For the next couple weeks, Bryan proved to be the perfect pledge. Any initial fears Xander and Skeevo had about his fitting in seemed to be unfounded, as Bryan bowed, scraped, and ingratiated himself with the best of them.

Bryan not only accepted his rubbergear requirements, he soon took to requesting permission to wear various types of snug bodysuits and other undergear beneath his regular clothing to wear to class and elsewhere from day to day. Bryan didn't speak much, but when he did, it was usually about various cute guys he'd eyed in class or around campus.

His chores were always done promptly and flawlessly. He showed infinite courtesy to the other pledges and was the greatest sport whenever he was the victim of a joke or jibe. Xander and Skeevo quickly came to the conclusion that Bryan had been a closeted gay rubberist all along and that was the source of his previous behavioral problems. They were delighted to provide him with not only a cure but a place where he could belong. Although they were a bit puzzled to receive his note...

Xander and Skeevo met in their main room upstairs, each bearing expressions of confusion. Both had come straight from classes, so they wore their street clothes. Skeevo held up a small note and asked his buddy, "You got one too?"

Xander waved his own identical note and nodded. "Yup."

Skeevo furrowed his brow. "You think maybe there's a problem?"

Xander pondered. "You wouldn't think so. Bryan seems to be fitting in really well around here. Maybe he just has a question to ask."

"Or maybe--", Skeevo began, but his theorizing was cut off when Bryan entered the room.

Bryan was attired in a loose-fitting bodysuit with a tanktop-style top. Around his shoulders was an unbuttoned rubber shirt with the Rho Upsilon Beta Rho PLEDGE logo across the left breast. "Good, you got my notes", Bryan said. "Thanks so very much for meeting me here. I realize that this is very bad protocol, I mean a pledge summoning his masters, but I really wanted to talk to you both and I hope it's okay that--"

Xander interrupted. "It's cool, we get it, Bryan. So what's up, anyway?"

"What's the problem?", Skeevo asked.

Bryan looked surprised. "Oh--oh no! There's no problem! I just wanted to meet with you two privately."

"Becaaausse--?", Xander prompted.

Bryan looked a little embarrassed. "Wellll...it's just that you two have done so much to make me feel so welcome here, and all. And all the other guys have been great, and boy, I have never--and I mean NEVER--been in any place like this. It's incredible, like--"

"Cut to the chase, Bry", Skeevo said.

"I wanted to give you guys something. As a way of saying thank-you. That's all."

"You got us a present?", Xander said.

"Bryan, geez, you didn't have to do that", Skeevo said.

"But I wanted to!", Bryan insisted. "I just didn't want to give it to you in front of the other guys since I didn't want to make a big deal out of it or look like I was showing off."

Skeevo smiled. "Well, we appreciate that, Bryan. That was good of you."

"Can I ask something else now, please, sirs? I still want to surprise you with your present. Kinda keep up the suspense just a little longer."

"What did you have in mind?", Xander asked.

"Um, c-could you turn and face each other?" Xander and Skeevo exchanged a look, both grinning. Skeev nodded curtly. Why not? The two rubber frat masters turned and faced each other. "N-now, close your eyes. Please. Sirs."

The two boys were smiling broadly now, anxiously awaiting their surprise gift from their eager new pledge. "Won't take a sec", Bryan promised. The duo could hear the young pledge quickly step into the hallway and then return, closing the door behind him. Something rustled in his hands--a bag?--but the masters refrained from taking a peek.

Xander felt something smooth and rubber slip around his neck. Cool metal brushed against the back of his neck and he heard a small clink. "Ahh, collars. I'm likin' this surprise already", Xander beamed.

"Dude, shut up, you're wreckin' the surprise", Skeevo admonished him from behind closed eyes. But then Skeevo was treated to the same sensation, and felt a tingle of pleasure as his own throat was wrapped in firm rubber.

"Okay sirs, you ready?", Bryan said.

"Ready", Skeevo answered.

"More than ready", Xander agreed.

"Good", Bryan said with finality. There was the sound of a chain jingling and another, stronger click. Both frat leaders inhaled sharply, their eyes popping open. Neither of them was prepared for what they saw, what they about to experience.

"Well, that was a hell of a lot easier than I thought, gayboys", Bryan said contemptuously. "You've really got quite the little faggot's paradise going on here, don't you, fellas?" Xander and Skeevo said nothing, but simply swayed slightly from side to side, staring vacantly into each other's eyes, their breathing shallow.

Bryan began to peel off his rubber outfit. "And Christ Almighty, how do you WEAR this shit? I mean, GodDAMN, I feel like the fucking Michelin Man in this thing." Bryan tossed his rubber shirt into the corner. He then walked around to Xander and peeled off his former master's yellow chamois shirt and put it on himself. As Bryan buttoned up, he admired Xander's muscular back and arms. Pursing his lips, Bryan said, "You know, I think you'd both look better that way. Strip. But maintain eye contact, queers."

Unable to resist, the two buddies did as bidden. "Yeahh...strippp...", Xander muttered. "Sirrr...", Skeevo slurred out.

Soon the pair stood naked before each other, and Bryan, who had now claimed Xander's jeans, boxers, and loafers as well, strode around them in a tight circle. "Tell me, Xander old buddy", Bryan chided. "What's Skeevo here to you?"

"Besss frien'...", he managed to get out.

"And what do you think of Xander, shorty?", Bryan asked of Skeevo.

"Zaamme..."

