Test Of Struggle By: Jase1010
22 photos; 5:48 video
Lane looked around himself nervously. They couldn't be serious. What kind of fucked up fraternity was he pledging?
He knew that his Pledge Master Ron had some kind of weird thing for him. He was always paddling him the longest, and with the most swats. When it came time to wait on the Big Brothers in his underwear during parties, Ron seemed to always focus on Lane. Making him constantly fetch Solo cups of beer when Ron wasn't even done with the beer he was XXXX, XXXX him to do jumping jacks and deep knee bends in his tighty whities with PLEDGE written on the seat to amuse the other Brothers and make their sorority girl invites laugh. Lane's pledge name was "Tebow" because he bore a striking resemblance to the incredibly hot pro football player, and don't think Lane didn't notice that not only had Ron given him that pledge name but had a giant Tebow poster on his bedroom wall.
And now he was tightly bound and gagged. And completely at the mercy of Ron. Alone.
"This is what we call the Test Of Struggle. A Phi Delta HAS to be agile, dexterous, and quick-thinking. I've tied you, gagged, and rendered you almost completely helpless."
Ron stopped flapping his gums for a second to give the helpless Lane an incredibly chilling smile. A smile that made Lane wonder where the other pledges were. Why was he being hazed alone and by only one brother? He came to some conclusions and unwittingly moaned into his gag. He couldn't even form anything close to words. Ron had rolled up another bandana and stuffed it into his mouth. The cloth was so big and round that it filled his entire mouth, held his tongue down, and was then secured by the second bandana. All he could do was "mmmpphhh" into his gag.
"Aw, Tebow...don't be upset. I'm sure you'll find it in you to pass the Test of Struggle. Because if you dont...."
Ron suddenly picked the bound and helpless Lane up by his elbows. He stood him up on his feet, and took a step back to let Lane sway there. Lane wobbled. Staying upright when your hands and feet were tied was really hard! He had never felt so helpless. His hands were stuck behind his back. His ankles were firmly lashed together. And this stupid gag! Everything felt so constricted. Even his sneakers, jeans and t-shirt felt ultra-tight. This sucked. And then Ron showed him what was going to happen to him if he didn't pass the Test of Struggle.
Lane moaned and squealed as Ron began running his hands over and under Lane's tight t-shirt. He tweaked his nipples, and massaged Lane's muscular pecs and torso. He turned Lane around like he was a toy, ignored Lane's muffled protests, and began kneading and squeezing Lane's buttcheeks through his jeans! Lane writhed like mad. He couldn't do this! This was sexual assault!
And the worst part? When Ron began rubbing up on his bulge. And the very worst part? When Lane began to get hard and started to hump the air and wish Ron would unbutton his jeans. It was all so confusing. He was humiliated, terrified, and...horny? The fuck? Ron began to accompany his manipulation of Lane's package by subtly rubbing his finger up and down Lane's asscrack. And just as Lane began to get into the rhythm of Ron's hands massaging his denimed cock, Ron stopped...
"You have 15 minutes to pass the Test of Struggle. Or you're fucked. Good luck, pledge."
Ron pushed him over, laughed at his helplesness, and left the room. Lane landed in a heap. OOOFFF. He was a roped steer waiting for branding. And he he thought he knew what Ron had in mind for branding. He began to struggle. He had 15 minutes to get out of these horrible ropes, and kick Ron's ass.
But did he want out?
Model:Aiden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/24/2012
tags: cleave gag, sneakers, hands behind back, jeans