I think this is my fave spinoff so far. Hope yall like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. My take to continue "Seized Opportunity" by @thesuitaskin
"Bro, the fuck, where are you going?"
This is Corey speaking, Ryker's roommate and closest friend on campus. Well.....judging from his bewildered expression, there's something Ryker supposed to do, Julian thought. Not really having the immediate memory and more on the overall persona, he decided to keep it brief
"Bro, it's the Initiation Night, you are coming, right?"
Julian chuckled, but Corey definitely saw it as Ryker's smirk.
"Just messing with you, bro. Gonna go to Jess after that,"
"Duh, you are the honorary member, bro. You cannot skip it, ever, unlike the parties and all those gatherings,"
That sparked a memory refreshment for him. Honorary member, meaning Ryker didn't go through Hell Week and all but every single Greek houses wanted him. The fucking privilege, the world really is just an oyster for someone like Ryker.
"I'll go for a quick shower then we can walk together, okay bro?"
And with that, he is left to his own devices while Corey make a quick dash to make himself a bit less disheveled. Julian decided to close his eyes for a bit, exploring deeper to the depth of Ryker's mind to unlock every single memory in his own accord, but it's not as easy as it sounds because somehow these memories are not his yet fully, like yeah he could pull off on how to act the way Ryker would be yet it was mostly autopilot — suddenly appeared out of nowhere and override Julian's grasp over everything Ryker. This cannot go on this way, he really need to ensure that he's Ryker through and through, but he needed more time with the spell and clearly being a social butterfly like Ryker left him with not much of a time window since he's highly sought after and him missing for a few hours definitely can lead to people realizing that something is off
During their walk to Pike, they exchanged small conversations in between their much-longer moment of silence. He can sense that Corey seemed to be a bit guarded and reserved but it's not his main focus for now because at least he's not giving away anything that might indicate that he's not yet fully Ryker.
Once they arrived, the frat bros welcomed them with delight, with all of them shown a little bit more respect and what he would guess as fear when they greeted him. As yall should, Julian smirked gloriously, causing Ryker's face to also mimic the same kind of smug smirk that looks very much dangerous when flashed by someone as influential as Ryker.
Since the campus is pretty much PC nowadays, the initiation is pretty tame compared to what Julian heard on their days when they were freshman. Julian would be thrilled to learn about the development to the right direction like this, but his Ryker's mindset and persona is slightly agitated to not witness any sort of fun and worth to remember moments. Should have left for Jess instead, he thought
Yet, his disappointment turned out to be short-lived when one of the pledge suddenly passed out with a seizure. He looked at Corey smiling mischievously and he's intrigued to what the actual fuck his twisted roomie did to that pledge. As everyone instantly tried to help the passed out pledge, Corey shouted to stop everyone from helping the pledge
"At ease, brothers. That's an impostor among you all. He's actually a pledge for KSig and he intended to mess with our night as his mission to secure the seat there. And since yall are dumb enough to not notice that he's not your real brothers, we'll have a bit of a detour. Follow me,"
The air in the basement is thick with the stench of stale beer, sweat, and desperation. Ryker leaned against a support beam, arms crossed, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. He surveyed the scene with the detached amusement of a seasoned predator watching its prey struggle. Then, he takes off his shirt, things are about to get disgusting if Ryker's memory served him right
This is the shit buried under all that PC guise....timed to perfection as the campus observer left the event around 30 minutes ago. Julian swallowed all the memory of countless Hell Week Ryker watched before, a culmination of tradition, the forging of brotherhood, and, from Ryker's perspective, a damn good show.
Corey's face is definitely looking a lot less nicer and more sinister. This is it, he is in his element. Shoving aside the puppet pledge master that the frat used to fool the campus, Corey smiles wickedly as his voice booming over the din of terrified whimpers
"Alright, you maggots!" Corey yelled, his words slurring slightly, "Pair up! We're gonna see who can handle their liquor and their…tolerance."
Ryker watched as the pledges, a collection of wide-eyed freshmen and nervous transfers, scrambled to obey. They looked like lambs being herded to slaughter, their faces pale and etched with anxiety. Pathetic.
"First up," Corey announced, grabbing a pitcher filled with a murky green concoction, "The Vomit Comet! Chug it! First team to finish gets…a slightly less humiliating task later."
The pledges looked at the pitcher with undisguised horror. Ryker knew what's in it: cheap beer, cheap vodka, pickle juice, and a generous helping of whatever else Corey had found lurking in the back of the fridge. He’d tasted it once. Once was enough. Julian of course never tasted it but the taste of that shit imprinted deep in Ryker's psyche, he can get a sense how disgusting it is.
The first pair stepped forward, their hands trembling. Corey shoved the pitcher into their hands. "Go! Go! Go!"
