Nifty Authoritarian Support Group by Ross Anderson rossanderson@safe-mail.net
Our story begins in a community center basement, located somewhere vaguely in the Midwestern United States, set ambiguously either during the present or during the author's no doubt sexually repressed adolescence.
A group of men sat in chairs arranged in a circle. One of them spoke.
"We have a new member this week," the support group leader said. "Would you like to introduce yourself?"
"Hi, I'm Frat Boy," said Frat Boy.
"Hi, Frat Boy!," the group said at once.
"Is that your real name?," the group leader asked.
"Nah, but I'm thinly characterized, so it will do fine," said Frat Boy.
"Got it. Well, Frat Boy, I assume you know what we are all about. We've all suffered humiliating encounters at the hands of other men. It helps to talk about it," said the support group leader. "It also helps to write about your experience in a text file and upload it to the Internet for people to read about for years to come."
"Yeah, I did that," said Closeted Jock. "It helped."
"Closeted Jock, maybe you could start the session by telling your story," said the group leader.
"There is not much to tell," Closeted Jock said. "Only 18 chapters or so. Basically, it all started when the coach found evidence that I was gay. Some drawings and stories and stuff that I had in my locker."
The others shook their heads in knowing understanding.
"Yeah," Closeted Jock continued. "He threatened to blackmail me with it, unless I did everything he said. So, I had no choice. I had to become his sex slave."
"It was all you could do," said Basketball Captain.
"He stripped me naked, tied me up, hung my nude helpless body from the basketball hoops, and shoved a vibrating dildo up my ass," Closeted Jock said.
"Hold on," Frat Boy interrupted. "Can I ask a question, here?"
"Sure," Closeted Jock said.
"You were worried that he was going to tell people you were gay, right?," Frat Boy asked.
"Yeah, I could never recover from that," Closeted Jock said. "Never."
"So, did you think that if someone came across you naked, hanging from a basketball hoop, with a vibrating object shoved up your rectum, that might raise questions about your sexuality?"
"It wasn't like that," Closeted Jock said. "Look, I mean, later, he tied me up in a truck stop men's room, invited the truckers to plunge my ass, and secretly videotaped the whole thing."
"What?!," Frat Boy asked. "And you believed that this was preferable to him telling other people you were gay?"
"Well, yeah," Closeted Jock said. "Of course. I mean, that would have been really embarrassing."
"Might there have been a chance that one of those truckers could have maybe told others about you?," Frat Boy asked.
"Nah," Closeted Jock said, "I wasn't that good of a lay."
"Blackmail is really the worst," piped up Beta Male. "Only, in my case, I'm not gay. My friends got photos of me naked."
Around the room, there were murmurs of severe sympathy.
"God, that's awful," said Horny Hiker. "You mean your friends both saw you with your clothes off, and also got a photo of it?"
"Yes," continued Beta Male. "So, with that held over me, there was no way I could stop them from enslaving me."
Closeted Jock whistled. "Wow, that is bad."
"The first thing they did was strip me, tie my hands behind my balk, attach a collar to my neck, and force me to walk two blocks to one of their homes. There, they tied me to--"
"Excuse me a second," Frat Boy said. "You agreed to this because..."
"Like I said," Beta Male said, "they had a photo of me, naked. You could see my pecs, my cute brown nipples, my six pack abs, my biceps, my abnormally large penis, everything."
"Got it," Frat Boy said. "So you let them walk you naked, in public, giving up total control of who could see your naked body?"
"It was either that, or they publish that photo showing my unrealistically idealized hot male body," said Beta Male. "That would have been humiliating."
"It sounds like you have a body that models, actors, and strippers can make a career off of," Frat Boy said. "This is a source of shame for you?"
"Profoundly," said Beta Male. "Anyway, when I got to their home, they tied me spread-eagle between two trees in their backyard, and invited more of our friends over. They gawked at my nude body. Then I was blindfolded, and unknown persons felt up every part of my body."
"How awful," said the group leader. "Were you gagged?"
"No," said Beta Male. "In fact, I begged them to let me go. They said they would, if I agreed to be their fuck slave."
