Knights of the Squared Circle
A Fraternity Wars Match
By
The Mangler
Tonight’s main match was going to be a tag team affair
with BOB versus TOM refereed by KAT.
That meant a tag team from Beta Omega Beta (BOB) versus a tag team from
Tau Omega Mu (TOM) with a referee from Kappa Alpha Tau (KAT). The two tag teams were rivals, but nothing
extraordinary, so much wasn’t really expected from the matchup other than a good
wrestling match. Just goes to show that
life is full of surprises.
The match was going to be held in an old warehouse which was owned by the father of one of the members of TKE, another fraternity on campus. He had frequently rented the warehouse out. Now the university rented the warehouse and the ring for wrestling matches to settle some issues between fraternities. Initially, it was determined that only members of the college frats could attend. This included all the frats on campus. This had now been opened up to all university students and the local townies. There were always a few college administrators there just to monitor things. They had no little say in the actual match but could stop it if necessary. Usually in attendance was Dean Martin Ambrose, dean of students at Western University. He was a former wrestler and was acquainted with Commissioner Ford over at Redneck Arena. One of his main jobs was to make sure that this remained University wrestling and not wrestling similar to the Redneck Arena. That was a full-time job in itself. Only fraternity members could wrestle in the league.
During the next rush period, this was going to cause an
intense competition between the interested frats to get the best members. Some of those who wrestled here also had
careers in the indies, but most just fought in the Fraternity Wars.
This match was being called Knights of the Squared
Circle because each of the contestants had a name of one of the knights
from the King Arthur legends of Knights of the Round Table. Obviously, someone in charge of these matches needed
to find a better hobby. Many of the
jocks on campus was calling it Match of the Dwarves.
Wrestling for BOB were Percy and Tristan. Percy stood at 5’5” tall and weighed 150
pounds. He was muscular and in
shape. However, he was not obsessive
about his looks and therefore didn’t have super cut musculature or “ripped”
abs. He was a typical college student and
liked his beer too much to overindulge in the gym. His partner Tristan was 5’6” and 145 pounds. His build was very similar to Percy’s. They had first met as rivals in high school
wrestling from two different schools.
The lived in the same dorm freshman year and had, obviously, pledged the
same frat. As they got to know one
another, they became good friends. When
they started wrestling in college, they found out that they were a good,
cohesive tag team so concentrated on that, although they could and did wrestle
occasionally as individuals.
Their opponents from TOM were Arthur who was 5’5 ¾ and 135
pounds. Unlike the others, he was
muscular and cut. He had 5% body fat,
worked out twice a day (cardio and weights) and closely watched his diet. He practiced a straight edge lifestyle so he
did not drink or do drugs. When most
people first heard of this, they thought it was weird. But it turns out he is a normal guy who lives
life by his rules. He doesn’t try to impose his beliefs on others. (Although if you ask, he will extol the virtues
of the Straight edge lifestyle for hours – if you let him). He is the punter/kicker on the college
football team. Many teams have
underestimated him. His partner Lancelot was the oddball out. He stood 6”0” tall and weighed 185
pounds. His muscles came from true
manual labor and he grew up on a farm and still helped out when he could. He was extremely handsome (just like his
namesake in King Arthurs court). He was
only fair at most sports, but excelled in wrestling. He and Arthur had been best friends since
meeting at 8 years old. Lancelot had tried
to come to Arthur’s aid when he was being bullied as the new boy in town. But Lancelot, and everyone else, found out
that Arthur didn’t need anyone’s aid. He
wasn’t bullied again, but that became the foundation for their friendship.
The referee for tonight’s match was Grant. He was the quarterback of the college
football team. Now some would think that
unfair as his teammate was one of the wrestlers. But Grant had quickly established that he did
not show any favoritism when a teammate was involved.
Grant was dressed in a skintight referee’s shirt and a
pair of tight, black, Levi jeans. He was
wearing a pair of red sneakers. He stood
6' 2" tall and weighed 230 tight muscled pounds. His biceps threatened to burst through the
seams of his shirt. His pecs were small
mountains that jutted out from his chest with very prominent nipples and his
abs were corrugated and easily seen through the tight shirt. He had worn this to make sure that both teams
knew he could control any action within the ring.
