August tried not to panic. He really did. The thought of being found like this made that nearly impossible. The sun would be rising soon. The residents of this little apartment building would soon be coming out to start their days. When they did, they would see him wrapped to this support beam. They would also see that he was totally naked.
The door across from him began to open. He whimpered through his gag, terrified what her reactions might be. She stepped out rubbing her eyes.
"This better be fucking good," she grumbled.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. She stood there in nothing but her panties and a tiny little night shirt. Her blond hair messily covered her face as she fought to keep it under control. Her breasts, easily 32C, fought against the tiny top she wore. She stopped in midstride, taking him in. He looked down in shame.
Freshman year. August knew exactly how he wanted to spend it. He was going to pledge Sigma Upsilon Beta. His brother had done. His father had done it. His grandfather had done it. It was almost a graduation requirement. He felt he had been doing pretty good so far. Then came the party.
"Alright boys," the Pledge Master yelled, "time for the moment of truth. We go around the room. Tell us which girl on campus you wanna fuck. Or guy, no judging here. Every time some on does we drink."
He was eight drinks in when his turn came. Probably why he was so honest.
"Natalie Alyn."
There was a lot of laughs.
"What?"
"She would never fuck you," one guy teased.
He was right. She was the head cheerleader. There was no way she'd be into him. Still hurt to hear it though.
That had been a week ago. He had all but forgotten about that conversation. The hangover helped. He shut off the water in the shower when the bag was thrown over his head. I was wrestled down and forcibly dried before the duct tape was rolled over his body. Layer after layer the tape wrapped over my legs, holding them in place. My arms were forced behind my back and bound next. My attackers worked on my hips leaving my dick exposed. My arms were pinned to my sides as the tape covered my chest.
He felt himself being lifted and carried out of the frat house. He was loaded into what was clearly a van. He lost track of how long we drove. He just pleaded to be set free. No one responded. He was carried upstairs and propped against a post when the hood was removed. It was my frat brothers. He was being hazed.
"Wait. Where am I?"
Extra tape was applied trapping him in place against the pole.
"See that apartment?"
He pointed to the one right across from him.
"Yeah," he said, voice dripping with dread.
"That's Natalie's."
"Please don't."
