Frat Initiation - Part 1

Frat Initiation - Part 1

Based on an original story by Zoroaster

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Tim had never really wanted to join a fraternity. It wasn't that he particularly had anything against them, but he was just beginning his sophomore year of college, and had so many reasons not to rush. For one thing, he had to study most of the time to keep his 4.0 GPA and his academic scholarship. And the rest of the time when he wasn't in class or studying, he was in the campus gym working a body that most guys would die for. So Tim didn’t have time to spend on social activities, particularly the notoriously raucous, rowdy, and non-academic Greek system. 

The achingly handsome young man lived in town in a small, cheap, crappy apartment he had rented since leaving the care of the State. He’d never known either of his birth parents, who had died when Tim was just an infant, and he had been shuffled around to various foster homes and orphanages most of his life. When adolescence hit, Tim had had a hard time of it - the people he was living with at the time were not especially kind to him, so Tim had signed up for all sorts of after school activities so he didn't have to go home until he absolutely had to. 

Tim proved to be a natural for any sports-related activity he set his mind to, and by the time he graduated high school at the tender age of 17, Tim had set State high school records in a number of strength events, like shot put, discus, hammer throw, and power lifting, and he also helped bring the three high school teams to regional championships in soccer, baseball, and football. Tim’s future in athletics looked extremely bright. 

And so everyone was shocked when, at the end of high school, Tim chose not to take any athletic scholarships, and indeed swore off nearly all athletic events altogether. Due to his harsh upbringing as an orphan and a ward of the State, Tim was a loner by nature, and had never enjoyed the attention and accolades of his coaches and peers, and in fact hated his celebrity status as a star athlete. Tim had always been dedicated to his academic pursuits, and had earned top grades all through high school, grades that were stellar enough to gain him a full academic scholarship to the local State college. 

The two athletic pursuits that Tim continued to enjoy were weight training and running, as both forms of fitness where individual and not team sports. With all the other sports activities cut from his life, Tim focused on just these two forms of exercise. And to stunning effect. 

Tim had always been large for his age, and as he grew, it soon became clear that he possessed awesome genetic gifts for putting on muscle and mass. By the time Tim graduated high school, he had gained his full height of 6’4”, and had already packed a whopping 270 pounds of pure muscle on his huge frame. Over the following summer, he worked out with fierce dedication, and by the time fall rolled around and college began, he had already packed another 25 pounds of pure muscle onto his already enormous physique. At barely 18 years of age, Tim had created a physique that would have easily swept any regional or state bodybuilding titles, and could very likely go up against the big boys themselves, the pro bodybuilders. But Tim had no interest in titles and awards – he had begun to lift weights at first simply to escape an unhappy home life, but he had grown to love working out for its own sake, and now did it because he enjoyed it. 

Tim loved the power his body gave him over others. He wasn't an asshole about it, but he got off on how he'd get stared at in the grocery store. He worked for the campus landscaping service, and when it was warm out, he would shed his shirt at every opportunity, reveling in the appreciative (and sometimes lustful) looks of the other guys on the crew or of the people walking by. At the gym he'd get off on how the other guys admired him as he shoved massive weights up and down, up and down. When he was done working out he'd stare at himself in the mirror at the gym for a few minutes, flexing his pecs or arms and admiring himself, and taking note of the other eyes that were staring at him as well. 

And over the next year, Tim continued to add pound after pound of beefy muscle to his already enormous physique, making his muscles grow to truly gargantuan proportions. Without the help of steroids or artificial supplements of any kind, Tim added an unbelievable 50 pounds to his physique in his first year of college, and now weighed a staggering 345 pounds of pure beef, with a body fat percentage that naturally stayed in the 4-6% range. 

Despite his staggering weight and sheer mass, Tim carried the weight well, and was perfectly proportioned, without the bloated or grotesque look of many pro bodybuilders. Most amazing of all, Tim was barely 19 years old, and still had a tremendous amount of growth potential. Who knew just how big this young bull stud would get!? 

