by Mark
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I woke up with my human pillow shaking under me. Barry was holding Josh's head clamped against his chest right beside mine, while Josh cursed him and tried to get loose.
"What's the matter, Josh?" he taunted. I sighed. Barry seemed to be back to his old self after a good night's sleep.
"Let him up, Barry," I said.
"It was self-defense, man. He was punching me."
"I was just startled to wake up and find you here, that's all," Josh said, his voice muffled because his mouth was buried in Barry's chest hair.
"I was confused. I was just trying to get away."
"Say you're sorry," Barry ordered.
"You forget that we know your weakness now, buddy," I told Barry, and started running my fingers lightly up and down that smooth bare skin next to his abs. It worked just as well as I hoped. Barry let go of Josh and grabbed my wrists with both hands, laughing helplessly. Josh sat up and immediately attacked Barry's other, undefended side. In a minute he was so weak from laughter that I was able to break free of his grip, and then it was all over for him. I got one arm pinned under my leg, Josh grabbed the other one, and then he had four hands attacking him and not a thing he could do about it. The thing about Barry is that he never begs for mercy. At least not from Josh and me, not then and not anytime since. He just lies there and takes it, until he couldn't gasp out a plea even if he wanted to. What saved him this time was the door opening. They let us take turns using the bathroom again while the other two were closely guarded. I wondered if Barry would try to squeeze through the little window and leave Josh and me at the mercy of Tau Beta Delta, and if he did, I wondered if he'd bother to come back with reinforcements and rescue us. But he didn't try to run away.
They took us downstairs to the big common room, where the Tau Beta Delta guys had just finished breakfast. Pancakes, by the look of the plates they were clearing from the table.
"I don't suppose you guys saved any for us," Barry said sarcastically.
"Let me find out," said Dan, who was standing near the table. He was wearing a T-shirt today with his fraternity's Greek letters across the chest, and the same shoes we'd removed yesterday. And the same pants we hadn't gotten a chance to.
"Any pancakes left, guys?" he called. His voice made it clear that he was taunting us and wasn't planning to feed us anything.
"No, and the cook's already left," someone answered. "But we have gallons of syrup left." "Where are my manners?" Dan said.
"You guys must be starved. We haven't offered you any food. Well, except ice cream." Josh blushed at this, and I'm sure I did too. "Finish getting that table clear! We're gonna need it!"
The last few plates were hurriedly removed, and someone wiped the crumbs off the giant varnished wooden table. Then about six guys suddenly grabbed Barry. He struggled fiercely, every muscle in his body flexing, but it did him no good. Soon he was stretched out on the table right in front of me, breathing hard, and I found myself staring in fascination at that fine trail of hair that ran from his chest down the middle of his stomach and disappeared down his boxer shorts. It went all the way down, I found out a few seconds later, as someone hooked his thumb under the waistband and tugged.
I tore my eyes away and saw that someone was holding a pitcher of syrup above my helpless naked fraternity brother. He poured a few ounces of it onto his neck and chest, then drizzled a thin line zigzagging across that trail of hair, finishing up by dripping some of it onto both sides of his cock, which was standing up. Despite how much Barry likes to brag about how well endowed he his, I wasn't convinced now that he was any longer than me. It was close, and might actually be shorter. Next time he bragged to me when we were alone, I decided, I would make him hold it against mine to measure.
"OK, you two, you know what to do." Josh and I just stared open-mouthed. Dan produced a fork, made sure Barry saw what it was, and used it to lift up Barry's balls. Barry gasped, hopefully in reaction to the cold, or the implied threat, and not because the tines were poking him.
"One of you start at his throat and the other at his cock." When we hesitated, he added, "Now. Otherwise we may just have to fry up some sausage for you." He jiggled the balls with the fork. Josh took his cock while I started lapping at the syrup that had pooled in the hollow at the base of his throat. To my surprise, Josh actually put the whole cock in his mouth and slid his lips around it like a popsicle stick. Just once, to get it clean. Then he moved on to the pubic hair.
Tired of bending over the table, I climbed onto it and worked on my hands and knees, with my bare feet right between the guys who were holding Barry's arms. I hoped they didn't decide to risk letting go with one hand in order to tickle me. But I shouldn't complain about feeling vulnerable, not with Barry stretched out naked beneath me. I finished his throat and worked my way through the soft thick hair covering his muscular chest. In time with its heaving, I could feel his warm breath stirring my own chest hair. Josh was up to the bottom of that trail of wispy hair, and I hurried to catch up before he traversed the whole thing. But I needn't have worried, because he was taking his time now, licking the sensitive bare skin very thoroughly on either side. It made Barry squirm, and Josh seemed to like that. Meanwhile, I had worked my way down to where the hair petered out into that little stream, and it felt just as soft on my tongue as it looked. The dry parts that the squiggle of syrup hadn't touched fluttered with my every breath until my tongue slicked them down.
Finally Josh and I met up. When our stubbled cheeks rubbed against each other, I climbed off and let him finish. He licked up the last of the syrup, overlapping by a good two inches the wet trail of slicked-down hair that I had left, to make sure he didn't miss anything. I had been as thorough as I could, but I suspected Barry would feel sticky all day until they let him get a shower or bath. Even I felt sticky, though that may have been my imagination. I was sick of that sugary imitation maple syrup, which was the same cheap kind they our own fraternity bought from the commissary by the gallon. Not high quality stuff, unlike the French vanilla ice cream last night. They actually were nice to us for a change and took us immediately up to the room with the bathtub and shower. But Barry looked as if he were being led to the gallows.
