Behind the locked door of their frat house bedroom, Skeevo shucked off his shirt and began to kick off his shoes. "I am in desperately need of rubberization", he remarked.

"I hear ya, my friend", Xander replied. He had already taken off all of his clothes and was suiting up for some pick-me-up rubberplay. He had on a skintight rubber short suit and elbow-length industrial gloves. He was pulling on a pair of rubber hip boots with yellow toecaps. "So, you in a dom or sub kinda mood?"

Skeevo stepped into a pair of snug rubber bib and brace pants, pulling the shoulder straps tight. "Ah, I don't care."

"Sounds like 'sub' to me", Xander grinned.

Skeevo shrugged, and after stepping into his own hip waders, attached D-ringed rubber manacles to his wrists and secured a thick rubber collar around his neck. "Whatever floats your boat. I just want to forget about that fiasco going on downstairs."

Xander came up behind Skeevo and took hold of his wrists, fastening stout metal clasps to the rings on his wrist manacles. "Then we shall create our own little memory-altering rubber fiasco right here, my temporarily submissive friend."

Skeevo grinned slightly, feeling the pleasant rush that came from contact with his best friend and occasional playmate. "You are tonight's fiasco maestro, Dominator Xander", he joked.

Xander jumped in front of his buddy and placed a hand firmly against his chest. He nodded toward the bed, a gesture which Skeevo understood. Xander began a countdown. "1...2...3!" With that he pushed hard against Skeevo's chest, and pushing off just as hard with his legs, Skeevo launched himself backwards to bounce upon the soft bed.

Xander was atop him in an instant, securing his wrists via their manacles and clasps to the bedposts. "Forgotten about the room crowded with boring cookie cutter straight boys underneath us?", Xander asked as he leaned in close to his friend.

"I'm beginning to." Skeevo pursed his lips, thinking. "Though it's sometimes fun to think of straight boys underneath me, I must say the pack one flight down left a lot to be desired."

Xander kissed his friend lightly. Then commented, "Yeah, you can still hear their stereotypical college shenanigans pretty well even with the door closed." He hopped off the bed for a moment, dug through a drawer and then came back. He was brandishing a very snug, bare-bones rubber gasmask with only two goggle-eye openings and a perforated circular mouthpiece. "Monsieur Subby, may I offer you somezing wiff which to plug up your 'earing, pairheps?"

Skeevo craned his neck forward to make it easier for Xander to stretch the hood over his head. "Like I could stop you."

And as multiple, if indistinguishable, fraternity hopefuls guzzled beer and scarfed pretzels on the main floor, Xander and Skeevo enjoyed some refreshments of their own specialized variety.

It was late. Xander and Skeevo lay side-by-side in bed, relaxing and enjoying the afterglow of their diversionary rubberplay. Skeevo had been unhooked from the bedposts and he'd pushed his gasmask up off of his face to rest atop his head like a shower cap.

Xander listened as the noise from downstairs dwindled to a very low murmur, broken by engines starting and cars departing, punctuated here and there by voices drifting in from the driveway and the street. "Sounds like the party's breakin' up", he observed.

"Thank God", Skeevo said.

"Funny how these Rush Week things just don't have the thrill, the excitement they used to have when we first started going here" Xander pondered.

"Yeah", Skeevo agreed. "Never knowing who would get accepted, who wouldn't. Having your first meetings with like-minded guys you could party with--or just plain hang with."

"Other gay fratboys", Xander specified. "Other rubber gay fratboys." He laughed. "God, remember when Christian first called us into his little Fraternity President's office, and he's all, 'I think you boys have a confession to make. It's come to my attention you two may be homosexuals, and perverted homosexuals at that."

Skeevo shook his head, smiling. "Almost shit my pants."

"Wouldn't have mattered, we both had rubber briefs on", Xander remarked. And they both laughed at that.

Skeevo went on, staring up at the ceiling. "Little did we know he was a gay rubberist himself. That whole 'cleansing punishment' performance he put us through. Jesus..."

Xander grinned. "Strapping us down on those tables covered in the rubber sheeting, lecturing us on virtue, morality, and God knows what else. Only to go ahead and--now, who was all there? It was him, Dirk Whatshisname, Stephen and--and, the football guy, which one was he, again?"

Skeevo's voice took on a dreamy quality. "Peyton."

Xander let out a low whistle. "Peyton. Riiiiiight. God, he was a piece of ass."

The two lay there in silence for a while longer, then Skeevo said, "Y'know, that night was the first time I'd ever been completely painted with Liquid Latex."