Tim’s vital statistics were hard to believe, until you actually saw him in person. Starting from the top, Tim had a neck that was over 21 ½ inches thick, a true bull neck, that flared into two incredibly thick trapezius muscles. Tim’s shoulders were over a yard wide, and the deltoids themselves were the size of cannonballs, and ten times as solid. His chest was truly a monument to muscular masculinity, stretching the measuring tape to over 76 inches. Each squared pec was a massive slab of muscle more than six inches thick, hanging like two mighty plates of armor over his enormous rib cage, and topped by two of the most succulent nipples ever to grace a man. Tim’s lats flared as wide as barn doors, showcasing an enormous and thickly muscular back that tapered majestically down to an almost ridiculously narrow, 33-inch waist. Tim’s chest measurement more than two times the size of his waist! And his astounding, eye-popping guns were themselves nearly as large as his waist, measuring 28 ½ inches in circumference when completely cold!! Especially when one considers that there is hardly an ounce of fat on Tim’s body, it becomes clear that he possesses some of the largest arms on the planet, and may even hold the supreme title itself. Beneath his rock-solid ass are two legs out of legend. Tim’s thighs measured 38 inches, larger than his own waist, and his calves measured over 24 inches, larger than the biceps of most pro bodybuilders. All in all, Tim is an amazing sight to behold, a true super hero of a man, and one of the most muscular men the world has ever seen. 

Tim liked to work out in the late afternoon hours, when the gym wasn’t usually as crowded and he didn’t have to fight to get to the equipment. On one particularly slow day, there were only three guys in the gym - Tim, and two other guys doing curls. He couldn't help but overhear their conversation… 

"Yeah, dude, they actually pay you, like, fourteen hundred for having good grades. That's the only way I can afford the membership fee," one said. 

‘Pay for good grades?’ Tim thought. This sounded interesting - as a foster kid, he didn't have any parents or other relatives he could fall back on, and when he left for college he pretty much told Roy and Nadine to go fuck themselves - Roy would get drunk and try to fuck him, and Nadine just popped tranquilizers all the time. Tim survived on the stipend from his scholarship and the campus job, and barely made enough to feed himself, buy his text books, and pay his rent. 

"Can you join after your freshman year?" the other guy asked. 

"Yeah, it's just a little harder. They always want guys with good grades and shit, though. You should come to rush. Initiation's hell though, and they always make it harder on the older guys." 

Tim looked at the guy in the mirror and noticed the guy's shirt – Theta Chi. He knew they were one of the oldest and most notorious fraternities, infamous for their drunken parties and typical jock behavior. Their national chapter had just built them a huge nice new frat house near the athletic center. 

‘I can't join a fraternity,’ Tim thought to himself, ‘even if they do pay.’ He thought of all the reasons he couldn't - no time, no money, but most of all, because Tim was gay. 

It was another of the reasons he just worked out all the time. Tim had known that he was queer early on in life, and was okay with it, but just, well...his sexual tastes ran toward the bizarre. "You're not even a real man," his foster father George had told him after catching a twelve-year-old Tim in the bathroom with a gay porn mag he'd found. George was his third foster father, a construction worker whose IQ was somewhere near his belt size. George flexed his bicep and pointed to it, with Tim cowering in the corner expecting another beating. "This is what makes a man!" George continued. "Hell, if I had my way, pussies like you would have their balls cut off 'em." 

George hadn't beaten him that night but Tim ran away soon after. He'd left on a rainy night in the spring, walking down the city streets with no particular destination, muttering to himself. “Asshole. I'd like to cut HIS balls off.” 

For years, even as much as he hated George, Tim had still felt like he deserved to be castrated. At first it was guilt over being gay or not feeling masculine enough, but with time he accepted his queerness, and by George's definition was more of a man than that fuck ever was. Hell, he was more of a man than ANYONE else was! Tim had one of the most masculine and muscular physiques ever developed, and stunningly handsome good looks to match. But even more than that, Tim’s greatest genetic blessing came in his sexual endowment. 

The sheer size of the block and tackle swinging between Tim’s enormously muscular thighs was spectacular, and he was hung like a prize stud bull. His massive, uncut cock was so thick and long that it looked like an elephant’s trunk, measuring just over 10” long when completely limp, as thick as a Coke can and covered with thick, gnarled veins. And when Tim’s horse cock was hard, it swelled to truly gargantuan dimensions, lengthening to over 16” of steel hard cock. The girth of the young man’s humongous penis grew as well, swelling thicker than a baseball bat and longer than a man’s forearm! Tim’s cock looked like a rock solid flesh cannon, and in truth, that’s what it was. 

Beneath that monster of a cock hung two testicles that were so large, so enormous, so gargantuan that the almost defied description. Each mammoth orb was larger than the largest of grapefruit and were monstrous, obscene, and intensely masculine. Even that prize stud bull would be jealous of awesome size and virility of Tim’s low-hanging spuds. 

