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7:00 A.M.
"Xavier?" A voice, different from Wolfgang asked.
I was confused, I groaned. "Wha?" I answered.
"Wolfgang left, like a while ago... to go to the gym. Thought I'd wake you up."
I recognized Bailey as my vision became clear. "Bailey?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's me. Wolfgang's roommate, remember?" He replied. "You guys were also up at like 4 am-ish?"
"Yeah, something like that." I replied. I peeled back the blanket a bit to realize that I was still nude. "Shit." I said out loud.
"What's up?" Bailey replied, still looking at me.
"Clothes." I replied.
"Oh. Um, Yeah." Bailey caught on pretty fast. "Were both male right?" Bailey replied.
'That's a familiar phrase' I thought. I peeled back the blankets revealing my nude body. "Yep, I have a cock." I replied somewhat jokingly. I got onto my feet and stood in front of Bailey. "So..." I said looking around. I didn't see any of my clothes anywhere. "If Wolfgang stripped me... I began. He must've put them somewhere, right?" I asked Bailey.
"I think you probably should put on Wolfgang's clothes." Bailey suggested. "He's your boyfriend, I think, right?" He asked.
"I think so." I replied.
Bailey walked over to his drawer. "Put on one of these." He suggested as he opened Wolfgang's underwear drawer. "Do you want a pair of sweatpants? Maybe a shirt to walk back to your dorm room?"
"Yeah," I replied. It was a solid idea, and honestly the best way to rectify the current situation. I put on one of Wolfgang's boxer briefs, one of his sweatpants, and a shirt. They looked big on me, but that wasn't surprising, considering that Wolfgang is taller than me anyways. "Thanks for helping out Bailey." I replied, flashing a friendly smile, which was supposed to show that I appreciated his help. I walked out of the dorm room and started heading out. It was the morning, so the halls were a bit busy as everyone was rushing either to get their morning hygiene routine done or trying to get their morning caffeine and (sometimes) breakfast. I sprinted back to my dorm room, I knew that I was running out of time. The Monday 1.5 hour Linear Algebra lecture -- that I despised -- started at 9 am. I got back to my dorm room and unlocked the door. Michael was gone, probably finishing up his shower, or off for breakfast. "Wait a second," I said as I realized something pretty serious. I reached my hand in my pocket to pull out my phone to check the time, but obviously, my phone wasn't there.
The door opened. "Xavier?" I heard Michael say. "You're late!"
I turned around to see Michael, only wearing a white towel wrapped around his waist, and still dripping wet with water droplets stream down his white abs that were slowly becoming more chiselled every time I got a good look at them. "Yeah, ha, well, long story." I told Michael.
"Guess what?" Michael asked.
"What?" I replied.
Michael opened the door again, and to my surprise Wolfgang was there also wet, only wearing a white towel. "Xavier, I probably shouldn't have left you like that, but I... You know, gym routine..." Wolfgang pulled my clothes out from his bag, where he was hiding them.
"Thanks, Wolfgang. But, next time, don't take my clothes with you..." I was genuinely confused. Why did he do this? It couldn't've been malicious.
"Ah, yeah," Wolfgang looked down, "Sorry." He replied with a somewhat guilty tone.
"Also, I didn't know you were friends now." I stated.
Wolfgang and Michael looked at each other. "I guess Michael's okay with my teasing now, huh?" Wolfgang asked.
"Don't push it." Michael replied.
"Okay, okay guys." I replied while pulling my phone out of the pocket of the pants that Wolfgang gave me. "Anyways, I, we should be getting ready for classes and stuff that we have today, right?" I asked both of them.
"Yeah," Michael snapped back as he turned to look at Wolfgang again. It was obvious from Michael's look he wanted Wolfgang to leave. The two really didn't get along, but it was all on Michael. Wolfgang proceeded to my side of the room. He stripped off his white towel revealing once again his uncut cock.
Michael basically did the same, and that's when I suggested something stupid. "Why don't you two compare your cocks?" I asked immediately placing my hand in front of my mouth to hide my stupid grin. I knew Michael was going to be pissed from such a proposition.