Xander nodded. "Gave whole new meaning to the term rubberboy." Then he frowned. "But there are some places where the hair never grew back."

Skeevo put his hands behind his head, his eyes looking very far away. "Man. That is what the whole frat experience should be all about. Total honesty,--that was the first time I came out to anybody other than you--the pranks, the fun, the freedom to totally be yourself with friends who feel the same way you do--"

Xander propped himself up on one elbow. "Skeevo, why can't it be?"

"Whattaya mean?"

"Buddy, that's it! We start up this year's frat pledges with that very thing specifically in mind!" Xander sat up, excited. "Why don't we do our own specialized pledge drive where we search out specifically and ONLY those freshman who are gay rubberboys? We create our own little college-age gay rubber haven right here at Rho Upsilon Beta Rho!"

Skeevo stared at him, his expression inscrutable. "Funny, I don't remember using any drugs in tonight's play."

Xander jumped off the bed and began to pace. "Dude, I'm serious. Instead of the usual much ballyhooed rush week extravaganza, we do a private search where we seek out only those candidates we feel meet our special criteria."

"Never say 'ballyhooed' again."

Xander went on, caught up in his idea. "No gay, no rubber, no admittance! Think about it. We could do this! Straights can go straight to the exit!"

"Well, we're not hurting for catchy slogans, if nothing else", Skeevo deadpanned, still lying on the bed.

Xander ignored him. "C'mon, those rich secret society elitists do it all the time, profiling their prospects, offering all kinds of special unforeseen benefits, performing secret and unspeakable rituals of initiation--!"

"What kind of rituals?", Skeevo asked, sitting up, suddenly interested.

"What kind of--?", Xander threw his arms up in dismay. "Skeev, they're unspeakable. What, do you need a dictionary??" Skeevo made a sincere frowny-face. Made sense. Xander jumped back on the bed, sitting right next to his friend. "Skeevo, we know how this stuff is done. We've seen the movie "The Skulls" like ten times by now."

Skeevo's face split with a wide, dopey grin. "Yeaahhh, with that hunky Joshua Jackson and Paul Walker. Yum. I would have these dreams every time after watching that show...y'know where they lower them down in that confessional cage? Only in my version, they're forced to wear rubber gear, head-to-toe, and there's no partition between them, but they are chained together, and they have to have sex. Right there, with everyone watching them. And the first one to reach orgasm has to--"

Xander snapped his fingers furiously in front of Skeevo's face. "Focus, Skeevo! Work with me here!"

Skeevo looked solemnly at Xander. "Sorry. I was in another place."

Xander spoke with enthusiasm. "Skeevo, buddy, are you with me on this or what?" He held out his hand to his best friend, who clasped it tightly in his own, sealing their agreement.

"I'm in. If nothing else, this new endeavor will save us a fortune in the cost of beer."

Xander smiled. "Which will be replaced by the expense of talcum powder and lube."

Skeevo thought a moment. "What about the other guys? Shouldn't they be in on this? They're not all gay, you know."

Xander ticked off points on his fingers. "Curtis, Isaac, and Jacob have all graduated. They were just here for the party. Tim and Andy are transferring, and that pretty much leaves Rich, who is totally gay and totally into rubber and totally out of town for the term for his independent study." Xander reached over to Skeevo's collar and gave a playful tug on his dog tag. "Sooo...shall we proceed with our fiendish plan?" Skeevo nodded, grinning.

Skeevo got up, gathering paper and pencils to begin defining their requirements. "But we should stay in our rubber gear as we do this, really. To keep in the spirit of things, possibly to inspire us, to hone our thinking process."

"And thereby keeping us hard while hard at work", Xander added.

"Absolutely", Skeevo agreed, offering him a No. 2 soft lead. "Pencil?"

It was very early in the morning, and Xander and Skeevo were nearing completion of their list of requirements for incoming pledges. Skeev sat at their desk as Xander paced the floor, stretching. The duo were surrounded by a clutter of notes, a variety of steno pads, pens, pencils, rubbergear catalogs, selected issues of Freshmen, Unzipped, and [2] magazine, and a slowly escalating mountain of crumpled paper wads that had overgrown the waste basket's capacity some two hours before.

"I think we've got it down", Skeevo said, the fatigue apparent in his voice.

"Thank God." Xander arched his back, trying to work out the kinks. He did a couple waist-twists, his rubber gloved hands clenched together. "What's the final requirement list look lik--" He stopped. "Hey, hey! Skeevo, you took off your collar, man! You're ruining the whole atmosphere we've got going here, the whole mood!"

