Tour- brief focus on portraits of Mr. Gummistein, waders, knee boots, scuba

Saturday morning, Xander pounded on the bathroom door. "C'mon, you guys! Hurry it up! What, we gonna spend our entire relationship with me trying to get you to come out from behind closed doors?" Muffled giggles and laughter came from inside. Finally, Xander looked at Skeevo and rolled his eyes. "Screw this."

"Okay, fellas, you were told to get cleaned up and get out here right away. What's the friggin' holdup--" Xander stopped there, seeing immediately what was the holdup. All four of the pledges had crammed themselves into the bathtub at once. The shower was running and the room was filled with steam. Each pledge was covered in soap suds and shampoo foam, and were in various stages of undress in regards to their rubber bodysuits. Jonathan was completely naked, both Jesse and Jason were half-in/half-out of theirs, and not surprisingly, Jordan was still covered in his full suit. Boots, too.

"Well, what the Sam Hill...?", Skeevo muttered.

Jonathan, wearing a smile bigger than his erection, turned to the frat masters and said, "Guys! have you ever taken a shower when you're wearing your rubber gear?"

Jason chimed in with an equally cheery voice. "Dudes, it's awesome."

Xander looked at Skeevo. "Last night they could hardly fess up they were gay, now they're leaping headlong into a soap suds fourgy."

Skeevo nodded. "Huh. They'll fit right in here."

"Well, step it up, rubber duckies", Xander snapped. "Your tour begins in five minutes, wet or dry. I suggest you finish your latex toilette another time."

Jordan said, "Do we still wear these? I mean, do we dry them off? Or do we get another set just like them?"

"Well, not exactly like them", Skeevo told him.

The Four J's stood five minutes later (actually, it was closer to seven minutes, twenty-five seconds later, but who's counting) clad in their new outfits for the day. They were identical rubber bodysuits, with attached tall boots resembling waterski booties, long sleeves and high collars. Each suit was a cool gray color, with extensive ribbing down the arms, and along the outside of the legs and torso. As with their first suits, the pledges' gray ribbed bodysuits all bore the label "Property of RHO UPSILON BETA RHO" on the left breast.

"Damn, if I'd known I could get gear like this, I'd have applied to this frat ages ago!", Jonathan beamed.

"It--it does feel really good", Jordan agreed.

Jason was starting to gyrate slightly. "Dudes, there's like a sheath inside, right over the crotch--if I try, I can slide myself in--there we go!"

"People, people!", Xander said, clapping his hands. "Let's get down to business, shall we? This whole initiation process isn't intended to be entirely fun and games, now!"

Skeevo scrunched his brow. "It's not?"

Xander whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Not for them, anyway." Skeevo nodded, mouth slightly open. Ah.

Jason jumped onto Jesse's back and began laughing. "Business? You gotta be kidding me! We're out, we're in rubber, we're horny--what business could we possibly have to do?"

Skeevo's voice was like flint. "Get your disrespectful ass down off of your pledge mate and I'll tell you." Jason was on his feet in an instant.

"Master Skeevo", he said, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean anything by--"

"All of you", Skeevo commanded with uncharacteristic sternness, "get down on one knee before us. NOW." The pledges did as they were ordered, none of them knowing why.

Xander leaned close to Skeevo. "What the hell are you doing? This wasn't part of the plan."

Skeevo whispered back. "Moment of inspiration. Just go with me on this." Xander shrugged and waved a hand as if to say, "Go on". Skeevo did.

Skeevo began to pace slowly back and forth before the genuflecting pledges. "Listen up. You're newly outed gay rubberboys. But you're more than that. You're pledges in the fraternity of Rho Upsilon Beta Rho. You need to swear your loyalty to this fraternity and to the masters of its household. You kneel before us--" Skeevo waved his hand frantically behind his back to bring Xander a step closer to him. Xander caught on and joined his pal at his side. "--as the knight errants of your new lord and lieges. Are you prepared to take the oath as future fraternity brothers?"

The four boys just stared in awe. Xander leaned forward. "This would be the time that you all say "We are" with genuine conviction. Go for it."

The boys all straightened their backs and replied in unison, "We are!"

"Then repeat after me", Skeevo declared with affected authority. "I, as a pledge to the fraternity of Rho Upsilon Beta Rho, do swear my undying loyalty to this house and its masters--who are now MY masters."

The boys repeated their oath loudly, which pleased Xander and Skeevo to no end, as it meant they didn't have to make them repeat it "with feeling". Xander nodded to Skeevo to continue.

"And I also swear to stay in rubber at ALL times within these hallowed walls and whenever possible beyond them! Repeat!" The boys did so, even louder than the first time, though with Jason and Jonathan holding back shit-eating grins. "And I do swear to respect my fellow fraternity brothers, to love them as my actual brothers--and love them physically should I happen to be hard enough at the time!" That did it. Jesse snorted back a guffaw and Jason almost fell over laughing his ass off. Skeevo leaned over to them, his face a mask of authoritative rage. "Say 'I do swear'!!"