"Then I think you'd better let each other know that, huh? Your new orders, F: Emm-Oh! NOW!" Xander and Skeevo were all over each other. Their new sluggishness instantly evaporated, and their naked arms wrapped around each other, tongues in each other's mouths, snaking down as far as they could go. Both boys had very full erections.

Bryan started laughing. "Fuck, you ARE a couple of worthless fairies at that! I was beginning to wonder if everyone else was being put through their paces strictly for humiliation's sake, but damn!" Bryan watched the two fratboys make out for a while, then he went to a nearby closet and selected a pair of snug bodysuits for each of them.

Bryan walked back over to the duo and tossed the rubber garments over their heads, where they flopped atop the grasping arms and intertwined lips. "Put those things on", Bryan commanded. The boys broke their embrace and fumbled for their suits. "Hey!", Bryan accosted them. "I never said to stop kissing! Keep kissing, and put the suits on each other if you have to. You aren't allowed to break it up yet! Pay fucking attention!!"

Xander and Skeevo dove back into each other's arms and kissed passionately again. They fumbled like amateurs to get into their tight rubber suits, which was especially difficult without any talcum powder, but after close to twenty minutes of struggling and pulling-- all while maintaining their lip contact--they finally stood fully wrapped in their rubber attire.

"Well, that was entertaining, but it's time to get down to business", Bryan stated with authority. "Do you have any idea how stupid you two fags are?"

Xander spoke out the side of his mouth as he continued to kiss his best friend madly. "Yessir, --mmh--we're stupid, sir."

Skeevo agreed, in between gasps. "Stupid fags-mmph--sir."

Xander went on. "Coupl'a--mm, uhhh--stupid fucking idiots."

"Shut the hell up!", Bryan yelled.

"Thorry." Xander was already back to kissing in full force.

"You know", Bryan went on, "not every one of your precious little pledges just does what he's told. Not all of us stay out of your room just because you tell us to. Do you have any idea how much incredible shit you've got lying around that anyone can just waltz in here and take??" Bryan leaned in close to look at the chain he'd discovered in Skeevo's footlocker, and the collars around the boys' necks. "Now this baby here", and he tapped the chain, causing the two boys to take sharp intakes of breath, "took me a while to figure out, but when I did..." Bryan let out a low whistle. "I knew damn well I had just the thing I was looking for."

Bryan took a step back, crossed his arms, and spoke very clearly. "My dear and obedient little pervert fags--lose yourselves to passion."

Xander and Skeevo let out powerful gasps as they clutched each other tightly and fell to the floor like sacks of laundry. As they squirmed on the carpet, rubbered bodies pressed tightly together, mouths locked together as if by some powerful sealant, Bryan squatted down beside them on his haunches.

"And now, you helpless little queerboys, there are going to be a few changes made around here."

WAKE-UP CALL

"Do you think we should wake 'em up?"

The four boys stood over the cage in which Bryan had placed Xander and Skeevo. The duo was oblivious to their presence, still wrapped in each other's arms, stroking and caressing each other as they continued to kiss passionately.

"It doesn't look like they're asleep", said Jason . "I mean, would they be moving around like that if they were?"

Jordan squirmed a bit. "Guys, we should go. I-I don't even think we should be in here. We probably shouldn't be seeing this. It must be some kind of special ritual we're not ready for. I mean, they're Masters. Capital 'M'. They know what they're doing--"

"Don't be such a goddamn pansy", sneered Jesse. "It's bad enough it took you guys like half an hour to decide whether or not you were gonna open the goddamn door."

"Fifteen minutes!", said Jason defensively.

Jesse wasn't paying attention, as he squatted down beside the cage. "Master Xander! Master Skeevo! It's your guys! We need to talk to you!" The rubber frat masters just kept on lovingly wrestling together. Jesse smacked the side of the cage. "C'mon, snap out of it! Jesus!"

Jordan crept over and tapped the cage with two fingers. "Um, sirs? We really need to talk with you. It's Bryan, sirs. He's been speaking on your behalf and we don't think he has permission--"

"Fuck this", Jesse said with finality. "Jonathan, Jason , help me get them out of this thing." The other boys just looked at him with great trepidation. Jesse's face reddened. "Lets move! You wanna leave 'em like this??" And he pointed to himself and to them. "Or have us stay like this?!" The boys looked at each other, then bowed their heads, feeling ashamed. "NOW!", Jesse yelled.

Jesse lead Jonathan and Jason in unlatching the locks that secured the oversized cage to its base, as Jordan looked on nervously, biting his nails. It took some doing, as the latches were tricky. Even not requiring keys, it took a minute or two to figure out how they worked. Finally, Jonathan and Jason held the cage bars, its four walls and roof--or more accurately, its lid--off and away from their rubber masters, who remained oblivious to their efforts, or even their presence.

"Um, what do you think we should do with this--?", Jonathan asked.

Jesse slapped the cage out of their hands and chucked it across the room to clang against the wall. Jordan jumped back and whimpered. Jesse squatted down beside the enraptured Xander and Skeevo and began to shake them. "Masters?! Boss? GUYS! Wake the hell up, wouldya??" No response.

Jordan began to whine a bit, as if trying to get the other boys' attention. "G-guys? I-I-I think maybe that--"

Jesse cut him off. "What they hell are these two ON? Why won't they acknowledge us?" Then, to the entranced duo, "Guys! YO! Snap OUT of it!"

Jonathan and Jason squatted beside him. Jason pondered, "Do you suppose they're sick? Is it possible to overdose on rubbersex? Is this what happens when you get too much?" Jesse just smacked him hard in the arm, glaring at him.

