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oilcommaoliver‌:

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“Kevin!” Oliver wailed, pounding on the man’s door with a groan. If he had to guess, he had been standing there, knocking, or banging, on his fellow pledge’s bedroom door for what seemed like hours. But, it was really just ten minutes or so. Nevertheless, Oliver was already getting antsy. “You told me to meet you at your door at 9 o’clock sharp! What’s the hubbub?! Said there was something important we needed to do before initiation was over?” Oliver called through the door with a groan, pressing his back against it, rolling down to the floor with a sigh. He knew good and well that he was probably, no, most certainly waking up every pledge and brother in the house. But, if he had to be up this early and wait for his friend, then so would everyone else.

Kevin had been preparing for the Beta Bowl for what seemed like years since his first day on campus. As a legacy Beta he knew exactly what to expect and planned on using that to his advantage. Standing in his room in just a tank top and shorts, he came to the door and let the smaller male inside, “hey man” he patted Oliver’s back as he let him in, closing the door behind him. Kevin then nodded his head, “I was thinking we could strike a deal, bro” he smiled, “I help you get ready for the Bowl and you help me get ready for initiation” he winked.

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fourbeta‌:

He couldn’t hide the way he smirked at Justin’s reply. He wasn’t an overly dominant person, he usually just went with the flow of things, but something about the attractive man calling him Sir got to him. Without even hesitating, Justin was pulling his shirt off and Louis’s eyes greedily dropped to study every exposed inch of the other’s defined torso as he flattened his hand against his shoulder. Was he always this hot or was this just an affect of the alcohol in his system? No. Justin was definitely always this hot. “Oh? Off of me? You seemed so eager to offer up your body though,” he mused as his hand was suddenly grabbed. Rather than pulling away, Louis happily let Justin lead him through the house until they were tucked away in Justin’s room. 

“Yes sir.” Louis replied, teasing Justin with an amused laugh as he gripped at the collar of his button up so he could pull it off and over his head. Pausing only to smooth out the fabric of his shirt before folding it and placing it on the dresser across from the bed, he then moved into place and laid down on the foot of the bed; his right hand stretching out as he hooked his fingers into the waist of Justin’s pants. “What are you waiting for?”

as justin led the brother through the house he wondered if this would have any consequences for his pledging, but at the same time he figured it was wort the risk. louis was a total hottie and justin was looking forward to getting to show the brother just how hot he was. he watched intently as louis got into position, shirt off and body ready. as he felt the other grip at the waist band of his pants, justin reached down and pulled down his pants to expose himself in just his tight black briefs, “fuck, that feels much better” he mused, grabbing the bottle of tequila and getting down on his knees next to louis. he looked at the handsome male and said, “i’m waiting for you to stop moving” he smirked as his hand rubbed the other’s toned chest and stomach. he then poured a shot’s worth of alcohol onto louis’s stomach and leaned in, sucking up the tequila with no hesitation, his brown eyes glued on the handsome male.

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betabutts‌:

barely containing a smile threatening to break onto his features as he watched the pledge evidently consider his offer; or, bribe, technically. he raised an eyebrow, handing off the money and tossing his wallet  down onto the bed with it. “Check it all, if you need to.” he huffed, dropping down into the chair he’d pulled out. “hold it up to the light; if you can see through the clear seal, it’s real.” he explained, spreading his body out in the chair; a show of his ego. “take as much as you want; daddy is a generous man.”

brent bit down on his lip as he moved to the front of his bed, to the wallet. he carded through the money and held it up to the light as instructed. to him, it all seemed like real currency. as he saw his big brother sit down in the chair with his body spread, brent couldn’t help but be attracted to the cocky male. “it’s real” he said as his big brown eyes looked at the other male, “why can’t you just pay beta to let me keep my hair?” he questioned, his hand pawing at his locks, knowing he would most likely end up cutting them in the next few moments.

