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My apologies for the length of time it has taken me to post this chapter. Real life has reared its ugly head ;)
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After their heart-to-heart talk three days earlier, Tom and Dennis’ budding friendship was once again showing signs of strain. For Tom, the tension was twofold. Firstly, knowing how deep Booker’s feelings were for him, he did not want to lead the young officer on by behaving too friendly. Secondly—and most disturbingly—he was struggling to understand the complexity of his own feelings. Although he did not know why, Booker had awakened something inside him, something he had not felt for a very long time… full-blown infatuation.
He had desperately tried to push the unwanted thoughts to the deepest recesses of his mind, but his feelings were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, and there was no denying the obvious; every aspect of Dennis Booker intrigued him. It would not have been a bad thing, except he had never met a male who had the ability to beguile him, and the whole experience was extremely unsettling. Much to his dismay, he found himself frequently questioning the depth of his feelings, all of which cast serious doubt on the validity of his heterosexuality, and he could not help but wonder if his initial hostility toward Booker was because unbeknownst to him, he had felt an attraction to the charismatic officer all along. But that was not a conversation he relished having with himself, and so he did what he needed to do to preserve his sanity, he withdrew from the man whose coal-black eyes sent technicolor fireworks firing through his heart and focused his mind on their case… alone.
Therefore, as he stood in the basement of the fraternity house waiting to see what humiliating, ritualistic activity McCarter had in mind for their final challenge, he purposely ignored Dennis’ penetrative gaze and instead cast a furtive glance at the Pi Tau brothers lining the walls. To his and Dennis' amazement, the Pledge Master had paid them very little attention during the final two days of hazing. More surprisingly, he had also moved away from humiliating Horshack, much to the frail pledge’s relief. Instead, the callous senior had focused most of his efforts on the remaining pledges, the four strapping young men who up until then had pretty much flown under the radar. He had put them through vigorous and often painful activities, all of which they had conquered with little or no trouble.
They were, after all, the best of the best.
But that was the past. All the blood, sweat and tears they had shed during the last week had led toward one final goal; surviving the grand finale. A shiver of foreboding ran down Tom’s spine. They had one last activity to endure, and if they succeeded, they would become fully fledged Pi Tau brothers. However, unless the final hazing ritual included an exercise that risked a pledge’s life or well-being, the case was a bust. Even though some of the activities during Hell Week had been brutal, they were nothing more heinous than boys just being boys. Neither he nor Booker had witnessed any significant abuses or negligence, and he was beginning to wonder if those who had failed to make the cut had grossly exaggerated their witness accounts. After all, resentment provided a strong motivation to lie.
When Michael McCarter, Todd Stevenson, and an unknown Pi Tau brother stepped forward, the latter holding a camcorder, Tom returned his thoughts to the present. Stevenson spoke first, his voice pleasant and inviting. “Welcome to the final day of Hell Week, gentlemen. You are one task away from becoming members of the most elite fraternity on campus. Congratulations on making it this far.”
Suppressing a smirk, Booker glanced at Tom, but when the younger officer kept his eyes focused straight ahead, a sigh of annoyance expelled from between his lips. He did not understand Hanson’s detachment; he had thought after their forthright conversation that their relationship would start to develop into something more gratifying. However, he had found himself sadly mistaken. Tom only spoke to him when he deemed it necessary, preferring to spend the majority of his time in the college’s expansive library, rather than in their room with him. It was disheartening and exacerbating, but so far, he had managed to suppress the urge to pester his friend for an explanation. Tom was a deep thinker, and if he needed time to process his feelings, then Booker was willing to give him some space… at least for the moment.
Michael McCarter placed a companionable hand on Todd’s shoulder and smiled his predatory smile. “Thank you, Todd. Now, for the main event.”
Leaving Todd’s side, he walked leisurely past the line of pledges, eyeing each young man with his cold blue eyes. “As you can see, Hawkins is holding a camcorder. We video every final initiation and the tape is then handed over to our Keymaster, a trusted Pi Tau alumnus.”
With a nervous ahem, Horshack raised a hand and asked the obvious question. “Why?”