They started chugging, their faces contorting with each gulp. One of the pledges, a blonde freshman wearing this crisp polo with his sleek glasses framing what looks like a borderline model face, immediately started gagging. His partner, a beefy football player Ryker didn't even bother to remember, tried to encourage him, but the glasses guy is losing the battle.
"Come on, Johnson! Don't be a bitch!" Corey roared, his face inches from the kid's. "Are you gonna puke on me, Johnson? Are you?!"
Johnson managed to choke down another mouthful before his stomach rebelled. He leaned over and projectile vomited onto the floor, the green liquid splattering onto his shoes and the shoes of the pledges standing nearby.
Corey burst out laughing. "Loser! Next pair! Clean up this mess, you two!" He pointed at the vomiting pledge and his disgusted partner. "And Johnson, if you puke again, you're cleaning the toilets. With your tongue."
Ryker felt a stirring in his loins. It's not the vomit that aroused him, but the power. The absolute control Corey wielded over these trembling bodies. The fear in their eyes. Like a flood, Julian can sense the pride and entitlement to be on the giving end of that fear, and the memories are intoxicating. They were quite the menacing duo last year, their senior tasked them with overseeing the pledge camarederie throughout the probation period and the various creative way both of them deployed for the pledge were terrifyingly hilarious. Ryker is an absolute menace when it comes to these kind of shits, but he told Corey earlier this semester that he wanted to lay low a little when it comes to the frat life. Well, less work for him and more to simply enjoy this shit from the side at least
The hazing continued on even when Julian is deep in processing all these unlocked streams of Ryker's various memories. There's the "Wall Sit of Shame," where pledges are forced to hold a squat position for ages that lasted like an eternity, their legs burning, their muscles screaming. There's the "Truth or Dare", where the dares are designed to humiliate and the truths are carefully crafted to expose the pledges' deepest insecurities. And when it's almost 12, there goes the paddle for the infamous "Paddling Ceremony." Ryker watched as Corey, wielding a wooden paddle with the Pike crest emblazoned on it, delivered sharp, stinging blows to the pledges' bare asses. They yelped and cried out, but they don''t move. They know better.
The sounds of pain, the sight of humiliation, the raw display of dominance…it was all incredibly stimulating. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust himself.
Corey caught his eye and grinned. "Enjoying the show, bro?"
Ryker just smirked back. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
He watched as Corey moved onto the next phase of the hazing: the "Serenade." The pledges are blindfolded and forced to sing love songs to each other, their voices cracking with nervousness and suppressed laughter. Corey and the other frat seniors stand behind them, whispering obscene suggestions into their ears, urging them to be more...…explicit.
"Sing it like you mean it, Baker! Tell Rodriguez how much you love his hairy ass!"
The pledges stammered and blushed, their voices barely audible. Ryker knows they are terrified of saying the wrong thing, of crossing some invisible line that would earn them even more punishment. That's also when Jess called him. Welp, that's something he totally forgets.
He pushed himself off the support beam. "Gotta run, Corey," he said, his voice rough. "Got a date."
Corey raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face. "Yeah, yeah. Go get some, Ryker. And tell Jess I said hi."
Ryker just nodded and headed for the stairs, the sounds of the hazing fading behind him. As he climbed, he thought of Jess, her soft curves, her eager kisses. He imagined her waiting for him, naked, in her apartment sprawled on her bed, hands probably busy with her own hole or something
The image fueled his desire, making his steps quicker. He burst out of the frat house and into the cool night air, taking a deep breath. The smell of beer and desperation was replaced by the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers.
He walks quickly towards the apartment, his mind already racing. He cannot wait to feel Jess beneath him, to lose himself in her embrace. When Jess opened her door, she's pouting
"You could have told me about the change of plan,"
"Can't bail on Corey, baby. But I'm here now, stop giving me that pout," it feels so natural to just touch Jess with no hesitation and seductively plant kisses on her body trying to get her in the mood.
She's not strong enough to resist the temptation. Ryker is just too good to resist, his touches electric for her, he's simply too hot to handle and before long, both of them already stripped themselves naked as Ryker rest his head on the headboard, his naked, athletic body on full display smelling of sweat, booze and expensive cologne. Jess crawls up from the foot of the bed, licking her way up to worship her man's body with attention given to each parts with so much care and temptation, it feels like a purposefully lengthened edging session
His feet that covers her entire petite face, the way her boobs then grazed his hairy legs and how she let his hardening cock grazed both of her boobs as she gets closer to the top. She's very good at this, and to think that this is how kinky she's always been, Ryker really hits the jackpot with her obediently lustful girlfriend
"Don't come yet, baby. We're just starting," she said as she swipes the leaking pre that comes out from the fat fucking mushroom head that blooms out from the thick foreskin and give it a lick. She slightly shuddered but then flashes him her iconic smile
"Thanks for listening to my advice, baby. Fruits are essential for tasty fluid. Now, where were we?"