"G-g-guys--?", Jordan stammered.

Jonathan asked Jesse, "Should I go get, like, a bucket of cold water or something?"

Jesse shook his head. "With all the moisture from sweat they've got going, I don't think it'd do any good. We may have to pry them off each other--"

"G-Guys!", Jordan shouted.

The trio turned around harshly, "WHAT?!"

Jordan pointed to the chain that connected Xander and Skeevo's collars together. "What's with that padlock? Have you ever seen anything like it before?"

Jesse whipped his head back around and looked at the small but formidable padlock holding their masters' rubber collars together. Jesse leaned in and held it, his brow furrowing. "What the fuck--?"

"It's not theirs, is it?", Jordan said, more a statement than a question.

"I'll bet not", decided Jesse. He turned the lock over in his hands, difficult as that was, what with Xander and Skeevo pawing all over each other at the same time. Jesse squinted as he examined the side of the lock. He saw a small red light embedded in the side, blinking at regular intervals. He leaned close, the hot breath of the two rubber lovers puffing intensely against the side of his head. He ran his fingers along the chains extended from the lock to the masters' collars. In another moment, Jesse pulled back.

"It's doing something to them, all right", he announced.

"Wh-what does it do?", Jordan asked.

"I have no clue, but whatever it is, it must feel pretty good. I can barely hear some kind of signal or relay comin' from the padlock, and there's a charge running down the chains to their collars, too. I just barely touched the chains and it felt pretty damn hot. Sexy hot. I can only imagine what it feels like for them."

Jonathan and Jason got on either side of their masters and placed their hands around the rubber collars each young man wore. Both boys began to shiver on contact.

"Whoa! You feel that, man?", Jonathan asked.

"H-h-hooo-ly shit, dudes! Th-this is fucking incredible--!", Jason concurred.

Jesse smacked their hands away from the collars for fear of losing both of them to the rapture. "And you guys are on the outside." He nodded toward Xander and Skeevo. "Those two are locked in."

Jesse immediately plopped down on his back and began to fiddle with the lock connecting his mentors. "DAMN this thing is secure. Fuck! How the hell do we undo it? Look around to see if there's a key anywhere. I'm gonna try to pick it. Grab anything small and metal--straight pins, nails, anything." Jordan began to rifle drawers.

Jonathan and Jason chimed in from above. "Both the collars are locked on, too. They have smaller versions of the main padlock, they're both beeping really faintly."

"Do we go get bolt cutters or something for the chain, maybe?"

"Outta the way, you guys. Jesse, get up." Jordan spoke with newfound confidence. He was holding a large pair of black kitchen shears.

Jesse started to balk. "Those things aren't gonna get through the chain--!"

"I'm not cutting the chain", he answered back, sliding the shears under the tight collar around Skeevo's neck. Jordan grunted as he slowly cut his way through the thick rubber collar. There was a slight sizzling sound and the faint smell of electrical smoke.

"Dude, you could be hurting them! Stop it!", Jason urged.

But Jordan wasn't about to stop. He leapt over to Xander's side and began to cut through his collar. This time there were sparks, and a crackling noise.

"That's it", Jesse scolded. "Your dumbass move is gonna get them killed. Get the hell away from--"

There was a final spark and a pronounced crackling noise as the two rubber masters broke apart and flopped over onto their backs, letting out enormous gasps.

"GHhuuuuuuhHHHH!" The collars fell to the floor and the light within the main padlock faded, to be soon followed by the smaller versions at the collars' clasps.

Xander wheezed, looking at the ceiling. "HHAaaaaauuUHHH! Holy muther-fuckin' shit! Woo!" Then, after a few more gasps, "Sweet Jesus, but my lips are sore."

Skeevo remained on his back, a dazed look in his eyes. Finally, he remarked, "That was intense."

"Um, fellas--?", Xander said, his eyes still focused on the ceiling, his breath slowly starting to steady. "To whom do we owe the pleasure of this timely rescue?"

"It's us, sir", said Jesse. "Your chosen boys. The 4 J's. Jesse, Jonathan, Jason , and Jordan." Then, he added, "It was Jordan that actually cut you loose." He looked over to Jordan, who grinned in appreciation of the recognition.

"Good work, guys", Skeevo said, also still on his back, his arms spread at his sides, appearing in no hurry to go anywhere.

"You guys definitely have earned yourselves a cookie", Xander remarked.

"With frosting", amended Skeevo.

"Oh, yeah, definitely", agreed Xander. "And sprinkles. Hell, two cookies. Apiece."

Skeevo tried to sit up but found his body felt like it weighed a ton so he settled for trying to twist his head around to make eye contact with the boys. He couldn't quite manage that, either, so he just spoke in their general direction. "How long have we been out of commission, fellas?"

The boys exchanged nervous glances amongst themselves. Then Jason said, "Um, we haven't seen you two in almost a week."

"A week?!" Despite his exhaustion, Xander forced himself to roll over, trading his view of the ceiling for one of the floor, or rather, the mat he'd been lying on. "We've been trapped in here doin' the latex nasty for nearly seven days? Howcum no one missed us?"

Skeevo turned his head toward his friend. "More importantly, howcum we're not dead? Rubbersex feeds the libido, but I don't think you'll find it listed among the four basic food groups." Skeevo limply swatted Xander's shoulder. Xander dragged his face across the mat and rested his cheek upon it to see what his friend wanted. Jerking his thumb backwards, Skeevo said, "Bud, flip me over."

