the ΣΤΒ boys are known for their wild, raunchy parties and their lackadaisical approach to course work, as well as regularly disrupting class– if you can actually get them to show up– and always being at the center of all campus scandals. despite the faculty's obvious disdain for them, they are still treated like royalty on campus by their peers.
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Campusbcys - Sigma Theta Beta || 18 + - Tumblr Blog
because it's been a minute since I was able to get on, I think I might start fresh on threads/starters/everything.
I'm also going to throw together a quick side blog because I have an idea I really want to play with but it technically wouldn't fit with the vibe of this account so. yeah. lot's to do today.
I'm back.
fucking hell. long story short, tumblr was saying I had the password to this account wrong so I tried to reset it-- and got locked out of the email that I use for this account and I got locked out of the backup email because my activity seemed "suspicious and fraudulent". I've been checking every day and FINALLY managed to get in today so I could reset my password.
I'm used to tumblr being weird. Not yahoo.
group dare for taylor, anthony & benjamin. cumshot contest, whoever shoots the most gets something special ;)
TRUTH OR DARE // accepting
"Sounds like we've got a bit of a cum-slut on our hands." Anthony taunted. Looking up from his seat, he smirked as Taylor made his way out of one of the bedrooms; zipping up his jeans as he sauntered over. "Hey, Tay, we just got dared to do a contest. Where's the big galoot?" He questioned with a laugh.
"Benjamin? Last I saw him he was with some of the pledges." Getting up, Anthony and Taylor moved to the doorway connecting the front room of the house to the dining room (which was used more for beer pong than it ever was for eating). It wasn't an uncommon sight to see pledges on the floor, eating their food or doing homework for the brother's-- one of the many rules was they weren't allowed to use furniture until they made it through rush. The unusual bit was seeing Benjamin sitting with them. "Yo, smoot brain, get your ass over here. We have a dare." Anthony demanded with mild annoyance as Taylor smirked and shook his head with amusement.
"Huh, oh, okay. You guys can finish my food if you want," Benjamin spoke with a wide smile, addressing the pledges he had joined for lunch, before clambering to his feet and jogging over to join his brothers. "What's up guys?" He was beaming and not even Anthony reaching over to cruelly knock him in the nuts with his knuckles was enough to knock the smile from his face; as far as he was concerned, that was how Anthony always greeted him so it was the same as a hello or a wave.
"Keep up dude, I already told you we have a dare." Anthony grumbled with a roll of his eyes.
"Yeah, but in Benji's defense you still haven't told us what it is." Taylor pointed out.
Ignoring them both for a moment, Anthony took hold of the whistle he was wearing around his neck and blew out three loud, sharp tones. Within a matter of seconds, three of their current pledges ran into the room and dropped onto their knees in front of each of them. "I love when they do that," Anthony mused, mostly to himself, as he walked over to a nearby table to grab three shot glasses before coming back to join his brother's again. "So, here's the deal. The three of us got dared to see who has the best cumshot. I figured we'd make it a bit more interesting and instead of taking care of things ourselves, these pledges here are going to jerk us off," he explained as he handed each pledge a shot glass, "and catch our loads for us. Apparently winner get's a prize."
Before he had even finished explaining things, Benjamin was already undoing his jeans and pulling his flaccid cock out.
"Someone's excited," Anthony teased as he settled into place between Benjamin and Taylor. "Let's have a fair game boys, and don't be a poor sport when the two of you lose."
Once all three of them were in position, and ready, the pledges were quick to set the shot glasses down so they could spit into their hands and focus on getting their respective brother hard. Taylor was the first to get fully erect, then Benjamin, then Anthony. After a few minutes of eager stroking and spitting, the three fraternity brother's were breathing hard and groaning as the pledges obediently got them off. The first to reach their peak was Taylor. Quickly grabbing the shot glass, his pledge looked up with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as Taylor's massive, thick cock seemed to swell before he shot his load into the shot glass. Much to his dismay, though, he only filled it up half-way.