Skeevo rubbed his eyes with his palms. "If this thing actually works--"

"WHEN it works", Xander emphasized.

"Okay, when it works, you and I will be rubber masters, not slaveboys. We won't be collared. Besides, it was making my neck sweat."

"Well, I kept my gloves on!" Xander displayed his bulky elbow-length rubber gloves. "You realize how hard it is to take notes and jot down ideas with industrial weight gloves on? Make a little sacrifice for the cause, man!"

Skeevo picked up some of Xander's illegible scribblings. "So that's what these are. I thought you were experimenting with hieroglyphics as part of your Egyptian History homework." Skeevo held up a page for Xander's inspection. "I mean, tell me that's not a rubber Anubis screwing a gay Sphinx."

Xander yanked off his gloves and tossed them over his shoulder. "So, anyway. The requirements--?"

Skeevo picked up a pad. "Right. Well, they aren't the problem. That was easy enough to define. The challenge was in phrasing the questions so it wouldn't be blatantly obvious what we were after. We didn't want to tip off all the heteros--"

"--and thus frighten away all the homos who would see using the application as the equivalent of being outed."

Skeevo dropped the pad. "Which it looks like we've got covered."

Xander fell back onto the bed. "As for the revised frat rules--we included the forced coming out ceremony?"

"Got it."

"Dress code?"

"Got it."

"Required sexual intercour--"

"EnCOURaged", Skeevo said.

"Yeah, yeah, encouraged sexual intercourse regiment through rubberplay to alleviate stress?"

"Got it." Skeevo swiveled in his chair to face Xander. "All that seems kind of unnecessary, really. I mean, once we get the boys into the frat and confirm they're gay, we can dope 'em up and indoctrinate them any way we want. As slaves, as pets, as pretty much whatever suits our fancy--"

Xander sprang up in alarm. "No, no, no! That would ruin everything!!"

Skeevo furrowed his brow. "Um, okay. Then we just stick to hypnosis. Subliminal tapes, like that."

Xander slashed at the air with downturned palms. Nix. "Skeeeeeeeevo, buddy! We gotta have these boys lucid! Clear-headed! We want them to be totally aware of everything that's going on!"

Skeevo still frowned. "Because--?"

"We're creating a haven, man! Think what it was like for us--to be young, scared, in the closet about being gay or being a rubberist--"

"Or both."

"Or both! And to find a frat with guys like Christian and gorgeous Piece Of Ass Peyton who accepted us for who we were, let us have a place where we could be ourselves, dress as ourselves, act as ourselves. This will create a whole new pervasive atmosphere of camaraderie, openness, and brotherhood! Where young rubbergays can live and work together in harmony and affection!"

Skeevo pondered that. "But we will still force them to suit up however we tell them and subject them to hideously embarrassing trials, right?"

Xander blinked. "Well, duh. Of course. It is a frat, for Christ's sake."

Skeevo pursed his lips. "Okay, cool. I'm down with that." He grabbed up the cluster of notes and scribbled pages. "Lemme get this typed up and printed out, then."

Skeevo proudly displayed the finished Rho Upsilon Beta Rho Pledge Application Questionnaire to Xander. "Voila."

Xander beamed. "It's done? It's finished? This is it, we're ready to start circulating these things?"

Skeevo glanced at his handiwork. "Formatting looks good. Doesn't look cheesy, and the questions are sufficiently obscured that the really straight kids won't pick up on what we're looking for." He snapped the first page with one finger. "Yup. I'd say we're all set to go. Had to do a little trimming here and there for content, but other than that--"

"What, you altered my questionnaire??" Xander snatched away the sheaf of papers, flipping through them frantically.

"I just cut some of the stuff I didn't feel was all that relevant", Skeevo stated flatly.

"Such as--?"

"Well, the whole section on penis length, for one thing."

"What?? You cut my Cock Size Survey?"

"It seemed a little self-serving. Not exactly vital informa--"

"But it IS vital! It tells you very important details about the applicant! Do they already know their size, or do they have to stop and measure? If they already have measured, did they commit it to memory? Are they thorough? Did they think to include both flaccid and erect proportions--"

Skeevo retrieved the papers. "Which tells us very little about whether or not they're gay, or may be into rubber, or are trainable--"

Xander grabbed the papers back roughly. "It was vital, I tell you, Vi-talll psychological profiling."

"And you get off on it."

Xander shrugged. "Well, there is that."

Skeevo grinned. "Let's distribute these and nab us some fresh young potential rubberboy playmate subordinants, shall we?"

"Let's shall."