Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1998 18:38:56 EST
From: TheoNorth@aol.com
Subject: LeaDR House 11

WARNING: The following is a work of fiction containing
(hopefully) graphic descriptions of sex between any number of
willing men. If this sort of material offends you, you shouldn't
be reading it. If you are too young to read this sort of
material, you shouldn't be reading it. If however, you are of age
and you're sitting in your dorm room and no one else is around
and you can't figure out why you get a hard-on every time your
best buddy drops his shorts and heads to the shower...read on my
friend.

This story is fictional. Any similarities between the men in this
story and the men that you know are purely coincidental, although
the author wouldn't mind hearing about them himself.

Comments may be sent to TheoNorth@aol.com

Constructive criticism will be accepted. Praise will be absorbed.
Flames will be ignored.

Now, without further ado . . .

                          LeaDR HOUSE
                         by Theo North


                           Chapter 11
                    in which the pledges learn
                to give the people what they pay for


Scott stood alone on the stage wearing nothing but a jock strap.
His oiled muscles gleamed in the spotlights. He couldn't see the
crowd through the blinding light, but he could hear them.

"100 bucks!"

"150!"

"200!!!"

"I got $200," said Josh, the frat president, from his podium.
"$200 going once . . . going twice . . . sold to Sgt. Stenson."

It was the LeaDR's annual Pledge Auction Night   a highlight of
the year for the LeaDRs and for many of the men in town. Each
year, the members of the pledge class were auctioned off to the
highest bidder. Once a boy had been purchased, he belonged to the
buyer until sunrise the next morning and during those nighttime
hours, he did whatever he was told to do.

It was always a very successful fundraiser for the LeaDRs.

				 ********

Sgt. Stenson was 6', 210 pounds of smooth muscle topped with
white-blond hair cut high-and-tight. He still had the face of a
little boy, but his body was all man and his uniform only
heightened his masculinity. He served as a local recruiter for
the Army and had been teaching ROTC classes at St. Winston's for
five years. During his first year, he had been working out at the
academy's gym one afternoon when a coach pulled him aside and
told him, in a whispering voice, about the annual LeaDR auction.
"I think you definitely would want to be there," the coach had
said. Sgt. Stenson showed up that year and every year since. He
always made sure to bring plenty of cash.

This year, he had been immediately attracted to Scott. One look
at the young stud's dark, muscled good looks and Stenson knew he
would walk away from the auction with that boy as his own
property.

Outside in his jeep, Stenson sized the kid up: about 5-and-a-half
feet, with pumped muscles everywhere you looked, black hair,
black eyes, probably had some Greek or southern Italian in his
ancestry. He looked amazingly confident considering he was still
wearing only the jock strap. Stenson was surprised that he found
himself feeling intimidated by the kid's cool, self-assurance.
"You look pretty tough, kid."

Scott nodded. "I can hold my own."

"Nice muscles. You play any sports?"

"I wrestled in high school," Scott said. He rolled his shoulders
back and flexed his pecs for the cop. "I still work out and keep
in shape."

"I see that." Stenson reached over and felt the hard mounds of
Scott's chest. The baby oil still coated his naked body and
Stenson's hand slid across the boy's smooth skin.

Watching his new "master," Scott could see the guy was
practically drooling with lust for his young, hard body. "Lick
it," Scott said, matter-of-factly.

"Wha?"

"Come on, get your mouth on my chest. You know you want to lick
it. Get to work."

Stenson's eyes bulged. He gave a small whimper as he leaned
across the seats and locked his lips on the young man's nipples.

"Yeah! Suck it! Suck hard!" Scott clamped a hand onto the back of
Stenson's head and shoved the officer's face into his chest. He
could feel the older man struggle . . . the muscles in his neck
straining, shoving the white-blond bristles of his crewcut into
Scott's pushing hand. But Scott had the advantage and his strong
biceps pulled Stenson onto his nipple. He reached down with his
free hand and delivered a stinging smack to the Army stud's ass.
Even through his uniform, the slap hurt and Stenson let out a
yelp of surprise and pain. "That's what happens to boys who don't
do what they're told. Now SUCK THAT TIT!"

