The Pledge
by QuantumLuv

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Aaron was about to become invisible. The best part was that he wouldn't even have to try.

Aaron was your typical freshman year frat pledge. He barely turned 18, looked fit but had a slight bit of a gut when he lifted up his shirt (which he worked on every day), and short brown hair that -- if combed just the right way -- made him immediately look like he came out of church choir practice. Yet if Aaron was good at one thing, it was believing his own hype.

If there were people that could party hard, well he could prove that he could party harder. If someone was telling a funny joke, he'd tell one that he just knew in his gut was funnier. He truly felt he was cut from a different cloth, but what he didn't know was that amidst all his projections of himself as the coolest guy in the room, he was actually off-putting and frequently came off as a bit of a dick. Some wondered that even if Aaron was aware of this, would he even care?

But here he was, drunk at another mixer at Tau Kappa Lambda, feeling a part of the Fraternity when, in fact, he was a pledge, just like everyone else. Aaron always stood out: while the other guys were happy to add to the bro-heavy atmosphere, wearing T-shirts, cargo short and flip-flops like the rest of the known collegiate universe, Aaron still wore slacks, socks with his tennis shoes, and a single button-down shirt as he always did. Tonight was another pledge mixer, and, ultimately, people were a little disappointed that Aaron showed up. Some were even surprised: he had been somewhat "choosing" which pledge events to go through.

Things like the ceremonies and whatnot -- those meant something, and therefore he felt the need to be there. But the obstacle course? The scavenger hunt? That wasn't what it meant to be a part of a Frat. That was just stupid. He could have been expelled from consideration many times over, but Anthony was in charge of Tau Kappa Lambda and frequently gave him the benefit of the doubt -- much to the chagrin of several other senior members of said Frat.

Only adding fuel to their fire was Aaron's behavior tonight, drunkenly belittling one sorority girl who stopped by who said she was Christian, demanding that someone else change the iPod playlist 'cos this one was boring him, and getting smacked by no less than three different girls who were in attendance for this Friday night event. Aaron was striking out, but so drunk on booze and his own sense of entitlement, he didn't seem to notice, in his mind dismissing these girls as sluts who he didn't even want to sleep with anyways.

After getting the cold-shoulder from half the people in attendance, he stumbled his way upstairs and into the bathroom. He washed up, stepped out into the hallway of the huge frat house, and heard some strange rap song from the rooms below (were they saying "skee skee skee"?). NOW those shots from earlier were hitting him, so he stumbled unknowiningly into some frat brother's room. The lights were off. No one was in there. Before he even considered laying down to recover, he tripped backwards into the room's closet, and he sat there next to some shoes and a laundry hamper. It hurt a bit, but ... well, fuck, he didn't want to move now. He was strangely comfortable. He nuzzled his head against the wall of the closet, and began dozing off. With the lack of lights and his obscure position, no, no one would be able to see him even if they looked. Aaron had turned temporarily invisible and he didn't even know it.

The door to the room slammed open. Aaron opened his eyes -- how long had it been? An hour, maybe? Either way, it was still dark in the room, but he could clearly see two guys entering the room, arms around each other, moving feverently. Were they ... fighting? No, they were ... kissing? Holy shit, they were kissing. Aaron squinted a bit more in his haze, and noticed that the two guys were -- some of the Frat members. Not pledges -- full-on brothers.

One of them was the dark-haired guy with Italian heritage, Jason, who was a bio major. The other was the blond, frisky Damien, a Chemistry major. Aaron frequently dismissed them as eggheads, but couldn't have possibly guessed that they were gay, much less into each other. Amidst their making out -- which, from his intoxicated angle, was just a furious mesh of flesh continually transmogrifying before his eyes -- Jason & Damien eventually made it onto the bed. Suddenly Aaron realized: this was Damien's room. He had been in here before. Suddenly, as Jason was laying down with his head on the pillow, Damien turned to him and said "May I?" "Of course," Jason replied, with a grin. Both guys were intoxicated on SOMETHING, but Aaron just couldn't tell what it was.