"Sounds like a reasonable offer," Closeted Jock said.
"Right, so I agreed. But I learned some things about negotiation. I forgot to negotiate them untying me first. I probably should have made clear that only they, and not guys from the neighborhood bar, could fuck me. Also, I forgot to get them promise not to videotape me during the sex," Beta Male said.
"Videotape is the fucking worst," Basketball Captain said. "My teammates got a videotape of me jogging naked. That was the beginning of my downfall."
"Why were you out jogging naked?," Beta Male asked.
"Well, I lost a bet," Basketball Captain said. "I had to do it. It's the law."
"Oh, bets are the worst," said Suburban Nineteen-Year-Old. "I bet my buddies the Patriots would win the Super Bowl. When they didn't, they revealed to me that my penalty was a month of sex slavery. It was either do that, or be known as someone who cheats on bets, so what could I do?"
"Exactly," Basketball Captain said. "In my case, for my penalty they made me strip naked and jog around the school. What you said earlier, Beta Male, that was just the right way to put it. Having an Adonis body, so fantastic that Playgirl would not need to airbrush it, is just so terrifyingly humiliating that I had, until that day, kept it a constant secret; no man since the doctor who delivered me as a baby had ever seen me naked."
"You know what I hate about getting naked?," Horny Hiker piped in. "You can never get your clothes back later. They always get stolen by bullies, or fall into a rapidly moving stream, or inadvertently locked in a malfunctioning gym locker. It fucking sucks. You're at the mercy of whoever comes across you, and you have to become their sex slave. It has happened to me at least four times."
"Hell, that happens to me when I remove any amount of clothing," said Beta Male. "I took my shirt off to mow the lawn once. Long story short, I ended up stripped to my underwear, tied to a tree, with grass shoved up my ass. Generally, the only way to get clothes back is to become a sex slave."
Everyone nodded and voiced agreement.
"Yeah," said Basketball Captain, "I never did get my clothes back. They took me to my own house; my parents were away. I spent the next seven days naked, forced by my vengeful teammates to expose myself to all matter of sworn enemies, horny neighbor kids, and gay bar patrons, never wearing more than a banana up my ass. Which I later ate, of course."
"I wonder," said Frat Boy, "if you might have had a way out of that situation. Like, telling your friends to go home, and then putting clothes on."
"You don't understand," Basketball Captain said. "They had me naked. And they took photos like that."
"OK, but, imagine this," Frat Boy said. "At the point when you are about to be required to eat food that was, moments earlier, lodged up your ass, you pause and assess whether doing that disgusting thing would leave you in a worse position than if they went public with whatever they had."
"But, the photos they had," Basketball Captain said. "I was--"
"Naked, I know," said Frat Boy. "But, look. Let me guess. Did they videotape you removing the banana from your ass and eating it?"
"Of course," said Basketball Captain. "They ended up shooting 168 continuous hours of footage of my naked body. It required three camera crews, and a lighting guy."
Around the room, there was immediate sympathy.
"At least you were indoors, though, dude," said Paintball Loser. "The last time I played paintball, I got captured early in the game. They stripped me almost naked, but let me keep my briefs. Then they tied my hands behind my back and marched me to their prison."
"Oh, it's so nice of them when they let you keep your briefs," Closeted Jock said. "I mean, it's still humiliating to show any quantity of skin at all. But, at least with briefs, you keep some dignity."
"Yeah, but, you know what?" Paintball Loser said. "It was a trick. Only about five minutes after they had me stripped to my underwear and securely tied up, they decided to pull my briefs off of me and then taunt my helplessness and nudity."
"Sounds very familiar," Horny Hiker said.
"You have no idea how humiliating it was to have my tight ass, perfect abs, and 3% body fat physique on display to the whole woods like that," Paintball Loser said. "Anyway, when I arrived at the prison camp, I saw that I was not the first prisoner. They had ten of us. However, I and two other guys were the only other naked ones. Five guys had their briefs, and the other two were merely shirtless."
"Huh," said Closeted Jock. "At least it made the pecking order easy to figure out. Whoever is wearing more clothes gets to give the orders, right?"
