Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2000 22:29:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jackson Amacher <j_amacher@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Fraternity War - 09" (M/M/M, bond, humil)

                        Fraternity War
                            Part 9
          by Jackson Amacher (j_amacher@yahoo.com)

This fictional story is for adults only. For the complete story,
along with other stories by the same author, visit:

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     XV.

     The next day, Rick had to go out wearing nothing but
those incredibly small sports briefs and his backpack. It
was kind of a cold day, and you could see him shiver as he
walked around outside. He attracted quite a crowd. He had to
go to class like that, and to lunch, and everywhere. People
giggled and whispered about him, and the smarter ones
realized who had won the frat war.

     In TED, we were kind of concerned about the future of
the fraternity, though. We had fewer members than Brig. We
were certain to lose all of our funding from the college. I
couldn't understand why Charlie had allowed Brig to stay
together. It seemed like he was letting his penis do the
thinking.

     The first two Brig brothers showed up at our frat house
at 6 PM, just as we had commanded. One of them, to no one's
surprise, was Rick. The other was Heath.

     Charlie had been preparing something in the basement
all day. I wasn't sure what he had planned, but I knew he
had been busily preparing for these guys' arrival. He told
me that this time I shouldn't force them to strip before
they went downstairs. Of course, Rick was still just in his
underwear, so there wasn't much of a change for him.

     I followed the two Brig guys downstairs. Charlie had
hung a huge tarp across one wall. At second glance, I saw
that it was a kind of photographer's backdrop. There was a
wooden stool set against that wall. About ten feet away
there was a digital video camera, set up on a tripod. It was
connected to a computer. There was a thick cable running out
the back of the computer. Greg, one of our TED brothers, was
sitting in front of the computer's monitor.

     "What, no dungeon?," Rick asked, sarcastically.

     "We can get into the heavy stuff later, if you like,"
Charlie said. "For now, get on camera. Both of you."

     Rick, wearing only the underwear we had given him, and
Heath, both walked in front of the backdrop and faced the
camera.

     "OK, we're live and online," Greg said, staring
intently at the monitor. "About two thousand logins."

     "Rick, take off Heath's shirt," Charlie said,
immediately.

     Rick and Heath looked stunned. Not so much at Charlie's
command, but at Greg's casual announcement that there were
thousands of Internet junkies staring at them through that
camera.

     Heath stood absolutely still. Rick reached over and
pulled Heath's shirt out of his trousers, and started
unbuttoning it. When he finished, he pulled it off Heath's
body. Heath wasn't wearing an undershirt, so his broad,
muscled chest was exposed to the world.

     Charlie told Rick to strip Heath down to his underwear,
and Rick complied. He sat Heath down on the stool and pulled
off his shoes, then unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them
off. Heath was wearing white Ralph Lauren briefs.
Significantly more material than what Rick was forced to
wear all day, yet somehow sexier.

     Greg looked up from the computer.

     "They want to see Rick suck Heath's cock," he said.

     I wasn't sure who "they" were, so I looked at Greg's
monitor. Sure enough, he was logged into a chat room. Live
pictures of Heath and Rick were going out over the Internet,
and the users who were logged in were able to vote on what
they wanted to see next. "Rick sucks Heath's cock" had won
with 57% of the vote; next up was "The guys wrestle in their
underwear" at 26%.

     At Charlie's command, Rick stood Heath up and pulled
his underwear down to the floor. Charlie made Rick step back
for a bit, so the viewers at home could see Heath's naked
body, full frontal. Then he had Rick kneel down in front of
Heath and go to work.

     Heath looked terrified. He had kind of a dazed look on
his face, like he was doing his best to pretend this wasn't
happening. The users in the chat room picked up on how
nervous and scared he was, and they seemed to be getting off
on it.

     Next, the chat room users made Rick stand up, strip off
his underwear, and gag himself with it. Rick was visibly
disturbed at the idea of having to put the sweaty, dirty
underwear he'd been forced to wear all day in his mouth, but
he had to do it.

