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            Following the instructions that the Lambda House had left for Tobie was fairly easy.  Find the van parked behind the grocery store, go inside, tie the purple bandanna over your eyes, and wait.  Tobie wanted to be accepted as a Pledge at the Lambda House in the worst way so he did exactly as he was told.
            Now Tobie was sitting inside the van with the soft cloth of the folded bandanna pressing his eyes closed.  And then he heard the door of the van open, someone came in and closed the door, and then whoever it was sat down very close to Tobie.
            “Are you from the Lambda House?” Tobie asked the darkness.  There was no answer.  And then Tobie began to smell a strange sweet kind of smell like the guy was wearing some strong cologne or something.  “Ooh!  What is that smell?”
            “Something for you to sniff,” a deep voice answered.
            “Sniff…?  I don't want to sniff anything.”
            Suddenly a big wad of damp cloth was being pressed over Tobie’s nose and mouth and the sweet smell on the cloth was so overpowering that he began to gag.  Tobie tried to tell him to stop, and he tried to back his face away from the XXXX cloth, but then another hand grabbed him by the back of his head and began pushing his face deeper and deeper into the damp folds of cloth.  And then a strange dizziness and darkness took Tobie away.
            By the time the dizziness lifted, Tobie knew that he was in a different place and he was feeling very confused.  The Lambda House was devoted to poetry and the arts.  Why would they treat him like this?  First there was that awful smelling cloth, and now Tobie could feel tight ropes hugging his ankles and thighs, and his chest and his wrists.  But worst of all Tobie now had some kind of thick rag tied between his teeth and filling up his mouth up with cloth.  And Tobie was feeling like he had made a terrible mistake.
            Suddenly somebody’s hands were on Tobie’s head and impatient fingers were yanking the bandanna blindfold off of his eyes.  Bright light made Tobie blink his eyes several times before he could see anything at all.  Then he looked around at a strange untidy bedroom and realized “This wasn't the Lambda House!”
            And then Tobie saw a big guy coming toward him.  The guy was dressed in jeans and a dirty sweatshirt and he had one of those rubber monster masks pulled down over his face.  And then Tobie saw something else.  The insignia on the sweatshirt was the insignia of the Hydras.  “Oh no!”  The Hydras were a crazy fringe fraternity that you would have to be completely insane to join.  People said that they practiced black magic, and they held crazy rituals, and now they held Tobie.
            “Let me out of here!” Tobie screamed as loud as he could into his mouthful of rag.  That was a mistake.
            Immediately the big guy pounced on Tobie and held him by his face while he held a beefy hand over Tobie’s gagged lips and  sneered from behind the ugly rubber mask “You ain't be hurt yet, pledge.  You want to be hurt?”
            Fear clutched at Tobie’s heart and made his insides feel queasy.
            “Now lie back on that bed and let me have a look at you.”  Strong hands pushed Tobie back onto the unmade bed and the monster mask began circling the bed and making strange chuckling sounds while he looked over his captive from every angle.  “Not bad,” the monster decided.  “Now roll over, go on!”
            Tobie didn't want to, but he didn't know what else to do.  So he struggled against the ropes and finally made himself roll over until he was lying face down on top of the smelly bedding.
            “You got nice buns pledge.  You ever been strapped or birched?”
            A moan rose up out of Tobie’s throat and he shook his head from side to side.
            “All right, back on your back.  Hurry up!  I got to get you ready for the other guys.”
            What other guys?  What were they going to do?  Tobie didn't like this at all.  Somehow he managed to roll his body over until he was lying on his back again.  And then he looked up and saw the monster mask coming toward him .
            “No!  Don’t !” Tobie screamed into his mouthful of soggy rag.
            But the monster mask just laughed.
            Tobie was so scared that he couldn't watch so he closed his eyes and tried very hard to ignore the feeling of someone else’s hands on his body and pulling at his clothes until finally he felt a draft and opened his eyes to see where it was coming from.  Now Tobie’s pants were all cut and pulled down below his knees and the monster mask was leering at his little green jockstrap and his bare thighs.
            “Not bad,” the monster mask decided, “But you need a shave.”
            A shave!  Tobie screamed inside his frightened mind.  They couldn't shave me!
            But then as Tobie looked up at the leering monster mask again he realized that there no limits on what these crazy Hydras might do to him.
            “Okay pledge, you're gonna lie right here on this bed and I'm gonna make some phone calls so the other Hydras know you're ready to give them some entertainment.”

            The monster mask walked out of the room.  Tobie tried to pinch himself.  Was this some kind of crazy nightmare he was dreaming?  No, it was all too real and Tobie suddenly realized that he didn't want to find out what kind of entertainment these Hydras might like.  He had to get out of here now!
            First Tobie wormed around on the bed and contorted his body in different ways while he tried desperately to get his fingers on the knots of the ropes that were holding him prisoner.  But, even when he managed to get his fingers on the ropes, he discovered that the knots were too tightly tied for him to even budge.
            Then Tobie became even more desperate while he managed to get his tied feet down on the floor and then levered himself up into a standing position.  Then he began to move his feet back and forth as much as the tight ropes would let him and began taking these tiny steps away from the bed.  Little by little, Tobie managed to get his bound body almost to the bedroom doorway.
            Suddenly the monster mask appeared in the doorway and clamped a big hand over Tobie’s mouth while the monster’s other hand grabbed a handful of Tobie’s shirt and began pushing him back toward the bed.
            “You just made a major mistake,” the monster mask informed him.  “Now I'm gonna have to tie you really tight, and when the guys get here, we're gonna have to punish you even more than the last Lambda we captured.”
            They'd captured other Lambdas?  They'd done this before?  Why didn't anybody ever tell Tobie these things?  These were the kind of desperate thoughts young Tobie was having while his trussed body was being manhandled back onto the bed.  Then the monster mask laughed an evil laugh while he began tying more and more rope between Tobie’s wrists and ankles until Tobie's numb fingers were close to his tingling toes.
            “Now don't go anywhere,” the monster mask advised.  “We’re gonna have us a real party tonight!”  And then the monster began to laugh and laugh as he went out the door.
            And each laugh was like the cut of a whip on Tobie’s bound body while he felt the tears running down out of his eyes to mix in with the drool that was dripping out of his mouth.  He was definitely in the wrong house, and nobody might ever hear of him again.

Tobie played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/24/2005