Julian was frozen the entire time Jess crawled from the bottom of the bed. He's trying to really process what just happened and only after she speaks to him, like a dam that finally burst out, Ryker's sexual prowess flows out and power-charged the entire 6'4" towering muscular body to respond accordingly to the foreplay. He instantly grabs her face and give it a rough yet sensual kiss as he then takes control of the proceeding
Sounds of squelching and moaning filled her apartment as he remained in his position, sprawled on the pink silk sheet in all his studly blonde glory, while Jess worked her ass off to move herself up and down Ryker's cock that conveniently latched itself to her hole as if the two has magnetic attraction or something. As Ryker started to collaborate by pistoning his cock with more purpose and pressure into the depth that Jess craved from the very beginning, the guttural moan turned into a full blown worship as Jess called out Ryker's name in between. The pleasure reached fever high when Ryker arched Jessica's back by pulling her ponytail and then followed by squeezing her boobs with his calloused, real manly man hands, all the while his cock pummeled her hole mercilessly. Jessica played her part perfectly as she moaned Ryker's name like it's the dreamiest name to mention and literally clenched her tight hole to ensure that she milked her boyfriend till the very last drop. Ryker welcomed the brave move Jessica enacted as he praised her as his "slutty little princess" in between his animalistic groan, yet he's the one with the final say in this matter as he simply shoved Jessica while he sprayed his thick, potent seed deep inside of her clenched pussy. Ryker groaned in delight seeing the masterpiece he just created, Jessica's sweaty and slick shiny back due to his splattered cum looked fucking fantastic. Not to mention her neck and nape filled with his kisses and hickeys to showcase that she's owned by someone for anyone that dared to flirt with her. Feeling inspired, he scooped the dripping cum that oozes out of her hole and also swiped some from her back to then shove his two fingers for Jessica's to suck
"Yum baby, we tasted delicious,"
"Oh yeah, kiss me then, let me taste it,"
She giggled, before kissing him and let Ryker to dominate. Ryker flashes his devilishly handsome smirk as he tasted the acidic cream with sweet undertone that's been moving all over their system.
And Ryker just let out a chuckle as both of them cuddled right then and there until she falls asleep. Ryker obviously cannot sleep, despite the very draining sex he just had, the excitement of playing the king of the college to the tee to the point his own girlfriend did not notice any difference really caused his adrenaline to spike. He really needs to make this whole thing permanent!
So, with a sense of urgency not knowing the limitation of his original spell, Julian makes his way to the library where he found the spell in the first place. The library in their campus indeed opened for 24 hours, but there's barely any person when it's just regular week so you can imagine how deserted and private it is in the Ancient Magic and Occult section at 4.30 AM. After scouring the text looking for more context and clue, right around sunrise, he found it. Blood of a virgin to clean the impurity. A virgin. Well, there's not much virgin that Ryker knows, but that word reminded him of someone so it brings him to march to a room he's very familiar yet really wanted to forget for good
Without even knocking, Ryker just barged in to the stupidly unlocked dorm room, his shirt quickly goes off as things are about to get messy
The scripture said a single drop is enough, but the way Bobby's nose bleeding as if it's a running faucet after Ryker connected his initial punch square to Bobby's face with another punch clearly supplied Ryker with more than enough. Ryker simply walked out from the room with blood streak in his hand which he immediately licked. Well.....nothing happened, what the heck? Is the effect not immediate? As he watched the tired yet horrified Bobby trying to clean his broken nose and scrambling for help, something shifts inside of him. His Julian self should be scared of the amount of blood spilled and he should also pity the pathetic state of his former best friend and how he looked so tired and confused by the sudden assault. But somehow, it feels like that sensation and empathy is fading. Here he is standing just outside the room where he usually played games or just do things with Bobby, but it feels more and more foreign by the second. He licked his bloodied hand more and well damn he feels less and less empathetic. By the time he's out from the dorm building with no shirts on as he covered the dried blood on his hand, the air feels crisp and the world feels easy to conquer.
The pure virgin blood washes away the impurity, well, that means anything that is not fitting to the standard expected out of him is out of his system. As a well-endowed, privileged and entitled blonde stud living in 21st century US of A, indecision, self-pity, weak mindset and even empathy is not compatible with him, all quality of the old Julian that just weighed him down is out as sticky white mess that's contained inside his underwear. Julian's manipulative, power-hungry, and brainy goodness remained well and enhanced Ryker's essence as it fully merged into one entity and fused itself with the physique. The air feels even fresher once the purge and merge is completed. He's Ryker Evans through and through, and he's going to get away with what he just did just like every other things his wealth, social connection and handsome look managed to get him up until this point
I think I'll write another take or re-make my take on "The Man She Loves" story and that's gonna be it for all the inspired post by @thesuitaskin . Thanks for your enjoyable storyline that inspired me, I hope this is enjoyable enough to read for you. And thanks to @fullfriendnerdclutch for the picture supplies and the brainstorming session