Taylor was next, groaning loudly and calling his pledge a bitch, he shuddered a bit as ropes of thick, warm cum volleyed out of his cock and filled the shot glass his pledge was holding to the brim.
Finally Benjamin reached his peak. Moaning loudly as he began to climax, his pledge barely had time to position the shot glass properly to catch his load. Not only did Benjamin fill up the shot glass, he even managed to shot a stray rope or two onto his pledges face, before the rest covered their hand; making his, by far, the biggest load.
They all stood there for a minute, catching their breaths as their pledges continued to kneel there and wait for further instruction.
"That's fucking pathetic Tay," Anthony laughed as he glanced over at Taylor's shot glass.
"Yeah, okay, first of all-- screw you. I literally just got head from one of the pledges before you called me out here so I was at an unfair disadvantage. Ask anyone. I normally shoot more than that. I-- I was just a little spent, that's all. You should have told me what the dare was first so I could have asked you to wait a bit." Taylor rambled on in defense of himself. "This was hardly a fair contest and you know it."
Smirking and shaking his head in amusement, Anthony turned his attention to Benjamin's mess but before he could say anything he watched as Benjamin reached over, grabbed his shot glass, and swallowed down his load. "Mmm," Benjamin hummed as he swallowed the contents of Anthony's shot glass. "I think Anthony win's, his taste's the best."
"Damn Ben..." Anthony answered with a look of surprise on his face, reaching up to scratch at the side of his head as he stared at Benjamin. "I guess I misspoke when I was explaining the rules. When I said best I meant biggest, which shockingly means you won... but i'll keep in mind you like how mine tastes."
That never ending cycle of I don't want to go to work today but I need the money so I have too.
"Oh so you're selfish?" He chuckled. "You-- fuck," Taylor quickly cursed as Declan continued teasing him with his skilled tongue. "You might be more fun than your brother." Closing his eyes as he let out another groan of approval, rather than keeping the teasing conversation going he chose to sit back and just enjoy the treatment. Declan clearly knew what he was doing and-- for once-- Taylor was getting to enjoy someone properly worshipping his cock and getting him hard rather than having them wimp out at the last second and just give him a hand-job instead; because they were too intimidated.
Letting his head lean back, he let out another heavy breath as he cock stiffened to it's full glory; a thick, and heavy nine inches like a can of arizona green tea. "Stop being a tease and show me what you can really do," he groaned, eyes still closed, as pearls of pre-cum began to form on the tip of his cock as Declan teased him. "Fuck, that's it. Take me into your mouth." Rolling his shoulders again, he lifted his hips reflexively, pushing himself even deeper, as he felt those plump lips finally wrap around him. "Fuck you're good at this Declan..."
"Maybe I just wanted to have you to myself? It was never about the privacy. And as for you having me over the banister." Declan just smirked as he slowly began to stroke Taylor's shaft as he continued to kiss and lap at Taylor's head with his tongue, loving the way the other sounded as he worked over him like that. Taylor's cock was amazing, grand even. Declan had scarely seen a nicer one in his life though eh doubted Taylor needed to hear something like that. It would go all to his head.
Innocence was a look he worked hard to cultivate and he was delighted the other thought he was innocent before all of this. Mouth open he began to slowly swallow Taylor down, his thick cock sliding down Declan's throat fulfilling what the other man wanted, and what Declan wanted. He wanted to see if the frat boy's cum would be sweet or not.
"Yeah, you're definitely getting special treatment." Technically Taylor wasn't lying. Declan was wrong in saying that not just anyone was allowed to suck him, or his fraternity brother's, off but Taylor did come up with this rule-- on the spot-- because Declan was good looking and, well, Taylor wanted to get off. It wasn't the most moral thing to do but that was something he could worry about some other time.