Turning around, McCarter slowly moved back down the line until he was standing in front of Harold. “The reason, Horseshit, is because we use the tape as a type of insurance. Our rituals are secret; they date back to the eighteen-eighties and what happens in this basement, stays in this basement. Hawkins will video everything that takes place, proving that each and every one of you participated. If, for any reason, one of you decides to make a complaint, the Keymaster has the evidence that would implicate the informant and all the other pledges.”
When Horshack stared back blankly, he gave a hollow laugh. “Let’s just say, you won’t want this video made public.”
Tom glanced furtively at Booker, his eyebrow raised in a this is it look. They had waited nearly a week and endured countless degradations, but it would all be worth it if they could finally bust the fraternity engaging in illicit activities. Booker’s lips twitched in acknowledgment. He too was keen to arrest the smug Pledge Master, he’d had enough of all the bullshit, and he hoped their evidence would be sufficient enough to shut the Pi Tau fraternity down permanently.
Unaware that two undercover officers were standing just feet away from him, McCarter grinned, his perfect white teeth reminding Tom of a hungry shark. “Strip down to tee shirts and shorts, gentlemen.”
Loud groans echoed throughout the room, but when Jason Hawkins switched on the hand-held camcorder and started recording, the men grew silent. As they slowly began to undress, their faces became anxious, the uncertainty of what lay ahead adding to their apprehension. They were blindly walking into the unknown and with the whole of the Pi Tau fraternity watching on, there was no turning back… not now, not ever. They had come too far to walk away, and now, as they stood in tee shirts and shorts, they knew they would do whatever McCarter asked of them because they coveted what was unattainable to so many; they wanted the elitism of being a Pi Tau.
Casting a satisfied eye over the partially dressed pledges, McCarter strolled slowly past each student before stopping in front of Tom. “How are your ribs, Harris?” he asked in a soft, concerned voice.
More than a little surprised that McCarter cared enough to ask, Tom found himself smiling back. “They’re okay.”
A glint of perverse pleasure flashed momentarily in McCarter’s eyes, but he quickly replaced the expression with a deadpan look. The last five days had led to this precise moment, and he could not have asked for a more perfect specimen than Tom. Not only was he beautiful, he had also been a thorn in his side since the first day, and he longed to exact revenge. No one disparaged a Pledge Master, especially not some pretty-boy junior like Harris and his oh-so-tough sidekick Brody. But the tables would soon be turned, and he could not wait to take both men down a peg or two. Once the ritual was over, they would understand that they were nothing but worthless scum beneath his feet.
Not wanting to waste any more precious time, McCarter’s attitude became business-like. “Excellent. Now, it’s time for the games to begin. Please hold out your hands, Harris.”
Although not keen to submit, Tom played along, and he held his hands out in front of him, his palms facing dutifully upward.
A Pi Tau brother stepped forward and took hold of Tom’s fingers, holding them firmly in his grasp and before the young officer could react, McCarter snapped a set of handcuffs over his wrists.
“Hey!” Tom exclaimed, and pulling his hands free from the Pi Tau brother’s hold, he struggled against the restraints. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Relax,” McCarter cooed, his piercing blue eyes dancing with excitement. “You're very lucky, Tommy, you're the chosen one.”
Tom's blood ran cold, chilling his bones and sending a shiver of foreboding down his spine. He glanced at Booker, his expression anxious and he received a concerned look in return. But they both knew if they were to do their jobs effectively, they needed to remain calm and let the scenario play out. If they acted too hastily, they ran the risk of blowing their case, and they had come too far to walk away empty-handed.
Unable to disguise his mounting panic, Tom chewed nervously on his lower lip. He had a feeling the hazing ritual was about to escalate into something neither he nor Booker had bargained for, and he was beginning to fear for his safety.
Glancing anxiously around the room at the Pi Tau brothers’ stony expressions, his lips stretched into a tense smile, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to disguise the tremble in his voice. “Chosen for what?”
McCarter’s mask dropped and any pretense of concern he had shown vanished into the ether. His top lip twitched into a derisive sneer, and grabbing hold of the chain linking the two cuffs, he pulled Tom forcefully forward, so their faces were just inches apart. His warm breath tickled Tom’s cheek and the young officer instinctively jerked away in disgust. But there was no escaping the maniacal glare that radiated from his ice-blue eyes when he explained his intentions to the trembling undercover cop. “It’s really very simple, Tommy. You’re the toy, and the rest of us get to play with you.”