And man did those balls hang low! Super low! Yes, even lower than the balls of a bull! Just the awesome weight of those twin stud nuts would have been enough to stretch out Tim’s thick scrotal sac, but combine the great mass of those bull orbs with Tim’s favorite pastime of pulling and stretching his balls, and you got an unbelievable dangle. When released from the confines of his tightly packed jeans, Tim’s beefy balls naturally hung over 6” from his crotch, where they would gently swing and sway, creating an intensely erotic sight. And when he set his mind to it, Tim could stretch them even farther than that. A LOT farther… If Tim’s balls already had a natural dangle of over 6” at the young age of 19, just think how low they’d be swinging when he reached 30!  

Tim’s magnificent set of nuts were obviously the source of his awesome masculinity and incredibly beefy musculature. They were also a great source of guilt and shame for Tim, and he was embarrassed by the monstrously over-sized nature of his bull balls. In high school, Tim tried to shower at the school gym when no one else was around, but one day he mistakenly thought the showers would be empty, and while he was in there, the entire swim team came in to take showers. Tim was caught unaware and was unable to hide, and so the entire team was able to see Tim’s gigantic endowment for the very first time. Though Tim never showered in the school gym again, it was already too late; his status quickly became legendary, and many girls (and no few boys) tried — unsuccessfully — for the rest of high school to seduce the young and hung muscle stud. 

Just finding clothes that fit was a difficult task for the massive young man. He already had to shop at specialty stores and through bodybuilder catalogues due to his massive musculature, but he had an even more difficult time trying to find clothes that hid his gargantuan cock and balls, and still allow him to walk without crushing his balls between his mammoth thighs. And forget about going “commando” – Tim’s balls hung so low that they would slip halfway down one of his baggy pant legs if they were not restrained. Tim had to special order jock straps from Canada that could not just accommodate the great bulk of his man meat and nuts, but that were also reinforced to carry the incredible weight of his genitals. 

Having balls nearly the size of coconuts also created another problem for the big stud. Massive balls also meant massive quantities of sperm. Tim’s moose nuts produced sperm at a fantastic rate, and though the balls themselves were massive in size, even they could not contain their burgeoning load for long. Tim found that he had to masturbate at least 5 or 6 times a day in order to avoid extremely painful congestion in his huge nuts, and there was always seemed to be plenty more sperm where that came from. 

In fact, Tim had never managed to milk his burly nuts completely dry, as his sperm production always seemed to keep up with ejaculation. One afternoon toward the end of high school, Tim felt incredibly randy and went on a masturbation spree, jacking himself off a dozen times in less than two hours. Each orgasm was a knock-you-to-the-ground, soak-the-mattress deluge of ripe and potent man cream, and never diminished in size from orgasm number one to orgasm number twelve. Though Tim was left satiated, he could tell that there was plenty more untapped sperm waiting in his beefy bull nuts. The young man was simply a walking and breathing sperm machine! 

If Tim did not keep up with releasing the sperm build up in his nuts, he was subject to spontaneous and extremely messy ejaculations that could happen any time, and anywhere. The worst such incident occurred in Tim’s first quarter at the university. It was finals week, and he had been studying so hard that he neglected to beat off for three whole days. That was the longest he had ever gone without cumming since he had hit puberty and become sexually capable at the tender young age of ten. 

He ran into problems partway into a four-hour chemistry final. Tim had worn baggy sweat pants that day, for his awesome nuts ached so much that anything more form-fitting caused tremendous soreness and pain. During the exam, the pain intensified tenfold, making it difficult for Tim to concentrate on the test, and his traitorous cock began to grow hard and leak copious amounts of precum into his pants. In a matter of ten minutes, the front of Tim’s pants were soaked, and the precum began to drip from his pants and onto the floor. Tim prayed that no one would notice the puddle that was starting to form beneath him, and he redoubled his efforts to try to finish the test before he blew his load. 

Tim began to squirm in his seat, and small moans began to escape from his lips as he focused all his energy on completing the test and keeping himself from cumming. As it turned out, both happened simultaneously – just as Tim finished the last question, the incredible pressure in his bloated bull nuts became too great, and he began to blast a truly massive load into his pants. Since his pants were already soaked, the great gushes of sperm poured out the front of his pants, and down his mighty, meaty legs as well, creating a vast pool of hot sperm beneath him that soon began to expand toward his nearby fellow students. 

