The Muscle God Frat

[V.R.Goh]

Here's one for you creative types. I'm interested in where this one goes.

I was in my second semester here at college. Between classes, lunch, and studying, it was an average day. When I got back from my Western Civilizations class, there was a note on the door addressed to me. I thought it strange because, up until now, I didn?t think anyone other than my roommate and my classmates knew who I was. But, here is this hand-written letter proving me wrong. Whatever was in this note must have been important enough to take the time to write it out. I walked into my dorm room, which was empty because my roommate was in class at the time, and opened the sealed envelope. At the top of the letter was personalized stationery from Mu Sigma Gamma, one of the fraternities here at the college. The letter said the following:

Dear Alexander G. Cavanaugh:
We have been observing your progress here at our college. Based on your potential, we extend to you a chance to become a member of our fraternity. Come alone with this letter to the fraternity house tonight at 8:30 pm. We will further discuss the terms of your membership into our family.

Sincerely,
Brandon Monroe
Basileus, Mu Sigma Gamma Fraternity, Inc.

This was a complete surprise, considering the rumors that I?ve heard about them. They?re extremely particular about who becomes a member. During Rush Week, they only had info about the work they do with the public and the college, but they didn?t mention anything else. I?ve seen some of the Mu Sigma guys, and it?s no wonder they?re called ?The Muscle God Frat.? Each one of them is about the size of a professional bodybuilder, with the looks of an underwear model. The body of a Mu Sigma man (make that a Mu Sigma god) comes complete with huge traps that would make a bull jealous, bulging biceps that peak like the Himalayas, meaty horseshoe-like triceps that could fit on a Clydesdale, gargantuan pecs that are as hard as steel with muscle cleavage that could smother a person?s hand, shoulders so broad and thick that they have to turn sideways to fit through doors, lats that spread out like the hood of a cobra, eight-pack abs that could probably grate parmesan cheese, thighs as big as their waists, calves that must be as hard as diamonds, and a cock that, combined with their perfect physiques, would make each of them a fortune if they went into porn. Not only that, it?s said that they have superhuman strength, allowing them to lift tons of weight without any visible effort. I knew that it was the opportunity of a lifetime that I couldn?t pass up. So I decided to check it out.

[iceman75]

Good start man, I myself would like to see it as well, I love seeing super strength and huge muscles that you describe here.

[mlbjock]

Definitely a sweet premise to jump-start a hot story with. Thanks!

[BBMikeNJ]

Real nice premise. Would love to find out what these behemoth frat dudes get into doing with their huge muscles and strength. Do they party like frat boys and get stinking drunk, then go on a rampage thru their college town? Or are they too jocky for the drink, and go more for testing their strength against each other, or against inaminate objects like lampposts or parking meters or cars? Do they charm the panties off sorority girls, or are they so into their own freak muscle mass that they spend most of their free time lifting, eating, and showing off their growth for each other, measuring each other after their three-hour pump-up sessions? And then there's always the hazing of new members to consider. Those hand selected undergrads that the brothers have decided to honor with the chance of entering their frat and being groomed into massive muscleheads themselves. So many directions.....

[sexiscriptor]

...how about you try your hand at writing a chapter, eh? that's what this section is for afterall
~Palmer

[absfan131313]

The Mu Sigma Gamma house was on the far edge of campus, apart from even the other frat houses. As I walked along the sidewalk, I was starting to see the signs that I was in their territory. The closer I got to that hallowed house of muscle, I began to notice that more and more of the guys walking around me had hulking frames that stretched t-shirts achingly, with shoulders as wide as a coastline and necks thicker than my torso. These were the legendary brothers of the Mu Sigma Gamma fraternity. As I saw them, the ideals of everything I wanted for myself, I felt myself ache inside. I yearned to be like them. No, not like them.

One of them.

The house was a gargantuan structure, as though it had been meant to house the biggest guys on campus to begin with. Rumor had it that one of the most advanced gyms in the world was in the house basement, and still others said the walls were lined with chased silver. It was impossible to say for sure; only fraternity brothers were allowed inside. Mu Sigma Gamma never threw any parties in their house; they didn't need to. Their brothers were in such high demand to spice up every other party on campus that they didn't need to. I looked up at the massive mahogany door and with some trepidation reached up and knocked on the door three times, before quickly withdrawing my hand and waiting. I was on tenterhooks, and my heart leapt when the door swung open.

Standing in the doorframe was the biggest guy I'd ever seen. He was tall, at least 6'7", and every inch was filled out with muscles that would make a professional bodybuilder envious. He was dressed in a dark red polo shirt, its confines stretched to their limits by every pulse of his pecs, every quiver of his cannonball biceps. When he grinned at me, his white teeth stood out against his deeply tanned face. He held out a huge hand. "Jack?" he asked in a pleasant baritone. I nodded, somewhat dumbly, and shook his hand. He took it in stride. "I'm Ethan Clarke, president of the frat. We've been expecting you. Come on in." He ushered me in with one huge arm, then kicked the door closed behind him.

I gazed around hungrily. The house was every bit as fancy and high-class as I had expected it to be. Something gleaming on the walls told me the stories about silver were true, while every other part of the house seemed just as elegant. I noticed that there didn't seem to be any other frat brothers around. Ethan seemed to read my mind. "Everyone else is downstairs, waiting," he explained. "This is a special month. We induct a new brother every night."

