The Recruited Wrestler

This chapter has very little sexual content: a SFW addition to the series. This chapter helps me develop and work out some of the flaws from the last two chapters and set me up for some raunchy sex next chapter.

“There’s gonna be a party in an hour or so, faggot.” I look up to see Nick standing over me. “You’re gonna want to be cleaned up if you’re going to stay.” He stands me up relatively gently, putting an arm on my shoulder to steady my spent body. 

“I appreciate it,” I give him a slight smile, “but I really need to be getting home sooner or later.” 

“It’s not your choice.” He growls. “Get ready for the party. I want to see you wearing something nice. Plus, these guys’ closets are too full, they can suit you up right in the house.” 

I slowly nod. Nick is about an inch, maybe two, taller than me, but stockier- no, it’s all muscle. He has a fuzzy chest and a jet black head of hair with stubble on his face. He pushes me out of his room and guides me downstairs to the kitchen, his strong hands easily guiding me where he wants me to go. 

“Anyone got some good fashion sense in this house?” 

Derek raises his hand immediately and stands up from his position on the couch. “I can help.” He’s got an Aussie accent. It doesn’t match his 5’10 frame and messy look, but it’s sexily raspy. He walks over to Nick and I notice a rose tattoo covering the majority of the back of his hand. “Hey, mate.” 

“Take him up to your room and strip him down. He’s got a nice body, but no sense of what to wear. We need to show off our new frat boy, make him look good for the ladies and gay guys out there.” 

He takes a good look at my body and then opens his mouth as if to speak to me. He turns to Nick quickly and begins to speak: “Am I allowed to speak to him, and is he allowed to speak to me?” 

Nick nods, before handing me over to Derek. He drapes a hand on my shoulder, “Welcome to the house little bro.” He’s clearly being careful with what he says. “Let’s get you looking sharp so that you’ll get laid by the end of the night.” 

I follow him upstairs nervously, and he leads me up to his room on the third floor of the house. He has a walk-in closet; it’s lined with jean jackets and hoodies. He must be close to Nick or at least rich enough to have paid a bit extra for the room. He closes his curtains that cover massive, ceiling to floor windows, and turns to me. 

“Strip,” he says, looking to the door, but deciding not to close it. 

I comply and slowly get undressed, leaving my underwear on. I look back up to him.

“All of it,” he smiles at me, impatiently. 

I take off my underwear, and before I look up he’s taken a few steps closer. I look up to him, and he’s still smiling. His lips practically on mine. “You’re really fucking cute, mate. Are you gay?” I shake my head, but he grabs my chin and makes me look at him in the eyes. “You’re really gonna want to learn how to tolerate cock in this frat, but as a friend, I wanna say that you’re gonna also have to learn how to hold your own. These guys are rough, and if you don’t know how to defend yourself, they’ll take advantage of you. I had to live through it when I was getting out of secondary-” he pauses; “high school. I didn’t know what to do so I just resisted as much as I could.

“By the looks of it, especially with you complying with my demand that was as simple as “strip,” you’re going to have to learn to fight and prove yourself as one of the boys. Sadly, you probably will not be able to do that until you get into the pledging process.” 

He breaks eye contact with me and walks into the closet, immediately coming out with a white t-shirt with “Aussie” splayed across the front in light grey lettering. He goes back in to fetch a black jean jacket, one of the ones I saw walking in, and a pair of matching torn jeans. He hands me a white beanie and one of his white jockstraps. “I reckon you’ll look great.” 

I slip into the jockstrap and he walks around to my ass, grabbing it and snapping the straps into their place, making me jolt slightly. He chuckles as he watches me bend over to put on the jeans. 

“How do you feel?” He asks, walking back around me and pulling out a pair of Timberlands and black socks from under his bed. “These are my good shoes. I want you to look amazing, you’re gonna need to impress to get into the frat.” 

I nod, and he pats me on the shoulders, and then continues to ruffle out the denim. I check my watch, and it reads 5:45. He guides me back downstairs but doesn’t follow me all the way down to the first floor. As I walk into the kitchen, Nick is there to greet me first, but not in the most polite way.

“Ready for tonight, faggot?” 

I nod. 

“When I speak to you I expect you to reply.”

“Yes, sir, I’m ready.” 

He grabs my chin, his massive forearm flexing as he begins to tighten his grip, much to the dismay of Derek, who had just walked in behind me, “Address me as ‘president.’” 

“Let him go,” Derek growls, coming to my defense and pulling me away from him.

I cower away beside Derek like a dog. I notice that the rest of the frat is watching Derek stand up against the frat president. Nick sneers at Derek, but he doesn’t back down. “This is my little dude. Sure, whatever, I know that Liam brought him to the frat, but he shouldn’t be here just so that he can be used as a fuck toy. Cole has ought to be here because he wants to be, and because he has a chance in this frat. I’m gonna protect him and stand up for him until he pledges, no matter if he gets into the frat or not.

“I also don’t reckon he’s done anything to you all, so give him human decency.” He glances over to me and adjusts my beanie as he turns to head back upstairs. “Chin up, King; your crown is falling.” 

I smile a bit, feeling more confident in myself. Nick plays off being stood up to by walking out of the kitchen and heading to the garage with Brent to get a keg. 

Lukas walks up to me. “It’s all good kid.” His olive skin and deep brown eyes stare straight through my straightness. He runs a hand through his blond hair before turning around and sitting back down on a barstool. Trevor and Ben begin to talk to each other, I overhear a few of their bets on who will get the most amount of girls and ‘coochie’ tonight. I cringe at the thought of knowing that they’ll rape a guy just to relieve some of their stress of most likely underperforming with any girl they go to bed with. 

