Re: Tau Upsilon Gamma (an interactive story) [M+/M+] [update - 10/21/21]
Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 3:24 pm
Bid Night: Part 4 – Ha’eved m’galeh et teevo h’ameetee, teva ha’eved, lo bihiyoto eved, kee eem b’he’asoto l’adon
"A slave shows his true character, not while he is enslaved, but when he becomes a master."
As Nate opened the door, his senses were assaulted with the smell of motor oil and the sounds of an awful country song. A booming bass voice called out “close the door.” Still not seeing anyone, Nate shut the door behind him and walked between the work benches into the garage proper. A filthy jeep was stationed in the middle of the room with the hood open. One of the tires was off and a gigantic man in jeans and flannels was leaned over the bumper, his head buried in the engine.
Nate recognized him from his sheer size alone. He knew the man was called “Hoss,” and Nate immediately remembered him as one of the two enforcers on the hill. One of the ones holding the paddles and swatting the “slaves” if they fell behind. He was hard at work, tightening a hose, and didn’t look up as Nate stood there awkwardly. After a minute or two, he grabbed a plastic spittoon from the floor, hocked into it, and put it back down before getting up and turning around. “So you’re Nate, huh?” he said.
“Um, yes... sir,” Nate stammered. He was already at a social disadvantage, but seeing the man’s sheer size, he was doubly intimidated! The huge specimen lumbered over and shot out his massive hand to shake. It was thick, calloused, and covered in oil. Nate was reluctant to touch it because of the grime, but to refuse would be unforgivably rude, so he took the hand and gave a shake, using the strongest grip he could muster. The grip was returned, but with exponentially more force. This guy felt like he could bend steel!
“Good,” Hoss said, after introducing himself. “I like a man who doesn’t go limp in a handshake. I got no use for pussies.” Leo would have made a joke at the entendre, but Nate didn’t dare. He looked at his now-oil-smudged hand. His mother would have gotten the vapors seeing that and told him to wash immediately before he got any on the furniture. But Mom wasn’t here, was she? Nate actually enjoyed the feeling. Men worked with their hands and got oil on them. And he was a man, himself, now. Not his mom’s little boy. Hoss grabbed a dirty towel from the workbench and tossed it to Nate, who noticed he didn’t use it himself.
Nate knew he was being tested. No prissy little fusspots would pass Hoss’ muster. He wiped his hand on the leg of his jeans and tossed the towel on the work table. Hoss smiled. Achievement unlocked! “I took the jeep out for some muddin’ a few days ago and it ain’t run right since,” Hoss said. “You game to help or are you too busy schmoozing with the beautiful people?”
Nate was a little offended at Hoss’ use of Yiddish. He wasn’t sure if he was being baited or if it was an attempt to put him at ease. But based on what he had seen so far, there was very little cloak and dagger among the TUG Brothers he had met. What you saw was basically what you got. With the possible exception of Brett, and with the DEFINITE exception of the faculty advisor, that is. So Nate decided Hoss was being genuine. He smiled and put on his best Jackie Mason.
“Oy! No!” he said. “I mean, everyone there seems to be a mensch all right, but would it kill them to get some decent Manischewitz? I don’t think that beer they have is Kosher.” Hoss tried to stifle a laugh, but couldn’t hold it in and guffawed like a donkey. He slapped Nate on the back and the force of the blow sent him staggering a few steps.
“Ha!” he said. “I like you. I was expecting a sissy mama’s boy, but you're all right!”
Nate felt a lot more at ease now as he looked around the room. “Thanks, Hoss,” he said, feeling his confidence growing. “Nice jeep. Looks like it can handle off-road like a dream. Is all this stuff yours?”
“Naw,” Hoss said, grabbing his spittoon. “The sport bike is Danny’s. You couldn’t catch me dead on one a those things. The skateboards are Scott’s and the bicycle is Shane’s. We got too many guys to keep our regular cars here. Just the ‘toys.’ Unless someone needs work done.” He pointed at a sleek, black luxury car nearby. “Like Brett’s jalopy over there.” Hoss pointed at the car, which looked like it cost more than a normal family made in a year. “Hands off that, though,” Hoss warned. “Brett’s folks have more money than god and that’s his baby. High school graduation present, if ya believe it. No one can touch it ‘cept him and me.”