"Sir, yes sir!" Stenson moaned around the mouthful of young
chest-flesh in his mouth.

The army stud turned out to be a first-class tit-sucker. "Yeah .
. . so good . . . feels so fucking good . . ." moaned Scott.
"Let's see what else you can do with that mouth."

Scott shoved the blond head further south, down into his lap.
"There you go. Get a good whiff of that hot, fucking jock. Smell
my cock . . . hot man scent pouring off my balls. Get yourself a
big ol' taste. Wash that jock in your fucking mouth."

Again Stenson struggled. This wasn't what he had in mind. He was
older than this boy. He was U.S. Army. And he had PAID for this
kid. He was supposed to dominate, not be shoved around like a
slut. He sat up, pulling his face away from the hot, young man.

"No! Goddammit, you're not in charge here."

"Is that so?" Scott asked and he casually spread his legs,
scratching his ball through his jock. Stenson's eyes followed the
movement. He swallowed hard.

"You mean you didn't enjoy having your mouth on my hot skin? Huh?
You don't want to taste this hot, boy jock filled with sweat and
piss and cum? Huh?"

Stenson's face flushed red. He was starting to sweat.

Scott dipped a finger inside the side of his jock. Stenson could
see the digit trace under the boy's heavy balls. Scott brought
the finger out and held it beneath his nose, inhaling deeply.
"Mmmmmmmm . . . smells good to me. I love the scent of sweaty,
heavy, balls getting ready for sex, don't you buddy?"

"Mmmph" Stenson whimpered. His cock was throbbing with desire.
His nostrils flared as he tried to catch a whiff of the boy's
balls.

"Here you go," Scott said, holding out the finger. "Get a good
smell."

Stenson tried to resist. He fought it, his body trembling with
desire and his upper lip moist with sweat. His mind reeled in
confusion and frustration.

"COME ON, YOU GODDAMN COCK PIG! You know you want my dick in your
face, now get down there and stop wasting our time!" Scott's
suddenly harsh tone was like a smack to Stenson's face.
Simultaneously, it brought him back to reality and snapped his
will power. He moaned and collapsed forward, his mouth latching
onto the young man's jock pouch. His teeth tore into the thin
material as he twisted his head back and forth, sucking with all
his might to get the taste of sweat and cum out of the cotton
mesh, growling loudly as the force of his own horniness washed
over him.

"YEAH! .... OOOOH YEAH! SUCK THAT FUCKING JOCK YOU HORNY BASTARD!
... YEAH! ... Work it good and I'll let you have my cock. ....
that's what you want, isn't it? .... Hot,hard, cock ... big
fucking cock stretching your throat ... filling you up with hot
mancream ...YEAH!"

"Yes sir!" growled Stenson.

"Damn straight ... big ol' Army boy wants some hot cock . . .
needs a hot LeaDR cock filling him up . . . yeah, big, hard, fat
mancock ... that's what you need, boy."

"Yes, sir!"

"Look how hard you got my cock, boy . . . Look at it stretching
that jock strap . . . pushing that strap up . . . big, long,
thick, cock . . . dark and hot . . . you like that cock, boy?
Huh?"

"Sir, yes sir! You got a fuckin' beautiful cock, sir."

"You want to suck on that big cock boy?"

"Oh YES SIR!"

"Huh? Wanna taste that big, fucking, dripping cock . . . taste my
precum dripping onto your tongue . . . feel, my hard shaft
plowing into your throat? . . . huh?"

"GODDAMN SIR! YES SIR! PLEASE!"

"Then get on it, boy," Scott commanded with a sneer.

There was no struggle. The big Army stud pulled the jock pouch to
the side and gratefully buried his face in the young man's lap.
His mouth took Scott's tool all the way in one, delirious stroke.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!!! . . . Soo goood! . . . Fuck, suck
that hot cock!  Feed on that man meat . . . yeah, Army boy . . .
suck on my big, fuckin' tool! . . . hot man cock . . fucking hot
. . . sooo gooood!"

