Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2000 21:15:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jackson Amacher <j_amacher@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Fraternity War - 06" (M/M/M, bond, humil)

                        Fraternity War
                            Part 6
          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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     X.

     We led our captive Brig members out of the gym and onto
the main campus. There were quite a few people around, and
they laughed and pointed at the half-naked Brig brothers at
our command. Most people could tell this was part of the
frat war, and the others must have figured something like
that was going on. The Brig guys kept their heads down and
tried to walk as fast as they could without having their
towels fall off. They could have made a run for it, but I
guess they realized they couldn't get away fast enough.

     I don't know what Charlie had planned, but we led the
Brig slaves back to our frat house. I had forgotten that we
were throwing a campus party tonight. We had a DJ and a
couple kegs ready to go. Our frosh pledges were busy at
work, setting up the house for the crowds that were going to
arrive in a few hours. They had the kegs set up near the
back of our back yard, sitting on ice.

     "What the hell is this?," Charlie said. "We can't ask
our guests to serve themselves. Not when the help is here to
do it for them," he said, motioning at the Brig guys in
their towels.

     "Oh yeah, I forgot," Charlie said. "I want those towels
back."

     On cue, our pledges reached over and snapped the towels
off the Brig brothers. They winced at being exposed to so
many people.

     "Jesus. . . you mean, you want us to serve your guests
naked?," Heath asked. He was so sweet. Charlie just pinched
his cheeks and smiled.

     Charlie unlocked their cuffs and explained what was
required of them. He gave them all trays to carry the
drinks, and showed them how to load it up and walk through
the crowd serving people.

     "I don't want to see any stragglers or anyone trying to
run away," Charlie said. "Remember, you made a bet, and you
lost. Now, you're our slaves for a day."



     The first people to arrive showed up around ten
o'clock. They screamed and laughed when they saw our Brig
slaves walk forced to serve them drinks. The DJ cranked up
the music, and the crowd started to grow. As the crowd got
heavier, things just got tougher for our Brig boys. They
really had to hustle to get drinks out to everyone. As they
moved through the crowds carrying their trays, people would
reach out and spank their bare behinds, or even tease their
dicks and nipples just to see if they could get them
excited.

     I was thrilled with the whole scene. It was a serious
turn-on to have these naked men at our beck and call. We
would call them over and give them drink orders ("a beer,
another beer, and, oh, a beer") and then engage them in deep
conversations while they stood there, helpless and naked,
forced to show everyone their bodies. I got a good look at
Heath. He seemed to be the most humiliated of all, and also
maybe the most popular. As the evening wore on, he started
to have a pale, blank look on his face, like it was so
humiliating for him that he had to pretend this wasn't
happening.

     Around one o'clock things were getting rowdy. A few of
the guys were making the Brig captain crawl on all fours
around the yard while they swatted his behind.

     Things were getting kind of chaotic, and no one was
getting enough beer. So, Charlie made the Brig slaves each
pick up and empty keg and carry it over towards the dance
floor we had set up. Then he made them stand on top of the
keg, and stay there with their hands on top of their heads.
Now, the entire crowd could see all of them, in all their
buffed-out glory. Charlie gave them each a small bottle of
baby oil and told them to rub it all over their bodies. This
made their already sweaty skin glisten even more.

     By this point, quite a few Brig members had showed up
at our party. They didn't really make any effort to help
their naked comrades. They must have realized there was
nothing they could do. Most of the Brig guys who showed up
were pledges or sophomores. They just stared at the
incredible scene we had going.

     Finally, around two o'clock, the beer ran out. People
started to leave. But then Charlie started the second phase
of the evening: the auction.

     Charlie grabbed one of the naked Brig guys and made him
step down from the keg. He led him up to the dance floor,
and made him stand on a keg up there, in front of everybody.
The music died down and Charlie picked up a microphone.

     "Can I have the first bid on this guy?," Charlie asked.

     The crowd hooted, and the guy on the keg looked
mortified.

     People started shouting out bids, starting at fifty
dollars and going up to around 180. Then the bidding
stalled.

     "What will he do?," someone from the audience shouted.