Reclining back in the seat, rolling his shoulders as he moved his hands out of the way, he looked down with a smug smirk as Declan undid his jeans and worked them open. As the other worked him out of his boxers, he was getting a bit hard but for the sake of conversation he was still mostly flaccid. "If you weren't worried about people seeing you then why'd we have to move up here?" He questioned with a chuckle under his breath. "A minute ago you were worried about privacy, now it sounds like you're down to let me fuck you over the banister." He taunted with a groan as he felt Declan's hand grip around the base of his cock, holding the thick weight of it steady in his hand as he leaned in to teasingly swipe his tongue over the head; teasing the slit. "Shit... you've definitely done this before," Taylor groaned under his breath as his cock began to harden in Declan's grip. “--and here I thought you were innocent.”
"Why thank you Taylor. That makes me feel better. I'd like to think you gave me this opportunity because of my good looks. Not just anyone can be allowed to suck off handsome frat brothers like yourself am I right?" Declan smiled as Taylor sat in the chair and adjusted himself. Leaning in he put his hands on the frat boy's waistband and began to undo his pants to unleash him from his pants. He would have let Taylor fuck him if he had asked, while initially Taylor might not be the kind of frat boy he'd eye at the bar, he was definitely the kind he'd have a massive crush on in class.
"Why would I mind if people got to see me servicing you? I don't know anyone on campus here but you and my brother. And look at you. Look at this." Declan fished Taylor's cock from his pants and slowly stroked it in his hands. "Mm you are packing aren't you? I see why they let you guard the gates here. It's lovely." Declan laid a kiss on the head of Taylor's cock slowly teasing it with is tongue, letting it swirl around just the head, teasing the slit.
"Working at the local burger place, flipping patties for a living, is surely the worst outcome possible." Just the thought of having to work some dead-end, minimum wage job, common job like that sent a shiver down the pampered, elitist spine. "Worse even than killing you." He managed to recover some from the horrors in his mind, the thoughts of living the life of someone with lower income, and smile as he shook his head at the notion of having Jason offed as if they were in some old school mafia movie. "--but, thank you, I appreciate you understanding." He mumbled in another rare moment of vulnerability and honesty. It was nice having people he could trust.
"That's really a hard choice," he mused as he combed his sleek, perfectly moisturized dirty blonde hair back out of his face with a gloved hand. "You do have a pretty face, like you said, and it's obvious I'm a fan of your abdomen," as he spoke his eyes dropped down to stare at the other's bared torso again before the slowly dropped lower. "Maybe there's even something else about you that peaks my interest."
He was speaking with the confidence of someone that didn't just completely whiff their hit; he was acting as if Jason taking his shirt off hadn't just flustered the hell out of him as everyone watched. Which, speaking of, he peaked back over his shoulder just to make sure his parents and their guests eyes were still on them. Good. They looked queasy and uncomfortable. Perfect. That was, honestly, all they really had to worry about because even if they managed to push things further and really get under their skin Hammond wouldn't let anything happen to Jason. He might not have been the best at being friends but he was still very protective of what he considered his.
"I am not flustered." He argued with a smile that was, basically, him admitting that he was. "These sunglasses are just too dark. I couldn't see well, that's all." As Jason approached, to commit to his excuse Hammond took off his sunglasses and folded the arms before hanging it from the neck of his shirt, resting over his chest. "I doubt you'll embarrass me, mostly because I didn't invite you to play. I wanted you to look the part and you more than look the part Jeremy... but if you think we can up the ante I'm all ears. If it's anything like you're last impulsive choice, I'm sure it will do wonders."
"Can't say that I relate." Jason laughed and raised an eyebrow at the threat that followed the confession. "Are you thinking ruining my life so bad that I won't even be able to get a job at the local burger place flipping patties or something more serious like having me swim with the fishes?" he asked with a playful grin, letting his words hang in the air for a few seconds before laughing again. "I understand, won't tell a soul."
Hammond had nothing to worry about, Jason could keep his mouth shut. He had no issues being Hammond's eyecandy. Running a hand through his curly locks and fixing the pair of sunglasses on his face, he turned to give the blonde a small smirk. "Am I your favorite because of my pretty face or is it the abs?" he asked with a chuckle. Jason looked over to see people gawking at his shirtless body, among those people were Hammond's parents but the frat boy didn't think much about it, if any trouble arose from his stunt, Hammond would protect him, hopefully.