While Jason laid on the bed, Damien had propped his back up against the wall, still sitting on the bed, so Jason's sneakered feet were right in his lap. He slowly ran his fingers down the seams of Jason's blue jeans, which Jason favorably responded to. Eventually, Damien's thin, devious fingers made their way down to Jason's sneakers and began ... to fondle them? That's what it looked like from Aaron's angle. Because they didn't turn the light on, it was hard to tell. Yet Damien was definitely feeling those sneakers with relish, his fingers daring in and out of where the laces were, eventually untying them.

There was definitely a strong sexual element to what was going on -- it was almost foreplay for them, Aaron deduced. Then, Damien SLOWLY pulled off Jason's left shoe -- and then the right. Suddenly, Jason's thick white ankle socks were exposed. Jason's socked toes wiggled with their newfound freedom, which only seemed to hypnotize Damien more. "You like that?" Jason quipped. Almost embarrassed but with a hint of excitement at the same time, Damien managed out a "Yeah ..." Both grinned. Aaron, as fascinated as he was somewhat repulsed, had no idea what was going to happen next ...

Suddenly Damien's fingers circled the rims of Jason's socks like vultures at their pray, hooking under the rim of the elastic and teasing Jason as to what was going to happen next. Jason's face was awash with a look that said "God I'm so fucking lucky to have this happen to me", while Damien's face was saying "God I'm so fucking lucky I get to do this!" Suddenly, Damien's fingers tightened their grip around the sock, and slowly pulled it off of Jason's foot -- past the heel -- over the arches -- and finally dangling over the toes.

And with that, Jason's left foot was bare. His toes stretched a bit. Damien took the sweaty sock right up to his face and his inhaled. His whole body arched and then shuddered with pleasure, which itself put a grin on Jason's face. The routine repeated with Jason's other foot, and suddenly Damien held both socks up and got a double-whiff -- he was in fucking heaven. Even though Jason's bared feet were now in Damien's lap, Jason began kneading Damien's crotch with his feet, and before long Damien was moaning in pleasure, his cock already hard as steel and straining through the blue denim it was caged in.

He tried like hell to be calm, but having Jason's gorgeous, meaty size 11 feet -- with such wonderfully plump toes -- massaging his pleasure stick was causing him to go into overdrive (as he would later describe in a private blog post, Damien's cock was "radiating with pleasure -- every single point of contact with those feet were sending pure electricity through my body -- fuck i was horny"). Yet right before it looked liked his body was about to go into overdrive and cum through his jeans, Damien showed restraint and stopped the footfuck that was happening, turning to Jason and saying "OK, now it's time to try something on you ..."

Aaron was practically frozen in the closet. He didn't know what to think. However, he couldn't help but believe that somehow, he could use this to his advantage. He very quietly got out his cell phone and made sure all the screen settings were as dimmed down as possible so he wouldn't be noticed. He broke out the video feature, and began quietly filming what he saw next:

Damien got off the bed and Jason scooched down so that his bared feet were hanging just over the edge of the too-small frat mattress. Damien got on the floor and knelt down. Given the small height of the bed, by being on his knees, Damien was now facing Jason's gorgeous soles, and was in heaven. He quickly undid his pants, pulled out his coated-in-precum cock, and then placed his nose right at the base of Jason's toes. He inhaled, and Aaron could clearly see Damien's cock twitch with pleasure. This was getting intense. Then, out came Damien's tongue, and it began to slowly trace the soles of Jason's feet, slightly tickling him along the way but mainly coating that boy with sweet horny pleasure.

