Fraternity War: The Prequel (Part One)
by Jackson Amacher email@example.com
This story is for adults only. It is a "prequel" to a story I wrote a few years ago, called Fraternity War, available in the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive.
Chris and I had just finished our workouts at the college gym and were taking showers. I was rinsing my hair when I heard something metal hit the tiles and bounce.
"Oh, shit!," Chris shouted.
"What's up?," I asked, washing out the shampoo.
"My locker key. I just knocked it down the drain."
We turned off our showers and peered down the drain. It had holes big enough to let a key through, and there was no way to pry it open.
"Fuck, what do I do?" Chris said aloud.
"Hell if I know," I said. I walked outside the shower area and grabbed my towel from a hook. "I'm sure they won't be too mad at you for clogging their drain like that."
Chris stood up and faced me, his hands on his hips and his dick flopping. "That's not what I meant, genius," he said.
While I was toweling off, I glanced at his naked body. Chris was smaller than me, but he packed lots of lean muscle onto his frame. His pecs bulged out slightly and he had some nice abs and a cute butt. His limp, wet cock hung between his legs.
"Well, I don't know about you," I said, "but I'm getting dressed."
I finished drying off and grabbed my own key and went back to our lockers. Chris grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist and followed me.
"Justin, loan me your gym clothes," Chris said.
"Have you forgotten? I didn't bring a change of clothes with me. This is all I've got," I said, pointing to my shorts and T-shirt.
"You could at least loan me your shorts," Chris said.
"And walk home in a T-shirt and jock strap?," I asked. "I don't think so."
"Well, can you go out there and ask them for a bolt cutter?" he asked me.
"Sure," I said.
So I walked out of the locker room and went to the gym's front desk. It was close to closing time, so there was only one guy there. I think I recognized him. He was a frosh, wearing expensive Ralph Lauren clothing and a Tag Heuer watch. He had a great shock of perfectly unkempt blond hair.
"You're name is Heath, right?," I asked him.
"Yeah, and you're Justin," Heath said. "From the crew team. I tried out but didn't make it."
"Oh, sorry about that," I said. Shit. "Hey, I've got a problem. My friend's in there, but he lost his key and needs a bolt cutter."
"Aren't you also in TED?" Heath asked.
"Yeah," I answered. Both Chris and I were in Theta Epsilon Delta, or TED for short. Heath, I now remembered, was pledging a rival fraternity, Beta Rho Gamma, which everyone called Brig. As long as anyone can remember, we've had a serious rivalry going. I guess I don't know how Brig sees us, but we tend to see Brig as a bunch of stuck-up elitist pricks.
Heath grabbed a ring of keys from behind the desk and said, "Let's go."
We walked back into the locker room. Chris was there, still wearing only the tiny towel. He hadn't dried himself off very well. The light was hitting his chest just right, so that his pecs glistened.
"Caught in a bit of a jam, eh?," Heath asked.
"Yeah," Chris said, laughing nervously. "My locker's over there," he said, pointing.
Heath went to a cabinet in the corner of the room and used his keys to unlock it. He looked inside, rummaging around for a bit.
"Huh. Sorry, but it looks like the bolt cutter is missing," Heath said, closing the cabinet and locking it. "Let me try to help you out, though. I think we've got some old clothes I could loan you. Follow me," he said, walking out of the locker room.
"Wait a minute, you want me to go out there?," Chris said.
"Don't worry, you are the only guys left here," Heath said. "No one's going to see you."
Chris shrugged and followed Heath and me out of the locker room. As soon as he was out, Heath reached into the locker room, turned off the light, and shut the door. Then he locked it with his keys.
"Closing time," Heath explained.
We followed Heath back to the front desk. Heath stopped suddenly and looked at his watch.
"Oh, shit, it's 10 PM already," Heath said. "The laundry truck is going to be here soon, if it's not here already. If I don't have all the towels for it by the time it gets here, I could lose my job. Hand them over."
I handed my towel over, but Chris kept his on.