"Xavier, fuck off!" Michael shouted in anger. Wolfgang only chuckled, the reaction was exactly as one would expect from Michael.
"I guess I should give you your clothes back, huh?" I asked Wolfgang, stripping down immediately after I said that. The three of us were now naked in my (and Michael's) dorm room. I handed over Wolfgang's clothes, the sweatpants, the underwear, everything, back to him. Although Michael was making decent progress getting dressed, after Wolfgang stuffed the clothes into his bag, he turned around to me and placed my cock in his hand.
"You're quite low, huh?" Wolfgang stated as if he hadn't noticed before.
"What? I'm pretty sure you knew?" I asked Wolfgang.
"I know, I'm just admiring it." Wolfgang replied. The door slammed shut briefly after Wolfgang's reply. We both looked at the door. "Wonder where he's off to?" Wolfgang asked.
"He's not actually in a rush, he's just in a rush to get away from us." I answered. Wolfgang turned to his bag and pulled out some fresh clothes for him to wear for the day, while I was just starting my morning hygiene routine.
"Alright, I'm gonna go now." Wolfgang said as I was finishing up brushing my teeth.
"Bye!" I said, to the best of my ability with toothpaste in my mouth. After finishing brushing my teeth, I rushed to the showers and took a very brief shower. After I got back, it was already after 8, and the class started at 9. I quickly put on some clothes and started rushing over to the cafe to try to get something to eat for breakfast before class started.
8:35, I arrived at the lecture hall early so that I could get a better seat. I saw Lawrence sitting alone and decided to sit beside him. He was near the front, a few rows back so that the professor wouldn't notice us once the lecture hall filled up, but not too far back so that the text on the tiny chalkboards wouldn't become illegible.
"Morning," I said to Lawrence as I sat down next to him.
"Morning Xavier." Lawrence replied. "What are you up to today?" Lawrence asked.
"Nothing much." I replied. I had a suspicion from a few days ago, and I wanted to poke Lawrence about it. "So," I started.
"Hmm?" Lawrence replied, expecting me to continue.
"Do you know what today's lecture is on?" I asked.
"I don't know? Gram--Schmidt?" Lawrence asked expecting me to confirm. I simply shrugged in response.
"So you're going back there?" I asked Lawrence cryptically.
"Going back where?" Lawrence asked confused.
"You know," I replied looking down at his crotch.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Wolfgang?" Lawrence asked.
"Yeah, but, the other day." I said.
"What are you talking about Xavier?" He replied.
"Are you circumcised?" I asked.
Lawrence blushed, "Of course I'm circumcised, what kind of a fucking question is that?"
"How high is it?" I replied with a slight grin on my face.
"I'm not gonna fucking tell you." Lawrence said starting to get frustrated with me.
"Was that really you?" I asked.
"Really me?" He replied.
"Yeah, in the washroom, remember?" I pressed Lawrence.
"What washroom?"
"That was you that I sucked off wasn't it?" I asked, pressing Lawrence into a confession.
Lawrence knew that I was onto him. "Look. Sometimes you don't want to be in a relationship." Lawrence started, "Just because you don't want to date, doesn't mean you don't have urges," he continued, "and obviously if you have urges, you'd want relief right?" Lawrence asked.
"Okay, so that was a yes." I replied.
Lawrence turned to his notebook on the table, "I guess, I'd be lying if I said no."
At this point, the lecture hall that could hold 400 students was mostly full, the Professor was already at the front organizing his papers on the lectern.
***
It was now 10:30, the Linear Algebra lecture had concluded and I was off to get a proper breakfast. As I was about to enter the cafeteria, someone had bumped into me from behind.
"Hey!" He said as he wrapped his arms around me and proceeded to squeezed me into his body. I looked up and I saw Wolfgang's handsome face staring at me back.
"Hey." I replied a tad bit seductively. "Sweaty again?" I asked surprised, "I thought you were done already with the gym, or at least for the morning."