Before long, one of Damien's hands was jacking himself off furiously, and it didn't take long for Jason to join in as well. Jacking was one thing, but jacking off a pent-up, horny cock while having someone pleasure your toes, sucking on them wholesale -- that was another realm altogether. It didn't take long, because both boys soon came at the exact same time, Jason’s toes clenching within Damien's mouth right as Damien was sucking harder than ever. Jason's cumshot flew clear over his shoulder while Damien came hard right into the side of the bed. Both boys were motionless, the only thing moving being their chests as they panted deeply -- it was intense for both of them.

Aaron, meanwhile, was trying to hold his breath as best he could. He didn't want to give himself away, but he couldn't wrap his mind around what just happened. These guys got off on ... feet? Smelling and licking and sucking feet? What the fuck was this? Without thinking, Damien picked himself up and crawled into bed with Jason, and both boys simply laid there, content with each other. After a few minutes, they were both snoring heavily.

Aaron was ever-so-suspicious, but quietly got up and was as quiet as could be. Every creak in the floor from a sneakered footstep felt louder than a bomb, but the drunk, cum-spent, exhausted boys wouldn't have heard him even if they wanted to. Aaron made it out into the hall and back to the main floor of the Frat. The music kept going, but the place was mostly empty -- the party was definitely winding down, if not wound down completely. Some people were making out on the couch, the floor felt sticky from spilled beer out of cheap plastic red cups, and the place had an air of, well, an abandoned frat party. Aaron made it back to his room unnoticed.

Opening the keys to his place, Aaron was actually able to breathe for once, he felt. Here was his too-gorgeous single that his parents were paying out the nose for: third story of a building, glass "window wall" that gave him a nice overview of the campus (with curtains to close it all, naturally), and a nice art-deco vibe to the place. Aaron particularly liked the standing bar he had. That was his favorite thing. He took off his shoes and socks and then got himself a small splash of brandy, wondered for a moment if any of the girls at the party would Facebook friend him tonight, but, alas, it was not to be.

He still wondered how anyone could get off on a foot, and looked down at his own -- typical build, well-kept nails, nice meaty toes -- and wondered just how anyone could like this. Oh well. He didn't think much about it. His exhaustion mixed well with his brandy, and before long, he passed out in his bed.

Aaron woke up around 1PM the next day (a Saturday), and got a strange message in his e-mail inbox.It was from Jason, who was in charge of Pledge Recruitment. It basically said that after hearing about his behavior from some of the other Pledges and some of the visiting girls at the party, Tau Kappa Lambda decided that he did not have a place in the Frat, ending by wishing him luck in the coming school year. The e-mail included everyone's name in the signature, including Anthony. That last one is what stung the most.

If Aaron had a glass of brandy in his hand, he'd throw it against the wall right now.

How DARE they! After attending their stupid events, going to their parties with douchebags and stuck-up girls all around and dealing with all their hypocrisy and whatnot, he had to deal with this? This was bullshit. Aaron actually began pacing around his apartment in a bit of a rage, and would've broken something were it not for the fact that most of his stuff -- the Japanese-only James Bond DVD box set, the cherished Disney animation cells -- was actually worth money. After a bit of pacing and trying to calm down, he decided to pick up his phone and text a friend back home about this BS predicament ... and then remembered something. Oh that's right ... he got a video last night. A very, very incriminating video. A smirk creeped its way across Aaron's face. "This ... this will show them not to fuck with me" he thought.

He sent back an e-mail to Jason, saying that they should reconsider kicking him out, especially after he RE:'s to the rest of the Lambda e-mail list and lets everyone see what he and Damien were doing last night. He dropped the word "fag" in a couple of times just to drive the message home. SEND.

Two minutes passed. Aaron then got an e-mail back from Jason. It was pretty straightforward: "We're sorry about any misunderstanding -- do you mind if we talk this over? Just you me & Damien? Your place?" Heh heh -- they were playing RIGHT into Aaron's trap, getting desperate to the point were they were willing to meet on HIS home turf. Aaron simply RE'd with where his single was located, a time (8PM), and a P.S. that said that he had already made copies of the video he got (which was a lie -- but they couldn't check that). Another two minutes passed before Jason responded "see you then".

