The Tau Rho Way

Any, a freshman at a public university in LA, is worried about fitting into her new sorority as the only trans woman in it. That is, until she gets acquainted with the brothers of Tau Rho Alpha…

Author’s note: My first smutty story written since G-d knows how long. Believe it or not, I actually wrote this in one sitting, and I’m honestly pretty proud of it!

This story was inspired by a tumblr post a cutie pie I’m currently seeing sent to me: (

), and some other similar kink/fantasies we share together, including this new Greek Life Universe we’ve pretty much created from it 😭 (shout out to him for the idea of Romulus! <3).

Essentially, after reading that post, my thought process evolved into: There isn’t enough patriarchy/misogyny kink stuff in a trans masc + trans femme context, so I really wanted to experiment with that in writing this. I hope to make this into a series of kinky stories, so until then, enjoy this one, everyone! :)

As always, Content/Trigger Warnings: Smut, Patriarchy/Misogyny/Sexism kink in a trans context, transmasc toxic masculinity, kinky gender essentialism, light mentions of SA and transphobia, dubious consent. If any of this bothers you, please click away now.

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Lost in thought, I stood outside the Tau Rho Alpha house, which stood proudly at the edge of our campus; my eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the brickwork. The masculine laughter, chattering, and loud rap music blaring from the inside kept me hooked. I hugged my arms, feeling a chill despite the warm evening air.

I remember the first time I heard about Tau Rho. It was a beacon, or maybe even a symbol, of the hope I desperately needed after finally moving away from my shitty little Oklahoma town to this big, public university in Los Angeles. I’ve dreamed about fitting in with the popular girls ever since I was little. Hell, it was a miracle I got to join my high school’s cheerleading team right before my state banned trans students from playing sports after I graduated. I knew I couldn’t live there any further if I wanted to be myself and actually be happy as the woman I am, and always have been.

The conversation about me being trans casually came up during my rushing process for Omega Sigma Theta with my now sister Carrie, our chapter president. I kept hoping, praying to some possible miraculous entity above that I could get in without having to mention I’m trans. 

“So, Amy! Do you do any current volunteering?” Carrie asked during our table interview; a big, over exaggerated smile on her face.

“Oh, I um,” I inhaled a bit nervously. ‘Oh God, please let her be normal about trans people.’ I prayed to myself. 

“I actually just recently got a head volunteering position at the Stonewall Center for Queer Youth.”

I’m not ashamed of my identity, but growing up being constantly rejected and told you’re an abomination by every person around you, just for existing, will definitely do a number on your ability to open up to strangers.

“Oh my gosh, slay! That’s super cool!!!” She beamed with a tone that, surprisingly, felt genuine. “Are you transgender?”

“I um,”

Oh fuck, here it goes.

“Y-Yes…” I peeped as I felt every muscle in my body tighten and my heart sink like a stone.

“That’s amazing! Well, you’ll probably be VERY interested to hear that our new brother fraternity, Tau Rho Alpha, is actually the only all transgender male identifying exclusive frat on campus, and is UBER popular.” She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling. 

She then pulls up a group photo of at least 40 gorgeous, absolutely jacked young men making ‘T’, ‘P’, and ‘A’ greek symbols with their hands, posing in front of the center where I work. 

My eyes widen as they zoom in on the tall, Filipino guy in the middle. He was the only one shirtless in the photo; his top surgery scars just barely visible, with incredibly sculpted abs, and biceps to die for. Carrie pointed to the Greek God of a man.

“Their chapter president, Romulus Michaels, is a total sweetheart. He did this big, beautiful speech on campus about trans acceptance last year when Tau Rho finally got a UC Chapter, and EVERYONE was bawling, even the staff. It was all over the news.” My anxiety began to chip away as Carrie’s information filled my ears. An all transmasc fraternity? Is this shit too good to be true?

She pulled me out of my thoughts. “Since they’re one of our brother frats, we tend to do a lot of collabs with them! They, uh,” She chuckled, and covered her mouth with her hand over my ear in a whisper. “They also throw really great parties, if you get me.”

I was in.

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“Omega Sigma, huh?” A deep, husky voice cut through my reverie. I jumped, startled, and turned to see none other than Romulus Michaels standing at least 5’10 above my 4’11 frame, a welcoming smile on his handsome face. His presence was like a warm blanket, and my nerves began to melt away.

