On One Condition

by G. Lawrence

A gullible fraternity brother gets pranked

This story features public nudity, bondage, humiliation, mean tricks and revenge. Readers not interested in these themes should look elsewhere. All characters are over 18 years old.

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THE DARE

"I know we haven't been the best of friends," my fraternity brother said, "but I need you to do a favor for me. I would really appreciate it."

"What favor?" I asked, for I had no wish to make our cool relations worse.

"Last Friday, I made a bet with the Alphas on the Bears game. And the Bears lost. I owe them a dare," Harris explained. "It's due tonight, but I have the flu. Can you do my dare for me?"

He sniffled. Though I lived in Blue Dorm at Midvale Valley College, a small school in western Indiana, Harris and many of the senior fraternity brothers lived in the two-story chapter house om Greek Row. He was wrapped up in blankets surrounded by used tissues. Vicki Saunders, his black-haired girlfriend was heating water for him on a hot plate. She glanced up with a devilish grin.

I am James Donovan, called Jimmy. 19 years old at the time, 5'10 and 160 pounds, with reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. I kept in good shape swimming and running track, but I wasn't on any of the school's teams. Most of my time was in the library studying ancient history.

Harris and I were about the same build, both interested in running and soccer. He stayed clean-shaven and crew cut. Vicki was a beauty, a backup cheerleader and a member of the drama club. I couldn't say I knew either real well, but we attended the same fraternity parties and fundraisers together.

"What is this dare?" I dared to ask.

"Matt Sprawling and Dan Markman will tell you. Over at the Alpha House," Harris said. "It was only a football bet. No big deal."

I needed to think for a moment. As a sophomore, it was best to be on good terms with the seniors, for they tended to stick together. Midvale Valley was famous for its pranks and I didn't want to end up on the wrong end of one.

"Okay, I'll go over and see what they want," I foolishly agreed.

"I mentioned you might," Harris said, sneezing with satisfaction.

Fraternity life at Midvale followed patterns. Each fraternity had a sister sorority, and on the first Friday of each month, private parties were at their respective houses. The second weekends generally involved big affairs by all of the Greeks, combined with charity fundraisers, for the fraternal organizations prided themselves on their civic pride. Third weekends might involve bus trips to museums or ball games, most of them in the Chicago area two hours to the north, or trips to Lake Michigan beaches once the weather improved. On the fourth weekend of each month, the sorority women would mix with different fraternities at barbeques and dances.

I had met a pretty red-haired Kappa named Annie who I shared a class with. By coincidence, the Kappas were the sister sorority to the Alphas, so I wondered if I might meet her during my visit there. She wouldn't be at the Sigma party that night but I might see her at a crossover gathering. At least, that's what I was hoping.

Just after lunch, I wandered over to the Alpha house at the end of fraternity row. It was an old three-story Victorian boarding house with a large meeting hall, offices, and a kitchen in the back with twelve bedrooms upstairs. The Alphas were one of the bigger fraternities, with 50 actives, half of them living at the house. They were good at intramural sports. Sigma K only had 28 members but better academic achievements. Our house was a lot smaller.

"Jimmy, glad you could make it," Dan said, shaking my hand at the door.

"Yes, this is a surprise," Matt added, also greeting me with a handshake. They were all smiles. Both were good athletes. I had watched them play my fraternity in flag football and the Alphas always won.

"Harris asked me to do him a favor," I mentioned, entering their house for the first time. It was decorated with concert posters, trophies, and shelves of beer mugs with nicknames on them. My fraternity nickname, Goat, was too embarrassing to share.

"We just heard. Quite frankly, we were looking forward to working with Harris on this," Matt said. "Unless his girlfriend wanted to substitute for him, which is permitted."

"Harris has the flu. I guess Vicki is too busy taking care of him," I replied, though I hadn't heard of that before.

"Let's go to the office and get this started," Dan suggested, leading me toward the back.

The office was fairly ordinary. Computers. A filing cabinet. Audio visual and sound equipment. A desk and several chairs.

"Before we start, our chapter has a new procedure," Matt announced. He set me in a chair before a blue backdrop and aimed a video cam at me.

"What's this?" I asked.

"As you know, some parties have gotten their hosts in trouble lately," Dan said. "The girls drink too much, have sex, and later claim they had no idea what would happen. So now, when new girls come here, we tell them the rules and record everything so there are no questions later."

"What does that have to do with me? I'm no girl," I objected.