"Exactly," said Paintball Loser. "The second I got there, a guy in a jock strap informed me I had to perform cunnilingus on him. I figured that since my penis was exposed, but his was hidden, that I had to do what he said."
"To back up a bit," Frat Boy asked, "did they force you to take off your clothes?"
"Well, yeah," Paintball Loser said. "They had their paintball guns pointed at me."
"So, you could have been shot, and just left the game, instead of getting humiliated like that, right?," Frat Boy asked.
"I suppose," said Paintball Loser, "but then my clothes would have gotten paint on them. Also, I would have looked like a total loser."
"Continue your story," prompted the group leader.
"Well, to cut a nine-chapter story down a bit, I was spread-eagled between trees, repeatedly fucked, used as a slave pawn in an effort to infiltrate the enemy camp, briefly made a master over a former captor in an Act III turnaround scene, and, finally, dropped off naked, gagged, and hogtied in front of my apartment building, with a leather strap wrapped around my dick and balls to keep my erection up," Paintball Loser said.
"That's really disturbing," Frat Boy said. "At least your clothes remained clean."
"Oi, that happened to me, too," British Kid said. "Me mates and me were playing rugby, and some older lads came and told us to take off our kits, so we did, and--"
"Uh, excuse me, British Kid," Frat Boy. "I am not sure I understand your motivation, there. Older boys told you to strip, so you did? Why didn't you tell them to go to hell?"
"Oi, they were older," British Kid said. "They were my superiors. I'm British. You Yanks wouldn't understand."
"Oh, I understand," said Corporate Lackey. "Frat Boy, you have no idea how easy it is to fall into a situation like that. Take me, for example. I finally got my dream job at a large, poorly described corporation where men wear suits. On my first day there, I was ordered to the boss' office, and he made me strip naked, right there in front of him and the all-male board of directors. They threw my clothes into the shredder. I spent the next two quarters trading sex for food and stock options. Finally, they fired me, gave me a jock strap to wear, and left me at a bus stop with a quarter shy of full fare."
"I am guessing," Frat Boy said, "that you were not working at a law firm, because--"
"Yeah, or like what happened to me," said Obliviously Arrogant Jock. "My car broke down on a remote logging road, and the only people around to give me a ride were some kids from school. They agreed to give me a ride, but only on the condition that I become--"
"--their sex slave?--," Frat Boy asked.
"--indebted to each of them in turn," continued Obliviously Arrogant Jock. "One by one, they got to ask me to do humiliating things. I seemed to lose more and more clothing after each one, until I found myself totally naked, tied up, repeatedly fucked by all of them, photographed, forced to dance naked at a conveniently nearby gay logger bar, and made to pump gas in the nude, where I was then prostituted to a gas station attendant for gas money."
"Frat Boy, maybe it's time you tell your story," the group leader said.
"Unlike the rest of you, I wasn't a fucking idiot," Frat Boy said. "No lost bets, no nude photos, no blackmail, no misplaced clothes, no gas money prostitution. I'm just a dude who got into college and decided to join the best, most powerful, most important fraternity in the world."
"Oh, Beta Rho Gamma?," asked Corporate Lackey.
"Yeah," said Frat Boy.
"I think my boss went there," said Corporate Lackey.
"Cool," continued Frat Boy, somewhat annoyed. "Anyway, for the initiation, they lined up all the pledges and had us strip naked, right there in the middle of campus, at 2 AM. They had us form teams and play football in the nude. My team lost. The winners got their pants back, but we had to walk back to the frat house stark naked. It was late at night, but we still got a lot of stares and mockery."
"Did they take photos?," Beta Male asked.
"No. Well, I don't know. It doesn't matter. Let me finish," Frat Boy said. "Back at the frat house, they left us naked, except for putting leather slave collars on us. We were made to give blowjobs to the winners. It was disgusting. But they didn't make us keep going until the guys came; we stopped once they were erect. But then the worst part came."
"They videotaped you?," Basketball Captain asked.