     Then they made Rick get down on all fours, and had
Heath fuck Rick up the ass. Heath was still erect from his
blowjob, so he went at it. He really didn't seem into it,
though. As he thrust in and out, it was clear he didn't have
a lot of experience, especially doing it in this position.
Suddenly, he lost his balance entirely, and fell off.

     All of us in the room started laughing our heads off,
even Rick. The chat room went crazy, and insisted that Heath
be punished. They made him stand up, facing the camera, with
his hands folded behind his head, standing on one leg, while
Rick held him from behind and fucked him. You had to admire
their creativity.

     While this was going on, I walked over to Charlie.

     "This is fun, but is it going to save the frat?," I
asked him.

     Charlie looked at me like he was hurt.

     "Nate, you surprise me," he said. "Greg, how much are
we making?"

     "Two thousand five hundred -- no, three thousand two
hundred now -- times 19.95 dollars each, this night alone,"
Greg said, squinting at the screen.

     "And that's just from the Internet business. Now that
the site is running, do you know how many more people we'll
get who are willing to see real, live fraternity boys
stripped and humiliated?," Charlie asked. "Not to mention
videos," he added.

     I had to admire Charlie's business sense.

     Time was almost up for Heath and Rick, and the chat
room participants had come up with another great idea. We
threw Heath's underwear on the ground, and told the two guys
to wrestle for it. I think they sensed that there would be a
serious price for the loser to pay, so they really went at
it. It was a fucking hot sight to watch these two guys
grapple and pull at each others' bodies. Finally, though,
Rick came out on top. He managed to pin Heath completely.
Triumphant, he reached over and grabbed the underwear.

     Greg looked up from the screen. "They want you to think
up Heath's penalty, Rick," he said. "Better make it good, or
they'll think of something worse for you."

     Rick stood up. Heath stayed on the ground. Rick paced
around for a bit, and then looked at Heath sternly.

     "Grab your ankles and pull them back as far as they
will go," Rick said.

     Heath looked tired and confused, and just didn't get
it. He pulled his ankles back towards his hips, like he was
doing yoga or something.

     "No, idiot, keep your legs straight, and bring your
ankles back towards your shoulders," Rick snapped.

     Heath did this. It was a very humiliating position to
be in, exposing his asshole to the world like that. Rick had
him hold that position for a few seconds. Then Rick put two
fingers near Heath's mouth, and told Heath to lick them.
Rick used Heath's spit to lubricate Heath's exposed asshole,
and then went to work on it. The Internet viewers got a nice
sight of Rick's muscular butt moving towards and away from
them as he hammered into Heath's helpless hole over and
over.

     I heard the basement door open, and turned around. Two
more Brig guys were entering. They started down the steps,
then looked shocked when they saw Heath and Rick. They
started to turn back and run up the steps, but some TED
brothers stopped them.

     "OK, boys, well done," Charlie said to Heath and Rick.
"Heath, get dressed. Rick, take that out of your mouth and
wear it. Get home, both of you. Your replacements have
arrived."



     XVI.

     Charlie only had to spend a little bit of money on
advertising. You didn't need to spread the word around much
when you had the kind of show we had. Lots of people were
willing to pay to see real life frat boys get stripped and
humiliated on camera. Not actors pretending to be
humiliated, but the genuine, terrified look of helpless
guys. We always put them on camera fully clothed, and gave
the chat room users the chance to make the guys strip
slowly.

     Charlie made additional money on the side directly from
the pockets of the rich Brig members we had conquered. Some
of them absolutely freaked out at the idea of being naked on
the Internet, whining that it would hurt their future
political careers and that their families would find out.
Charlie had a big black leather hood, with zippers and
places for padlocks. He would rent it out to these wimps,
sometimes charging as much as $1000 an hour. They still had
to agree to do whatever was commanded, but they could always
keep their faces hidden behind the hood. A lot of guys
couldn't afford the hood, though, so they just went on
camera wearing nothing.

