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 "56 West Washington..this must be it," thought Chet, as he reached for the doorknob. Chet was excited and a little scared..he'd been rushed by the coolest fraternity on campus, Phi Beta Bonda, and tonight was the first step of the initiation process. The frat was known for pretty rough hazings, and Chet knew there might even be some bondage and humiliation involved. But they were really cool guys, and Chet was determined to make it. He'd even worn his "lucky" Chinese dragon shirt, a gaudy rayon job he wore for all special occasions, even though most of his friends had already told him how ugly it was. A pair of neatly pressed khakis and black dress shoes completed his outfit. He gritted his teeth and turned the doorknob, entering the dilapidated house on the wrong side of town.

"Hello?" Chet said, as the door creaked open. "Ungggh!" was the stud's last coherent statement as a blunt object connected with the back of his head as soon as he stepped through the doorway.

 Chet's head throbbed...for a few minutes he had no clue where he was, or what had happened. He tried to rub his aching head, but quickly realized his wrists were tightly bound in front of him. He was lying on the floor..."Hey!", he called, "Anyone there? Who slugged me? HELP! Someone untie me!" Then Chet realized that all of this might be part of the initiation, and he shut up quick. He didn't want the frat brothers to think he was a wimp. But damn, did they have to XXXX him out and tie him up?

Chet didn't have long to wait...a man entered the room and loomed over him. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his face was masked. His muscular arms were tattooed, and in his hands he held a large blue bandanna.

 "OK, buddy, time for some fun," he growled as he hauled Chet off the floor, and threw him onto the nearby bed. Chest gasped as the masked attacker pulled his lucky shirt down off his shoulders, and yanked it down to his elbows. "Tacky shirt, dude! Now open your piehole!" Chet, terrified yet strangely intrigued, opened his mouth, and his captor shoved the cloth in, pushing it in deeply with his fingertips, then knotting it tightly behind the pledge's head. Chet felt himself pushed down onto the bed, his shoes pulled off, and his ankles being tightly bound with ropes.

 "I wasn't expecting any visitors, but I'm always happy to accommodate an unexpected guest," the masked man said.

Chet was confused. Was this some kind of kinky role-play to prove his worthiness to the fraternity? A XXXX scene designed to test his guts? Chet decided that had to be it, so he didn't even flinch as the attacker reached down and unbuckled his belt. He roughly yanked Chet's khakis down, revealing his tight gray briefs, then turned away and picked up several long lengths of thick black rope. Within a couple of minutes, Chet found himself even more tightly bound as the black rope was tightly snaked around his wrists, waist, thighs, knees and lower legs. He grunted into the gag as the ropes were pulled and knotted tautly. Chet struggled a little, and his khakis dropped down to his ankles.

 "Don't touch that gag, boy, or you'll be in worse trouble. I'll be right back!"

With his wrists bound in front of him, Chet could have reached his gag and pulled it off, but he figured that it was part of his hazing and he'd better go along. He struggled a bit and tested the bindings. No use, he was tightly bound and would have to wait for the next step of the initiation.

The masked man returned, and without a word, sat on the bed next to his handsome bound captive and yanked down Chet's gray briefs. Chet felt the masked attacker's large hands stroking his muscular, exposed ass and a hot flush hit his cock and balls, hardening his shaft. Chet grunted in feeble protest as he was XXXX, and twisting his head, his eyes fell on a note pad on the bedside table. He read the letterhead on the pad: "West Side Halfway House for Male Sex Offenders". Suddenly, reality sank in...Chet screamed into his gag as he felt his shaft being gripped and pumped.

Much later, as Chet lay exhausted on the bed, th emasked man stuffed a doller up his ass. "For your time", he said.

Meanwhile, across town at 56 EAST Washington, in an elegant townhouse, six studly college students lay bound and gagged on the basement floor, writhing and moaning as they were tortured by the Phi Beta Bondas.

"Well, I guess Chet punked out," said the pledgemaster, as he tied a rope tightly around the handsomest pledge's cock and balls. "Put him on the blacklist!"

The End

Chet played by Lewis

Photography by Jake