Hoss’ tone made it clear that this rule was inviolate, so Nate didn’t press the issue as Hoss drifted back to the jeep. “Grab me a 3/8 rachet, will ya?” he called over his shoulder. Nate headed over to the workbench and scanned the tools hanging from the pegboard. They were in pristine shape and top-quality. What Hoss lacked in social graces, he more than made up for in technical know-how. Nate ignored the 3/8 rachet, however, and grabbed a ½” one.
Hoss frowned as Nate placed the tool in his hand. “I said 3/8,” he barked.
“I know,” Nate said. “But 3/8 is too small. You said you take this thing mudding, so you have some extra horsepower in the engine to go on rough terrain. A higher-performance job like that would have bigger nuts.” He shot a quick look downwards at Hoss’ beltline when he said that. One he only half-hoped went unnocticed.
Hoss was inscrutable for a second, then a huge smile overwhelmed his face. “Right!” he said. “Damn, you’re full of surprises, little man. Never pegged you for a gearhead.”
“I’ve learned not to judge by appearances,” Nate said. “A lot of the guys here have surprised me. And you do, too. I think you’re a lot deeper than anyone realizes.” Hoss seemed to get a little awkward at Nate’s compliment, but Nate decided to be merciful and change the subject. But damn, Nate thought, this is one beautiful hunk of testosterone here. Cody was hot, too, but more like a big brother. There was something about Hoss that was different. Animalistic. Rough. Even a little dangerous. “I’ve done a lot of metal projects for my art, so I know my way around a toolbox. I can weld, too, if you need it.”
Hoss was thoroughly impressed. “Well shit!” he said, putting his arm around Nate and walking him to the jeep. “Looks like you and me are gonna get along just fine after all.” Hoss took the wrench and started fiddling with the bolts. But he seemed to be having a rough time of it.
“Let me try that,” Nate offered.
“I got it,” Hoss said, grunting on a particularly tight specimen.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Nate said. “I know a better way. Watch.”
“I said ‘I got it,’” Hoss shouted. Nate was slightly cowed, but he wasn’t going to let it rest. He had been under other people’s thumbs for far too long and he was going to assert himself and be a man if it killed him. If Hoss got pissed off, then fuck him.
“Listen, fuckwad,” Nate barked. “I said GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!” The force of Nate’s words surprised Hoss, but it surprised him even more. Where did that come from?!? He certainly didn’t think he had it in him to be this forceful around someone who could use him as a toothpick if he wanted. But apparently he did. The tension hung in the air for a second, but then Hoss did something Nate would never have suspected in a million years.
The big man laid the ratchet on the bumper and took a step back with his shoulders hunched slightly. His head was gently bowed in a show of submission. Nate noticed that a bulge had developed in Hoss’ jeans. The big man seemed quite surprised by his almost involuntary movement and a confused expression flashed across his face.
“What?” Nate thought, thrown for a major loop. “Did the fact that someone finally had the balls to order Hoss around excite the big man? Or was it something more? No, surely a man of his size must be used to being in charge. To being dominant. To being the Alpha among Alphas.” But the arousal in Hoss’ jeans was unmistakable. The realization hit Nate like a mule kick. Hoss was a submissive! He had to be. Suddenly it all made sense. The bravado. The posturing. The aloofness. He was masking his desires. He wanted to be controlled but didn’t know how to do it. Nate pondered this for a second as he effortlessly removed the nut from the engine. And he felt a wicked smile developing.
Nate had plenty of experience being submissive. To his parents. To his teachers. To the other guys at school. But the idea of a giant slab of beef that seemed to enjoy being ordered around stirred something in him. This was his chance! His chance to release all the pent-up aggression at everyone told him what to do and held him down. Who wouldn’t let him be his REAL self. That was it, Nate thought. His choice was made. He would have to take baby steps, but the goal was clear.
“Come here!” Nate ordered with an edge to his voice. Hoss, almost without thinking, took two awkward steps towards him, his shoulders still slightly stooped. “See how I did that? It’s just a twist of the wrist. If you try to force it, you’ll just end up stripping the bolt.” He held up the nut in his hand for Hoss to see, then placed it on the bumper of the jeep. “Not everything can be overcome by tearing away at it. Sometimes you just need to know the right leverage.” Deciding to test his luck, Nate slipped his hand down the front of Hoss’ pants.