     When the semester ended, Brig ended up having more
members than we did. So, the liberal dipshit college
president gravely announced that TED would lose all of its
funding. Charlie, in turn, announced that TED had recently
received a significant set of donations from the public, and
would continue operating. In fact, we were making money like
crazy. It was a hell of a lot more than the school had ever
been giving us, and definitely more than Brig was making.

     At the end of the semester, I'm proud to say, we held
elections and I was voted in as the new president of TED.
Charlie, a junior, retired with a job well done.

     One thing was concerning me, though.  We only had
evidence on the Brig brothers, and we could only blackmail
them.  Once they graduated, TED's future was screwed.  But
then one afternoon my hopes went way, way up.



     XVII.

     It was my turn to handle the door, and I opened it at 6
PM to welcome in that evening's shift of fresh Brig guys.
Our site had been up for a few months now, and it looked
like the Brig brothers had put themselves into a regular
rotation of shifts, with everyone taking a turn.  Today, I
calculated, the cycle was ready to start again, and Heath
and Rick should have been at the door.

     To my surprise, there were two totally new guys at the
door: Robbie and Alex.  Both Brig pledges!

     Robbie, of course, had been our mole into Brig since
the beginning.  Now that the pager was off his dick, he
actually cut a pretty nice profile.  He had been working out
since that night we stripped him naked and photographed him
in our basement.  I didn't recognize Alex at first, but then
I remembered that he was one of the first Brig pledges I
grabbed that evening in the woods when we had them all
stripped and blindfolded.

     "Hey guys, what's up?," I asked.

     "We're here for the 6 PM shift," Robbie said.  "Brig
sent us."

     I guess I knew that was going to be their answer, but I
couldn't believe it.  I could understand the Brig brothers
agreeing to submit to night after night of humiliation
broadcast live over the Internet, because we had serious
blackmail on them.  But all we had on Robbie, Alex, and the
other Brig pledges was some badly-photographed porno shots.
It's not like we could use that to blackmail them into
stripping in front of our cameras again.

     I took them downstairs.  They hadn't been there since
that night when they were both blindfolded and chained
together.  The sight couldn't have been familiar to them,
but I guess the smell was.

     Right away, I made them strip to their underwear.  That
was the usual drill; we'd start guys out on camera wearing
just briefs, and let the Internet audience vote to strip
them down.  Only after Robbie and Alex got done stripping
down, I saw that they both were wearing huge boxer shorts.

     Greg, who was in charge of directing that night, shook
his head.

     "I hate breaking in new kids.  Guys," he said,
addressing Robbie and Alex, "for future reference, don't
ever show up here wearing underwear that big again.  Now,
strip it off."

     Looking frightened, Robbie and Alex pulled off their
boxer shorts, revealing the cute little dicks and asses that
I remembered so fondly from that night.  Alex still had the
same large, almost circular pecs, well-defined ridge of abs,
and nice biceps.  Robbie

     "Let's get you some costumes," Greg mumbled, rummaging
through a box.  He tossed something at Robbie and something
at Alex.  "Put those on, fast."

     Alex got a pair of white briefs.  He had some trouble
pulling them up, because they were way too small for him.
When he finally got them on, you could see his package just
dying to get out, even though he wasn't even erect yet.  The
elastic waistband was fully stretched, and blended in nicely
with his trim stomach.

     Robbie didn't seem to realize what Greg had just thrown
him at first.  It didn't have leg holes.  It was just a
single flap of leather with a long strand on one side and a
short strand on the other side.

     "That's a loincloth, Robbie," Greg said, laughing at
Robbie's puzzled look.  "We call it the 'Tarzan.'  Pick a
side you want to hide, front or back, and then tie it on."

     Robbie positioned the loincloth over his groin, and
then used one hand to hold it in place while he wrapped the
other end around his body and tied the loincloth in place.
Then he realized that the loincloth wasn't hanging low
enough on his body, and that you could kind of see the tip
of his penis and his ball sack hanging down, so he untied
the loincloth and positioned it further down.  You could
still see his buttcheeks plain as day, but at least some of
his modesty was covered.