"The dare is at our party tonight," Dan replied. "We want to make sure you're taking Harris' place voluntarily."

He started the camera. "James Donovan of the Sigma K fraternity, you are taking the place of Harris Newbury for the dare he lost betting on the Bears game. Are you doing this of your own accord?"

Of course, I was a bit mystified, but the question was straightforward.

"Yes, I have agreed to fulfil the dare for my fraternity brother, Harris Newbury," I confirmed. Dan turned off the camera and put it on a shelf.

"That covers it," he concluded. "See you back here at 8 o'clock. Dress casually."

And with that, I was escorted from the house. A young skinny freshman was waiting for me on the porch.

"I am Kenji Takana, an Alpha pledge," he introduced. "Mr. Markman and Mr. Sprawling have asked me to accompany you this afternoon."

"What for?" I inquired.

"They didn't say, but they said it would be bad for me if I failed," he replied.

I didn't want to get the kid in trouble, so I let him tag along. It wasn't as if I had any big plans.

We went to the campus bookstore where I had a part time job in shipping & receiving. Kenji visited with my co-workers while I boxed books for returns and opened new boxes for the sales floor.

At six o'clock, after a quick meal at the cafeteria, I sat down with my study group in the library. Professor Latimer wanted a paper on 'decimatio', the Latin term for decimation. It was a brutal practice of the Roman army where, if a unit failed or became insubordinate, every 10th man was selected by drawing lots, tortured by his own comrades, and then executed. Our professor wanted to know if humiliation was an important part of the ritual. We weren't finding much evidence for that. Kenji seemed particularly enthralled by the conversation.

As 8 o'clock approached, I changed into casual clothes at my dorm and walked back to fraternity row. As Kenji and I passed the Kappa house, I noticed Annie on the sidewalk.

"Hi, Jimmy. Hey, Kenji. I didn't know you guys knew each other," she said. As always, the petite redhead's big green eyes were vivid. Her trim body posture sparky. Her ample breasts were nice and round in a tight red sweater. We had an art class together, mostly figure drawing. I often wished I was drawing her. Without clothes.

"Matt and Dan have me filling a dare for Harris," I replied.

"A dare?" she questioned.

"At the Alpha house tonight," I elaborated. Her eyebrows shot up. It looked like she wanted to say something. Kenji frowned and shook his head.

"Guess I'll see you there," Annie said, abruptly running off.

"She's a looker," Kenji mentioned.

"I've always thought so," I concurred.

We went through the back door where I said hello to their 60-year-old gray-haired cook, Mrs. Hemmings. She was preparing finger food for the party. She answered me with a smug smile, quickly turning away. Kenji led me to the office where I waited alone for about fifteen minutes. Matt and Dan finally showed up.

"Everything is almost ready," Matt said. "Did Harris explain the dare to you?"

"No. Come to think of it, no one has," I realized.

"Now is the time," Dan said, getting a cardboard box off the shelf. "The first thing you need to do is put your clothes in here."

"My clothes?" I stuttered.

"You'll be given a costume for the party," Matt assured me.

Clearly I was uncomfortable with this, but I'd given my word to fulfil the dare without bothering to ask what it was. That was no one's fault but mine. I took off my loafers and socks, dropping them in the box, followed by my sweater, powder blue polo shirt, and slacks. Even my keys, wallet, and phone. I paused at my underwear.

"Everything," Dan insisted with a determined glint in his eye.

This was so embarrassing. I peeled off my underwear, tossing it in. Matt closed the box and put it high up on a shelf. This left me standing before them completely nude, which was not a common occurrence. Yes, showering in the gym and dressing in the locker room was routine, but not a back office with a party just down the hall. At least they had promised me a costume. Matt returned with a smaller box, setting it on the desk.

"Before this goes further, we want to explain a few things," Matt mentioned. "When we made the bet with Harris at the Red Horse Tavern, we signed guarantees before witnesses. If Dan and I lost, we would go to the Sigma K house on a Friday morning, strip off our clothes, and spend the entire day cleaning. The meeting room. Kitchen. Bathrooms. Mow the lawn. Trim the trees. Completely naked. And we would need to stay naked even if there were outside visitors, which we assumed Harris would invite. We put a lot on the line."

"Harris never mentioned any of that," I responded.

"We're sure he didn't. Harris is an asshole, which is why we risked so much to have him here tonight," Dan said. "Obviously having you here isn't what we wanted, but we need to send a message. No one fucks with the Alphas."