The big man jolted at Nate’s touch. Both felt a spark. Like a flash of lightning hitting the earth. Nate wanted to touch every inch of Hoss. He wanted to test the limits of his ability to command the burly giant, but thought better of it right now. Hoss seemed puzzled and confused at his response to being ordered around by Nate and the Freshman thought he should move slowly. Too much pressure and the prey would bolt. He removed his hand from Hoss’ jeans, but the two felt the lingering connection.
A million thoughts whirled through Hoss’ brain. No one had ever dared talk to him like that! Normally anyone who tried would have been squashed like a grape. But when Nate did it, he felt an uncontrollable urge to obey. And it sent ripples up his spine. All his life he had been looking for someone who could take control. Let him turn the machismo off and forget the cares of the world. Let him surrender himself to someone else’s guidance. He always thought he would have to find some daddy muscle bear to fulfill that need after he left college. He never suspected he’d find someone who could potentially tame him at a Frat party. Especially not a scrawny Freshman. What was it about Nate that resonated with him so?
Hoss wiped his brow with a rag from the nearby workbench. Suddenly he was feeling flush. “Fuck it’s hot in here!” he said. He turned and slipped off his flannel overshirt, tossing it on the bench. His “kiss my country ass” T-shirt soon joined it. Nate stood in awe. Hoss’ body was the stuff of legends! Huge and broad, but far more cut than would seem through his clothes. His neck was as thick as Nate’s leg! He wondered what it would look like with a collar. Nate felt his pulse racing as Hoss stretched out his arms, in preparation of getting back to work.
“I’m gonna need your help with this,” Hoss said. “And it might get messy. You might want to lose that shirt so it doesn’t get ruined.”
Nate blinked once or twice, still hypnotized by Hoss’ bulk. He stammered for a moment, then said, “Oh, yeah, right.” He took off his blazer and folded it gently, placing it on the bench next to Hoss’ flannel, then did the same with his T-shirt. The two piles of clothes were an interesting contrast, he thought. Hoss called him over to the engine and Nate leaned over to help. There was something primal about it. Two men, half naked, banging about in a car engine. Something that filled Nate with desire. He could smell Hoss’ musk and risked touching his hand a few times as they worked. He thought he was being obvious about it, but Hoss didn’t seem to mind.
Nate was on ratchet duty while Hoss steadied the engine. Fitting use of their skills: subtlety and might. But the tension was getting unbearable. Something would have to give soon. Nate pulled his hand back after loosening the last nut and accidentally dislodged a hose. Thick, viscous motor oil sprayed the two like a Texas derrick. It coated their chests and splattered their faces. Nate immediately jumped back in shock, but Hoss just chuckled as he reattached the hose. It seems he had more of a grasp of symbolism than Nate initially thought.
As Nate frantically wiped himself off, Hoss strutted over. “Haha,” he said. “Looks good on you. It’s not real work if you don’t get a little dirty.” Nate smiled and stopped cleaning himself off. Hoss was right. Men got dirty. Only boys were prissy about things like that. He tossed the towel away and looked up at Hoss. The big man was from right out of his fantasies. Like the cover of a romance novel. Laughing, the two walked over to the engine and continued working for a little while. Then they reattached the wheel. Occasionally their bodies would brush against each other for a moment, giving Nate the tingles.
Being in such close proximity, Nate couldn’t help but feel the heat and man smell emanating off of Hoss. He had an idea for a portrait. Hoss dressed as a gladiator, posing in victory over a fallen foe. Countless more ideas flooded his mind. His pulse and blood pressure reached a boiling point. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he leaned in an planted a small kiss on Hoss’ lips. The big man seemed surprised, but pleased. “Did you mean to do THIS?” he asked with a smirk, palming Nate’s head from behind and bringing him in close. Hoss leaned down and devoured Nate’s mouth. Nate squirmed at first in surprise, but gave in and returned the kiss, wincing when his tongue got a peppery buzz from Hoss’ chewing tobacco. But he didn’t want to stop. When Hoss pulled away, the two stared at each other for a second.
