Hell Week had been heaven for the 4 J's. Torture sessions were quickly redubbed Adventure sessions as they learned new ways to experience, wear, serve in, and play in rubber. Jordan had started to come out of his shell and Jesse was letting himself have more fun. Jonathan and Jason were pretty much the same as they had been, but that hadn't hurt anything. Xander and Skeevo came into the living room to find the foursome huddled together in some kind of conference.

"What's the deal, J's?", Xander asked. "You're not secretly plotting anything, are you?"

"Uh, kinda", Jonathan said. He tried to break the huddle, which wasn't easy given their position. The 4 J's were paired off into couples, each strapped snugly into a pair of double-sided industrial rubber chest waders. Facing each other, naked form the waist down inside their doctored fishing gear with rubber sweatshirts on top, were Jesse and Jordan and Jonathan and Jason, respectively. Each pair of snug waders had formerly been two, but were now bonded together so that each pair's back was the other's front. The slightest movement caused considerably friction along the front of each wearer.

To make matters worse, each boy had on elbow length heavyweight rubber gloves bonded to the backsides of his partner's waders. An intimate situation could not be avoided. One duo was shackled to the other at the ankles. As awkward as the situation was, all four boys were smiling broadly.

"That's the hour, guys", Skeevo announced. "You wanna break it up?"

"Yeah, it's pretty sticky in here", Jesse observed, trying in vain to adjust himself.

Jordan whispered to him, "In more ways than one", and sneaked a quick peck on his cheek. Jesse actually blushed.

As the rubber masters released their charges, Jonathan returned to his former thought. "While we were all stuck here, we did some talking."

Skeevo peered over the top rim of the chest waders and saw how thick things were between--and all over--Jonathan and Jason. "How'd you find the time?"

Jason continued. "Well, we thought that it seems silly that there's just the four of us who get to benefit from all this gay rubberplay, and we sort of realized--"

Jesse finished. "--that each of us may know at least one other guy who may or may not be gay. And if we were to bring them over, just as guest or something, maybe, that we might interest them in signing up as--"

Skeevo cut him off. "Enough tap-dancing. You boys want playmates, right?" All four nodded vigorously.

Xander unstrapped Jesse and Jordan from their wader suspenders. "If we agree to this, you understand that we pick when we meet these guys."

"And they're all subject to our approval", Skeevo stressed, tossing them moist towels to begin cleaning themselves up.

"Will it help if they're cute?", Jonathan asked.

Skeevo shrugged at Xander, who returned the gesture. "Couldn't hurt."

It was Saturday. The 4 J's anxiously introduced their hopeful prospects to the frat masters. The quartet of college boys looked no different from any other students you might see on campus, attired as they were in T-shirts, blue jeans, and athletic shoes. The first of the group was introduced by Jonathan. He was shorter than the others with a very boyish face, broad toothy grin, and curly dark brown hair. "Master Skeevo, Master Xander, I'd like to introduce my friend Thomas."

Jason patted the shoulder of his friend, who had the build of linebacker and the occasionally brainless grin of a lobotomy patient. "Sirs, this is Seann."

Seann shook their hands, commenting, "With two 'n's."

Jordan nudged the hyperactive friend he'd brought along. He was slender, blond, good- humored, and had the scatterbrained demeanor of a surfer dude. "Um, Masters Xander, Skeevo, this is my friend Benji."

Benji vigorously shook hands. "Master dudes, how ya doin'? I'm Benji. I'm bi."

Skeevo scrunched his brow. "Bi?"

Benji leaned forward to clarify. "I'm really into guys and all, but some girls are just too damn hot, ya know?" He bounced a little on the balls of his feet.

"Don't worry, we'll cure you of that", Xander commented.

Jesse indicated his friend. "This is more of a classmate, really. We didn't even know each other before this year, but we kind of hit it off, and well--here he is." Jesse's friend was taller than the rest, with an impressive build and a lopsided grin. His sandy-brown hair hung in loose bangs that he casually shuffled out of his eyes. The friend gave an awkward wave hello. "Uh, hi. Chris. I'm honestly not sure if I'm gay, so please don't strap me into an electric chair."

Skeevo looked askance at Jesse. "Geez, give away everything, why don't you?" Jess studied the ceiling.

"Not to worry. Everybody gets to experience something different from the last time. There'll be no electric chair setups today. And after a brief getting-to-know-you period, we can proceed to your official introduction to Rho upsilon Beta Rho. But first--!"

The boys were led to the living room where snacks and beverages awaited. For the better part of an hour everybody got the chance to unwind and exchange pleasantries and small talk. It turns out that every boy invited there as a guest knew all about the rubber, the gay memberships, the master-pledge relationship.

"So, Chris", Xander said, popping open a beer. "You don't know whether or not you're gay, huh?"

Chris shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Well, yeah. I mean, I don't know. I'm questioning. That's the best way to put it."

Xander snapped his fingers. "Jesse, if you would, please?"

Before Chris knew what was happening, Jesse pulled his face to him and began to kiss him. Long and hard. Chris made a muffled cry but didn't pull away.

Skeevo produced a stopwatch. "Hasn't pulled away yet."

"Give it another ten or twenty seconds", Xander recommended.

Chris and Jesse remained liplocked, as Chris slowly began to stop struggling and gently put his arms around Jesse. The other boys began to egg him on. Soon the two boys were intertwined with fistfuls of each other's hair and tongues plunged deeply into each other's mouths. Jason and Seann let out a whoop as the kissing duo tumbled off the couch to complete their embrace on the floor. Eventually, they pulled apart.

"Time", Xander called.

"Minute and half, give or take a few seconds", Skeevo announced.

Jesse propped Chris up against the couch as Xander leaned close to him. "Chris? I want you to repeat after me." Chris nodded dumbly. "I'm a fag. Repeat."

