Knights of the Squared Circle

 

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.