Stenson grunted and groaned, feeling the thick cock slide into
his mouth, back and into his throat. He couldn't believe how
great this commanding young stud's cock felt in his mouth ...
velvety soft, yet hard as steel. Choking off his air supply with
each downward stroke, then dripping delicious, creamy drops of
pre-cum onto his tongue as he pulled back.

"Ooooooooooooooh, Army boy, you're making my cock so hard," Scott
growled as the older stud worked his teenage cock. "Keep at it,
boy. Suck hard"

Stenson did just that, burying his nose in the short, fragrant
hairs at the base of Scott's cock. He could feel Scott's hand on
his ass, rubbing the sergeant's round, firm globes. The harder
Stenson sucked, the more urgently the hand on his ass rubbed.
Stenson was enjoying the young stud's attention and happily
shoved his muscular butt up in the air, begging for more
attention. He felt fingers shoving the fabric of his uniform
trousers into his asscrack, felt those fingers rubbing over
the puckered opening of his hole. Christ, how long had it been
since anyone had touched his hole? Stenson couldn't remember.
With his big, butch looks and his uniform, Stenson was accustomed
to being the one in control, and the one on top. This kid was
doing things to him no one had done in ages.

Lost in thought, Stenson was surprised to suddenly feel a knife
blade cutting the seam of his trousers along his asscrack.

"JESUS!" he yelled.

SMACK! Scott's hand landed on Stenson's now-laid-bare ass. "SHUT
THE FUCK UP, ARMY BOY! I'M TAKING THIS ASS!"

Stenson looked at the giant cock in front of his face and
imagined it buried in his hole. His asshole tightened in fear.
God, how long had it been since he'd been fucked? Years, he
thought, not since that night with the Marine in San Diego . . .

"Oh god, no . . . this has gone far enough . . . no, you can't"

SMACK!! Another stinging blow landed on his ass. "I SAID I'm
taking this ass, Army boy. That was NOT a request for permission.
Now shut the fuck up and take this stud cock like a man."

Sgt. Stenson flushed red as he pressed his face to the driver's
seat of his jeep and raised his ass in acceptance of his fate.
Looking down to the floorboard, he saw the knife Scott had used
to rip his trousers open . . . it was his own knife, off of his
belt. Totally humiliating, to have his own tools used against him
as his ass was violated.

Scott kneeled between the sergeant's spread legs and ran his hand
over his smooth, oiled chest. "Lucky for you I brought some
lube," Scott chuckled as he rubbed the oil over his swollen cock.

"Now get ready, Army boy," Scott said as he placed his cock
against Stenson's quivering hole. "UNNNNGH!" the fratboy grunted
as he rammed his hips forward.

Stenson screamed out in pain as the head of thick cock entered
his chute. His muscles clamped down hard on the invading cock,
trying to squeeze it out, but Scott kept pushing forward.

"COME ON BOY! OPEN UP THAT HOLE FOR YOUR MASTER! . . . COME ON,
ARMY BOY. CAN'T FUCK YOUR BITCH ASS IF YOU SQUEEZE IT UP LIKE
THAT!!" the kid chuckled wickedly. "You DO want your bitch ass
fucked, don't you, boy? Huh?"

"Unnnnnnggh!" Stenson grunted, refusing to answer the kid's
question.

SMACK! A rough hand smacked his smooth, tortured ass and Stenson
screamed out. His ass momentarily relaxed from the spanking and
Scott sunk his cock balls-deep in the sergeant's tight hole.

"UUUUUNNNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Stenson grunted through clenched teeth
in time with the hot fuck his ass was experiencing.

"OH YEAH!" Scott howled. "HOT FUCKING ARMY ASS . . . YEAH, HOT
AND TIGHT . . . WRAPPING AROUND MY STUD COCK AND MAKING IT FEEL
SOOOOOO GOOD!"

Scott grabbed the sergeant by the hips and slammed his cock hard
and fast into the tight hole. He was not at all gentle, giving
the stud beneath him a fuck he wouldn't soon forget . . . and,
Scott hoped, one he would want to repeat soon. He reached beneath
the sergeant and unfastened the older man's zipper, releasing a
hard, dripping cock.