Aaron broke out the N64 for the rest of the day and played some Zelda games to take his mind off of the forthcoming encounter, but eventually microwaved himself some leftover pizza before 7:30PM stuck. He put on some Adult Swim reruns he DVR'd, but at 7:55PM, there was a knock at his door. There stood Jason -- in a yellow Ultimate Frisbee T-shirt, cargo shorts, white ankle socks and tennis-shoes, as always -- and Damien -- blue-T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of cheap black Old Navy flip-flops -- at the door, each carrying a grocery bag. Aaron could clearly see the liquor bottles sticking out over the top. This was one hell of an olive branch they were offering -- and all Aaron had to do was simply catch them engage in fetish play and call them "fag". In Aaron's mind, this was about as win-win a situation for him as he could get. Yet he decided to play it smooth, and simply said "Come on in ..."

The boys came in and Aaron directed them to the couch in front of the TV, an episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force paused part-way through. They sat down and Aaron sat in adjacent chair. Jason began to speak, but Aaron cut him off:

"So, you guys, I know why you're here. You don't want to be embarrassed -- I get it. But, seriously: kicking me out of the pledge process? That's pretty low ..."

Not expecting to go on the offensive so soon, Damien casually butted in: "Aaron, you got to understand where we're coming from. We don't just allow anyone who's anyone into the Frat. We all go through sacrifices and things we don't want to do. It's not a matter of enduring that stuff though -- it's a matter of becoming Brothers with a capital B. There's a .."

"Yeah yeah yeah, I get it," Aaron interrupted. "More accurately, you're backing down after I see you guys play with each other. I mean, that's kind of spineless."

Jason started, "Aaron, what Damien and I do is between us, just as how what you do is between you and yourself. We don't pry, because we ..."

Aaron injected again: "Seriously? C'mon guys. I know the spiel. Again, you just don't want your secret exposed. Now I see you brought drinks to try and change my mind about releasing the video, so break 'em out why don't ya?"

Jason & Damien tried like hell to bite their tongues -- it was hard. Yet they were civil. Damien looked around. "Mind if I use your bar?" Aaron said "Go ahead." Aaron liked lording over his domain. Then again, Aaron liked being in control. He always did.

While Damien made some drinks (he was a part time bartender, unbeknownst to Aaron, who never bothered to ask), Jason got down to business. "So, Aaron, there's a reason why we're here. Obviously, we would not like the video to come out, but it's not a matter of reinstating you into the Frat just like that. Again, the girls complained last night directly to Anthony, so, really, this is bigger than the three of us ..."

"What do you mean?" asked Aaron. Damien was finishing up and brought over some lemony vodka mixtures that looked great in small cups.

"Well," said Jason, as Damien handed the boys their drinks, "let's say you get in. Let's say that the girls and other brothers complain about your ... um, attitude. You can release the video all you want, but if Anthony still gets complaints, there's little we can do. I mean ..."

"What if I say that this video represents what goes on at Tau Kappa Lambda all the time?"

Damien sat down on the couch. Jason sighed. "Aaron, we're trying to extend an olive branch here. So why don't we just take a drink and start things off right, OK?" Aaron smiled and said "I can drink to that." The boys clinked their glasses and took a sip.

Aaron stopped for a second, and stared at his glass. "Does this taste weird to you guys?" Damien & Jason smirked. Aaron was about to run in a panic, but whatever was in the drink just hit him like a hammer -- and his body froze up.

Jason jumped into action and grabbed Aaron's body, holding onto it gently. Damien cleared a space on the floor of Aaron's apartment, and then got out a pillow right in the center. Aaron's body ... wouldn't move. Damien then came over and grabbed Aaron's legs. The boys hoisted Aaron's body onto the floor and placed his head on the pillow pulled from the couch. They put his body in an X-pattern, and then after checking his mouth, they both sat on the couch, and quietly, calmly finished their drinks.

