Xander and Skeevo sat waiting for the better part of fifteen minutes. Xander rocked back and forth on the back legs of his chair, his foot propped on the edge of a table. Skeevo flipped absently through a magazine, occasionally exhaling loudly through his nose.

Xander craned his neck and hollered to the closed door at the opposite end of the room. "You guys done in there or what? C'mon, let's go! What's the holdup?"

From behind the door, Jesse's muffled voice said, "Do we really have to wear these?"

Jason said, "Do you want us to put our clothes back on over these, then?"

Skeevo spoke just loud enough to be heard, "Yes to the first, no to the second."

Xander was getting impatient. "All right already! You guys dressed or what?!"

"Umm...we're dressed...", Jordan answered.

"Then let's get out here. Forward march, people!", Xander commanded, clapping his hands briskly.

The door opened slowly and the four fraternity pledges stepped out very slowly. Xander pointed at the center of the room. "All the way out here. Let's move it along." Like four condemned prisoners, the boys shuffled over to be inspected. All four of the J's were now dressed identically. They were clad in high-collared, tight-fitting black rubber bodysuits. On their feet (and legs, really) were unlined rubber Wellington hip waders. Their suits were generously powdered, spattered, and smeared with the talc the boys had used to get their snug suits on. On the left breast of every suit was the legend in raised small white rubber letters: "Property of RHO UPSILON BETA RHO".

Jesse ran his fingers over the lettering, saying, "Uh, guys? Does this refer to the suits being your property, or us?"

Xander just grinned. "Why don't you let us worry about that for now?"

Jonathan, the only one of the boys who looked the least bit comfortable in his new uniform, pointed to the main sitting area, which was now littered with piles of oversized cushions and giant pillows. "Howcum the living room suddenly looks like a harem?"

Skeevo stepped right up to Jonathan, repeating Xander's words with a sly grin. "Why don't you let us worry about that for now?" Skeevo then gestured that the quartet was to move into the center of the room, and stand amidst the piles of pillows.

There were a few complaints among them. "This thing is pretty damn tight", Jason moaned as he tried to walk. "I--I think there's a seam or something right over my--uh, on my butt", Jordan added. "It's kind of uncomfortable." Jesse chimed in with, "And what's with the fold-over flap over my crotch?" Jonathan alone kept quiet.

"There are rules here", Xander started, ignoring their complaints. "First and foremost, while you boys are here in this frat house, you WILL wear rubber. All rubber, and nothing but."

"What if we don't get off on rubber?", Jesse challenged.

"Who said this was for your benefit?", Skeevo countered. Jesse lowered his head.

"Every Friday night during your initiation period", Xander continued, "you will report to the frat house immediately after your last class, hand in your street clothes--which will then be locked safely away in an undisclosed place--and you will be assigned your rubber gear which you will wear all weekend long. You will not get your other clothes back until Monday morning."

"So, where are our clothes now?", Jason asked.

Skeevo jingled a set of keys, smiling. Jason gulped.

"Your outfits may change throughout the weekend", said Xander, "but no matter what you wear, it will definitely be rubber. Get used to it. You're here, you're rubbered. No exceptions." Jordan raised a tremulous hand. "Go ahead, Jordan."

"What--what if, like, I forgot a book or something here and I just have to zip in quick to get it and then leave? Do I need to dress up for that?"

"Nope", Xander said flatly. "You can stay on the porch and ask someone inside to go get the book for you. But if you cross that threshold, you will suit up in your gear. Doesn't matter if you come in for twenty-four hours or twenty-four seconds."

Skeevo added, "But we have got one-piece rubber coveralls and wadersuits that are easy enough to jump into and out of. You'll get the hang of it." Jordan nodded, satisfied with that bit of news.

"Rule #2", Xander said. "While you are here, and you are geared up, you do what we tell you, when we tell you, no questions asked. Could be as simple as being sent to grab us a brewski, could be something more...unusual."

"How unusual?", Jesse asked.

Xander and Skeevo exchanged a knowing look, then turned back to the Four J's, saying in unison, "Why don't you let us worry about that for now?"

"Of course, there are benefits to being in this frat", Xander said. "You won't just be our personal rubberslaves."

"Although that's not to be discounted as a benefit", Skeevo amended.