Matt opened the box. I saw leather handcuffs. Ankle cuffs. A thick collar with a leash. A ball gag. Merchandise from a BDSM shop. I looked down to see if there was anything more. A shirt or vest. Shorts. Even flaps like seen in jungle movies. There was nothing.

"This is your costume," Dan announced.

"Oh, god," I muttered.

Matt went behind me to apply the handcuffs. Dan knelt to put on the ankle cuffs. I was too stunned to resist, or even protest. This couldn't be happening!

It only took a minute to have me trussed up, Matt placing the collar around my neck and adjusting the fit. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"Are you going to take me out there like this?" I whimpered.

"That's what Harris agreed to," Dan said, showing me the contract they had signed at the tavern. It was clearly spelled out. If Harris lost the bet, he would be a naked slave at their party to be mocked and humiliated. Which, of course, Harris had neglected to mention when he tricked me into taking his dare. Some brother he was. In retrospect, I realized Vicki had known, too, which is why she didn't take Harris' dare for him.

"You're looking good," Matt admired. "You're not too hairy, and you have a decent size dick. Nothing to be ashamed of. The girls will have fun playing with you."

"Playing with me? In front of everyone?" I whined.

"Look at the bright side," Matt consoled. "Our party isn't open to the general public. Only Alphas and Kappas here tonight. And a few of your friends."

"My friends? What do you mean?" I questioned, hunching over.

"Kenji spoke with your co-workers at the bookstore today. And members of your study group," he answered. "They've been offered special invitations."

"Why? Why would you do that?" I moaned.

"We can't humiliate Harris, so we're humiliating you," Matt clarified. "By the way, Annie had a talk with Vicki after meeting you on the sidewalk. It turns out Harris doesn't have the flu. He's perfectly healthy."

"I am such an idiot," I concluded.

"Hopefully an idiot who's learned a lesson," Dan lectured.

"I'm guessing photos of this are going to be all over school?" I asked, dreading how embarrassing it was going to be.

"We have several rules about that," Dan explained. "The brothers and sisters don't talk about what goes on in the house. What happens here stays here. Guests are sworn to secrecy. We can't say there won't be rumors. There will be. In order to control the narrative, only Jake Barnes is allowed to take videos. No private phones."

"May I ask why so generous?" I inquired.

"Before anything goes out on the internet, we want to make sure our faces and the fraternity house are obscured," Dan explained. "No pirate videos. Jake is a digital arts major. He knows how to manipulate the images."

"One last thing. We want you to agree to everything in advance," Matt added.

"Agree? Why the fuck would I agree to this?" I demanded, stark naked and handcuffed in the middle of their office.

"First of all, we don't specifically need your agreement," Dan responded. "You already agreed to the dare on camera. It's recorded. Though admittedly, you didn't know then what you know now, so we want everything above board. In case there are questions later."

"But one way or another, you are still going out there," Matt made clear.

I needed to think on that. They were nervous about something going wrong. No one wants their fraternity shown in a bad light. It provided me with a limited window of opportunity. Not a perfect solution by any means, but something.

"I won't pretend to like this. Not for a minute," I reluctantly answered. "And you wouldn't expect me to. But I will agree on one condition."

"Why should we agree to any conditions?" Matt asked.

"It's only one condition. What are you afraid of?" I dared.

The guys looked at each other and shrugged.

"Okay," Matt said. "You've got a deal. What's your condition?"

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THE PARTY

I knew this was going to be bad. Really, really bad. And kind of exciting. I couldn't let anyone suspect what I was really thinking. I'd always had fantasies about this. Nude in public. On display. Helpless. The only one naked in a room full of clothed people. Hopefully I could contain my arousal to limit the shame. At least I was looking good, having been working out and running in the mornings. After Matt and Dan left to get things organized, I lingered near the door listening. How many guests were expecting? Thirty? Fifty? A hundred? The door opened, scaring me. It was Annie.

"Hi, Jimmy," she sheepishly said, looking down. Before looking closer.

"Hi, Annie. This is awfully awkward," I replied. She came in and closed the door. With my hands handcuffed behind me, there was nothing I could do to cover myself. I was on display.

"I wanted to warn you earlier, but needed to stay loyal to my sorority sisters," she explained. "What I knew about the bet was confidential."

"I understand. I don't blame you for this. It was my own stupidity."

