Date: Thu, 4 May 2000 20:18:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jackson Amacher <j_amacher@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Fraternity War - 02" (M/M/M, bond, humil)

                        Fraternity War
                            Part 2
          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:

http://www.geocities.com/j_amacher/



     V.

     After the night of the Robbie incident, things calmed
down for a day or two. We would page Robbie once in a while
just for kicks. Charlie loaned his cell phone to one of the
brothers who had a class with Robbie, and he paged Robbie
over and over just to watch him jump and squirm.

     But one night, Charlie decided it was time to pay the
Brigs back for trying to mess with us. He paged Robbie. Four
minutes later, Robbie called us.

     "Meet us in Kameny Woods in five minutes," Charlie
said, and hung up.

     When we met Robbie, he had a concerned look on his
face, and didn't say anything.

     "Hey Robbie, I thought you'd get a kick out of seeing
this picture," Charlie said, and handed Robbie an inkjet
prinout. The picture showed Robbie, striped bareass naked
with his hands chained above his head, getting fucked from
behind. You couldn't tell who was fucking him. There was
lettering over the picture giving Robbie's full name, phone
number, and Social Security number.

     "I've got that file on my computer," Charlie said.
"It's all ready to get posted on the Internet. How would you
like that, Robbie? You'll be able to tell your parents back
home that going to a nice frat like Brig turned you into a
porn star."

     Robbie mumbled something about not wanting to see that
happen.

     "I'll keep this private for now, Robbie," Charlie said,
"in exchange for your telling the Brig pledges to report for
an initiation at midnight here in Kameny Woods. Tell them to
wear these," Charlie said, handing Robbie a bag full of
blindfolds.

     Robbie looked at the bag of blindfolds, then at the
picture in Charlie's hands, and then just nodded.



     That night, a few minutes after midnight, about seven
of us snuck over to Kameny Woods. We saw all of the Brig
pledges standing there wearing blindfolds, completely
oblivious to our presence.

     Most of the Brig pledges were pretty good looking guys,
though a little bit preppie. Brig recruited lots of private
school kids, and also quite a few jocks. They were wearing
lots of typical frat boy clothing. It looked like an
Abercrombie & Fitch layout. Robbie was there too, wearing
his blindfold.

     Charlie gave us the signal, and we went to work.

     I went up to a Brig pledge and whispered in his ear,
"What is your name, pledge?"

     "Alex," he answered.

     "Pledge Alex, do you accept the responsibilities of
openness and brotherhood that come with membership in our
fraternity?," I asked, still whispering.

     "Yes, brother," Alex answered.

     "Pledge, please remove your shirt and undershirt and
place your hands behind your back," I said.

     Without a pause, Alex undid the buttons on his oversize
flannel shirt, pulled the tails out of his pants, and
dropped it to the ground. Then he grabbed his T-shirt by the
waist and pulled it up over his head, dropping it also.

     Alex had a very nice body, with two large, almost
circular pecs, a well-defined ridge of abs, and very nice
biceps. He stood there innocently, with his hands crossed
behind his back.

     I handcuffed his hands behind there, and then went on
to the next pledge. The other TED brothers were doing the
same thing, earnestly asking the Brig pledges to strip to
the waist and politely allow themselves to be handcuffed. I
couldn't believe they were falling for it. We had really
convinced them that they were following their own
fraternity's orders, instead of ours.

     When we had every Brig pledge bare-chested and
shirtless, we went around to each one and pulled their pants
down to their ankles. None of them even expressed surprise.
We told them to step out of their pants, along with their
shoes and socks.

     Charlie paused for a moment to shoot some video showing
all of the Brig pledges, stripped to their underwear and
completely helpless at our mercy, still unaware of what was
about to happen.

     I went back to Alex for a third time.

     "Pledge Alex, do you wish to receive the word of honor
from the Beta Rho Gamma fraternity?," I asked, using Brig's
real name.

     "Yes, brother," Alex answered, his voice still
confident.

     "Open your mouth," I instructed.

     I took a ball gag and stuffed it into Alex's mouth, and
with one swift movement fastened it behind his head. Then
with one swift movement, I yanked down his briefs, and made
him step out of them.

     We stripped all of the helpless Brig pledges naked, but
we let Robbie keep his briefs on. We didn't want anyone to
see the pager we had glued to his dick.

     Finally, Charlie came around with a huge chain, and
started chaining all the Brig pledges together in a big,
single line by their necks. He used one padlock for each
neck, and left about three feet of slack between each
pledge.

     As Charlie began to chain the pledges together, some of
them began to show their first signs of struggle, perhaps
realizing that the people who had just blindfolded, gagged,
and stripped them might not be their own fraternity brothers
after all.

     "Beta Rho Gamma pledges," Charlie said to all of them.
"Follow us now down the path to your brotherhood."

     Charlie grabbed the end of the chain and began to lead
the long column of bareass naked, helpless, blindfolded Brig
pledges out of the woods. By now it was almost 2 AM, and the
streets were pretty much empty. We walked the few blocks
between Kameny woods to our house, without anyone seeing us.
We brought all the Brig pledges downstairs to our basement.

     Most of the rest of the TED fraternity was already down
there, waiting for the Brig kids.

     We lined them up, hip to hip. There were so many of
them that we had to have the line wrap around the side of
the basement a bit. We turned sunlamps on them so that
they'd begin to sweat a little more.

     "OK, guys, grab one and do whatever you want," Charlie
said, no longer even trying to impersonate a Brig frat boy.
"They shouldn't put up much of a fight."