"You mean you invite, right?" I asked. Part of me realized that those were the first words I'd said this whole time. "You invite a new brother every night. This isn't mandatory, right?" Ethan just flashed another enigmatic grin at me.

"No one's said no yet," he replied with a small laugh. We had reached a particularly ornate door. He laid a hand on the doorknob, but didn't turn it. "Some people have seen the inside of Mu Sigma Delta House," Ethan explained, "but none of them have seen the true house." Slowly, he pulled the door open and extended a hand invitingly. "After you." With no small amount of anxiety, I looked down the spiral staircase, and it seemed almost dizzing. Nonetheless, I started climbing down, and Ethan came after me, closing the door behind him. The entire staircase was bathed in darkness, and all I could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other. After what seemed like an eternity, my foot hit solid ground and I stepped down. Ethan came after me, and in the darkness seized another door handle. He threw it open, and I blinked to adjust to the light. I couldn't believe my eyes.

There must have been a hundred and fifty of them, all standing there, milling around and talking. All of them, with their gigantic muscles and rugged good looks. I thought of all the sorority girls these guys probably drove crazy. Some of them were wearing normal clothes, though of course they filled them out so strongly that they looked painted on. But a few were only wearing shorts, letting me see those perfect abs and heaving pecs. There were even a few dressed in tiny speedos or briefs, letting me drink in everything about their musculature. Ethan took his place at their head, and as one every pair of eyes in the room turned to face me.

"Jack," Ethan said. "You can be a part of this. A brother of Mu Sigma Gamma, the fraternity that can make your life perfect. Do you want to be a part of this?"

Slowly, doing everything I could to bite back my yearning...I nodded my head.

[V.R.Goh]

but many writers improve the story. This is getting interesting. I sense that someone's going to contribute the part we're all waiting for.

[polomuscle]

you could read Chris Joins the Polo Club, it's very similar....

[absfan131313]

"Do you want to be a part of this?" And slowly, fighting back all my yearning, I nodded my head, completely lost for words.

A smile broke across Ethan's tanned face as I did. "Good," he said. "Very good." As one, the entire fraternity started moving for the walls of the basement, and in seconds the only people left on the actual floor itself were me and Ethan. Surrounded by eyes and with nothing around me, I was sure I'd never felt so very vulnerable in my life. But even so, the look on Ethan's face put me at ease after a moment. I felt a strange wave of calm sweeping over me, and maybe for the first time I thought that there might be more to Mu Sigma Gamma than just a good workout regimen and healthy eating. Ethan closed his eyes, and a serene look came over his face. He bowed his head for a moment, and slowly craned his head up again. When he opened his eyes, they were glowing white. My mouth dropped open, and I took a step back.

"What the-?" A powerful hand clapped itself over my mouth, and the guy behind me gently nudged me back into the circle. I looked around. The frat brothers were looking at me eagerly, like anxious relatives waiting for their loved one's name to be called at graduation. Still, I found the whole situation unsettling, if not downright terrifying. Ethan held up a massive arm, as though to calm me.

"Relax," he said, and there was a strange otherworldly echo to his voice. "Do not be afraid. The greatest thing to ever happen to you is at hand. We've seen you, we've seen the potential. You belong with us. You've got nothing to fear." I couldn't help myself. His eyes were glowing, his voice was echoing, and I was the most freaked out I'd ever been. I recoiled.

"What's wrong with you?!" I cried out. "What's going on?!"

"A blessing," Ethan said, and though his voice was barely a whisper it seemed to fill the room and my ears. "Mu Sigma Gamma has been around for millennia. Not always with this name, but...the concept has been extant. A brotherhood of perfect men, Jack. Perfect men, all destined for greatness in their lives. You belong with us..." He shook his head. "I cannot explain it further. What you really need is to..."

And he touched me on my reedy chest.

"Experience." He withdrew his hand, and from where he touched me, I felt warmth seeping into every inch of my body. I had so much I wanted to say, but my voice seemed like it was caught in my throat, and all I could manage were a few gasps of surprise. At once, I felt my spine shoot up and the ceiling became a good deal closer, and in a second I stood at a new height of 6'3"-almost a full foot taller. Ethan waved his hand, and the crowd in front of me parted, revealing a huge and ornate mirror. I saw myself at my new height, but with my old frame. I looked like a scarecrow. But all ready I could see that was starting to change.

What I noticed first were my shoulders. They were broadening out, becoming wider with every passing second and causing the sleeves of my t-shirt to creep up my arms and for the bottom hem to recede up my torso. And while the shirt shrank tightly to my frame, it was revealing other changes. I watched in awe as my biceps ballooned out and upward, until they had swollen to the size of footballs. Eight bricks of steel-solid muscle carved themselves into my stomach, perfectly framed by a pair of sleek obliques. With a loud rending noise, the stitches on my t-shirt failed at last, and the remains of my shirt fell to the ground in tatters, having been pushed to their limit by my newly-grown pecs, slabs of muscle so huge they could have cast a shadow over my feet.

My lats unfurled themselves from my sides like wings while my waist shrunk dramatically, leaving my torso with that perfect v-shape. The waist of my pants hung slack. They would have puddled at my feet, but they had caught themselves on my rapidly-growing leg muscles. The khakis were quickly becoming strained as quads the size of Christmas hams were growing into place, deep cuts etching themselves into the iron-hard face of the muscles. My equally-huge hamstrings ended themselves in a pair of perfectly-formed glutes, each one forming a dimple where that ripped muscle was. My pants couldn't take it, and neither could I. My newly-large hands clumsily tried to undo what was now a tiny button and zipper setup, but I needn't have bothered. The stitches popped and my pants joined my shirt on the floor, leaving me clad in nothing but a pair of boxers that were stretched completely to the breaking point; even individual threads were coming undone.