     Robbie and Alex looked totally hot, almost entirely
naked and at our mercy.  We gave them both a good look-over,
and then pushed them onto camera.

     To get them started, we made them rub their hands
across each other's chests and feel each other's pectorals
and nipples.  Alex almost seemed more into this than Robbie,
because without cue he bent down and licked Robbie's right
nipple.  Robbie looked surprised, and just kept on half-
heartedly running his hands across Alex's chest.  Robbie was
at kind of a disadvantage, I guess, because his loincloth
and his modesty didn't allow him to turn his body very much
at all.

     The Internet audience picked up on the cue, and told
Robbie to turn around and show off his ass.  Then they had
Alex kneel down behind Robbie and lick his butt crack.
Robbie stood rigid, completely straight, because the camera
was to his side and he didn't want to risk leaning over.
But we put an end to that, and made him bend over at the
waist.  This gave Alex a clearer shot at Robbie's sphincter.
It also made the leather flap flop down further than
Robbie's dick and balls, bringing their tantalizing profile
into view.

     The audience seemed to be getting off on seeing Alex on
the ground like that, so they made him crawl around for a
bit while Robbie stayed put, bent over in that uncomfortable
position.  Then a new command came in: Alex was to crawl
over to Robbie and remove Robbie's loincloth without using
any hands.

     Alex obediently crawled like a dog over to Robbie, and
leaned up to try to grab the knot in the loincloth.  Robbie
had tied the knot so that it was on his side, but still kind
of close to his dick and balls.  Alex pressed his face into
the area and grabbed the knot between his teeth.

     Alex started pulling and tugging at the knot, but it
wouldn't give.  He nearly knocked Robbie off his balance
once or twice.  The audience got bored, and ordered Robbie
to start spanking Alex.  Robbie reached over as far as he
could and started swatting Alex's butt through his tight
white briefs.  This seemed to piss off Alex, who started
biting the leather.

     All this action made the the flap of leather move back
and forth across Robbie's dick, and before long it started
to get erect.

     Finally, the knot gave way.  Robbie's meager loincloth
fell off, leaving Robbie buck naked.  Alex turned towards
the camera, victoriously shaking Robbie's loincloth in his
mouth.

     At the audience's command, Robbie reclaimed his
loincloth, stood Alex up, and used the loincloth strap to
tie Alex's hands together behind his back.  Greg pushed a
bowl of crushed ice onto the stage.  Robbie grabbed a
handful of ice, pulled forward the band on Alex's underwear,
dropped the ice inside, and let the band snap back.

     Alex reacted immediately.   His entire body writhed
with pain, as he bent forward and back trying to force the
cold, painful ice out of his tight, tiny underwear.  His
hands strained against the leather strap that was tying them
together, desperately trying to use them to pull off his own
underwear and relieve himself of the pain.

     We stopped him before he could do that, and made him
kneel in front of Robbie.  Robbie's dick was still entirely
erect from the stimulation that the flap of leather had
given it.  The audience commanded Alex to suck off Robbie.

     Alex was still cringing from the pain of the ice
against his dick and balls, but he opened up and took
Robbie's dick into his mouth.  You could see the mixture of
pleasure and pain on Alex's face as he went to work on
Robbie.

     The blowjob lasted for a good ten minutes.  Robbie was
stiff at first, but eventually had to give in and enjoy it.
In the end, he pulled out and shot Alex in the chest.

     With that performance, the audience decided to give
Alex a break.  They voted to have him sit down on the stool
that was on the stage, and had Robbie pull Alex's underwear
off.  What was left of the crushed ice fell to the floor,
and Alex's wet, shrunken dick and balls were in full view of
the camera and the folks at home.

     Robbie was still hard, so we had Alex stand up and take
a few steps towards the camera.  We had his excellent,
built, naked body perfectly captured in the camera frame.
With his hands still pulled behind his back and tied there,
his pecs looked even nicer.