His face beet red with shame and embarrassment, Tim left his finished exam on the table, clutched his books to his drenched crotch, and ran from the room, trailing a river of sticky and stinky cum behind him as still more sperm thundered out of his cannon-like cock. By the time he got home, Tim was forced to throw away his ruined books. From that point forward, Tim jacked off before nearly every class and every exam, just to make sure he did not have a repeat performance. 

Oh, and he aced the chemistry test… 

Yes, Tim’s great nuts caused him great shame and embarrassment, and he fantasized about having his enormous balls destroyed. He thought about his big balls being tied off with twine and cut free from his body; about his mammoth nuts being stretched to the breaking point and then chopped off with a butcher knife; about having his beefy bull balls placed in a vise that was slowly closed, crushing his balls until they popped; and about having his burly man orbs crushed by repeated blows from boots, clubs, or stacks of weights dropped from a great height. He'd think about knives to do it, machines, other people. He became obsessed with the destruction of his mighty, manly balls. 

At home and when he got horny, Tim would brutally abuse his own balls while fantasizing about having them destroyed. Some time early in high school Tim began his fetish about stretching his balls. He would take a thick cord and tie it around the base of his scrotum, and then begin to tightly wrap the cord around the scrotal neck, forcing his balls farther and farther down in their sac. His balls would swell slightly from the constriction, and the whole sac would turn an angry shade of red bordering on purple. Over time, Tim managed to stretch his balls farther and farther still, and several times had to go out and buy a new, longer length of rope once the earlier one became too short. Now, in his 19^th year, Tim could wrap his nuts so tightly that the neck of his scrotum was stretched a full 10 ½ ”, and he seemed determined to extend that stretch to a full foot before the year was out! The braided cord created a tube of flesh that looked ridiculously long and narrow, ending in a massive double balloon of gargantuan bull nuts. His balls, if anything, looked even bigger as they bulged at the end of his overstretched sac, the scrotal skin stretched so dangerously thin that every detail of the surface of those massive orbs was plainly visible, including the tracery of fine veins that gave those mighty man lumps life. Having his balls so perilously close to bursting forth from their sac and tearing free of his body was a powerful turn on for Tim, and prepared him for the next part of his fantasy. 

Tim would then position his huge balls onto some solid surface, like a butcher’s block or a stone counter top. By this point, his cock was always rock hard and pointing skyward, well out of the way for the next round of attention. Once his balls were in place, Tim would grab a mallet or a club of some kind, and begin wailing on his beefy nuts, sometimes for hours at a time. 

His self-brutalization ritual was also self-perpetuating. As time went by, his beefy balls grew tougher and tougher, stronger and stronger, and were able to endure ever greater punishments. The huge orbs even grew larger still, both from the thickening of their protective outer shell, and from the further stimulation of his sperm production, which caused the meat of the testicles themselves to grow as well. Tim had started years ago with a simple wooden club, but had steadily progressed on to harder and more brutal instruments – a police officer’s billy club, a table leg, a hard rubber mallet. 

Tim would raise the mallet high, his titanically muscular arm bulging with raw power, and bring the mallet down with crushing force into his brutally stretched and utterly defenseless testicles. The mallet would land with a beefy SMACK!! into Tim’s straining ball flesh, causing the great orbs to bulge and deform slightly around the head of the mallet. The effect was awesome and immediate, huge bolts of agony shooting through Tim’s balls into his groin and belly. Before he even had time to recover, Tim would lift the mallet high into the air again, and land a second mighty blow into his screaming nuts. And again! And again!! And again and again and again and again and again and again!!! Tim threw all of his super human strength into each devastating blow, and the sheer force and power of a single blow would have been enough to shatter and pulverize a lesser man’s testicles. But Tim’s incredibly tough and powerful balls not only survived, they begged for more, begged to be destroyed, broken, reduced to a jellied mass of quivering ball meat. And again and again and again, Tim would try to burst his huge balls, but to no avail. 

The pain made it all really come alive to him; made him feel like more of a man for being able to take it. Invariably, he would eventually cum in gigantic ropes of thick splooge all over his massive pectorals and his chiseled stomach, thinking about the pain and damage the mallet was inflicting on his balls, and wishing he could just make the massive nuts go away. 

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