"They aren't going to fire you for letting a naked guy borrow a towel overnight," Chris said.
"I'm not kidding around," Heath said, staring directly into Chris' eyes. "Give me that towel."
"Give me the clothes you promised first," Chris said.
There was a pause. Chris stood there, with one hand holding the tiny towel together around his waist. Looking at him, I realized that I was kind of getting turned on by the situation. I had seen Chris' body before, of course, but somehow the sight of his glistening, wet skin combined with his helplessness and embarrassment excited me. I felt my dick getting kind of hard.
"Look, Mr. TED," Heath said. "You're in no position to make demands. Do what I say, and I may help you out."
We were about 20 feet away from the entryway and its attractive "EXIT" sign. Chris turned on his heels and ran for it. Heath chased him.
Chris got through the first set of glass doors into the entryway. But when he tried to open the front doors to the outside, they didn't budge. Heath had locked them.
Heath lunged at Chris, pushing him to the floor and grabbing the towel away. Then Heath darted back through the first set of glass doors, slamming them shut. He turned a deadbolt thumb screw in one of the doors, trapping Chris, stark naked, inside the glass entryway.
"You are in deep trouble, TED," Heath said through the doors. Heath then tossed Chris' old towel into a hamper and started to roll it away.
"I'll be right back," Heath said to me. "Don't touch or move a thing."
Heath rolled the hamper toward the back of the building.
Chris got up. For a moment, he stood there naked. My eyes went straight his dick: a long, slim thing hanging from a big bush of black hair. But then Chris realized his situation: He was locked in a glass entryway, naked and wet and fully visible to the outside world. As far as I could tell there wasn't a soul outside, but Chris still looked mortified. He put one hand over his crotch and the other over his butt.
"Quick," Chris shouted through the door. "Let me out." Chris nodded toward the thumbscrew lock.
My dick grew harder. Through no doing of my own (almost), Chris had fallen under my power. It was a new sensation for me, and it was exhilarating. I didn't move. Chris looked at me through the glass doors, looking stunned and betrayed.
Heath came back.
"OK, darlings, this is how it's going to work," Heath said. "Right now I'm planning on calling the campus cops. Some of our frat brother alumni are members, you know."
Both Chris and I winced. In this small rural town, the campus cops got away with quite a lot.
"But," Heath said, "if you two will play along, it doesn't need to come to that. Do what I say, and I'll let you out of here with just a spanking."
"I guess we have no choice," Chris said.
"No, you have a choice," Heath said. "I won't do this if you feel forced."
"I'll do it," I said.
Chris gulped. "Me too," he said.
Heath smiled. "First thing, lover boy, is for you to put your hands behind your head."
Chris obeyed. His dick was now in full view. To my surprise, like mine, it was no longer limp. I felt myself get even harder as I saw Chris' humiliation increase.
"Turn around," Heath commanded. Chris obeyed, bringing his pert butt into view.
"You," Heath said to me, handing me a two lengths of frayed jump rope, "Get in there with him."
I unlocked the entryway door and stepped through. Heath locked it after me, trapping me in there, too.
"Tie his hands there," Heath ordered.
I gently pulled Chris's muscular arms down so that his wrists crossed right behind his neck. Then I tied one length of the jump rope around his wrists, making the knot tight.
"Stroke his dick," Heath commanded. "Make it hard."
I was stunned but not surprised. It was clear from glancing at Heath's crotch that he had a full hard-on. I was nervous about touching it, but because Heath was calling the shots I felt safe doing it.
I cupped my right hand around the head of Chris' dick. It was already pretty hard. It was also pretty long; at least two hand widths, I judged. Gently, I stroked up and down, letting a light amount of friction touch Chris. He responded very quickly. After just a few strokes, he was hard. I gave him a few more for good measure.
"That was fast. Justin, let's make sure it stays that way. Tie the other rope around the base of his dick," Heath said.
"Are you crazy?," Chris shouted. But I already had begun. I wrapped the small rope around the area where Chris' scrotum and dick attached to his body and pulled tight, knotting it.