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betabutts‌:

clay knew he was almost twice kevin’s own age, but something inside him drew him closer still, made him want to please kevin in whatever ways he could. perhaps that wasn’t far removed from how he felt about all of ‘his boys’, but he’d always felt something of a kindred spirit for the young jock. biting his lip softly, clay ran a finger down the inside of kevin’s chest, shifting a little closer; until kevin could clearly smell the strong, clear scent of clay’s aftershave; masculine, yet sweet, with a slight fruity after-scent. “i think you know exactly what i mean, Kevin.” he purred, tugging his shirt just a little to show his intentions. 

in this moment kevin was conflicted. he had an attachment to his looks so cutting his hair wasn’t something he wanted to do. but as clay took a step closer to him, he nodded his head slightly, taking in the older male’s presence. in fact, the smell of his aftershave made kevin weak at the knees. his big bro was a whole ass man and kevin just wanted to pound him until tomorrow. so maybe he’d be willing to let the older male have a go at his hair. “i’d like that very much, bro” kevin licked his lips as his hands found the older male’s ass.

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fourbeta‌:

“Never been more sure of anything before in my life.” He easily shot back with an overly confident smile that came across almost goofy; since he was usually carefree and hardly serious. “Honestly? That’s what I think I like about you the most. You don’t have that all american boy look that I do. Half the house looks like me. It’s boring, and you? Definitely not boring.” Nolan answered before adding on a soft, “but thanks. I appreciate the compliment, especially since it’s coming from you man.” Pushing off the wall, he forced himself to keep his eyes on Pablo’s face for a moment as he nodded in reply. “I’ll be honest, science is my favorite subject.” That was a bold lie, especially since most science course required labs which were too much work for him– but right now? Science was definitely his favorite. “I’ll be a willing subject for you– for this I mean. Where should we go to run this experiment?”

Pablo smirked at the notion of getting closer to the other male. The blonde was very attractive and Pablo could barely hold himself back from being any more forward than he was already. “Well, what I like most about you, blondie is that you’ve got that all american boy look” he hummed, his eyes studying the gorgeous pledge’s features. As the other seemed interested in his science experiment, Pablo smiled, “Well, it just so happens I’ve got an idea for a very hands on experiment” he took a step closer to Nolan, closing the distance between them. His hands wrapped around the blonde’s waist. “Very scientific too. Let’s fuck and you tell me how good it is. Then let’s cut my hair and fuck again and you tell me how good it is” he explained, smirk on his face.

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fourbeta‌:

“You’re a horrible liar.” Alston argued as he kept his grip tight in Sam’s hair. He would have preferred if the blonde hadn’t tried to muffle his moan but, either way, he had Sam right where he wanted him. “You want to keep lying to me about how much you’re liking this then that’s on you,” with his tone still lowered, he continued to crowd the other pledge’s personal space as if they were the only two in the room. “Or, if you admit the truth and tell me how much it’s turning you on we can find somewhere more private so you can keep enjoying it… or is being in front of people, like this, part of it for you too?”

Sam bit down on his lip as he looked at the other male. It took everything in him to not burst out into a low moan as he clearly enjoyed having his hair pulled on a little bit too much. As the grip tightened on his locks, Sam nodded his head, “Sorry” he let escape his lips as he ignored everyone else in the room. Sam took a step closer to Alston and nodded his head, “Let’s go somewhere more private before I put on too much of a show” he half flirted and half begged.

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betabutts‌:

the smile fell from his lips for a few moments as he saw how upset brent was at the prospect of losing his admittedly gorgeous locks. it was replaced not wth a frown, but an annoyed grimace. “Look. The men in my family have been coming here since literally forever-” He leaned closer, eyes squinting out a glare. “I am not going to be the only one to get kicked out.” With that, he opened a wallet completely packed with notes; the weakest note being fifties, but most pure hundreds. He removed ten; a thousand dollars, and flashed them in a rather dramatic motion. 

“A grand. I’ll give you it right now. If you’ll be a big boy and let Zaddy cut your hair.”

brent’s attention shifted to the other’s wallet as he saw him flash all of the various bills he had. brent bit down on his lip as he considered the odd proposition. it felt like he was being bought out. the pledge bit down on his lip, “you sure they’ll kick us out?” he questioned, a cocked eye brow in the other’s direction. the shy boy moved to the edge of the bed to examine the money the blonde was holding up. “is that real money or is this all a trick?” brent had about a thousand questions but figured he would start with the most obvious.

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betabutts‌:

Another weak sigh fell from the large males lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, making his body even more massive in appearance by doing so. “Well, I might lose my job and you might be kicked out of the frat.” He bit his lip, shaking his head slightly. “I wouldn’t like that to happen - I know how much you want this.” He paused to listen to Kevin speak, handing the other the plate. “Stunning.” He replied, placing a soft hand on his head. Removing it after a slight scruff of the hair, Clay smiled deviantly. 