When we got there, there was a freestanding tub already filled with steaming water. It looked very inviting. Just as I'd guessed, it was the huge old-fashioned kind, the kind that actually lets a full-grown man, even one as big as Barry, immerse almost his whole body in water. What a concept. They haven't made that kind during my lifetime, but some of the fraternity houses at our college are almost a hundred years old. Barry looked around at the guys waiting there, a trapped expression on his face. But when Dan said, "This time your friends can give you your bath," he looked relieved. Then he quickly masked it with a look of distain and said, "I don't need any help from these two fuckfaces" and tried to take a step toward the tub. The guys holding his arms wouldn't let him, of course.
"Okay, just thought I'd offer," Dan said. He nodded to the guys waiting. "Grab him."
"Nooo! No, please! Let my buddies do it." So Josh took his legs and I put my hands under his armpits. I heard Josh whisper to him, "Buddies, huh?" as we carried him over to the tub. I was surprised that Josh and I between us had no trouble at all carrying Barry's naked and unresisting form. I made a mental note of that for future reference. It was a little more of a strain on my muscles to lift him over the edge of the tub-and I saw Josh's muscles standing out too-but we managed, and gently lowered him into the water. It rose almost to the rim of the tub as Barry's big body displaced it, but it didn't spill, and the overflow drain started lowering the level. They gave each of us a bar of soap and made us rub it all over him. Barry closed his eyes and relaxed as I ran my hand over his chest above the waterline, running my fingers through the hairs as I rubbed soap into them. I dipped below the waterline and worked on the rest of him, even running my hand over his cock, which hardened under my brief touch.
Then they made him stick his feet out, leaving him submerged up to the neck, and handed Josh a scrub brush to use on the soles of his feet. That drove him wild, and I had to stick my arms underwater and hold onto him to keep him from thrashing. I was afraid he'd get us in trouble for splashing, or even drown himself. If I'd been wearing a shirt it would have been soaked by this time. As it was, my shorts, or rather Josh's, were beginning to get plastered against my crotch. After we'd drained the tub and helped him out, pink and clean, they had Barry peel off our shorts and then made the three of us get into the shower together and take an ice cold shower. I hate cold showers, but not the way Josh hates them. When the cold water hit his shoulders, he yelped and tried to get out of the shower.
The guy guarding us pushed him back and said, "Stay under the water."
"Bring me the whip," Dan said to someone behind him. We wound up physically holding
poor Josh under the spray, Barry and I. Josh clung tightly to me to shield himself and to borrow some of my body warmth.
"I don't see you washing in there," Dan called.
So Barry started washing Josh's back. When he finished he came around and did my back. They still didn't let us out, so we turned Josh around and Barry held him from behind while I ran soapy hands over his chest and down his belly. "Don't forget his crotch."
"If we let you go," I asked Josh, "will you stand still and wash your own crotch?"
"N-no," Josh said with his teeth chattering. "You let me go, I'm outta here."
So I soaped up his pubic hair and ran my soapy hands lightly on over his shriveled nut sac and all around his crotch, and very quickly over his cock. I stood up and squeezed his shoulder in apology, then quickly washed myself. Only then did they let us out. They wrapped us each in a big white towel and let us dry ourselves off and stop shivering. We all needed a shave, especially Barry, and they gave it to us, Josh first, then me, and then Barry. Standing up, with a towel wrapped around our waists, and someone holding our arms. They wiped our faces with a hot wet towel when they were done, which felt very nice after the cold shower. They gave us our shorts back. They mixed them up again, so that I got Barry's boxers and he got Josh's, while Josh got my briefs back again. Usually it didn't feel right to me to take a shower without putting on fresh underwear, but nothing felt right here. They took us back downstairs in our shorts.
"And now the moment you've all been waiting for," Dan announced to his fraternity. "The big guy's gonna give us all blowjobs."
A few of his fraternity brothers rolled their eyes and left, but most of them stayed, most of them grinning in anticipation.
"Like hell I am!" Barry said. For some reason the guy who had shaved us had brought the shaving cream and razor down with him. Dan took the can from him and walked up to Barry with it, squirted some shaving cream into his own hand, and casually dabbed it on Barry's chest.
"What did you say?" he asked mildly.
"I'm not putting up with any more of this shit." He paused as he watched Dan's hand spreading a second glob of shaving cream over his chest, slicking down the hair. "You can do anything you want to me, but I'm not cooperating."
His brave tone might have fooled someone who didn't know him so well, but I sensed that his bravado was a fragile thing.
"You know," said Dan, "we have a rule that we've never broken, that any punishment inside these walls is never spoken of outside. That applies to fraternity brothers, to our pledges, and even to prisoners like you. Do as we say, and no one will ever hear about it from us. You have my word of honor."
"Yeah, like that's worth anything to me."
"If we wanted to humiliate you outside, we could be doing a better job of it. Have you seen one camera? We could have had your picture in this morning's campus paper. " He continued to cover Barry's chest with foam.
"Okay, so maybe I do believe you." He looked down again at his chest hair being plastered against his chest with shaving cream, and gulped visibly.
"Whereas, if we shave your chest, everyone will know we did that to you. Without our saying a word."
"I can wear T-shirts for a few... for however long it takes to grow back," Barry said uncertainly.
That was a bluff, I knew. Everyone would know something was up. I don't think Barry even owns any T-shirts. I'd sure never seen him wearing one under his shirt even in the middle of winter-or by itself, no matter how hot it got. He always wears shirts with buttons, and usually leaves them unbuttoned halfway down his chest if he can get away with it. He loves showing off his chest hair.
"We'll shave your arms, too. And what about showers?"
"You think I'd go down on you just to avoid that?" But his nerve was giving out. Anyone could hear it in his voice now. Dan didn't answer, but kept matting down Barry's hair with shaving cream, working slowly.
