Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:25 pm
I apologize for the long introduction. I ease into my stories like an old man getting into a hot bath!
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You'll get some TUGs in this one... :bondage1:
TUG Institute: Danny's Ordeal- Chapter 2
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump... "Dude, do you mind!? I've still got a headache from last night!" Tyler whined. He had been busy pushing all of the large, wood-paneled common room's furniture toward the perimeter. This left an empty void usually occupied by the squishy, overstuffed chairs and sofas that the brothers lounged in between classes and in the evening. Tonight, however, the room would be host to one of the largest, and most anticipated, parties of the year.
Danny had just dragged a large plastic footlocker to the bottom of the once-opulent house's central stairway. "Sorry, man. I was just too beat to carry the thing," said Danny. Tyler shrugged.
"What's in the box?" Tyler asked.
"Toys," replied Danny, offhandedly.
Tyler smiled. "Toys eh?" Danny's proclivities weren't exactly secret among the brothers of Sig Ep. "You do realize that we've got a party to prepare for?"
"Yeah, man, but I've got pledges to break. You know... torments to devise, psyches to bruise, egos to contain..." Danny laughed.
"You do, indeed. And you do it so well!" Tyler replied, laughing along with his fellow brother. "So, what is it this time?"
"Oh, I've just got some demerits to dole out, that's all. You'll see." Danny was wearing one of his signature smirks, which brought a questioning look to Tyler's face.
"Those two flunkies who blew us off last night?"
"Yup!" Danny answered.
"Oh, man! I feel bad for the sons of bitches!" laughed Tyler. "Don't let me get in your way."
Holding on to one end, Danny towed the wheeled footlocker toward the rear of the house. Down a carpeted hallway, off limits to party goers and daily guests alike, was a shared bathroom used only by the brothers that was light years cleaner than the house's larger facilities, which would surely become trashed by the time the last partier staggered from the house in the wee hours of the morning.
Danny kicked open the door, revealing a bathroom the size and style of which you might see in a small health club. There were four stalls, an equal number of urinals (the older kind that go all the way down to the floor), and a communal shower. The room's lights blinked on automatically as he dragged the plastic footlocker into the brilliantly white, tiled room. This bathroom, thankfully, didn't reek of the overpowering stench of urine that plagued the public restrooms near the common room.
Danny pushed the footlocker against the wall and opened its hinged lid, revealing numerous coils of rope, duct tape, gags, funnels, rubber tubing, among other forbidding and provocative items. After taking a mental inventory, Danny turned and strode from the room. He returned, minutes later, hefting a case of the most insidiously disgusting beer ever to spew forth from an American brewery- Natty Ice!
There were two whole kegs of Magic Hat # 9 on ice in the kitchen, but Danny couldn't see wasting beer of that quality on these two buffoons. He plopped the heavy cube onto the counter, ripped open the box, and removed numerous cans of the swill. Danny then reached for the thin metallic rod protruding from the back of the faucet of the nearest sink, plugging the basin's drain. He did the same on the room's two other white porcelain sinks.
The crisp crack of opening beer cans soon pierced the silence of the bathroom. Within minutes, Danny had opened each of the twenty-four cans, then began dumping the wretched contents into the three sinks- eight cans in each. "Gross!" Danny laughed out loud. He continued to laugh, thinking about how warm, stale, and flat the Natty would be in a couple hours time. He couldn't wait. He was almost giddy.
...
A group of senior brothers and frat leadership sat clustered on the leather sofas pushed toward the corner of the common room. They had been discussing the coming party, ensuring that they had covered all of their bases. Danny was about to review, for the fourth or fifth time, the elaborate punishment that he had devised for their two most questionable pledges. In fact, Tyler, Sigma Phi Epsilon's president, had just been voicing his concern that Danny's plans seemed harsh, and possibly a bit over the line. Danny disagreed, and was about to elaborate on why when the large oak front door burst open, through which sprang both Kenny and Patrick. "You're on, dude," said Tyler.