"Woah,” He chuckled, I suppose he’d noticed my jump. “Didn't mean to startle you, little sis…” He said softly, his eyes twinkling with a playful light, as they seemed to slowly roll their way down to my breasts… unless I was imagining things? I mean, the Greek letters printed on my shirt DID appear very large on my chest… “You’re one of the new girls, right?”

“Oh, uh, yeah! Hi!” I finally replied. “Yeah, I’m Amy. You’re Romulus right?” 

“The one and only.” He winked, causing me to blush, which I also hope he didn’t notice.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out in front of our place? You should be in there, partying with me and my boys!”

“Oh, well, I, um,”

Fuck, I was so nervous. I’d lost count of how many times I’d said ‘um’. 

“I was actually hoping to talk privately with you?”

He smirked. “About?”

Before I could respond, the house door slammed open and a cute redheaded drunk guy, who I recognized in the picture, slurred loudly at us. 

“Rommiiiiiiie, you comin’ back in or what?!”

“In a minute, fag!” He called back, a playful smirk on his face, the word and sudden aggression catching me off guard. “Don’t be jealous ‘cause bitches actually talk to me!”

The ginger haired dreamboat simply flipped him off before shutting the door again. “Sorry,” He chuckled, turning back to me. “You know us guys can be sometimes. Anyway, as you can see, I’m kinda busy at the moment because of our party going on. But I’d be down to take you out sometime and talk about it then.” He smiled. 

“Are… are you asking me out?”

“Are trans men men?”

All this was happening so fast. “Uh…”

“Oh, well, damn, now don’t hesitate, little lady! Jesus!” He teased, playfully pushing me; his hand just barely above my breasts, and lingering on my chest a little longer than it probably should, but I didn’t mind. I giggled in return, taking my hand in his, our fingers interlocking. I was proud of how much more confident I was becoming.

"Of course." I smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement. "Pick me up at 7 this Saturday?"

"You're so on," Romulus replied with a Cheshire Cat grin before taking out his phone and handing it to me. As I typed my number into his contacts, I could feel myself hardening. I’ve never been around such a confident, masculine man, and I was quickly becoming putty in his hand, whether he realized it or not.

 "Do you like picnics?” He interrupted my train of thought. “I know a great spot in the valley away from the city where you can see all the stars."

I nodded eagerly. "Oh my gosh, I love picnics! I haven’t been on one in years. And, ugh, stargazing sounds amazing. It's a date then!”

"It's a date," he confirmed. There was a vibe in his voice that spoke of more than just an evening together, which excited me even further.

“And hey, if you're lucky, I might just bring my famous, homemade chocolate chip cookies."

My heart skipped a beat. "You bake too?"

Romulus laughed, a sound that warmed me from the inside out. "Oh, sweetheart, I’m a man of many talents. Baking is just one of them. You'll see." He winked, kissed my hand, and made his way back into the house. He cheesily blew a kiss at me before shutting the door after I did the same. 

I had a feeling it was going to be a night to remember.

******

Romulus was absolutely lovely so far. He picked me up outside my house and opened the car door for me. I’d never gone on a date with a boy before since the ones in my hometown never saw me as girl, but Romulus was the perfect combination of chivalry, aggressive masculinity, and genuine kindness that always turned me on in a man. Carrie was right. He had a way of making everyone feel included, valued, and understood.

As we chatted on the drive to the park, I was struck by his warmth and genuine interest in my experiences as a trans person growing up in the deep South. He shared his own, growing up in a very traditional Filipino family. He told me about how everyone in his family ultimately rejected him, except his dad.

“My dad was truly the only person who ever accepted me.” He stated. “He really did make me into the man I am today, and I’m so grateful for our relationship. He’s still my biggest supporter to this day.” 

When we made it to the park, it was serene; a perfect backdrop for our first date. We sat on a blanket, the sky painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun dipped below the horizon.

