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PJ and Theo were at the top of their game. Not just in football where they had gotten their university scholarships that not only kept them enrolled but kept the school very happy with their star athletes. But also in partying, lifting and scoring bitches every time they went out for pussy patrol. Tonight would be no different, a fraternity mixer between Beta Omega Upsilon (BOY) and a rival fraternity Kappa Omega Kappa (kok) was happening. Sure it meant they had to deal with the campus fags a little bit but it also meant all their progressive besties that BOY’s had trouble getting a chance with would be there tonight. So they were going to suck it up, drink their pansy ass alcohol and have a good time.
PJ was almost done getting ready, he was a total cleancut jock. The kicker on their football team and one of BOY’s cleanest (reputation) guys on campus. He was your typical finance bro who would tout big numbers but struggle in almost any science or humanities course leaving him slightly lack luster in everyday conversation. So sure he could score a hookup, maybe even a date but most people seeking courtship, relationships, would ditch him as soon as they could. Which had obviously led the jock to develop some type of chip on his shoulder. An insecurity he couldn’t shake so he would just overcompensate, flash money and cash whenever and wherever he could or have more meaningless hookups.
Wearing a letterman jacket with a simple white t-shirt and chain. He was giving more football fuckboy than anything else and with those tight jeans wrapped around his legs like ceram wrap it's not hard to imagine him getting some attention. Attention that he didn’t know would be the last thing he wanted.
“Fucking hell trying to get you out of the house is worse then trying to get a chick to leave!” PJ says as they walk down the frat row. A lot of the CO-eds were already getting drunk, music blaring in the air creating that noise complaint atmosphere cops just LOVED.
“Bro chill the fuck out i just wanted to look good tonight for the chicks is that so bad?” Theo asks as he takes a few quick steps ahead. Theo, while dumber than PJ, was not an idiot. He could always tell that his frat brother was annoyed and or jealous of him. For whatever reason he couldn’t discern but he did know that feeling so he did his best to navigate it.
“As long as you don’t poach one of my babes were good bro. You can’t pull what you did last time at Gamma Gamma Gamma’s Luau celebration!” He says it like he's trying to bitch slap Theo, like Theo had committed some ultimate sin at a frat party instead of just having fun!
“Bro, i didn’t poach shit, they have free will and a mind of their own. Its not like anyone or anything was controlling them or making them want to sleep with me bro. That shit is not on me. Would be kinda hot to have control like that though bro!” he tries to lighten it up at the end, Theo isn’t a guy for conflict its just not in him. The two have been bros for basically ever and he doesn't want to ruin that with some silly fight.
“Would be kind of hot, listen I'm just asking for you to not cramp on my game okay! I need tonight!” They are at this point infront of FAG house- KOK’s Frat house, the openly gay frat on campus. They both said silent, homophobic prayers before stepping foot on the grounds, the beats were pumping in the air. The front lawn had plenty of people half naked, dancing, drinking and smoking. Sadly for these boys it was majority men on the outside, more than half brandishing some level of pride flag as they danced together in drunken revelry.
When they had seen the pride flag they had initially been repulsed, their “anti-woke” mindset not loving the idea of sharing a space with anyone who is different then them but free booze, possible new chicks to bang and a night not wasted. Sign them the fuck up, PJ could get the fuck over it if he was drunk enough and it seemed like there was plenty, just no fag should hit on him if they wanted to keep those pansy faces nice. Theo was again a much nicer, kinder being! It would be a shame to not let new people gaze at the glory of him. Sure he didn’t like fa- gay men but they always praised his muscles and bought him drinks so as long as they fed his ego he was okay with teasing and flirting back. Still uncomfortable but a different flavor.
“I swear to god dude the booze and babes better be bangin or i’m out in the first hour!” PJ quickly tells theo, his wingman who has a history of in Pj’s mind staying in places too long.
“Dude come on, its the start of an all night RAGER, you know KOK throws some of the biggest parties on campus, live a little, relax, plus they apparently have a great DJ scheduled tonight.” Theo says before he runs ahead being waved inside by one of their frat mates while PJ scout’s outside, going along the side of the house to the backyard where a DJ a dj setup is certainly being put up. He gets lost in all the equipment and decorations. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.It might be better than the lame as speakers they have at their own parties.