"I didn't go back to the gym, I was actually doing some, hmm it technically wasn't a tryout, but I was kinda doing some basketball training." Wolfgang replied.
I was surprised, "Basketball? Since when?" I asked.
"Ah, long story." Wolfgang said.
"Why didn't you take a shower after?" I replied.
"I don't know, I could've." Wolfgang replied.
I shrugged, "You're not that smelly anyways. It wasn't that tough was it?" I asked.
"Nah, I'm not even that sweaty actually." Wolfgang replied. "If I didn't pull you in you probably wouldn't even notice."
"So what's the story with basketball now?" I asked. "What happened to wrestling?"
"Hmm, well, wrestling is fine I guess." Wolfgang started, "But, I got approached by Jamaal, the captain of the team, and their more or less trying to pull all the best athletic talent before getting random to apply." Wolfgang paused, "As for me, well I was approached, they knew that I was fit, maybe my muscles are overkill, but I'm tall right? That's probably why."
"Ah," I replied. "At 6' 7", you're kinda hard to beat. Tall, chiselled, handsome. That's why you're so popular."
"Yeah, popular." Wolfgang said as he noticed some people in the distance oddly staring at us. I looked to see what distracted him.
"Paparazzi?" I asked somewhat jokingly. It wasn't serious 'Hollywood grade' paparazzi or anything, but it could be something along the sorts for the local school magazines or stuff.
"Not sure," Wolfgang said as he returned his attention back to me. "Hungry?" He asked.
"Yeah, I came here to actually eat something, since I have another class at twelve." I replied.
"So you got a one and half hour break?" Wolfgang asked.
"Yeah, Linear Algebra from 9 to 10:30, then Comp Sci at 12 to 1:30, and then Physics from 3 to 4:30, and then obviously work from like 5 to 7?" I asked guessing at when my shift ended.
"Oh, you got work tonight too?" Wolfgang asked. "That sucks." He replied, "You need a lift again?"
I smiled, "Thanks Wolfgang, I appreciate it." I said as a yes. Wolfgang smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Let's go order something before your next class starts." He suggested. I nodded. "I'll pay for you." He stated.
"You don't have to." I replied in a slight protest.
"No, no, I insist." He replied. "I'm also going to make sure you start eating healthy, no more junk food."
I rolled my eyes at Wolfgang's proposition. "If you insist." I replied somewhat unimpressed, not with the getting my meals paid, but more of the fact that I'm about to lose my ability to chose what I can eat.
"Hey, I'm just trying to keep ya healthy." Wolfgang responded.
"Yeah yeah, okay, lets order something." I replied to get things moving, and off we went to order something from the cafe.
***
The rest of my Monday was fairly uneventful. I attended my lectures and took notes. Wolfgang drove me to work and he also picked me up. I came home and did some studying. Michael was out most likely working out in the gym again (since he really was shaping up to become a true jock), and Wolfgang, I don't even know what Wolfgang was really up to after he picked my up from work. I ended up going to bed at a pretty reasonable time, around 11 pm. Then Tuesday came.
"Wham!" was the sound that I woke up to. It was the sound of something landing onto my face. Something somewhat flimsy, like a soft covered book, or a magazine or something. I groaned, somewhat unwilling to wake up.
"Xavier!" Michael exclaimed. I groaned again, unwilling to wake up.
"What's this?" I asked pulling the object off my face. I looked at the cover, it was a magazine.
"Just wanted to remind you that Wolfgang... is a big deal." Michael said.
I rolled my eyes and attempted to read the title. "Wolfgang breaks up, goes gay" was along the lines of what it said.
"Uggh," I said somewhat groggily and in disappointment. "What's this, people are still into this?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked as he rummaged through the closet.
"Like making fun of people for being gay? Or at least wouldn't this fuel that?" I answered. "I mean, how could you call him gay? He was just dating a girl... Like from an outsider's perspective, y' know? You could maybe render him as bi... This seems to have some kinda... hostile or negative connotation to it."