Nick comes back with Brent and a keg of beer. “It’s from the local tavern, switching it up this time to support small businesses,” Nick mocks the idea as he sets the keg down behind one of the couches near the edge of the living room. “All right, boys, count off.” They nod and all make their way to the couches, some sitting, but the overflow forced to squat, using the coffee table in the center of the four couches as support.

“Number one.” 

“Here, president,” Shay chirps. “Six-foot-one, 205lbs.” 

“Number two.” 

“Here, president,” Trevor’s rough voice barely registers. “Six-foot-one, 170lbs.” 

“Number three.” 

“Here, president,” Andrew looks up at me but fixes his eyes on Nick. “Five-foot-seven, 165lbs.” 

“Let’s stop here for now,” Nick turns around to look at me, and the eyes of the frat follow. “Are you willing to become another number?” 

“Fuck you and your scare tactics,” I blurt. I regret what I said, but I keep my composure and stay in place, knowing that Derek may decide to come to my defense again.

He turns around to the frat, laughing quietly to himself. “Do whatever you need to get ready for the party. I will find you one on one to count off stats. You are dismissed.” 

Brent and Lukas head over to a foldable table and begin to line up the different types of alcohols, sodas, and cups. 

“You better watch yourself. I’d beat the shit out of you right now but it looks like you’ve found yourself an ally. And plus, I won’t make it possible for you to get into the frat.”

Derek furrows his brows in the back, and I motion for him to stand down. Nick backs away, sauntering away as if knew I’d be watching his movement. I feel my anger reaching a fever pitch, although I manage to keep it inside me. I check my watch quickly, watching the seconds take an unbearably long time to tick by. The first few faces begin to show up, a lot of brunette girls, probably prizes for Trevor and Ben. A group of jocks show up, headed by a guy that looks a lot like Nick, and his aura gives me bad vibes immediately, so I retreat my face into my phone. I text my mom, updating her with lies, about what I’m doing, when I’ll be home. Derek stands near me, and every now and then I catch his eyes checking on me to make sure that I’m okay. My eyes stay fixed on my phone only looking up to spot the occasional person coming uncomfortably close to me. 

“Coleman,” Derek addresses me. “You can’t possibly stay on your phone the entire party. It’s been almost an hour and you haven’t moved, you haven’t even sat in a chair.” 

“I don’t know about all of this stuff. I know I’m gonna be graduating early, once wrestling’s all done, but that’s still for a few more weeks, in late April. 

“I know it’s a lot, but Liam brought me into the frat at around the same time, it’s like he scopes out all the hot guys and then pulls them into the frat until it’s inescapable.” 

I put my phone into my pocket and look around at the full house. I didn’t notice how loud the music was, but now, it’s hurting my ears. Brent comes over with a beer in his hand and stands next to Derek. 

“You’re blocking out the light, asshole.” Derek jokes, nudging him away. 

“Not my fault you two are short as fuck.” Brent proceeds to rest his elbow on Derek’s head to prove his point even further.

“How’s the luck with girls?” 

“So-so. They’ll come along once I get shirtless.” Brent looks over to me. “Hey little bro, why don’t you come show off your drip. I’ll grab you a drink, can’t tell you what but it’ll get you loose for dancing. You gotta get comfy here, land yourself a few girls.” He gives me the most sincere smile one can give for talking about sex and objectifying girls that would probably choose him over me. 

Derek eggs me on, smiling. “I don’t reckon I put you in this outfit for you to not be confident in it. Go, have fun, mate.” 

I slowly leave Derek back as he walks off to wherever now that he’s free from supervising me as if I were a kindergartener. HE guides me to the large foyer, where he’s scouted a group of sorority girls clearly drunk off of the shitty jello shots due to the stains on their blouses and around their mouths. “There are a few short ones in there, shoot your shot.” 

I punch him playfully in the shoulder as he grins. I make my way through the last few people before reaching them, with probably the biggest smile on my face since my sister got home from LA. 

“Hey,” a young sorority girl introduces herself with a clumsy handshake. “My name is Lilian.”

“I’m Cole,” she begins to twirl herself around in my arms and gives a kiss on the cheek, leaving a slight green stain. 

“You have on a nice outfit, I think you should take some of it off.” She gives me a wink, or at least she tries to before stumbling back into me, which forces me to catch her. I stand her back up and she begins to shimmy off my jacket, which honestly I’m glad to get rid of with the amount of body heat in the house. She slips my shirt over my head and reveals my smooth, well-defined abs and v-line. Lilian bites her lip as she moves in and plants a kiss on my right pec, once again, leaving another slightly green stain. 

A group of drunk boys and girls have created a semicircle around Lilian and I, and the staircase that wraps itself around the other side of us. Drinks slosh around, occasionally splashing the floor. Now, down to only jeans and shoes, I really begin to let loose by openly letting Lilian kiss my body as someone hands me a shot. I drink it almost immediately, not paying attention to who gave it to me. My throat burns slightly, but I finish off with what I would describe as a war cry.

After taking quite a few more shots and dancing with Lilian and getting too comfortable with her girlfriends, Derek comes in and swoops me away upstairs. He grabs his clothes and guides me up to the third floor and into his quiet bedroom. 

“So you can have fun, eh?” 

I smile, “fuck yeah.” 

“Let me give you some shorts.” 

I nod and slip out of the jeans, Derek’s tight jockstrap cupping my semi-hard cock. He gives me a pair of white basketball shorts with AUSSIE across the left leg, they must be the pair that goes with the shirt that I was wearing before. He pulls me up and kisses my neck, before running his hands on my pecs and sending me back out to party. 

I wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom. I'm only in my jockstrap, and my phone is next to the bed on the nightstand, but this definitely isn't the frat house.