Tau Upsilon Gamma [M+/M+] [update - 3/15/24] NEW POLL

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Who should Mason save?

NATE: plug gag, gorilla tape bonds, nipple clamps
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9%
CODY: duct tape gag, handcuffs, Icy Hot
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23%
LEO: Hoss' sock gag, rope bonds, tickle torture
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50%
RAY: bandana gag, slave harness, in his underwear
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18%
HIMSELF
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LJ is a ridiculously hot man, inside and out, and a great father. I love his thought process and his methodical gathering of empirical evidence. Both Jessup men are stellar hunks and I love them.

:o Boys, what if Mr. Jessup ends up practicing his rope skills on a certain homophobic distant father, eh? :twisted:
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This is very much a case of "youth is wasted on the young" for LJ! So many people on this forum would die if they had the option to be tied up by a bunch of sexy college seniors, bound alongside a hunk like JD, and put into wonderfully tight bondage to boot! I'm happy to see what a great dad LJ is, attempting to understand his son without judgement! I am also looking forward to seeing more of his Dom side grow!
Volobond wrote: 1 year ago :o Boys, what if Mr. Jessup ends up practicing his rope skills on a certain homophobic distant father, eh? :twisted:
I'd thought of that, and while I'd love to see the Major get some comeuppance, we've seen the Major's skills firsthand, and I think he may end up subduing our sexy rodeo stud. I find it hard to believe that the Major would willingly submit.

I'd much rather see LJ practice on a sexier, and more willing, stud... JD perhaps? Maybe LJ can extend his stay and bond with the happy couple?

ALSO! I thought of another set of halloween costumes- Scooby Doo Gang! I'm sure Wade has a pup mask in that store of his that could work nicely!
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gag1195 wrote: 1 year ago I'd thought of that, and while I'd love to see the Major get some comeuppance, we've seen the Major's skills firsthand, and I think he may end up subduing our sexy rodeo stud. I find it hard to believe that the Major would willingly submit.
As much as I love LJ, the Major would thrash him with extreme prejudice. Especially with his weak leg. There are only two characters in this story who would have a chance against him (not including the two who are "on a whole other level"): Hoss and Santucci. And even then it wouldn't be a sure thing.
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I wanted to see more of what the advisor was going to do to his stud ;-) in the bedroom. Lol
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wataru14 wrote: 1 year ago As much as I love LJ, the Major would thrash him with extreme prejudice. Especially with his weak leg. There are only two characters in this story who would have a chance against him (not including the two who are "on a whole other level"): Hoss and Santucci. And even then it wouldn't be a sure thing.
Who said it had to be a fair fight? A little something in his drink, a little ganging up action... :twisted:
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Volobond wrote: 1 year ago LJ is a ridiculously hot man, inside and out, and a great father. I love his thought process and his methodical gathering of empirical evidence. Both Jessup men are stellar hunks and I love them.

:o Boys, what if Mr. Jessup ends up practicing his rope skills on a certain homophobic distant father, eh? :twisted:
I would very much enjoy seeing that happen too. But, if LJ is taking lessons from the advisor, JD would be a willing partner for that. And the advisor would have his fun too, making all the lessons rodeo themed.
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Wow! :D

Am I ever happy, after reading this chapter. It demonstrates what a great writer of stories you are, [mention]Volpbond[/mention]. The characters you create are wonderfully multi-dimensional. You did this to perfection with LJ Jessup. We see him as a concerned father, who looks out for the best interests of his son. He is also curious. He wants to know why Cody likes bondage (BTW...we all know JD likes it...Woof! :twisted: ) and he is open to giving it a try. And LJ is no simple cowpoke. He's perceptive. He reads the other characters real well. Connected to this, he's able to understand bondage is about trust, control, and the exchange of power.

Best of all, [mention]Volpbond[/mention], you do this with humor!

Thank you.

As for Major Dad -- I'm not giving up on him. Not readily showing your emotions is not a bad thing to me. Sphincter muscle behavior and bigotry is. But people can learn and change. I hope the Major does.
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“You sound like Vin Diesel”... hahaha! :lol:
Even though they were dressed, that was pure unadulterated cowboy stud bondage porn at its best, I was hoping the two would eventually be tied up to each other but maybe next time. ;)
Love that LJ is exploring what it is about bondage that's appealing and stimulating to his son as I'm sure he's gained some very valuable insights... and a new hot bondage buddy (in boots) to boot :P
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Conflagration part 1 – The Car Wash

The boys got to the TUG house at around 8 am Monday morning. Everyone else was already gone, but Mason was given a key to get in when he left the advisor’s house the previous evening. They hadn’t been told what to wear for the event, so everyone was just in their standard pledge uniforms. The Upperclassmen had special T-shirts made for their charity events, but Freshmen had to fend for themselves, it seemed. Mason thought it might be another test. Right in the foyer was a stack of supplies for them to load into Cody’s pickup: buckets, overlarge sponges, soap mix, squeegies, a table and cashbox, TUG banners and tablecloth, hoses, and several publicity signs. Nate thought he could have done a much better job than the posters they were given, but he later found out that these were legacy signs. They were made 10 years ago and had been used at every car wash since. For good luck. Frayed and faded as they were, Nate knew there was no arguing with tradition at this house.

Nate and Mason got to ride in the cab of the truck over to the Student Union parking lot, where they had their reserved space, but it was a tight fit so Leo and Ray had to ride in the back with the supplies. At least it was a short trip, Leo thought, but Ray didn’t mind. He often went for runs in the morning and liked being out in the open air. Campus was still asleep at this hour. With no classes, very few college students could resist the urge to go out partying the evening after Parents’ Weekend, so the streets were empty as the pledges drove. Everyone realized the charity event would be a slow start, but would pick up as the day went on. Fundraiser Day was a pretty big deal at MCU, with live music and food carts, so everyone came out to participate eventually.

Mason looked over the books and figures from the previous year as they went. Sales had been good, but not fantastic. Pablo had been in charge, but didn’t manage to surpass Jaquan’s totals from the year before. Personally, he just wanted to make a decent showing and not embarrass himself, but he knew how competitive everyone was and how much the current class had seemed to wow everyone at every turn so far, so he had to put in a good effort. He didn’t want the group’s first failure to be on his shoulders.

The parking lot had been cleared out the previous night after the parents had left, so it was smooth sailing over to TUG’s assigned spot. And it was a good location. Right near the entrance, visible from the street. Other groups would be erecting various stands and things all around, and many were already getting set up, but few could compete with their visibility and access. People would come by them first, and that was a big deal.

The first step was to set up the traffic cones to create the car lanes through their territory, which Ray and Leo did. Cody parked his truck alongside as a backdrop and hung the banners while Nate handled the rest of the decorations and sign-hanging. He had the best eye for it, Mason thought as he got the cashbox sorted and got the tickets and spreadsheets ready. Cody then hooked up the hose to the nearby spigot on the wall and tested the pressure by gently spraying Leo.

“Yup,” he said, as Leo furiously cursed him for dousing him in frigid water, “Looks like it’s all good. Let’s get the buckets filled.”

“You’re gonna pay for that, hayseed,” Leo joked as he poured soap into the line of waiting buckets. “Maybe not today, but soon. And when you least suspect it!” Cody sprayed him again.

Nate looked over at some of the other stands popping up as he painstakingly arranged the banner signs. The theater fraternity was going to do an improv show and was setting up a makeshift stage, while one of the business frats was hooking up a video wall for a Mario Kart tournament. Suddenly he felt a little nervous. Other groups were going all out. Their little car wash seemed puny by comparison. He was getting more than a little worried. The space across from them, on the other side of the entranceway, was empty. It was also a prime spot and he wondered for a moment who had booked it, but the answer soon came to him in the form of Travis’ pickup rounding the corner and pulling in.

“Great,” Leo said to Ray. “We get to spend all day working across from those galoots. Mason better keep an eye on the cashbox. I can definitely see one of them trying to sneak over and swipe our proceeds.”

“Yeah,” Ray said. “Anything to make us look bad.” He looked over and saw Travis get out of the cab. The DIX pledge gave a cocky smile in Ray’s direction and made a neck slit gesture. Ray flipped him off. Travis just smirked as the other DIX pledges hopped out of the cab and started setting up their table. He oversaw the moving of everything, but didn’t actually do any work. Big surprise. He seemed more concerned with his truck getting scratched than anything else. But he did have reason to be protective. Compared to Cody’s old junker, Travis’ ride was a work of art. It wasn’t new, but it was no more than a year or two old, and in pristine condition. “Probably a graduation gift from mommy and daddy,” Ray thought.

Leo and Ray stood back and watched for a moment as DIX set up their own stall in an exact mirror of theirs. DIX’s blue and white banner across from their own red and gold one. Almost like the two flags were having a staring contest. “Wonder what they’re going to be doing,” Leo said. “Throwing their own poop for distance? Taking bets on who can pick the most lice out of their back hair? Not a lot of money in that.” Ray laughed, but stopped in mid-breath as the DIX pledges started taking out traffic cones and arranging them to form a lane off the entranceway. Suspiciously similar to their own. “Wait a minute,” Leo said. “What the hell is going on?”

Travis took out a hose from the back of the truck and connected it to a spigot on the wall of the dining hall. Their hose had an adjustable, professional-grade nozzle on the end. Leo realized that their own only had a $1.99 Home Depot garden nozzle. “Are they doing what I think they’re doing?” Leo said as the DIX pledges produced buckets and sponges. “They fucking are! Hey, M-Dawg. You better get over here and look at this!”

Putting down the strap of fives he was counting, Mason heard the urgency in Leo’s voice and rushed over. “What’s going on?” he said, but he knew the answer as soon as he saw. “Sonnafa… who scheduled this? They shouldn’t be allowed to… every stall needs to be…” he was so mad, he was stammering.