By the time the can was empty and his chest was uniformly coated, Barry was blubbering. "N-no. Please. I'll do what you ask. Don't... don't shave me. Please." -
***
"OK, so here's how it's going to work," Dan said, as if he hadn't considered any other outcome than Barry's complete capitulation. "You'll be blindfolded, and two of the guys you'll be sucking off will be your buddies here. That way we'll know you won't try any funny business. We'll gag them with their own shorts -- if those *are* their own shorts -- so they can't warn you. And if they try to make some sound anyway..." he pointed to the corner where one of his fraternity brothers had quietly entered holding the whip.
Before we knew it, they had Barry blindfolded and on his knees, and my shorts were in my mouth, leaving me totally naked. Except they were Barry's shorts. I can't say they tasted strongly of anything but cotton, but they definitely had a musky smell, similar to the familiar smell of Barry's chest, but different. Presumably what I would have smelled if I'd stuck my face in Barry's crotch, which of course I never had. Already I had a growing erection, as if the strangely exciting thought that Barry would soon be sticking his face in my crotch instead was turning me on. The first guy in line unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was half erect already.
Then he looked at Barry and he shrunk back. So did his cock. Barry was making biting motions with his teeth.
"You're bluffing," Dan said.
"What makes you so sure this isn't one of your own fraternity brothers first in line?"
"I heard him unzip his fly. Anyway, did you really think I wouldn't feel his pants by the time I was sucking him off? I know my guys aren't wearing any. Also, I could tell by the sound of his footsteps that he's wearing shoes."
There was a pause, and then every guy in the room started taking his clothes off. I had to hand it to Barry. With a few words, he'd intimidated our captors into stripping naked. Not bad for a guy kneeling blindfolded in his shorts with his arms pinned behind him. He couldn't see it for himself, but he was now wearing more than any other guy in the room. And the situation suddenly felt very different to me, being surrounded a bunch of other guys who were also naked, instead of being the naked prisoner of an enemy fraternity. I found it amusing that Dan, who was short and scrawny compared to Barry, had a longer cock than the one Barry was so proud of, although not the longest in the Tau Beta Delta fraternity.
When they were all naked and a different guy had stepped up for the first blowjob, Barry said suddenly, "Mike and Josh are both circumcised, right, guys?"
Although we couldn't answer, we quickly found ourselves standing in a much shorter line, now composed only of the guys who were circumcised, white, and no more than a few inches taller or shorter than us. He'd really got them worried. Dan himself stepped out of line when he saw he was by far the shortest guy left, and started getting dressed again, looking really pissed off. Barry behaved himself now, and one by one our enemies stepped forward and got a blowjob. I could hardly believe it. He'd never live it down, if Josh and I let anyone else in our fraternity know. Some of the guys just stood there and enjoyed it, with closed eyes and open mouths, while others thrust their hips forward in the rhythm they wanted, but none of them tried to grab Barry's head. That would have given away the fact that they weren't Josh or me. In fact, they carefully had two big guys flanking their own fraternity brothers and holding onto their arms, just to be sure Barry couldn't somehow sense they were free.
The guys they chose as guards were big enough that they'd had to step out of line, and had gotten dressed again, although they hadn't yet bothered to button their shirts up over their massive chests. Josh's handlers quietly passed him over to those guys when his turn came. I was surprised to see the fiendish delight in Josh's face as Barry took his cock in his mouth. Josh was one of the ones who kept thrusting his cock aggressively down Barry's throat. He really seemed to be getting into his chance to have his nemesis forced to service him, and to being able to dominate him anonymously. I was one of the stand-there-and-enjoy-it kind of guys when my turn came. Um... I have to admit here what I'd never told even Josh.
Even though I was almost 20, I was still basically a virgin. Having my cock enveloped in something warm and wet was such a good feeling that I could close my eyes and not even care that a guy was doing it. Oh, who was I kidding? I was getting off on knowing that my cock was in the mouth of a guy who'd always pushed me around. I couldn't even think of it the way Josh seemed to view it, not to mention all the Tau Beta Delta guys. I know, the guy getting sucked off is supposed to feel like he was the one in control, and the guy doing the work was the passive one. But I didn't feel in control at all. It wasn't just that my arms were being held. It was that Barry had his *mouth* on my *cock*, and he could do anything we wanted to it, but what he was choosing to do was to use his tongue and lips in a way that was driving me crazy, and was going to make me come in a minute whether I liked it or not. I was in about as much control as I was whenever he got me in a headlock back at our fraternity and started tickling me, or running his fingertip around my ear, or grabbing my balls to show he had me under his control. Only this time he was manipulating my most private parts to force me to feel pleasure whether I wanted to or not.
Up until yesterday, that would have infuriated me, because I'd thought he despised me and just enjoyed dominating me to make him feel like a bigger man. But last night I'd gotten the feeling he actually had a need for friendship, and I wondered if all his roughhousing might have been his way of showing affection. And he'd picked on me and Josh more than anyone else -- what did that say about how he felt about us? I ignored the little detail that he was blindfolded and was sucking off some anonymous guy who was probably one of his captors as far as he knew. I was convinced that he somehow sensed it was one of his friends, and was trying to make the best of it and make me feel as good as he could. The way I had with Josh last night, I realized. I think part of me had enjoyed holding my buddy against me, skin to skin, and working him over with my tongue, lingering over his nipples and armpits and his even more sensitive and private spots, listening to him make soft sounds that might have been pleasure, feeling shivers run through his body that might have been delight.