"Nice piece of meat, here, Army boy." Scott grunted as he started
to stroke in time with his ass-ramming assault.

"Ooooh!" Stenson moaned. His cock was so hard. He could feel the
cum boiling in his balls even before Scott grabbed hold of his
stalk. "Oooooooh ... please .... please," Stenson babbled.

"Please what, Army boy?"

"Gonna . . . gonna . . .  Ooooooooh! Oooh! UUUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!"
Stenson's entire body went rigid, each corded muscle straining as
his balls drew up and his white-hot load fired onto the leather
seat beneath him. His breath came in rugged, panting gasps as
volley after volley of cream shot from his turned-on nuts.

The sergeant's orgasm sent Scott over the edge, too.

 "HERE IT CUMS, BOY . . . LOTS OF CIVVIE CREAM FOR MY ARMY BOY .
. . GONNA FILL YOUR ASS WITH HOT STUD JIZZ . . .
OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!"

Scott collapsed onto Stenson's sweaty back. His hard cock
remained buried up the sergeant's hole. As his post-orgasmic
senses returned, he stirred his still-hard meat in the blonde
stud's ass.

"You ready for Round 2, Army boy?" Scott grinned.

"Ooooooooh, shit!" Stenson moaned as he prepared for another
ass-pounding.

				***********

Jeffrey stood on stage in his jockstrap. The oil glistened on the
hair that covered his chest, arms, legs and ass. Under the
spotlights, the giant, muscular, young man looked like a statue
dedicated to sexual perfection. The bidding topped out at $275
and Jeffrey was led down off the stage and turned over to a man
who looked to be only a few years older than himself.

"Oh yeah, Brad is going to love you. Everyone is going to love
you," the guy commented as he led Jeffrey outside to his car.
"Can you dance?" he asked.

Once in the car, the guy introduced himself as Dwight. He
explained that his buddy, Brad, was getting married in two weeks.
Next week, there would be an "official" bachelor party with a
female stripper and lots of male friends, co-workers and
relatives. Only a few guys, though, knew that Brad was bi and
those few friends were getting together to help Brad close the
book on that chapter of his life in style. "You're going to be
the entertainment."

"What, do you want me to strip, or something? I'm not wearing
much to start with," Jeffrey said.

"Hell, buddy, you don't have to strip. When I turn on the music,
you just come out in that jockstrap and your big, fucking, oiled
body and dance a little. I guarantee you that'll be hot enough."

When they got to the house, Dwight snuck Jeffrey into the back
door and hid him in the pantry. "When you hear the music, come on
out and start dancing. I'll point you toward Brad. Make him
real happy, got it?"

Jeffrey nodded dumbly and waited in the pantry. He could hear the
sounds of guys laughing and having a good time. After a while, it
got real quiet and he could hear Dwight's voice making some kind
of speech. There was occasional laughter. Then, Jeffrey heard
music playing . . . loud with a driving beat. He swallowed the
lump in his throat and stepped out of the pantry. He went through
the kitchen, opened the door, and found himself in a roomful of
men whose jaws suddenly dropped to the floor.

For a moment, Jeffrey just stood there, staring at the men who
sat staring back at him. Then, suddenly, there were whoops and
yells from the men.

"DAMN!" "Hot STUD" "Where'd you find this guy, Dwight?"

Suddenly, Dwight was beside him. "DANCE!" he whispered urgently.
"The one in the big chair over there is Brad."

Jeffrey looked over and saw a cute guy with brown hair and eyes
and a round, sweet face. He was wearing 501s and a polo shirt,
and Jeffrey could see a fair amount of hair sticking out of the
top of that shirt. As he took inventory of the guest of honor, he
started to sway his hips in time with the music.

As the men began to cheer and shout encouragement, Jeffrey got
bolder and really got into the music. Soon he was strutting
around, pumping his hips and rubbing his hand over his furry body
like he imagined a male stripper would. He was really getting
into and starting to feel very sexy. He could tell that his cock
was getting hard inside his jockstrap, but the other guys didn't
seem to mind so he didn't worry about it. He could tell that Brad
seemed to like what he was seeing.