From across the road, Travis smiled and called back. “What’s the matter, losers? Afraid of some competition?” he shouted. The other DIX pledges chuckled as Mason’s confidence visibly melted a little. The five TUG pledges looked on in shocked disbelief as the ropes over the entrance were removed by security and Fundraiser Day officially began.

Things did get off to a slow start. Early on was mostly foot traffic, with few cars. For the first hour it was drips and drabs, with the customers split pretty evenly. TUG was definitely more liked among the general campus population than DIX, but people still went to both. Usually just picking the shorter line. Rivalries like theirs didn’t factor much in the minds of the uninitiated, it seemed. Things began to ramp up a little before lunch, though, and soon a line of cars was forming, ready to enter the parking lot. Once the queue was sufficiently long, the DIX pledges looked at each other, nodded, and as one, stripped off their shirts.

DIX selected their guys for several qualities, and physique and appearance was definitely one of them. Mason could tell that all of them had been hitting the gym hardcore in the recent days, and even he had to recognize the wall of beef across from him. The crowd noticed, as well. Several cars, mostly those piloted by women, pulled into DIX’s lane. Then more. And more. After a short period, DIX had nearly ¾ of the line. And boy, were they milking it for all it was worth. Flexing and stretching as they wiped down the vehicles. Spraying each other with water and toweling themselves off in an extremely sultry manner. It was like watching a bad porno, but it was effective.

Not wanting to be outdone, Cody and Ray disrobed as well, and that picked things up a little, but not enough. Cody could carry off the cheesecake behavior pretty effectively, especially boosted when Nate got the idea to start playing country music from the truck’s speakers to punctuate it. But Ray wasn’t doing as well. He had the body to show off, but not much in terms of “moves.” He was slightly awkward when he tried it, and both the customers and DIX definitely picked up on that. They were getting killed!

Mason was despondent. He was quickly losing control of the situation and was terrified of failure. He couldn’t let the guys down. He, Nate, and Leo had decided to stay fully clothed. Their scrawny physiques wouldn’t win them any customers, so they decided to leave the exposed flesh to the experts. After an hour of dwindling sales, everyone was gloomy and sullen. But then Nate had an idea.

“I’m going to run back to the dorm and grab a few things,” he said. “I want to try something. It might not work, but it certainly can’t hurt.” Mason, only half paying attention, nodded his approval and Nate tore off down the road to the Freshman dorm. It wasn’t far, but TUG would now be down a man, which would hurt them even more in the short term.

Travis, however, was loving it. Clay was off doing his own charity event with the DIX seniors, but if he was here he’d be proud. Proud that his brother was finally one-upping those TUG losers. Travis knew his stock had fallen big time after the spy debacle and he needed a win, ANY win, to get back in the Seniors’ good graces. He shot a look over at Ray, who was scrubbing the windshield on a compact while its owner, a plump Sophomore girl in the marching band, looked on hungrily. His eyes lingered a little longer than they should have and Ray noticed. Trying to regain his composure, Travis made a lewd gesture in Ray’s direction. But Ray now had an audience, and that was where he excelled. He smirked, did a double bicep pose, and crunched his abs. The customer swooned slightly, and shoved a $5 bill in the tip jar on the table. Travis scowled, but Ray just slapped his ass tauntingly and got back to work.

For all Ray’s bravado, however, it wasn’t tipping the scales too much. DIX was still outperforming them by a considerable margin and the guys were getting despondent. And Nate hadn’t arrived back yet. Morale was quite low when Mr. Jessup’s pickup pulled up to their table.
“Howdy boys,” LJ said as he hopped out and gave Cody a welcome hug. Travis scoffed from across the way but LJ flipped him off. “Don’t mind him,” he said. “That boy has probably never seen fatherly affection in his life. I pity him a little.” Ray frowned, but LJ didn’t notice. “I’m just stopping by to support y’all before I head home. I would ask how it’s going but I can see it’s not good.”

Mason was crestfallen. “I just can’t do it,” he said. He didn’t want to admit it, and knew that he shouldn’t be showing weakness in front of DIX, but he just couldn’t hold it back. “I’ve thought of everything, but it’s just not good enough. I’M just not good enough.”

LJ looked around deep in thought as Leo and Ray got to work on his truck. “Looks to me like those guys’re playing to their strengths,” he said. “They know what skills they have and are using them to the fullest. You have to do the same. What strengths do you boys have?”

Mason didn’t understand. He looked over at Leo and Ray, then back at himself. “Wrestling?” he said. “Petty crimes? Math? How is that going to help?”
“What is it that you guys do better than anyone else?” LJ said. “What’s the one thing that sets your group apart that no one else can copy? If you can figure that out, then you’re all set.” Mason stood puzzled while LJ put waaay too much money into the tip box. “You’re brainy enough to find the answer. But I gotta go. It’s a long ride back to the ranch. Good luck to y’all” Cody ran back and hugged his dad goodbye, and then the group watched him pull away and waved.

After LJ departed, Nate came back, with his camera around his neck and toting several large bags full of art supplies. “I had an idea,” he said, panting. “There’s nothing that says we ONLY have to wash cars. I can do sketches and pictures for the customers. Like they do on the streetcorners downtown. It might bring in a little extra money.” Mason glumly nodded, not fully paying attention, and Nate got to work setting up his stool and easel.

Nate’s idea did raise some extra funds, mostly from people who wanted staged snapshots of the boys at work. Ray and Cody had to pose for some beefcake pics in between cars, which Nate then emailed to the customers for a fee, but neither minded too much. Nate also did some quick sketches in charcoal pencil on commission while the other guys were washing: Star Wars, Disney, Marvel, caricatures, etc. And they were all pretty good work for being done on the fly. All in all, it did bring in a good deal of cash, but they were still not competing with DIX’s male revue across the way.

During a lull in the line an hour or so later, Cody leaned back against the hood of his truck, taking a quick breather. Mason was still mulling over what LJ had said and was no closer to an answer than before. Since they had no cars lined up, Cody decided to hop up on the hood and lay back for a spell, stretching his arms and putting them behind his head. He lowered his cowboy hat down over his face to block out the sun. He looked like a studly hood ornament, Mason thought. Wait! That was it!!!

Mason kicked himself for not realizing it before. “What’s the one thing that sets your group apart that no one else can copy?” He called Ray and Leo over for a quick huddle while Nate sketched his 12th Captain America of the afternoon. He had started to make the face of that particular character resemble Ray, and people were responding well to it. As Mason relayed the plan, Ray was slightly confused, but Leo laughed his ass off and nodded vigorously. “This is it,” Mason thought. “Our Hail Mary play.” Leo and Ray snuck around to the bed of Cody’s truck and started rummaging through the junk that was there. After a few moments, each popped back up with a long rope in hand and started making a slipknot loop on one end. Mason headed over to Cody while the others split up and approached the hood of the truck from opposite sides.

“Hey Cody,” Mason said. “I have an idea to help drive up volume and I need your help with it.”

“Sure,” Cody said, raising his hat. He pulled his arms out from behind his head and sat up. “What do I gotta do?”

“Just lay there and look hot,” Mason said. “NOW!” At Mason’s signal, Leo and Ray leapt from the sides of the truck and struck. Each grabbed one of Cody’s arms and slipped a loop around his wrist. Before Cody could react, Mason jumped up and pinned him down to the hood with his body weight. With their prey off-balance, Ray and Leo pulled their ropes tight, stretching Cody’s arms outward, almost to their breaking point. Then they fastened the ropes to the axles of the truck. Cody was now trapped, tied spreadeagle to the hood. Across the way, activity from DIX stopped as they watched in hushed confusion.

“What in the hell’re you doing?” Cody laughed. “How am I gonna wash cars if you got me all tied up?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Mason said. “We’ll handle the dirty work. You just lay here and play the handsome hostage. But I have a few finishing touches to add.” Mason hopped off the truck and went over to where Cody’s legs were hanging down over the bumper. He carefully removed each of Cody’s cowboy boots and put them down on the asphalt nearby. Then he started to unbuckle Cody’s jeans.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Cody laughed. “I’m OK with being a model, but…” Cody never got to finish that sentence. Mason snapped his fingers and Leo immediately wedged a rolled-up bandana between Cody’s teeth. Cody playfully thrashed, all for show, as Leo tied it off behind his head. It was completely ineffective at stifling speech, but it looked good. And that’s what mattered. The captive cowboy put on quite a show of grunting and squealing, which was beginning to draw a crowd of onlookers. While this was going on, Mason undid Cody’s jeans and carefully slid them off.

“Oh, tighty-whities today,” he joked. “Perfect for what I have planned!” Mason tossed Cody’s jeans aside and then carefully put the weathered cowboy boots back on his feet. Ray and Leo popped in and secured more ropes around Cody’s booted ankles. They pulled them tight apart and secured them off, fastening Cody into an X-position, his underwear on display for public viewing. Nate had jumped up when he noticed the attack and been feverishly snapping photos of the whole thing. Cody was chuckling through his makeshift gag, but his eyes widened as Mason approached him with a full bucket in his hands.

“You know what white fabric does when it gets wet, right?” Mason said with an evil sneer.

Cody began to buck and flail, but the ropes holding him fast to the truck hood remained firm. He let out a cry of shock as Mason doused him with the freezing cold water. “Sorry about the temperature,” Mason said. “But it’s always cold fresh out of the spigot.” Cody’s nipples stood erect as the chilling water rushed over his body, beading up on his pecs and abs. But that wasn’t what Mason was aiming for. Cody’s underwear had gotten fully soaked, and just as Mason said, the clean white fabric became slightly transparent. Cody clomped his boots against the bumper of the truck as he realized that a teasing hint of his ample junk would now be outlined for all the world to see.