“Admiring the equipment!” An effeminate blonde haired twink lisps out, he’s in a mesh long sleeve neon green crop top, his midriff a fully toned stomach with jeans that look painted on. His ass barely contained by the denim prison he calls pants. His hands are covered in rings and his wrist adorned with so many bracelets it could probably all be used for reps if he tried working out. This was not the vibe PJ would go for. Hell he was pretty sure this was not the vibe any of his frat would go for.
“Uh… uh yeah bro it's really nice, can’t wait to hear the DJ’s set!” nice conversation PJ thinks to himself. Last thing he wants is to get kicked out and as long as the fag freak doesn’t come onto him they are both more then fine! If only he knew more about who or what this fag freak was.
“Oh I think you will LOVE my set, I geared it towards both frats tonight, KOK’s president, Everrett. Such a doll I owed him a HUGE favor from another gig and so I was happy for him to cash it out here!” Fucking great the bigot thought. This fairy freak is the DJ. It's going to be all pop nonsense, no good music whatsoever. He didn’t realize his surface thoughts could be heard by the DJ. How could he, PJ exists in the belief that everything was normal, mundane and the most magical thing he believed was in church but only on holidays. Ofcourse PJ’s mind latched onto the favor part, imagining that fag on his knees for a slightly bigger, toned masculine fag that he had made up. The thought made his stomach twist and turn but it was enough ammunition for the twink.
“I’m sure I will bro, but are you sure you’ll play any real music, music BOY members will know? I mean me and my bro Theo probably don’t even know any of that gay shit, no offense” he was picking fun at the twink. It really was just another way of talking down to him which is all PJ really knew how to do at the end of the day, talk down to people! Something that would be his undoing, especially if he kept doing it to this specific waifish dj twink.
“Oh I’m sure if you don’t know any, then by the end of the night you will!” he said it with a wink, thinking that would be the end of it so that he could walk away and just start his set. The music was going to change minds, open people up, make them receptive but this jack ass just had to keep talking. PJ loved talking.
The goal tonight was to promote unity and undo division between the frats. The entire campus had been feeling tense since last Halloween when ASZ had to be quarantined due to a himbo oil outbreak. So this was one way to try and make everyone relax, two of the major frats meeting up and partying with booze, music and each other.
“Nah bro, atleast put on some edm or rap dude. You can play your pansy ass pop shit when I manage to grab some pussy and dip!” PJ laughs it out to himself like what he’s saying is hilarious and not entirely insulting and possibly derogatory.
The DJ twink just grins, his back was turned to PJ as he had been making his way to his station so he couldn’t see the malice spreading on his face, or how his fingernails which had an assortment of designs started to glow. He didn’t see a need in letting this asshole talk himself deeper into a hole or insulting him more, he would fix the problem, sure some other people (did douchebag frat boys who were bigots really count) would be caught in the crossfire but who didn’t want a more inclusive campus.
“You know, I think I’ll be able to get you something we both want!” His voice somehow echoes as he gets into position on the lifted stage. PJ just shrugs taking it as a win, maybe the fucking twig or twink or whatever they are called can actually do his job and entertain him is what he’s thinking when he makes his way inside the frat house trying to find Theo. It seems like he’s talking to some ridiculously buff dude in just some obnoxious neon pink shorts. He was taller then both of us, super tan with tattoos, a literal adonis, if it wasn’t for the classic “gay voice” i wouldn’t have got that he was a fag and asked if he wanted to hit the gym.
“.... I promise none of the guys at KOK bite, we’re just wanting to reach out and build more community and solidarity with you guys at BOY.” He puts his hand on Theo’s shoulder, flashing a bright smile. Theo lets out a laugh, maybe even a giggle, he never giggles, was he being flirted with by a fairy and falling for it. PJ had to step in to intervene somehow right? Wasn’t there something in bro code about not letting bros become cocksuckers. About only banging chicks and if need be saying no homo before a quick brojob.
“No, no I believe you. I think this is a good idea, I mean a party between us… BROS yeah between us bros and getting to know each other beyond just frat identities is so great dude, god I don’t know what it is uh..” He pauses before the man speaks.