Barry was making me feel like that now, and I wanted to think he it was because he enjoyed making me feel good. That thought was really exciting somehow, and along with the physical stimulation... When I came, my knees gave out and I sagged in the arms of the guys who were holding me. The second of the two most incredible orgasms I'd ever had, both in one weekend! I guess it really does help to have someone else do it for you... Grinning in amusement, the guys handed me back to my original handlers, who half carried and half dragged me over to where Josh was sitting on the floor and dumped me next to him. I leaned on his shoulder, and he didn't seem to mind, and even put a friendly arm around me. I felt incredibly relaxed, leaning against him skin to skin like this. I wondered, once we got out of this, if he'd ever be willing to try... no, I shouldn't be thinking that way about my best friend! I drowsily watched Barry finish with the few guys remaining in line.
Then they removed our gags and Barry's blindfold. He looked tired, but not really defeated. I noticed that even the rag they'd used as a blindfold looked suspiciously like it had been torn from some guy's shorts. Of course, that didn't mean anything. No doubt they just used worn-out clothes for rags, although in this fraternity you never know...
"Where's Tom this morning?" Dan demanded.
"He was still sound asleep when I got out of the shower," said a dark-haired guy, who must have been Tom's roommate. He was as broad-shouldered as Tom, although not quite tall enough to have disqualified himself from getting sucked off by Barry. His loose T-shirt hid the impressive muscles of his hairy chest, now that he'd gotten dressed again, but still showed off his biceps.
"Get him in here, even if you have to drag him in. He's missing his blow job."
His roommate looked for a minute like he was going to argue. Then suddenly he grinned and headed upstairs. Two other sturdy guys followed him. The three of them would be more of a match for one beefy sleepy blond.
***
The three beefy Tau Beta Delta brothers came back a few minutes later escorting Tom. The big blond was barefoot and dressed only in his pajama bottoms.
"Sleep well, Tommy?" "
Danny. I might have known it was your idea to drag me out of bed. No, as a matter of fact. I couldn't get to sleep. I think I dozed off about 4am, but I still didn't sleep well. And frankly, I was hoping you'd've let those poor guys go by the time I got up."
"The big one just gave us each a pretty good blowjob, and you almost missed it. It's your turn now."
"You know how I feel about forcing--" His arms were grabbed by his roommate and the other two guys, and he seemed to realize he didn't have much choice himself.
"Danny, please! Don't do this." They muscled him over to the dining room table. I was close enough to hear Tom tell his roommate, "I'll get you for this, Rick."
"Yeah, I still remember the last time you 'got' me, pal. Why do you think I'm going along with this?"
"That was two months ago! You're not still mad, are you?"
"Mad, no. Still paying you back, yes."
Once they had him stretched out helplessly, Barry walked slowly over to him.
"You don't have to do this, man," Tom told him.
"Yes," Barry replied glumly. "I do."
"Let me guess," Tom said, eyeing the half-dried shaving cream still matting Barry's chest hair. "Dan threatened to shave your chest if you didn't do whatever he told you."
Barry hung his head and didn't answer.
"I wish I could tell you he was bluffing, man, but I saw him do it to this guy, once."
"I can believe it," Barry said. He reached for the fly of Tom's pajamas.
Tom sat bolt upright, despite the guys trying to hold him down, and said desperately, "Is a little chest hair really more important to you than this?"
Before Tom's roommate and his other fraternity brothers reacted and got him back under control, Barry planted his palm in the middle of Tom's chest and pushed him down. "What would you know about it, Peach Fuzz?" he growled. "Now lie back and enjoy it."
Roughly, he grabbed the waistband and yanked Tom's pajama bottoms down. Tom's cock sprang out, half erect. It slowly rose as Barry pushed the pajamas bottoms all the way down to his ankles and ran his hands along the inside of Tom's leg. I didn't know it then, as I watched Barry put his mouth around the helpless man's cock, but I've since heard that what Barry was doing was called the "passive" or "bottom" role in oral sex, in personal ads language, while the guy being held spread-eagle beneath him would be considered the "active" or "top." I laugh whenever I read those terms now, because they always remind me of that moment. But despite his protests, Tom seemed to be enjoying the whole thing, maybe even more than any of the guys Barry had just done while on his knees. Maybe he actually got off on being held down by his own buddies while a guy from another fraternity went down on him. But watching Barry, I suspected he was giving him an especially good blowjob, maybe because Tom had tried to be nice about it, or maybe as a way of thanking him for last night, when he'd given us time to do whatever we wanted to Dan before they'd turned the tables on us. The thought of a blowjob better than the one I'd gotten was unimaginable.
Barry brought Tom right to the edge a few times. I could tell by the way he was arching his back and moaning, and flexing every muscle in that big naked body. But each time Barry would remove his mouth at the last minute and move up to lick Tom's belly or his nipples. Finally, after repeating this torment several times, he closed his mouth over the twitching cock, and in seconds it was obvious to all of us watching that Tom was coming.
"Don't swallow it this time," Dan said as Tom gave one last moan and relaxed limply on the table. "You were such a good sport, and Tom was such a bad sport, that he deserves to eat his own cum."
Barry paused in his sucking, then seemed to figure out what Dan meant. When he stood up, he was obviously holding most of the cum in his mouth. He moved up to Tom's face and planted his lips on Tom's. After a second he pulled back, mouth still closed, and pinched Tom's nose shut. Tom held his breath for a few seconds, then gave in and opened his mouth. Barry put his mouth back on Tom's and let go of his nose. I can't imagine how he forced him to keep it open, unless it was with his tongue. If I didn't know better, I'd have said that Barry kept his lips locked on Tom's for a whole lot longer than was strictly necessary to carry out Dan's order. But then, I'm not exactly an expert on how long it takes to transfer a mouthful of cum to an unwilling recipient. There was probably an unseen wrestling match going on between the two men's tongues.