I felt another change come on, and I felt a sudden weight in the front of my hips, and knew what that must've meant. My growing cock snaked its way down my leg, not fit to be confined by those too-small boxers. I watched as the skin all over my body toned itself three or four shades darker, giving me a rich, tropical tan that made my muscles absolutely shine, even in the dim light. Veins snaked their way across my body, criss-crossing like roads that pulsed with every movement, even every breath I took. I saw in the mirror as the face that I'd always known as my own rearranged itself subtly, giving it a new symmetry, as well as a sense of jaggedness and mystique. I saw what little body hair I'd had before tonight dissipate into nothing, so there would be nothing to obstruct the view of my now-perfect Adonis body.

Maybe it was the excitement of it all. Maybe I was just caught up in the moment, or maybe I finally became aware of the awed yelling I was hearing from every direction. I struck a pose. The first one that came to mind. A double bicep. I heard cheers as I felt my gargantuan arms inflate, and they felt like they'd been carved from solid steel. A smart grin across my now-angelic face, I threw out another pose-most muscular. My legs pulsed, and the boxers at last fell away, revealing everything to me. I had the face and poise of a male supermodel, with the muscular physique of a heavyweight bodybuilder. Looking around, I saw how much bigger the upperclassmen were than even me, and I couldn't help but grin wider; I was a member of their brotherhood now, and I would be just that big, if not bigger someday. Ethan, now back to normal, handed me a red posing speedo with the fraternity's logo on its back. Gratefully, I took it and slid it up my Greek column legs and let it nestle itself on my body comfortably before striking one more pose in my new body...

***

Chris, one of the senior fraternity brothers, tapped Ethan on the shoulder and leaned close to his ear. "He's the best recruit we've had yet," he whispered. "Come his senior year, he'll be the biggest one yet. Even bigger than you." Ethan could only smile as he watched Jack experiment with his new body, getting familiar with it and admiring it.

"I know," he said softly. "He reacted very well to the changing process. Abnormally well, actually. But hey, the potential was there." Chris patted him on the shoulder.

"Well, you were sure right about this one," he said. They both watched as Jake let his eight-pack of abs pulsate, let his calves and quads move like pythons under his skin as he pivoted on the spot. Ethan nodded, satisfied.

"Yeah," he said. "Looks like I was."

[Rush]

I've been lurking a long time now. Inspiration hit. I'm sorry if this doesn't fit.

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?Drew, is that you? You sound really different.? Jamie held the phone tenderly, worried and concerned about the gruff voice on the other end of the phone line.

?Baby, it me.? A rough and heavy rumble replied.

?Oh Drew, your not sick are you. You sound funny.? Jamie thought of the several cold remefies her mother had used years ago. ?I can come over and..?

?Wait, I have great news, and no I?m not sick.? His voice was excited, yet hesitant.

?What is it honey?? She paused eager to her any good news, Drew had been feeling down since his father passed just before school, losing his job hadn?t helped much.

?I was inducted into Sigma Mu Gamma last night.? He spoke fast, afraid of her reaction.

?Oh, Drew, wow? That?s wonderful. It?s a wonderful fraternity.? She giggled into the phone. ?From what I?ve heard, you?ll be among the most famous people in school.? Jamie thought of how he would start getting out more, start partying and, ?You know I love you??

?I love you too.? Drew answered back immediately, his deep voice full of sincerity. ?I want to see you.?

?I?ll be right over then Sigma Mu isn?t far from the library right?

?No, you can?t, I mean? Meet me in the park?

Jamie blinked, ?sure I?m on my way.?

***


Twenty minutes later. Jamie stood watching a flock of duck swim in the college park. The moon was high in the sky, close enough to touch. ?Jamie.? She spun around. The deep voice she had heard beckoned her. A tall built man stood wait, watching her. His arms relaxed, yet thick as telephone pulls. His face could have belonged to Drew, but it was not Drew. He had replaced with a beefy monster of man. Jamie stepped back, afraid for a moment of the change that had taken place. Drew recoiled from Jamie?s shock, taking it as a sign of disgust. He was freak now, A good looking freak. ?I?m sorry I scared you I?ll go.? He turned, his massive shoulders sagged down in grief.
?Wait.? Jamie reached out, placing a hand on his arm. He paused. ?I still love you?

Drew wrapped his arms around Jamie, hugging her tight. He thought he would lose her when he heard the rules of the house. But she was here, supporting him. Jamie was suddenly engulfed in muscle. Her boyfriend?s body was warm. She thought of him, how much bigger he was. It all felt strange, as if it was impossible. But he was here. She felt his lips play with her ear, just like Drew did only a day before. His huge hand massaged her back, working out stress she didn?t know she had. The moment was endless.

?Drew.? Someone spoke. Drew pulled back from Jamie, turning to confront the stranger.
?We had a new inductee. And you missed the ceremony.? Jamie couldn?t see the speaker, but he sounded pissed.

[V.R.Goh]

I thought I would add something else to my story. It's grown a bit since I put it up here. Do any of you other writers that post here feel like proud parents when your story idea grows without your help? Let me know. Anyway, on with the story.