“Everett!” Everett, literal golden adonis informs him of his name, his hand running down from his shoulder to the small of PJ bro’s back. PJ swore he could almost see Theo shiver, biting his lip and holding back a whimper. God his bro was fagging out hard. Maybe if both of them fell for the KOK president
‘I mean I get it, this man screamed… well he screamed man. Even his smell, this pure, unadulterated earthy musk that made me sniff the air was the epitome of masculinity. Maybe I was fagging out to as I looked him up and down, admiring the curvature of his muscles, the way his shorts were straining not just against this massive bulge in the front, but his ass made the fabric look painted on. God the idea of ripping those shorts off with my teeth, the image of his cock slapping against my face PULSED in my mind, over and over again like a blight camera flash, disorienting me. Fuck, stop it, okay lets get Theo out of here,’ The thoughts racing through PJ’s mind are so loud and panicked. The pulsing magic of Faggy pres over there frightened him and made him want to leave. Before Theo could say another word PJ acted fast and slapped his hand on Theo’s other shoulder. Grabbing both attention.
“Hey dude I think i saw a keg out back, mind helping me tap that! Sorry to interrupt Everett!” The adonis, the head of KOK (as he would soon learn) just smiled and waved me off, Theo looked confused as I pulled him away, his eyes blinking rapidly as I made our way back to the backyard. The DJ looked like he was finishing setting up, a few others had made there way out here.
“Dude theres… There's no keg!” Theo sounded even dumber than I remembered him to be, his head shaking. God that guy was like frying his brain somehow, or maybe he had been roofied? Did gay guys roofie people? I decided tough love was the only solution to save my bro. Tough love equals a slap to the face, something I had wanted to do forever.
“Snap out of it Theo!” PJ’s hand hits across his face with a loud smack, the way his cheek recoils and his face turns leaves the jock stunned. A red mark making itself clear on his once pale pristine porcelain skin but it all seems to do the trick. He looks genuinely concerned, one hand on his cheek, his eyes wide while the other one points to him and then Everett and then himself again. Gobsmacked by the actions just taken at the KOK frat house. No one could have prepared him for this, for falling prey very quickly and briefly to the ancient horny magics of a fat president.
“Fuck dude, i was like totally gaying out there. I was like half a second from getting on my knees and trying to suck his cock through his shorts. You like totally saved my life dude thank you!” He puts his hands on PJ’s shoulders, smiling like a damn idiot, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. God he was also feeling that strongly. This place was dangerous, they needed to leave. Not just now, yesterday otherwise they were gonna become some fags plaything.
“Don’t thank me yet, lets get out of here, and quick maybe hit up a bar. This is no place for alphas like us!” PJ puffs up his chest as he says this, trying to appear bigger, stronger, maybe even taller then his friend Theo. For someone smarter and with more use of their brain it wouldn’t have worked but PJ knew he was working with a himbo. Theo nodded, accepting his role as follower and willing to do whatever PJ said or did.
The boys were starting to walk away, their footfalls heavy and stride long, hell they were almost out of the backyard when the speakers came to life. Static filling the air making the soon to be captive audience stand still. PJ and Theo’s escape was halted and as PJ took deep shallow breaths all he could think from the slight feedback of the sound system was that the damn twink was going to play some fruity bull shit. So self absorbed and “mighty” he forgot that he and his friend had almost been converted by a gay magic frat president.
“Hello my party people, girls gays and theys I hope you are ready for a fun night and for all those who I didn’t address don’t worry I’ll get to you soon!” The DJ gives a quick hand signal before beginning his set. His mic turns off and a basic beat starts to play. Some of the audience is already getting into it, the PULSE of the base thrumming through the crowd. The electronic sound gets past everyone's ears and magically syncs with their brains as it makes it to where anyone within vicinity of the initial music will always hear it.