Almost absently, Xander reached over, grasped Skeevo's shoulder and pushed. As if he weighed only a few pounds (quite contrary to how he felt at the moment), Skeevo flopped over to land off the mat, on his stomach. With a groan, Skeevo placed his palms against the floor and attempted push himself up. He was only partially successful.

Xander suddenly said in a perkier voice, "Hey, look at this!" He gestured to the floor all around them, which was littered with foil wrappers for energy bars, protein drinks, and a host of other health and exercise supplements. "This must be how our foul captor kept us alive all the while we were enraptured in intense rubberness."

Skeevo plucked up one wrapper between two fingers from the mounds of debris and waved it casually at Xander. "You think maybe?" He tossed it to the side in disgust. Skeevo then propped himself up on his elbows to face their rescuers. "Guys, seriously, we really owe you for coming to our--" then he stopped, getting a good look at them. "What happened to you guys?"

The four boys were dressed identically, but for the color of their outfits. Each one was attired in a relaxed rubber bodysuit, with snug attached boots and open-faced hood. Their hands and faces were the only part of their bodies exposed, but the sleeve cuffs and hood trim fit so tightly it didn't look to make any difference. Stenciled in bold letters, presumably with liquid latex, in a slight arc across their chests was the legend "RUBBERSLUT". Jonathan, in all white rubber, had been labeled RUBBERSLUT #1. The other three boys, Jason , Jordan, and Jesse, were in blue, yellow, and red rubber, bearing the tags of RUBBERSLUT #s 2, 3, and 4, respectively. All of their suits sported snap-open codpieces with the smaller stenciled label "SUCK HERE". And although Xander and Skeevo couldn't see them yet, the boys had been stuck with similar flaps in the back over their asses, labeled "FUCK HERE".

Xander blinked at them. "This is a new look for you guys, isn't it?"

"Tell me this uniform wasn't selected by pledge consensus", Skeevo said.

"It's Bryan", Jesse informed them. "He says he's been operating on your authority. He's got us all decked out like this."

"He took all our other clothes", said Jordan.

"We have to go along with his orders under penalty of being kicked out of the frat", Jason said.

Xander and Skeevo staggered to their feet, feeling the ache in their legs from so many hours of disuse. "Okay. First order of business", said Skeevo, "is to get you guys into some normal clothes."

Xander was swaying a bit as he stood, but said with authority, "Sniff."

Skeevo looked at him askance, but did as he suggested. He inhaled sharply through his nose. He looked again at Xander, who simply raised his eyebrows.

Skeevo looked back to the four boys. He raised a finger, saying, "Amendment. First, we shower. THEN we get you guys some normal clothes."

The group made their way out of the room, Xander and Skeevo peeling off their rank and slickened rubbergear as they went. "Y'know, I'm thinkin' the whole celibacy-chastity thing is looking pretty darn good to me right about now", Xander observed.

Skeevo said, "If you're thinking of starting a club for it, I get to be president."

Once cleaned up, the two fratboys, accompanied by the four branded rubbersluts, made their way downstairs. There Chris, Thomas, and Seann sat, paced and brooded respectively. Each of them was similarly attired in the humiliating rubberslut gear, designated as #s 5, 6, & 7, with Chris in sunkist orange rubber, Thomas in kelly green, and Seann in dusty violet. No kidding. Dusty violet rubber. It suited him.

"Masters!", hollered Benji from the far corner. He came bounding over to Xander and Skeevo gleefully. He was not dressed in a rubberslut uniform. Instead, he was in a deep purple and extremely baggy clown jumper. The jumper was adorned with a variety of stars and circles of bright blue, pink, and yellow. Atop his head was a conical hat with a ruffled base and pompon topper of baby blue. Benji clomped around in his canary yellow Bozo shoes, doing a little dance. "Um, uhh, dudes--er, I mean masters! I greet thee as thou hast told me to!" He then started to sing a little ditty to the tune of 'You Are My Sunshine'. "You are my MAS-terrrs, my only MAS-terrrs, whom I must bow to, 'cause I'm so gaaa-ayy--!" As Benji hopped around, a bundle of helium balloons tethered to his right wrist danced with him. Each balloon, in colors that matched his outfit, bore boldly- lettered, single word epithets like "Faggot", "Queer", "Pansy", "Fudge-Packer" and worse.

"Can I go back to the cage?", Xander asked Skeevo. "Cause this is really freakin' me out."

Upon seeing the duo, Thomas stormed over to them, practically exploding. "You fuckers! You promised us that we'd have someplace we could be ourselves--to have some dignity! How dignified is THIS?!" He slapped the demeaning logo emblazoned upon his green-rubbered chest. "You said we'd have someplace to belong here!"

"Well, you'd be hard pressed to fit in anywhere else dressed like that, you gotta admit", Skeevo said.

"Goddamn you--!" Thomas reeled back to take a swing at Skeev, but Jonathan grabbed his arm just as Xander leapt between the two.

"Hold it, hold it!", Xander said. "This is not our doing, Tom. I swear it. It seems our little pal Bryan has taken it upon himself to stage a coup."

"He said he was acting on YOUR authority!", Thomas sneered.

"Fair enough. And suppose he said I was an elderly Dutch woman. Or that the reason you haven't seen hide nor hair of Skeev and I for the last seven days is because we'd gone on an overseas trip to round up some Venezuelan beaver cheese. Would you believe that too?"

Thomas backed off a bit, and Jonathan loosened his grip on him.

"Now", Xander said. "Do you want to stay dressed up in that--that thing you got on?"

Thomas began to bristle again. "I think I just said--!"