"Such as, let's say, maybe getting payback for Skyla?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, maybe." I replied as I crawled out of my bed.
"But... you know," Michael started. "With me, you wouldn't have to worry about this."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know what you're trying to get at." I replied, turning down what I assume is a somewhat implicit 'I'm trying to ask you out, but I know you're with someone already' type request.
"Alright, but, I'm just saying, you're gonna be caught up in all this drama if you keep hanging around with Wolfgang."
"What do you want Micheal?" I replied somewhat agitated. "I think you're letting your jealousy get to you, don't you think?" I replied. "You left me because you didn't want to cheat on me, right? I'm not going to leave Wolfgang to be with you, especially if you're gonna act like this."
Michael's face turned red in anger. He knew he was rubbing salt on the wound. He wanted me back, but it was too late. I was snatched up by Wolfgang, the popular, muscular, good looking, handsome jock that everyone wanted to date, everyone wanted on their team, everyone drooled over. I didn't hate Micheal, I really didn't mind being sexual with him before. But he presented his standards, he only wants exclusive relationships, and that's fine. I don't even know if Wolfgang really would be okay with me engaging in sexual relations with Michael while I was with him. Now, I'm not even interested in thinking about it. It's not worth taking the risk that such a proposition may bring. I'm happy being exclusive with Wolfgang, and I don't want to risk anything.
After that, it was silence between me and Michael. The effect of concretely declining Micheal when presented with Wolfgang's pitfalls had lead Michael to provide me with the silent treatment. I wondered if his detest for Wolfgang would now spread to me, as I would imagine that previously, he was solely angry at Wolfgang for snatching me up. Now that my rejection was firm and that I started demonstrating repulsiveness for his propositions likely sent into a state of anger, and possibly denial.
I did my morning routine, and I returned to my dorm room to put on my clothes. After putting on my clothes I turned my attention to the magazine that Michael had earlier thrown onto my face. I opened up the magazine and turned onto the page where the article regarding Wolfgang was on. I was mostly garbage, just saying that Wolfgang broke up with Skyla, and speculation that he's going after a guy. I knew obviously that this was true, but the hyperbole title was really just a hyperbole to attract attention for an article that would be a waste of time for anyone to actually read... But most likely the entire magazine, dedicated to nonsensical drama and the "popular kids" on campus was already a waste of time to read, at least in my perspective. I returned the magazine to where I got it off the counter and headed out for my morning routine. At around 10:30 when going to the cafe I met up with Wolfgang again. We ordered food and sat down at a table and started to chat.
"So did you see one of the gossip magazines around here?" I asked Wolfgang.
"Yeah, I'm on the front cover, huh?" Wolfgang said slightly impressed, "It's about breaking up with Skyla I know." He continued. "That's why I've really been thinking hard about joining Omnicron."
"Omnicron?" I said, "What's with you? First basketball, now you're going to actually join the frat?" I was really surprised by Wolfgang's revelation.
"Yeah, I'm serious." Wolfgang said.
"But why?" I replied.
"Well, you get a special bond with other members knowing that you're part of the same organization." Wolfgang started.
"Okay." I replied.
"So, on top of that, it's easier to train up. Most of the top athletes are in there or have some sort of affiliation to some extent. I've been hanging around there, Michael has been too, remember when we were all wrestling there in one of the rooms? That's actually where I first saw you..."
"Yeah, I remember, but I don't know there's something that I don't like about joining frats in general. You kinda get stuck in a commitment, right?"
"I'm still going to have time for you Xavier." Wolfgang reassured. "But like that stuff, what you see on the mags floating around. I'm the frat does try to keep things tighter and keep all the student press in line for their members. It's not my primary motive, but it's another plus that I consider."
I looked down at my soup swirled my plastic spoon around in it, "Alright." I replied. "What about hazing?" I replied.
"Don't worry about it." Wolfgang replied. "I'll be fine. I'm sure I'll be fine."
I sighed. "Okay, Wolfgang," I sighed, "I believe you."
"Well, I actually already have a meeting with Jason this afternoon."
