This choice: then, pick another freshman for stuffing." • Go Back... "Excuse me?" Jason said, a little dumbfounded by Jermiah's casual suggestion.
"Look Jason, it's really simple. Listen up, because I'm going to about to drop a truth bomb," Jeremiah said, casually putting his arm around Jason's shoulders and beginning to walk him along the edge of the field. "I don't really go in for all of that alpha male shit. I don't think it matters acting or looking a certain way, dominating with a handshake or 'power moves' or any of that BS..." Jason nodded as Jeremiah spoke, amazed at how he was spending so much time to talk to him. "But there is something to be said for asserting yourself and being your own man. I could just pick another freshmen, tell the guys to stuff him instead and they'd do it."
"Really?" Jason said, with a strange mix of relief and disappointment.
"Sure. But I'm not going to." As Jeremiah replied, Jason's hopes and fears were both dashed. "Because you can do it for yourself. How do you think I became the head of the frat?" Jason was slightly taken aback by the question and struggled for an answer under Jeremiah's intense gaze.
"Be... cause you come from a wealthy family who have connections and have the natural confidence of someone who is born into money and expects to lead?" Jason felt Jeremiah's arm retract from around his shoulders and he felt a rising panic in his chest.
"You have a pretty smart mouth, don't you kid?" Jason looked away under Jeremiah's gaze, feeling his cheeks begin to turn red. "Maybe you're right, maybe my parents and their money were a deciding factor, but my confidence, wherever it may come from is nothing without knowing what I want and being fearless in taking it." Jason looked back up, Jeremiah nodded his head forward and Jason fell in line alongside him as they resumed walking.
"I can tell you exactly what those guys who are stuffing you are thinking and going to do. They're going to keep fattening you up, they'll get you big and stuffed one night then drag you out to a party. They'll be the ultimate frat brothers to you there, especially if there are girls around. They'll make out that they're there to help you make new friends, all the while thinking that they look better being next to someone so fat and getting credit for taking the sad, fat freshman under their wing and trying to make his life a little bit better. It's textbook stuff."
"You really think that's what they're doing?"
"That's what I'd do, so if they have any sense that's what they're doing. Never been my thing though, stuffing freshmen like that." Jeremiah shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe they just enjoy the power dynamics of it, or maybe fattening a man up is something that gets them going. Takes all sorts."
"You... think some men are just into fattening other men up?" Jason said as casually as he could. Jeremiah scoffed.
"The things I've found around the frat house, walked in on by mistake... some of the things that our brothers have confided in me – trust me, one guy getting his thrills from fattening another up is low tier stuff. Just remember..." Jeremiah said, turning to look at Jason to emphasise his point, "I'm a leader. A true leader takes things in his stride, reassures his brothers and looks for solutions and NEVER judges them." Jason and Jeremiah took a few steps forward in silence, as Jason mulled over his thoughts.
"Of course, it can't hurt to have some dirt on people in case they ever fall out of line." Jeremiah's head slowly turned and Jason felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest, until a broad smile broke out across the frat leaders face.
"Good. You're learning. Of course if you can dig up a little dirt on the brothers who are stuffing you, then you can probably find a resolution. Or you can assert yourself, that's what I meant about finding another freshman to stuff. Get your tormentors on side, make yourself useful to them or make someone else a more tempting target." Jason wasn't entirely sure if Jeremiah was reading the situation right.
"What if... I just want them to pay for the food?"
"The same applies, just maneuver them into a situation where they have to or are willing to pay." Jeremiah was as good as his word and took Jason's question in his stride. "You could just stick with joining the football team. That's why you're here right?" Jason nodded. "The stuffings probably wouldn't stop, they might actually intensify until you get to a certain size, but you'd get some more respect in the frat. A few of our brothers are in the team, so they'd look out for you IF you prove yourself to them." Jeremiah suddenly came to a stop and Jason quickly followed suit. "I hope I've given you something to think about, Jason. Go out there and get what you want, whatever it might be. I'll keep my eye on you." With that, Jeremiah casually strolled off, effortlessly dismissing Jason and leaving him with more than a large breakfast to digest.
He had come to join the football team, but perhaps there were other things that he could do. The idea of having someone else stuffed instead, or as well, was appealing – perhaps he could even join in alongside the brothers who had pushed him to gorge himself and help them to fatten another freshman up? Or maybe he could find a way to turn the tables on them and assert himself. The idea of looming over them as they moaned and groaned with their bellies stretched out uncomfortably full and then just leaving them there, like they had done to him so many times felt like a sweet bit of payback, even if it was just a one-off. He just wasn't sure if he was ready for any of this. It was all very well to say that he just has to assert himself and fearlessly get what he wanted, but he had no idea how to do that. Then Jason had a thought – the debating society was still accepting new members. What better way to learn how to talk and handle people than with the correct use and application of an argument? Then another thought came to him. The sororities! What better people to talk to than women to learn how to handle men? As he pondered his options, Jason noticed some of the football team slowly start to disperse out onto the field and the coach trudge along the sidelines toward him.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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