"Then get the fuck out of it", Xander said. "Strip it off, the bunch of you guys. Skeevo and I will go out to the mall and buy you guys new clothes if we have to."

Benji clomped over in his clown suit. "Dudes! Can we go to the GAP??" Skeevo stared at him with a glare that seemed to say "I cannot believe I am on the same fucking planet as you."

Xander made a circular motion with his hand. "Okay, everybody, round up time! The whole bunch of you, front and center!" The group of newly-enslaved rubberboys gathered close to their masters. "It's time to bring this horseshit to a screeching halt. We start by getting you out of those--" And that was as far as they got.

"THERE they are!" The group turned to see the jock babes entering from the back porch.

"Kinda forgot to tell you what Finch did to the quarterbacks", Jonathan mumbled.

"Thanks for the delayed heads-up", Skeevo said out the corner of his mouth.

Eli, Eric, and Simms walked in attired in what could only be referred to as ridiculous getups. Each of the handsome young quarterbacks was dressed in loose, yet sleek, one- piece white rubber bodysuits that were cinched at the waist, showing off their considerable packages. Each suit had a cute baby blue sailor's collar, complete with tie in front and over-the-shoulder flap that hung down past their shoulder blades. The collar's open front dipped to a low point over their pecs, showing off the musculature beneath.

On their feet were oversized baby blue knee boots, perfectly matching their shirt collars, with a wide fold-over white cuff at the top. The front of their boot flaps boasted a rainbow flag with the words "Sailor Boy Pride!" scrawled proudly atop them in the same baby blue.

In fact, their whole outfits were crawling with gay insignia. Their left pecs bore pink triangles, and their shoulders had military-style patches in the shape of a purple handprint. The soles of their boots were lined with the six repeating rainbow colors of the pride flag. Likewise, in a thin border not more than a quarter-inch wide, the same rainbow colors snaked their way along the base of the fold-over boot cuff and the sailor's collar. Splashed boldly across the back flap of their outfit was another, giant pink triangle with twin intertwined red circle/arrow male symbols.

Atop each boy's head was a white rubber sailor's hat with a rainbow triangle on the front, and pink trim across the brim. Despite their still-impressive builds, they looked like a carnival act.

"You finally had the balls to show your faces, you sonsofbitches!", Eli seethed. It was disconcerting to see a face that usually was so charming and cheerful twisted into a mask of rage. "We're just gonna help each other out, huh? Just want to have us around so you little gayboys could stare at us, huh? Well, who the fuck WOULDN'T stare at us now?!"

Xander leaned close to Skeevo. "Don't stare."

Skeevo stared at them. "Man, you have no idea how much that is not an option right now."

"I KNEW you guys were gonna pull some shit! I knew it!" Eric smashed a fist into his palm. He actually looked threatening, which was quite an accomplishment given his outfit. "I say the three of us kick your sorry asses right now! I mean, I don't give a shit whether you release the pictures and videos to goddamn CNN now, much less circulate them around campus!"

"I'm down with that", Simms said.

Skeevo raised his eyebrows. "We got you guys on video now?"

Xander rubbed his forehead. "Our boy's been a busy little beaver, hasn't he?"

Eli, Eric and Simms prepared to descend upon the rubber masters, when Jonathan intervened. "Guys", there's been a major mistake here."

"Damn right there has!", Simms spat.

Jason joined them. "No, no, it wasn't them. It was that bastard Bryan, he took over, he--"

"Look what they had him do to us!", Eli fumed, indicating he and his companions' ludicrous ensembles. "Just look at us!"

"WE just spent the last week locked in a cage on the floor of our own bedroom!!", Xander snapped back. "Given the choice, I'd opt for looking like a queer Buster Brown any day of the week, so why don't you shut the fuck up and let me think, okay?!"

Eli and his jock pals were so thrown by Xander's tone and the fire in his eyes that they backed down. Skeevo, not waiting for further developments, made his way purposefully across the room. He shooed Chris and Thomas aside with a wave of his hand. "Move, move." Skeevo approached some of the more ornate molding to the left of the mantle, and then paused, turning back to the group.

"You didn't see this, alright?" He then returned to his work before anyone could respond. Skeevo then manipulated the molding and within a few twists it came open as if it were the door to a safe, which is in fact what it was. Skeevo began to withdraw handfuls of cash and a single gold credit card. "Benji, c'mere."

Benji the purple clown bounded over to Skeevo, his rubber master, eyes wide and eager to please.

Skeevo handed him some of the cash and the credit card. "Go to the mall, get everyone some new clothes. First go up to our room. You'll find a black notebook on my desk with everyone's sizes in it. Use that for reference."

Benji beamed at being entrusted with this vital mission. "Can I go to the GA--?"

Skeevo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Go to the GAP, to Old Navy, to wherever else you can get these guys clothes that aren't either rubber or embarrassing." Skeevo looked to the slightly puzzled rubber crew. "Any chance you guys know where your shoes are?" All present shook their heads. "Go to Foot Locker, too", Skeevo said, handing him the rest of the cash.

Skeevo then patted Benji on the shoulder, indicating his mission had begun. "Use up the cash first, then go to the credit card if you have to."

As Benji bounced up the stairs to retrieve the sizing chart, Skeevo casually slammed the wall safe shut. The boys stared. If they had not just seen Skeevo open it up, they would never had known it was there. Skeevo shrugged. "Emergency fund. I'd say this situation qualifies."