"No," Frat Boy said. "They announced to us that those of us who were losers were going to spend the entire class year like that, forced to be naked except for a slave collar. Sure, we could quit whenever we wanted, but if we did we'd lose our chance to be in the frat and regret it the rest of our lives."
"So you became their sex slave," Paintball Loser said, sympathetically.
"Let me finish," Frat Boy said. "The thing was, they said that with so many slaves, they needed an overseer. They said that whoever could bear the most humiliation that evening would get the job. So, I volunteered."
"Overseer? Meaning what, exactly?," Corporate Lackey asked.
"Meaning, you're a slave, but you are in charge of the others," Frat Boy said. "They have to do what you say."
"So how did you get the job?," Obliviously Arrogant Jock asked.
"Keep your pants on," Frat Boy said. "I stood up in front of the line of erect, shirtless frat boys, turned my ass to them, and said I could take them all that evening. But then this other slave pledge, named Cocky Rival, or Cocky for short, stood up and said he'd do the same, plus he'd simultaneously give blowjobs to any of the brothers who requested it. I couldn't let him top me, so I said that I would do that too, but I would do it while wearing a cock leash tied to the floor. Then Cocky loser says that he'll wear the cock leash, but he'll let me hold it and yank it at will."
"Christ," said Horny Hiker. "You frat boys are very creative."
"The fraternity president, Unrestrained Sadist, said that we would settle the dispute by having me and Cocky, side by side, doing what we promised," said Frat Boy. "So, we both had cock leashes attached, and I got to hold his. I gave it a few yanks, and was delighted to see him squirm. But soon, we were both down on all fours, simultaneously getting fucked and giving blowjobs to an assembly line of brothers and pledges."
"All of them?," Obliviously Arrogant Jock asked.
"Yeah," Frat Boy said.
"How is that even medically possible?," asked Obliviously Arrogant Jock. "Does your frat house pipe Viagra into the water supply? Is your anus the size of a tennis ball tube?"
"Anyway," Frat Boy said, ignoring him, "I was hoping that Cocky Rival couldn't last as long as I could, but he did. We both got through it. And now I felt like he was slightly ahead, because he had additionally humiliated himself by letting me hold his cock leash. So I was expecting to lose, but then Unrestrained Sadist announced that it was a tie, and we'd need to go to a tiebreaker. He told us that our job was now to outdo each other in humiliating our fellow naked slave frat pledges. He also said I had to go first."
"I'll bet you started out by--," began Beta Male.
"No, Beta Male, I didn't bother photographing them," Frat Boy said. "Unrestrained Sadist asked the pledges if they were all OK with this. One of them, I think he was named Token Non-Consenting Guy, said no, and they gave him a towel and sent him back to his dorms. The rest remained. I selected the smallest and meekest pledge, named Water Polo Tryout, and had him sit on the floor in front of a chair with arms. I bent his legs backwards behind his neck and tied his ankles to the chair arms. This left him both uncomfortable and neatly exposed, with his asshole totally exposed and vulnerable. I took two condoms, double-bagged my dick, and then smeared hot sauce and Ben Gay over it for lube. I then began to fuck Water Polo Tryout, hard. Because he was in that position, I could stare at him in the face while I did it, and spit at him. I saw the agony and humiliation in his face, and then pulled my head back so that the brothers could see it, too."
"I've had that happen to me," Horny Hiker said. "Humiliates you like you wouldn't believe."
"I pulled out of him suddenly, and whispered a command in his ear. He nodded. I untied him. He then went over to another pledge, and stuck his tongue into his ass. I lined up all the pledges, had them bent over, and stick their tongues in each others asses, like a cunnilingus elephant parade. Then I started fucking Water Polo Tryout again."
"Gross," Basketball Captain said.
"Shut up, banana boy," Frat Boy said. "But just as I was getting going, I felt someone grab my wrists and pull my arms behind my back. I'm pretty strong, as you can tell, but I was surprised. It was Cocky Rival, of course. He shouted that it was his turn, now. He tied my hands back there so I couldn't do anything."
"Tied them above your butt, or at the shoulder blades?," Paintball Loser asked.