Danny leapt from the couch and marched across the common and into the foyer, where the two boys stood, sweating and panting. "DON'T YOU FUCKIN' KNOCK!" Danny screamed, mere inches from Patrick's trembling face. Danny was biting his tongue to suppress his signature grin. He turned back toward his brothers, many of whom were now standing. "Tyler!" he called.
"Yeah, Danny?" he answered.
"What TIME is it?"
"Uh, my watch says 7:01, brother," said Tyler.
Danny turned back toward the terror-stricken pledges, continuing to feign rage. "SEVEN O ONE!" he bellowed, spraying spittle all over Patrick as he did.
Patrick began to stammer, glancing at his own watch. "Bu..but Pledge Master, it's not even..." he began, though Danny interrupted, turning toward his advancing brothers.
"The NOOB says we can't fucking tell time!! Can you BELIEVE this shit!" Danny spat at his fellow brothers, adding a wink at the end- before turning back toward the gob-smacked boys with a disturbing glare.
Tyler now stood beside Danny as he continued to rant. "LATE! Un-fucking-believable!"
Kenny began to stammer. "But Danny, the shuttle was late and ... we... we were waiting forever, and..."
"The SHUTTLE! Is THAT the kind of man you're going to be? One whose life is dictated by PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION?!" Danny screeched incredulously, turning to look toward Tyler, who was struggling to fight back laughter. Seeing that his brother was about to piss his pants, Danny quickly returned his attention to the boys, who were standing there with their mouths agape.
"The Sig Ep creed. I'm going to assume that you've been as lax about learning our creed, as you've been in participating in our cherished, time-honored rites? Am I correct?!" Danny demanded. "Ha?"
"Uh... no, Pledge Master," Kenny replied as beads of sweat began forming on the boy's forehead.
"Oh? Really? Tyler..."
Tyler stepped forward, mustering as much of a scowl as he could manage. "I believe that to be a good member..." he began, slowly and evenly. Silence. Tyler repeated the phrase. "I believe that to be a good member..."
Patrick, at least, seemed to get the drift. "I must be loyal to my fraternity," he murmured, as inaudibly as he'd spoken earlier in the day while groveling with his Pledge Master.
Tyler turned toward Danny. "What the fuck did he say?!"
"I must be loyal to my fraternity," Patrick repeated with a bit more confidence.
"You must be WHAT?!" Tyler demanded, with even greater emphasis.
"I MUST BE LOYAL TO MY FRATERNITY!!" both Patrick and Kenny bellowed simultaneously.
"Were you being LOYAL to your fraternity when you two chicken-shit douche bags skipped out on the first night of Sig Ep initiation rites?" Tyler spat.
"Uh... ah... I already told Danny..." Kenny stammered.
"Call me Danny again and you're going to pay for it!" He snapped his fingers, and a roll of black Gorilla Tape was thrust into Danny's open palm by a fellow brother at his rear. Patrick and Kenny exchanged terror-stricken looks as Danny pulled a considerable length of the tough, resilient tape from its roll. Kenny took an instinctive step backward, only to encounter the wall that was Sig Ep brother John- a defensive linesman on the university's football team.
Kenny looked up at the hulking young man, emitting a pitiful squeak. Only one with the instincts of a linesman would have recognized the subtle shift of positioning- John had Patrick's bicep in his iron grip before the boy cold even begin to bolt for the door. Though Kenny seemed resigned to his fate, John grabbed a hold of his arm as well- just for good measure.
Danny stepped forward- tape in hand. Patrick seemed more likely than Kenny to resist, so Danny began wrapping the tape around his head, blindfolding the boy with at least four complete layers. Patrick was breathing heavily; rapidly breaking out in fear sweat. Danny moved to Patrick's side, ripping a long strip of Gorilla Tape away from the roll. John tightened the already vise-like grip that he had on his captive's bicep as Danny began taping Patrick's arms together, just above the elbows. He encircled Patrick's arms more than a dozen times, creating a thick, inescapable band of tape.
This quick application of tape alone was enough to render Patrick incapable of mounting any sort of significant resistance. Danny tapped John's tree trunk of an arm, and he released his grip on Patrick. Danny seized him by the shoulders, and began to spin the pledge in circles- at least twenty times. He then shoved Patrick, sending him staggering into the common room, where he careened into brother Sean. Sean flicked the helplessly disoriented Patrick in the nose- hard, before sending him in the direction of Tyler.