Aaron was freaking out. His body ... wouldn't move. Not a finger, not a toe, not an anything. His heart, though panicked, was still beating. His lungs were still breathing. He could move his eyes and blink his eyelids if he really put his mind to it. But, that's it. He was trapped in his own body. He couldn't move a single fucking thing. What were these bastards doing to him?

"Aaron," Jason started, "we're ... sick of you. All of us are. The Frat brothers, the girls who stop by our parties just to have fun, and hell even people who stopped me in passing between classes to let me know that we SHOULDN'T let you into the Frat 'cos you're a dick. You're insensitive. You say stupid things and upset people. You think you're the shit when in fact you just act like a shit. People can't stand you, and god help anyone who does. The straw wasn't mocking our fetish or calling us fags -- although your rampant homophobia hurts us too. No, it was threatening to send your supposed video to our other Brothers. Keep in mind: they won't care -- they're our Brothers. But seriously, this is how you respond to being kicked out of our Frat? By threatening us? Being in a Frat isn't about you advancing your career. No, it's about being in a team. And tonight, we're going to teach you ALL about being on a team ..."

Aaron tried to scream, but he couldn't.

"You see," started Damien, who Aaron deduced was normally the quiet one, "we just paralyzed you. Not permanently, mind you, but being a chemist as long as I have, you learn how to cook up a few things." As Damien talked, Jason got out a pair of scissors and began snipping off Aaron's shirt, pants, and boxers, much to his protest. "What we have here is targeted muscle paralysis. Your body muscles can't move, but your heart and lungs can. You're a fully-functional person except for your extremeties. Your body can still feel stimuli -- which we're counting on -- but that's it. This is worse than the tightest bondage because you can't fight back even if you tried. Oh, and you can try like hell -- we encourage you, even -- but your body is OUR body for the next eight hours. And boy, are you going to enjoy the ride ..."

SNIP. Suddenly, Aaron was naked on his own floor in an X-pattern with only his socks on. The two guys could see his cock exposed to the world. It was beyond humiliating. The guys then began pacing around their prey very slowly.

"Aaron, tonight we are going to get you to become a member of our Frat. We really are. But first, we have to get you all initiated and ready to be a real team player. We want you on our team, Aaron, but it has to be OUR team. Now, you're a team player, aren't you?"

Aaron tried to shake his head no, but ... no avail.

"It's OK, Aaron, we're going to have a fun time. But first, you'd agree that your comments were a bit out of line, weren't they?"

Aaron's non-existent shaking of the head continued.

"Yeah, I thought so too. So, we're going ot have some fun with you, Aaron. A LOT of fun. Because you don't own sandals -- as far as we can tell -- and frequently dress up in long-sleeve, long-panted type outfits, I would guess you don't get much sun or rough tumbles. So, your skin must be soft ... and sensitive, right?"

Aaron was a bit scared, but suddenly Aaron laid a very thick piece of cloth over his eyes. It wasn't attached or anything -- it just laid there ... and Aaron couldn't see. What were they going to do to him? I mean, if they were going to ...

Aaron felt something. Across his leg. It was ... soft. Could it have been ...

... then another movement, across his exposed armpit. He tried to rein it in, but ...he couldn't. Then another brush ... across his left nipple. Did the boys break out ... feathers?

OH. FUCK.

Suddenly, feathers began tracing the lines of his arms and ribs, going up and down, up and down, slowly, teasingly. It ... fucking tickled. Shit! Aaron was ticklish. Oh god was he ticklish. And these boys ... they knew how to get him. Aaron was laughing on the inside ... but he couldn't fucking smile! He was trapped in a tickle chamber known as his own body! Suddenly the feathers concentrated on his pits ... and they circled slowly, touching every single nerve ending. Aaron's was screaming with laughter on the inside but quiet as a mouse on the outside. The feather circled the craters of his pits, tickling his hairs, and seemed to dance with an almost evil relish. They were teasing his body, and trying to break his will. Aaron tried to resist ... but this was getting hopeless fast.