"True", Xander agreed. "But for starters, you're all out now. At least to each other. You can let all your guards down when you're here. You're gay, we're gay. It's cool and that's that. And of course, appearances are very important. You guys need to remain looking your best while you're in your rubber. This whole powdery smear thing just doesn't cut it."

"And that's a benefit how--?", Jesse asked.

Skeevo opened a nearby drum table and pulled out a couple bottles of silicone spray and four cheese cloth rags. He tossed the rags to the boys and handed one bottle to Jonathan, another to Jason. "Polish each other", he ordered. At first the boys just stared at each other, not sure where to begin.

"Well, go on", Xander encouraged them.

Jonathan turned Jordan to face him, saying, "Close your eyes." Jonathan sprayed a generous spurt of the polish on Jordan's chest, and began to gently, but vigorously rub it in, bringing his rubbered chest to a brilliant shine.

Jesse looked down at his rag, then back up at Skeevo, and opened his mouth as if to protest. "Now wait a--yahhg!" There was a strong spritzing noise and Jesse jerked his head around to see that Jason had just liberally coated his ass in polish. With a malicious smile, Jason began to rub the polish all over Jesse's behind, causing the dissenting member of the foursome to groan slightly with pleasure. "Wait--wa-wait--okay, no, don't wait. Keep going. Maannn..."

Jason began to spritz Jesse's inner thighs and rub there thoroughly. "Quit moving around so much, dude", he said. Then, "Hey, cool. I can see my face in your butt cheeks."

Xander laughed. "That's right, boys. Get everywhere."

In short order, all four boys--even Jordan--were getting into their first task as rubber pledges. Jordan, now gleaming from head to toe, polished Jonathan's back, bringing his shoulder blades to a brilliant shine. Jesse was now working on Jason, getting his own revenge on his pledge mate by taking extra time on Jason's crotch. Within a few more minutes, all four boys stood fully polished in their black rubber, which shined almost as brightly as their smiles. Skeevo collected the polish and the now-drenched rags.

"And Rule #3", Xander said with finality, "is that Skeevo and I are your rubber masters. Period. You will address us always as Master, Sir, Master Sir, or Master Skeevo and Master Xander. That too is not up for debate."

"Okay, waitaminnit", said the gleaming Jesse. "That's a bit much, isn't it? Why the hell should I call you my master? What puts you in total control of me--??"

Skeevo held up a small control box. It looked like a cross between a garage door opener and a TV remote. He then produced another one which he tossed to Xander. "Master Skeevo here is something of an innovator in the field of rubber eroticism. You are all wearing his creations. Or more accurately, you're wearing rubber gear that has been enhanced by his creations."

Jesse grew nervous, and exchanged looks with the other boys who seemed to share his sudden discomfort. Even Jonathan. "Okay, wait a sec. What do those things so--"

That was as far as he got. "Observe", Xander said, pointing his remote at Jesse, flicking one switch to select Jesse's uniform, then pressing another button.

Jesse shivered and his torso buckled slightly. "Uhh! What--what--whoooaaa..." Skeevo began to walk around the quivering Jesse. "In answer to an earlier question, that little fold-over flap inside your suit is designed to hold a very arousing lubricant which can be released on our command right over your privates." Jesse breathed in sudden gasps. His eyes almost rolled in his head. His highly-polished rubber crotch began to bulge greatly with his newfound erection. "As you can see, it's pretty effective."

"Oh, oh, oh, wu-wu-wooooo-oowwwww...", Jess moaned.

"You want me to go on with the demonstration?", Xander asked.

Jesse nodded like a head-bobbing doll. "Y-y-essir, master sir--!"

Xander patted him on the shoulder. "Good boy."

Skeevo pointed his remote at Jesse and made a selection. "You get arousal lube over your ass, too." A press of a button, and Jesse let out another gasp of pleasure, his knees bending drastically as his legs trembled. His head lolled back on his shoulders, his mouth in a very stupid if happy expression.

Jason gulped audibly. "Are-are all the suits--?"

"Like that?", Xander finished the statement for him. "Sure." Xander flipped another switch and pointed his remote at Jason. Jason's shoulders hunched forward and his mouth fell open.