     "Whatever we tell him to do," Charlie said. "And, we're
telling him to do whatever you want."

     Everyone laughed, but no one bid any more.

     "Oh come on, people! Here's a grade A frat boy jock,
ready to do whatever he's told! Show them what they're
getting, slave," Charlie said.

     The Brig guy didn't know what to do. Charlie spanked
him, and he started turning around, showing the audience his
rear. Charlie said something to the guy we couldn't hear,
and then the Brig guy started flexing and showing off his
muscles. He had a nice compact build, but not much muscle to
speak of. His dick was kind of short. I could see why he
wasn't going for much.

     The bidding went up to three hundred dollars.

     "Going once, twice. . . sold! To the gentleman in the
back," Charlie announced.

     The buyer was an older guy in the back of the crowd. I
didn't recognize him, and I wasn't sure if he was even a
student. The guy walked up, pulled the naked Brig guy off
the keg, and led him away towards the parked cars on the
street. He opened a car door for the slave, pushed him in,
got in the driver's side, and drove off.

     Charlie auctioned off two more of the guys. They went
for 250 and 400. The buyers all paid up and led the guys
away. The first buyer was a frosh, and he led his Brig slave
down the street towards the freshman dorms. The second buyer
was another old guy I didn't recognize. He took the Brig off
the keg, walked him towards the back of the yard, and just
started feeling him up right there in front of everyone.
Then he made the guy jack off until he was hard, and led him
to a car and drove him off.

     The Brig captain was next. The auction took off. This
guy was pretty well built, and his naked oiled body looked
pretty hot up there. Plus, I guess the guy was pretty well
known on campus, and a lot of people relished the idea of
having him at their beck and call for an evening.

     At one point during the auction, the Brig captain
defiantly moved his hands in front of his dick, as if to
prove to us that he was still his own man. No problem there;
we just grabbed his hands and tied them behind his back,
leaving him totally helpless.

     This excited the crowd even more, and the bidding wenr
up to 400. Then a new bidder broke in. I turned around and
saw it was Alex, the Brig frosh I had stripped naked in
Kameny Woods.

     Some of my TED brothers leaned over to Charlie.

     "Hey Charlie, what's with a Brig frosh bidding on one
of these guys? We don't want to let the Brig slaves off that
easy."

     "Shut up," Charlie said. "We need the cash. Highest bid
wins."

     Someone bid above Alex, but Alex counterbid, and
finally won the auction with a price of 450. The audience
was quiet and even disappointed, realizing that Brig had
sent someone out to save their own by purchasing back his
freedom.

     Alex walked up to the dance floor and paid the price.
He helped the Brig captain down from the keg. Then, to our
surprise, he ran his finger over the guy's chest, moved his
hand up to the top of his head, and pushed him down to his
knees..

     That was when we realized what had just happened. The
crowd cheered, thrilled at the idea of a Brig frosh
purchasing a senior Brig brother as a sex slave for the
evening.

     Right there, in front of everyone, Alex unzipped his
fly and took out his hard cock. He ordered the Brig team
captain to take the cock into his mouth. Alex fucked the
senior's mouth for a few minutes, then made him lie down on
the ground, face down. He got on top of him and started
fucking the Brig captain up the ass, in front of this huge
crowd of people. Right when he got to his climax, he pulled
out and shot his cum all over the Brig guy's back.

     Alex made him stand up and started walking him over
towards the street. He waved at us as he left, and gave his
naked frat brother a spank.

     There was only one Brig guy left: Heath. I was
seriously considering bidding on him myself, but Charlie
didn't put him up for auction.

     "We'll keep this one for our own uses," Charlie said.
The crowd sounded disappointed, but they got back to
business.

     Charlie pulled Heath off the keg and brought him into
our house. He motioned for me to follow. Once we were
inside, I could appreciate Heath's nice body much better in
the light.

     "Nate, you know I'm sorry about what they did to you in
Kamensky's class, and I know this won't make up for it, but
this one's yours for the rest of the evening," Charlie said,
grabbing Heath by the shoulders and pointing him at me.

     "We'll leave you alone. Enjoy," Charlie said, and
walked back out into the yard.