When Barry finally lifted his head, I thought I heard him say softly, "You okay, man?"
Tom nodded silently, staring up at Barry with a dazed expression, and Barry ruffled his blond hair and straightened up. Rick and his helpers didn't let go of Tom's arms immediately; they were staring slack-jawed at Barry. As an afterthought, Barry pulled Tom's pajama bottoms back up, then patted him on the belly and stepped back.
"I guess we won't need that shaving cream after all. Wipe it off him, Tommy. Rick, get him a wet towel."
Rick went into the kitchen and came back with a dripping wet towel. As soon as he handed it to Tom, Tom grabbed Rick by the neck and scrubbed his face with it, then stuffed it down his shirt. I could tell by Rick's reaction that he'd soaked it in cold water, maybe even ice water.
"Try again, pal," Tom told him. "Only this time use hot water. Got it?"
"Okay, okay! Just let me go!" When Rick came back, Tom accepted the towel and used it to wipe the drying shading cream off of Barry's chest with slow, gentle-looking strokes. Barry stood there with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, mouth half open, obviously enjoying it. A good five or ten minutes later, his chest hair was completely clean and slicked against his chest, which looked ruddier than usual from the heat of the towel. You wouldn't have known from the way he and Tom were looking at each other that they were members of rival fraternities and that one of them was a prisoner.
"You look like you want to keep him, Tommy," Dan taunted. "Want us to chain him up in your bedroom for a few weeks?"
I thought Rick's eyes lit up at the prospect, but his roommate looked embarrassed. "Go to hell, Danny." "
Just kidding. You can't have him all to yourself even if you want him. But we *are* keeping him for a while. His friends can go, though."
"What?" I said. I didn't expect him to let us go, just like that.
"You two can go. You've learned your lesson. Someone get their clothes."
"What about Barry?" I asked, walking past Tom to stand next to my fraternity brother.
"Weren't you listening? We're keeping him."
"No way! We're not leaving without him." I threw my arm loosely around Barry's broad shoulders.
"Thanks man," Barry whispered to me. "You don't know the kinds of stuff they do to me when you guys aren't around."
"Dude, what are you doing?" Josh said. "Let's get out of here."
"Not without Barry," I said firmly.
"But you go ahead if you want." I hoped that came out as sincerely as I meant it. I didn't want to shame Josh into putting up with more torment on our account.
"Yeah, right. Like I'd leave without you," Josh said hoarsely.
"This is very touching, guys," Dan said, "but you're acting like you have a choice. Get them their clothes and throw them out. Not necessarily in that order."
The guys around us started closing in.
***
In a few seconds, the guys surrounding us were going to pull Barry and me apart and throw me out, probably in my shorts. And what did they have in mind for Barry that he was so scared of? Was it that much worse than what I'd just seen them put him through? As they shoved Tom aside to reach us, I acted instinctively. I pulled Barry into something between a bear hug and a wrestling hold and tripped him up, taking us both down to the floor. We hit the carpet none too gently, but we rolled and avoided any serious injury. I interlaced my fingers together behind Barry's back, holding him tightly against me, and I felt him do the same to me.
The guys tried to pry us apart, but they couldn't break our hold, and when more of them tried to crowd in they just got in each other's way. Then they picked us both up as a unit, by our legs and our shoulders, and started carrying us somewhere. I could feel Barry's heart pounding in his chest. They carried us into some other room -- I couldn't see clearly because I had my face pressed against Barry's neck -- and set us down on what felt like linoleum tiles against my bare skin. The ice water came as a shock. I loosened my grip for a split second but then quickly tightened my arms around Barry again before they could pull us apart. My skin was wet and freezing cold except where it was pressed against Barry's warm skin. We clung to each other, shivering, as they tried without success to pry our arms off each other. Then they backed off and left us alone, and for a minute I thought this might actually work.
"No! What are you doing? You'll kill them!" I heard Josh shout.
I looked up and saw a plastic garbage bag coming toward our heads. They wrapped our heads together in one bag and twisted the opening around our necks, cutting off most of our air. "Fuck, what'll we do now?" Barry muttered, his breath hot against my ear. I had no answer. We kept on stubbornly holding each other as we took turns breathing in the air that the other guy had just exhaled. I felt Barry's breath growing ragged, along with my own, as our lungs labored to suck out the last of the oxygen. I began to see dark spots swimming before my eyes against the dark green background of light filtering through the plastic. I felt Barry's grip start to loosen as the strength was sapped from his strong limbs. By the time his head lolled against my shoulder, I barely remembered where we were or what we were trying to do.
The next thing I knew, I was being stretched out on the big dining table, gulping in lungfuls of cool fresh air. I looked past the guys holding me and saw Barry's limp form being carried up the stairs by Dan and four big guys. Most of the others followed them, but a bunch of them stayed with us, including Tom, still dressed only in his pajama bottoms, his roommate Rick, and three guys who were holding a struggling Josh, who calmed down when he saw I was awake.
"I'll let you get dressed if you want to, Tom," Rick said. "On one condition: you have to promise never to try to get me back for today." "
Forget it, pal. No deal."
"Okay, then just promise not to do anything to me while I'm asleep."
"All right. Fair enough." Tom turned to go upstairs, then turned back. "Wait. What are you gonna do to these guys while I'm away?"
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt 'em."
"You guys okay?" Tom asked us.
"Kind of hungry, that's all," I said. I knew it wouldn't do any good to complain that I didn't like lying on a table in my shorts with hands all over me.
"What about it, Rick? Will you give them something to eat?"