Tyler flicked the boy on the nose; pinched, then twisted each of Patrick's nipples through his T-shirt; spun him around a few more times- in the opposite direction; then pushed him back toward John. Throughout all of this, Patrick was continuously producing amusing grunts of protestation. John grabbed him by the arm once again, and, with a nod from Danny, propelled him toward the frat house's back hallway with one almighty shove. John followed close behind.
Kenny watched all of this unfold in shock, along with Danny, whose expression communicated nothing but utter amusement. The familiar tearing of duct tape separating from its roll shook Kenny from his dazed stupor as Danny wrapped his elbows together as well. Kenny was a bit thinner, and more wiry than Patrick. Danny took advantage of this fact, wrenching the boy's elbows together until they touched. Kenny grunted as Danny spun him around to face him. He pulled more tape from the roll, then blindfolded Kenny just as he had with Patrick. Unlike Patrick, however, Danny had noticed that Kenny we exhibiting the beginnings of a hard-on!
"How's that, Kenneth?" Danny spat.
"Ungh..." was Kenny's response. Danny's grin was back! He turned his wry expression upon his brothers, many of whom were all to familiar with Danny's preferred brand of justice. None seemed surprised that their Pledge Master's plans were unfolding just as he'd described, and that he had two boys, tied, helpless, and at his mercy.
Danny winked at his brothers, then took Kenny by the arm and led him toward Sigma Phi Epsilon's private bathroom. "What are ya gonna do?" squeaked Kenny, pathetically.
"Teach your cowardly ass about loyalty and brotherhood, that's what." He ushered Kenny through the bathroom door, where John had already made himself comfortable sitting atop Patrick, who lay face-down on the tile floor. Tyler was leaning against one of the beer-filled sinks. He reached up and flicked Kenny on the nose this time.
"Owww!" Kenny whined.
"Kenneth!" exclaimed Tyler. "A member of Sigma Phi Epsilon has the obligation to...." Tyler paused for a moment in order to let his message sink into the shell-shocked boys. "A member of Sigma Phi Epsilon has the obligation to..." No response. The fraternity president looked up at Danny.
"I guess we haven't gotten our point across yet. We'd better differentiate our instructional methods!" Danny said gleefully, drawing from his background as an ed. major. He stepped forward and pants'd Kenny, allowing him to retain his red boxer-briefs. Danny thrust the sole of his Adidas runners against the back of Kenny's knee, causing him to collapse onto the floor alongside Patrick and the hulking brother, John.
Danny grabbed for a coil of thick, black rope as John thrust his palm into Kenny's back, shoving him, face down, into the hard tile floor. Danny straddled Kenny's butt, facing his legs. He reached forward, pulling Kenny's feet upward- toward his soft perch. Danny pulled off Kenny's sneakers and no-show socks, then tossed the pledge's bunched jeans into the hallway. He was crossing Kenny's naked ankles when the boy began to stammer. "A... a member of Sigma Phi Epsilon has the obligation to... has the obligation to... Uh...uh."
Beneath the considerable weight of linesman John, the terrified Patrick blurted, "...the obligation to understand what brotherhood means." Patrick repeated the line, even louder. "A MEMBER OF SIGMA PHI EPSILON HAS THE OBLIGATION TO UNDERSTAND WHAT BROTHERHOOD MEANS!" He continued. "In order to be loyal to my fraternity, I must love it. To be loyal to my fraternity, I must gain a knowledge of it so that I may understand it!" The football player rose and fell slightly as the desperate Patrick fought for breath under John's crushing weight.
"Hey! Look who finally woke up!" chuckled Danny in a false laugh. "So, A member of Sigma Phi Epsilon has the obligation to ..."
"...understand what brotherhood means!" chanted both Kenny and Patrick simultaneously.
"Awww! Good! Good!" Danny laughed. "That's the very point we hope to drive home tonight!" He began wrapping the black rope around Kenny's crisscrossed ankles in a repeated figure eight pattern. Danny knotted the remaining ends of the rope tightly, eliciting a grunt from Kenny in response.