“I could always make it up to you.”

kevin knew that there was no way out of this, but he figured he might as well try. the other was such a big sweetheart he felt like he could get some loophole, but now he knew there was no way out. “we wouldn’t want either of those to happen” kevin let out a slightly dramatic sigh. he had an image to maintain and he wasn’t sure how losing his curls was going to play into that. kevin nodded his head as he set the plate down - he’s surely be taking those cookies home. as he was called stunning and the other male ruffled his hair, kevin licked his lips, “and how would you make it up to me?” he questioned, a scowl on his lips.

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betabutts‌:

“I know it’s awful -” Clay replied, tone sentimental. He drew the hand down onto Kevin’s shoulder-blades, rubbing softly to try and calm him down. “But we’ll both get in trouble if we argue. Hair grows back, dear. Besides, I’m sure you’ll look handsome even without it.” Clay chimed, smile drawing onto his lips. He paused for a moment, then held the plate back out. “Actually, they’re carb-less. I replaced the flour with almond flour and the sugar with erythritol. I also added tasteless protein, vitamins and iron; they’re actually really good for you. How do you think I stay so fit and manage to eat plates of these at a time?”

clay definitely had a calming presence about him. as he felt the hand on his shoulder, kevin drew in a deep breath and then felt more at ease. he shook his head, “and what even happens if we get in trouble” the future frat star questioned. he was certainly more receptive to the compliments coming from clay. “you really think i’ll look handsome?” he questioned, a smile tugging at his lips. if there was a way to kevin’s heart it was through his ego. as clay explained that the cookies were healthy, kevin’s smile intensified, “damn, you really are the fuckin’ best, man” he flashed a wide smile at his big. “i’d love some”

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betabutts‌:

“ ‘Bout to break your locks, too!” Logan chimed, suprisingly happy. He loved the whole hazing process; it helped him exhibit his considerable power and hold over the younger boys here. Tugging a desk chair from the other side of Brent’s room, he twirled it around, giving a small flourish of the hand as-if to tell Brent where he had to sit. “Zaddy’s gotta buzz your hair, there, Sweetpea. I know, I hate it, too.” He spoke, clearly lying, especially if the massive grin on his features was any indication. “Let’s get this over with - for both of our sakes.”

brent’s stomach dropped as he heard what the other male was planning on doing. he bit down on his lip as he saw just how elated the blonde was to do this. a frown and a pout crossed brent’s lips as he stayed right where he was in bed, almost too frightened to move. “isn’t there another way” he watched as the chair was pulled around for him to sit in. brent shook his head, “i don’t want it cut...” he trailed off, his hand pawing at his messy bed head he had developed from sitting in bed. “i’ll do anything” he pleaded weakly.

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fourbeta‌:

“Great,” Nolan quipped back as he picked up on the hints that were being thrown his way, “now I have two reasons to be jealous of your boyfriend. He get’s you and has more money than I’ll ever see in my life.” He could have made another joke about the arrangement, like asking if the other’s boyfriend was looking for another tuition to pay for, but why waste his breath when he could focus on the man in front of him; and he was definitely more deserving of the attention. “Please, you will not go a year without getting laid just because you got your hair cut. I will personally make sure that doesn’t happen to you.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he let his eyes drop to check the other out again without bothering to be subtle about it. “Don’t get me wrong, you look incredible right now– but I don’t think a haircut is going to change that. You’re still going to be one of the best looking guys here; and you can rest assured that I’m not just trying to be nice. I’m only biased like that if we’ve slept together, and we haven’t. Yet.”

pablo smirked as he could see the jealousy was tangible on the blonde’s face. truth be told, he wasn’t all that loyal to his ‘boyfriend’ and he barely deserved the money he got. “are you sure about that?” pablo asked as he crossed his arms over his toned chest. he couldn’t help but smirk as he knew he was compliment fishing a little. “i don’t have that all american boy look that you have” he bit down on his lip, “y’know? the one that looks ever more handsome with a buzz cut” he offered to the other pledge as a flirtatious way of reciprocating. a sweet smile crossed pablo’s lips as he surveyed the other, “i think there’s only one way to settle this” pablo stroked his chin as he looked over at the other, “if you’re a willing subject of course” he teased, inching closer to the blonde, “you like science?” pablo asked.