Grant called both teams to the middle of the ring. “Okay guys, let’s keep this civilized. Follow
the rules and play fair. I DON’T like
cheaters.”
Lancelot replied, “with these two short, shrimpy wimps no
need to cheat.” Arthur did look askance
at Lancelot as he was one of those short people.
Percy laughed.
“Don’t worry. We don’t need to
cheat to take down these second-class wrestlers.”
Grant just rolled his eyes and sent everyone back to
their corners.
Lancelot and Percy entered the ring first. At the sound of the bell, they moved toward
each other. In spite of the height and
weight advantage, Percy moved without hesitation. As they neared each other, Lancelot threw
both hands up in a test of strength challenge.
Percy just stopped and looked at Lancelot with the “do
you think I insane” look
Lancelot suddenly shot his right foot forward, driving it
into Percy’s abs. As Percy doubled over,
Lancelot locked his head under his arm and dropped back to the mat in a
DDT. Tristan winced as he heard his
partner’s head slam into the mat. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Lancelot regained his feet, pulled Percy upright and then
threw him into the ring ropes. As he
bounced off, he was met by a charging Lancelot who speared him the abs and
drove him into the mat. The loud “oof”
that escaped him could be heard across the warehouse.
Lancelot stood, lifted Percy up and dropped him abs first
across his knee. Percy was already hurting
and the match had just begun. Lancelot
then lifted Percy into over of the shoulder backbreaker. He used his right hand to pull down on the
chin and his left to pull down on an ankle.
He turned toward Tristan and said, “boy this is going to
be easier than I thought.”
Tristan just sneered.
Lancelot began bouncing Percy up and down as he had him
spread over his shoulders. Percy was
grunting in pain. Lancelot released the ankle and placed his hand between
Perc’s legs and onto his lower abs. He made
sure that his right wrist was pressing down on Percy’s nutsack as he
bounced. Seeing the change in tactics, Tristan
entered the ring to try and help his partner.
Grant, the ref, was immediately on Tristan forcing him back to the
corner.
While Grant was pushing Tristan back, Lancelot reached
out and tagged Arthur who then entered the ring. Lancelot turned facing toward Percy and Tristan’s
corner and shot a one fingered salute in Tristan’s direction while continuing
to bounce Percy and pull down on the chin and the thighs. This just encouraged Tristan to try harder to
get to his partner. That was the
distraction Lancelot was looking for.
Lancelot then turned back toward his own corner expecting
to find Arthur on either the second or top rope waiting for a high spot move. Just as he completed the turn, he saw Arthur,
standing on the ring mat, and then his right leg and foot swing up, pass
between his thighs and then slam into his nuts.
A microsecond later, Lancelot felt the explosion of pain in his
balls. His face took on a look of surprise
to be immediately replaced by shock and pain.
He dropped to his knees. As he
did so, Percy slid from his shoulders down to the mat.
Once Lancelot’s knees hit the mat, Arthur stepped
forward, grabbed Lancelot’s hair on each side of his head. Arthur then leaped backward and downward,
slamming Lancelot’s head into the mat.
Arthur then stood, kicked Lancelot in the side of the head. He went over, pulled Percy to his groggy
feet, turned him toward his own corner and pushed him forward.
As Percy stumbled toward his corner, he ran into the back
of Grant just hard enough to cause him to stumble forward. As he turned to see what was happening, he
saw Percy stumbling toward his corner.
He realized that Percy was groggy and felt that he didn’t really mean to
hit him. Tristan had quickly jumped out
of the ring and grabbed the tag rope when he noticed Arthur attack
Lancelot. Percy had fallen to his knees,
but was able to reach up and make the tag before falling face first down on the
mat.
Tristan leaped over the top rope and charged across the
ring, where Lancelot was laying on the mat face down, obviously dazed, while
Arthur was standing in the corner, holding the tag rope, and reaching his hand
over the top rope encouraging Lancelot to hurry and tag him.