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The morning sunlight pierced through my veil of sleep, rousing me from a good night's rest. I opened my eyes, still reeling from the incredible night I had last night. Being inducted into Mu Sigma Gamma has got to be the dream of every guy on campus, and it happened to me. Not only that, but all of the rumors are true. The brothers here are incredibly perfect. Any one of them could make a fortune simply by selling pictures of the pulchritudinous paragons of power and physical perfection that are now my brothers. Remembering the events of last night, I got up out of bed to get dressed. Since it was Saturday, I didn't have class until Monday. So, I went into my closet to look for something to wear. When I looked in the mirror, I was astonished that what I saw was actually me.

The mirror reflected a being that looked to be more than human, In fact, if this were ancient Greece, I could easily be mistaken for a god. My facial features were sharp and masculine, almost unearthly in their beauty. While I looked like a male supermodel from the neck up, below the jawline was a heavyweight championship bodybuilder. My football-shaped traps linked my neck and my shoulders, forming a thick column of muscle. My deltoids looked like ripe melons were implanted beneath my skin. Below my delts, my arms were swollen with iron-bending muscle. I brought my arms up into the first pose I thought of: the front double bicep. My football-shaped biceps bunched up into a mountain of muscle with a peak that could rival the Himalayas. I then went into a side tricep and audibly gasped as a horseshoe that would fit on a horse jumped into bold relief. I brought my meaty hands behind my head and tightened my now harder-than-rock abdominals. My stomach muscles, once flat 24 hours ago, were now an adamantine eight-pack of brawn collected around a narrow waist.

I went from abs to lat spread, marveling at the wing-like spread I now had. Before this, my body would have just been a vertical collection of skin and bone. Now, I actually had a v-shaped torso that most guys only dreamed of. Dropping my arms to my sides, I bounced my copious pecs. I could never do this before, since this is the first time I ever had humongous slabs of beefy muscle between my ribs and my skin. When I went into a most muscular, every muscle on my body stood out like my skin was as thin as Saran wrap. In 24 hours, I went from a skinny geek to a devastatingly handsome heartthrob covered with mounds of rock-hard muscle. Since I slept naked last night, I decided to forgo clothes for the moment. So, I put on the red Speedo I got last night and started to explore the massive mansion of muscular men.

The place was incredibly ornate. The foyer was made almost entirely of marble. All of the wood fixtures seemed to be mahogany. Suddenly, I heard the clanging of metal and the grunts of men working out. As I rounded the corner and looked out into the spacious backyard, I saw something that confirmed another rumor about Mu Sigma Gamma. The most advanced gym equipment that I have ever seen was set up by an Olympic-sized in ground pool. Working out their superhuman physiques were four of the brothers, each one bigger and more handsome than the last. It took all I had to keep from going weak in the knees at these godlike Adonises. I walked out to the backyard, still a bit unsure of myself and watched them as their bodies exerted themselves. One was bench pressing what looked deceptively to be about 500 pounds, but I knew that it had to be much more than that. Another had to be squatting twice as much as the guy on the bench. Each one had a spotter, making sure that they were safe. When the bench press guy finished his set, he replaced the barbell on the rack and sat up. He looked like he wasn't even breathing hard. Suddenly, his sapphire-blue eyes met mine. "Hey, bro," he said in a casual tone, smiling a smile that would cause any woman and gay man to melt, "welcome to the house. Wanna get a workout in?" All of a sudden, apprehension was replaced by excitement and curiosity. I nodded, anxious to see what these massive muscles of mine can do.

[MAZIVKAROLY]

Thanks for this follow-up to your earlier story. Good sequencing. Looking forward to more "developments" : physical as well as narrative.

[V.R.Goh]

For a moment, I forgot how to speak. Here was this godlike being, with a face that would shame a room full of male supermodels sitting atop a body that would make a championship bodybuilder turn green with envy, asking me to work out with him. Normally, I wouldn't have set foot in a gym. I wasn't exactly the kind of person to care about my physical appearance. In high school, I was the quintessential geek, always stuck in some book that had more pages than the sum total of brain cells among the entire football team. Now, I'm this huge, hulking hunk among the upper echelon of frat life. Since I had this body, I decided to see just how strong I really am.

"Sure," I said, eager to test my strength against their equipment. Bench Press Guy (for lack of a proper name) held out a meaty paw of a hand.

"I'm Jason," said Bench Press Guy. I shook his hand, holding back a wince at the strength of Jason's grip. Each one of the semi-divine brothers introduced themselves as well. The Aztec god spotting Jason was Antonio, a fine arts major originally from Mexico City by way of Dallas, Texas. The African-American powerhouse at the squat rack was Sharif, a finance major from Brooklyn. Spotting him was Ichiro, a business administration major from Miami by way of Tokyo, Japan. I smirked to myself to see the major nationalities being represented in this one area: Sharif's African-American, Jason's Greek, Ichiro's Asian, and Antonio's Hispanic to my Irish and Lakota.

"Alex," I responded.

"How about you start with chest," Jason said, gesturing to the bench he stood up from. "I'll just lower it to 3000 pounds for a warm-up." He then removed a couple of plates from the loaded barbell.

"Whoa!" I shouted, stepping back in utter surprise. "That would take five men to be able to get that off the ground once!"

"Any ordinary man, yeah," said Sharif in a smooth baritone voice that nearly melted my knees. "Thank's to Mu Sig's gifts, we're far from it. You should be able to press that with no problem." So, I sat down on the bench and positioned myself under the loaded barbell. I grabbed onto the barbell as Antonio looked down at me.