"You want to give them something to gawk at, we could raise the bar even higher." He suggested and let out a laugh when he saw Hammond's swing after their exchange. "You getting flustered over there?" he teased as he walked over with club in hand for his swing. "I'll try not to embarrass you too much in front of you parents."
"What's it look like?" Repeating the question back to him, Thompson pursed his lips and let his head tip forward as he looked down at the ground in disbelief. This kind of behavior was something he expected from the new class of pledges. They were always so eager to please that it wouldn't have surprised him if one was dumb enough to go against the rules because they thought it might win them some favor with the brother's in charge of hazing them. Jeremy had been around long enough to know better, though. At least that's what he thought.
"It looks like you're going through my dirty laundry Jeremy." He answered with another shake of his head as he moved further into the room; his room. "What you're doing is pretty obvious, it's the why that I'm not sure about. Did Jameson pull you in on another one of his bets or," he swallowed his breath, his cock thickening a bit as blood rushed to it at the thought, "--maybe you're a bit more into me than I thought. I mean, Jeremy, come on. You know the rules. Don't tell me you snuck into my room just because..."
Jeremy had at least figured he might have fifteen minutes to get in, find his boxers, and be out again. It wasn't his first time sneaking in to the other's room, stupid pranks and dares getting worse with time. Hazing newbies was one thing, somebody challenging his own capabilities was an entirely different game. He knew Thompson's routines better than most, so slipping in and out with some sweaty piece of fabric should've been no problem.
But then the other was back in no time and he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Well. Laundry basket but still. Instead of freaking, though, he instead offered a brief flicker of a smirk, and raised his shoulders in a half shrug. "Depends, what's it look like, pres?"
With a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else to cover himself with, Thompson made his way back from the communal bathroom to his room in the fraternity house to grab his phone so he could listen to music while he showered. He had just spent the last two hours working out and had just taken off his clothes-- he'd barely been out of his room for five minutes-- and someone was already in his room, rifling through his things.
"You want to tell me what you're doing?" He questioned, his tone stern, as he walked into his room and found someone knelt down by his closet; his sweaty gym clothes in their hands. "My room is off limits so you better have a good excuse."
open to tops OR bottoms. connections: a member of the fraternity being bold, a non fraternity member sneaking around, faculty, anything goes...
His studio was still on campus but it was roughly a fifteen minute walk from the fraternity house. He didn't realize how far away that really was until now; as he was standing in the doorway to his studio, staring at the delivery driver trying to drop of his Chinese take-out, as the realization hit that his wallet was back in his room at the frat house. Not here.
"Alright. Crazy question, do you take I.O.U.'s?" He smiled sheepishly as his shoulders slumped a bit. "Or maybe I can trade you something for my food? I might have just realized I don't have my wallet on me..." and he was probably the last person in the world that still refused to use tap to pay, hence why he chose to pay with cash upon delivery; hence why he was in this mess to begin with.
open to tops. connections: a food delivery driver, can be a fellow student (non fraternity member) working part-time, a stranger, whatever works.
Dare for Taylor - take a naked selfie and send it in a group chat to everyone you know
TRUTH OR DARE // accepting
"I thought dare's were supposed to be hard." He was clearly confident in his reply and that confidence carried over and continued on as he got up, made a bee-line for his bathroom, messed around for a minute or two to get himself hard (because no one wants a soft nude), and finally as he made a group chat with every contact in his phone that he cheekily called ΣΤΒ groupies.
"There, done." He proudly exclaimed as he came back into the room. Taylor was clearly smug, and clearly had no qualms showing off his body, but that look was quickly knocked from his face when not even a minute had gone by and he was receiving phone calls and angry texts from his family. He might have just traumatized his younger siblings all for a dare. “Oh… shit… everyone meant everyone…”
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NSFW SELFIE LINKED
bonus text // replies from some of the ΣΤΒ boys
NEW LORE DROP~
just kidding, kinda. I just added two new muses, that's all.