The boys, the alpha males they are, immediately feel something off, something faggy about this beat. With their initial experience with KOK’s Frat president being so fret with danger they quickened their pace. But no matter how far they got the music stayed the same volume. Same PULSING! They stopped in their tracks, trying to speak to each other but couldn’t hear each other underneath all this music. Their voices drowned out by synth that only PULSED louder, their hands racing up to cover their ears in vain
“Get ready for the RUSH!” The twink says as the actual song starts. Troye Sivan blaring in everyones ears, the gay frat members already dancing. Grinding against each other before Troye even gets to sing the first line
PJ feels that PULSE again, now being carried by Troye Sivan’s silky voice, feeling a breath on his neck as his hips start to move against his will, perfectly in beat with the song. His hand leave his ears, his eyes are wide as his body has a mind of its own. His arms move down, his hands going underneath his shirt to feel up the muscle he worked so hard for. He cringes so hard, this isn’t how he moves, he’s not some flaming FAGG- PULSE PULSE PULSE- the word dies in his mind, losing most of its negative connotation. But still he doesn’t move like some fairy twink, hips going side to side, ass jiggling as much as it can when its tightly wrapped in denim.
Theo was experiencing something very similar, although where PJ was moving in place, hips swinging back and forth Theo found himself walking behind his best bro. His hands going to the side of PJ’s torso as they ran against the fabric. His crotch being rubbed against as his bro kept moving back forth almost grinding.
PJ was trying to tell him to stop but the words “Addicted to your touch” PULSED in his mind and he couldn’t help but feel excited, and thrilled. “Nothing Gay or faggy about me and bro dancing right… fuck no”
Big communication, tell me what you want
Theo’s voice starts to break through, groaning as his bro keeps stimulating his cock. His voice getting deeper, gruffer, he feel the PULSES raking through his body, his mind on fire. The thoughts the Frat Pres implanted earlier come back, louder, hornier but less specific. Less centered on serving Everett, more focused on men, all men. His mind is blurring as everything heats up, losing himself quickly to the sound. His lack of intellect is a terrible defense as he submits to the DJ’s Mix wicked desire. Giving in more and more to its superior horny gay music. Why think when you can dance?
“Fuck, clothes feel tight, bro… you.. Feel… good…take, clothes… off” he manages to get out. PJ is stunned. What the fuck, thats not his friends voice he thinks, and he def wouldn’t be telling him to disrobe infront of all these gay guys. No wya PJ would.. Fuck his hands were allready stripping his shirt off of him. Showing off his scruffy, built torso. His pectorals glistening underneath the party lights, his pelt of hair sweaty, arms flexing as they throw the shirt away. He feels his position changed, Theo’s arms on his shoulder as he thrusts back his muscular globes stressing the blue denim to their limits. God he loves when Theo touches him, the more contact he makes with Pj’s body, the better PJ feels.
Translate your vibration, let your body talk to me
Baby love, if you wanna show me what
You've been schemin' up, if you wanna (Let go)
Trust the simulation, don't you let it break
Every stimulation, promise I can take
What you wanna give? Boy, you better show me what
Both the boys feel the verse PULSE through them, PJ is trying to fight, his heart beating faster, unsure of how to escape this terrifying power. His friend obviously lost. He wills his legs to let him turn to face his friend. It takes all his strength but as he gets there. Instead of his friend's gorgeous boy next door looks, piercing eyes staring back at him, there is this glowing pink blur overtaking his features. It PULSES brighter and brighter till PJ has to close his eyes and realize nothing has changed right? His friend's once pale complexion was replaced with a perfect sunkissed tan, but that makes sense Theo loves working outside under the hot sun at the beach, he hasn’t been pale in years. His face is now covered in facial hair, it's always been that way though, Theo always has a full hot sexy…. Not sexy… not gay… SEXY BEARD. Cheekbones are so much higher, lips perfectly plump and nose strong and sturdy… WEVE ALWAYS WANTED TO FEEL HIS FACE PRESSED AGAINST OURS….. His eyes somehow were even more empty and dull, his brow bone extended further giving him this neanderthal look. His hair is hidden underneath his classic baseball cap he always has turned backwards… IT MAKES HIM LOOK SO MASC.