And see they did! A crowd had been watching the attack with bemused interest, but attention was really piqued when Mason announced to the onlookers that “complimentary with each wash, patrons get to play with their very own helpless cowboy! Do whatever you like to him. I promise he won’t complain.” Mason looked over at Cody’s gag and snickered. Cody grunted and jerked a little, but that’s all he could do. Leo and Ray may have been beginners to the bondage world, but they had learned some tricks from TUG pretty quickly. He wasn’t getting free anytime soon. And soon he realized that he didn’t want to.

The first car that came ripping through the parking lot towards them was driven by four Delta sisters that Cody recognized from the party the other weekend. Not the three who had absconded with Mason, but they were definitely part of his line dance. “Why if it isn’t that dancing cutie from the Bid Night Bash!” one said. “You left so early we never got to chat you up. Well it looks like we have you all to ourselves now!” They slid up onto the hood beside Cody and began to tickle, lick, and tease him all over. Cody became flushed with excitement, which his wet unmentionables were unable to conceal due to their transparency. Nate snapped many quality shots.

When the girls’ car was fully washed, they grudgingly hopped off the hood after giving Cody’s hair a playful tussle. One of them saw his discarded jeans on the ground nearby and stuffed a note with her number in the pocket. “Call me when you’re ‘free’ sometime, stud,” she winked. After ordering a few souvenir photos, the girls blew Cody kisses one last time and drove off.

“OK,” Mason called, “who’s next?” Leo filled up another bucket as a very long line began to form at their queue.

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When night fell on Fraternity Row, the mood was sullen and tense at the DIX house. The pledges were all in a row, kneeling on the floor of the meeting room, with terrified faces. Clay walked back and forth in front of them, scowling and angry. The pledges kept their heads down, afraid of drawing his gaze.

“We give you one small task,” Clay said with venom in his voice. “One tiny job and you are all such fuckups you couldn’t even do it! Do you know how many strings we had to pull to get you that spot? It was just a goddamn car wash and you let those assholes show you up again!”

“I’m sorry, Clay,” Travis said, looking up. “Don’t blame them. It was my fault. I was in charge.” Clay stopped and looked down at his brother. “We were doing great until they got the idea to tie Cody to the hood of the truck. People went crazy after that and they pulled ahead. We were beating them really badly right up to then.”

Clay said nothing. Instead he wound up and slapped Travis across the face with the back of his hand. “And what did you do then, huh? Did you try to come up with an idea to counter that or did you just roll over and die?”

“I asked if we had any rope,” Travis said. “I figured if it was working for them, we could try it, too.” The other pledges winced.

“THAT was your idea?” Clay said, disgusted. “Not washing the cars in your jockstraps? Not passing out free beer with each wash? THAT is what you thought of? What’s wrong with you? I can see that the others had the good sense to shoot that plan down.” Travis bit his lip and didn’t respond. “At least most of you had the smarts not descend into complete faggotry. Unlike my disappointment of a brother here.” Clay leaned in close and whispered into his brother’s ear. “But I guess you were too busy ogling Ray to think ‘straight,’ huh, Travis?”

Clay’s words felt like a punch to the gut. Travis looked straight down, unable to hide his reddening face. “At least your lead was enough going into that bullshit that you didn’t get embarrassed TOO badly,” Clay said to the pledges. “So your punishment will be light. Twenty paddles and then a five-mile run. And I’m letting you wear your shoes because I’m such a nice guy.”

“Thank you SIR!” the pledges shouted in unison.

“Now get out of my sight,” Clay barked. The pledges jumped to their feet en masse and headed for the door, where the Big Brothers were waiting with their paddles to administer the punishments. “Travis,” Clay said. “You stay. We have to talk.”

Travis blanched and kept his head down as the other pledges exited the room and left the two alone.

“What the fuck, man?” Clay said when everyone had gone. “How could you screw that up? I set you up for a grand slam and you whiffed.”

Travis didn’t say anything.

“You come from a long LONG line of DIX Chapter Presidents,” Clay said, lifting his brother’s head and staring into his face with burning anger. “And the way you’re going you’ll never make it. Do you have any idea how your fuckups are reflecting on me? On Dad? On Grandpa? I had to lie to Dad about the spy thing. I told him you got sick and we replaced you at the last minute with someone else. Getting caught was not the problem. But you got caught by a goddamn PLEDGE! One who wasn’t even supposed to know what was happening! I had to tell dad we expelled that fake pledge afterwards to calm him down.”

“I… I…” Travis couldn’t respond.

“If Dad knew about that it would kill him,” Clay said. “So even though you don’t deserve it, I lied to cover for your loser ass.” There was an embarrassed pause. “Well, aren’t you going to thank me?”

“Thank you,” Travis meekly said.

Clay slapped him again. “Thank you WHAT????”

“Thank you, sir,” Travis said, mustering up all the power he could.

“That’s better,” Clay said. “Almost like a man would say it. Which brings me to another thing. We’re concerned about you and the Ray situation.” Travis’ face got beet red. “I heard from the pledges that you couldn’t keep your goddamned eyes off him all afternoon. That shit needs to stop right damn now. Your job is to keep him off balance and make him snap. Get him to break the rules so we can get him expelled from TUG. Not to get him into bed.” Clay looked disgusted when he said that. “Our sources say he almost got expelled once, so he’s the surest bet.”

Travis knew the plan. Clay didn’t need to reiterate it. He was supposed to fuck with Ray’s head enough that he did something drastic. Something to get thrown out. And without TUG’s protection, it would be an easy matter to sweep him up and get their claws into him. Offer him a spot in DIX. What better way to piss off the guys who kicked you out than to join up with their worst enemies? DIX had their eyes on Ray from the beginning as a prospect, right from Day One. Even had a letter drafted up for him, but that damned TUG advisor got to him first. But someone with a grudge against TUG and a working knowledge of their secrets would be a valuable asset to DIX.

Clay let his words hang in the air for a second before continuing. “We have a special mission for you,” he said. “And DON’T fuck it up. It’s extremely important.” Clay took a sealed envelope off of the nearby table. “Tomorrow you are to take this envelope and get it into Hoss’ jeep. Don’t care where, don’t care how. Just get it done and don’t let anyone see you do it.”

Travis took the envelope, but kept his head bowed. “If you do this right, we just might forgive you for losing today,” Clay said. “But one thing is for sure. You better man up right now and forget about Ray. About all that fag shit. Some of the others have been talking and I don’t like that.” Travis noted that he didn’t seem to mind using it as ammo to degrade him, though. “I’ve been shutting that shit down as soon as it comes up, but you’ve got to do your part, too. Tomorrow night the upperclassmen are going on a mission of utmost importance.” Clay looked down at the envelope. “But you will not be joining us. I’ve set you up with a nice young lady from Omega Phi for the evening. You will take her out. You will show her a good time. You will fuck her. And you WILL enjoy it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Travis said.

“Good,” Clay said, picking up his paddle. “You’ve got an important job tomorrow. TWO important jobs. But you’d better meet the other pledges on their run and you’d BETTER cross the finish line first. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Clay pointed at the nearby table and Travis, head bowed, walked over and assumed the position. Clay took a few practice swings like a Major League slugger.

“Now let’s see if I can’t beat some sense into you.”

Coming soon: Conflagration part 2 – Luther Harris
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“What is it that you guys do better than anyone else?” LJ said. “What’s the one thing that sets your group apart that no one else can copy? If you can figure that out, then you’re all set.”
Hot Damn, [mention]wataru14[/mention], you've created one cool cowboy who dispenses fatherly advice as smoothly and skillfully as he ropes calves at the rodeo!
And Whoa, Nellie. Cody spread-eagled on the hood is my kind of hood ornament! :D

I really like how you pivot over to DIX in the last part of your latest. The contrast between them and TUG is so stark. DIX, as they live up to their name, can only operate by belittling, humiliating, and beating their pledges into submission. In comparison, TUG disciplines their pledges with a firm hand, but they build bonds of brotherhood by getting the guys to bond with one another. DIX represses, while TUG persuades.

Oh! What a teaser you leave. But will it be Ray who's turned into a DIX, or might Travis be enticed to become a TUG??? :)
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A thought about mason.

What if ray’s father was hired to Protect mason! Maybe masons family is in the protection program and they stay away to keep
Mason safe and ray and his father were hired to protect him?
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KidnappedCowboy wrote: 1 year ago Oh! What a teaser you leave. But will it be Ray who's turned into a DIX, or might Travis be enticed to become a TUG??? :)
Not sure if I would fully trust Travis trying to join TUG if I were any of the seniors, but I can definitely see the other pledges potentially trying to be friendly with him, if/when he is outside DIX influence. At this point, anything is better than being in DIX. I do hope Travis gets out eventually. That's not a good environment to be in.

Mason is really proving himself, even with his continued self-doubt creeping in. I love that he finds a way of supporting everyone- Nate with his photography and drawings as an extra side-hustle, Cody getting some nice attention and potential dates, letting Ray show off his assets and become more comfortable, and allowing Leo to be his mischievous little self! I'm sure the other TUG brothers will be impressed with their pledges!
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I would have let these boys wash my car (several times!) if I were there. I'm getting nervous for the TUG guys with DIX getting ready to strike soon. I wonder if the advisor already knows DIX's plans or if he will bring some fancy gadgets out to save his boys when they do end up captured.
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Mmmmm.... I'm having trouble thinking about anything but Mr. Jessup's smile and getting my hands on a helpless tied up and gagged Cody. I don't even have a car but I'd pay for that privilege! :lol:
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Mason is a genius. Nobody can resist Cody in his tight whities and cowboy boots :D

I think this chapter is a great example of why TUG boys are the "good guys", they're always down to have some tied-up fun and make some good with it.

Though, I hate that I actually agree with Clay for once, washing the cars in jockstraps is a terrific idea.
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This chapter is a bit long, but I just couldn't bear to cut anything. Enjoy!