"Jason?" I asked.
"The president of the fraternity. I'm trying to skip the normal entrance process. You know trying to take a little advantage of my popularity around here." Wolfgang replied.
"Ah, maybe you can get out of hazing too, or get something less... dangerous?" I replied.
"I think you've read way to much of the bad stuff Xavier. It's not that bad normally. It's usually like just doing something stupid piss drunk."
"I don't know, I guess every fraternity is different, right?" I asked Wolfgang.
"I guess. But we'll see what happens." Wolfgang replied. "I'll keep in touch with you, since you're my boyfriend." He said blushing on the word 'boyfriend'.
I dropped my spoon into my soup when he said that word. I swallowed what was in my mouth with an audible gulp. I was surprised by Wolfgang's statement, but that's basically where things were, so I guess I shouldn't've been so surprised that he would've called me his 'boyfriend' in such a serious tone. I really should've expected it.
"Mmm," I said trying to indicate that I wanted to say something. "Jamie from basketball."
"Jamaal?" Wolfgang corrected me.
"Yeah, Jamaal. What's he like?" I said trying to change the subject, and since Wolfgang never described Jamaal's appearance or personality to me yesterday, it was an easy subject to switch to.
"Well, he's African American, moderately dark brown coloured skin. Black hair, black eyes..."
"Did you see his cock," I cut Wolfgang off, "He's circumcised right?"
Wolfgang laughed, "It's a big deal now that you discovered not everyone's cut, huh?" He replied. "I haven't seen his cock, or anyone else that's going to be on the team for that matter."
"Oh." I replied, realizing that I shouldn't've gone into such intimate details in public.
"I've only practised with two that'll be on the team. Jamaal, and Jose. I don't know if they have more members already, or if they're that short. It's promising, but I could always back out of basketball. It's not set in stone." Wolfgang rambled.
"Alright." I replied with not much else to say about the subject. I turned my attention to finishing up my soup. Wolfgang watched me eat for a moment before pulling out his phone for a source of distraction. After I finished up my soup I pulled out my notebook from my bag to take a crack at some of the problem sets for Linear Algebra. I didn't want to do them, but I very much needed the practice if I wanted to pass course, if not pass with a decent grade. As the 12 pm approached, I started to get visibly annoyed with some of the harder problems. I was zoned in on the question, I couldn't get the correct answer from the answer sheet. I saw Wolfgang's hand appear in my view as he went for my left hand.
"You alright?" Wolfgang asked me.
I sighed, "Yeah." I replied.
"Let me look at it." Wolfgang replied. I was not expecting Wolfgang to be much help since I imagine he spent most of his time doing athletics rather than nerdy things like math. He turned the notebook around and pulled it towards him. He grabbed his pen out from his bag and started working on the question himself. It took him much less time to finish the question. "C'mon Xavier, how did you not figure out what you did wrong?" Wolfgang replied as he turned my notebook around and pushed it back to me. "You took this number from a different question when you wrote down the question, which is why you kept getting the wrong answer."
"Oh," I said almost blushing, "Thanks." I replied. "I'm kinda surprised." I replied.
"Yeah," Wolfgang started, "I had Linear Algebra last year, so I still remember some stuff from it." He laughed.
"What did you get in it?" I asked.
"It was a harder course, at least the exams were hard. I got a B+ if I remember correctly."
"Alright," I said, somewhat concerned. "You never told me what you major was."
"Oh, I guess I didn't've?" Wolfgang said, "I think you might be surprised," he continued, "I'm studying Computer Engineering, second year."
My forehead hit the table. "Fuck." I said. I was indeed shocked. I was not expecting a jock that spends a lot of time staying ripped as hell to have the smarts to do a more engineering-centric program. I had no doubt that his program is harder than mine, and that really shook me to the core. Now I felt dumb. For some reason, I had some sort of expectation that jocks were supposed to be not as smart as the thin twink nerds. But now, when I compare myself to Wolfgang, I feel inferior, he's chiselled, he's athletic, he's smarter, and somehow manages to find time to hang out with me during school hours while managing his fitness, sports, and studies? I took my head off the table, Wolfgang was a bit surprised from my reaction, but when it finally registered to him that I was looking at him, he switched back to a smile. "I'm impressed." I said, "You're managing sports, gym workouts, studies, and time with me?" I asked.