"Shoulder blades. He dropped me to the floor, spread my cheeks, and started fucking me. Not the first time I had been fucked that evening, of course, but still, not great," said Frat Boy. "Then Cocky Rival pulled out, and took his dick, still stinking from my own asshole, stuck it in my face, and ordered me to suck it. I grimaced, and did it."
"Wait a minute," said Basketball Captain. "You had to obey him?"
"Well, I thought that was part of the game," Frat Boy said. "But, as soon as I put his dick in my mouth, Unrestrained Sadist stood up, and announced, 'We have a winner.' He touched Cocky Rival on the shoulder, and people applauded for him," said Frat Boy. "Unrestrained Sadist then stood over me, straddling my naked, bound, helpless body, still lying on the floor. 'You did a good job humiliating those pledges,' he said, 'but then you acted like you were Cocky Rival's slave. That was fucking idiotic.'"
Sympathetic looks and murmurs spread through the room.
"That is harsh, dude," said Obliviously Arrogant Jock. "So what happened?"
Frat Boy gulped. "Cocky Rival became overseer. They let him wear a pair of briefs, but the rest of us had to remain naked and collared. We had to obey him the rest of the class year. But, there was something else. Because I had willingly prostrated myself before him, they made me a sub-slave."
"A sub-slave?," British Kid asked.
"A slave to the other slaves," Horny Hiker answered, knowingly.
"It worked like this," Frat Boy said. "The brothers could fuck the slaves. The slaves... fucked me. Often. I was... the lowest of low. They kept me in a cage hanging from the ceiling. Unlocked, so I could leave if I wanted to, but of course I never did. Guess who took the most pleasure in fucking me hard, painfully, humiliatingly?"
"Water Polo Boy?," Basketball Captain asked.
"Exactly," Frat Boy said, hanging his head.
"Thanks for sharing that story, Frat Boy," the group leader said. "I think we've accomplished a lot this session. If everyone could, before leaving, please--"
Just then, the door opened. In walked a short, physically unattractive man, carrying a duffel bag.
"Everyone take off your shirts," he said, matter-of-factly.
That was enough for Beta Male, British Kid, and Voiceless Submissive Guy. Sheepishly, they pulled their shirts over their heads, revealing toned physiques the likes of which no fitness magazine cover or underwear catalog has ever seen, even after airbrushing.
"Go to hell," Frat Boy said.
The man ignored Frat Boy.
"Closeted Jock, you're in a room with shirtless men," he said. "You want me to tell your friends that?"
Sheepishly, Closeted Jock also stripped to the waist.
The man pointed his finger as though it were a gun at Paintball Loser.
"Don't make me ask you twice, Paintball Loser."
He took off his shirt, too.
"Attention, everyone," the man said. "I read all your stories. I know exactly what leverage every neighborhood bully, boss, schoolmate, fellow athlete, mysterious hiker, tantalizingly gorgeous jock, and fraternity pledge master has over all of you. Obey me. Take off your fucking shirts, or I'll share the videos and photos, get you fired, expose you as gay, get you kicked out of school, accuse you of reneging on a bet, or," he said, turning to Frat Boy, "get you kicked out of your fraternity."
The shirts came off, all of them. Astoundingly, everyone had a perfect body, and everyone seemed horribly ashamed.
"Not good enough," the man said. "Your pants and shoes, too. I want you all in your underwear, now."
Some of the guys started stripping, but Obliviously Arrogant Jock asked, "Why?"
"If you don't do what I say, you'll never get your shirts back," the man said. "Plus, I am being nice about this. At least with your underwear on, you'll still have some dignity."
"Well, getting to keep our briefs is a big win," Closeted Jock observed.
Unable to argue with the man's logic, the support group members stripped down to their underwear. They wore a humiliating type of underwear: white, tightly fitting briefs, that to their horror failed to conceal budding erections. Voiceless Submissive Guy was particularly unlucky. He was now wearing only a jock strap, leaving his butt completely exposed.
The man took a bag of cable ties out of his duffel bag, and stood by the door.
"One by one, file out of here, and walk down that hallway," he said. "As you pass me, have your hands behind your backs."