"You look really good without your clothes," she remarked with an charming smile. "In our art class, I've wondered what you'd look like posing nude."

"I've thought the same about you," I replied.

"Really?"

"You're the hottest girl on campus," I exaggerated, but not by much.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"There is one thing, but I'm afraid to ask."

"Give me a try," she offered.

"Being in front of all those people might cause me to... might cause..."

"Might cause you to get excited?" she guessed.

"Yes. I'm told Jake is going to be filming everything. If you see me... reacting, maybe you can stand in front of me a little until I'm back under control. Letting everyone see me naked will be bad enough. Having an erection preserved forever on the internet would be so much worse."

To my surprise, Annie came close. Very close. She gave me a gentle kiss and then wrapped her hand around my dick.

"I'll protect you," she whispered, giving a squeeze. It made me hard. Two ice cubes from the refrigerator cooled me down.

A few minutes later, Dan led me into the hall on the leash. I guessed there were forty Alphas and about twenty-five Kappas. They cheered as I entered, bound and collared like a pathetic sex slave. Naked but for the leather restraints. It wasn't personal. They wanted Harris, not me. Yet I was the sacrificial lamb and they needed their pint of blood. I kept my head up, knees quivering while trying to keep some dignity.

"Here is our entertainment for the evening," Dan announced. "A Sigma K who thought their loser frat could challenge the Alphas. What is our answer?"

"Loser! Loser! Loser!" the mob chanted, waving their beer mugs.

They walked into the middle of the cavernous room where Matt put me up on a coffee table for all to see. Jake moved around with this camera getting shots from all angles. The guys were smirking. The girls were grinning. Every eye was upon my naked body, and there was nothing I could do about it. I began breathing heavier, the stress taking a toll.

"Harris Newbury, a lowly Sig thinking too high of himself, made us a bet at the Red Horse Tavern," Matt announced. "And then tricked his own fraternity brother into getting naked to get out of it. Would any Alpha ever do that to a brother?"

"No! No! No!" they gleefully shouted.

"Surely it proves what slime they are," Matt continued. "Alphas rule, now and always!"

"Alpha! Alpha forever!" they exclaimed with another cheer.

"Okay, now that we've got that settled, what should we do with our slave?" Dan asked. "He's a nice piece of meat. Who wants to fuck him?"

Half a dozen hands went up. I started to panic. I had not been with a man, let alone fucked on a table before sixty spectators. My shoulders drooped, head hung low. When Matt and Dan had accepted my one condition, I had agreed to obey them. There was no way out.

To my total shame, I was placed on my knees, butt up, legs spread, head down. Fighting hard not to cry. A big football player came up behind me, hip bumping. Rocking us. He didn't have his dick out. Not yet. I tried not to look at the expectant faces around me. They were completely amused, drinking beer, and laughing at their degraded victim. I was a thing. Not even a person, just an object of derision. The football player backed off.

"No reason to hurry on fucking his ass, we can have him suck cock first," Matt suggested. "Who wants their cock sucked?"

Every male hand in the room went up, and several of the ladies. It made me suspicious. Not many straight guys I knew wanted their dicks sucked by another man, especially in front of witnesses. Was this a game? I looked at Annie with the question. She winked.

Okay, I got it. Scare the shit out of the slave by threatening to sexually humiliate him. They could certainly do that but would they want to? I played along, relaxing my posture and looking pathetic. They cheered again. Several ladies came forward with paddles, smacking my ass as they giggled. I won't say it didn't hurt. I will say it could have been worse.

Dan took me off the table, walking me around the room. I was poked and prodded by men and women alike. I hated it, at first, and then started to get a little aroused. I was naked, the center of attention. Dehumanized into a sexual object. It wasn't about me. Few of them even knew me.

Several of them did. I noticed two co-workers from the bookstore and three students from my history study group. They looked too shocked to take it all in. Doug and Alex, who worked the loading dock, were never particularly happy with me. They were lazy. I always wanted the product checked in and processed as fast as possible. They seemed very pleased with my humiliated state.

Brenda, Alice, and Eldon had a different reaction. Our relationship was respectfully academic. The ladies, in particular, were appalled.

"Jimmy, what is this?" Brenda asked, her eyes wide.

"Are you duplicating a Roman army 'decimation' for our class?" Alice inquired.

"If you're looking for legionary humiliation, you're doing a good job," Eldon praised, unable to hide his smile. "Professor Latimer will give you good marks for this."

