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            Willy and Peter, the two new Pledge Boys, thought that they were so smart.  First they paraded their jockstrap-clad bodies in front of Pledge Master Erik to distract him with their tempting charms.  Then they had put something in the wine that they had so obediently served him.  Erik didn't know what they had used, but after only a few sips of the sweet wine, he was feeling really light-headed and weak.
            “What did you do to me?” Erik had tried to demand from the two disobedient freshmen, but Willy and Peter had just pranced around him in their sexy jocks and stayed just out of Erik’s reach until the full effects of the XXXX had taken effect.  And, in a very short time, Erik discovered that he was too weak to lift his arms or to even close his drooling mouthy.  This angered Erik and he roared at the two boys, but his roar came out as a bunch of wet raspberries from his numb lips, and Willy and Peter laughed at him.
            By that time the effects of the substance were such that Erik felt like he was outside of his own body.  He could watch what was happening to him, but he was powerless to resist or to interfere in any way.  So then he was quite helpless while Willy and Peter pulled him up out of his throne chair and then dragged his XXXX body over to a corner of the room.
            “Guess you won't be paddling us tonight!” Willy taunted.  And Peter laughed “Yea, and we're going to make sure you can't get your hands nowhere near our jocks.”  With that the two boys dumped Erik into a heap on the floor.
            “You won't get away with this!” Erik slobbered all down the front of his shirt.
            “Oh yea…?  Get his mouth, Willy!”  Peter stood behind Erik and pulled the back of Erik’s head back against the spongy bulge of his jock while he held Erik’s head still.  Then Willy XXXX Erik’s mouth shut while he plastered strip after strip of duct tape in overlapping layers over Erik’s lips and chin until he couldn't move his mouth at all and he had to breathe through his nose.

            As soon as his busy hands were through with the tape, Willy then ran his fingers into Erik’s hair and pulled the Pledge Master’s taped face up against the soft bulge of his jock.  Erik had made the two boys were those same jocks for three days running during their initiation and now he regretted that because his nose was being pressed against the spongy softness of Willy’s jock and now he was being XXXX to sniff three days worth of sweat and other unwashed boy-smells.
            And that was so distracting that Erik didn't even notice at first that clever Peter had pulled Erik’s arms behind his back and now he was happily wrapping coil after coil of tight rope all around the Pledge Master’s arms and wrists until the pain of the tight rope knots finally penetrated through Erik’s  haze.  Too late, Erik realized that the two Pledges were trying to make him completely helpless.

            Erik growled behind his taped-over lips and tried kicking at the two boys with his feet.  But the two clever boys stayed out of range of his feet until they were able to move in and turn him over onto his stomach.  Then Willy held his legs still by sitting on them while Peter wrapped and tied more rope around Erik’s ankles.
            By this time the effects of whatever they had put into his wine were beginning to wear off and Erik was becoming furious.  How dare these two boys treat their Pledge Master in this way?  And Erik’s anger increased as Willy and Peter began dancing around him and pointing their fingers at him and having lots of little jokes at Erik’s expense.
            Anger gave Erik strength and he began struggling and straining at the ropes that were binding him so tightly.  The two Pledges thought that they were so clever, but Erik would show them.  Erik knew a thing or two about ropes, too.  Then Erik folded his body in half and began sliding his tied hands down past his tight buns.
            “Oh no you don't!” Willy pounced on Erik.  “Help me Peter!”
            The two boys wrestled the bound Erik until they managed to turn him over onto his stomach.  Then Willy bent Erik’s knees up behind him and held them in place while Peter wrapped and tied more rope in a tight hog-tie between Erik’s wrists and ankles.
            “Are you sure he can't get away now,” a worried Willy wanted to know.
            “Yea, no problem,” Peter reassured his friend.  “I used to tie my brother like this and he could never get out of it.”
            “Cool!  Then let’s party!” Willy danced toward the next room and Peter followed him.
            Erik heard the sound of music and laughter coming from the next room as the two young freshmen began to enjoy themselves.  “Go ahead boys; have lots of fun,” Erik smiled thinly as he began to slowly, but surely work on the knotted ropes.
            Willy and Peter had no way of knowing it, but Erik had been tied up before.  And now that the effects of the XXXX wine had finally dissipated, Erik’s brain was starting to clear and he could feel the strength returning to his muscles.  Now all he needed was a little patience.
            It wasn't easy.  The two freshmen had done a pretty good job of tying their knots.  But then one knot began to come loose.  And then Erik solved another knot-puzzle.  And then he began to feel some slack in the ropes.
            One by one, the tight ropes gave way until Erik was finally able to get his hands free.  Then he peeled the nasty duct tape off of his face so that he could breathe a little better before he tackled the rest of the knotted ropes.
            And, even as the last of the ropes were falling free, Erik was developing a nasty plan; a plan that involved lots of munching on soiled jocks, and lots of tight buddy-bondage, and just a little bit of revenge against Willy and Peter for being such bad boys.

 THE END

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/08/2005