"At the butt, or shoulder blades?," Paintball Loser asked.
"Shoulder blades, of course," the man said, "so that you are fuckable."
"What if we say no?," Frat Boy asked. His hands were already covering the small of his back, concealing a "FUCK SLAVE" tattoo.
"Then you walk home in just your underwear," the man said. "Now get going."
One by one, they walked up to the man, obediently let their hands get bound behind their backs at the shoulder blades, and, sheepishly, stepped outside the room into an empty basement hallway.
"Don't you all look sweet," the man said, finally stepping into the hallway, himself. "Follow me."
He led them down the hallway, and up a flight of stairs. To their utter humiliation, they weren't alone. Passersby snickered and teased the helpless bound men. But one passerbyâ€"Officer Corrupt Top--was a real problem.
"You there," he said to Voiceless Submissive Guy. "Your butt is showing. That's indecent exposure. You're coming with me."
Voiceless Guy, clad only in a jock strap, was speechless in response. He started to open his mouth, but was interrupted.
"Shut up," Officer Corrupt Top said. "This is evidence. I'm confiscating it," he said, and pulled Voiceless Submissive Guy's jock strap to the floor. The others pretended not to look at his dick.
"You're coming with me to jail, where your nude helpless body will serve as entertainment for all manner of inmates and officers," Officer Corrupt Top said as he led the naked Voiceless Submissive Guy away.
"That happened to me, once," Beta Male shouted after Voiceless Submissive Guy. "Just do everything they say, and never ask for a lawyer or to appear before a judge."
Their captor led the remaining underwear slaves down the hall to a door.
"As you walk in," the man said, "Pause to let me pull your briefs to the floor, then be careful not to trip on them as you enter the room."
"Hold on," the group leader said, "you promised us--"
"Refuse, and I'll leave you like this, tied up and stripped to your underwear, locked out of every room, exposed to the ruthless mockery and abuse of every passerby," the man said.
Basketball Captain went first. The others saw that he had a perfectly toned, muscular ass, and a dick so large that it could partially be seen even with his back turned to them. This surprised them, though, given the setting, it shouldn't have.
One by one, they followed. The man casually tossed their underwear aside, like candy bar wrappers.
It was an auto shop, but the work tables had been pushed to the side so that it could be used as another support group meeting room. There was another circle of empty chairs. The helpless naked men walked to the chairs.
"Not so fast," the man said. "The chairs aren't for you. Stand over there by the wall, under those O-rings coming from the ceiling."
They obeyed. The man took collars and leashes out of his duffel bag.
One by one, he collared them, and tied the leash to an o-ring in the ceiling. He pulled it taught, so that they had little freedom to move, but weren't choking.
The man paused to admire the line of helpless, bound, submissive, naked men arrayed before him. The support group members had all been in this situation before, more or less. They knew what was coming: some taunting molestation, followed by the use of their bodies as a plaything, and then, possibly, an extended period of slavery enforced with blackmail.
But, to their surprise, the man packed up and started to exit the room.
"Hey, who are you?" Frat Boy asked. "Where are you going? You can't just leave us like this!"
"I run another support group," the man said. "And you will all be fine. In ten minutes, my group members will arrive in this room."
"What group?," Frat Boy asked.
"Recovering Sadists and Slave Auction Patrons," the man answered.
THE END
** Author's note: I'll read comments you send to rossanderson@safe-mail.net. You might recognize several of the excellent stories I have referenced here, which should all be on Nifty:
Closeted Jock's story is based on "Jock Sex Slave," November 1998
Basketball Captain's story is based on "Downfall of Naked Nate Ramsey," December 2009 (and continuing?)
Horny Hiker is based on a lot of stories, but mostly "Outdoor Excursion," October 1994
Paintball Loser's story is based on "Paintball," July 1999
Obliviously Arrogant Jock's story is based on "Teen Jock's Humiliation," April 2000.
Frat Boy is based on every initiation story ever, but vaguely inspired by "Fraternity War," April 2004.
If you like the way the stories sounded here, trust me, the originals are better. (But stop reading Outdoor Excursion at the point when the narrator gets his clothes back).