The feathers danced around his ribs, and scraped the front of his belly, circling the base of his gut all the way to the insides of his belly button. The feathers LOVED the belly button, lapping at it with great intent. Sometimes a feather would jump back to his armpit just for variety, but tickles were being mined EVERYWHERE. Aaron was just so fucking ticklish. He couldn't stand it. His rage towards them was less focused now -- all his mind was filled with was tickle. Tickle tickle tickle. Feather feather tickle. Fucking hell, he was losing it.

Soon the feathers began circling the insides of his thighs. That tickled even more. Slowly, the feathers teased their way upwards, up to his exposed crotch, and then right in the gooch. Oh, the feathers had a fucking party in the gooch, circling and tickling his most sensitive of areas. Around and around and up and down. Then they circled his sensitive balls, and painted every inch of them with feathery torment. Perhaps that's what got Aaron the most: not the tickling itself, but the TEASING tickles, the ALMOST tickles, the playful tickles that were having such fun and delight while he was suffering through hell. Complete hell, made of tickles and feathers.

Yet the ball tickling was upping the ante. Jason & Damien weren't as much using the edges of the feathers as much as the very very very tips of them, and they were teasing the base of Aaron's cock -- and, suddenly, it twitched. WHAT?! Aaron's cock was twitching and moving and ... slowly becoming erect. Had the potion worn off? Aaron tried to move his left arm with all of his might, but nothing happened. So why was his cock suddenly coming to full HOLY SHIT A FEATHER WAS MOVING ALONG HIS SHAFT!

Aaron had never felt anything like it. It felt SO fucking good! Tickled along his radiating member ... it was a rush he wanted to bathe in and lean in towards, but, alas, there was nothing he could do. It was a dirty tickle: he didn't want to like it but he kind of wished they wouldn't stop. He was being manipulated by two guys, but, fuck, a girl had never made him this horny since ever. Every single feather stroke made his dick feel like it was tingling with horniness, and then the feather stroke after pushed his horniness into the next level. His mind was focused entirely on his throbbing cock right now, and a very small dribble of precum was emerging from it -- and his arms still hadn't moved in some time. Or his legs. Or anything. He was motionless save for his erection.

The feathers circled and teased and tickled his cock, and then finally he wanted to cum ... but he couldn't.

The throb was there, but there was no push from his body. It just ... throbbed. Throbbed with anticipation -- but that push over the edge never, ever came. FUCK HE WANTED TO ORGASM AND FEEL SPERM SHOOTING OUT OF HIS COCK ... but instead, the feathers just circled some more. And more. And were driving him bananas. Then, suddenly, Jason said "Get a whiff of this ..." Jason's dirty socked foot was shoved right into Aaron's nose, and Aaron had no choice but to inhale. That foot funk. That odor. It was so ... off-putting. Suddenly the erection subsided, much to Aaron's frustration -- but the foot remained there, looming over his face and teasing him. All Aaron was smelling was Jason foot sweat and he wanted to gag. It wasn't uber-rank or anything, but it was enough.

Then Jason removed his foot, and let Aaron's sweat-riddled body just lay there -- motionless as before.

Then the feathers attacked the nipples, circling and tickling Aaron's pleasure-centers. They teased so softly and so quietly that Aaron again wanted to scream. Yet then the feathers moved to the armpits and biceps for some more feather-light tickle teasing ... and then into the cavernous tickle pits again ... and then to the nipples. The cycle began again.

Then the feathers stopped, and something else touched Aaron -- two eager tongues, descending onto his nipples. They slurped slowly, every single microscopic tongue bump dragging across Aaron's nips at an incredibly slow pace. Then, the tongue flicking started across his nips. Flick after flick after flick. The boys' saliva began dripping and pooling all over them. Suddenly, Aaron's dick was hard again. Then the tickling went back into his pits. Then the frustration ... just escalated.