"Dude? Kenny? What the hell are they doing to you?" Patrick gasped between labored breaths.
"They're tying me up!" Kenny squeaked.
Patrick began to thrash his legs and head. "Let me go! Please! What are you gonna do?!" John began to laugh- maniacally- almost like a Bond villain.
"You're going NOWHERE!" came John's deep, sonorous voice. Patrick began to cry.
Now that his ankles were securely bound, Danny climbed off of his captive. He pulled Kenny to his knees, noticing once again that he seemed to have a bit in common with this boy- as much as he hated to admit it. The slight hard-on beneath Kenny's briefs had become even more pronounced with the application of the rope around his ankles.
Danny lifted a pair of scissors from the countertop, and began cutting the tape binding Kenny's upper arms. He tore the thick band of tape away from the pledge's skin in one ceaseless, fluid motion. Kenny cried out in agony.
"What are they doin'? What are they doin'?" Patrick squealed, absolutely terrified. Kenny didn't answer, though he continued to whimper at the stinging pain of having most of the fine, blonde hairs of his upper arms ripped out by the Gorilla Tape. Following the removal of the tape, Kenny's forest green UVM T-shirt was roughly lifter over his head.
"Backwards!" Danny commanded, lightly kicking Kenny's knees and thighs as he shuffled toward the urinals. Kenny had progressed no more than a couple of feet before pausing. His feet had dropped into the depression that was the basin of the floor-length, vintage urinals. "Keep it movin'!" Danny spat, as he pushed Kenny's chest with the palms of his hands, seating the boy's back against the cold, damp porcelain surface of the urinal. Kenny said nothing.
Another long coil of black rope was clutched in Danny's palm. He stuck the coil under his arm, then grabbed a hold of Kenny's wrists, wrenching them above his head, and alongside the chrome water supply pipe at the top of the urinal. "Keep 'em there!" Danny commanded. With one end of the rope in hand, Danny encircled both of Kenny's arms at the elbows, as well as the chrome pipe. He cinched, then knotted the loop, and began wrapping his arms and the pipe in this manner all the way to the boy's wrists, where a second cinched knot was tied.
Danny had run out of rope. He whistled to Tyler, who'd been watching his fellow brother perform the ritualistic ropework with a bemused grin, and pointed at the pile of black coils in the footlocker. "Gimme a shortie," said Danny.
Tyler tossed Danny the rope, which he unwound and used to tie Kenny's wrists together. He wound the soft, black rope around the pledge's wrists a number of times, then encircled the coils, cinching them tightly before knotting. Danny ran the rest of this rope up between Kenny's palms, above which a heavy metallic flush valve had been plumbed into the pipe. He pulled up on the rope- hard- before securing the remaining end to the pipe, above the flush valve.
Danny stood back to admire his handiwork, quite satisfied with his choice of venue for the evening's festivities. He extended his forefinger, then ran it up Kenny's naked right flank and across his armpit. Kenny inhaled sharply in response. "No, don't!" he squealed, immediately wishing that he hadn't. Danny, however, wasn't in a tickling mood- yet. He turned toward the footlocker, retrieving one very large coil of the same rope.
Sig Ep's "Pledge Master" stepped toward his helpless captive, unraveling the long coil at the same time. He found its center, at which he doubled over the rope. Where it protruded through the wall, above the urinal, Danny captured the chrome steel pipe with the doubled center of the rope. He passed the two trailing ends through the bight, then drew all slack from the loop, securing the rope to the pipe.
The remaining ends of the long rope hung down to the left and right of Kenny's bound arms and head. Though he said nothing, the pledge was breathing heavily and emitting occasional, barely audible moans as he tested the effectiveness of Danny's practiced bondage. Danny was certainly enjoying himself. Kenny was cute- if not a bit naive and lacking in maturity.