"Sure, Tom. I promise. Go get dressed, buddy."
As Tom went upstairs, I thought I heard Barry's voice filtering down through the floor, pleading with his captors. But I must have imagined it. Barry never begs.
"Remember those leftover lasagna noodles Cook left in the fridge last night?" Rick asked someone. "Go find 'em. Wait! Nuke 'em for, oh, ninety seconds."
Man, pasta sounded delicious right now, with or without sauce.
"Afraid of what Tom will do to you if he catches you using ice cold noodles?" another guy asked Rick, poking him in the ribs. Rick flushed. Cold noodles would have been fine with me. My stomach was growling now that it knew there was going to be food in it soon. You'd think I would learn. Josh was going to get to eat before I did. And before my stomach was going to have pasta in it, it was going to have pasta on it. I suspected something was up when they stretched me out spread-eagle.
I finally figured it out when Rick took a noodle out of the bowl with his fingers. I've had pasta stuffed down my shirt front once before, during a food fight, but that time I was fighting back, grinding some mashed potatoes into the other guy's face. This felt a little different, being held down on a table by four guys while a fifth laid strips of wide lasagna noodles across my naked chest and belly as carefully as if he were planning to add a layer of sauce and a layer of ricotta on top and stick me in the oven. And it felt even more different having my best friend reluctantly bend over and eat it off of me. Josh took his time at that, carefully cleaning off the little bits that clung starchily to my chest hairs. And if I didn't know better, I'd swear he deliberately chewed on my nipple before he ran his tongue across it. Then it was his turn to be held down while noodles were laid across his torso. They made a nice contrast with his tan, almost as good as my white briefs he was dressed in. But I was too hungry to admire the visual appeal for too long, and quickly ate down to the bare skin. His smooth chest was easy to lick clean, but I bit one of his nipples when I got to it, just for revenge, and was rewarded by a groan.
When I looked up, I saw that Tom had returned, fully dressed now in a T-shirt and jeans and sneakers, his blond hair combed. He was watching our latest humiliation with a wry expression of sympathy. When our eyes met, he looked away. He seemed about to say something to Rick when we heard a man screaming upstairs. Tom glanced at the ceiling, then stared at his feet. Many of his fraternity brothers looked almost as uncomfortable.
"See, Tom, I'm being really good to *my* prisoners," Rick said. "Not like whatever the hell Dan is doing up there to their friend."
"Rick... maybe it's time to let them go."
"They had their chance, man. They decided to stay with their buddy."
Tom glanced at the ceiling and bit his lip. "Yeah..."
"Anyway, do *you* want to be the one to explain to Dan that we let them go when he left me in charge of them?"
"If you were there to back me up, sure."
"Forget it. But if you want, you can pick the next thing we do to them."
"Yeah, right. I asked you to feed them, and you fucking turned it into another game."
"This time you'll be here to keep me in line."
"Game..." Tom muttered. "I know! Hang on a second."
He ran over to the side of the stairs and opened a small door that led into a closet, and crawled halfway in to rummage around.
"Found it!" his muffled voice said. He returned to us holding up a long box and grinning. It was hand-labeled "FF Supplies."
"All *right*!" said one of the guys.
"We haven't done that for what? Six months?" said another.
"This'll be *good*!" Suddenly Josh tried to make a break for it, but two of the guys surrounding us grabbed his arms. He struggled, wide-eyed. What was he afraid of? What did "FF" stand for?
"I want to do them first!"
"No, we're gonna set them on each other," Tom said.
He opened up the box and took out the supplies: two feathers. Not ordinary little feathers like the one they'd given Josh to tickle me with the previous night, but huge fluffy ones that had to be at least two feet long. Ostrich feathers, I guess. Nothing else could be that big. I glanced at Josh, who had stopped struggling, although he was breathing hard and sweat was running down his chest. He looked more puzzled than panicked now.
"Those aren't for outsiders, Tom," Rick objected.
"Who says?"
"We usually use them for pledges."
"Bullshit," said one of guys holding Josh. "We all had a big tournament with them two years ago, at the end of the school year. And guys used to bring their friends over for this all the time."
"Yeah, and my freshman year I heard there was an organized game against the Delts," said the guy who'd stripped off my shirt the night before.
"That was how I first heard of this fraternity."
"Well, okay then," Rick said.
Tom handed me one of the feathers and gave Josh the other one after his fraternity brothers had let go of his arms. Josh no longer seemed interested in running away. All the Tau Beta Delta guys formed a circle around us, as casually and without discussion as football players forming a huddle or basketball players lining up for a free throw. They gripped each other's forearms, making a solid unbreakable ring.
"The rules are pretty simple," Tom told us. "You can probably figure it out. Officially we stop after fifteen hits, but in your case I don't know if we'll be that merciful."
The game -- I eventually figured out it was called "feather fencing" -- was actually a lot of fun. I knew I didn't stand a chance against Josh, but I think I got as many hits on his unguarded ribs as his did on mine, if anyone was keeping score. They just weren't as effective. It went on for a long time, but after awhile we were both out of breath and I was doubled over from laughter after a quick series of soft brushes along my sides. At that point, Rick jumped into the ring, quickly pulling off his T-shirt like someone who's been watching other guys swimming on a hot day and can't resist the cool inviting water for one more minute.