After ten more minutes of non-stop teasing, Damien went over and began lightly licking and slowly sucking on Aaron's cock. Aaron has had his cock sucked for -- mostly by freshmen girls who didn't know any better -- but fuck, Damien was a pro. Aaron went immediately into that realm hovering over a brain-busting climax.

The faint slurping, sucking sound in the distance only turned Aaron on all the more. Jason sat down and gently put Aaron's nipples between his fingers and began lightly rubbing them back and forth and back and forth. Aaron -- mentally exhausted -- was in heaven, his body a pleasure playtoy for two horny Frat guys. Continuing the nipple teasing, Jason finally spoke:

"You know what's great about a formula that freezes all your body muscles, Aaron? It freezes all of your body MUSCLES. Your cock, however, is all tissue. We can make that do whatever we want it to for as long as we want. We're going to tease and torment the bejezus out of it. You'll be spewing an endless stream of precum in anticipation, enough for a fuckin' river, my friend. Yet ... there's one catch. You see, you can't climax unless you get a push from your muscles. That's how the body works. I'm a bio major, and human anatomy is one of my favorite areas of study. What we have here is a nightmare scenario. Damien can suck you off literally for hours. Your near-climax can get bigger and bigger ... but it's never going to come." Jason grinned with evil glee. "Welcome to hell. Now have some feet ..."

Jason's sweaty socked feet -- both of them this time, with clear outlines of Jason's toes visible from where Aaron was laying -- were now occupying all of Aaron's face. The smell was forced and unmistakable ... but Damien's cocksucking was like a goddamn miracle machine, hitting every one of Aaron's pleasure buttons without even trying, that warm mouth hitting every gorgeous sensitive spot it could fine. All Aaron tried to focus on was the horny, not the foot smell, but as much as he tried, that foot funk was still there in his face, tormenting him. After about 10 minutes of fighting the urge to be horny while sniffing a genuine jockfoot, both Damien and Jason stopped. Aaron didn't climax. Again. The erection went down. Aaron's frustration knew no bounds.

This process continued eight more times.

It was around 4AM when it began again. Aaron's nipples were almost caked with dried saliva now. The sucking on his nips began yet again. His erection almost immediately shot up after frustrated anticipation (practically screaming "give me something -- ANYTHING!!"), but seeing this, Jason & Damien stopped, and awaited for Aaron's frisky, ticklish cock to go down. When it did, Damien turned to Jason and said "I think it's time." Jason agreed, and with obvious relish, Jason stuck that big sweaty socked foot of his rightin Aaron's face one more time.

Aaron's cock immediately shot up. It was throbbing. Each inhalation drove him further up the wall. Then ... Aaron realized it. Jason, perhaps even knowing what Aaron was thinking, said "That's right. You're one of us now." As Aaron sniffed, the internal screams came back ...

... he was Pavlov's dog. No wait: he was Pavlov's bitch.

They got him hard time after time, but always made sure to stick Jason's footsweat right in his face as they did so. Given how broken his mind was after all the tickling, of course Aaron's brain would start connecting footsweat with horny. Now, it had gotten to the point where all Jason had to do with his foot was stick it in his face and Aaron got instantly hard. The connection was made. Male foot sweat got him horny. And what Aaron didn't know at the time was that once a foot fetish is formed in the brain, it's nearly impossible to shake. The boys had given him a taste of what teamwork was all about -- he was on the team whether he liked it or not.

Suddenly, broken, battered, and humbled, Aaron conceded. He knew the lesson they were trying to teach him -- and he got the message. He was pulling a lot of shit over something so small, willing to humiliate his would-be brothers over placement in something as simple as a Frat. Maybe these guys WERE in the right. Even if they weren't, Aaron had no idea how much longer the teasing of his sensitive skin would continue -- even though it already felt like a fucking eternity.