"Listo, Alex?" he said. Fortunately, I took Spanish in high school, so I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I responded. I got ready to push as hard as I can to life the weight off of the bar, but, to my surprise, it didn't take much to budge the weight. I lowered the weight towards my chest, stopping just when the barbell touched my skin. I then pressed the weight back up slowly. The weight felt like cardboard in my hands. I did this 14 more times, each time easier than the last. When I returned the weight to the rack, I sat up and touched the plates to make sure that they were real. They were.

I was flabbergasted. I had just bench pressed three thousand pounds. For reps. And it felt like nothing. Jason smiled at me.

"How'd it feel?" he asked.

"For a second there, I thought those weights were helium balloons," I said still recovering from the initial shock. "There's gotta be something in the water at this frat house, because everyone I've seen around this place is some kind of muscle god. Not that I mind of course, but what is going on here?"

"Well," responded Ichiro in a moderate Japanese accent, "this fraternity has existed since ancient Greece. The first brothers were given this gift by the Olympian gods in order to express their full potential. Zeus told them to expand their brotherhood, to bring more men into the fold. Over time, this society has worked their way into many aspects of modern life."

"Many of our brothers have lofty positions in businesses around the world," Jason continued. "Some even serve in the governments of the major world superpowers: Britain, China, Japan, even right here in the States. A handful of us have becomes celebrities in mainstream society, mostly professional bodybuilders. Ever heard of Lou Ferrigno, Gunther Schlierkamp and Arnold Schwarzenegger?"

My jaw dropped. Some of my favorite bodybuilders, the guys I would secretly jerk off to at night when I was alone, were members of the same fraternity that now counted me among its members. I couldn't believe it!

"More time for frat history and who's who later," Jason said. "Right now, let's finish pumpin' these muscles!" The other brothers, myself included shouted in agreement. I always knew that college would change my life, but I didn't know how much it would.

So we worked out for another hour. I found out more about my current physique than I had bargained for. Not only can I bench press three tons for ten reps, but I came close to breaking the house record for the bicep curl at three thousand pounds for fifteen reps. Apparently, Ethan, the current president holds the record at ten thousand for fifteen reps. It was incredible how strong the brothers really are. After my workout, I felt on top of the world.

[V.R.Goh]

It was so unreal! The rumors about Mu Sig were true. The ornate manor, the advanced gym equipment, the superhuman strength, all of it was true! I shook my hands to try to get rid of the excess energy, but to no avail.

"Excited?" Jason said with one eyebrow cocked a la The Rock.

"Hell, yeah!" I responded enthusiastically. "I still can't believe that I just lifted that much weight, and it felt so damn easy!" It was all so incredible. Never in my life had I dreamed that something like this could happen to me, of all people.

"Well, believe it, bro," Sharif said as I turned to look at him, "because it just gets better." To my surprise, he wasn't moving his lips when he responded.

"Is it just me," I said confused, "or did I just read your mind?"

::It's not just you,:: I heard Ichiro's thoughts respond. ::We're all telepaths. It really helps to inform the other brothers about meetings wherever we are.::

::It's definitely gonna take some getting used to,:: I thought.

"Got that right," Jason said. Just then, I caught an image of something from Antonio's mind. I saw the five of us, butt naked, in what looked like a pulsating human knot. I had a feeling that he deliberately sent it to Jason and the others, because I saw them look at me and smile. I looked around to see that all five of our cocks were rock-hard.

"I think it's time to put that excess energy to good use," said Antonio with a grin. "Don't you all agree?" The others murmured their approval. I decided to go with the flow, so I took off my red posers, while the guys removed theirs. Sharif and Jason paired off while Ichiro and Antonio stood in front of and behind me, respectively. Ichiro pushed me to my knees while Antonio grabbed my tight virgin ass. All of a sudden, I feel a rock-hard tubesteak the size of Long Island punch its way toward my prostate. Immediately, I clamped my lips on Ichiro's 15 inch flesh sword and began to suck on it like a baby bottle. Ichiro's cock muffled my moans and grunts as Antonio pounded away at my ass. Just then, I felt a mouth clamp itself on my own cock and suck away like a pro. I put my hands on the floor to steady myself, only to feel another hand fill my left hand with a cock as thick as a beer can. This cockfest continued for what I thought was about a minute. Then, positions changed.

Antonio kept his cock in my ass, but then I started to leave the ground. I turned around to see Jason at the back of a line of five guys linked by their adamantine manhoods. The moans grew louder and shifted into different languages. We all expressed our ecstasy in either English, Spanish, or Japanese as Jason held us on his superdick.

"Here it comes!" he shouted as we neared the climax. Suddenly, I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I let it loose. I saw fireworks as I screamed in white-hot sexual nirvana. I felt the chain of orgasms flow from one to the next until my cum exploded out of me like Vesuvius. I practically drowned in the cock-induced bliss. After another minute, Jason returned our feet to terra firma.

"Woah," I said with a sigh. "I hope that feature comes standard."

"That, and more," Jason responded, his breathing heavy. "Not only are we superstrong, in all areas, but we have superhuman stamina. Not bad for a guy my age."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously.

"He forgot to tell you that our powers give us eternal life and eternal youth," responded Ichiro. "Each generation of brothers is more powerful than the last. It was only recently that the power made us immortal. When Ethan, our current president, was initiated, every new brother afterwards became immortal and forever young. Only about one in a hundred or so brothers has the potential to usher Mu Sig into the next era."

