shouted back.

Lyle kept alternating between the teams, working his fellow brothers into a raucous crescendo of 'hell yes', feet stomping in unison and excite building in the air.  He loved the way something as ultimately inconsequential as a football game, combined with his own charisma, had worked nearly twenty men into a frenzy.  He was confident he could have literally gone all night, the screens showing nothing but the frozen image of the stadium, and the rowdy crowd wouldn't have noticed, but he did want to see who actually won the game because...

"Brothers! I think we need to raise the stakes!"

Without even knowing what Lyle was getting at, everyone gave a shout.  The charismatic fraternity president had gotten them completely under his spell. 

"Pledge Mark! Pledge Alan! Pledge Connor! Pledge Vance! Front and center!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

The four pledges shouted in obedient unison as they lined up in front of the room.  There were some lusty cat calls from the crowd as the four handsome young men stood at attention waiting for Lyle's instructions and Lyle took a moment to eye the four overstuffed pouches admiringly.

Lyle strolled coolly so that he was standing behind and between Connor and Alan and then, without warning, reached his hands between their legs and cupped each pledge's junk gently in each hand.  Beads of sweat formed across Alan and Connor's forehead; they had heard the infamous rumors about brothers who had long since graduated being permanently removed from the gene pool...

"These are some prime pledges we have this year, wouldn't you agree, Brother Monty,"  Lyle shouted.

Monty and few of the other watching brothers whistled approvingly.

Lyle let go of Alan and Connor only to take up the same stance - and hold - behind Mark and Vance.  Vance couldn't help himself from getting aroused as he felt Lyle's hot breath on his neck and his balls resting in the handsome president's hands.  Monty howled in approval as Vance's thick cock swelled in his shorts, straining against the fabric.

Lyle held the pose for a few more seconds before letting go of Vance and Mark's heavy nuts and standing before the crowd of randy - and now horny - frat brothers.

"Let's make this game interesting, shall we.  Vance and Mark, you stand here and Alan and Connor, here."

Lyle motioned for them to separate into two pairs, one in front of each giant television which roughly split the room in two. 

There were confused murmurs from the crowd as the pledges stood stone faced and on full display in front of them.  Lyle smirked, waiting for someone to give him the opening to explain his devious plan.

"So what'dya mean, Brother President?" someone shouted from the back.

Lyle's cold grey eyes glinted as he cleared his throat and casually began his proclamation.

"First, I need everyone who is rooting for San Francisco to sit on this side of the room, and Kansas fans on the other,"

There were several minutes of shuffling and activity as all of the  young men rearranged themselves, some of them grudgingly as they had already settled into comfortable perches. After everyone was settled again, half the brothers, fifteen of them, were sitting on the side in front of Alan and Connor and the other fifteen were in front of Vance and Mark.  Lyle was pleased at the unwavering command he had over the group.

"So, since these four fine pledges want to be full brothers one day, I think it is fair that they offer up their... services to the fans of the losing team."  Lyle bellowed.

"If San Francisco loses, Vance and Mark let those fans take out their stress on them. And if Kansas City loses, Alan and Connor do the same for the Kansas fans."

There was growing excitement in the room, even though no one quite knew what Lyle was ultimately getting at.  Monty, and several others, hoped that Lyle was suggesting that the scantly clad pledges would be forced to bend over and be raged fucked by the losing team...

"And by take out frustration I mean..."

Without warning, Lyle grabbed Alan by the shoulders and rammed his knee into his crotch, causing the taller Alan to nearly topple on top of him.

There as a shout from the Kansas City side of the room.

"I kinda' hope KC loses now," one of them laughed while Alan regained his composure.

"Of course, this is a free country, if a pledge doesn't want to commit to the brotherhood now's the time to leave,"

Lyle's eyes flashed almost with rage as he motioned toward the door and, not to his surprise, none of the four pledges dared make a move toward the door. 

The entire room erupted into hoots and cheers and the brothers openly joked about what they would do to the stress balls offered up to the losing team's fans.  Monty and Pip were especially vocal, and violent, remembering their own harrowing hazing experience.

With that, Lyle un-paused the game, retook his seat in the front and the pledges, whose hearts were now pounding, took their stations along the side of the room ready to bring drinks and snacks on command.  The brothers leaned in to watch the game intently... but the pledges were watching even more closely...

To be continued.