"Holy SHIT!! That--that--that feeeelllsss--ohhhhh, shit!" Jason's body was swaying backwards and forwards and his arms had grown rigid at his sides, his fingers splayed open.

"You've got an ass-pack, too", Skeevo said, casually pointing his own remote at Jason's behind.

"WOO!!" Jason rose up on his toes as the viscous, medicated lotion quickly spread over his behind. Jason began to pant like a dog, trying his best to say something coherent, but not managing anything more intelligible than "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh--!"

Xander reached two fingers under Jason's chin and said, "Close your mouth, you look like a sea bass."

Jason clenched his teeth, his mouth split in an enormous grin, and slurred out, "Yesth, masthterr." He then gripped Jesse's shoulder and laid his forehead down upon his shining rubber friend. Both boys were shaking as ripples of pleasure streamed through their bodies.

Skeevo stood before Jordan, who was breathing very unevenly. Xander stepped in, saying, "You take Jonathan. I got this." Skeevo stepped aside for Xander, who gently set his hand upon Jordan's shoulder. "It's okay, man. Here, put your hands on my shoulders to brace yourself." Jordan did as bidden. Xander then lowered his control box down to just in front of the blond boy's crotch. "Hang on tight." Xander pressed the buttons and Jordan's entire body trembled. His mouth fell open in a look of dismay and delight. Xander ran his fingers through the mop of yellow hair and cooed softly to the overwhelmed boy. "There you go, buddy. There it is. Feels good, doesn't it? This is all for you, pal. You okay?" Jordan, shaken but clearly excited, nodded. "Then here's some more", Xander said, preparing him, and then triggered the button which released more of the erotic lubricant over Jordan's ass. Jordan's shoulders stiffened and he fell into Xander's arms. "Attaboy, Jordan", Xander said. "Let yourself go. Enjoy it. Soak it up."

Jordan gripped tight to Xander's back and whispered his gratitude. "...thank-you...thank- you...thank-you..."

Skeevo looked at Jonathan, who once again had a powerful erection visible beneath his shining rubber suit. "Dude, you are just one step ahead of everything, aren't you?", Skeevo said.

Jonathan grinned. "Let me have it."

Skeevo smirked. "You're almost too eager. But, if you insist--" Skeevo hit the button on his remote and Jonathan's sly grin was lost as his mouth dropped open, his eyes wide as the warm liquid spilled out over his penis to coat his member and balls like thick syrup, sending arousing sensations up the shaft and into his pelvis. Jonathan began to thrust his hips involuntarily as his senses were assaulted with the erotic gel. Skeevo waved the remote around in the air. "And let's not forget the rear entry." He pushed another button, and Jonathan's back stiffened as the lubricant coated his ass. His lower lip trembled and he tried to speak, but was overcome by the feelings he was experiencing. "You get enough in the front, buddy?", Skeevo taunted him. "Here, we can increase your dosage." Skeev pressed a button and more lube gushed over Jonathan's penis. The boy swayed, his knees bending, his arousal growing to a palpable level as his balls buzzed with churning semen begging for release. "Oh, but we can't neglect your ass, either", Skeevo observed, hitting another button which added an additional coat of arousing lotion to Jonathan's backside. Jonathan rocked back and forth, his hips thrusting against his will, his arms flopping about with all the control of wet linguini noodles, his legs shaking like willow wands in a windstorm.

"Here, lemme try and adjust this for you", Skeevo deadpanned. He then kept pressing buttons on his remote, squirting the aphrodisiac gel on Jonathan's penis, then his ass, then his penis, then his ass... Jonathan hunched, flopped, and danced like a marionette, control of his body lost to the ricocheting sensual rush.

"Okay, enough already", Xander said. "We aren't supposed to turn them into a bunch'a helpless sexual yo-yo boys. Not yet, anyway"

Skeevo stopped pressing buttons. "But he asked--!"

Jonathan was down on his knees among the cushions. He was gasping and wheezing, trying to collect himself. After bracing himself against the floor and trying without success to stand, he finally slumped forward and whispered as loudly as he could, "D-d- d-don't---don't st-st-stopppp--!"

"Jesus, the boy's a machine", Xander observed.