"Over here, buddy!" one of the guys yelled. Jeffrey looked over
and was surprised to see that the guy was waving a dollar bill in
the air. Now, Jeffrey had never been to a strip club, but he
wasn't totally naive! He knew that guy wanted to tuck that dollar
in his jock. What the hell, he thought, as he strutted over and
thrust his jock-clad cock in front of the man with the bill.

"Mmmmmmmm ...nice," the guy muttered as he slid the dollar bill
into Jeffrey's pouch and felt up the boy's hardening cock.

Soon, all the guys had bills out and they were shoving them into
Jeffrey's jock. Hands caressed his cock, making it longer and
harder. They massaged his big, hairy balls, stroked his furry
ass. There were six guys in the room, including Dwight and Brad,
and they were all pawing his body and tucking bills into his
jock.

The whole experience was a head rush for Jeffrey. Normally
sweet-natured and even modest, he felt like a totally hot slut
strutting his stuff for the men in the room. He knew that, to
these guys, he was a sexual fantasy come true, and he decided to
act like one. For one night, at least, he would be a sex god!

"You guys want some of this?" Jeffrey teased as he licked his
fingers and ran them down his ripped, hairy torso.

"YEAH!" they cheered.

"Yeah?" he leered. "Well, I don't know. Maybe I better save it
for the guest of honor, you think?" He strutted over to Brad's
chair and straddled it, his sweaty jock pouch in the handsome,
young man's face as he began a slow and sensuous thrust. Brad's
hands reached out to feel the dancer's hard, hairy body and
Jeffrey clasped his hands over the groom-to-be's and guided them
across his pecs, down his rippling abs and around the heat of his
basket.

The guys were cheering and chanting. Brad was blushing bright
red, but he wasn't pulling away. Dwight, who was standing next to
Brad, reached down and placed a fifty dollar bill in Brad's
mouth. As the young bridegroom leaned forward, Jeffrey cupped the
back of his head in his large hand and ground his nuts into the
stud's face. "Yeah, come on. You give me that big tip, and I'll
give you MY big tip," he growled as the men roared.

Brad shoved the bill into the jock with his mouth, using his
tongue to shove it under the cotton pouch. Occasionally, his
tongue would slip off the bill and he would get a salty slurp of
the young college stud's giant balls.  Each time that happened,
Jeffrey would groan a little and shove Brad's head harder between
his legs. Soon, the fifty was forgotten and Brad was shoving his
tongue under the jock to lick as much of Jeffrey's cock as he
could reach.

"YEAH!" Jeffrey moaned. "Come on stud! Lick that big cock . . .
suck on my giant, stud balls! Come on, that might be the last
cock you get to suck, right guys?"

"YEAH!" the men cheered. "SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"

Jeffrey pulled the jock to the side and his giant meat sprang out
into the air. Brad gasped as the full length was revealed to him.
Then, Jeffrey grabbed the back of Brad's head again and the
soon-to-be-married man was slurping cock like his life depended
on it. In and out, Jeffrey pumped his hips as the men in the room
continued their chant of "SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!" Brad's eyes
were watering, but he was making happy, gurgling sounds at the
back of his throat. With each out stroke, Jeffrey's fat,
spit-covered cock was revealed to the other guys in the room and
they all seem mesmerized by his tremendous fratmeat.

"Goddamn, how big is that thing?" one guy asked.

"Eleven inches, cut" Jeffrey responded while still pounding
Brad's face.

"JESUS!"

"Yeah, well look at the size of the rest of this kid," Dwight
said. "Eleven inches just barely keeps it in proportion!"

They all laughed as Brad struggled to take the face-fuck he was
receiving.

"COME ON!!!!" Jeffrey growled. "Take that fucking cock . . . suck
it all the way down . . . there you go . . . nice and hot . . .
hot mouth on my big, long, hard cock . . . suck that young
mancock!"

Brad continued to gurgle and moan around the cock filling his
face. He struggled to work his tongue over the shaft in his
mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he hummed.

"OH YEAH! Work that tongue! . . . So HOT! SO GOOOOOOOD! OH
CHRIST, GONNA CUM, BRAD . . . GONNA SHOOT HOT COLLEGE CUM DOWN
YOUR THROAT!!!"