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fourbeta‌:

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“You– I don’t care who you are– you are going to help me.” Louis was drunk, clearly, as he pointed at the man standing near him. Without caring if he was a fellow brother, his pledge, or a pledge in general he still started making demands of him. “First you are going to take off that ridiculous shirt of yours that looks as if it came out of a bargain store dumpster, and then you are going to lay over this table and let me do some shots off you. Or–” he poised the question as he moved forward, his extended pointer finger on his right hand now pressing against their shoulder rather than hovering in their face. “Or do you want to take some shots off of me? If that’s the case… you have to find me something to lay down on. One does not lay on a table in Armani.”

justin’s eyes widened as he saw the drunk brother catch his attention. he had heard of louis and honestly had a bit of a crush on the handsome beta brother. usually not one to be overtly submissive, justin had a few drinks and was feeling playful. he bit down on his lip as he muttered, “yes sir” fingertips gripping his shirt and pulling it over his head. justin eyed the other male as he was poked on the shoulder. he normally wasn’t one to be bossed around, but damn was louis fine. justin licked his lips and said, “c’mon i know just the place for me to take body shots off of you” he gripped the other male’s hand and led them to his room. “c’mon, lay down, handsome” he practically slurred, bottle of tequila in his hand as he sized the brother up.

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beta--daddy‌:

“Someone please iterate to me that this haircut fiasco is a farce.” The idea of joining a fraternity in the first place was his father’s genius, a word he utilized very lightly when speaking about the socialite. "I have suggestions for better events this semester. They’re less barbaric.”

Sam rolled his eyes at the other male’s comments and then nodded his head, “Dude, it’s total bullshit” he scoffed. But then he shrugged, “But I don’t think it’s a farce. I’m not sure how or why, but yesterday I saw a big give his pledge a shearing and it wasn’t pretty” he winced. “I didn’t know I signed up for America’s Next Top Model” Sam punctuated his sentence.

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betabutts‌:

Clay was well-known for his generosity and warmth towards the frat house, and the community surrounding it as a whole, what with his constant work to push the community and the young men included in it forward; which is entirely why he hated the whole ‘hazing’ deal. A dejected sigh left his lips as he heard the voice of the younger male behind him break the silence of his room. “Kevin!” He chimed, face instantly lighting up. “Come in. We have something sour to talk about.” Clay sighed softly, handing Kevin a plate of cookies. And warm milk. Because they were all his children; all of them. 

“We need to cut your hair, Kevin. I don’t want to, and i know you share the same sentiment. But we have to. I’m sorry.” And with that, he placed a soft hand on the younger ones shoulder, shaking his head. 

Kevin couldn’t lie - Clay was an absolute, all around sweetheart and he couldn’t ignore the fact that he was lucky to have gotten such a great man as a pledge. However, Kevin being the spoiled, cocky brat that he was had no interest in being thankful at the moment. Standing before the total stud before him, Kevin smiled a cocky smile. He was handed the cookies and he said, “Thanks, Clay, But I don’t do carbs. It’s bad for this” he motioned to his toned, exposed body. At the mention of having to cut his signature curls, Kevin shook his head, “No way, bro” he countered. “There had to be another way” his hand reflexively smoothed back his jet black hair.

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fourbeta‌:

“Right. Okay.” Clearly Alston didn’t believe the other pledge. He could have left the conversation there or, at least, changed the subject but everyone who was still in the room had their attention on the fact Sam was sporting a boner; which made it hard for Alston to focus on anything else. So rather than moving on he proved his disbelief. Moving quickly, he got in the blondes face. “I don’t believe you,” speaking low under his breath, he reached up with his right hand and took a fistful of the other’s hair before yanking on it; and rather than letting go, he held it tight in his grip as he narrowed his eyes. “You really want me to believe getting hard is just a knee jerk reaction for you? Come on. Admit it. You like this.”

For Sam there was a clear connection between his excitable cock and his hair. Maybe it was a tad bit Pavlonian, but hair tugging to him was synonymous with steamy hookups, fucking, getting fucked and just all around arousal. Sam bit down on his lips as Alston called him out on his lame excuse and explanation. As the other gripped onto a section of his hair, Sam choked back a moan to try and seem like he wasn’t enjoying it. “Not. Enjoying. It. One. Bit” he lied through gritted teeth. The tented boner in his sweatpants said otherwise as his green eyes glazed over the other’s handsome features.