As Grant had not been looking, he had missed the earlier
tag all together. Tristan arrived at
Lancelot’s head, dropped a leg drop across the upper back and neck. He then stood and pulled Lancelot out to the
middle of the ring where a tag was no longer possible.
Once in the center of the ring, Tristan began a series of
stomps and knees into the left quads of Lancelot. He knew that while the man was down, the best
chance his team had to was to work on the legs to keep him on the mat and not
upright. He then moved the stomps down
to the knee. His next move was to lift
the leg up, bent at the knee, place his foot in the back of the knee and slam
downward, driving the knee into the ring mat.
He did this twice.
By this point, the pain in his leg had brought Lancelot
back to full awareness of where he was.
After the last knee slam, he managed to turn to his back. He then struck outward with his right leg
trying to mule kick Tristan. Tristan was
able to avoid the move and did an arm drop down on the chest. He followed this
by sitting on the upper abdomen and locking on a double pec claw. He made sure that his fingers were under the
edge of the pec muscle. He squeezed for
all he was worth.
Eventually, as the pain began to worsen, Lancelot was
able to twist and turn until he threw Tristan off. He tried to rise to his feet, but had to be
careful about the amount of weight he put on the knee. As he was hoping around and began to turn
toward his opponent’s corner, he was hit with a standing drop kick from Percy,
who had entered the ring. Lancelot flew
backward toward his corner and crashed onto his back.
Grant got between Lancelot and Percy and ordered him back
to his corner as he hadn’t tagged in.
Percy argued with him as he slowly backed toward the corner. Tristan regained his balance and was heading
toward Lancelot when he suddenly stopped and just stared. As Grant was pushing Percy back, Arthur had
dropped to the warehouse floor, reached under the rope and grabbed both of
Lancelot’s legs, one on each side of the ring post. He then fell backward, dragging his partner’s
cock and balls into the ring post.
As Lancelot screamed and Grant began to turn around to
see what was happening, Percy attempted to make a run around Grant, causing
Grant to turn his attention back to him.
After the ball posting, Arthur had grabbed the left leg and slammed the
knee into the corner post twice. He then
began trying to push Lancelot back into the ring. Seeing what was happening, Tristan ran over,
grabbed Lancelot’s wrists and then pulled him back into the middle of the
ring. Arthur hopped back on the ring
apron in his corner and began yelling encouragement to his partner.
The crowd, for the most part, was definitely
confused. This was by far not from what
was expected from this match. Most wasn’t sure whether to cheer or boo. The men of BOB, and surprisingly TOM, however,
had no such problems and cheered Arthur’s action loudly and noisily.
Once he had him back in the middle of the ring, Tristan
proceeded to kick Lancelot over onto his stomach. He then bent both legs at the knee, crossed
the ankles. He then placed the crossed
ankles behind his knee with the leg going between Lancelot’s legs to the
mat. He then bridged backward, reached
his hand around Lancelot’s chin and locked them in. He then contracted himself, pulling Lancelot
up by his chin and upward by his legs. Lancelot
bowed outward trying to relieve the stretch.
Tristan pulled as hard as he could putting stress on the left quads and
knee, the back and the neck. Lancelot
screamed and tried to pry the hands free without any success. Eventually, Tristan released the hold, as it
did require a great deal of strength and effort on his part.
Once he released the hold, Tristan rolled into his corner
and tagged in Percy. Percy placed both
hands on the top rope, jumped and propelled his feet upward until he was standing
on the top rope. He did a little bounce
and then leaped off the ropes toward Lancelot.
Lancelot had just managed to roll over, when Percy’s 150 pounds slammed
down full force into his abs and lower chest.
A loud grunt was heard by the crowd as the wind was forced from him.
Percy stood, slammed two stomps down into the
abdomens. Lancelot rolled over to try
and escape his opponent. As soon as he
was on his stomach, Percy jumped up and crashed his ass down into the lower
back. He then reached up, locked his
hands under Lancelot’s chin and pulled upward.