Theo’s hands find their way to the small of PJ’s back, before finally landing on his ass. Hands that start to blur just like his face did, fingers growing longer, thicker, palms becoming wider as they take up both cheeks. Fingers digging in becoming more possessive, hungry, the denim prison containing PJ’s best asset starts to unravel leaving him in his underwear allowing his best bro better access to his ass. PJ’s thick, delicious ass, always attracting the wrong attention PULSES, as if the thing infecting his friend, changing him is spreading with touch. He has to bite his lips, moans and groans fighting to escape from sheer pleasure.
He feels his body betray him. He panics more, this heavy, hot pleasure from his bros touch is making him squirm, his hips now grinding his crotch into Theos. His cock is getting so hard, its leaking all eight inches of pure masculine, straight, virility now leaking pre as he's forced to grind against his fully clothed bro in his underwear. He should be horrified, screaming, throwing up but his face refuses to emote that, when he’s not biting his lip, he is smiling like a fool or his eyes are rolling in the back of his head. He can feel himself getting smaller, his inner voice, his consciousness getting drowned out by the music. Its louder then his thoughts, its just so easy to give in, to submit, to do what the music is saying.
You got my heartbeat racin'
They both light up in pink gay horny magic, their bodies pulsing. Theo’s neck grows thicker to match his more masculine face. His shoulders start to broaden, his spine stretching as he grows taller. His pecs inflate as pounds of muscles pile on, fat melting from his body as his abs cobble themselves into a six pack and his waist trims out , the red shirt he’s wearing strains as his biceps BULGE and his triceps become perfect corded muscles that lead to his thick hands. He finds himself picking up PJ who stares in confusion, the last vestiges of himself witnessing his bro, the boy next door becoming an adonis before his eyes.
PJ’s heart starts beating faster, he feels this PULSING HEAT thrum through him, the pink glow on his skin, on his friends skin and the sudden growth and realizes just how fucked he is. It only gets worse as the PULSE gets hotter, his heart faster and he sees the pelt of hair, all of his body hair disintegrates. Years of lifting and hard work vanish as his body becomes slim, any excess fat from his torso, his face, his legs vanishes or redistributes as his ass becomes fatter, more round and bubblier. His voice, his moans become whinier as he’s slowly carried into the house. His face, once masculine in a privileged douchebag way, softens, his nose becomes button like, his brows perfectly manicured, his lips perfect dick sucking lips. His hair which had been short lengthens and styles itself perfect.
PJ feels himself get thrown down onto a mattress face first, his body landing with his ass in his air. Like it just naturally knows its purpose. PULSE He doesn’t know how quickly they found the room, or what's happening or what he’s doing. PULSE. PJ actually DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING. His mind starts to feel foggy, his eyes take on this pink tinge. The entire situation which had been so worrisome, so scary,. The loss of agency, him and his bro transforming, basically being naked was just… FUNNY. He couldn’t help but giggle.
He hears a belt being undone before it's tossed to the floor and a man raises a gruff voice. “Move your head here bitch!” he turns to see Theo his best BRO- FUCK BUDDY pointing to the edge of the bed, one hand unzipping his pants before letting his cock flop out. Commando was SOOOO HOT. PJ couldn’t help but listen, but thats cause PJ doesn’t think, PJ FOLLOWS PJ OBEYS.
PJ moves his head to the edge of the bed, and feels his fuck buddy, his DOM TOP, his MASTER arrange his head so that his head is upside down on the bed, his jaw wide open. That below average cock theo has glorious, amazing leaking dick above him is glowing pink, just like PJ’s own monster- PATHETIC DICKLET. PJ needs to feel it in his mouth, in his throat he’s desperate for it. His throat feels so empty. The way it just wags back and forth teasing him as Theo’s balls are just out of reach of his nose and tongue is so unfair.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and take all ten inches boy?” he asks PJ, Pj nods furiously, too dumb to talk when a dick is out. It makes his master laugh. PJ was such an idiot smetimes, good thing he had an idiot master to lead him around too.
It's so good, it's so good
When Theo finally does plunge his cock deep into PJ’s throat its like heaven the way it just glides in. the PULSE erasing PJ”s gag reflex. His throat horny, hungry, desperate to be filled that it flexes around the fuckstick.
PJ’s eyes start to roll back, the pleasure so intense. Its everything he ever wanted. Sinking all the way until Theo’s balls are right on his nose, this deep masculine musk and sweat melting his mind as he rests there. Letting his fag adjust.
