Date: Wed, 10 May 2000 08:28:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jackson Amacher <j_amacher@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Fraternity War - 03" (M/M/M, bond, humil)

                        Fraternity War
                            Part 3
          by Jackson Amacher (j_amacher@yahoo.com)

This fictional story is for adults only. It will be posted
in installments. For the complete story, along with other
stories by the same author, visit:

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     VI.

     After Charlie gave the go-ahead, we immediately went to
work on the long chain of bareass naked helpless Brig guys
in front of us.

     I selected Alex, the guy I had first stripped. I put my
cold hand on his shoulder and started to run it across his
body. He shifted around a bit and squirmed uncomfortably. I
brought my hands down to his dick and started to tickle it a
bit, gently rubbing underneath. To my delight, he got an
erection very quickly, and his seven inch erect cock stuck
straight out from his body.

     I went behind him, unzipped my cock from my pants, put
on a condom, and started fucking him up the ass. He yelped
into the gag and kind of tried to use his handcuffed hands
behind his back to push me away, but he didn't push hard at
all so I kept going. I tried to plunge deeper with each
stroke. I was enjoying it and just about to shoot my load
when one of my fraternity brothers tapped me on the
shoulder.

     "Want to trade?," he asked. I nodded.

     I pulled out of Alex and stuck my cock immediately into
the butt that was right next to him. This ass was smaller
and tighter, and the Brig pledge I was fucking seemed to
know what to do. He tensed his sphincter around my penis as
it plunged deeper into him, almost caressing me with his
ass. Before long, I came into the condom.

     "Jesus, this guy's great, you've gotta try him," I said
to no one in particular. But guys heard me, and as soon as I
pulled out another guy was ready to give the guy a shot.

     I took a minute to look around the basement. We had a
long string of naked Brig pledges, chained to each other at
the neck, being used as sexual receptacles by a bunch of
horny TED frat boys. Through the gags you could hear some
whimpering, but no crying or outright protests. These guys
were taking it like men. Some of them were probably stupid
enough to still think it was their own fraternity that was
doing this to them.

     Through all of this, of course, Charlie was taking
pictures. He got lots of frontal shots, and also shots of
the guys getting fucked up the ass.

     Finally, around 4 AM, we were all close to exhausted.
The Brig pledges, who had been standing up all that time,
looked like they were ready to collapse.

     "Let's take them back," Charlie announced.

     We lead the long chain of pledges, still blindfolded,
upstairs and out the door. It was so late at night that
there was absolutely no one on the street. We led the naked
pledges back towards the woods. Even after having had hours
to go at these guys as much as we wanted, I have to admit it
was still a real turn-on to see them naked, obedient, and
being humiliated by being forced to walk naked in public.

     When we got back to the clearing in the woods where we
had picked them up, Charlie laid a duffel bag he had been
carrying on the ground and motioned us towards it. The bag
contained a ton of leg restraints: big leather handcuff-type
things that are made to go over the ankles, so that the
victim can just barely take a step. We each picked up a leg
restraint and buckled one onto each of the pledges. When
this job was done, we undid the chain holding all their
necks together. This left them naked, gagged, blindfolded,
and bound hand and foot.

     "Men of Beta Rho Gamma," Charlie intoned in his mock-
Brig voice, "return to your homes. The police will be here
in fifteen minutes."

     The brig pledges immediately started trying to walk
around, only to realize that they couldn't take steps bigger
than two or three inches. Some of them started trying to
hop, which made them look absolutely ridiculous because
their cocks would flap up towards their bellies and then
back again.

     Charlie and the rest of us took off quickly, before we
got caught at the scene of our prank. On the way back home,
Charlie stopped at a pay phone and made an anonymous call to
the police reporting an orgy in Kameny Woods.

     When we got back home, I caught a few hours of sleep
but then woke up to get to my 8:30 AM engineering class. I
got dressed, grabbed a bite to eat, and headed out the door.

     I was thrilled to see two naked Brig pledges across the
street on the sidewalk, trying to walk as fast as they
could. Somehow they had gotten their blindfolds off, but
they were still gagged and handcuffed, and their ankles were
still bound together. They had these frantic looks in their
eyes. You could tell they wished they were walking a lot
faster than they were. They looked over and saw me staring
at them, smiling, and just started to speed up.

     By now, people were starting to wake up and get on
their way to classes. I walked towards the center of campus,
where the classroom buildings are. It's not far from the
freshman dorms, where most of the Brig pledges live. The
crowd outside the classroom buildings was bigger than usual
today, and I saw why. They were enjoying the sight of dozens
of buff, bound men helplessly trying to move their naked
bodies away from prying eyes as fast as they could. When
they tried to cross the street, it was especially funny,
because with their ankles bound together they walked so slow
that they held up traffic and had to endure honks and
catcalls from all the drivers.

     What got me was that no one, but no one, was stopping
to help the guys out. It would have been easy for someone to
ungag one of the guys, or help one out of his ankle
restraints, but no one was lifting a finger to take these
guys out of their humiliation. Instead, people would reach
out and spank one of them, or even trip them and watch them
squirm on the grass and try to stand up again.

     I saw a bigger crowd near the freshman dorms, so I
walked over there. There was a bunch of the Brig pledges
there. They didn't have their keys, so they had to wait
outside in front of the door for someone to let them in. But
no one would. Instead, people would just run their fingers
across the guys' bodies and tease them, or promise to let
them in if they'd do humiliating things like sing or pose
for photographs.

     Finally, a police car pulled up. We could see in the
back seat that there was already three Brig pledges crammed
in back there. This got the crowd to disperse, and someone
finally let the Brig guys into their dorm. I have no idea
what happened to them once they got in there.

     As far as we knew, there was nothing to link the prank
to us. We were sure that Brig would know who did it, but
there was no way they could prove anything. Still, we knew
something was going to happen to us.