He forced Lancelot’s arms over his knees and then settled into the camel
clutch.
Arthur began screaming about “illegal activities.” When Grant turned to see what he was talking
about he noticed Arthur entering the ring.
He quickly moved to intercept him and prevent him from interfering in
the match. Seizing the opportunity,
Tristan jumped into the ring, moved over to Lancelot and Percy. He stood with his back to Percy, reached
down, grabbed Lancelot’s ankles and hooked them under his armpits. He then lifted. As he did, Percy also stood. They now had Lancelot in a combination Boston
crab and camel clutch while suspended in air.
The hold was stretching out his quads, abs and chest muscle. Percy had slipped one hand up and clamped it
over Lancelot’s mouth to keep his screams down.
Arthur could easily see what was happening, but continued
to try and get around Grant to get to the action. Actually, he was only trying to occupy Grant
while the double teaming was ongoing. He
finally allowed Grant to push him back to his corner and through the ropes.
Just as Grant started to turn Arthur ducked between the ropes as if to re-enter
the ring. Grant quickly intercepted him
and forced him back to the outside. This
last maneuver had allowed Tristan time to drop the legs and exit the ring, by
rolling under the bottom rope. Percy
dropped back down into a camel clutch.
When Grant turned from the corner, all he saw was that
Percy still had Lancelot in a camel clutch.
He did make him remove his hand from Lancelot’s mouth. Grant was aware that a small section of the
crowd was complaining about something, but the majority of the crowd was just
cheering and encouraging. As he turned,
he saw Arthur turn toward the brothers of TOM, smile and shoot them a thumbs
up. They all cheered louder. Grant was confused by the action and the
response but had no choice but to turn back toward the action. He knew something was up, but didn’t know
what.
After Tristan dropped the chin and arms, Lancelot dropped
to the mat. Tristan stood, delivered a
series of stomps to the back as he reached over and tagged Percy. Percy entered the ring. Together, he and Tristan pulled Lancelot to
his feet and Tristan helped Percy to get some revenge by securing Lancelot in
an over the shoulder backbreaker while Grant counted to five. Tristan exited the ring just as Percy locked
his left hand under the chin and his right onto the ankle of Lancelot.
He then exerted pressure by pulling his hands toward each
other. Lancelot was again being bent
double with his back screaming in pain.
He refused Grant’s offer of submission although he was in increasing
amounts of pain. Percy walked around the
ring while bouncing Lancelot up and down increasing the pain. After all, turn about was fair. He then approached Arthur’s corner, staying
just out of reach.
“Big man here isn’t much help, now is he?” he taunted.
“Fuck you, asshole.
You two fought fair this wouldn’t be an issue,” Arthur replied.
Grant was observing the action and could find no
infraction of the rules. “Looks fair to
me,” he said in response to Arthur.
Observing Grant’s position, Arthur motioned for Tristan
to enter the ring. He made sure his hand was not in a position to be seen by
Grant. Tristan hopped into the ring, not
really knowing what was going on, but interested in finding out.
“Hey, Grant, get Tristan out of the ring,” Arthur yelled.
Grant turned to see Tristan approaching and immediately
headed to intercept him.
As soon as Grant started toward Tristan, Arthur told
Percy, “turn the bastard feet first toward me, step closer, pull that leg
forward and hand gag him.”
Percy was a little wary but did as he was told. Arthur reached over the top rope, placed his
left hand on Lancelot’s free knee and pushed away the leg away from Percy. He took his right hand, balled it into a fist
and slammed it up between Lancelot’s thigh full power into the nuts. When the first blow hit, Percy felt Lancelot
jerk and a subdued shriek came from his mouth.
Arthur repeated the blow twice more, before the jerking Lancelot
actually managed to jerk himself back enough, that Percy had to drop him to the
mat. Lancelot’s hands went to his balls
as he curled into a fetal position.
With each blow that had landed, the men of TOM had
cheered louder. The other frat boys
weren’t sure exactly what was happening, but knew that Lancelot was getting a
beatdown from his own partner and his fraternity brothers were approving.