Jonathan, Jordan, and barely, Jesse, shouted out, "I do swear!!" Jason continued rolling on the floor, waving his arms and trying to catch his breath. Xander picked him up by the scruff and forced him back into his kneeling position.

"You heard the man", Xander said, trying to keep a straight face and appear threatening.

"I--I do so swear!", Jason finally gasped out. "Yes, my master sir, I do so s-sw-swear!" He lowered his head, not from any show of respect, but because he knew if he made eye contact with either frat master, he'd lose it again.

"Okay, one last thing", Skeevo announced. "And you do swear with all your hearts and minds to be yourselves while a part of this frat. To be honest, to be true, and accept the freedom we provide to be who you are without shame or reservation. Do you so--"

Xander jumped in, "AANND, to obey your rubber frat masters at ALL times in ALL things, no matter how wacky the request may seem--without question or hesitation. Do you so swear?" Skeevo looked askance at his buddy for his sudden amendment, then shrugged. Eh. Might as well cover all their bases.

The 4 J's paused for a moment then straightened their shoulders as they saw in each other's eyes that they were all in this together. And in for a penny... All four boys lifted their chins and proclaimed, "Yessir! We do so SWEAR!"

Softly, Skeevo said, "Arise, honorable pledges of Rho Upsilon Beta Rho."

Xander threw back a hand towards the main hallway. "This way, gentlemen, if you please."

As the sextet made its way throughout the house, discovering places for playtime, for study, for dining, for entertaining, and for...whatnot. Each place they went, or so it seemed, there was an oversized portrait of the same man, over and over, silently watching over the proceedings.

"Um, Masters? Who is this guy we keep seeing?" Jordan pointed to the massive painting of the mysterious man. He was tall and slender, of slight athletic build. His hair was gray (though in some of the earlier portraits it was brown), and his angular features sported a well-trimmed mustache and a goatee that protruded beyond his chair with a flair akin to a storybook woodland archer. In the image before them, the man with the devilish grin and the glint in his eye was rising from deep waters on the rungs of a ladder on the back of a yacht. He was attired in a full-body black wetsuit with open-faced hood. Well-worn yellow oxygen tanks were strapped to his back, his face mask pulled up to rest atop his brow. His expression gave the eerie impression that he was glad young Jordan had asked about him.

"Good question, Jordan", Skeevo observed.

"That, my boys", Xander explained, "is none other than Mister Manfred Gummistein, the founder of this fraternity."

"I think maybe there were others involved, but he was the principle founding member", Skeevo clarified. "He's where a lot of our money comes from, as far as alumni go."

"Right", Xander agreed. "And one of the cool things about all of these paintings of him we've got up everywhere is that in every one of 'em, the guy is wearing rubber in some for or other."

"Master Xander", Jason asked, "was this Mr. Gummistein gay? Was he into rubber, too?"

"That much we don't know, honestly", Skeevo confessed. "But the portraits are pretty awesome, anyway. Check 'em out as we go from room to room."

And so they did. They found Mr. Gummistein to be a constant presence in the house. He wore chest-high brown fishing waders and a tan rubber raincoat as he duck-hunted amid tall reeds on the walls of the rec room. He wore all yellow foul weather gear as he worked on a small fishing scow under cloudy skies in the hallway near the bathrooms. The founder was dressed in black old-fashioned fireman's gear, complete with heavily- buckled overcoat and fold-down tall boots as he manned a gushing hose near the kitchens.

"He did volunteer firefighter stuff when he was younger, we're told", Skeevo explained as they passed. The 4 J's nodded reverently.

Mr. Gummistein stood smiling on a summertime dock clad in a red and black drysuit by the sliding glass doors that led out back. He appeared in rubber farm boots outside his ranch in the main upstairs hallway. He wore a royal blue slicker near a cascading waterfall not far from the small study room. It seemed that wherever their fraternity's benefactor was, he went there attired in rubber gear of some kind. The 4 J's saw everything--the basement, areas used for rubber play, the spot where the extra gear was stashed, all within the painted eyes of the legendary founder. In the hallway outside their masters room, the boys saw Mr. Gummistein standing proudly holding aloft a humungous fish almost as tall as he was, with water glistening off his green rubber chest waders, the muddy boots and pantlegs telling of his valiant struggle against the aquatic beastie.

The Grand Tour soon worked its way to the specially arranged large bedroom where the four new pledges would stay. With so few newcomers, it seemed relatively pointless to confine the boys to the dorms until their final initiation.

The 4 J's were delighted with their new quarters. Jonathan and Jason were rifling through one of the drawers in the nightstand by one of the beds.