“Oh man, you got balls. Serious ones!” Hoss said. “That’s it. You’re in! No question” Nate didn’t know what to say as Hoss brushed his chest with his mammoth hands.
“Really?” Nate said, his face brightening.
“Shit yeah!” Hoss said, slapping the Freshman on the back. “I think we’re going to have a LOT of fun this year.” Nate’s heart shot off like a rocket. “Cody’s already in,” he said, “he’s waiting for us. Let’s go meet him.” Nate wasn’t at all surprised by this news, but was overjoyed that he and his roommate would be pledging together. As he stood dreaming of the possibilities, Nate watched Hoss walk over to the workbench and started rifling through some junk.
“Fantastic! Where is he?” Nate asked.
“Inside the house,” Hoss answered over his shoulder. “We’re going there right now. But there are rules we have to follow.” Hoss held up a pair of handcuffs. “I heard about your little adventure in the Council Room. I figure you’d like these.”
Nate backed up a little. “Huh?” he said, “what are those for? What do you mean by ‘rules?’”
But Hoss didn’t answer, with a hearty laugh he grabbed for Nate and easily wrestled the small Freshman to the garage floor. Nate tried to fight back, but he was nowhere in Hoss’ league. Pressed between the big man’s massive thighs and chest, Nate could do nothing to avoid his fate. He squirmed impotently as Hoss cinched the cuffs closed around his wrists, securing them behind his back. Then, with an almost fatherly gentleness, Hoss lifted Nate to his feet.
“You’re gonna have to wait for the others,” Hoss said, leaving Nate and returning to the box. “And you might not be too comfortable for a little while, but that’s just how it goes.” Nate’s eyes widened as Hoss grabbed several sets of bicycle chains. He wanted to bolt, but curiosity got the better of him and he stayed still and compliant as Hoss began to restrain his body. His ankles, knees, and chest were wrapped in the stainless steel links and locked in tight with small padlocks. Nate felt like a barbarian slave on a Roman auction block. His mind swam with elaborate fantasies. He would get Hoss in this position one day. And he would own him. He would see the big man chained at his feet. Hoss knew it, too. There was an unspoken understanding between them, but Nate realized that now was not the time for that. Such things can’t be rushed.
“For now I will be his prisoner, “ Nate thought. “And soon he will be mine.”
“How’s it feel?” Hoss asked after he finished securing the locks and stuffing the keys in his jeans pocket.
“Amazing!” Nate said, writhing with happiness. He felt the bite of the metal on his wrists and chest and savored the sensation. But his pleasure was short-lived as Hoss took advantage of Nate’s open mouth and stuffed a rubber handball deep inside. Nate grunted and mppgghhed as his jaws were forced apart and held firm. Hoss produced a roll of duct tape from the table and sealed the ball inside Nate’s mouth, cutting off any chance of coherent speech. While Nate mumbled through his gag, he watched Hoss return to the shelves and grab one more item: a thick canvas sack. Like the kind mail would be stored in for delivery. It looked strong and rather heavy. The open end had a thick rope threaded through rivets the rim with a locking clasp at the end. More rivets were arranged in a vertical row on either side of the bag, making openings the size of bottlecaps. They almost looked like air holes. Wait! Air holes???
Nate began to buck and flail as Hoss approached him, opening the sack to full size. But he was bound too well to slip free. He couldn’t even run. The chains surrounding his ankles would only allow him to make short hops. He’d never be able to evade Hoss. Nate shouted in protest through the rubber ball filling his mouth as Hoss held the sack’s opening above his head and brought it slowly down. The bag was six-and-a-half feet long, more than large enough to completely envelop Nate from head to toe with room to spare. He wriggled and struggled as he was engulfed by the heavy canvas and was soon plunged into darkness. Only faint light from the row of holes on the bag’s sides pierced the darkness of his prison.
Nate felt Hoss gently lower him to the ground on his side with care. He screamed futilely through his gag as the last light, spilling in from the bag’s opening below his feet, was snuffed out. Hoss gathered the sack closed, tightened the rope, and locked the clasp, trapping Nate inside. The last thing Nate heard before Hoss scooped his wriggling canvas prison off the floor and carried him inside the house was “You are the second. Your three brothers will soon join you and the ritual can begin. Welcome to the 2021 pledge class of Tau Upsilon Gamma.”