     Robbie got behind him and started fucking him up the
ass.  The camera stayed straight on Alex full frontal, so we
got a view of Alex's magnificent body react to the intense
physical sensation of Robbie going to town on him.  The look
on his face was hot enough.  Robbie was barely in the shot;
you could see his head pop up over Alex's shoulder from time
to time, but Alex was taller so mostly you just saw him.

     Time was almost up, so we had the guys do one last
thing.  Alex's cock was entirely hard by now, and sticking
straight out from his body, so we decided to put it to use.
We made Robbie bend forward and rest his weight on the
stool.  His stomach was square in the middle of the stool,
leaving his butt entirely accessible.  We tossed some cable
ties onto the stage and told Alex to bind Robbie's wrists
and ankles to the four legs of the stool.  This left Robbie
completely unable to move or get away, and left his ass
ready for Alex's massive cock.  Alex plunged his dick into
Robbie's ass, making Robbie yelp at the suddenness of it.
With his hands still behind his back, Alex had to lean into
Robbie even more to keep both their balance.  We watched
this scene, turned on as much by the action as by Robbie's
humiliation.

     Finally, time was up.  Alex pulled out, and we started
broadcasting reruns on the Internet site while the crew
prepared for the next two Brig guys.  We let Alex get
dressed and told him we'd look forward to seeing him again.
But Robbie, I left in place.

     "Hey Robbie," I said, walking over to the stool.  "You
were really popular with the viewers.  We should keep you on
a while longer.  Are you comfortable?," I asked, giving his
exposed butt a quick spank.

     "No," Robbie said.

     "Robbie, then I think you and I need to work out a
deal, kind of like you worked out with Charlie," I said.

     Robbie listened to the proposal I had to make.  When I
was done talking, he said he agreed, that it was a deal.

     "Great, Robbie, I'm glad to hear it," I said.  "Since
your ass is ours, now, though, we're going to want to make
sure everyone knows it.  Greg?," I called out, pointing to
Robbie's still protruding butt.

     Greg came over with a small toolbox.  Apparently his
brother worked in a tattoo parlor, and so Greg learned how
to do it.  With Robbie helpless like that, Greg went to work
tattooing "PROPERTY OF TED" on Robbie's right butt cheek.
He put "TED" in big bright red letters, the kind that don't
fade for decades.

     When he was done, we cut the cable ties and let Robbie
stand up.

     "I'll have a talk with whoever is running Brig these
days, and tell him that you're running the show now," I told
Robbie.  "If they give you any shit, you call me.  I don't
care if you're a frosh; you run that place now.  And you're
going to send us more Brig frosh.  Got it?"

     "Got it," Robbie said.



     XVIII.

     Things went on like that.  You can probably imagine
what it was like.  Our Internet site was getting more and
more popular. I think a lot of our users didn't believe that
we were for real. They were sure that we were using models.
Some of our guys just looked too good. Plus, it was
difficult to believe that real frat boys could be forced to
do what our frat boys did. It was too humiliating, and our
guys obeyed too many orders. Nonetheless, we always had a
ton of users. At any time, one of the naked Brig members was
being seen by at least 2,000 people.

     With Robbie, our puppet, in charge of Brig, we could be
certain that this setup was going to continue for a long
time.  Dutifully, he made all of the Brig pledges from that
year visit our basement, at least once each.  In return, we
promised Robbie that he'd never have to appear on our camera
again.

     The beauty of it was that the next year, Brig did
really well in recruitment.  Their rush brought in the same
batch of elitist jocks they usually get.  It was only after
each of them had sworn to join the fraternity that they
learned that Brig was essentially an entire fraternity of
sex slaves at TED's command.  Their first visits to our
basement studio were required as part of what they thought
was an initiation.  After it was done, they learned that
they would have to keep doing that for four years, or else.

     But other than our Internet site, we left Brig alone.
We'd see them in class or around campus and just wave hi. At
night, of course, we'd see the same people in their
underwear, or naked, but we didn't think about that. From
now on, their fraternity existed to serve us. We used their
naked bodies to keep ourselves in business. There's nothing
the college president could do about it. We had won the
war.

THE END