Benji came leaping back down the stairs, the notebook in hand. He was practically out the door when Xander's voice brought him back. "Yo, Ben!" Benji stopped on his heels. "If anyone asks, buddy, you are on break from your new job delivering balloons, got it?"

Benji's face split into a wide grin and he flashed Xander the thumbs-up. "Sweeeeet." With that, he was gone.

Skeevo and Xander made their way to the couch and sat down, gesturing that the others do the same. "And now, dear fellows", Xander said, "why don't you fill us in on exactly what you boys have been subjected to during our absence?"

The squadron of freshly-attired Rho Upsilon boys sat clustered around the television, looking like a print ad from Teen Beat. Labels from GAP, Old Navy, Structure, and a host of others covered the college boys from head to toe. None of them noticed or cared. They were all staring at the television screen, which displayed images from a videotape shot by the infamous Bryan Finch.

Onscreen, the three gorgeous college quarterbacks writhed one on top of the other in a three-way atop gleaming rubber sheets. Eli, Eric, and Simms crouched low in their chairs, hands over their eyes. The remaining boys sat on the edge of their seats, mouths hanging open and eyes wide.

"How in God's name did he--?", Skeevo started.

Eli spoke, staring intently at the wall. "He slipped something into our drinks and the next thing we knew, we woke up from what we had all thought was an encounter with three hot supermodels. But it was just us. Us and that fuck Bryan standing over us with a goddamn video camera, applauding our performance."

Benji leaned in close to the screen. "Dudes, you sure you're really straight? You sure seem to be gettin' into it--" Jesse hauled off and smacked Benji in the head. "Ow!! I was just sayin'."

Simms fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. "That's not as bad as what came after." He pantomimed clicking a remote with his thumb so Xander would fast-forward the tape. He did, and what appeared next was the three boys, buck naked but for rubber dog collars and harnesses, looking terribly frightened.

The video showed Eric standing before Eli and Simms, who were down on their knees. Eli looked into the camera, saying in a tinny recorded voice, "Bryan, you can't do this. I can't do this. I can't handle it, I swear to God, man."

On the tape, Simms added, "Xander and Skeevo couldn't possibly have meant for us to do this. You must'a heard them wrong. You should check with them before we do--"

From off-camera, Bryan's voice came in confident, arrogant tones. "I have my orders. And so do you. Now unless you want copies of your previous performance circulated to your coaches, every one of your teammates, and the media, I suggest you get busy."

On screen, Simms hesitantly massaged Eric's member to arousal. Then a shaking Eli moved slowly forward, taking his friend's member in his mouth.

All around the frat house living room, the guys looked on in shock and stunned silence. Moaning noises emanated from the TV. They were soon followed by sucking and slurping sounds. Then, less than half a minute later, the sound of rapid groans and wheezing, then--swallowing. Simms leapt over and slammed his fist against the remote, shutting the TV off.

Skeevo looked over at the three humiliated athletes. "Holy crap, you guys."

"He's got like ten of those scenes taped now", Eli whispered, burying his head in his hands. Then he looked up, as a thought occurred to him. "Oh, and you're out of mouthwash."

"So get more from the hall closet", Xander said. Eric slowly shook his head from side to side.

Xander sat up. "Guys, we buy all that stuff from a bulk warehouse club. There should be like seven economy-size bottles left--"

Simms said sternly, "Trust us. You are out. Of mouthwash." Eli ran his tongue around his mouth, making a "yucky" face.

"Guys", Skeevo said, "it's not like you're 90-pound weaklings. Why didn't you just kick his ass?"

"He said others had seen it", Simms informed them. "Wouldn't tell us who."

"So wreck the tape already", Xander said, mystified.

Eric exploded. "Jesus, how stupid do you think we ARE?! That's just a copy! Bryan said he's got multiple copies, some hidden--some held by other people he knows! He says he's got a guy dying to run them as internet movies--!"

Jonathan stepped forward. "It's been like that for all of us. Bryan's threatened to out us all to the whole campus if we don't follow his lead. He's shot secret vids of all of us together at one time or another. And I mean really together, in rubber, doing--"

"I know what you meant", Xander said, his voice hard.

Jason looked at his fellow pledges. "Maybe it's time for us to take a stand. Come out as a group. If we all stick together--"

Jordan began to cry. "No, please. I'm not ready. Not yet. This was the only place where I could be myself. Now I can't even do that. Oh, God, what would I tell my parents??" Jonathan placed a comforting hand on Jordan's back.

Eli spoke up, too. "Guys, we would get kicked off the team so fast. Our careers...our whole futures would be over."

Xander got up and yanked the videotape from the VCR. "Excuse me for a minute, fellas." He strode out of the room and returned a minute later with the tape in one hand and a sledge hammer in the other. The boys shot him questioning looks. "We have a very well-stocked work bench in the garage", he said. Xander then handed the sledge hammer to Eli, and dropped the tape on the floor. "If you would do the honors--?"

The other boys stepped back and Eli smashed the videotape to smithereens. Eric and Simms took their own turns with the hammer and then the whole group joined in the display of cathartic destruction by shredding the tape itself and stringing it all over the room.

"Gentlemen", Xander announced, "I hereby declare that all initiation rites and trials are now officially over. Every man here is now and forevermore welcome as an official brother in the fraternity of Rho Upsilon Beta Rho."

Skeevo took his place beside his best friend. "Whattaya say we prepare a special welcome back feast for when the esteemed Bryan Finch returns?" The group cheered, still high from the destruction of the incriminating tape. Skeevo looked at Xander. "Full ceremonial attire?"

Xander smiled. "Absolutely."