Coming Soon: Bid Night Part 5 – Beauty and the Beast
"A slave shows his true character, not while he is enslaved, but when he becomes a master."
As Nate opened the door, his senses were assaulted with the smell of motor oil and the sounds of an awful country song. A booming bass voice called out “close the door.” Still not seeing anyone, Nate shut the door behind him and walked between the work benches into the garage proper. A filthy jeep was stationed in the middle of the room with the hood open. One of the tires was off and a gigantic man in jeans and flannels was leaned over the bumper, his head buried in the engine.
Nate recognized him from his sheer size alone. He knew the man was called “Hoss,” and Nate immediately remembered him as one of the two enforcers on the hill. One of the ones holding the paddles and swatting the “slaves” if they fell behind. He was hard at work, tightening a hose, and didn’t look up as Nate stood there awkwardly. After a minute or two, he grabbed a plastic spittoon from the floor, hocked into it, and put it back down before getting up and turning around. “So you’re Nate, huh?” he said.
“Um, yes... sir,” Nate stammered. He was already at a social disadvantage, but seeing the man’s sheer size, he was doubly intimidated! The huge specimen lumbered over and shot out his massive hand to shake. It was thick, calloused, and covered in oil. Nate was reluctant to touch it because of the grime, but to refuse would be unforgivably rude, so he took the hand and gave a shake, using the strongest grip he could muster. The grip was returned, but with exponentially more force. This guy felt like he could bend steel!
“Good,” Hoss said, after introducing himself. “I like a man who doesn’t go limp in a handshake. I got no use for pussies.” Leo would have made a joke at the entendre, but Nate didn’t dare. He looked at his now-oil-smudged hand. His mother would have gotten the vapors seeing that and told him to wash immediately before he got any on the furniture. But Mom wasn’t here, was she? Nate actually enjoyed the feeling. Men worked with their hands and got oil on them. And he was a man, himself, now. Not his mom’s little boy. Hoss grabbed a dirty towel from the workbench and tossed it to Nate, who noticed he didn’t use it himself.
Nate knew he was being tested. No prissy little fusspots would pass Hoss’ muster. He wiped his hand on the leg of his jeans and tossed the towel on the work table. Hoss smiled. Achievement unlocked! “I took the jeep out for some muddin’ a few days ago and it ain’t run right since,” Hoss said. “You game to help or are you too busy schmoozing with the beautiful people?”
Nate was a little offended at Hoss’ use of Yiddish. He wasn’t sure if he was being baited or if it was an attempt to put him at ease. But based on what he had seen so far, there was very little cloak and dagger among the TUG Brothers he had met. What you saw was basically what you got. With the possible exception of Brett, and with the DEFINITE exception of the faculty advisor, that is. So Nate decided Hoss was being genuine. He smiled and put on his best Jackie Mason.
“Oy! No!” he said. “I mean, everyone there seems to be a mensch all right, but would it kill them to get some decent Manischewitz? I don’t think that beer they have is Kosher.” Hoss tried to stifle a laugh, but couldn’t hold it in and guffawed like a donkey. He slapped Nate on the back and the force of the blow sent him staggering a few steps.
“Ha!” he said. “I like you. I was expecting a sissy mama’s boy, but you're all right!”
Nate felt a lot more at ease now as he looked around the room. “Thanks, Hoss,” he said, feeling his confidence growing. “Nice jeep. Looks like it can handle off-road like a dream. Is all this stuff yours?”
“Naw,” Hoss said, grabbing his spittoon. “The sport bike is Danny’s. You couldn’t catch me dead on one a those things. The skateboards are Scott’s and the bicycle is Shane’s. We got too many guys to keep our regular cars here. Just the ‘toys.’ Unless someone needs work done.” He pointed at a sleek, black luxury car nearby. “Like Brett’s jalopy over there.” Hoss pointed at the car, which looked like it cost more than a normal family made in a year. “Hands off that, though,” Hoss warned. “Brett’s folks have more money than god and that’s his baby. High school graduation present, if ya believe it. No one can touch it ‘cept him and me.”