Conflagration part 2: Luther Harris

On the Wednesday night before parents’ week, Nate had the room all to himself. There were no pledge activities scheduled, Cody was working, Ray had wrestling practice, and Leo and Mason hadn’t returned any of his calls. Sitting alone at his computer desk, Nate looked over at the hot pink envelope next to his keyboard. The one labelled “Luther Harris.” In sparkly pen. He picked it up and took out the contents for the millionth time.

First there was a sheet with some basic biographical information, as well as a few photo reproductions. Several were of Luther in full drag, performing on a stage with a shiny silver curtain in front of a packed house. Others were candids of him around campus: having lunch with the guys, action shots of him playing Ultimate Frisbee in thigh-high heel boots, him working on something or other in the chem lab… but it was the younger photos that held Nate’s interest most. One of them showed Luther at around age 12 or 13. He was scrawny, with giant thick glasses, and wearing hand-me-down clothes. One was his 8th grade school class photo. It was an overhead shot of the students forming a giant letter “S.” Must have been the initials of their school mascot, Nate thought. But Luther was immediately visible. He was the only black student in a sea of wealthy white faces and, although part of the formation, it was clear that the other students were leaving space between them and him. Nate knew that feeling all too well.

The last thing in the envelope was a complicated URL. Nate wasn’t as skilled with computers as Mason, so he had asked his friend about it the other day. Mason had said that it looked like a video conference link. And a heavily encrypted one. It was so long that Mason almost didn’t recognize it for what it was. “The person on the other end of that line has a ridiculous firewall,” he said. “That codes to a private server and it could have all kinds of crazy viruses on it. If you’re going to access it, be careful.” Nate thanked Mason for his warning, but didn’t take it too seriously. There’s no way a TUG alumni in good standing would do something like that, especially when the URL was given to him by the chapter. Right?

It was still pretty early, so Nate decided it wouldn’t be too rude to come calling. He painstakingly typed in the URL and clicked “enter.” His webcam clicked to life and a series of intricate data patterns flashed across his screen. It was like looking at the Matrix. It went on for a few moments, and then the screen blacked out. What? That was it? Nate was about to hit the side of the computer in frustration, but then the screen crackled to life.
On the other side, Nate could see an ornately decorated sitting room full of ultra-modern furniture and artwork. One painting on the far wall looked suspiciously like the Mona Lisa. Everything was white and angular and breathtakingly clean, but pink accents were everywhere. “Luther must have some serious bank,” Nate thought. “Nice to see he made good.” For a minute or two, no one was in view, but Nate thought he could hear some muffled grunting noises coming from somewhere nearby. He waited for a moment, and then a man came into view.

The man was tall, and black, wearing a perfectly-styled Farrah Fawcett wig and blue-and-gold Ziggy Stardust jumpsuit. But he looked like he was in his mid-20s. If Luther graduated TUG in 1995, he would be 50 now. That couldn’t possibly be him. A son perhaps? The man was carrying a silver tray with a priceless tea set across the room when he saw Nate on the screen. He stopped, a quizzical expression on his face, and came over.

“Just who in the rainbow hell are you, little boy?” he said in a sweet countertenor.

“Um, I’m Nate,” Nate stammered. “Nate Ben David. I’m a pledge at Tau Upsilon Gamma fraternity and I’m looking to do an interview with Luth…”

The man immediately shushed Nate before he could finish. “Child,” he said. “If you want to get anywhere with the boss that name will not cross your lips. Think of that as a friendly warning. Woman to woman.”

Nate was puzzled, but nodded. The man stood back and turned over his shoulder.

“Master!” he called. “There’s a call on the vidscreen for you.”

“Master?” Nate thought. Was this Luther’s houseboi?

A silky voice slithered in from somewhere off-camera. “Ru darling,” it said. “I must be getting senile in my old age, but I thought I told you that I am not to be disturbed when I am entertaining guests.” There were two frantic muffled grunts after he said that.

“I know that, sir,” Ru called, “but this one is on HIS private line so I thought you might want to take it. Sean and Zack can wait a little. If you’re worried about them getting bored in your absence, I’m sure Lorca and I could…”

“No!” the voice said. “That won’t be necessary. My guests are quite comfortable and set up to entertain themselves without me.” (more grunts) “I’ll be along in two shakes.”

Ru looked over at Nate with a smirk. “He’s on his way,” he said, continuing his walk across the room. “Mind your grammar,” he said before disappearing through a doorway.

A few minutes later, a figure emerged on camera. He was large in stature. As tall as Luther was described, but plump. Slightly misshapen. He was wearing a shimmering pink bathrobe with a high fur collar and pink bunny slippers. On his head was a wide-brimmed hat with pompoms around the edge, like the kind bolero dancers wore, but it had a thick sequined veil that completely covered his face. He sat down at the screen and grabbed the end of a hookah pipe from just off-camera. He took a drag under the veil and blew a cloud of pink smoke before looking up at the screen.

“Egads!” he said. “Who the hell are you and how did you get this line? If you’re selling magazine subscriptions I’m not interested.”

“No, sir,” Nate said, a little startled. “My name is Nate Ben David. I’m a pledge at TUG. I saw your picture in the living room and wanted to do my biography paper on you. The advisor gave me this line.”

Luther coughed. “Did he now?” he crowed. “That sloppy old queen is giving out my business, eh? I bet he wouldn’t appreciate it if I did the same for him.” More grunts were heard. “Excuse me,” Luther said and turned his head to the side. “Do you mind?!??!” he shouted. “I’m taking a call! Just simma down and I’ll be back to dealing with you in a second. Sheesh!”

“Don’t mind them,” Luther said. He started fiddling with the keyboard absently with his left hand, not looking at it. “Just some very rude houseguests I can’t seem to get rid of. But I’m sorry, sonny, I think you’ll have to choose another subject. I don’t do interviews.”

Nate was crestfallen. “Please,” he said. “Can you reconsider? I know you must value your privacy, but… when I saw your picture, I knew it had to be you I chose. I’m gay too, and a minority. I know it’s not as big a deal as it was when you were in school, I’ve suffered for it, too. I’ve been bullied and outcast. But I saw your picture and I could tell that you were special. Someone who is who he is and doesn’t give a fuck about what people think. Someone who eats haters for brunch with mimosas. Someone who deserves respect. I want to learn your story. There’s no one else I want. So please reconsider.”

Nate sat for a moment, tensely watching his companion deep in thought. Luther’s hand was still for a moment, then deleted whatever he was typing and started to type something else.

“Sorry, kid,” he said. “But no dice. You’re beginning to bore me and Sex and the City reruns are on. So toodles.” And the screen went black.

Nate stared at the blank screen in shock. How could he get rejected like that? Could he have been wrong about Luther? Could a TUG alumni be that much of an asshole? Well, the advisor did say he wouldn’t like what he found. Nate was about to punch the wall in anger when his phone vibrated. It was a text from Leo. Finally! “Meet me on the hill,” it said. “It’s important.” Nate was going to ignore it out of spite for being ghosted all night. He had no desire to spend the evening at the skate park, or whatever seedy hole Leo had dragged Mason off to, but then he realized that he had nothing else to do this evening. It was either that or sit alone in the room, wallowing in rejection. What choice did he have, really?

“On my way,” he responded. Of course he knew what hill. There was only one place Leo could have meant: the hill where they had met and watched the TUG Sophomore graduation ritual. Where it all began. Nate grabbed his denim jacket from the closet and headed out.

Campus was eerily quiet as he walked. It was a weeknight, so most people were either studying or hanging out in their dorm rooms, but there were usually some people out in the public areas. But not this evening. Nate thought it odd, but didn’t consider it too much. The quickest way to the hill was a shortcut through the academic buildings, so Nate turned off the main road and headed down the walkways. Campus seemed different at night. It felt cold, lifeless. It unnerved him a little. He had just passed the Romance Languages building and had turned into the alley behind the Journalism Venter when he heard a man’s voice.

“You shouldn’t be walking alone at night,” it said. “You’ll never know who you might run into in the shadows.” Nate froze as a figure stepped out of the darkness directly in his path. The man was thick and burly, wearing urban camo cargo pants, combat boots, and a leather biker jacket. He had tight leather gloves on his hands and wore a ski mask. A ski mask with an ornate eye symbol embroidered on the forehead. Nate was too shocked to shout out, but then adrenaline kicked in and he turned around to bolt. He took off like a shot…

And smashed directly into the barrel chest of another black-clad man. One he didn’t hear creeping up behind him. Nate tried to scream, but a leather-gloved hand clamped tight over his mouth, enveloping the entire lower half of his face. A steel-muscled arm, almost as strong as Hoss, snatched him up and pulled him in close. He desperately scrambled and scratched, but his assailant’s leather jacket protected him from Nate’s futile blows. The first assailant strutted over towards the impotently flailing Nate, uncapping some kind of aerosol spray. He blasted Nate in the face with it and the helpless Freshman felt his muscles weaking and his eyes getting heavy.

Right before he lost consciousness, he heard the spray-wielding assailant say into his watch: “Scarecrow to Glinda. Scarecrow to Glinda. We found Princess Ozma. Returning to Emerald City.” And then everything went black.

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Nate slowly awoke some time later feeling like he was floating. He could feel a vague pressure all over his body, but couldn’t see what was causing it. He couldn’t see anything at all. Just blackness. As his senses returned he felt that he was enveloped neck to toe in some sort of stretchy membrane. It didn’t cause him any discomfort – quite the opposite, really. Wherever he was, it was warm and smelled like expensive potpourri. There was music playing? A Debbie Harry song ended and switched to LaVern Baker. He recognized the voices from his mom’s Spotify playlist.

