#fraternity

He’d crossed the line again, becoming an embarrassment to the House and to its Brothers so his big Brother decided he needed a lesson in consequences. Reaching out to the Sheriff and requesting some help was simple, a few Brothers belong to the man after all.

Mess with one, mess with them all.

A few years ago he’s never even though of himself as the frat type but after meeting the man who would become his big Brother he starting seeing himself as the type. Starting understanding how the whole fraternity think worked and really got into the brotherhood of it all. Now he can’t image not being a fraternity brother.

When the house is really full and some of the Alumni are coming to a party, and staying over, then some of the Brothers have to take steps to make room. Having the little and big Brothers bunk together is one of the easier ones.

It tasted different then he expected. He knew it was a regular cigar no different than the dozen or so he’d smoked with the Brother’s before but this was the first time he’d smoked one with them as a Brother. He expected, he wasn’t sure what he expected but he expected something to be different but so far it felt the same as it always had been. Maybe his big Brother was right and he’d always been meant to be one of them. Maybe he had always been one and just never realized it. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

Being part of a Fraternity is as much about teamwork and bonding as being in the Unit or on a Team is.

It started with the jacket. Who was he to turn down a gift from his big Brother, especially a cool black leather jacket? Then same the gloves, pants and…other things, then last the hair cut and lesson on his big Brothers ride which always ended at a bar looking to get laid. He picked the best big Brother.

He and his big Brother might both be out of school but they still keep in touch and when he gets a text to report he lights up and snaps a photo.

Double fisting his cigar and whiskey while donning a sports jacket he thinks it’s a no brainer that the House should take him. And he’d right, the House does want him. But not because he’d one of them but because becomes he’s every bad stereotype there is and they can’t stand that.

It’s his own choice this time. Just like the shirt and vest. His big Brother’s still home on his break too so he doesn’t have to. But he wants to dress nice. He wanted to slip the plug into his ass. he wanted to pack the pipe. And he wanted to send a photo to his big Brother.

He thought it was just a game, some cool costumes his buddy found for their House’s Halloween party but as the night went on and his Brother started getting more and more into the role of his master-pulling on the chain, making him fetch and hold his drink- he started feeling a little different about it. He couldn’t explain what it was but when he was ordered to kneel next to him- supposable as a joke but when his knees hit the carpet and his Owner resting a hand across his shoulder it didn’t feel fake. It felt real. And he wanted more.

Smiling around the cigar as he leaned into his big Brother he could barely believe who he’d become over the last few months and he couldn’t wait to see that changes the next couple of months had in store for him.

It was his little Brother’s big day. He’d finally graduated and there was no where he’d rather be then in the crowd watching his Brother walk the stage and have a cigar to offer him after. Even if it hadn’t been his duty as his big Brother it would have been his privilege as his friend.

He hadn’t expected to see his old big Brother at the block party but the moment his big Brother handed him the cigar and told him to sit and chat for awhile he felt ten years younger as the years between fell away and he was a freshmen rushing his favorite fraternity willing to do anything his big Brother wanted again.

Over the last few months he’s become used to holding his little Brother when he takes his afternoon naps, and when he passes out after an all night party, but now his Brother is a full Brother and has his own room with a bed and everything. The pillow just isn’t the same.

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Boxer Brothers

They’re in this together, whatever their big Brothers want them to do they’ll do, as a Team and with a smile.

Big and little Brother. Together they can do anything.

Fraternity pledges for Omega Psi Phi practice their stepping routine in the Fisk University gymnasium, 1969

A college student studies in his room in the Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity house of the University of Cincinnati, Ohio, 1916