"This is kind of accidental," I responded. "Please don't tell anyone."

"We won't," Alice promised.

"I will!" Alex boasted, raising his phone to take a photo. "I'm going to tell everyone! The whole school is going to see this." Doug lifted his phone, too. I turned, desperately trying to hide my genitals but didn't need to.

"What the fuck?" Dan shouted, grabbing Alex by the scruff of the neck. "We said no photos! No blabbing. You agreed to our conditions."

Two other Alphas had Doug in hand, and they weren't being gentle. Annie rushed up carrying a claw hammer.

"You goddamn motherfuckers," she cursed. She took both phones away, and with a dramatic flourish, smashed the devices into a hundred pieces. The Alphas and Kappas applauded.

"Just so you know, we had Kenji scout you out at the bookstore," Matt said. "We knew you'd be jerks about this, and we always like to send a message to the campus lowlifes. So get this straight. We hear a word about this, anywhere, to anyone, and we'll chain you assholes to the courtyard flagpole at lunchtime. Naked. Along with a brass band and balloons. Got that? Do you understand what I'm saying, you fucking pricks?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Alex and Doug mumbled. And I could tell they were. Double-crossing the Alphas wasn't something anyone wanted to do.

"Strip," Dan ordered.

"What?" my co-workers said.

"You heard me. Strip. Strip naked," Dan persisted.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" the crowd eagerly chanted.

They stripped while Jake recorded everything, their faces red. Two Kappas gathered their clothes, stuffing them in plastic bags. Alex and Doug were as naked as I was, though without the collar and handcuffs.

"Okay, we'll have your clothes at the bookstore in the morning," Dan informed. "Now start running. Run!"

The guys dashed out the front door, surprised to find a score of spectators waiting for them on the lawn, laughing and taking pictures. The message was clear. Don't break your word with this fraternity. I was glad to have given them my complete cooperation. And after that demonstration, I would continue to cooperate.

"We're not telling anyone," Brenda said, looking around her in fear.

"I never thought you would," I confirmed. "Masters, you will be kind to my friends, won't you?"

"As long as they keep their promises," Dan confirmed.

"We'll talk privately after class on Tuesday," I said to my study group. "I think this experience will give us the insight for our class that Professor Latimer wants."

"Insight for all of us," Eldon replied, looking very nervous.

"Are you going to be okay?" Brenda asked, surrounded by grim faces.

"Yeah. Thanks," I answered. After a few more minutes, they left, much to my relief. Seeing them in class after this would be easier now that it was framed as an academic exercise.

"Okay, we've dealt with the outsiders. What's next?" Matt said.

"I claim the slave!" Annie shouted, jumping up.

"Why you?" a Kappa sister asked.

"Because I will demand a price," Annie explained.

"What price?" others inquired.

"Jimmy and I have Mrs. Strothers' art class together. In exchange for his subjugation, he will pose nude for us," Annie declared. "For the whole class. Won't you, slave?"

I had been getting hard from all the stroking, slapping, and teasing. Annie must have noticed. She pushed her way through the crowd to grab my cock, squeezing hard. And the harder she squeezed, the harder I became. Not everyone could see what she was doing. Those who did were smirking. I felt no shame in this. It was perfectly natural.

"Tell me, slave, will you pose for our art class, as your mistress commands?" Annie asked.

"Yes, mistress, I will pose," I agreed. A shout went up. And I would pose if requested. It wasn't the first time I'd thought about it.

Annie took the leash, dragged me to a corner of the vast room under the staircase, and pushed me back into a niche. Spectators could see my head, shoulders, and legs, but not my midsection, screened by Annie kneeling on the floor before me.

"We need to make this look real," she said, fondling my growing erection. And then she suddenly went down on me, lips wrapped around my throbbing cock and pumping her head. My whole body went taut, legs stretched out. Twitching. My breath was short.

"Oh god," I moaned, much to the crowd's delight. I noticed Jake was no longer filming. Apparently humiliating me was fine, but filming a sorority sister giving a blowjob was off limits. Despite everything, it didn't take long to come, much to the spectator's delight. I'd been turned into their plaything.

"That should settle you down a little," Annie whispered.

"You are a goddess," I whispered back. "Am I really posing nude for the art class?"

"Yes, that's my payment," she answered.

"What's the price for posing nude twice?" I asked, making her laugh.

With a bit of the sexual tension relieved, it was easier when Matt and Dan put be back up on the coffee table. Loud music was played. Jake was filming again.