“Goddamn, these cookies are incredible.” I said through a mouthful. He chuckled, wiping the crumbs off my face with a napkin. “It isn’t ladylike to talk with your mouthful.” He said playfully, but with a slightly serious tone as well. I had begun noticing that Romulus was traditional in expressing his gender identity. He’d refused to let me carry my bag, made odd, almost gender essentialist comments at times (‘men do this, women do this, etc.’). It came up subtly, but I decided to ignore it. My best trans friends back home might see that as a red flag if I tell them, but personally, I’ll take a little sexism anyday as long as I can actually be seen as a woman for once. Plus, the chivalry was very endearing.

I giggled a bit at his comment, but his face stayed serious as his eyes began to tear into me, almost threatening. “Say you’re sorry, little girl.”

I giggled again, but he still seemed to be dead serious. “Oh, um… I’m sorry…” I said awkwardly, kind of confused.

“Good.” He smiled, scratching the back of my head a bit. I began to get quiet, lost in thought as I took another bite of his cookie, when Romulus nudged me gently with his elbow.

"Babydoll, you good?," He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You've been staring at that cookie like it's about to surprise fuck you in the ass.” My eyes widened in seriousness as I glanced back up at him. 

He broke the silence. “What, do you not like dirty jokes?” 

“That’s not funny. That’s literally a rape joke.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re sensitive.”

“I’m not kidding. I will leave this date right now.” I wasn’t having it.

“Then go.” He replied, as calm as can be. His eyes continued to tear into me as he put his hand on my knee, rubbing it softly, almost daring me to crack in a match we both knew he would easily win.

I blinked and turned my head to face the darkening forest ahead of us, deciding to change the subject out of anxiety. "So, um, about what I wanted to talk to you about the other day, in front of the house, I was just... kind of thinking-“

"-About how you're the only trans girl in your sorority?" He guessed, his tone light, but not dismissive.

I nodded, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "Yeah…. It’s uh… it’s like I'm navigating a minefield blindfolded… which, I guess, is why I’m grateful Tau Rho is Omega Sigma’s brother frat…"

Romulus smiled. "Well, first off, my brothers and I would pay VERY good money to see you and your sisters navigate a minefield blindfolded. Sounds like it’d be a fun little freshman hazing experience.” He chuckled, “But seriously, Amy, you're doing more than just navigating. You're trailblazing."

I raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at my lips despite my worries. "What was that first thing?”

“A joke. You should learn to take one. It seems like no one can these days. Especially us trannies…”

The only thing keeping the park from being dead silent were the crickets.

I changed the subject again. “You think I’m trailblazing?"

"Yeah," he continued, his tone changing to sincerely warm and encouraging, like how he was in the car. "You're like a superhero,” He held up his hands to the sky in a horizontal rectangle. “Picture it, 'TransGirl,' Defender of the Queers; Sorority Chick by Day; Superhero by Any Other Time of Day… except in Oklahoma.”

I couldn't help but laugh, the tension easing from my shoulders. "Do I get a cape with that title?"

"Of course," Romulus said with a grin. "And not just any cape, a super fabulous one. Full of rainbows and shit. But remember, little girl, with great power comes great responsibility."

I shook my head, amused by his antics. "Okay, Spider-Man."

He leaned closer, his expression turning earnest. "Amy, babes, you're incredible as you are. Omega Sigma wouldn’t have let you in if you weren’t. And if any piece of shit can't see that; then they're the ones missing out. You're not alone, you've got me, and you've got a whole band of sisters and brothers behind you."

His words were the pep talk I didn't know I needed. They wrapped around me like a warm embrace, filling me with a sense of belonging I don’t think I’ve ever truly felt outside of my high school’s secret queer club.

"Thanks, Rom," I said, my heart lighter. "For everything."

He winked. "Anytime, babes.”

I had been having a small headache throughout our entire conversion, but it suddenly began to worsen, popping up like a sharp pain. I shouted, rubbing my temple.

“Woah, you okay?” Romulus asked, his gentle hand on my knee returning.

“Yeah, I just-“ The forest began to spin.

“Here, darling, just lie down.” He slowly pushed me down on my back and proceeded to reassure me. “Shhh… shhhhhh… you’re okay… Daddy's got you…”

My vision began to blur, and the last thing I saw and heard before blacking out was Romoulus stroking my face and humming ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ in my ear. 

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The smell of husky sweat and sounds of male moaning began to pull me out of my long slumber. My eyes began to take notice of a ‘Saturdays Are For the Boys’ flag hung up on the wall across from my gaze.