"Why Justin, it looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am," Heath said.
"No way, pervert," I said, perhaps trying to convince myself.
"No, you are," the cocky blond freshman said. "We can all see your huge hard-on. I don't want you to feel neglected. Chris, give him a blowjob."
"Jesus Christ," Chris whispered. "This is worse than what the campus cops would do to us."
"Don't believe it," I whispered back.
Chris faced me and fell to his knees. I was self-conscious about showing Heath my dick, so I reached into my shorts and pulled it out while covering it with my hand. Chris took it into his mouth, working his tongue and lips over the head, and then taking it deeper into his throat.
The sensation was astounding. I had received blowjobs before--lots, actually--but having it performed by Chris while seeing him helpless, bound, and naked was something else totally.
My orgasm came suddenly, and I felt my dick throb as I came. Into Chris's mouth. Disgusted, he pulled back. I was still shooting, so it hit Chris's face, and chest, and the floor.
"You bastard, I have to keep this place clean," Heath said. "Lick it up."
Still on his knees, Chris looked at Heath, hoping to see a sign that Heath was joking. But Heath was serious.
Chris bent forward, arching his back, and extended his tongue to lick some of the small pools of my semen off the floor. It was a clearly uncomfortable position, so he couldn't hold it very long.
I stuffed my dick back in my pants. Still standing, I gazed at Chris again. Seeing him like that--bound, naked, completely humiliated and subservient, and with his perky ass in the air--I felt like I could shoot again.
When Chris finished, he stood up.
"Well done, cutie," Heath said. "I feel bad, Justin, that Chris is having all the fun. Tell you what. Strip naked."
"No," I said immediately. "You don't have the leverage to make me do that. Call the cops. They might have some fun with Chris, but they'd let me go."
"Bastard," Chris whispered. "Do what he says."
"Hmm, you're right," Heath said. "I'll be right back."
Heath went into the back room behind his desk and came back holding a jock strap.
"I'll make you a deal," Heath said. "It's late, and time to send you both home. Here's the clothing I promised Chris," Heath said, dangling the jock strap. "But I feel bad about you two frat brothers being so unequal. Justin, I'll give this to Chris if you strip down to your underwear and run home in that."
"Do it," Chris whispered.
"Chris, I'm sorry, I couldn't possibly," I whispered back. "It would be too humiliating."
"You're talking to me about humiliation?," Chris whispered.
I ignored Chris and said to Heath, "No deal."
Heath shrugged. "OK, then," he said. "You two are free to go. But Justin: If I see you untie any of those ropes from your boyfriend here, I'll call the police immediately and have them arrest both of you on the street. And if I hear that you untied him before you two got back to your frat house, I'll file a report."
Heath hit a button on the desk and we heard a buzzer. I pushed open the door to the outside, and felt the cool evening North Carolina air.
Chris bolted. I ran after him. The gym was on a little-used street, so at this hour there was no one around to see us. When we got out of Heath's view, Chris stopped.
"Untie me, please," Chris said. "I can't run fast with my arms tied, and I really need to lose this hard on."
"You heard Heath," I said. "I can't untie you."
"How is he going to find out?," Chris asked.
"Chris, I'm not untying you," I answered.
So Chris turned and ran. He couldn't run fast, and after the workout he was still exhausted, so it turned into a fast, very awkward walk. His fully erect dick bobbed up and down as he went. I kept up with him, but was well behind him.
It was six blocks back to our frat house. Chris tried to take a route that would avoid people, but of course lots of people saw him and laughed. Streaking wasn't unheard of, but Chris was tied up, had drying cum on his chest, and had an erect, bound dick. A couple of guys chased him for a block, but when they caught him all they did was tickle him and give him a spanking. It was if everyone who saw him felt like his body was theirs to use and play with.
When we got home, I untied Chris immediately. He ran up to his room, grabbed a bathrobe, and took his second shower for the evening.
to be continued...