He shook his head a few times, knocking out the last of the cobwebs. As his awareness sharpened, his situation became clearer to him. The feeling of pressure was from some kind of sleepsack. It wasn’t leather, but instead felt spongy. Like a wetsuit. His legs were jammed close together and arms were pressed tight against his sides. He tried to slide them around inside the sack, but found that they had been inserted into sleeves that were part of the interior lining. His glasses had been removed and his head had been encased in some kind of hood. It felt like the same material as the sack. Instinctively, Nate choked a little, afraid he would smother, but found that the material was porous enough for air to flow freely. What kind of material was this? He doubted even NASA had something so ingenious.

With no ability to move, Nate just sat there like a sausage on a plate. At least he was reclining on an exquisitely comfy surface. In a lull between songs a few minutes later, Nate heard someone moving around nearby. He called out “Hello?” and was surprised to find that he heard himself. Whatever this material was, it also let sound through. So he wasn’t gagged. Interesting.

“So you’re finally awake,” someone said nearby. Nate recognized the voice. It was Ru from the video call! “And I know how cliched that sounds, you don’t have to tell me. I’m not trying to make this sound like a desperate OnlyFans fetish video, but here we are.” Nate felt the back of a hand press against his forehead. “You were out for a while. Scarecrow must have used too much spray. I told him you were just a skinny little thing but did he listen? NOOOOOOOO.”

“Um, excuse me, sir,” Nate said, trying to wriggle himself into a seated position. The numbing pressure from the sack made it hard to feel what was under him, but based on the elevation of Ru’s voice above him, Nate guessed he was laying on some sort of couch. “Could you help me up? It’s weird talking lying down like this.”

“Sir?!?” Ru scoffed, “Girl, no need for fancy manners with me. I’m not the boss.” Ru chuckled as he reached down and hoisted Nate into a sitting position. “Child is wrapped up in a super-science body sack and he says lying down is the weird part,” he said to himself.

“Thanks,” Nate said. “You keep calling Mr. Ha… him ‘boss.’ Do you work for him? What kind of business does he do? It must be profitable if he has a setup like the one I saw on the screen.”

“Now where do I begin with a question like that?” Ru said. “The answer is: I don’t. Imma let the boss handle that. You just sit tight. The boss is putting his face on. He’ll be in soon enough.” Nate heard soft footfalls leaving the room and then he was alone. It was strange for him to admit, being sealed inside a sack made of G-d-knows-what and in an unfamiliar place as he was, but he wasn’t in the least bit scared. Even when he heard the frantic muffled grunting from somewhere in the vicinity. The same as on the video call. He just sat and savored the feeling of the sack against his body. It felt quite alluring. Almost sensual. Like the embrace of a lover…

Wait? Was someone there?

“Who’s there?” Nate said. “Who are you?”

“I am the rocks of the eternal shore,” came the response in a deep, earthy, breathy voice. “Crash against me and be broken.”

“Oh great,” Nate chuckled. “I’ve been kidnapped by Apocalypse. Is Magneto around here somewhere?” He was surprised that he could show such courage in the situation he was in. But something deep inside him told him he was in no danger.

“Way to ruin my best line!” the voice said, coming closer and sitting down on the couch next to him. “Although most people don’t recognize it. I just think it sounds hella cool. Although, from the profile he sent me on you it shouldn’t surprise me that you know it.”

“You’re… him, aren’t you?” Nate said. “Can you take the hood off? I want to see you.”

“Yeah, about that,” the voice said. “There’s a reason I’m so private. I want to ease you into that. I’m… a bit shocking to look at.”

“Disfigured?” Nate thought. “No need to be ashamed of that.”

“I understand,” Nate said, babbling a mile a minute. “Take it off whenever you’re ready. But there’s so much I want to know about you. How did you find TUG? Did they scout you like they did me? Did you go to them? What was it like back then? It’s easier for… us… now, but at that time you were a real trailblazer! I saw your face in the picture and I saw the confidence. The strength. The independence. I want to have that same confidence. In some small way, I want to be like you.”

“No, honey,” the voice said. “You definitely don’t want to be like me.”

“Why? You look like you’re doing pretty good for yourself.”

“I’ve made some bad choices in my life. Some VERY bad choices. Some good ones, as well. Ones that surprised even me. But deep down I’m a monster.”

“No, you’re not. I can tell. That’s what THEY want you to think you are. You’re a little overdramatic, but you’ve got a good heart deep inside.”
Nate heard a shocked gasp from somewhere in the room and the sound of a glass breaking on the floor.

“Do you know how few people in the world would DARE talk to me like that? And do you know what usually happens to those who would? Ru does. Why do you think he got so scared he dropped a 200-year-old crystal drinking glass on the floor? You’re a smart boy. Tell me. What is it you think I do?”

Nate was confused. He noticed a complete change in Luther’s whole mood and voice. There was something dark. Sinister. “Um… based on the décor and the artwork, I’d say you’re an antiquities dealer?”

“Oh you sweet summer child,” Luther said. “You want to see me? Is that your wish? Well consider me your fairy godmother.” Light hit Nate’s eyes with a blinding intensity as the hood was yanked roughly off his face. Without his glasses, all he could see was an odd pink blur sitting next to him. Still unable to move his arms, Nate saw the shape moving and everything came into focus as his glasses were slid onto his face by his companion.
Sitting in front of Nate was the oddest person he had ever seen. His skin was pink. Not Caucasian-toned, but actually pink. Somewhere between hot pink and salmon. He was completely bald, with no eyebrows. But his most striking feature was that he had a huge single eye. Not that he was missing one, but he had one huge eye in the center of his face that spanned the entire width. Right now he was wearing an ornate jeweled monacle with a gold chain that connected to the lapel of his designer blazer. Nate thought it was a mask at first, but then alowly realized that this was, indeed, his companion’s face. But it was Luther Harris. The nose, the ears, the jawline… everything matched the picture directly.

“Pretty, ain’t I?” he said, taking a sip of tea from an antique porcelain Chinese cup with no handle. “The stuff of nightmares. I’m sure you watch the news. You know who I am.”

Nate did. In a heartbeat. Growing up near Metro City, he saw this face in the news many times. He was looking at the most notorious criminal in Metro City. The Leader of the Villains’ Guild. Close personal confidante of the late, great, Dr. Calamity. Before him was the legendary Queer Eye himself.

“You’re…” Nate stammered and Queer Eye leaned in close with a diabolical sneer on his lips. Nate could smell his perfume. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Queer Eye prided himself on his unshakable composure. Steeled by years of abuse and scorn, made worse after his transformation, he had developed an armor that would let no words hurt him. But Nate left him floored. He jerked back and blinked, confused beyond anything he had ever felt.

“What?” Part of his powers was the ability to see through any falsehood. And there was none here. This boy really thought him beautiful.

“I’m an artist,” Nate said. “And I’ve come to appreciate the beauty in the broken. The unusual. The things others find ugly. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to TUG. We’re all broken in our own ways. We all have flaws and weaknesses. But it’s those flaws that make us strong. Scars add texture to the work, don’t you think?”

Queer Eye stood up from the couch and turned his back, walking a few steps away. Ru stood in the doorway, petrified. “As Joan Diener said: ‘Blows and abuse I can take and give back again. Tenderness I cannot bear.” Nate sat motionless, watching the grace and power in Queer Eye’s movements. He was deeply conflicted. Finally, he spoke again. “That’s what drew me to them, too.”

He walked back over and sat on the couch, placing his hand on Nate’s lap in a tender manner. Nate wanted to touch his hand in solidarity, but the confining sack prevented that. But Queer Eye saw his intent and smiled. “You’ve no doubt seen my TUG dossier,” he said. “Handsome devil as I was, I wasn’t the most popular kid in town. It was hard enough being the only black kid in school, but not being into sports and being the smartest kid in the mix, as well? Let’s just say some people couldn’t bear to see their whole worldviews turned upside-down and decided to take it out on me. Like it was somehow my fault that they had prejudices. But TUG was different.”

“Back then, they didn’t have the means of detecting likely candidates that they do now,” Queer Eye said. Nate was about to ask exactly what those means were, but Queer Eye put his finger up to Nate’s lips to silence him. “Not now, youngling. Mama’s monologuing. In fact…” he looked over Nate’s shoulder and nodded. Nate sat motionless as Ru came up behind him and inserted a hot pink leather ballgag into his mouth. Nate took it without question. “Even though we’re having a heart-to-heart, you’re still my prisoner,” Queer Eye said, dabbing the drool forming on Nate’s lips with a silk hanky. “And these things have to be done right. And just so you know, your ultimate fate hasn’t yet been decided yet. So it’s best to keep me happy.”

Nate just nodded, aware of the subtext in that statement, and let Queer Eye speak without interruption. “When I was finally free of small-town hell, I moved to Metro City right after graduation. Into a roach-infested tenement in a neighborhood with complimentary junkies and prostitutes on every corner. It was heaven. My neighbor was an old-school Queen. An OG. Says she was at Stonewall and I believed her. But she was… sick… you know. Lots of us were back then. Freddie himself died a few months after school started. But she didn’t let that slow her down. She took me under her wing and brought me to the clubs. The dance halls. The bars. Everything. Showed me a world I never knew existed. It wasn’t two weeks before she became my drag mama.”

“Of course it wasn’t all sprinkles and rainbows. Got beat up a few times that summer coming home from the club, but that was par for the course. And it helped me learn how to defend myself. I don’t like doing it, but I can scrap with the best of them when I need to. But after the first time I was ready to give it all up and go home. But I’ll never forget her words to me that night as she was putting the iodine on my forehead cuts. ‘They’re gonna hate us no matter what. No matter how normal you seem, it won’t matter. So you might as well be who you are without apologies. You’ve got a brilliant light in you. Don’t let them take it away. Their world is dark and plain enough. Ours is beautiful. Never let anyone kill that beauty.’”