Skeevo gestured to a side hallway. "If you boys would see yourselves down that hallway, there's a robe room in the second door on your right. We'll be right there." The boys moved briskly down the hallway, eager to begin their revenge on the traitorous pledge.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?", Xander asked Skeevo.

"If it has to do with something that goes good with ice cream and chocolate sauce, then yes I am." The two rubber frat masters made their way upstairs to their room. Halfway up the steps, Skeevo grabbed Xander's arm. "Tell me you didn't really let the fellas trash that hot quarterback b/j tape."

Xander grinned wide. "The real tape's hidden in my footlocker. Mum's the word." Skeevo smiled, nodding. Then he started to ask a question, which Xander anticipated. "I'm afraid they just killed six episodes from your Will & Grace collection."

Skeevo shrugged as they continued their journey upstairs. "No big loss."

FRUIT'S OKAY, BUT CANDY'S BETTER

The table in the main dining room of the frat house had been beautifully set. The good dishes, the cut glass stemware (no crystal, it was still a house of college guys, after all), and polished serving trays--the usual stuff brought out only to impress visiting patrons-- had been put to use. Even the silverware all matched.

Around the table sat the former pledges, now official members, of Rho Upsilon Beta Rho. Everyone was dressed immaculately. The three quarterbacks were also present, welcomed as honorary members. There was no rubber in sight, save for their beautifully polished dress shoes. Each boy was in a white silk shirt, black tuxedo pants, and resting on every chest from a broad ribbon was the fraternity medallion. The boys had just finished a wonderful meal complete with appetizers, salads, entrees, even sorbet, and were starting to feel some of the fellowship of their organization begin to return.

Smiles and jokes were being exchanged when Bryan walked in. "What the hell is all this, then?!"

Seann tossed his napkin down onto his plate. "Well, shit. And we were just about to have cake, too."

"Explain yourselves!", Bryan roared, stomping into the dining room. "You people are out of your assigned uniforms! You have your orders, you know what I can do to you!" Bryan dropped the oversized cardboard box he had been dragging along behind him with his left hand. Three large rubber suits of some kind were slung over his right arm. "You're damn lucky I have your new costumes here. It's time you put them on and beg my forgiveness for this transgression. Rubbersluts, sailor boys, get your sorry asses out of those clothes right now!"

Chris pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. "No, I don't think so."

Jonathan and Jesse had risen as well. Jesse approached Bryan and yanked the rubber suits from his arm. "Hey!", Bryan yelled. "Whattaya think you're doing, slave??"

Jesse unfolded the first of the three outfits. It was a rubber bunny suit. Carnation pink. The other two bunny suits were pastel green and turquoise blue. Jonathan looked over at the three football jocks. "For you guys, no doubt?"

Simms stood up from the table looking ready to kill. "That's it." Eric and Eli joined him.

Bryan was beginning to realize that he was no longer in control. "Now wait a minute, you guys. I could ruin everything for you--for ALL of you. Your football careers, your reps on campus. I will not tolerate rebellion! I'm warning you!"

"Whoa, dudes! Check this out!" Benji had gone to investigate the large cardboard box and began pulling out multiple yellow and orange rubber chicken costumes. "This must be the replacements for the rubberslut outfits."

Jason sneered. "Not much of an upgrade", he observed.

Benji said, "Well, I for one think that Seann would look cute as hell in one of those rubber bunny suits, though." Seann said nothing, but swatted the chicken costumes out of Benji's hand.

By now everyone had left their chairs and were converging on Bryan. Thomas and Jordan moved close to the door to cut off any possible escape, and Jesse began to crack his knuckles.

Bryan was getting nervous. "Okay, nobody come any closer! I have authority here! Xander and Skeevo--!!"

"Are standing right behind you, asshole."

Bryan whirled to see the two frat masters standing right there. Both were dressed exactly as the other boys were, but for the fact that the also wore formal dinner jackets. Xander held a bakery box with a large cake inside. "We just stepped out to grab dessert", Xander said. "Looks like we got back just in time."

Bryan began to tremble. "M-master Xander. Master Skuh-Skeevo. I-I-I didn't know--"

"That we'd gotten out of our cage?", Xander interjected. "Well, there's a lot that you don't know, pal. And there's a lot that we don't know. The only difference is, we have the means to find out." Xander snapped his fingers. "Gentlemen?"

In an instant, the three quarterbacks were restraining Bryan. Eric had him in a headlock and Eli and Simms held his arms and legs. Xander handed the bakery box over to Jordan. "Jordan. Cake." Jordan grabbed the box and set it on the table.

Skeevo called to Jonathan, pointing toward the stairs. "Grab the device. Pronto." In a flash, Jonathan was up the stairs on his way to his master's room.

Xander leaned in close to Bryan. "Tell us about the videos and the pictures, Finch."

"Th-there are so many copies. I have agents all over the state, more throughout the country--they all have prints. If they don't hear from me, they'll go to press--"

Skeevo looked at Xander and rolled his eyes. "And one day trained sheep will pilot the Concorde."

Xander looked at Eric, conveying a message with his eyes. "Try again." Eric put the pressure on Bryan's neck, making Bryan's face go beet red and his eyes bulge.

"Ohhh GOD! It's one guy, one guy, I swear it! He's the only one who knows anything!"

"Who is he?", Skeevo demanded. Eric gave another squeeze.

"Aggghh!! He's just this guy I know! I found out he screwed the provost's daughter and I was blackmailing him to hang onto my stuff. I never made copies other than that one tape--he's a broadcast major, he has access to the video equipment--! I don't have agents, I don't even have any friends."