Danny crouched at Kenny's side. He threaded the dangling rope on the boy's right under his bound ankles, then tossed the remainder to Kenny's left. Danny crawled in the same direction, then threaded the second hanging rope under the boy's ankles as well, but from the opposite side. With a flick of his wrist, Danny sent the remaining length shooting out behind Kenny. Danny crept forward on his knees until his chest was against that of his captive. With both arms, Danny reached to the right and to the left of the boy, seizing the ends of the two ropes. Danny pulled on both, taking up the slack. The effect was to force Kenny's bound feet up off the urinal's basin.
Danny knew that he now had a hard-on to match Kenny's. He wrapped the ends of the ropes around his palms, then wrenched upward on each until Kenny's ankles were drawn up at least six inches from the base of the porcelain urinal. Without releasing any of the ropes' tension, Danny wrapped the ends around Kenny's bound ankles from opposite directions. Finally, he knotted off the remaining inches as Kenny moaned loudly.
Kenny's body weight was suddenly redistributed to rest solely upon his knees, and the awkwardness of the forced position caused the boy to flail his fingers as he fought to mitigate the resulting strain. All he managed to do, however, was catch the urinal's flush valve. With a loud, unanticipated gush, ice cold water cascaded down the rear wall of the urinal, encountering Kenny's bound feet, pressed into the porcelain surface.
The temperature of the water, not to mention its unanticipated arrival, caused Kenny to shriek, then scream, in surprise. The water impacted the soles of his helpless feet, splashing upward and outward against his legs, butt, and back. "We won't do THAT again!" laughed Danny, in sheer delight.
"Oh my god! Kenny! What's wrong? What are they doing?" Patrick stammered, still bearing John's considerable weight.
Kenny was still reeling from the shock of the frigid water. "Uhhh. Ahh. Water. I think... I think I'm in a toilet. A urinal," he finally managed to eek out.
"A urinal? Why?" he cried; his fear intensifying. John began simultaneously flicking Patrick's ear lobes.
"Because..." John began, "we're teaching you courage (flick), perseverance (flick), loyalty (flick), AND brotherhood (FLICK)!" Patrick was reduced to mere whimpers at this assault to his now tender ear lobes.
"Get his ass up," said Danny, gesturing toward the increasingly whiny and grating Patrick. Kenny was bearing this treatment with far more composure than his partner in.... well... non-crime. Patrick began flailing his legs the very instant that John climbed off of his ass. Unconcerned, the three Sig Ep brothers watched in amusement as Patrick scrambled to his feet- still blindfolded and with his arms bound with Gorilla Tape. He thrashed around a bit, then walked headlong into the wall of one of the stalls. Patrick collapsed to the floor in a whimpering heap.
Danny and John were upon the panic-stricken pledge in mere seconds. John held the boy in a suffocating bear hug as Danny removed his jeans, socks, and sneakers. John roughly tore the shirt off Patrick's torso as buttons scattered throughout the bathroom. The brutish linesman pushed Patrick back to the floor as Danny assumed the same seat that John had just vacated.
Patrick was turning out to be nowhere near as docile as Kenny, and Danny motioned for John to stand guard over the boy as he cut the tape from his arms. John hovered above the trembling pledge- a coil of rope at the ready- as Danny peeled the tape away from Patrick's arms. He moaned and cried in protest, squirming beneath Danny's well-toned thighs. Patrick was a bit hairier than Kenny, and, upon removal, the back of the tape looked a bit like a Chia Pet in its early stages of growth!
John planted his big, booted foot on the back of Patrick's neck and between his shoulder blades as Danny climbed off of his lower back. John grabbed one arm while Danny seized a hold of the other. Together they dragged Patrick toward the urinal adjacent to Kenny's, thrusting his back against the cold porcelain. Danny continued to take advantage of John's brute force. The massive linesman held Patrick against the urinal with only his knee, while bracing his arms against the water pipe so that Danny could do what Danny did best.
Danny tied Patrick in exactly the same manner as Kenny, though ensuring that each of the ropes was not only tighter, but that his positioning was even more strict and physically demanding. In fact, the boy began bawling as Danny drew Patrick's bound ankles to nearly twice the height of Kenny's. Patrick sobbed uncontrollably as fat tears streaked down his face and onto the tiles below. Danny was unfazed, and was now stepping away from the footlocker with a number of wooden clothespins in hand.