Hoss’ tone made it clear that this rule was inviolate, so Nate didn’t press the issue as Hoss drifted back to the jeep. “Grab me a 3/8 rachet, will ya?” he called over his shoulder. Nate headed over to the workbench and scanned the tools hanging from the pegboard. They were in pristine shape and top-quality. What Hoss lacked in social graces, he more than made up for in technical know-how. Nate ignored the 3/8 rachet, however, and grabbed a ½” one.
Hoss frowned as Nate placed the tool in his hand. “I said 3/8,” he barked.
“I know,” Nate said. “But 3/8 is too small. You said you take this thing mudding, so you have some extra horsepower in the engine to go on rough terrain. A higher-performance job like that would have bigger nuts.” He shot a quick look downwards at Hoss’ beltline when he said that. One he only half-hoped went unnocticed.
Hoss was inscrutable for a second, then a huge smile overwhelmed his face. “Right!” he said. “Damn, you’re full of surprises, little man. Never pegged you for a gearhead.”
“I’ve learned not to judge by appearances,” Nate said. “A lot of the guys here have surprised me. And you do, too. I think you’re a lot deeper than anyone realizes.” Hoss seemed to get a little awkward at Nate’s compliment, but Nate decided to be merciful and change the subject. But damn, Nate thought, this is one beautiful hunk of testosterone here. Cody was hot, too, but more like a big brother. There was something about Hoss that was different. Animalistic. Rough. Even a little dangerous. “I’ve done a lot of metal projects for my art, so I know my way around a toolbox. I can weld, too, if you need it.”
Hoss was thoroughly impressed. “Well shit!” he said, putting his arm around Nate and walking him to the jeep. “Looks like you and me are gonna get along just fine after all.” Hoss took the wrench and started fiddling with the bolts. But he seemed to be having a rough time of it.
“Let me try that,” Nate offered.
“I got it,” Hoss said, grunting on a particularly tight specimen.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Nate said. “I know a better way. Watch.”
“I said ‘I got it,’” Hoss shouted. Nate was slightly cowed, but he wasn’t going to let it rest. He had been under other people’s thumbs for far too long and he was going to assert himself and be a man if it killed him. If Hoss got pissed off, then fuck him.
“Listen, fuckwad,” Nate barked. “I said GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!” The force of Nate’s words surprised Hoss, but it surprised him even more. Where did that come from?!? He certainly didn’t think he had it in him to be this forceful around someone who could use him as a toothpick if he wanted. But apparently he did. The tension hung in the air for a second, but then Hoss did something Nate would never have suspected in a million years.
The big man laid the ratchet on the bumper and took a step back with his shoulders hunched slightly. His head was gently bowed in a show of submission. Nate noticed that a bulge had developed in Hoss’ jeans. The big man seemed quite surprised by his almost involuntary movement and a confused expression flashed across his face.
“What?” Nate thought, thrown for a major loop. “Did the fact that someone finally had the balls to order Hoss around excite the big man? Or was it something more? No, surely a man of his size must be used to being in charge. To being dominant. To being the Alpha among Alphas.” But the arousal in Hoss’ jeans was unmistakable. The realization hit Nate like a mule kick. Hoss was a submissive! He had to be. Suddenly it all made sense. The bravado. The posturing. The aloofness. He was masking his desires. He wanted to be controlled but didn’t know how to do it. Nate pondered this for a second as he effortlessly removed the nut from the engine. And he felt a wicked smile developing.
Nate had plenty of experience being submissive. To his parents. To his teachers. To the other guys at school. But the idea of a giant slab of beef that seemed to enjoy being ordered around stirred something in him. This was his chance! His chance to release all the pent-up aggression at everyone told him what to do and held him down. Who wouldn’t let him be his REAL self. That was it, Nate thought. His choice was made. He would have to take baby steps, but the goal was clear.
“Come here!” Nate ordered with an edge to his voice. Hoss, almost without thinking, took two awkward steps towards him, his shoulders still slightly stooped. “See how I did that? It’s just a twist of the wrist. If you try to force it, you’ll just end up stripping the bolt.” He held up the nut in his hand for Hoss to see, then placed it on the bumper of the jeep. “Not everything can be overcome by tearing away at it. Sometimes you just need to know the right leverage.” Deciding to test his luck, Nate slipped his hand down the front of Hoss’ pants.