"Dance for us," Matt ordered, slapping my ass. When it looked like he'd do it again, I began to sway, lift my feet, and wiggle my hips, making my dick flap back and forth. People began to clap. More drinks were served. They had me do three songs. On the last one, two sorority girls jumped to join me. Keeping their clothes on. I was panting, beginning to run out of energy.

The Alphas were not as mean as they could have been. After the final dance, they removed the handcuffs and had me help Mrs. Hemmings serve snacks. Working for a frat in Midvale, I doubted there was much she hadn't seen. The gracious lady took it all in stride. Walking around the room carrying a silver tray was weird, but better than kneeling on the table with my ass in the air. For all the threats, being groped was the worse that happened.

By midnight the party was winding down. Dan gave me my clothes back, which was a relief. I was afraid they'd make me walk back to the Sigma house nude and I didn't want to give Harris the satisfaction. As it turned out, the motherfucking asshole wasn't through with me yet.

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THE FUNDRAISER

It was a big Friday night event at the Jeffer's Country Club, the gigantic ballroom jammed. Harris was a font of excitement. I drew him aside.

"Are you really going to show the video of me from the Alpha house?" I asked.

"That's the plan," he confirmed.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Because so many saw me make the bet at the Red Horse Tavern, there are rumors that I was naked in front of the Alphas. And their Kappa sisters. This video will prove once and for all that it was you, not me."

"This isn't fair. You asked me to do you a favor. As a brother," I protested.

"You were stupid enough to take my dare," he smugly insisted. "You have no one to blame but yourself."

"But why the rest? Why force me to dance on stage naked? Here? In front of this huge party."

"Bradshaw wanted a hook for our fundraiser. Raising money to help kids," he replied. "What better way than to have the star of the video repeat his performance live onstage?"

"Please, let's not do this," I begged.

"Oh, I want this. I want it bad. I can't wait to see you up there on that stage dancing your gullible little heart out," he snickered. "That's why we call you the Goat, after all."

Harris wandered off toward the bar wonderfully pleased with himself. Hank Bradshaw, our fraternity president, and Melissa Delgado, the Delta fundraising chairwoman, came up to me seemingly pleased with the large turnout.

"Guys, isn't there a way around this?" I pleaded.

"Jimmy, rumors have been leaking out all week of some big stunt. Some kind of prank that resulted in a naked dance," Hank replied, dressed to his best in a blue suit and red tie. "The fraternity scheduled this film as a fundraiser. I issued the proposal based on what Harris vaguely told me. We can't back down after giving our word."

"You saw the fraternity's press release," Melissa mentioned. "You didn't try to rewrite it, did you?"

"No, I didn't try to rewrite it," I admitted.

"Look, only you and Harris know what this thing is all about, so we're taking a chance, too," Hank impatiently said. "Don't try to back out or there will be consequences."

They walked off, leaving me at the foot of the stage. A large screen rolled down from the ceiling. Harris strolled back, handing me a gin and tonic.

"Ready to be a movie star?" he asked.

"I still don't know how you got this," I complained. "Matt and Dan said they had the only copy. No other videos were taken."

"That's true. As far as I know, no other videos exist," Harris responded. "This is the same one from their frat party. The one where you strutted your stuff."

"They promised not to share it with outsiders," I whimpered.

"They didn't. I have ways of getting what I want. Jake Barnes needed to get laid and asked if I could help. I knew a girl who would fuck him, so we made a deal. He just arrived a few minutes ago." Harris pointed toward the projection booth at the back of the hall. I saw movement. It was Jake.

"How much is he going to show? Not everything?" I dreaded.

"I haven't seen it yet, but if this video is anything like what I've heard, it's going to be great," he gloated. "Something about handcuffs and a coffee table."

He strolled away, looking forward to my ultimate humiliation. His status as a prankster would be legendary. He not only tricked me into taking his dare, but now he'd have me repeat my dancing performance before an entire hall. I studied the crowd. Probably a thousand people all dressed in expensive suits and ball gowns. With no restrictions on taking pictures. It would all be out there for everyone to see.

An hour into the event, once everyone had arrived, Hank went toward the stage. I had three drinks, stealing myself. Annie came to my side.

"Is it true? You're going to dance naked on the stage tonight?" she whispered.

"Where did you hear that?" I asked.

"Harris has been texting everybody that last Friday's slave at the Alpha house is making a return engagement," she replied.