"Then he gets to experience the next great optional extra included in his suit." Skeevo aimed the remote at Jonathan, pressed a sequence of several buttons, and watched. Jonathan began to quiver and shake, a look of absolute joy on his face. He fell down among the cushions, his back bucking like a bronco, his legs shaking violently.

"What the hell did you DO to him??", Jason asked.

"Just this", Xander said, following the same progression of buttons on his own remote, and aiming it at Jason. Now it was Jason's turn. His own face exploded in an expression of unanticipated joy and he danced around for a few steps on his tip-toes, then fell onto the cushions like a ton of bricks, his body quaking.

"Damn, Skeev", Xander said, "that's pretty damn effective."

"I like to think so."

"M-master Xander?"

The fratboys turned to look at Jordan. He was gently lowering himself down onto his knees on the cushions. "Me next, sir? Please?"

"Is this boy getting into the spirit of things, or what?", Xander beamed. Then, aiming the remote at Jordan, he said, "Hang on." Jordan nodded. Xander pressed in the code for Jordan's suit and pushed the final button.

Jordan's entire body stiffened and his mouth formed an 'O', which was appropriate, as he loudly cried out, "OHH!!" And then fell face-down onto the pillows.

Xander waggled the remote at Jesse. "Your turn, big boy."

The newly-suited rubberboy held up his hands as if to fend off the insidious sexual device. "Wait, wait. What does it do? What did you do to the other guys? What are you gonna do to me?"

While Jesse had been backing away from Xander, keeping his eyes on him, Skeevo had been pumping in the proper codes and aiming his own remote. "We're gonna do this", Skeevo said.

Jesse felt what the other boys had felt. A slender, but very firm, slightly curved collapsible butt plug rod extended from the inside seat of Jesse's rubber bodysuit to stretch upward into his ass. It snaked upwards smoothly, due to all the lubricant already present, and made its way all the way up to Jesse's prostate. Once in place, it sent out the tiniest, slightest vibrations. The vibrations were designed to trigger one thing and one thing only. Pleasure. There was a hint of movement at the head of the butt plug rod that gently stroked Jesse from inside, all the while continuing to vibrate, to send out wave after wave of arousing, intoxicating pleasure.

Jesse stood there, swaying like a drunkard. His toes had pointed inward, his knees thudded together. His fingers clawed at empty air at the end of useless limp arms, and his mouth opened and closed, emitting nothing but silent gibberish.

Xander put his hand on Jesse's forehead and gave him a good downward push. "Take a powder, rubberboy." Jesse fell face-down onto the pile of cushions, his body paralyzed by erotic euphoria.

"Oh, hey, there's one thing I forgot", Skeevo said, adjusting his remote to a general effect wide-beam. "Those little plugs of yours inflate, too." He pressed the button and the inserted ramrods expanded to the size of a human erection. All four boys bucked and quaked helplessly against the mounds of cushions upon which they lay. Each of them shot wad after steaming wad into his suit, as in return the rubber suits seemed to both fuck and stroke each one of them, over and over again. Even after each of the Four J's thought for certain he was spent, new streams of hot juices spewed forth, new orgasmic climaxes wracked their bodies. And the suits continued servicing their new masters, as the boys lie squirming at the feet of theirs.

"And now", Xander declared, "a tour of the Rho Upsilon Beta Rho fraternity house! Rich with history and amusing anecdotes, you'll find every room an adventure, every nook and cranny a veritable treasure trove of useful--and useless-information! So if you'd be good enough to follow me--" He turned back to see the four boys, still sprawled out on the floor, still awash with new erotic sensations, still helpless to do anything but remain lost to the experience.

"They seem a little preoccupied", Xander observed.

"And after you made that great introductory speech for the tour, too", Skeevo added.

"Ungrateful bastards." The foursome kept on moaning softly as they were pleasured time and again by their special suits.

"So we do the tour tomorrow?", Skeevo asked.

"Looks like."

The two rubber frat masters made their way to the staircase, shutting off the lights as they ascended to their room for the evening. On the way up, Skeevo stopped briefly at the top of the stairs, looking down at the enraptured pledge thralls, who he knew were soon to pass out atop the soft pile of cushions on which they'd collapsed. Quietly, he said, "Welcome home, boys. Welcome to Rho Upsilon Beta Rho. You're journey is just beginning."