“She passed away right before school started. But she left me her gowns, her wigs, her memorabilia, everything. And I vowed to follow her advice. To never let anyone take my light. The first day of orientation week I came to school in full gear. Looked like Diana Ross. But I kept my head high and my shoulders back and I wasn’t going to let any haters rain on my parade. I felt powerful. I WAS powerful. I could see the hate they threw at me and I ate it like a plate of Madeleines. Someone gave me shade, I threw it back tenfold. Because SHE was with me. She gave me the strength I never knew I had.”

“By the end of my first week, I had made some casual friends, but a LOT of enemies. Things came to a head after classes the second Friday. A bunch of knuckle-draggers boxed me into a corner behind the library. They had been dogging on me for a while, but I kept my head high and brushed them off. But a girl can only take so much. Eventually I socked one right in the face. But that just made them mad. Two of them pinned me to the wall and I saw one unbuckling his belt. ‘You like acting like a woman,’ he said. ‘Let’s see if you can take it like a woman.’ Of course, I fought, but I was still a skinny little nothing. Things looked very bad for our hero, let me tell you. But that’s when the cavalry arrived.”

“A smoke bomb went off in the alley and when everything cleared someone was standing behind them holding a lead pipe. You remember the class picture? The metalhead guy next to me? It was him. Jack was his name. Wearing a TUG pledge t-shirt. ‘Leave her alone,’ is all he said. The goon squad told him to mind his business and get lost. And that I wasn’t a ‘her’ anyway. That I had it coming. Jack just said, ‘I don’t care what she did. Let her go and get walking.’”

“‘What are you gonna do about it?’ they said.”

“‘Me? I’m not gonna do anything,’ Jack said back. ‘But WE are going to put you all the hospital if you don’t leave our Brother alone right now.’ And three more pledges stepped in behind him. And then 15 other guys. The whole House came out. I felt the goons let me go and then they ran like the bitches they are. Jack came right up to me and said, ‘You OK, beautiful?’ And then he fixed my wig for me.”

“Jack had said that they had been watching me for the past two weeks and that they were impressed by my take-no-shit attitude and ‘strength of character.’ That was certainly a first. They said they had an opening for a pledge, and even though I didn’t go through the regular Bid process, the spot was mine if I wanted. I had never seen myself as a fraternity guy, but these fellows seemed genuine and good. They said that I could be whoever I wanted and live my life however I wanted. And they would always have my back. Right then I knew that I had found a family. How could I refuse that?”

Nate hummed approval through his gag. He wished his hands were free so he could write this all down. But he knew he would remember it all. Queer Eye reached over and undid Nate’s ballgag, letting it hang around his neck. “I bet you’re wondering what happened with Jack?” he said with a small smile.

“Kinda, yeah,” Nate laughed. “It sounds like he was pretty into you.”

“He was,” Queer Eye said. “We dated all four years of college. Up into our first years of grad school. I was pursuing my PhD in Chem and he in Ancient History. But then… this happened.” Queer Eye touched his face. “He was on some kind of academic retreat in Iraq when it happened. He came to visit me in the hospital when he got back. Shortly after I got out, I left school and we were no longer a thing.”

“He would leave you just over that?” Nate said, aghast.

“No, not at all,” Queer Eye replied. “It was me who left him. I had an accident in the lab. I was researching a treatment for blindness if you can believe it. But the formula was unstable and it changed me into this. Jack and the alumni said it didn’t matter what I looked like, that they would support me whatever I looked like, but everyone else treated me like a monster. So that’s what I became. When my powers manifested, I was contacted by the Villains’ Guild and went off to Villain Academy. Dr. Calamity was my roomie and we became tight during our training. Stayed close all the way until… you know. Jack and I both realized it wouldn’t work with my new choice of vocation. Although we have met up more than a few times since then. But he's currently in a happily committed relationship with an FBI man and I'm more focused on business right now. So we keep things professional.”

“How did you meet the advisor?” Nate said. “He sounds like he knows you quite well.”

“For his protection, I won’t answer that,” Queer Eye said. “But we go WAY back. When the previous advisor retired, I knew that TUG was in trouble. My powers allow me a small degree of prescience and I could tell something bad was looming. And I kept seeing the letters ‘DIX.’ TUG needed someone who could steer them through the troubles ahead. And I could think of no one better than him. So I convinced him to take the job.”

“Now he never went to college. So he wasn’t a TUG alumnus and you have to be one to be an advisor. So I had that technicality glossed over. Officially he graduated from some podunk school sometime in the 2000’s. A school whose records conveniently burned up in a fire. Oops, my bad. And TUG’s records are easily falsified. You might think it’s a little much to go through such lengths, but it’s necessary. The group was very good to me at a time when I needed it most and despite everything else I’ve done, maybe there is still some good in me. I can’t let that group go down. For all the kids like me out there who need them.”

Nate let all that sink in. This was probably a first. Not only getting an interview with the world’s top supervillain, but seeing his vulnerable, human side. No one probably believed it even existed, but it did. Under the sequins and the chiffon was a real human being with real hopes and desires.
“But I think our time is up,” Queer Eye said, getting up from the couch. “I have two guests who need my attention.”

“You’re not going to…” Nate asked, suddenly scared.

“Heavens no!” Queer Eye smiled. “Jack would never forgive me if I did anything to his protégé and his junior FBI babysitter. It’s just a game we play. Professional requirement. I put the fear of god into them, then they mount a daring escape and unwittingly lead me to my next conquest like the dopes they are. Works every time. You’d think a kid with his training and smarts would catch on. Jack always did. Meh. Maybe he’s playing a game with me, too? But that’s a question for another time. Scarecrow and Lion will bring you home, but I’m afraid you’ll have to be unconscious. Can’t have you blabbing the location to my lair. If I got missionaries at the door, I’d hold you personally responsible. And trust me, you wouldn’t want that.”

Nate chuckled as Ru held a drinking glass up to his lips. The concoction inside was red and warm and smelled deliciously fruity. There was even an umbrella in it. He took a sip of the sweet and savory liquid and drifted off into dreamland.

When he awoke, Nate was laying on the bench outside of the library. The sleepsack was gone, as was the ballgag. He blinked a few times and sat up, stretching to get his blood flowing. Checked his phone and saw a few "U OK?" texts from Cody. It was 2:00 a.m. As Nate stood up to head back to the dorms, he saw hot pink box, like a birthday present from a cartoon, was on the seat next to him. Complete with bow and ribbon. Inside were stacks of money, with a note that read “All Legitimately Earned, no need to bunch thy panties.” There was a note with another URL that read “Private Line if you ever want to chat.” The handwriting was impeccable. The sleepsack was neatly folded up at the bottom, with the ballgag resting on top. And crowning off the whole thing was a glossy autographed 8x10 of Queer Eye, with the phrase “You’ve got a brilliant light in you. Don’t let them take it away.”

Nate smiled as he made his way back to the dorms.

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Amazing! I continue to be awed by your wonderfully connected world! The casual, nonchalant cameo of Sean and Zack was brilliant!
(Aslo, I definitely called it with Luther!)

I'm loving the begrudging mentorship of QE over Nate. I hope we get to see more of QE being their wonderful, unapologetic self, instilling some (hopefully) good lessons onto Nate! I also can't wait to see what Nate plans for that sleepsack and the ballgag. I wonder if it will expand to fit a larger victim... someone Hoss-sized perhaps? I'm also intrigued as to how Nate will finish is report. Which details will he omit, if any? Will he make a Calamitous connection?

The next chapter title intrigues and interests me greatly! That has to be a Sleeping Beauty reference, right?
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[mention]wataru14[/mention]... I'm in utter awe of your creativity and talent. You blend bondage and narrative completely seamlessly, and this ecploration into Queer Eye's history combined with Nate's bondage and the off-camera inclusion of the sexy Sean and Zack.

Like [mention]gag1195[/mention], I can't wait to see what Nate does, and I hope Hoss gets bound and gagged with a fabulosity that makes his new friend proud!

Seriously - you're a fantastic writer. <3
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You were right not to cut anything, this is brilliant. Great to see Jack, Sean and Zack all finding their way into this story.

If Nate thinks a bit further he'll be the second pledge to find out about the advisor.

[mention]Volobond[/mention] If even NASA can't make such a material, I'm sure it'll be able to stretch enough to fit Hoss. It'll be a shame though if that's how Hoss and the villain-made sleepsack falls into DIX's hands...
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Will that was certainly a well-spent evening for Nate, trapped in a super-technology sleepsack with hood and gag hearing all about Queer Eye's past! And it was cool that he received them as gifts although it's a shame he couldn't have been a guest for longer... to keep Sean and Zack company ;)

Well the next chapter "And All the Powers of Hell" sounds very ominous and action-packed... can't wait to see what's unleased and on whom :twisted:
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What a great chapter!

Props to you, [mention]wataru14[/mention] for...

Nate finding Queer Eye's lair 8-) 8-)

The delicious Ru :lol: :lol:

Sean and Zack all bound and muffled in a corner :) :) :)

Nate in a sleep sack (Oh! How I love them!) :D :D :D

Queer Eye's background story :!: :!: :!: :!:

And the Swag Bag to take home!! :P :P :P :P :P

What a high bar in narrative, characterization, and setting you set for the rest of us!

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Conflagration part 3 – And All the Powers of Hell

“I booked the studio tonight. Swing by at 9:00. And keep it our secret. Phone’s not working so I can’t answer texts. See you tonight.”

Hoss looked over the letter for the millionth time. He saw the envelope on the seat of his jeep when he got out of Criminal Justice class earlier in the afternoon. It wasn’t there when he left the House in the morning, so Nate must have stopped by to drop it off. But it didn’t make sense. Nate had Calculus right now. On the other side of campus. He must have cut class, which isn’t like him. Maybe Leo convinced him? And if he was cutting, why didn’t he swing by to get him so they could hang out together? Hoss frowned. “Maybe he had to come from the other side of campus and class had already started when he got here,” he thought. “Yeah, that’s it.”