He grabbed the feather from me and started attacking Josh with it, but he had no more luck than I had. Rick was a little less ticklish than me, it seemed, but Josh slowly wore him down. Pretty soon he was rolling on the floor laughing, and trying to protect himself with his arms. I couldn't resist grabbing his free arm, even though it was probably against the rules, and Josh stood over him and attacked his undefended ribs and armpit. Tom then jumped in, also pulling off his T-shirt. They guys still in the ring expanded to arm's length to give the four of us enough room. I thought Tom was going to punish me for illegal holding, or at least rescue his fallen roommate, but instead he pinned Rick's other hand and grabbed the feather out of it. Both he and Josh ganged up on his helpless roommate, with me lying beside him and helping to pin him. We all were laughing almost as hard as Rick was. It was a blast! The guys surrounding us seemed to be enjoying it too. Suddenly we became aware that some of the spectators had stopped laughing and were looking in the direction of the stairway. A few seconds later, Dan pushed apart two of the guys in the ring and glared down at us.
Rick opened his eyes to see why we'd stopped tickling him, and whispered "Oh, shit."
***
"I'm disappointed in you, Rick," Dan said. "I thought you could keep them under control."
I belatedly took my hands off of Rick's bare shoulder and arm and tried to look like I was under control.
"They are! We just decided--"
"Who's 'we?' You and Tom? Where'd you even get the idea that Tom was allowed to get dressed?"
"It was all my fault, Danny," Tom started to say.
"Stow it. You've both lost clothes privileges for a week."
"'Clothes privileges? What the hell does that mean?" Rick asked.
"It means you guys aren't allowed to wear anything inside the house," chuckled one of the guys who'd remembered the precedents for letting outsiders feather fence. "No underwear, no robes, no towels, nothing."
"What about Monday night when the guys always come around to watch the game?" Rick asked, sounding stunned.
"I guess you'll have to choose between hiding in your room all night," Dan said, "-- if we let you -- or coming down and following the rules."
"What about meals?" Tom asked.
"What do you think?"
"You can't treat us like pled--" Rick started to say, but at that moment he and Tom were grabbed by their fraternity brothers and roughly stripped. Not just the ones who had come down with Dan; even the ones that had been standing around enjoying the feather fencing match were helping to forcibly pull their clothes off.
They were very efficient about it, like they overpowered and stripped men every day. Of course, the two roommates were already bare to the waist, which made it easier since they could keep their arms pinned. One guy grabbed each of them from behind and wrapped his arms around him. As soon as his pants were around his ankles, he was lifted off the ground while someone tugged his shoes and socks off and pulled his pants completely off, and by that time another guy had taken a hold of his shorts. They had both of the big men naked in thirty seconds flat. Rick looked a lot less self-confident this time than he had this morning when he'd been waiting in line with a bunch with of other naked guys for a blowjob. Now he and Tom looked very vulnerable, surrounded by dozens of fully clothed men, and they knew it was going to be like that all week. I felt sorry for them. I'd been getting to like them, almost. "Jim and Andy, your room is closest to the front door. Go up to their room and impound every scrap of clothing they've got, to make sure they don't try to cheat. Dressers, hampers, on the floor -- check everywhere. Whenever they need to leave the house, they can ask one of you for some clothes." He tossed the clothes Tom and Rick and been wearing a minute ago to one of the guys he'd addressed. Someone else passed them the shirts the two men had taken off voluntarily when they'd waded into the fencing match. "Danny," Tom pleaded, "I'm sorry about last night. Don't take it out on Rick." "So, anyway," Dan said, pointedly ignoring Tom, "it looks like we don't need these guy anymore. We're all set for entertainment for the next week." There was general chuckling at that, from everyone who was wearing more than underwear. "You're free to go," he told us. "John, go get their clothes." "Not without Barry," I said. "What have you done with him?" "He's free to go too," Dan said with a shrug. He nodded in the direction of the stairway, and I saw that Barry was standing near the foot of the stairs. Somehow I'd been too distracted to even notice when they brought him down. He was still dressed in Josh's boxer shorts. Or maybe they had just put them back on him, for all I knew. When I say "standing," I use the term loosely. He was leaning on the shoulder of one of the bigger Tau Beta Delta guys, grinning broadly and obviously very drunk. Leaning on him so heavily that he was pulling the guy's shirt askew, revealing curly brown chest hair and a dark nipple. But the guy didn't seem to care; he was too busy laughing at Barry's unsteady balance.
I found myself laughing too. Partly out of relief that Barry wasn't visibly damaged by whatever they'd done to him up there, but mostly out of delight at seeing him drunk. Oh, sure, he got drunk almost every weekend -- but not anywhere near this drunk. Just enough to lower his inhibitions against pushing weaker guys around. For Barry, that took about half a can of beer, and usually he didn't even need that. I'd never once seen him drunk enough to need another man to lean on, trying and failing to stand up straight.
"It's not funny, dude!" Josh told me. "I heard this one fraternity actually killed a guy by making him chug too much."
I'd heard that too. Not at our school, but somewhere else. And they hadn't even had to hold the guy down and pour the liquor down his throat, the way I suspected they'd done to Barry. I tried to choke back my laughter as best I could, but I still had trouble taking it seriously. Josh glared at me and went over to Barry and put his hand on his shoulder.
"You okay, dude?" The guy Barry had been leaning on now gave his shoulder a little push, tipping him over so that he collapsed into Josh's arms. Barry just laughed at this, grabbing Josh by his bare shoulders and trying to right himself. I gave up on trying to not laugh, and stepped up beside Josh to help support him.
"Your clothes are over by the door," Dan told us. "Now get out of here before we think of something else to make you do."
We each supported our drunken comrade with one hand under a hairy armpit and the other arm across his naked back, and walked him over to the door leading to freedom.
"I love you guys, you know that?" Barry said, his voice slurred. We didn't bother to reply.
"Hey, cut it out!" I heard Tom say behind us. I glanced back in curiosity. I couldn't see what had happened, but the two naked men were still surrounded by a dozen of their fraternity brothers. They were in for a hell of a week.
