Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2000 21:21:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jackson Amacher <j_amacher@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Fraternity War - 07" (M/M/M, bond, humil)

                        Fraternity War
                            Part 7
          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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     XI.

     I was alone with Heath. He was naked, with baby oil and
sweat smeared over his skin, and still smelled like beer.

     "Upstairs," I ordered.

     Heath turned around and walked in front of me, showing
off his muscular back and tight butt. We walked upstairs,
and I led him directly to the shower room. I turned on the
water, and watched him wash up. He worked fast. I gave him a
big white towel to dry off with, and even let him wrap it
around his trim waist when he was done. Then, I led him to
my bedroom.

     "Take off your towel," I said, and he did. I reached
under my bed and pulled out a set of handcuffs and handed
them to him.

     "Put those on, hands in front of your body," I said.
Heath looked at me like I was joking, but I didn't flinch.
He locked one cuff around his right wrist, and then locked
the other cuff around his left. He lowered his hands to
cover his dick.

     I reached over and turned out the lights. Heath looked
even hotter in just the moonlight. I had been fantasizing
about this moment for a while.

     I started stroking Heath's dick, and was pleased to see
that it became erect after only five strokes. I kept working
on his dick with one hand, while I reached over and tickled
his nipples with another. Heath started to moan, and even
began to move his pelvis back and forth like he was trying
to fuck my hand.

     "Let's do it," Heath said. "Let's do it."

     I could tell he was really into it, so I stopped right
there. Heath looked disappointed, but I was going to make
him work for it. I had him kneel down. Then I turned my back
towards him and dropped my pants and underwear, presenting
my crack to his face.

     "Go to work with your tongue," I told him.

     Heath freaked out and said he wasn't going to do it,
but I reminded him that he was my naked, handcuffed slave
and that he had no choice. So he stuck his tongue out, and
started to run it over my asshole. It felt good, and I
ordered him to jam it in there. Being able to use him like
this was a huge turn-on, and it was great to combine that
thrill with the warm, pleasant feel of Heath's tongue up my
ass.

     I stood him up, walked him over to my bed, and made him
lie down face down. By now my dick was rock hard. I took off
the rest of my clothes, put on a condom, and started fucking
Heath up the ass. He didn't protest or fight me at all. In
fact, he gave distinct signs that he was enjoying it. I was
enjoying it, too. I'd been fantasizing about having Heath's
tight body at my disposal for a while, and the thrill
excited me.

     When I was done, he turned over, leaned up, and kissed
me. I reached over and stroked his face, then kissed him.

     We fell asleep. When I woke up, his head and right
shoulder were against my chest. I got another good look of
his naked, handcuffed body in the morning sunlight.

     I unlocked his handcuffs. I thought about making him
walk home naked, but something about him made me want to go
easy on him. So I gave him a pair of shorts to wear home. He
smiled, thanked me, and ran downstairs and back towards the
Brig house.



     XII.

     We felt pretty good about paying Brig back the way we
did. True, we only humiliated a few of them, but in a way
the entire fraternity was hurt when we allowed a Brig frosh
to publicly humiliate a Brig senior.

     But then, at the end of the week, the newspaper had a
front page story with the headline, "Brig hazing scandal
investigated." Hazing was illegal in our state. No one ever
paid much attention to the law, but it looked like that
asshole college president of ours was going to use whatever
chance he could get to screw Brig over big time.

     Charlie read the article, whipped out his cell phone
and dialed Robbie's pager. Robbie called back, and Charlie
set up a meeting in Kameny Woods.



     Charlie, me, and two other TED guys met Robbie in the
woods.

     Charlie held up the newspaper. "What do you know about
this, Robbie?," he asked.

     "Nothing," Robbie said. "That story is a load of crap."

     Charlie didn't say anything and just looked at Robbie
for a while, as if he was able to see through the kid.

     "Drop your pants," Charlie said.

     "What? Here?," Robbie asked. We were in kind of a
secluded area of the woods, so there wasn't much reason to
worry.

     "Do it in the next three seconds," Charlie said.

     Robbie dropped his pants down to his shoes.

     "Briefs, too," Charlie ordered.

     Robbie hestitated, and then dropped his underwear. All
of us gasped at what we saw. The pager wasn't on Robbie's
dick anymore. Then we noticed something else: his ass was
bright red. It had been spanked or, more likely, whipped,
very recently.

     We didn't even have to ask. "I took the pager off
myself with nail polish remover," Robbie said. "I had to.
They were going to discover it."

     "That's a fucking lame excuse. You could have been
modest in the showers and kept it hidden," Charlie said.

     "In the showers?," Robbie shook his head. "You don't
get it," he mumbled.

     Charlie thought for a second. "Robbie, take off your
shirt," he said.

     Robbie did as he was told. As soon as he took off his
shirt, we saw long, thin, red marks on his back that didn't
need any explanation.

     "No hazing, huh Robbie?," Charlie said.

     "C'mon, it's not that bad," Robbie said.

     "Jesus, kid," Charlie said, genuinely sympathetic. "We
should make you walk home naked like this so that this dirty
secret will be public. Why do you take this shit?"

     Robbie didn't answer, and just tried to cover himself
up with his hands.

     "Get dressed, kid," Charlie said, throwing Robbie his
clothes. "You're going to help TED and yourself. You and I
are going to have a private talk. Nate, get him the
minicam."