He began to feel better. He and Nate hadn’t had much time together after their last romp in the studio a few weeks ago. He had plans to take Nate mudding out in the countryside next weekend, but with class and pledge activities, they didn’t have very many opportunities to be alone together. He had been antsy all through his other classes the rest of the day. Being a Senior, he didn’t have many, but he was still anxious. In a good way, but anxious all the same. He barely ate his dinner and played a lackluster game of hackey-sack with Scott afterwards, but all he could think about was the studio and being with Nate.

Never in a million years would Hoss have thought that he would start falling for a guy, let alone a scrawny little nerd like Nate. But here he was. Years of conditioning and social pressures were screaming at him from inside, but if TUG had taught him anything, it was to say “fuck off” to the haters. Even when the haters were inside you. He thought of how much he had grown and changed in the last four years. Of what he used to be when he showed up his Freshman year. He still hadn’t shown Nate the pictures. But that would have to wait until they had some alone time without an activity planned.

At around 8:45, he bailed on Scott and hopped into his jeep, saying he “had shit to do.” Scott seemed puzzled that Hoss had an errand to run this late on a weeknight, but didn’t question. He had a suspicion about where his BFF was going and knew it wasn’t his place to say anything about it, so he just let it go. When Hoss got to the Art Building just before 9, the parking lot was deserted. Not surprising for this time of night. Classes were long over and there were no major projects due soon. He hopped out of the jeep and tromped his way up to the door, his heavy work boots clomping on the pavement. He spit his wad of chew into the garbage can and quickly rubbed his teeth with his finger before opening the door.

Hmm? The security lights didn’t come on. Normally they triggered in response to someone moving in the hall at night. Nate must have turned them off. He probably didn’t want anyone outside to see someone was in the building. Last thing they wanted was campus security barging in. He was always thinking ahead like that. Hoss was a little jealous of that skill. He could seldom see beyond the here and now. Never really thought of the future. It was Danny who got him to start going to the gym and Shane who convinced him to go into law enforcement. It was just easier for him to let other people do his thinking. He wasn’t very good at it, anyway.

The door to the studio was partly open and another note was taped to it. It read “Costume is ready in the change room. Get dressed and I’ll be along in a minute.” Great, Hoss thought. Another costume. Even though last time wasn’t bad, playing dress-up wasn’t on his list of favorite things to do. Although... he actually did like the tuxedo and wanted to get one of his own to surprise Nate for a fancy dinner date at some point. Brett even said he’d go with him to the store and help him pick one out. But he remembered the other things on the rack and how they were much less appealing. He had asked the theater department to pull things in his size, and pickings were slim. So he had to make due with whatever they had. He had a flash of panic as he envisioned himself in fairy wings and a tutu.

The light was on in the changing room, but otherwise the room was dark. Obviously Nate wanted to surprise him with the set he chose, so Hoss didn’t go deeper inside. He wanted his reaction to be genuine – good or bad. Bracing himself for the clown suit awaiting him, Hoss entered the changing room.

There was a single costume rack with a single outfit hanging from it. It wasn’t what Hoss would have chosen, but it wasn’t that bad. Leather pull-up riding boots and breeches, a black tunic, a studded leather doublet, red half cloak, and red Robin Hood hat with a feather in it. Hoss had seen it before, but couldn’t remember where. Some prince from some movie or other. But it was more Game of Thrones than cartoony, so he gave it his approval. Thankfully it had the leather breeches and not tights. At this point, that would have been a dealbreaker.

Based on how tight the pants would be, Hoss knew he’d have no room for underwear. Nate wouldn’t want to see any outlines, anyway. So without a second thought, Hoss stripped down to bare. He didn’t see the need to fold his clothes, so his dirty boots, socks, jeans, sleeveless T-shirt, and beat-up trucker hat ended up in a sloppy pile on the floor. He stood in his plaid boxers holding the pants. “Here goes nothin’” he thought, and slipped out of his drawers.

The pants took some serious effort to get into. They said they were his size, but Hoss guessed clothes like this went on a different scale. He tried putting on one leg at a time, but that didn’t work. There wasn’t enough stretch to maneuver his legs separately. He had to step into both legs at once and slowly roll the pliant black leather up his treetrunk legs achingly slowly. At first, when the pants were bunched around his ankles, he thought that he was going to topple over. But he somehow managed to keep his balance. Inch by inch the tight leather ascended his legs, accompanied by awkward hopping and pulling. Smoothing and straightening. When the waistband finally cleared his thick ass, Hoss breathed a sigh of relief as he buttoned the pants closed. His package bulged out prominently under the built-in codpiece, which he realized was part of the pants’ design. Built specifically to showcase the goods. He couldn’t resist checking himself out in the floor-length mirror to his side as he adjusted himself.

After the pants, Hoss stepped into the shiny black riding boots and pulled them up past his calves. It took some doing to slide them past his calf muscles, but he eventually got it. Once his feet were firmly planted inside and settled comfortably, the rest of the costume was easy. The tunic slipped over his head effortlessly, and the doublet buckled at the sides with short belts that he could easily do up himself. He hooked up the long swordbelt and let the end dangle down tantalizingly beside his mammoth leather-adorned bulge. Finally he threw the cape over his shoulders and fastened it to the doublet before slipping the cap on his head at a jaunty angle. “I need a sword,” he thought. But Nate probably had one in the prop box outside. Another look in the mirror. Hoss was impressed. He thought he looked pretty badass. Like Jon Snow but without the crazy hair. He gave a snarl to his reflection and flexed. Very badass.

He was eager to see what predicament Nate would put him in. Maybe chain him to the wall of the dungeon and remove his clothing bit by bit? Hoss liked that idea. And he wasn’t even nervous about the makeup anymore. With a hurried expectation, Hoss stepped out of the change room into the darkened studio.

He just had time to call out “Nate, I’m ready!” before they hit him.

A heavy fire blanket sailed out of the darkness and landed over Hoss’ head. As soon as the ends drifted down and covered him, Hoss felt the first blow. A hard object connected solidly with his midsection, knocking the wind out of him. If he was aware of it coming, he could have flexed and deflected the impact, but caught unawares, he had no time to prepare. He staggered back as the next blow came, smashing hard into his upper back. “Soap,” Hoss thought. “Bars of soap in the end of a sock.” When being whipped, they built up enough speed to do some serious damage. But Hoss didn’t have any time to think about the physics of the matter as blows began to pummel him all over rapid-fire.

He was unable to see because of the blanket over him, and unable to remove the blanket because every time he tried, several more hits knocked him around. He would be developing some serious black-and-blues when this was all over. When the first fists began to strike, Hoss felt it was time to return the favor. He couldn’t tell where anyone was when the soap was hitting him, but when a punch landed, he knew their position. Hoss charged with the bellow of a Norse God in the direction of the impact and crashed into a thick and heavy body. He heard an “oomph” when he connected. The force behind it was enough to knock a normal man out cold. But this was no normal man he was hitting. He was almost as strong as Hoss himself. Almost.

The blow was enough to send Hoss’ assailant down onto his back, though, and Hoss lept on top as soon as they were down. He tried to rain down punches of his own, but the blanket limited his vision and field of motion and he couldn’t get any power built up. There was a chorus of shouting and yelling and Hoss felt several hands grabbing him from all sides, trying to pull him down.

“What have they done to Nate?” Hoss thought frantically. “If they hurt him I’ll put every last one of them in the fucking ground!” And he meant it. Spurred on by this thought, Hoss felt a surge of strength and flung his arms up. The strength of his anger flung all his assailants off him and he hopped up onto his feet. The figure below him swung his foot upwards, in an attempt to catch Hoss in the balls, but the angry giant lept backwards and easily dodged the blow. While his attackers regrouped for another assault, Hoss flung the blanket off.

The room was still dark, but there was enough ambient light to see around him dimly. A number of bulky shapes loomed in the nearby shadows, but he recognized several faces peeking at him just in range of the light. Clay. Randy. Matt. And Moses. The “Four Mountains.” The leaders of DIX. And they weren’t alone. It looked like the entire House was here.

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“Where’s Nate?” Hoss growled, taking a fighting stance as he tried to divide his attention around between the faces that emerged and receded into the darkness.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Clay sneered. “But I wouldn’t worry about him. I’d be more worried about your own redneck ass right now.”

“If you hurt him I’ll fucking kill you all!” Hoss roared and fired off a punch in Clay’s direction. But Clay melted back into the darkness before it connected. His focus diverted, Hoss wasn’t ready for the first rope.

A thick loop, like a lasso, sailed out of the darkness behind him and landed square around his arms. As soon as it hit, it was pulled closed by someone with enormous strength. Hoss’ arms flew back, pinned tightly to his sides. But Hoss wasn’t your normal victim. Fueled by his concern for Nate, Hoss pulled on the rope and felt his unseen assailant being dragged towards him. A battle of might that he would definitely emerge victorious from. He began to flex his arms, and almost managed to produce enough slack to slip free, when the next rope landed.

The second rope connected lower down his body than the first, and when it pulled tight, it forced his arms back down. This one was around his wrists and kept them even with his hips. He could have easily slipped it if he was in any state to have clear thoughts, but that wasn’t happening right now. He was too angry to concentrate. With Hoss’ resistance lessening, the first rope snapped back to its original tightness. And this was sturdy, heavy-duty rope. More than a full inch thick, coarse and twisted. It was meant for hitching tow cables or securing piles of wood. It was steel-strong and inflexible. But Hoss had no time to contemplate that as another rope encircled him. Then another. And another. And more.

