"You about ready, Rich?" Mike yelled as he tied his tie. He and Rich had been through hell pledging Delta Chi, and he wasn't about to miss their initiation bash just because Rich was being fussy about which tie might go with his shirt.
"Seriously, Rich, we have to go." Mike commanded as he slipped on his suit jacket. Hoping it might be harder to ignore him face to face, Mike made his way down the hall to his roommate's room. As soon as he turned the corner into Rich's room, Mike realized that something was wrong. His roommate was laying on the ground, all dressed and ready to go but out cold. Mike kneeled down to check on Rich, and that's when he felt something cold and hard pressed against the back of his head.


"Make a sound or a move, and I'll kill you." sXXXXped a somewhat familiar voice. "Don't worry about your pal, or should I say, your brother. He just had an unfortunate run in with some XXXX. He'll be back on his feet in no time...well, I don't know about on his feet. Pick him up and start dragging--we're headed to the basement." 
It hadn't taken Mike long to figure out who the mystery guest was. "Craig, look, I know you're pissed off about not making it into Delta. I'd be pretty pissed, too, but this is going too far. What do you think you're doing?"
"How about you do as your told and let me decide how far is too far. I'm the one with the XXXX. Now drag his sorry ass downstairs--move it."


Mike did as he was told. It wasn't easy. Rich was a solid guy. He carefully pulled his roommate down the stairs, all under the watchful eye of Craig Nichols, who, by Mike's estimation, was a geeky asshole who had no business pledging a frat in the first place. The guys had given him hell, including Mike and Rich. When it was time to send Craig walking for good, Mike and Rich had followed the orders handed down from the powers that be at Delta Chi. They'd gotten Craig shit-faced XXXX and then left him bound and gagged, and 
completely naked, tied to a flagpole at the center of campus. Needless to say, Craig had become a laughing stock.


"Bet you guys thought you were being pretty funny, huh? You fucked with the wrong guy this time around. I'm going to see to it that you learn a real good lesson," Craig growled as they descended the stairs.
Once they arrived at the bottom, Craig instructed Mike to seat Rich in one of two open chairs. He then tossed Mike several coils of rope. "Look familiar? I managed to hang onto some of the rope you guys used on me. Tie his hands and feet--tight, too. I'll be checking your work." Seeing no choice, Mike did as he was told. He looped the rope tightly around Rich's wrists, tying them off best he could. He then moved to Rich's feet, trussing his ankles tightly. 


 "Nice job. Now, it's your turn. Second chair is yours--have a seat." Mike sat down, as Craig made his way over. "Now I can't take any chances of you trying anything while I'm tying you up, so I hope you'll understand if I..." Before he could finish the sentence and before Mike knew what was happening, Craig had clamped a handkerchief soaked in XXXX tightly over Mike's mouth. "Take it easy now," Craig said. "Remember, I'm the one with the XXXX." Mike knew better than to fight it. Besides, his head had already beXXXX to swim. He gave into the sweet smell filling his nose and mouth and drifted off.


Once Mike was out, Craig made quick work of him, tying his wrists and ankles tight. He moved over to check on Rich, making sure Mike had done the job right. "Good boy," Craig mumbled, as he noted the bang-up job Mike had done in securing his friend. Craig then fished a couple of handkerchiefs and a roll of tape out of his pocket. Rich had beXXXX to stir. Craig knew he had to move fast. "Craig, what the fuck are you doing?" the now awakened Rich shouted.