He gave both of Kenny's nipples a smart pinch before applying two clothespins- side by side- to each. "Uhhhhhhhh," was Kenny's response. His body was still; his muscles relaxed. It reminded Danny of the Zen-like state that he often experienced when expertly immobilized.
Patrick, on the other hand, had worked himself into a terrified rage. "LET ME GO!" he screamed in response to Kenny's moans- seriously misinterpreting his fellow pledge's reaction to the clothespins. "I'll do ANYTHING else! Please...let me go!" he pleaded pitifully.
Danny approached the blindfolded Patrick, then crouched down, positioning his face no more than an inch from his captive's. He spoke calmly, and with no emotion. "I'll let you go, but then you'll keep on going. Through the front door, NEVER to set foot in this house again!" He allowed for a moment of silence in order for the ultimatum to sink in. "Is that what you want?" Danny, Tyler, and John awaited the pledge's response.
Patrick spoke, calmly this time, between deep, steadying breaths. "No.... I'll... I'll stay."
"THAT'S a step in the right direction," said Tyler, continuously evaluating the pledge's handling of this stressful ordeal.
"But... but, when are you gonna untie us?" Patrick asked.
Danny emitted a loud, dismissive exhalation. "I don't know. Like... tomorrow."
Patrick's sobs resumed as Danny applied two clothespins to each of his nipples, while Kenny... was that a grin that flashed across Kenny's face?
Danny was again rifling through his toy box. His hand emerged clutching two very unique plug gags. Whereas most plug gags are constructed of solid rubber, these thick, two-inch plugs had been bored out- a modification of Danny's own design. He approached Patrick first, as he'd already grown tired of his whiny yap. "Open!" Danny commanded. He allowed a few seconds to pass. "OPEN!" he barked.
Patrick shook his head. Danny simply clamped the boy's nostrils closed in response. Still resisting, Patrick struggled to breathe only through his clenched teeth with a frantic wheezing. John stepped forward and dug his thick forefinger into a strategic soft spot on Patrick's shoulder- something he'd done to exact revenge on opposing players during numerous tackle pile-ups. Patrick emitted an ear-piercing scream in response to John's adept manipulation of this pressure point, allowing for just enough clearance for Danny to drive the plug gag home.
"Hold your palm over it while I buckle the strap," Danny instructed to John. They did just that, and then both brothers stepped back from their captive. John chuckled deeply, stepped forward again, and engaged the flush valve of Patrick's urinal. The miserable boy thrashed about the meager amount Danny's highly effective bondage would allow as the flow of water soaked his back and legs.
Danny turned to Kenny, whom he was gaining increasing respect for. Here, he thought, was a very "different" young man from the continuously whimpering Patrick. "Open," he commanded, though lightheartedly. As Danny had expected, Kenny complied-immediately. In went the gag, which Danny quickly secured.
The Sig Ep Pledge Master was back at his footlocker, from which he returned with a short length of chain and a couple of carabineers. He used one of the carabineers to attach an end of the chain to the water supply pipe of Patrick's urinal. The other end was attached to the same location on Kenny's.
Danny now retrieved two large plastic funnels from his toy box, as well as two steel S-hooks, which he used to hang the yellow funnels from the chain- side by side. Glancing at Danny incredulously, though grinning all the same, John motioned to leave the bathroom. It was his job to ensure that the front door was manned as partygoers began to arrive. He chuckled deeply as he exited, giving Danny an almighty slap on the back as he affixed transparent polyethylene tubing to the spouts of each funnel. Danny inserted the opposite end of one of the tubes into the bore hole in Patrick's plug gag. He did the same with Kenny's.
He stood back, staring. Jealous? No. Envious was the right word. Danny was indeed envious of the two helplessly bound boys before him. Patrick trembled uncontrollably, softly sobbing behind the gag. Kenny... well... Kenny was enjoying himself. Of this fact, Danny was absolutely sure. He took one last look at his captives, glanced at the insipid, warm beer festering in the bathroom's three sinks, shut off the lights, then closed the door- leaving the two penitential pledges to their thoughts. The party would start within the hour.