Having heard enough, Booker stepped forward with a growl. “That’s it, McCarter, you’ve had your fun. Let him go or—”
Out of nowhere, a gun appeared, held in the steady hands of Todd Stevenson. The Pi Tau pointed it at the back of Tom’s head, a smug smirk playing over his lips. “Or what?” he asked calmly.
A collective gasp sounded throughout the basement, and each of the pledges took a step backward. Unable to see the gun, Tom struggled to release himself from McCarter’s hold, but immediately, two Pi Tau’s stepped forward and wrenching his arms above his head, they lifted him with ease and hooked the links of his handcuffs over a large metal hook that hung from the ceiling. Now that he was hanging suspended, with his toes barely touching the cement floor, full-blown panic set in and he started to fight against his restraints. “Dennis, help me!” he cried out, the timbre of his voice reflecting his fear.
Stevenson waggled the gun playfully behind Tom’s head, his eyes flashing with amusement. “Yeah, Dennis. What’s wrong with you? Why won’t you help him?”
Booker ran a shaky hand across his mouth as he tried to assess the situation. He had no doubt McCarter and Stevenson were crazy, and any wrong move could end in catastrophe. But he needed to do something before the situation got completely out of hand and he hedged his bet on Stevenson, who seemed slightly less nuts than McCarter.
Stepping forward, he plastered a fake smile on his face. “Hey,” he murmured softly, his eyes engaging Stevenson’s wild gaze. “Let’s not do anything stupid.”
Dozens of eyes focused on the four men, and when Stevenson spoke, their attention remained riveted. “That’s some good advice, Brody. Now, unless you want things to get bloody, you’re gonna do exactly what your Pledge Master tells you to do. Understood?”
Tom’s eyes frantically flitted around the room, searching for an ally before settling back on Booker. “Dennis?” he squeaked, his mind unable to believe that the dark-haired officer was still procrastinating instead of taking action and bringing a swift halt to the hazing. “Tell ‘em, Dennis! Tell ‘em who we are!”
Booker’s face reddened, but his gaze remained firmly on the gun pointed at the back of Tom’s head. He felt completely powerless in the face of Tom’s adversity, but he knew he had no choice. If he attacked either McCarter or Stevenson, he ran the risk of the gun discharging in the scuffle. Also, he had no idea if any of the other Pi Tau’s had armed themselves, and therefore, he decided not to take the chance and reveal who they were. If he miscalculated and the fraternity members became spooked, it could turn into a bloodbath.
Swallowing deeply, he turned his gaze to Hanson. “I’m sorry, Tommy,” he whispered.
Fear widened Tom’s eyes. “Dennis,” he pleaded softly. “Please—”
“Enough talking!” McCarter interjected, his voice ringing with excitement. “Let’s get this show on the road.” He walked over to Booker and laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’re up first, tough guy.”
Resisting the urge to punch McCarter in the face, Booker curled his hands into tight, angry fists. “And what exactly do you want me to do?” he asked in a terse voice.
McCarter’s grin widened. “I really think you’re gonna enjoy this, Brody,” he chuckled. “What I want you to do is drop to your knees, pull down Harris’ shorts and suck his dick.”
For a moment, Booker thought he had misheard, but when he saw the terror in Tom’s eyes, he knew he was not mistaken. “W-What?” he stammered, his bewilderment apparent by the startled look on his face.
Trailing his tongue salaciously over his lips, McCarter’s eyes shone brightly. “You heard me. Drop to your knees, pull down his shorts and suck... his... dick.”
With no idea how to get out of the situation they were in, Booker decided to try and delay the inevitable for as long as possible. “And what if I refuse?” he asked in a steady voice that belied his mounting fear.