Lancelot hit the mat just as Grant turned back from the
corner. As he saw Lancelot’s hands go to
his crotch and him curl up, he yelled at Percy “Hey, no low blows.”
Percy just smiled and said, “Hey there were no low blows
BY me.” He then smirked. Grant was now really confused. Percy then turned and delivered a series of
kicks into the lower back and sides. Although in a lot of pain, Lancelot
managed to roll under the ropes and drop to the floor. As Percy went to follow him, Grant pushed him
back. Grant stayed in position so that
he could also see Tristan, who was standing in his corner holding the tag rope.
Arthur, however, was not in Grant’s view. He dropped down to the floor to “check on”
his partner. However, instead of
checking on him, he pulled Lancelot to his feet and then lifted him stomach to
stomach across his body. With his right hand under the crotch and his left
under the head. He then charged Lancelot
toward their corner slamming his lower back into the ring pole. He did this three more times, before dropping
Lancelot to the floor and bending over him in concern. As he bent over, Lancelot managed to crock
out “why”. Arthur just grinned and
shrugged, “why not.”
When Grant turned back to their side of the ring, he saw
a concerned Arthur trying to help his partner.
He then began a 10 count. After
passing five, with Lancelot not making a large attempt to get up, Arthur
“helped” his partner back to his feet and then under the lower ring rope. Arthur jumped up to his corner, grabbed the
tag rope and reached over to get a tag from Lancelot who lifted his hand toward
his partner.
However, Lancelot had been pushed into the ring just out
of the reach of Arthur, as he had planned.
Percy quickly crossed the ring, pulled Lancelot into the center of the
ring. He then pulled Lancelot to his
feet, lifting him up and dropped him onto his outstretched knee in reverse
atomic drop. The pain in Lancelot’s nuts
exploded again. Percy could see that he
was close to being out of it and submitting.
He regrabbed Lancelot, lifted him up and delivered a powerbomb.
He then tagged in Tristan. As Tristan approached a downed Lancelot, he
heard the frat bothers from TOM chanting, “sleeper, sleeper, sleeper.” He looked up and noticed Arthur chanting the
same. Grant had also heard the chant and
felt like he was in an alternate reality.
Those who should have been cheering for Lancelot were rooting against
him. Grant wasn’t the one confuse, but
Tristan, but looking for the win, pulled Lancelot to a sitting position, sat
down behind him and locked on a sleeper hold.
Lancelot tried to fight it, more out of instinct, but finally succumbed
to the hold.
After Grant lifted Lancelot’s limp hand for the third
time he called for the bell. He then
made Tristan drop the hold. Tristan
stood and Percy entered the ring. Grant
gripped both hands and lifted them in the air as the announcer said “And your
winners of this Tag Team match, the men from BOB.” The crowd cheered wildly, especially the guys
from TOM.
After dropping their hands, Grant went over to check on
Lancelot who was being seen to by his partner, Arthur. Suddenly he heard, “everybody
out of the ring now,” in a loud and authoritative voice. He turned to see that it was Dean Ambrose.
“I was just going to check…” Grant began.
“His partner and fraternity brothers can take care of
him. Out of the ring now.”
Mildy confused Grant did as he was told as did Tristan
and Percy. Dean Ambrose then ordered
everyone out of the warehouse as the matches were over. Despite some hesitation, Grant complied when he
noted that Arthur and the men of TOM were in the ring surrounding Lancelot. He thought it was odd, but then left.
Tristan and Percy were congratulated by the men of BOB on
their win. The entire fraternity was
very curious as to why the match had progressed as it had, but was reassured by
the president of TOM, that everything was okay.
They would understand soon and they would approve. Tristan looked back at the ring and said, “Is
he really going to be okay with you guys?” with some concern in his voice.
The president of TOM said, “yes he is going to be
okay. He just needed to be taught a
lesson. Nothing bad is going to happen
to him l promise.” He then smiled his
most sincere smile.
Tristan still was a little uncomfortable, but his frat
brothers reassured him that it was a private TOM affair. He then left with his brothers.