     The "minicam" was one of Charlie's best gadgets. This
isn't the handheld video camera your dad took on the family
vacation to the Grand Canyon. The lens is barely the size of
a pinhead. It's connected by a fiber optic cable to a thin,
CD-box-sized case that holds a battery and an 8mm video
tape. TV networks use these things for hidden camera
investigations. I think Charlie used it once in the
college's locker room, too, but I'm not sure.

     I got the minicam and gave it to Robbie. Then Charlie
started asking Robbie some questions, and giving him clear
directions.



     XIII.

     After the weekend was over, we called Robbie's pager,
and set up another meeting. Only Charlie went to the
meeting, though. He came back with an 8mm video tape.

     "Let's have a look," Charlie said.

     Charlie took the tape, stuck it into another video
camera he owned, hooked it up to our TV, and pressed play. A
bunch of the guys gathered around to see what we had.

     The tape was difficult to make out at first. There
wasn't much light, but you could kind of see the backs of a
lot of guys' heads as they were running down the hall.
Someone was shouting, "Come on, shitheads, faster!"

     Then you could see that they had run into a large room.
The light was better now, and you could make out a bunch of
Brig frat boys standing in a circle. They were all dressed
the way these guys are always dressed, in expensive preppie
clothes.

     "What the fuck is this?," we heard someone off-camera
shout. I didn't recognize the voice. It had a pronounced
Carolina accent. "Where the hell do you losers get off
standing in front of us with clothes on? Think you're as
good as us?"

     With only brief hesitation, we saw the guys on camera
reach down to their waists to pull off their sweaters,
button-down oxfords, and polo shirts. The camera swung
around wildly for a bit, but then stabilized. Looked like
Robbie had placed it on a piece of furniture behind him.

     All the guys on camera were still stripping, most of
them going as fast as they could. We noticed that as they
took off a piece of clothing, they all folded it carefully
before placing it on the ground. Despite this, they got
naked really quickly. With their neatly-folded pile of
clothing and shoes at their feet, they each stood at
attention, their hands to their sides.

     With their bodies exposed, we could see that Robbie
wasn't the only one with whip marks. It looked like almost
all of the guys had received the same treatment.

     "Well, isn't this a sight to behold," the off-camera
voice said. "You shitheads are the fucking worst class of
pledges Brig has ever had! We turn our heads away from you
once, and when we look back you're all naked and tied up and
running across campus, begging people for help. We let you
back into the fraternity anyway, and forgive you, and then
you pay us back by allowing your comrades to embarrass the
fraternity again at that TED auction."

     All the Brig pledges just stood their and took it. They
didn't react at all.

     "You idiots have caused the fraternity a lot of pain.
Now you're going to get some yourselves," the voice on the
tape said.

     Up until now, all we'd seen on camera was the naked
pledges. But now a bunch of older, fully dressed Brig
brothers came into the shot. They were carrying things in
their hands, but we couldn't tell what. It was easy to
guess, though.

     I recognized a few of the brothers, and knew they were
juniors and seniors, mostly. I didn't see Heath, or any of
the other guys on the basketball team, for that matter.

     The older brothers made the pledges bend over, and then
they started whipping their behinds and backs. With the bad
lighting on the tape, I couldn't tell exactly what kind of
whip it was. It might have been a bullwhip, but it made a
sort of metallic sound.

     It was a horrible sight to watch. I get off on a little
S&M as much as the next guy, but this wasn't sexual at all.
They weren't doing this for the thrill, they were doing it
to be assholes. The beating when on for minutes, too.
Finally, Charlie had enough and pushed the fast forward
button, and we speeded through still more footage of the
whipping.

     After the whipping was over, we saw a lot of Brig
brothers enter the frame. This time, I thought I did see
Heath among them. No one on the tape said anything, but the
brothers just unzipped their pants and pulled out their
cocks. Most of them weren't erect, though some were. Without
being told to do anything, the pledges walked and crawled
over to their brothers and started to give them blowjobs.
Some of the brothers pulled out early, and forced their
pledges to lie face down on the ground. Then they started
fucking them. All this was on tape.

     "Holy shit," Charlie said. "We've got them. They're
ours."

     "We can turn this tape in to the president and get them
kicked off campus," I said. "Then we'll win the war and get
our funding for sure."

     "Yeah, we can do that," Charlie said, "and give the
president an excuse to eliminate every frat on campus, just
like he's always wanted to do."

     We nodded and realized Charlie was right. Going public
with this tape would mean the end of all frats on campus.

     "Don't worry," Charlie said, "I've got it all figured
out. Hand me that phone, will you?"

     Charlie took the cordless phone someone handed him, and
dialed a number.

     "Let me talk to Rick," Charlie said into the phone.

     We all looked at each other. Rick was the president of
Brig.

     "Hey Rick, it's Charlie, over at Theta Epsilon Delta,"
Charlie said. "Listen, I was thinking. . ."

     Then Charlie held the phone away from his ear.

     "That bastard hung up on me!," he said, shaking his
head.

     Charlie pushed redial.

     "Let me talk to Rick," Charlie said again. "Hey Rick,
I've got a videotape here of your brothers raping your
pledges. Want to talk?"

     The smile on Charlie's face grew broader as he heard
the answer. "Be here in ten minutes," he said into the
phone, then hung up.

     "Gentlemen, get ready for a great time," Charlie said,
looking around the room.