Filling up with red rage, Hoss began to struggle valiantly, but by now he had thick ropes encircling his entire body. Calves, knees, waist, lap, and at least three around his torso. All being pulled from different directions. He couldn’t find any one position that would allow him to force his way free. If he pulled one way, several of the ropes would tighten in response. Different ones if he pulled the other way. And now he was beginning to tire. He could tell that his attackers were getting more confident and began reeling in the ropes, one by one emerging from the dark. Hoss began to feel fatigue set in and his struggles became weaker and weaker. Not just from getting tired, either. One at a time, his attackers dared to come closer and began knotting off the ropes that held Hoss immobile. He was so wrapped up that he couldn’t manage to grab at them or fight them off.

And then it was over. The last knot was secured and several DIX goons grabbed at him from all sides and held him fast in their meaty grips. Four or five of them at least. They forced him to stand straight and held his head forward so he could see Clay strutting over to him in triumph. He was twisting a towel into a long strip as he walked.

“And the big man goes down,” Clay cackled. “We got you now, you dumb fuck!” Hoss shouted horrible obscenities at Clay, but that’s all he could do. His titanic strength rendered useless by the thick cables and meaty hands that held him. As Hoss bellowed and snorted, Clay shoved the towel between his mammoth jaws, cutting his curses off in mid-word. With a nonchalant smirk, Clay reached around the back of Hoss’ head and knotted off the gag. Hoss grunted and struggled impotently, but he knew that it was in vain. He was now DIX’s prisoner.

“One of you grab his clothes from the changing room,” Clay ordered, and a Freshman Pledge scurried off to obey. Hoss realized he didn’t see Travis here. The only DIX missing, he noticed. “Good job, boys,” Clay said, congratulating his Brothers. “Phase 1 is complete. Phases 2 and 3 will be a lot easier. We won’t need everyone for the next two.”

Hoss was confused. “Phase 2 and 3?” This wasn’t a random assault on him! They were going to do this to others!

Hoss began to buck and thrash again as Clay came up close. The DIX brute grabbed Hoss’ cheeks and forced his head still. “The morning after Bid Night you were so confident,” Clay said. “But your advisor isn’t here to save you. He won’t be able to save any of you. And soon he’s going to need saving himself. We have our own secret benefactor and he’s going to help us end you assholes for good!” Hoss snarled in response, but that’s all he could do.

Clay taunted and gloated for a moment, but then reached over and grabbed something from the hands of a nearby Pledge. Hoss couldn’t tell what it was at first, but his eyes grew wide when he saw Clay uncapping a syringe. “We need to get you moved,” Clay sneered, “And it’s easier this way. There’s enough horse tranquilizer in here to keep you out for quite a while. Nighty-night, bitch!” Hoss winced and fought with all his might as the needle approached, but he was unable to move a muscle. He felt a light prick in his neck and in seconds everything went dark.

As Hoss’ movements became slower and slower, eventually stopping, the DIX goons that held him lowered him gently to the floor. They watched his barrel chest rising and falling from his sleeping breaths for a second. “He’s not smart enough to play possum,” Moses said, “but we have to make sure.” He gave Hoss a swift kick in the ribs, and nodded when it got no reaction from the prisoner. “Yeah, he’s out for real.”

“Get him wrapped up in the blanket,” Clay ordered. “We have to get him out of here and back to the house without anyone noticing.” The rest of the Seniors spread the fire blanket out on the floor and others rolled Hoss over until he was laying along one edge. Then they rolled him up fully in the blanket. When he was completely enveloped, more ropes were added in several places to keep the blanket securely closed. At Clay’s order, the three other Seniors hoisted Hoss up onto their shoulders and began exiting the studio. No one would be able to tell that a person was wrapped up inside that blanket. To the untrained eye, it would look like they were carrying a carpet. Not that anyone was around to see, anyway.

Clay grabbed Hoss’ keys from the Freshman who had retrieved the discarded clothes and handed them to a Junior. “Take his jeep off campus and hide it somewhere,” he ordered. “We’ll send someone to pick you up.” The Junior nodded and raced out of the room. With a confident strut, Clay led the rest of DIX out of the studio and into the parking lot to return home with their prize.

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Nate looked up from his computer. He could barely concentrate with all the noise in the room. Cody and Mason were playing Call of Duty on the Xbox and Leo was teaching Ray to play Magic: The Gathering on the floor between the beds. It was a cacophony. A good cacophony, but one nonetheless. Nate sighed in exasperation as he began to collect his books.

“I can’t concentrate in here,” he said. “I’m going to the study room on the second floor. See you all later.”

Mason and Cody just grunted and nodded. Ray interrupted his question on tapping lands to look up. “You sure?” he said. “We can be quiet. I mean, it’s your room. You shouldn’t have to leave because we’re being loud.” Leo took advantage of Ray’s distraction to slip a card from his graveyard back into his deck unseen.

“It’s OK,” Nate chuckled. “I don’t mind. You guys have fun.” With a wave he left the room.

About halfway to the study room, his phone vibrated. It was Hoss! Nate’s heart began fluttering as he frantically grabbed at his phone, but he was disappointed to see that it was a group text to the entire fraternity. “Family trouble,” it read. “Going home for a few days. Won’t be able to respond.”

There were a few encouraging replies popping up, but Nate just shut his screen down and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. He was looking forward to spending some time alone with Hoss and now that was getting put off even more. He had tried to book the studio, but someone else had already done it for tonight. Not that a freshman would be able to get the venue anyway, but he had to try. He had hoped his TUG connections would help, like they had with Hoss, but he guessed it was not to be. “Actually a blessing,” he thought as he put his books down on the study table. “If he had a family emergency and had to leave it would have been bad. So I guess things work out the way they should.” Nate opened his laptop and began typing his paper on Luther Harris. “But I hope everything’s OK.”

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Sometime after midnight, Travis returned to the DIX house from his date. Everything was pleasant enough, and the evening had gone exactly the way Clay had ordered it to. Except for the “enjoying it” part, but that wasn’t going to happen no matter what. A quick image of Ray flashed through his mind, but he fought it back down. As Travis approached the house, he saw two Juniors standing shoulder-to-shoulder on the front porch. Almost like security. Exactly like security. Travis thought back to the DIX handbook and remembered that this was the protocol when the House was on alert. Something major had happened in his absence. What this what Clay was talking about yesterday?

Travis was allowed to pass by the hulking guards, who made a few crude remarks about his date. Travis just laughed them off as he entered the foyer, but seethed internally that his private business was now everybody’s joke. There was nobody in the kitchen or the living room. “Odd,” Travis thought. “Where is everyone?” He checked everywhere on the first floor, but there was no sign of anybody. “Must be in the Ritual Room.” Travis loosened his tie and opened the door to the basement.

The noise and smells hit him like a fist. There was some sort of celebration going on down there. “Good,” he thought, “I need something to help me unwind from tonight.” But what he saw when he got downstairs stopped him cold.

He saw Hoss, barely conscious. The giant TUG Senior was sitting on the concrete floor with his back against a support pole. His hands were held behind it, secured with something metal. Handcuffs, Travis guessed from the tinkling sounds whenever Hoss weakly moved. He was wearing black leather riding boots and incredibly tight black leather breeches. The remnants of some shredded clothing hung limply from his shoulders, leaving his broad chest exposed. A red Robin Hood hat with a broken feather rested on his drooped head sideways. Thick ropes around Hoss’ chest kept him secured to the pole, and more ropes encircled his lap, calves and ankles, forcing his legs together straight out. More ropes bound the giant’s feet together. Across the bridge and wound through the instep of the boots. They were taking no chances with the big man, it seemed. His exposed flesh was covered in grime and filth and his face was slathered in makeup: lipstick, eyeshadow, blush – all overdone and horrible. The words “FAG” and “cock whore” emblazoned his chest, written with smears of a substance Travis thought it better not to try and identify.

Hoss was barely awake. Drugged by the look of it. And put on display like some kind of obscene trophy. A light had been set up to illuminate him in his captivity. His mouth was stuffed with a rolled-up towel, but crusted drool stained his chin. His glazed eyes fluttered distantly. Travis stood aghast as Clay came up behind him and put his arm over his shoulder. “Pretty, ain’t it?” Clay joked, handing his brother a beer. “Snatched him up tonight while you were getting your dick wet. Good job, by the way. I already got the rundown. Proud of you, bro.” Travis smiled a little at the praise, but that melted away as he looked back at the horror show before him.

“What the fuck happened?” he asked.

“Phase 1 of our revenge plan for TUG,” Clay said. “We baited him away from the house and bagged him. Took all of us to do it. Man, he’s strong! But what’s with the tension? You should be happy. This asshole was one of the guys who punked you out during the Spy thing. You should be glad to see him get his.”

Travis thought about it for a second. “Yes,” he thought. “They did stuff like this to me. All of them. He deserves to feel the same humiliation. But… was it the same? No. That was different. There wasn’t any malice in what they did. No hatred. Nothing personal. It was a ritual. And I knew what I was getting into when I signed up for the job. He didn’t. This… is wrong. But still. He deserves a taste of his own medicine… maybe?”

Travis forced himself to smile. “Damn right!” he lied, sipping his beer to hide his insincerity. “So what’s next? We drop him off on the TUG lawn in the morning? Or maybe on the Quad for everyone to see?”

“I like the way you think,” Clay said. “Finally some man talk from you, bro. But no. You’re thinking too small.”

“What do you mean?” Travis asked.

“We have two more support poles,” Clay smirked.

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Jeez, DIX really went all hands on deck for Hoss!
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I do hope Travis comes to his senses. I fucking hate bullies and if you're still a loser bully by the time you're in college, it's really hard to unlearn those behaviors, but not impossible. Hopefully Travis can break free, those Mountain assholes can be subdued, and the good Doctor can put DIX and the Mayor into the Hypnotron!

Hoss' ambush was brutal and his circumstances terrifying, but boy, is it hot to imagine him in a highwayman outfit!
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