Untill he starts to slowly pull out till just the head of his cock is on the fag’s lips. PJ immediately starts to lick the head, his nose breathing for him as he catches his breath, he even tries to reach for more of his masters cock but feels him hold him back, one hand on his chest as he stops and lets him start the real fucking.
It's so good, it's so good
So good when we slow gravity, so good
It's so good, it's so good
Breathe one, two, three, take all of me, so good
It's so good, it's so good
Theo taking more control decides to slam back down into his twink, memories of fucking him senseless start to play in his mind. Of claiming this bitch freshman year, of rushing KOK together. Of taking him for dates, sharing him with the frat. Nights out after exams at the park, fucking on the beach. A full life replaces the old dreadful one as he starts seesawing into HIS FAGGOT’s EMPTY THROAT. He can feel the vibration of PJ’s moans on his dick. The way his boy loses control as he’s used and abused, god it gets him to close. But he doesn’t just want to cum in his throat, he pulls out with a plop. His cock slick with saliva, a trail following after he leaves. He motions for his boy, who looks so tired to flip over. He does so without any question, presenting his brief covered ass into the air, his back arching and face pressed against the strangers bed.
PJ’s Mind is on fire, memories of being some alpha male being burned to ash as the center of his world becomes servicing and pleasing cocks. Falling head over heels for the most masculine man he had been roomed with freshmen year. Sneaking into that man’s bed late at night, pulling off the covers and taking slow licks along his shaft, daring him to wake up with every single one. The way his lips felt wrapped around that shaft, how much better it felt when he felt Theo’s hand firmly grasp his head and shove it all the way down to the hilt. How it felt when he first fucked PJ’s bussy.
Pass your boy the heatwave
Kiss it when you're done, man, this shit is so much fun
Theo Tears PJ’s briefs into two. Split right down the middle, the fabric already weak from holding back the biggest thing on the thin twink’s body, his ass. He doesn’t waste any time does he? No Theo spreads those cheeks, looking at that beautiful, still tight pink hole, it was winking, PULSING at him, begging to be played, he started to lean forward. The bristle of his beard already tickling the twink, making him giggle and moan with anticipation.
You got my heartbeat (Heartbeat) racin' (Racin')
It's so good, it's so good
PJ could feel that emptiness that was in his throat start to grow in his hole, he was moaning and groaning hands finding their way to his own ass as he spread it further, thrusting back right onto Theo’s Face. His lips and tongue making contact as another PULSE rang through them. Theo and PJ felt that same addictive rush, the need to feel eachother this same way again. Theo Taking long, sensual licks around PJ’s hole before spearing it slightly with his tongue. PJ’s hands grabbing the back of Theo’s head to get him to do more, to hurry as his ate was eaten. It went on for minutes but it felt like lifetimes, to both men, heaven as Theo kept Pj right on the edge like a good dom top should, PJ’s pathetic dicklet just a constant stream of pre. Even though the bottom wanted more, deeper, harder he now craved the feeling of theo’s beard on his cheeks and tongue deep in his hole.
It's so good, it's so good
Theo eventually pulled away, both boys saddened to leave their new favorite activity, but Theo knew they were both too close and he needed to feel that tight hole wrapped around his dick. He grabbed onto both hips, his twink whimpering begging, mind fully numbed, eyes glassy forever with a pink twinge and smiled. Before thrusting all the way in. They were both prepped, they were both lubed and PJ was so loose from all the foreplay that all ten inches of monster cock slid right through him. But Theo wasn’t satisfied with one thrust who would be.
So good when we slow gravity, so good
It's so good, it's so good
Breathe one, two, three, take all of me, so good
It's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good
With the tightest grip he ever had, he start see sawing into his boy’s hole. Pressing deep against his prostate, crushing it. Thrust after thrust, powerfucking his boy, his hole, his fag he could feel his balls tightening, he could feel his boy losing control. Both of their former lives just cum waiting to be fired, they let go. Load after load firing from both of them till they collapsed in bed together. Theo on top of Pj, as they always would, the strong dom top’s arms around his lithe twinks body. Keeping him warm and protected through the night.