Thompson; the playmaker (acting fraternity president); 25, masters degree, finance, versatile, 9", fc: Will Poulter.
Andrew; the starving artist; 21, junior, arts, bottom, 6.25", fc: Brandon Flynn.
calling taylor the heartbreaker cuz his dick is that long it reaches the heart
TRUTH OR DARE // accepting
"Okay." Taylor answered with a hint of condescension in his tone. "So that's more of a statement, that really isn't a question, and it's definitely not a dare..." thinking about it for a moment, he ultimately shrugged his shoulders and did his best to play along. "I'm going to assume what you were asking was how I actually got that nickname? I like your reason, dude like really like your reason, but they actually call me the heartbreaker because back when I rushed ΣΤΒ I had five different guys, and two girls, show up to one of the parties-- pledges were supposed to bring a date-- and they all thought they were my significant other. It got awkward... fast."
"Our president is the one who actually gave me the nickname, he gave all of us our nicknames actually-- but, yeah, he gave me the nickname because the very next day when they called us in to clean up after the party he caught me kissing two different guys good bye, one as he was leaving my room the other a few minutes later when he came to drop off a coffee for me."
"It doesn't help that I have a lot of groupies too back from when I had a band..."
TRUTH OR DARE~
It's time to play Truth or Dare. Send my muses “truth:” followed by a question you want them to answer honestly, or “dare:” followed by an action you want them to do. They have the choice not to answer, or not to accept the dare, but if that happens the sender gets to choose a punishment.
Hammond didn't usually interact with people outside of his social circle, or outside of his fraternity, but as he sat there reading the same page of his notes for the fifth time now it was clear he was bored; and bored Hammond had the tendency to act out.
"How much do you want? I'd pay you to let me play with your giant cock if you're going to keep fussing about it." He teased halfheartedly. At this point anything would be better than studying. "Assuming you really are giant, though in my experience melodramatic men that whine about how big it is hardly pass a solid five inches." Hammond himself was 6.5".
"I wish I had money instead of this giant c.ck."
"Whoa, I never said I couldn't cum to your face Declan." Taylor corrected with a shake of his head. "You're good looking, better looking than Stephen, anyone could easily cum to your face-- but we're doing this by rush rules so I can make you a temporary member, and that requires you to take my load. It's our way of getting pledges to show loyalty and service, basically, but that means it doesn't count if I cum on you, I have to cum in you."
He was honestly surprised that Declan got down onto his knees that quickly. He thought the larger male was going to hesitate more, or try and talk him out of it, but it was nice to see how willing he seemed to play along. "A chair? Uh, yeah, sure." Grabbing a discarded, collapsible camping chair that had been left on the porch for god knows how long, Taylor pulled it over and set it up quickly before plopping down into the seat. Spreading his legs wide, he dropped his right hand back into his lap and adjusted himself as he looked over at Declan. "You might want to hurry up though. I'm pretty sure a round of classes gets out in twenty minutes so this street is about to get really busy... unless you want people to see you out here with me."
That smirk, it was far more attractive to Declan than the feigned innocence the other had put on before. Rules or not, the taller of the two men was actually more than ok with servicing Taylor now. Especially after his eyes got a look at that bulge. He followed, his hand in Taylor's hand, the gesture of it all quite warm, almost welcoming.
Declan looked around the porch and back to Taylor he nodded getting onto his knees, still he came up to the top of Taylor's stomach not quite his loins. "Would you mind sitting in a chair so I can attend to you properly?" Declan asked looking up a smirk on his own face now. He wondered what Stephen would say if he saw Declan sucking off Taylor. Taylor would surely tell the whole frat, that's how it worked right? "Do you not like my face enough to cum to it Taylor?" he asked his hands massaging the frat boy's thighs.