"Dudes, look at this stuff!", Jonathan chirped. "There are, like, rubber collars and manacles and--", he turned a rubber device with rings and studs on it over in his hands, puzzling out what it could be. "--and other stuff."

Xander stared hard at Skeevo. "Forget to clean out the nightstand, did we?"

Xander simply stared at the quartet of boys clustering around the nightstand like kids around a Christmas goodie bag. "Looks like."

Jason pulled out what looked like toy gimmicks and gag props. "Lookit this, guys. A rubber chicken!"

Xander fairly leapt over the bed to snatch away the rubber toy. "You really don't want to mess with that, fellas!" But Jason wasn't listening, and he aimed the chicken toward Jordan and squeezed its belly, causing it to emit a sound that was a cross between a chicken's squawk and a clown horn.

Unfortunately, the beak of the rubber chicken also spewed forth a dusty gray powder which Jordan caught full in the face. Jordan coughed, inhaling deeply, and waved a hand frantically to clear the cloud hovering around his head. Jason looked at the chicken in stunned surprise, wondering aloud, "Is it supposed to do that--?"

Jordan sneezed, expelling some of the powder from his nose. Then his body shuddered slightly, and he fell into a sitting position upon the bed. He began to stammer, "Whu- whu-whuh-what did I--?" And that was as far as he got before a dopey grin spread across his face and his shoulders slumped down limply. "Ohhhh, wwhhoooaawww", he mumbled, and a large sticky wet spot appeared, seeping out of the front zipper of his suit, spreading rapidly.

Jesse's mouth hung open. "What the fuck was that??"

Xander yanked the rubber chicken away and waved it admonishingly at Jason . "Good little rubberboys don't play with Daddy's things unless Daddy gives them permission." He aimed the chicken at Jason like a gun. "Got it?"

Jason put up his hands in surrender. "Sorry." Jordan began to sway slightly on the bed, his smile growing, as was the wet patch flowing across the front of his pants and dribbling down his legs.

Skeevo nudged Jason and Jesse. "Get him up before he wrecks the bedspread."

As Jordan was helped dreamily to his feet, Jonathan pulled a large rubber banana out of the nightstand. He held it up carefully, and asked, "What does this do?"

Skeevo was on him in an instant, taking away the banana gingerly with two fingers. "You so, so do not wanna mess with that." Jonathan relinquished it without argument.

Xander waved his arms toward the door. "Okey-dokey, that's enough for one day, kiddies! We'll finish the tour later. Out ya go, it appears the good masters have a little house cleaning to do. Rouse!"

As the three boys escorted the enraptured (and damp) Jordan out into the hallway, Skeevo stood, gently brandishing the banana before Xander, breathing a sigh of relief that it had not been put to use.

Xander moved closer and pointed at the object that appeared for all the world to be a harmless toy. "You ever get that thing to work?"

"Getting it to work was never the problem", Skeevo confided. "It was getting it to stop working that caused all the trouble." He lobbed it over to Xander, who caught it clumsily, as if it were about to go off.

"Nn-yyeeh!", Xander whimpered as he tossed it back into the drawer which he then slammed shut. He frowned at Skeevo. "I suggest a sweep of the perimeter before final initiation of our dear pledges. Whattaya say?"

"Sounds like a plan."

As the two left, locking the door behind them, Xander asked, "Any more fruity latex surprises I should be aware of when we do our spring cleaning?"

Skeevo remained deadpan, but commented, "No, but just don't ask about the rubber pomegranate."

Xander looked at his friend sideways. "Bad?"

"Had to be sealed in a metal box, and buried out back beneath six feet of concrete."

Xander let out a low whistle. "You ever test it out on a pledge?"

"I'll never tell."

Jonathan stared at Jordan and licked his lips. He wasn't going to say anything. Jordan looked like he was in pain, but also held back any commentary. He turned his head a bit to the right, causing a response from Jonathan.

"Jordan! You have to keep looking at me. They said two hours. Now c'mon, we can do this, I don't wanna fuck this up."

"You guys wanna keep it down over there?!", Jesse snapped. "This is hard enough as it is without added distractions."

Jason gulped audibly. "Man, don't say 'hard'. Seriously."

"We don't need to say it, we're living it", Jesse said between clenched teeth.

The room's only door opened with an ominous creak. "Annnnd how are our dear pledges doing in here, hmm?" Xander strolled in eating an apple. Skeevo leaned casually against the door jam and crossed his feet at the ankles.

"We're doing okay, Master Xander", Jonathan answered for the group.

"Yeah? You all feel that way? You doing just fine."

Nods came from around the room. "Mm-hmm." "Yup." "Just fine, sir."

Xander took an ample bite out of his apple and turned back to Skeevo. "So, whattaya think, another couple hours and another dose of Viagra?"