Finally, the warehouse was empty except for the men of
TOM and Dean Ambrose.
The Dean entered the ring, looked down at Lancelot and
turned with a confused look at Arthur.
“Look he needed a lesson. And it has started.”
“I’m not comfortable.” The dean began.
“Look we aren’t going to let anything bad happen to
him. Just a little embarrassment.” Arthur then pointed to two of TOM’s members
sitting in the chairs. “Calvin and Hobbs
over there will keep an eye on him.”
The dean just looked and then said “Okay, but if anything
does happen it will be your ass as well as mine.”
Arthur just laughed, “Quit worrying.”
With that the warehouse emptied, excepted for Lancelot
laying in the middle of the ring, and Calvin and Hobbs who had moved into the
shadows so that they couldn’t be seen.
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Lancelot struggled back to the land of the awake. He was a little groggy and it took him a
moment to remember where he was. He
slowly sat up and realized that he was in the middle of the wrestling ring. And the warehouse was deserted. He sat a moment until he felt fully
awake. As he stood, his aching body,
especially his nuts, reminded him that he had been in a wrestling match. And the events came flooding back to
him. As he began to exit the ring, he had
to walk slowly because his nuts were screaming at him. He also realized that he was now dressed in a
lime green thong, a couple of sizes too small, and he was wearing nothing else
including nothing on his feet. His nuts
were covered but also compressed by the too small thong.
He exited the ring and went back to the area used as a
changing room. To call it locker room
would be a huge disservice to the area.
He went to where he had left his bags, to find nothing there. On closer inspection he found a piece of
paper which simply said “See you back at the Frat house.” He would have loved to be able to say he
didn’t know why things had went down the way they did, but he thought he had finally
figured it out. He knew he had no one to
blame but himself. It was just a
question of how much damage had been done and if it could be corrected.
It then struck him that there were no keys anywhere in
site. As he walked out of the warehouse
into the parking lot, he found it empty – his car was not there. It was about 2 miles from the warehouse to
the frat house and fortunately only about ½ mile was not on campus. The area was relatively safe. He began the slow walk back toward the frat
house. Dressed as he was, he knew it was
going to be an issue. He did not notice
his two shadows following him.
He encountered no major problems until he hit the campus.
He had walked by two townies who had mumbled “damn college faggots.” Otherwise the first ½ mile was benign but uncomfortable,
physically and mentally. Once he hit the
campus the only problems were the jeers and taunts from other college students
as he walked through the campus in his lime green thong. The majority of it was good natured “abuse” and
“harassment’ but as he got closer to Fraternity row, the hoots and insults
became more intense and bawdier. He had tried to find someone to drive him, but
got no takers. The other frat houses and
campus dwellers loved seeing a member of TOM walking in misery and shame. In some ways, the taunts from the coeds were
the worst. He tried to console himself
that maybe one of the women he passed would hit him up.
Once he approached the TOM house, he stopped. He noticed
that Tristan and Percy and some brothers from TOM were in the field next to the
house. He then realized that most of his
brothers were out on the front lawn, sipping beer, tossing footballs, and
frisbees and just joking around. Once
they saw him approaching, however, they became quite and just started staring.
As he approached the walkway that would lead to the front
door, he heard a voice from the crowd scream “STOP.” He recognized the voice at Arthur’s. A wave of shame and contrition washed over
him. As he stood there, he saw Arthur
walk out of the crowd and onto the walkway.
He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt as were most of the other
brothers. Lancelot felt decidedly
undressed.
The two wrestlers just stood there staring at each
other. Lancelot glanced away first and
said “Look, I know I screwed up…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP,” shouted Arthur. “No one wants to hear your pathetic excuses
or attempts at justification. You broke
trust with all the brothers in the house, especially me.”
Lancelot felt like he was going to cry because he
realized that Arthur was right. “I didn’t,
err, I mean she…”
“Silence.” Arthur
walked over until he was almost nose to nose with Lancelot. Lancelot had to look down, while Arthur had
to look up. But still Lancelot felt like
a little kid.
