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            Wait on the corner of Third and Spring Street.  Just wait on the corner of Third and Spring Street.  Jason waited, and the longer he waited, the more he worried that this might be a bad idea.  Jason wanted more than anything to be accepted into the Ramma Damma Fraternity, but he had heard stories.  Scary stories of what happened to skinny Pledges on Pledge Night.  Were they only stories?
            Suddenly a dark van swept alongside the curb.  The side door of the van opened up and a big arm reached out and grabbed Jason by the hand.  The next thing Jason knew he was sitting inside the van and wedged in between two beefy big guys.  The first thing that Jason noticed was that the back of the van was all closed in so that he couldn't see where they were going or even who was driving the van.  And then his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness and Jason saw that the two big guys had dark silk stocking masks pulled down over their faces.
            “Are you guys from Ramma Damma?”
            “There ain't no need for you to be talking,” one of the masks said.
            “But I—“
            One of the masks grabbed his arms and held them tight.  And then the other mask laughed.  “We told you to shut up!”
            Jason wasn't used to being spoken to so rudely, and he was just about to talk to the laughing mask about his manners, when all at once the laughing mask came at Jason’s face with a wide roll of orange tape.  Jason guessed that the tape was for him and he started to struggle, but then the other mask started laughing, too while he held Jason’s arms even tighter.  And then the first ugly mask started plastering sticky pieces of tape all over Jason’s lips, his cheeks and even his chin until Jason felt like there was a big hand holding his mouth tightly shut.
            Then the mask holding his arms pushed Jason’s body into the waiting bear-hug of the other mask.  Jason didn't like this.  He didn't like this at all.  And then he looked behind him and saw that the other mask was holding rope!
            Oh no!  Jason didn't want to be tied up!  But there was no escaping from the two big masks and Jason couldn't stop them from wrapping that tight rope all around his wrists and then his chest until his arms were completely trapped.
            “You might as well take a little XXXX, Pledge Boy,” one of the masks laughed at him.
            “Mmmhat…!” Jason mumphed into his tape plaster.  Then Jason got really scared when he saw the other mask holding a dark cloth laundry bag up over his head.  Oh no!  Jason hated being put in the dark!  But the two masks just laughed and laughed while the dark bag was pulled down over Jason’s head and his shoulders and his chest.
            After that all Jason could feel was the dark cloth clinging to his face when he tried to breathe, and the beefy bodies being pressed closed to his, and the bumpy ride of the van until the van finally swerved to a stop.
            Big beefy hands grabbed the bagged Jason and dragged him out of the van.  Then they made him walk and walk when he couldn't see where he was going.  And then, after awhile, one of the beefy hands pushed Jason down.  Jason screamed in fear until he felt his buns being caught by a comfortable couch.  Then the dark bag was abruptly pulled off of his head.
            Blinded by the sudden brightness of the lights in the room, it took Jason a little time to see that he was in somebody’s house, but he didn't know who.  And then he looked up to see the two big stocking masks standing over him, and one of the masks was holding some more rope.
            “You're early,” the mask said.  “So you're gonna have to wait awhile.”
            Without being the least bit nice about it, the two masks grabbed Jason and ignored his frightened whimpers while they tied his ankles and thighs together with the ropes.
            “You move; you get punished!” the other mask warned Jason.
            Then the two stocking masks walked into the next room.  And they left the door open so Jason could hear everything that was said while his two captors joined some of their waiting friends.
            “Where’s Vic?  He’s supposed to be here.”
            “He got tied up at the lab, but he'll be here.”
            “He'd better show up.  He’s the one bringing that snake.”
            Snake…!  Oh no!  Jason knew this was a bad idea and so he begin twisting his wrists and ankles against the tight ropes.
           
 ‘Don't worry about Vic.  Look at the other cool stuff we got.  Here’s that tickle whip you wanted.  
And Sammy brought the itching powder.  And Rod remembered the Vaseline.  And I brought some shaving cream and a real sharp razor.”
            Cold chills ran over Jason’s body.  He didn't even want to think about what those guys might do with some of those things they were talking about.  He had to get out of here!
            But he knew that he had to be quiet, and he knew that he had to be careful, and he knew that he didn't have much time so he forgot about trying to get loose from the ropes.  Instead he slowly levered his body up off of the couch until he was standing up.  Then he tried using the little baby steps the tight ropes would let him take, but those were getting him nowhere fast.

            So then he tried a little hop.  That was okay so he tried another one.  Oh no!  He couldn't stop his top-heavy body from toppling over and he hit the floor really hard with his body.
            Jason froze on the floor and listened intently, but all he could hear coming from the next room was laughter.  Good.
            Afraid to try standing up again, Jason stayed down on the floor and began to crawl slowly like a worm toward where he thought the front door was.
            “Hey Pledge!  You leaving us so soon?”
            All of Jason’s breath ran out of his nose and he lay deflated on the carpet.
            “You'll be sorry if you miss the big party we're going to have for you.  Now I'm sorry I got to do this, but don't want our prize Pledge running away.”
            What could Jason do?  There was so many of them, and there was only one of Jason, and nobody had ever been so cruel to Jason before so he didn't know what to do.  So he didn't struggle at all while the mask bent his body up and tied more painful ropes around Jason's wrists and ankles.

            “Hey Pledge,” the stocking mask whispered.  “I tell you a little secret.  When they tie that blindfold on you and tell you that you're eating worms, don't worry.  What that stuff really is, is only raw liver.”
            Jason’s stomach flipped over, bitter bile rose up into his throat, and he moaned oh so sadly.  He'd just decided that he really didn't want to be a Ramma Damma after all.

THE END

Jason played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/04/2006