"For the record," Jason continued, "I'm 85, Sharif is 70, and Antonio and Ichiro are 65."

"Whoa!" I responded. "Talk about being older than you look." I could tell that there was more to this frat than being superstrong and immortal. So, I decided that I would look for the president of the frat and ask him about Mu Sig's history.

[V.R.Goh]

It took a lot of my concentration to walk down that hall. If I didn't, I would most likely find a good spot and jack off non-stop until Monday. Even a simple task as walking was proving to be distracting. The feeling of my muscles as they moved was a sexual experience in and of itself. I had to walk around my own titanic thighs, they were so huge. When I passed a floor-length mirror, I noticed something different about me.

For some reason, every muscle in my body looked bigger, thicker, harder, and more striated. My traps rose higher toward my ears, while my shoulders looked to be about the size of cannonballs. When I flexed my biceps, they peaked even higher with muscle bellies that were even fuller and more sliced. My powerful pecs protruded even more from my body, obscuring even more of my monstrous cock. I felt my eight-pack abs, and I could swear they were even harder than before. Even my face was more perfected. I was twice the hyper-masculine Herculean hunk that I was before my workout with Jason and the guys.

Just then, I noticed another bulging brawny brother approaching me from behind. I turned to face this new face. He was roughly as tall as me and, like the other brothers, massively muscular and superhumanly beautiful. His curly brown hair flowed in waves across his broad shoulders, while his eyes shone a brilliant hazel. Like me, he was wearing a pair of red posing straps with the frat's logo printed on the crotch.

"How's it hangin', bro?" he said, offering a muscular hand. "I'm Colin." I grasped his hands and shook it.

"Alex," I said with a smile. "So, Colin, any idea where Ethan is? I have a few questions about Mu Sig."

"I think he's in his room," answered Colin. "C'mon, I'll show you where it is." He went up the stairs to the second floor. I followed close behind, watching in lustful admiration at his round muscular bubble butt. When we got to the second floor, he turned to face me.

"If you want to fuck," Colin said with a mischievous tone to his voice, "we can do it right here."

"Can we do that?"

"Of course. As long as a) it doesn't interfere with our studies and b) we clean up after ourselves, we can fuck and suck wherever and whenever we want. Sometimes, we just have to get off and masturbation just doesn't cut it. Fortunately, we are all happy to oblige with a good blow job when needed. Speaking of which, I'll explode if I don't bust a nut."

"Then, allow me to help you with that. I need one anyway." With that, I dropped my posers as he followed suit. Telepathically putting an idea in his head, I turned away from him. With a quick jump, I performed a back handspring, allowing Colin to catch my ankles. Then, he lifted me high enough so that our crotches were level with the other's head. I wrapped my hands around his waist as I grabbed his godlike cock with my lips and sucked it in like a vacuum cleaner. He did the same, applying intense suction onto my eager dick.

He sucked away on my pole like a professional as I returned the favor. His dick leaked sticky precum as I grabbed handfuls of his tight muscle-butt. The suction on my rock-hard prick was so intense, I moaned while my mouth was full of dick. With each suck, I pulled more of his dick into my mouth. Within moments, I had his weeping dick down my throat. I could feel Colin deep-throating my porn-star-quality supercock as his hands grasped my iron glutes.

In a moment, my crotch shuddered, and I could feel myself cum. As my barge pole unleashed its seed, Colin's pulsating dick shuddered and erupted with its sticky, ivory cream. I moaned with Colin, our mouths full of each other's dick. I made sure to catch every drop of the alabaster honey that spewed forth from the fire hose in my mouth. After a minute, our orgasms ceased. I released my vice-grip on Colin's ass and held my hands over my head, When Colin let me drop, I caught myself and turned myself right-side up with the grace of an Olympic gymnast.

"Well," Colin said, panting, "that's was an incredible experience. I have to remember that little maneuver of yours."

"Thanks," I responded, licking my lips of the last bit of Colin's cream. "Is it just me, or do you look bigger than a minute ago?"

"I did notice a change," Colin answered. "Come to think of it, you look even bigger than last time yourself. I think your cum made me grow, and it passed on to me."

"Cool," I said.

"Anyway," Colin said, licking his lips, "Ethan's room is at the end of the hall."

"Thanks, Colin," I said. "I hope we can do that again some time." So I walked to the end of the hall where Ethan's room was and knocked.

"Come in," said a many baritone on the other side. I turned the knob and opened the door.

The room was huge. It could really earned the title of "master bedroom." A king sized bed dominated the space of the room, while a bay window lay along one wall. Sitting at the large desk was the biggest member of Mu Sig, Ethan. It was obvious why many of the girls here at college talk about him with lustful reverence. I secretly wondered if he knew that people on campus called him, "The King of the Muscle Gods." If he did, he didn't show it.

"Um, Ethan," I said sheepishly. I was wondering about our frat's history. How did it become what it is today?"

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"Um, Ethan," I said sheepishly, "I was wondering about our frat's history. How did it become what it is today?" I had to constantly look him in the eye if I was going to maintain my composure. If my eyes wandered anywhere else, it would be across his magnificent, massive, muscular, godlike physique.