“You broke the most basic bro-code, dude. In the process you also broke the fraternity
code. You fucked around with my
girlfriend. Do you know how much that
hurts?”
Lancelot just stared as a single tear did run down his
face. “I’m sorry, I was drunk and she…”
“No. No
excuses. What you did was inexcusable. There is no why or not. Now, you have a choice to make. Go upstairs, pack your shit, and get the hell
out of the house and out of the Frat.
Or, you can try to earn your way back in. Some of the brothers don’t want to give you
that chance, but I convinced them to at least make it an option.”
Lancelot felt a little hope blossom. “What do I need to do?”
“Very simple really. You just have to pledge the house
again. For the next three months, you
are going to be a pledge. A single
pledge all to yourself. And the
university is going to look the other way by and large. Because while hazing is not allowed for
pledges, technically you aren’t a pledge – you are a brother. And believe me the next three months are
going to be hell. Those brothers who
don’t want you back are going to try to get you to quit. AND at the end of the three months, you still
may not make it back, as we will have a vote and you could still be voted out.”
Lancelot didn’t hesitate at all. Arthur was his best friend and he had screwed
up big time. He needed a chance to try
and make it right and knew some retribution had been earned. “I would like to pledge Tau Omega Mu, sir.”
A little smile played at Arthurs lips. “Fine, start by stripping naked.”
Lancelot just looked around and saw that other frats were
watching, but he still didn’t hesitate.
He stripped the thong off until he was standing naked. The members of the other frats were laughing,
shouting obscenities and taking pictures.
Arthur pulled something from his pocket and showed it to Lancelot. He then pointed to Lance’s penis and said,
“Since that thing got you into trouble, we are going to remove the temptation. But only if you agree and ask me to.” Arthur then pulled out his cell phone and
turned the voice recorder on.
Lancelot just stood there looking. He could not believe what he was being asked
to do. But as he looked up and into
Arthurs eyes to try and beg him not to do this, what he saw stopped him. There was no compassion, there was no
friendship. There was only a look of rage
and revenge.
Knowing that he had to somehow make this right, he
spoke. “Please Arthur, lock the chastity
device on my penis and control my sex life.”
As Arthur scowled at him, Lancelot added a tearful
“Please Sir.”
The CB 6000 was applied and locked. Arthur had one key and one key was given to
the president. Lancelot was then allowed
back into the house to begin his very long three months of pledging He did have a large knot in his stomach, but
was willing to do anything to repair the damage he had caused with Arthur. As he walked into the house, the gawkers from
the other frats left laughing and high fiving.
Tristan looked at Percy, his former apprehension
lessened, and said “Okay, I’m good.
After all it’s not like we did anything wrong or illegal.” Percy laughed and agreed.
As Arthur turned to follow, he saw Dean Ambrose signal
him to come to his side.
“You know what I agreed to and what I didn’t. No permanent physical damage or changes, no
unwanted sexual activity and nothing that would cause long term problems and
issues. Humiliation, hard work, tight
control of all aspects of his life allowed.
Be careful of the public stuff, because if I get complaints, I will have
to shut it down.”
“Understood.”
Arthur then started to walk away but then turned back. “Look, I’m not aiming to permanently hurt
him. He is my best friend and hopefully
he will be again. But he needs to be
taught a lesson. And a brutal one at
that.” Arthur then turned and headed
into the house.
Dean Ambrose just smiled and turned to walk away. He still had his own problems to deal with from
the fallout of the Hair versus Hair match, but that was in the future not now.
Nice plot twist! Can't wait to see what will happen to Lancelot!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. To be honest not sure where some of my ideas come from they just pop up. I have always wanted to write a "partner turns on partner" story and somehow setting it in a college frat just seemed right. As for Lancelot, not sure what the future holds for him or for any of my characters.
DeleteIdeas are like that. Glad they pop up and you make good use of them. And I enjoyed how Lancelot was the taller and heavier of the bunch and ended up wrecked, lol. But even if they don't return, it was an awesome one shot story!
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