Eric still didn't let up the pressure. Thomas tossed one of the rubber bunny suits to Xander, who caught it and waved it in front of Bryan. "And what about all this? You didn't buy all these costumes off the rack."

"I--I got 'em from a place overseas. I found it online. It's called Ritual Humiliation Latex. They make bondage gear, costumes, stuff like that. They don't know who the stuff was for. They wouldn't know anyone here, anyway." Another squeeze from Eric. "Gaahhk! That's the truth, I promise!"

Jonathan appeared beside Skeevo and handed him something Bryan could not see. In a very solemn tone, Skeevo announced, "My brothers, I do believe it's time for the moment we've all been waiting for." The young frat initiates formed a wide circle around Bryan as the muscular quarterbacks moved him into position.

Benji grabbed one of Bryan's arms and Chris grabbed the other, holding him fast. Bryan's heart began to race. Eli and Simms braced his trembling legs in a vise-like grip.

"Wha-what a-are you doing? Look, what's going on? What're you gonna do to me--"

Benji gripped Bryan's arm tighter, and flashed an overeager smile, "Dude, you're gettin' a--"

"Oh, don't spoil the surprise, Benj", Xander interrupted.

Skeevo chimed in. "Yeah, what's college life without its little surprises?" Skeevo held up the rubber banana formerly of the 4 J's nightstand. He waggled it teasingly at Bryan.

Bryan began to sweat. "Wh-what's that? What is it, what's it do?"

"Let's just say it provides a bit of payback, Mr. Mutiny." Xander nodded to Jesse and Seann, who quickly pantsed their captive.

"Gah! What are you doing?? What is this? You can't--"

"Y'know, you're right", Skeevo observed stoically. "But this little fella can." He twisted the bottom "stem" on the rubber banana, and it blossomed like a flower. Or, more accurately, it opened up like a peeled banana. Beneath the rubber peel was what looked for all the world like a banana. At first glance. It had the right color, the right curve, the right texture, even the right smell. Except it wasn't a banana. It was a banana-yellow dildo. And it was pulsing, throbbing, and beginning to secrete a strange viscous jism from its top slit-opening.

"Oh God, oh God", Bryan whimpered. "No! Guys, no! You're not gonna stick that thing up my--" Eli and Simms seized Bryan's ankles and spread his legs. Bryan shrieked. Skeevo waved the pulsing banana under Bryan's nose, letting him catch the strange aroma of banana mixed with semen. Bryan knew what he was in for, or at least he could guess, and rapidly decided that begging was his only way out.

"Guys, please! It was a joke! It was all a joke! I never meant to hurt anybody--I never DID hurt anybody! Think about it! You guys had fun, in the cage thing and all, right? Making out? Rubbersex? You're all about the rubbersex, aren't you? Huh??"

Skeevo silently walked very purposefully around the squirming captive. Bryan paused in his pleading just long enough to hear the soft sucking sounds emitting from the synthetic banana. He broke. "GUYS!! No, don't DO this! It was all done in the spirit of the frat, everything I did, I SWEAR it!" The boys bent their prisoner over. Bryan tried to twist his head around to see where Skeevo was, but the rubber frat master was already behind him, blocked from view. Bryan went back to pleading.

"Isn't what I did what fraternity initiations are all about? Ritual humiliation! Yeah, that's right! You were humiliated but good--but, but, but, deep down, you were enjoying it! You were! I KNOW you were!" Xander crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "If you could all just admit it to yourselves, we'd be okay! We'll be laughing about it! Let's form a circle, we'll all share our experiences--!! Please, dear God in heaven, LISTEN to me!"

"Will you shut this asshole up already?", Xander sneered.

"Hang on there, little guy. You'll get your reward soon enough, now", Skeevo said playfully, as if speaking to a pet.

"Reward?", Bryan gasped. The boys were now holding his head as well. "What IS it?! What's my reward??"

Skeevo answered, "I wasn't talking to you."

Skeevo held the faux banana right up to Bryan's crack. The strange device was throbbing and pulsing, it's head bobbing like a hungry serpent. By now it's entire surface was completely coated in its sticky secretions, lubricating it thoroughly. The peel slowly breathed, the petals gently gripping at the air like a greedy hand. Skeevo brushed the head of the banana dildo lightly against the center of Bryan's ass and then let go.

Moving like a mongoose on Dexedrine, the banana shot forward, sliding forcefully into Bryan's ass. The peel-petals clutched onto Bryan's ass cheeks, gripping them tightly and anchoring the device in place. Further secretions seeped from under the fastened peels, securing them beyond removal against Bryan's exposed flesh. Bryan's eyes bulged nearly out of his head, and he made a quiet, "--uh!-" noise.

At Skeevo's signal, the boys stepped away from him. For a moment, Bryan just hovered there, hunched over, pants around his ankles, with the bizarre rubber bananalike thing protruding from his ass. Then he whimpered slightly, and fell face first onto the floor.

Bryan lay flat on his stomach, his head turned to the side, a blank and confused expression on his face. Slowly, a rivulet of drool leaked from the corner of his mouth to puddle onto the carpet. His hands lay palms-up at his sides, his legs stiffly laid straight out behind him, his toes pointing together. In the crack of his ass, the nub of the banana steadily--eagerly--moved up and down, in and out, making a moist sucking sound. If the group gathered there didn't know for certain that the thing was inanimate, they would almost swear that it seemed happy.

Xander slapped his hands together and rubbed his palms. "So! Fellas! Cake?"