Brad's eyes bulged as Jeffrey buried his bone deep and the
monster in his throat swelled even larger.

"AAAAAAAUUUUGHHHHHHH!!!!!" Jeffrey screamed as he unloaded.

With the release of his fist load, the bachelor party broke out
into an all out orgy.

Jeffrey lost count of how many times he shot that night, but
there were six guys there and each of them took home at least one
of Jeffrey's loads in their belly or ass.

Jeffrey did distinctly remember that, at one point, Dwight
cornered him. "You know," he whispered. "It's traditional for the
entertainment to satisfy the best man after the groom, since the
best man is the one who pays."

Jeffrey thought Dwight was pretty hot looking, so he had no
problem with that. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I want your ass."

DAMN! Jeffrey would have never guessed that Dwight had a cock as
big as his own. On Dwight, it was NOT in proportion . . . it was
almost freakishly huge, but it felt great up his beefy, jock ass,
all the same. The men stood around them and cheered as Dwight
shoved that monster meat into Jeffrey's muscular, fur-covered
ass. Jeffrey was sweating and moaning like a whore, but he loved
the feel of that big cock up his hole.

When Dwight dropped Jeffrey off in front of LeaDR House the next
morning, the frat pledge had $200 in tips in his pocket along
with four phone numbers . . . including Brad's!

			       ************

David stood in the spotlights on the stage. Like the others, he
was dressed in a jock and oiled down. He could hear the shouted
bids, but couldn't see anyone in the audience with the lights
shining in his face.

From backstage, he had glanced out before it was his turn on
stage and seen several familiar faces. Dean Anderson was here.
The two cops who had brought Carter back after his strange
"disapperance," were here. His geography professor was here, the
guy who ran the pet store in town, some guys he had seen at the
gym . . . and lots of people he didn't recognize. His heart
froze as he looked out and saw Coach Fulsom and Coach Barnett in
the back of the crowd. He watched them all night and they hadn't
bid on any of the other pledges. He had a sick feeling they
were waiting for him and he didn't want to think about what they
might do if they got him.

Once the bidding started, he listened closely to the voices. The
two coaches were easy to identify and, sure enough, they were
bidding for him. David's asshole clenched at the thought of those
two studs taking their revenge on his body. He was practically
quivering on stage when, suddenly, he realized someone was
bidding against the pair. He didn't recognize the voice, though
he had a feeling he should. It was deep and vaguely familiar.

The mystery bidder and the coaches were in a bidding war. David's
price kept going up and up. People in the audience gasped and
David could hear murmurs, people asking what was so special
about this kid that he was creating such a stir. David wondered
that himself. He KNEW why the coaches wanted him: revenge. But
who else would be bidding on him at these prices? What
reason would they have for wanting to buy him for the night?

"$500," the mystery man called out.

"$525" the coaches countered.

"$600" said the man as the crowd gasped. Everyone in the room
looked to the coaches who cursed and waved off the bid.

"I've got $600 going once . . . twice . . . sold," said Josh,
sounded as amazed as anyone in the room.

As he went to escort his little brother off the stage, Josh
whispered, "Dude, that is the most anyone ever paid for a LeaDR
pledge!"

"Who was it?" David asked.

"I don't know. I've never seen him before. But make him happy so
he comes back next year!" Josh giggled.

Two brothers grabbed David by the arms and brought him out into
the auditorium to meet his "master." As he walked by the two
coaches, he could see them leering at him, like a pair of cats
who were THAT close to catching the canary before their owner got
home.

"Here you go sir," one of the brothers said, turning David over
to the high-bidder. "Have him back by sunrise."

Looking up into the familiar eyes, David gasped.

"Hello David. Surprised to see me?"

"KENT!!!????!" David shouted. "What the hell are you doing
here??"

"Nobody walks out on me like you did, boy. Tonight, it's payback
time. I just spent $600 and I intend to get my money's worth."

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David's adventures will continue in the next chapter of "LeaDR
House." Comments can be sent to TheoNorth@aol.com