The big man jolted at Nate’s touch. Both felt a spark. Like a flash of lightning hitting the earth. Nate wanted to touch every inch of Hoss. He wanted to test the limits of his ability to command the burly giant, but thought better of it right now. Hoss seemed puzzled and confused at his response to being ordered around by Nate and the Freshman thought he should move slowly. Too much pressure and the prey would bolt. He removed his hand from Hoss’ jeans, but the two felt the lingering connection.
A million thoughts whirled through Hoss’ brain. No one had ever dared talk to him like that! Normally anyone who tried would have been squashed like a grape. But when Nate did it, he felt an uncontrollable urge to obey. And it sent ripples up his spine. All his life he had been looking for someone who could take control. Let him turn the machismo off and forget the cares of the world. Let him surrender himself to someone else’s guidance. He always thought he would have to find some daddy muscle bear to fulfill that need after he left college. He never suspected he’d find someone who could potentially tame him at a Frat party. Especially not a scrawny Freshman. What was it about Nate that resonated with him so?
Hoss wiped his brow with a rag from the nearby workbench. Suddenly he was feeling flush. “Fuck it’s hot in here!” he said. He turned and slipped off his flannel overshirt, tossing it on the bench. His “kiss my country ass” T-shirt soon joined it. Nate stood in awe. Hoss’ body was the stuff of legends! Huge and broad, but far more cut than would seem through his clothes. His neck was as thick as Nate’s leg! He wondered what it would look like with a collar. Nate felt his pulse racing as Hoss stretched out his arms, in preparation of getting back to work.
“I’m gonna need your help with this,” Hoss said. “And it might get messy. You might want to lose that shirt so it doesn’t get ruined.”
Nate blinked once or twice, still hypnotized by Hoss’ bulk. He stammered for a moment, then said, “Oh, yeah, right.” He took off his blazer and folded it gently, placing it on the bench next to Hoss’ flannel, then did the same with his T-shirt. The two piles of clothes were an interesting contrast, he thought. Hoss called him over to the engine and Nate leaned over to help. There was something primal about it. Two men, half naked, banging about in a car engine. Something that filled Nate with desire. He could smell Hoss’ musk and risked touching his hand a few times as they worked. He thought he was being obvious about it, but Hoss didn’t seem to mind.
Nate was on ratchet duty while Hoss steadied the engine. Fitting use of their skills: subtlety and might. But the tension was getting unbearable. Something would have to give soon. Nate pulled his hand back after loosening the last nut and accidentally dislodged a hose. Thick, viscous motor oil sprayed the two like a Texas derrick. It coated their chests and splattered their faces. Nate immediately jumped back in shock, but Hoss just chuckled as he reattached the hose. It seems he had more of a grasp of symbolism than Nate initially thought.
As Nate frantically wiped himself off, Hoss strutted over. “Haha,” he said. “Looks good on you. It’s not real work if you don’t get a little dirty.” Nate smiled and stopped cleaning himself off. Hoss was right. Men got dirty. Only boys were prissy about things like that. He tossed the towel away and looked up at Hoss. The big man was from right out of his fantasies. Like the cover of a romance novel. Laughing, the two walked over to the engine and continued working for a little while. Then they reattached the wheel. Occasionally their bodies would brush against each other for a moment, giving Nate the tingles.
Being in such close proximity, Nate couldn’t help but feel the heat and man smell emanating off of Hoss. He had an idea for a portrait. Hoss dressed as a gladiator, posing in victory over a fallen foe. Countless more ideas flooded his mind. His pulse and blood pressure reached a boiling point. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he leaned in an planted a small kiss on Hoss’ lips. The big man seemed surprised, but pleased. “Did you mean to do THIS?” he asked with a smirk, palming Nate’s head from behind and bringing him in close. Hoss leaned down and devoured Nate’s mouth. Nate squirmed at first in surprise, but gave in and returned the kiss, wincing when his tongue got a peppery buzz from Hoss’ chewing tobacco. But he didn’t want to stop. When Hoss pulled away, the two stared at each other for a second.
“Oh man, you got balls. Serious ones!” Hoss said. “That’s it. You’re in! No question” Nate didn’t know what to say as Hoss brushed his chest with his mammoth hands.