"It's not that bad." Wolfgang said. "It's just a few hours, maybe one or two per day to keep up. It's not hard to squeeze that into my schedule."
"Right." I said. I couldn't agree with him, but if it's working out for him then that's great. "Anyways," I continued, "I think it's time to get going." I said.
"Yeah, you got a class starting at 12, you better go." Wolfgang said. "I'll just pop-in to the frat house and see what Jason's up to."
***
Wolfgang's meeting with Jason was scheduled for around 1 PM. They were both free at that time, and they both agreed that causal attire was good enough. Wolfgang was both nervous and confident. He knew he had to display confidence to get his way, or at least to increase the chances of things going his way. He walked down the hall, looking for the room number that he was told was the room Jason would be waiting for him. Wolfgang found the door, and knocked on it. There was a brief moment of silence before Wolfgang heard a response.
"Come in." A voice behind the door said. Wolfgang opened the door and walked in. There was Jason Olsen. A really hot looking guy that was running it all. His hair was similar to Wolfgang, that brownish-gold looking hair. His hair from the top of his forehead circled around his forehead and curled inwards, looking almost like the outline of a pretzel. His hair on the sides was mostly straight until it hit his eye-line where it started curling outwards until his earlobe, which then was jetting straight out away from his head for a few inches. His nose seemed small, but he had piercing bright emerald eyes. He seemed quite thinner, but despite this, he was still quite tall at 6' 3". For the occasion, he wore a black tank top, that showcased his muscular shoulders and his chest, (with only a small portion of his pecs being exposed).
"Wolfgang!" Jason said enthusiastically.
Wolfgang grinned, "Jason, what's up?" He asked.
"Nothing much, obviously been waiting to see you." Jason said, his face beaming with happiness. "Take a seat." Jason said, directing his hand to the chair in front of his desk. Wolfgang sat down on it, while Jason backed onto his desk, placed his hands on the edges, and lifted up his body onto it. This was the easiest way for Jason to obtain a height advantage over Wolfgang. He leaned in a bit to get a better look at Wolfgang.
"So," Jason started, "What brought you here?"
"I mean, why wouldn't I be here?" Wolfgang replied. "Doesn't it make sense that I would want to join?"
Jason briefly looked at the ceiling corner with an unsatisfied look on his face. "Don't circle jerk yet." He started, "Tell me why, why Omnicron... What's the reason?" Jason returned his gaze into Wolfgang's eyes. It was hard for Wolfgang to ignore the green eyes zeroing into his own blue eyes.
Wolfgang blushed a bit, "Well, the thing is... I've been, hmm, fooling around I guess you could say. I've been around here essentially. I've been invited enough times here, that I think I belong here."
Jason blinked. "Okay." He said as he hopped off his desk. He walked over to stand beside Wolfgang and crossed his arms. "Are you going to elaborate?"
Wolfgang started to sweat. Jason had stolen his confidence, and now he had no idea if what he was saying was helping his case. "Wrestling, When I was wrestling I was practising here, with your boys. So, now I'm getting offers for other sports, and uh, the boys here are a large part of the jocks that are doing sports. So I'd want to basically be part of a brotherhood -- like the one you got here -- where bros help each other out in getting better. You know?" Wolfgang said, with great nervousness as Jason stood in silence, with no expression on his face.
Jason walked back in front of his deck and hopped back on. "First of all." He started. "... We don't normally do this. We usually make you do hazings usually in the spring, after applying in the Fall."
Wolfgang felt a little relief. 'If Jason is talking about hazings, that means I passed?' Wolfgang thought to himself.