"God, NO!", Jesse cried. "Please, we're dyin' here! We're initiated, for Christ's sakes! Damn!!"

Xander grinned and took another bite from his red delicious. The four boys were manacles to the walls of the small room by their wrists, held at waist level on either side of them. Each boy was dressed in a rubber dog collar, a rubber chest harness, and rubber hip boots. Nothing else. They had each been giving a sizeable dose of arousal medication and were forced to stare, rock hard erect, at one another for two hours. Jonathan was across from Jordan, Jason was across from Jesse.

By this time, the boys were damp with perspiration and horny as hell. The room was thick with the musky scent of their aroma. Xander chomped thoughtfully. "You guys all feel like Jesse does? You wanna rephrase your response?"

They did. Jason started with, "Masters, I am SO fucking horny I am gonna burst! Even without being able to touch anything--or anyone--I feel like I'm gonna shoot like a fire hose!"

Xander strolled over to look at the quivering pledge. He had some thick clear stains on his abs and here and there on the topmost cuffs of his hip boots. The head of his penis practically bubbled with precum. "Looks like you damn near shot your wad anyway." Xander slapped Jason on the ass and the boy whimpered, his erection aching for release.

Skeevo looked to Jordan from the doorway. "Howzabout you, Jordan? How are you holding out?"

His reply was almost a whisper. "...n-not good, sir..."

Xander planted one palm against the wall beside Jonathan. "And you, my boy? Would you like us to turn you guys loose and let you have at it?"

Jonathan swallowed and took a deep breath. Then, "Sir, if you would so allow, I would be happy at this point to have you free my friend and fellow pledge Jordan, to bring him over to me and simply allow me to kiss him. He's lookin' so adorable...and I am so, so very hard, sir. But my release is of course up to you."

Skeevo lightly applauded. "Dude. Good answer." Jonathan managed a weak smile, his dick bobbing with a desperate need for attention.

Xander polished off the last of his apple and walked about the room, brandishing the core as if it were a scepter. "This, gentlemen, is what we like to call--"

"The torture chamber?", Jesse guessed.

"Hey. Don't interrupt your master when he's talking", Skeevo scolded.

Jesse mumbled an apology and Xander went on as if he hadn't heard the interruption. "We like to call this the Restraint and Denial Room. The more literate among you may think of it as Room 101." Jonathan smirked, despite his discomforting state of arousal, but the other 3 J's just stared. Xander rubber the bridge of his nose. "Well", he muttered, "I guess we know which one of the group actually reads."

"It's sort of the tomb of Tantalus", Jonathan said.

"Not unlike", Skeevo grinned.

"So right now, I'm thinkin' all four of you guys are so friggin' hard that you'd literally screw a pooch if given the chance, am I right?", Xander asked. The 4 J's responded with vigorous nodes and "yessirs". Xander snapped his fingers and Skeevo reached beyond the door and hauled in various oversized mats and cushions. He began to toss them onto the floor in between the pledges. "From what I can see, you guys have done very well with the whole deprivation initiation thingie here. And ya gotta admit, as pledge tortures go, it beats the hell out of swallowing goldfish."

"Or finding yourself tied naked tot he campus flagpole", Skeevo added, piling more cushions on those already on the floor.

"So I'd say it's reward time", Xander smiled. He tossed his apple core out the door and into a waste basket Skeevo had retrieved for him. He began to undo the boys' manacles. After all four boys stood, rubbing their wrists, and trying desperately not to rub their crotches, Xander waited a moment. Skeevo went back to lean against the door jam. He nodded at Xander. Xander looked at the four pledges. "Fellas--have at it."

The boys looked at their frat masters, wondering if they understood what Xander had just said. "You-you mean--?", Jesse said hesitantly.

"Guys", Skeevo said, "get yourselves off. Have fun. We'll come get you when it's time for dinner."

That was all they needed to hear. The four partly rubbered, partly exposed pledges jumped all over each other, flopping like horny rag dolls upon the cushioned floor. Lips kissed, tongues probed, arms stroked, groped, and grasped. Legs intertwined and hips thrust. Ravenously hungry dicks rubbed, throbbed, pressed, and shot load after load of steaming semen all over the rubber hip boots, harnesses, skin, and faces of fellow pledges.

Jonathan grasped Jordan's head and stroked his blond hair as he repeatedly kissed his face. Jason and Jesse wrapped arms around each other, both trying to gain purchase, both accomplishing little more than rolling one on top of the other and then back again, their erect penises pushing together again and again, geysering one blast after the other, their hot boy juices mingling as they spilled down their legs.

Xander backed out the door smiling. The new pledges had seen the house top to bottom, and had passed yet another initiation challenge. Raising an eyebrow, he announced, "And this completes our tour."

Skeevo gently closed the door, muffling the sounds of ecstatic groans, gasps, and deep moans of satisfaction.