“Really?” Nate said, his face brightening.
“Shit yeah!” Hoss said, slapping the Freshman on the back. “I think we’re going to have a LOT of fun this year.” Nate’s heart shot off like a rocket. “Cody’s already in,” he said, “he’s waiting for us. Let’s go meet him.” Nate wasn’t at all surprised by this news, but was overjoyed that he and his roommate would be pledging together. As he stood dreaming of the possibilities, Nate watched Hoss walk over to the workbench and started rifling through some junk.
“Fantastic! Where is he?” Nate asked.
“Inside the house,” Hoss answered over his shoulder. “We’re going there right now. But there are rules we have to follow.” Hoss held up a pair of handcuffs. “I heard about your little adventure in the Council Room. I figure you’d like these.”
Nate backed up a little. “Huh?” he said, “what are those for? What do you mean by ‘rules?’”
But Hoss didn’t answer, with a hearty laugh he grabbed for Nate and easily wrestled the small Freshman to the garage floor. Nate tried to fight back, but he was nowhere in Hoss’ league. Pressed between the big man’s massive thighs and chest, Nate could do nothing to avoid his fate. He squirmed impotently as Hoss cinched the cuffs closed around his wrists, securing them behind his back. Then, with an almost fatherly gentleness, Hoss lifted Nate to his feet.
“You’re gonna have to wait for the others,” Hoss said, leaving Nate and returning to the box. “And you might not be too comfortable for a little while, but that’s just how it goes.” Nate’s eyes widened as Hoss grabbed several sets of bicycle chains. He wanted to bolt, but curiosity got the better of him and he stayed still and compliant as Hoss began to restrain his body. His ankles, knees, and chest were wrapped in the stainless steel links and locked in tight with small padlocks. Nate felt like a barbarian slave on a Roman auction block. His mind swam with elaborate fantasies. He would get Hoss in this position one day. And he would own him. He would see the big man chained at his feet. Hoss knew it, too. There was an unspoken understanding between them, but Nate realized that now was not the time for that. Such things can’t be rushed.
“For now I will be his prisoner, “ Nate thought. “And soon he will be mine.”
“How’s it feel?” Hoss asked after he finished securing the locks and stuffing the keys in his jeans pocket.
“Amazing!” Nate said, writhing with happiness. He felt the bite of the metal on his wrists and chest and savored the sensation. But his pleasure was short-lived as Hoss took advantage of Nate’s open mouth and stuffed a rubber handball deep inside. Nate grunted and mppgghhed as his jaws were forced apart and held firm. Hoss produced a roll of duct tape from the table and sealed the ball inside Nate’s mouth, cutting off any chance of coherent speech. While Nate mumbled through his gag, he watched Hoss return to the shelves and grab one more item: a thick canvas sack. Like the kind mail would be stored in for delivery. It looked strong and rather heavy. The open end had a thick rope threaded through rivets the rim with a locking clasp at the end. More rivets were arranged in a vertical row on either side of the bag, making openings the size of bottlecaps. They almost looked like air holes. Wait! Air holes???
Nate began to buck and flail as Hoss approached him, opening the sack to full size. But he was bound too well to slip free. He couldn’t even run. The chains surrounding his ankles would only allow him to make short hops. He’d never be able to evade Hoss. Nate shouted in protest through the rubber ball filling his mouth as Hoss held the sack’s opening above his head and brought it slowly down. The bag was six-and-a-half feet long, more than large enough to completely envelop Nate from head to toe with room to spare. He wriggled and struggled as he was engulfed by the heavy canvas and was soon plunged into darkness. Only faint light from the row of holes on the bag’s sides pierced the darkness of his prison.
Nate felt Hoss gently lower him to the ground on his side with care. He screamed futilely through his gag as the last light, spilling in from the bag’s opening below his feet, was snuffed out. Hoss gathered the sack closed, tightened the rope, and locked the clasp, trapping Nate inside. The last thing Nate heard before Hoss scooped his wriggling canvas prison off the floor and carried him inside the house was “You are the second. Your three brothers will soon join you and the ritual can begin. Welcome to the 2021 pledge class of Tau Upsilon Gamma.”
Coming Soon: Bid Night Part 5 – Beauty and the Beast