Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 22:32:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jackson Amacher Subject: "Fraternity War - 08" (M/M/M, bond, humil) Fraternity War Part 8 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/ XIV. Rick showed up in ten minutes and rang the doorbell. I answered. "Hi, Rick," I said, "Charlie's downstairs in the basement waiting for you. Come on in." Rick strolled in like he owned the place and started to head for the basement. Just then, an idea came to me. "Rick, take off your clothes," I said. "Did Charlie order that?," Rick asked. "No, I ordered it. You'll appear before Charlie naked," I said. Without making much of a show, Rick pulled off his sweater and T-shirt with one pull, revealing a nicely fortified torso. Then he unceremoniously yanked off both shoes, unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled them down. Then he shucked off his socks and dropped his briefs to the ground, and stood before me, naked. "OK," I said, smiling. "Let's go." I led Rick down the stairs. Charlie was there, surrounded by a bunch of our TED brothers. I had expected to see some of the torture equipment, but there was only a TV.. "Rick, thanks for coming," Charlie said, as if Rick was dropping by to someone's birthday party. "We were just watching a disturbing home video, here," Charlie said, motioning to the TV. It was playing the tape Robbie shot, showing the Brig pledges getting whipped. "Charlie, there's no need to draw this out and act all cute," Rick said. "We'll do what you want. Just keep the tape secret." "I am glad that you see the situation so clearly," Charlie said. "You do know what happens to you if this tape gets out?" "Hazing is illegal," Rick said, nodding. "So is whipping and raping people," Charlie said. Rick just sucked in his gut and smiled. "Rick," Charlie began, "the terms of surrender here are simple. Brig continues to exist. You keep on as long as you get funding. In fact, you're not allowed to break up. If any of your members tries to quit, tell him that this tape will be made public and all of you will go to jail." I was astounded; we had just won the war, and now Charlie was letting Brig stay on? Rick looked surprised, and somewhat thankful. But then he remembered he was naked, and realized there must be some sort of price to pay. "We're not going to hold this tape over your heads, either," Charlie said. "We want two simple things. At least two Brig members must be at our disposal in this basement at all times, twenty-four hours a day, for the rest of the semester. I don't care which. Set up shifts if you like." Rick frowned, then nodded and agreed. "Two other things," Charlie said. "Just so we can feel like we won." Two hours later, Charlie, me, and a few of the other TED brothers were at the front door to the Brig house. Charlie pulled out the key Rick had given him, unlocked the door, and we went in. The hallway was empty, as we had instructed. We headed for the staircase and marched up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were. There was a hallway with lots of closed doors. We picked one at random and walked in. The room had two beds, both perfectly made. Standing in front of each bed was a naked Brig brother, his clothes neatly folded and piled on the bed. As we had instructed, their hands were clasped behind their backs. Victory was sweet, indeed. We went from room to room. They were all the same. The entire fraternity had agreed to strip naked for us, and obediently stand in place while we tickled them, made fun of beer bellies, and shot photos of all of them. Charlie got photos of every single Brig member, bare naked. He also asked each one of them for their names. I paid a visit to Heath. It was good to see him naked again. I was almost sure that I had seen him fucking some pledge on that tape, so I was no longer that crazy about him. His roommate was some sort of soccer player, kind of a thin guy but with really good abs. I wanted to test these guys out, to see what they'd do to avoid going to jail. "Jack each other off," I ordered. Heath grimaced and looked down to the floor, but did as he was told. He walked over to the soccer player, and the two started grabbing each other's dicks and stroking. "That's nice," I said. "You two get comfortable." I spanked Heath for good measure, and then moved on. We took a tour of the rest of the rooms, making it a point to leer at each one of the conquered Brig guys. Finally, Charlie was done with his photos, and he told us to start moving the Brig guys downstairs to their main meeting room. Charlie showed our naked Brig brothers the tape we had of them abusing and hazing their pledges. He reminded everyone that hazing was a felony in our state, and explained the terms of surrender that Rick had agreed to. "Does anyone have a problem with that?," Charlie asked, knowing that no one would speak up. "Now, there's one other thing," Charlie said. "We were going to make you all go to class naked tomorrow, but I've got a better idea. One of you will go to class tomorrow, wearing this." Charlie held up something really small. It was this grey "sports brief" thing that Calvin Klein made back in the 80s. It could cover everything up, but just barely. "You are going to vote on which one of you is the lucky guy," Charlie said. He nodded at us, and we passed around slips of paper and pencils. We gave them a minute to consider their decision, then collected all the votes. I helped tally the vote. A couple jokers voted for Charlie, and a number of candidates got only one vote. I noticed that Heath got quite a few votes. But in the end the winner was clear. Charlie looked at the tally, smiled, and tossed the underwear to Rick. "Guess your frat appreciates your hard work, Rick," Charlie said. "Put that on. The rest of you, get dressed, and good night. We'll see the first two of you tomorrow at 6 PM."