"All I can say is that there is an agreement," I responded. "I have to stand behind it. Our whole fraternity does. It's a matter of honor."

"Honor?" she questioned.

"We've raised $20,000 for the children's cancer fund. We can't back out."

Annie looked around the room. "I sure wouldn't want to be you right now," she said.

"I don't really want to be me right now, either," I confessed.

"Is this going to make posing nude for our art class redundant?" she teased.

"Maybe you can give me some private coaching?" I suggested.

"You better watch out, mister. I'm starting to like you," she replied, giving me a kiss before joining her sorority sisters.

I won't claim I wasn't nervous. There was a good chance the night might be a total disaster.

Hank got up on stage raising his arms to attract the crowd's attention. He had a booming voice not requiring a microphone.

"Folks, as promised, we have a special treat tonight," he announced. "This event is being described as performance art. It's a film, and following the film, the original artist will be appearing here on stage repeating his performance. I have been warned it may be risqué so those with delicate sensibilities may wish to leave now."

Only a few did. The crowd looked eager.

Harris summoned me to join our delegation, twenty-five fraternity brothers and eighteen Delta sorority sisters.

"I can hardly wait to see you up there, naked and wearing these," Harris whispered, drawing a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

"Don't rub it in. I may not have agreed voluntarily, but I did agree," I replied.

Hank got down from the stage.

"Did I hear right? Someone from our own fraternity will be dancing completely naked on the stage tonight?" he softly asked. "Wearing handcuffs?"

"You heard right," Harris confirmed. "This is my big surprise. The one I promised."

"Fuck. No wonder this crowd is so big," Hank remarked. "Judith Carter of the campus newspaper is here with a photographer."

I shuddered to hear that. The Midvale Beacon wasn't just the school paper, it circulated in town, too. In stores where I shopped. How would I ever show my face there again?

The film started, everyone falling silent. It was the Alpha fraternity house, but details had been obscured, giving it a generic appearance. Likewise, the faces of the participants had been slightly distorted, clearly the work of an expert. Men in casual clothes. Women in party dresses. We could hear their voices. Laughing. Giggling. Mocking. A man was led into the middle of the crowded room, naked and handcuffed, seen from the back. He had a great butt. It was my butt, even though many butts look alike. I held my breath as Dan turned the man around. The ballroom issued a shocked murmur.

The face they were seeing wasn't mine. It belonged to Harris. His jaw dropped.

"That's not me!" he shouted. "It's not me! It's AI!"

"It sure as hell looks like you," Hank said. "I even see that spider tattoo on your arm."

"And the birthmark on your hip," Melissa added.

"It's AI," Harris insisted, starting to back away. Several strong arms grabbed him.

"We made a commitment," Hank reminded. "That means you made a commitment. You're going up on that stage. Brothers, get those clothes off him. And don't forget the handcuffs."

Harris was pushed to the foot of the stage and stripped. The handcuffs he had brought for me were locked behind his back. Our Delta sisters found a leather collar for him, joyfully turning him into a naked slave. Then Harris was warned to shut up and not embarrass our brotherhood. Hundreds of photos were being taken. He started to cry.

On the movie screen, the performer was seen posed on the coffee table, on his knees, being dry humped by the clothed football player, then walked around the room on a leash while snickering fingers groped him, and finally put back up on the table to dance. Everything was out there for all to see. In high definition.

"What do think?" Matt Sprawling said, coming up next to me. Dan Markman appeared on the other side. "Did Jake do a good job?"

"Flawless," I praised as the fifteen-minute film ended. Hank had our brothers taking Harris up onstage, bent over and cringing. When he resisted, they smacked his ass with a belt to provide motivation. Music started. He began to dance, his dick wiggling around as the audience laughed. For those not close enough to the stage, the performance was visible on big screens all around the hall. Harris looked like the world was ending. When the first song ended, another started.

"The tattoo and blemish are nice touches, don't you think? Jake came up with that," Matt explained.

"Thank god. If you had left the film as it was, it would be me dancing up there," I said, my heart still beating with trepidation. "I must admit, you had me really scared."

"It was Harris we wanted to get," Dan mentioned. "This worked out perfectly."

"I'm still relieved. You saved my life tonight," I insisted.

"In our office, you only asked for one condition," Matt responded. "That we put Harris's face on your body. We gave our word."

"You certainly did," I said, shaking their hands. "And thanks."