"Well," he responded, his rich, baritone voice arousing my libido, "Mu Sigma Gamma was not always known by this name. It was a secret society in ancient Greece. The legend states that the first member of this organization was a man from Athens named Kalisthenos. Supposedly, he sought a way to inspire the young men of Athens to achieve the pinnacle of physical strength and beauty by reaching that goal himself. One day, he was exercising when he was visited by Zeus. The king of the gods gave Kalisthenos a small amount of his infinite strength and beauty, with the promise that, over time, that power would increase. He also taught the Athenian how to awaken that power in other men. He told Kalisthenos that there is a small spark of divine power in every person ever born. In time, the god hoped that this spark would grow to the point that humanity would become gods themselves. Kalisthenos gathered his closest friends together and gave them the same power, making them stronger and more handsome than everyone else. He named their group Diodoros, which means gift of Zeus.

"Over time, Diodoros grew quickly in size to become a major player in Greek politics. It was sort of what the Freemasons are today. People knew about them, but not about their ceremonies. The only way to join Diodoros was to be approached by one of its members, who were not hard to find. They were the most muscular and handsome men in Athens. Every Greek man hoped to become a member of Diodoros, as it meant instant citizenship for its members. When the Romans invaded Greece, Diodoros imposed measures to insure its continued existence. Since the Romans were unaware of this society of Greek musclemen, the Diodorians were able to infiltrate Roman society. Throughout the course of history, this group of beautiful men rode the wave of European influence around the globe. Wherever they landed, they took a new name and continued their mission: to bring men closer to godhood. Our founder came to this college, where he turned Diodoros into this fraternity. The rest, as they say, is history."

It sounded like an incredible story. Had I not experienced the affects of his power before, I would have dismissed it as a myth. The proof that this legend was true was present, not only in the godlike being occupying the seat in front of me, but also all over my body. A power given to one Athenian man passed through the millenniums and gave me near-godlike strength and divine beauty.

"Is there, by any chance," I asked, "a sister organization to Mu Sig?"

"There is," Ethan answered matter-of-factly. "They were originally called Kallisto, after the nymph. Over time, they became Beta Gamma, our sister sorority." That explains why all of the women around the Beta Gamma house were so incredibly beautiful.

My mind immediately drifted to my cock, which was still hard as a rock. Peering out of my posers, its head was bright red from all of the blood pumping through it. I felt like I had to cum or I would blow. Ethan looked towards my aching member and smiled.

"Looks like you really enjoyed our history," Ethan said.

"Actually," I responded, "it's all I can do to keep from doing an impression of Old Faithful right here. Not only is everyone here inhumanly muscular and devastatingly beautiful, but my libido hasn't quit since I woke up this morning. I feel like I could fuck and be fucked and suck and be sucked all day and all night without stopping once."

"What a coincidence," Ethan said with a mischievous smile on his face. "We're having our monthly 12-hour orgy with all of the brothers tonight. The party begins in the basement at 9:00 sharp."

"Thanks, Ethan," I responded as I got up.

"See you tonight, Alex," he said as I left his room. It was noon right now. I had nine hours until the big party. I decided to abstain from sex until then, since I would be having sex non-stop for 12 hours.

I figured that, since I had a lot of time on my hands, I would take a walk around the campus. This will give me a chance to introduce the college to the new me. So, I went into my room and looked through my closet. Fortunately, all of the clothes inside were big enough to fit my huge physique. I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt. The jeans fit snug around my waist and thighs, accentuating my spherical glutes, while they had enough room in the crotch to accommodate Little Alex. The shirt was just as snug around my muscular chest as the jeans were around my waist, while the sleeves just barely contained my Herculean arms. With a pair of sandals on my feet, I stepped out of the Mu Sig house and took a walk along the street toward the campus. I made sure to walk with the classic bodybuilder's strut, showing all onlookers the newest muscle god.

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I walked down the street toward the campus, although I should say that I strutted. With all this muscle, it's hard not to walk like a bodybuilder. I was getting stares of what looked to be admiration and/or lust. Once I got onto the campus proper, even more people began to stare. Some of the girls looked at me like they wanted to mount me right then and there.

When I got to the main quad, I sat on a nearby bench and enjoyed the warm weather. People were rushing to and from their classes, meetings, and assorted necessities. Since I didn't have any classes until Monday, I just enjoyed watching the people go by. By 2, Sharif and Jason joined me. They said that Antonio and Ichiro were in class and, since they didn't have any classes until Monday, they would take a walk. They were passing through the quad when they found me. At about 3, a couple of beautiful ladies approached us.

They looked to be about 20 and were positively gorgeous. Each of them had long hair that reached the middle of their back with deep brown eyes. One was a blond, a second was a brunette, and the third a redhead. They had the figure of a supermodel and the legs of a dancer.

"Well," said the blond in a sexy voice as she locked eyes on me, "hello there, handsome."

"Hello, yourself," I responded with my classic wit.

"My friends and I were wondering," said the brunette, "do you boys have a girlfriend?"

"Nope," said Sharif with a smile, "we are single and available. I'm Sharif, and this is Jason and Alex."

"I'm Denise," said the blond, "and this is Angela and Colleen." She pointed to the brunette and the redhead at the mention of each of their respective names. I gently grasped Denise's hand in mine.

"If I would profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine," I said poetically, kissing her hand "the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a gentle kiss."

"Good pilgrim," responded Angela (the brunette) at just the right moment, "you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss."

"A fan of Shakespeare," said Jason. "You're as well-read as you are beautiful." The girls then sat on our laps.

"Mmmm, intelligent and good-looking," said Colleen from Jason's lap. "These guys look like keepers, ladies."