As my focus became clearer, I realized I was surrounded by a group of at least 40 trans men, jerking their tcocks over my face, and taking turns stroking each other as they did.

“Oh fuck, she’s awake!” One of them slapped the other gently on the arm to get his attention.

“Don’t be afraid, boys; these sluts are much more fun when they can actually feel the torture.” I recognized Romulus’ voice. He then appeared up at me. “Hey, Amy! How’s it hangin’, darlin’? Now that you’re awake, my boys and I wanted to let you know that you’re SOOOO much fun to play with. Isn’t that right, boys?!” 

The naked men around me began to excitedly cheer, bark, and shout aggressively. They then started shouting TPA’s chant in unison.

“TAU RHO ALPHA, STAND WITH PRIDE! BROS IN SPIRIT, SIDE BY SIDE!”

I was stunned. Here I was, surrounded by a perfect display of toxic masculinity, and I loved every minute of it. Romulus led the looped chant as he aggressively opened my mouth and shoved his tdick in it; I wrapped my lips around it eagerly. I could smell and taste his sweat and musk as it engulfed my face. I wouldn’t have been surprised if him and his boys had a gym session before fucking me, and I so ready to be this group of strong, masculine men’s little fuckhole. 

A tall, brown eyed hunk began to lap and suck at my exposed nipple, while a blond, possibly pre-t dude proceeded to rip off my underwear and began stroking my already hard girlcock.

I moaned in pleasure as the men cheered and encouraged their brothers. The others who weren’t having their way with me continued to jerk off over my face and body.

“All women are fucking WHORES,” Romulus panted as he fucked my face faster, which only made me suck him off harder, desperate for all his sweet male cum. “Isn’t that right, Amy?” 

The brown eyed guy smacked my tits, earning a sharp yelp from me. Romulus seemed to enjoy this and smacked my face, giving an encouraging nod to his brothers to smack every part of my body. I screamed in delight.

“Answer me, whore!”

I popped his cock out of my mouth for a split second. “Y-Yes!” I cried in response as a filthy combination of pleasure and pain destroyed me from the inside out.

“Is that why… you transitioned?” Romulus inquired as the cute ginger guy shoved his blond brother out of the way and began to sit himself down on my girlcock, riding me. “So you could fulfill your one and only true purpose as a woman; being a submissive breeding slave to Strong. Powerful. Men. Like. Us?” His cock swallowed my face with each emphasis of his words and thrusts. 

The ginger guy felt so fucking tight as he bounced up and down on me, it was hard to focus. “Y-Yes, Sir. This is my rightful place as a woman. I’m so happy to serve strong men like you. I w-want you to use me whenever y-you guys want. This is what w-women are made for!” 

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” A cute short guy with jet black hair and glasses moaned. 

“Yeah, me too!” Moaned a hot guy with a mohawk, which promoted all the men to groan and agree in unison, speeding up their motions faster including Romulus.

“Ready to fucking blow your load on her, boys?!” The room was filled with loud chants and cheers again. My cock was so overstimulated, I could feel my girlcum rising.

“I-I, I’m g-gonna c-cum too…” I managed to squeak out. The eyes of the young men around me lit up in unison as they all desperately tried to shove the ginger guy off my cock, eager to be the first to taste my cum. 

Romulus shoved my mouth back onto his cock as he managed to slip a finger into himself. “Say, ‘Thank you, patriarchy.” He commanded me, I still have no idea how he was able to stay so composed on the verge of orgasm. I guess only a real man can do that.

“T-thank you, Patriarchy!” I shouted in my highest voice as my seed blasted around the room, each man desperately and lap up every drop. 

“That’s right, boys, swallow all her cum! Fill those fuckin’ bellies! Last one who doesn’t gets to be our Loser Fag of the Week!!!” This only made them more desperate. All these mouths trying to taste me were too much, I came over and over; plenty enough for the boys to go around.

Once that was done, each man proceeded to orgasm and suck off each other, just as desperate to taste their brother as they were to taste the slutty whore before them.

Romulus finished in my mouth, and I made sure to get every drop of his cum.

As I inhaled and exhaled deeply, finally coming down from my orgasmic high, everything clicked at last:

Sorority life was definitely for me.

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