We did find our own clothes in one big pile near the door.
"You'll probably have to help him get dressed," Dan pointed out unnecessarily. "Unless you want to take him home that way, of course. Your call."
"Josh, do you want your shorts back?" I asked half seriously, sliding my fingers under the waistband of the boxers that Barry was wearing.
"No, dude," Josh laughed. "Let's get dressed and get out of here before they change their minds." So we set Barry down on the floor while we untangled our clothes from each other. We each found our pants and pulled them on. Even my wallet was there, but I didn't dare insult them by checking its contents now.
Barry sprawled back and made no attempt to get his own pants on, so we hauled him to his feet and Josh lifted him off the ground from behind while I picked up one leg at a time and got his pants on. Pretty much the reverse of what we'd just seen done to poor Tom and Rick, but it wasn't as easy as the Tau Beta Delta guys had made it look. No one stopped us as we put our socks and shoes on our own feet and then Barry's. As soon as we all had our shirts on, we dragged Barry out the door without buttoning them, afraid to push our luck. But when no one came after us, we tucked them in and buttoned them up before going out around front to the street.
I'll say that much for Dan. True to his promise that Tau Beta Delta doesn't brag outside its walls about what it's done to its enemies -- or to its brothers, it seems -- he let us walk out of there fully dressed and unescorted, as if nothing had happened. That much, at least, was better than what we were originally going to do to him if he hadn't escaped from our fraternity. I wonder if he'd have been so generous if he'd known that Barry had planned to make him walk home wearing nothing but beer-soaked underwear.
We got a few curious glances on the street, but as far as anyone could tell, Josh and I were just helping a drunken fraternity brother stagger home from a bar or a party or something. We got some more stares from when we got back to our own fraternity house, of course, since everyone knew perfectly well that Barry was the last guy we would have gone out drinking with, but we refused to explain and no one pressed us. We helped Barry up to his room, and since he looked ready to pass out, we laid him down on the bedspread, and took his shoes and socks off.
"We should probably get some food into him before we let him sleep it off," Josh said.
"How about that box of whole wheat crackers we've got in our room?" I suggested.
"Yeah, that should be perfect. Why don't you go down and get it."
When I got back with the crackers, I was startled to find Josh in the process of getting dressed again, pulling his pants up over his own shorts. Barry was asleep under the covers, with the sheet pulled up to his bare shoulders, and his clothes were scattered on the floor.
Josh tossed me my briefs, saying, "I don't know how you stand these, dude. Having fabric touching my balls all the time makes them itch."
He seemed to expect me to change into them right there in Barry's room. He waited, with his arms folded across his bare chest, making no move to finish getting dressed. I wondered why he'd needed to take his shirt off to change shorts, but then, Josh has always been very particular about the order in which he gets dressed and undressed. He acts like he'd feel silly wearing a shirt with no pants, even for a few seconds. Or, come to think of it, maybe it'd the other way around; maybe he feels sexy wearing pants and no shirt. Anyway, I followed his lead, and took my own shirt off before removing the rest of my clothes. Even after all we'd been through together, it felt strange, stripping naked in front of my roommate in someone else's room, with our customary tormentor naked and unconscious under the covers. I wasn't sure whether I found it embarrassing, or titillating. It's funny, the kinds of stupid little things that used to seem weird to me when they were still new experiences.
***
One Friday evening a few weeks later, Josh and I were sitting beside each other on my bed, dressed in T-shirts and shorts for the moment, stroking each other's cocks, when a knock came at our door.
"Go away, we're busy!" I yelled.
The door opened anyway. We jumped and tried to cover ourselves, but it was only Barry. Who else would barge in like that?
"Dude, we told you not to interrupt us when we're jacking off," Josh said.
"This is your last warning, buddy," I added. "Remember what Josh and I said we'd do to you next time? That was no idle threat."
Barry's hands reflexively moved to protect his belly, but he said, "Sorry, guys, but I didn't want you to miss out on the fun."
"The movie's not for two hours at least, dude," Josh said. "Quit bugging us. If you're that worried about getting tickets, go on without us and we'll meet you in front of the theater."
"Fuck the movie," Barry said cheerfully. "I've brought home some much better entertainment. Ought to keep us busy the whole weekend. Come up to my room."
"When we're done," I said firmly. "You'll want to see this right away. I promise."
"Then bring it here," Josh said wearily. After Barry shut the door, he told me, "I think the poor dude likes to watch us, and won't admit it. Maybe we should invite him to join us sometime. Hey, I see part of you likes that idea a lot!"
We were just getting back into it when we heard Barry's footsteps thumping as he struggled back to our room, apparently with a heavy burden. He'd left the door a little ajar, and bumped it open with his shoulder. He had a guy slung over his shoulder. Josh and I cursed in surprise and hurriedly stuffed our cocks back into our shorts.
We took a closer look as Barry carried him to the middle of the room, between our beds. His burden was a man with light brown hair, trussed up, hand and foot. His t-shirt had ridden halfway up his back from the way he was being handled. When Barry dumped him unceremoniously on the floor, I recognized him the second I saw his face. It was Dan, the bastard who'd lured us to Tau Beta Delta a couple of weeks ago and then presided over our humiliation. He was gagged, and he looked gratifyingly terrified.
Josh jumped up and threw his arm around Barry's neck, pulling his head down and playfully tousling his hair. "You sneaky *bastard!* How'd you do it, buddy?"
"This is gonna being an interesting weekend," I said as I knelt down beside Dan's helpless form and started pulling his shirt up as far as I could, with his arms bound behind his back.
"Do we have any ice cream?"
The End