Bored with Booker’s stalling tactics, Stevenson waved the barrel of his gun behind Tom’s head, making sure to keep the threatening movement out of the young officer’s line of vision. “You have thirty seconds, Brody, and if I don’t see those pretty lips wrapped around Harris’ cock, he’ll be dead in the blink of an eye. And don’t think I won’t do it. It’s happened before, and the Pi Taus are experts at covering things like this up. So get moving, you’ve now got fifteen seconds… fourteen… thirteen… twelve…”
With one final remorseful glance at Tom, Dennis dropped to his knees and in one swift motion, he pulled down his friend’s boxers. Frightened by what was taking place, Tom immediately began to struggle, but with the final countdown ringing in his ears, Booker grasped hold of the young officer’s thighs and taking a deep breath, he took him into his mouth.
Tom’s body bucked forcefully, and his eyes bulged from his sockets as raw panic gripped his heart. “DENNIS, DON’T!” he screamed.
Excited jeering sounded from the back of the room, and several Pi Taus stepped forward, all jostling for a better vantage point. The five remaining pledges stood open-mouthed, their eyes huge in their pale faces. Moments later, Horshack fell to his knees and vomited, his slender body retching violently.
Unaware of the gun pointed at his head, Tom continued to plead, the timbre of his voice rising to a panicked shriek. “Stop, Dennis! Oh, God! Please stop! Don’t! Don’t! DON’T!”
Screwing his eyes closed, Booker tightened his grasp, his fingertips digging into the tight, twitching muscles of Tom’s thighs. His lips moved expertly over Tom’s cock, teasing it to life. He had fantasized about this moment for months, but this was not how he had envisioned it playing out. It had always been his hope that he could woo Tom, that in time, he could convince him that gay love was something to be enjoyed. But now, here he was, forcefully taking what was not his to take. He felt sick to his stomach, but he did not stop. He could not stop because if he did, it might cost Tom his life.
As Booker’s hot mouth worked its magic, a tight, panicked feeling closed in on Tom's chest, pressing down on his lungs, the weight crushing his heart. Aware that a Pi Tau was filming the whole degrading act, he willed his body not to react to the titillating feel of Booker's lips engulfing his engorged head. As he felt his cock hardening, he silently begged whichever God was listening to spare him the degradation of ejaculating into Booker’s mouth. But when he was fully erect, he knew he had lost the battle. His mind was powerless to stop what his body desperately craved, and his hips began to jerk forward, the motion forcing his cock deeper into Booker’s mouth.
Surprised by Tom’s fervent movements, Booker forgot that the younger officer was not a willing participant, and he doubled his efforts. He sucked up and down Tom’s shaft, taking the time to swirl his tongue over the sensitive tip before repeating the motion with varying intensity. When a burst of pre-cum coated his tongue, he groaned in delight; he was finally living his dream.
“Oh, God,” Tom moaned, his desperate utterance a disturbing mixture of pleasure and despair. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh… AAAGH!”
Warm semen flooded Booker’s mouth, the saliferous essence awakening his desires, and he lapped hungrily at Tom’s softening cock. His own cock noticeably bulged inside his jeans, desperate for attention, and he longed to release it from its confines and stroke his erection to orgasm. But when Tom suddenly jerked backward, his fantasy bubble burst, and the reality of the situation hit him like a bolt of lightning.
He had just violated the man he loved.
Slow applause resonated around the room and scrambling to his feet, Booker wiped a trembling hand over his mouth and gazed at his friend. Tom’s head hung forward, his eyes staring listlessly at the floor. It was a gut-wrenching sight and a sharp pain stabbed at Booker’s heart. A desperate need to offer comfort overwhelmed him, and he took a step toward his friend, but McCarter’s cruel laugh stopped him in his tracks.
“Well, look at that, Brody got a hard-on,” McCarter cackled. “I guess I was right all along, you really did enjoy it.”
Spinning around, Booker unleashed his fury. “You sonofabitch!” he spat, his eyes blazing heatedly. “You’re gonna pay for this.”
“Tsk, tsk,” McCarter chided softly. “You think you can scare me? I’m a Pi Tau, I own you and your sweet little boyfriend. And if you think this is over, you’re sorely mistaken. I’ve only just begun to have my fun.”
Staring around the room at the impassive faces of the Pi Tau fraternity, Booker shuddered as the full implication of their situation slowly registered. What had started out five days ago as a game had quickly escalated into sexual assault, and if that was just the beginning of the ritual, then in all likelihood, he and Tom were facing the greatest danger of their lives.
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