"But," Jason restarted, "you're an exception. You're big now, people are watching you. People are talking about you." Jason said. "You're a high profile individual, so, obviously, that's why we're doing this today." Jason briefly looked at his swinging feet. "However," Jason looked again at Wolfgang with a somewhat impressed look, "You need to understand, what brotherhood is. If you're in, we're your brothers. You need to think of that literally. This isn't a sporty study group, nor is it a club for jocks. Who said this is only for jocks?" Jason got off his desk and started pacing for his speech. "Well, we have expectations for fitness, so that's true. But, my point, this is a brotherhood, and to enter each must sacrifice something. The more serious the sacrifice," Jason turned to Wolfgang with a somewhat devilish grin on his face, "The stronger the bond is with your brothers." He walked towards Wolfgang and placed his hand on Wolfgang's shoulder. "Are you really sure Wolfgang?" Jason said seductively.
"Yeah, I am." Wolfgang said, gulping immediately afterwards.
"Speaking of bonding." Jason returned to sitting on his desk. "You've got a problem. Don't you?"
Wolfgang's ears perked. "What do you mean?" Wolfgang asked somewhat confused. He wasn't sure exactly what Jason was thinking. Is it the same problem that Wolfgang's been grappling with for years?
"How about you show me it?" Jason asked with a smug smirk on his face. His eyes were filled with lust.
Wolfgang played stupid, "Show you what?"
"When we get the boys nude together... Wouldn't you have a problem?" Jason replied his face wreaking lust and hornyness. "Show me, Wolfgang. Show me the problem..." Jason paused, "Or I won't let you in."
Wolfgang knew that his suspicion was right. He got up from the chair and Jason copied. Jason was clearly staring at his grey sweatpants, the spot where his cock was hiding underneath. Wolfgang grabbed the side of his pants and pulled them down slowly, his uncut cock flopped out.
"Oh my," Jason said in a fake surprised tone. He quickly grabbed Wolfgang's cock and started peeling the foreskin back and pulling it back forward. "Aww, this brings back memories. I remember when I had a foreskin." Jason replied. "You know what my sacrifice was?" Jason asked Wolfgang, "It was a circumcision..." Jason's smile intensified as he placed his forehead on Wolfgang's forehead. "You're sacrifice will be the same. You won't bond with us if you're not cut."
"Fuck." Wolfgang said the tone that Jason was talking in was way too sexually appealing to him.
"You like it when I talk like this? Don't you... Wolfie."
"Fuck, Jason... What kinda cut?" Wolfgang asked.
Jason took a step back, he pulled down his pants and his cock sprang up pointing straight at Wolfgang's face. "Touch it." He ordered. The low and tight circumcised cock clearly looked like an adult cut. Only half a centimetre of innerforeskin was preserved, and the glans was stretching back further than it naturally would due to the overly tight circumcision. "It's very tight. You can't get the skin on it. When hard it looks a bit deformed?" Jason said with uncertainty in his choice of words. "But I think yours needs to be lower."
Wolfgang wrapped his hand around Jason's cock and ran it up over his glans. He got Jason's precum on his hand. "How low?" Wolfgang asked.
Jason chuckled. "How about, stitched to your corona low?" Jason said, staring seductively into Wolfgang's eyes.
"Uhh..." Wolfgang started with uncertainty. He was taken back by the proposition of such an extremely low cut. Jason started prodding Wolfgang's face.
"You can't say no to that hun." Jason said with a bright smile beaming on his face. "Remember, I'm the boss around here..." Jason continued. Jason could tell Wolfgang was still uncertain, "Wolfgang," Jason said normalizing his tone, "If mine was loose enough, I'd get a revision to match."
"Yeah?" Wolfgang said, feeling like a bunch of weights have been taken off his shoulders.
"Seriously," Jason started, "circumcision is great for bonding. The more extreme the better. Why am I the bossman around here? My college life is dedicated to ensuring the brotherhood exists, is in order, and is well. Under my tenure, I've made sure everyone's been cut. No ifs, ands, or buts. Everyone that's uncut gets the same extreme low cut now, actually. It's our signature cut. You should be happy to get it, and wear it with pride. We don't get many uncuts, so not many wear the 'badge of honour' so to speak."