"We'll see," said Denise while sitting on mine. "First, let's check out your bodies. We Beta Gamma girls don't just date anyone, you know. We have certain criteria that must be met. Only then can we officially be your girlfriends."

"From the looks of their shirts," said Angela, who paired off with Sharif, "these guys might just meet that requirement."

"Of course," Jason responded as he bounced his pecs beneath his shirt, "it doesn't hurt to be a Mu Sigma brother either." The girls looked pleasantly surprised.

"You're Mu Sigma men?" said Denise. The three of us nodded.

"Then, considered yourselves accepted," she continued. "Mu Sigmas automatically get first dibs on Beta girls." Now, I'm really glad that I was accepted into this frat.

"Why don't you come with us?" said Angela as she held Sharif's hand. "We'd like to see those muscles of yours in a more private setting."

"Eager little minx, aren't you?" said Sharif, surprised and a little eager at the same time. So we followed the Beta ladies we just met to a secluded area of the campus for what I figured was a private worship session.

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Denise, Angela, and Colleen led Sharif, Jason and I off of the campus. Within a moment, we were walking through the woods south of the college, down a narrow deer path.

"Any idea where we're going?" I whispered to Sharif.

:If I'm right,: he responded telepathically, :We're heading to the Clearing.: Sensing my next question, he continued. :It's a secret location known only to Mu Sigs and Betas. Mostly it's used for group functions. It's deep enough in the woods to avoid drawing attention. To add to the privacy, our respective groups spread the rumor that it's haunted. Good thing the locals are extremely superstitious. That way, no one comes here.:

After ten minutes of walking, we came to what obviously was the infamous Clearing. It was a circular area about twenty feet or so in diameter. Around the outer perimeter grew a circle of oak and pine trees. A light breeze from the south rustled the leaves high above our heads. The girls released our hands and faced us.

"Alright, boys," said Denise, who was obviously the leader of their clique. "Let's see what Mu Sigma Gamma has done for you." I looked to my bros to see them removing their clothes. I put two and two together and figured they wanted to see our bodies. So I followed suit.

I grasped the bottom hem of my T-shirt and slowly pulled it up towards my head. I tensed my eight-pack abs as soon as they were revealed for extra effect. Soon I had the shirt over my head. Without ripping the sleeves, I freed my mountainous arms from their cotton confines. I tossed the shirt to the ground behind me, maintaining eye contact with Denise. I must have looked like a combination of a bodybuilder and a model for Abercrombie and Fitch. I kicked off my sandals as I reached for my belt. Undoing the buckle, I slowly slipped my jeans down past my titanic quads, revealing the bright red Speedo beneath. I noticed that Sharif and Jason also had on the same kind of undergarments as me. After I removed my pants, I set them on top of my jeans.

"Alright, ladies," said Jason. "Welcome to the show."

"And what show would that be?" said Colleen in a tone that was one part curious, one part sexy.

"To the gun show, of course," I responded. The three of us flexed our twin biceps, causing six mountainous peaks of mega-masculine muscle to emerge. Each tensed biceps muscle was just as large as the other five, with veins decorating the surface like badges of honor. Each one was also split into two well-defined heads, while triceps that could fit on a Clydesdale filled out the other two-thirds of our upper arms. I dropped my arms and turned to my left.

"I must admit," I said as I grabbed my left wrist with my right hand, "that I think the benefits of joining Mu Sig are simply sPECtacular." As I stressed the "pec" in "spectacular," I pulled my left arm back into a side chest pose.

"Most everyone," said Sharif, "are nearly fLATtened by our bodies." He did a lat spread at the word "flattened," continuing our foray of bodybuilder puns. "The women want us, and the men want to be us."

"Personally," said Jason, "I don't drink. But, we Mu Sigs always bring a six-pack to the party." All three flexed our adamantine abdominals. The girls giggled and applauded.

"Very impressive, gentlemen," said Angela as she caressed Sharif's granite pecs. "Ladies, I give them a perfect 10."

"I'd love to get to know you three better," said Colleen as she ran her delicate fingers down Jason's eight-pack abs. "Especially you, Tiger."

"Well, Alex" said Denise as she held my hand in hers. "This looks like the beginning of three beautiful relationships." I wrapped my muscular right arm around her waist and pulled her close. Locking eyes with her, I slowly moved closer to her crimson lips. Our mouths met in a first kiss that consummated our new relationship.

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I was on cloud nine for the next few hours. Every since that flexing session in the Clearing, all I thought about was seeing Colleen again. Everything about her had me spellbound, from the sheen of her bright red hair to the curve of her hips. It wasn't the usual lust talking; this was something more.

"Woah," said Jason with a playful smile on his face. "Looks like Cupid strikes again."

"What are you talking about?" I said, trying to cover up the fact that I was blushing.

"That look on your face, dog," said Sharif. "You fell hard in love with Colleen."

"It shows, doesn't it?" I said, finally admitting it. They nodded.

"Not only that," responded Jason, "but you've been singing the same song for an hour." He then began repeating the same tune that I was singing on the way.

"From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay*
and from Galway to Dublin-town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Collen
that I met at the County Down."

"Hardy har, wise ass," I said.

"Don't get so defensive, bro," said Sharif. "You have a great voice."

"You think so? Thanks," I responded. We continued singing the song as we walked back to the frat house.
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*- Quay sounds like "key"

[alphamale]

This is such a great story of muscle and power! is it going to be continued? please don't stop! i'd really like to read more high powered muscle encounters between fellow fraternity mates...