A single tear went down his face -- which Jason noticed. He pulled his socked foot away, and looked at the naked, helpless, ticklish boy in front of him. "You learned your lesson, didn't you?" Aaron -- still blindfolded -- would've nodded in agreement if he could. "Good boy," said Jason. "Now we just have to take one quick thing for ourselves and go ..."

Suddenly Aaron felt a tugging on his socks. They were on the whole time. They had been sweated into the whole time. All along, they were slowly being transformed into personal fetish objects for the two devious Frat brothers. Jason & Damien slowly peeled them off Aaron's moist feet, held them up to their noses while kneeling in front of Aaron's immobile body, and began to jack it, moaning while they indulged in flavor of Aaronfoot smells.

Eventually they came at the same time (how do they always do that?), spraying gobs of hot cum all over Aaron's chest. Since each boy was on a different side of him, the cum streams formed a bit of an X-pattern over Aaron's completely immobile chest. Fuck, even the cum streams felt ticklish, even as they slowly melted down his ribs, Aaron totally unable to do anything about his liquid torture ...

The boys began packing up, and Damien got some sort of drink out in the glasses. Jason simply sat down between Aaron's legs and began running his fingernails up and down Aaron's bared soles ... and Aaron -- horny, helpless, and more ticklish than ever -- couldn't do jack shit. The laughing inside of him was worse than before -- he was almost manic. Tickle Hell, again.

Eventually Damien mumbled something about the drink being ready. Crouching down next to Aaron even as Jason lightly ran his fingers over Aaron's soft soles, Damien said "Aaron, we know how you feel. We really do. All we can hope is that you come out of this a better person. There are consequences for your actions, and it's a shame that we had to teach you ... but we only hope that something like this will only make you stronger. It is for this reason we want you a part of the Frat. We'll give you a quick drink that'll knock you out, and by the time you wake up, you'll be right as rain." There was a grin behind that last line. "Talk to us tomorrow, and think about what you want to do, OK?"

If Aaron could've nodded in submission, he would've. Damien tilted his head up, a splash of a drink dribbled down Aaron's too-dry throat, and before long, Aaron was out like a light.

Aaron woke up, groggy -- but mobile. He stretched for what felt like the first time in years, and fuck it felt good. He looked around -- he was still naked, but on his couch. He suddenly flashed to last night, and honestly couldn't believe what had happened. He had never been so humiliated. A bit of anger came back, but soon resided. Those kids got him good. He groggily stepped over to his computer, loaded it up, and saw there were ... friend requests on Facebook.

Even after all of that, Jason & Damien were making an effort to reach out to him. Aaron thought about one thing ... and got out his phone. Yes, he still had that video file from the night he spotted Damien & Jason doing their thing. He opened it up, ready to upload onto his computer, but ... wait. It was different. Same file name but, no ... it was a shot of him getting horny at the first sniff of Jason's foot. Just like that -- instantaneously. It was ... degrading to even look at. He checked his phone message outbox -- looks like Jason already e-mailed it to himself. For the first time in his life, Aaron felt that he had gotten his comeuppance.

Maybe it was time, he thought. Maybe he HAD hurt some people before. Were ... were they right? No, they couldn't be! HE was always right ... or maybe Aaron was just full of shit. He had never thought of himself in that way, but what if what they said was true? What if people really did complain that much? Maybe his hubris had even hurt some of his friends back home?

Aaron wandered over to his bedroom to get some clothes on ... and saw that Jason's dirty socks were left there on a pillow on his bed. There was a single notecard underneath that simply said "Welcome." Nothing else. Aaron ... no, he couldn't -- or could he? Aaron put his nose to the sock and inhaled. The erection returned within an instant.

After 8 hours of pent-up sexual frustration, the 15 minutes that followed were some of the happiest of his life. If only Aaron knew that his adventures were just beginning ...