Wolfgang felt a lot better now. "You know, I actually wanted to get circumcised." He started, causing Jason's face to intensify further. "I'm actually really like this, a unique circumcision to demonstrate my identity for life?"
"Guscu is amazing. I promise." Jason replied. "One of our top med students. He developed this cut, and he plans to pass it down to our next circumcisor." Jason continued. "So, you seem pretty happy now. Sounds good?"
"Yeah, sounds awesome actually!" Wolfgang replied enthusiastically.
Jason laughed, "Well! I think it's set then. Welcome to the brotherhood Wolfgang! I'll let you know when we can do your hazing. It's going to look great, I promise!" Jason said while smiling at Wolfgang. Wolfgang smiled back and proceeded to pull his pants back up. "I'll message you later, alright?" Jason asked.
"Alright, sure." Wolfgang replied.
"Stay safe, and don't do anything stupid." Jason replied, "Don't tell the paparazzi what transpired here today."
Wolfgang chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I don't want to be on the front cover again." He said, causing Jason to chuckle in return. Wolfgang left and continued back to his dorm room. When he arrived, he tossed his bag onto his bed. He took off all his clothing, except his socks. He turned to the mirror in the room. He ran his hand down his chest, over his abs, and onto his cock. He looked down to see his uncut cock hardening. He touched the foreskin and pulled it forward. "Damn," He said to himself. "I'm actually going to get this cut off..." Wolfgang said in near disbelief. "It's actually happening. I'm going to be a real man," he said as he continued to prod his silky smooth foreskin, "I'll finally fit in with the other jocks... I won't be weird anymore." Suddenly Wolfgang's phone went off. He bent over, reaching to the floor to rummage his phone out of his pocket. It was a message from Jason.
"Guscu's free on Thursday evening, that's the soonest we can get it done. You're free Thursday?" The text from Jason read.
Wolfgang replied, "Yup, I'm free on Thursday. What time?" Wolfgang asked.
Jason replied, "Anytime, how about 7 PM?"
Wolfgang replied, "Sure. Works for me."
Jason replied again, "Great. Just FYI, no masturbating for 4 weeks, no topping for 6 weeks."
"FUCK!" Wolfgang said out loud as he looked back at his cock, with his chiselled abs in plain view. "I didn't even think about that. That's gonna suck." Wolfgang said as he finally started to realize the real magnitude of the procedure.
He replied to Jason's text, "What about working out, will I'll still be able to do that?" He asked.
Jason replied, "You might want to take it easy on Friday, but you should still be able to work out, the real concern is that you can't get it wet for at least the first few days."
Wolfgang thought about it, he didn't know how he was going to continue working out at the gym without breaking a sweat. He was going to stink like sweat real bad if he is unable to take a shower for even just a few days. But Wolfgang convinced himself that the odour from sweat shouldn't be that bad if he takes it easy. Wolfgang finally replied to Jason's text, "Thanks Jason for the info, I guess we'll see each other again on Thursday then?"
Jason replied, "Yep, see you on Thursday. Just meet up with us at my office."
Wolfgang turned the screen on his phone off and tossed it onto the bed. He turned to the mirror to take another look at his chiselled body. He started at his shoulders, then his pecs, his rock hard 8-pack abs, down to his muscular legs. "Damn, I've been keeping up with everything pretty good. I hope this doesn't screw me up." Wolfgang said to himself in a concerned manner, "I'd rather not lose any of this muscle." He sighed as he felt his abs again, running his hand over the packs and feeling the grooves between them. "Fuck these abs are so worth it... I'm gonna have to work my ass off in a month's time to stay this ripped." Wolfgang once again said to himself. He really was admiring his body in its current state. Years of hard training starting before high school to give him a competitive edge in the athletic department has, and later trying to out muscle all the jocks doing wrestling in High School has resulted in Wolfgang's impressive muscular figure. However, Wolfgang's fear of losing his muscularity, in reality, will only make him more impressive.