With a shaky voice, Chris said, "I'm a fag."

Xander grinned. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Jesse hugged his pal and Xander looked to Skeevo. "Official introduction time?"

"Let's."

The 4 J's and the Four Hopefuls were led down a hallway toward the infamous electric chair room. The 4 J's exchanged knowing glances. Xander caught this and remarked, "Lose the smirks, pledges, it's not what you think."

To the four pledges' surprise, Skeevo directed the eight boys to the room directly across the hall from the one in which they'd all had their intense group coming-out experience. He swung open the door and ushered them in. Inside were tall wooden dividers reaching almost from floor to ceiling, separating the room into four equal compartments, not unlike a department store dressing room.

"What do we do in here?", Thomas asked.

Jonathan nudged him. Thomas quickly added, "Sir! I mean, what are going to do in here, sir?"

Skeevo gave Jonathan the thumbs-up for catching the incoming pledge's faux pas. Then, he said to everyone, "You pair off into couples. One couple per compartment."

"You and you", Xander said, putting Jonathan and Thomas into the first compartment, then "and you and you.", putting Jordan and Benji in the second.

Skeevo directed the others. "You guys here", he said, pointing Jason and Seann to the third compartment, "and you guys over here.", directing Chris and Jesse into the last one.

Xander and Skeevo then moved down the line to close the door to each couple's small quarters. "Wait--I mean, sirs, please hang on!", Thomas blurted out. "I still don't get it-- what are we supposed to do in here?"

Skeevo grinned. "Prove yourselves worthy. You said you're gay, you got dressed in rubber--you've proven yourselves to us. Now prove yourselves to your fellow pledges."

Thomas put his hand against the door as it was closing. "How do we do that?!"

Xander leaned in, taking Thomas's hand from the door. "Take a look at what you're wearing, Tom." Tom looked down and saw his jet black rubber uniform, identical to all the other boys' wardrobes. He was in a skintight black rubber T-shirt with a rubber denim-style jacket over the top of it. He had on extremely tight sailor's jeans with a zip- down crotch flap as well as a rear drop-seat, with the pantlegs tucked into gleaming knee boots. But unlike the 4 J's, he and the other three hopefuls also wore a snug-fitting padlocked rubber collar. "And then take a wild guess", Xander added, closing the door.

From behind the closed doors, the boys heard Skeevo announce, "You have one hour to prove your worthiness, guys." Then the outer door locked shut.

In compartment one, Jonathan and Thomas looked at each other. "Sooo....", Thomas said, swinging his arms clumsily, "what do you wanna do?"

Jonathan smiled. "Well, it's not like there's a parchisi board in here." Then his smile took on that devilish quality that so attracted Skeevo. "What do you want to do?"

Thomas licked his lips. "You mean, what do I really, really want to do? With you?" Jonathan nodded. "C'mere." And Jonathan leaned forward as Thomas whispered in his ear.

In compartment two, it was Jordan who was fidgeting. "I-I really wasn't expecting this", he said. "I thought you'd wind up being made to come out, or they'd stick us in the waders again or something. I have no idea what they think we're supposed to do in here. I mean--"

Benji patted his friend on the shoulder. "Dude, duuuude. Chill. If there's no set game plan, maybe we can just make our own fun."

Jordan tilted his head to one side. "What do you mea--?" But that was as far as he got, his head looking down rapidly as Benji unzipped the front of Jordan's pants.

In compartment three, Jason and Seann stood on opposite ends of the cramped booth. "You do know I'm not sucking you off or anything", Seann said flatly.

"Right, right." Jason looked around at the bare walls of the dividers and up at the ceiling. "So, umm...what do you think about us--"

"I'm not taking it up the ass, either, man", Seann said.

Jason shook his head purposefully. "No. Absolutely not. Uhn-uh. Wouldn't dream of suggesting it."

"Well, don't." Seann stared at the walls, too, finding them no more interesting than Jason had.

Jason began again. "So, what about maybe if we just try--"

"And no rimming, either! I mean it!", Seann snapped.

Jason inched closer to his friend. "You know, there are some things we can do that won't bring your world crashing down around you. Really."

Seann tensed up, but realized that, backed up against the door, he had nowhere to go. "Hey. Whu-what are you--"

Gingerly, Jason reached forward to gently touch the sleeves of Seann's jacket. "Just trust me on this."

In the fourth and final compartment, Chris and Jesse were busily looking each other over. "Wow. Man, these pants are tight!", Chris observed.

"Yeah, but isn't it weird how they still move with you? They don't pinch or anything.", Jesse commented.

"Well, yeah, easy for you to say, Mr. Swim Team. You shave your legs to swim. That must make a difference." Carefully, Chris reached over and stroked Jesse's thigh.

"It does. You should try it. It enhances the feeling of the rubber. Not just being rid of all that hair, but it makes the skin more...sensitive." Jesse reached out with both hands and squeezed both of Chris's legs, sliding his hands around to the seat of his pants. "It feels really good."

Chris felt himself becoming warmer. "It does at that."

In Compartment One: "You sure about this, Tom?"

"Jonathan, this has been one of my fantasies for like forever. And to actually try it with you...that's just a major bonus. Come on, man, let's do it before I chicken out."

Jonathan slowly unzipped the rear flap on Thomas's pants, exposing his firm virgin ass. Thomas was hard as a rock at this point but wanted to keep from touching himself, so he kept his front flap shut tight. Jonathan searched the pockets of his rubber jacket until he found among the supplies each of the 4 J's had been given, a small tube of lubricant.

He unscrewed the cap, asking, "You ready?"

Thomas nodded his head rapidly. "Please."

Jonathan spread the lube all over Thomas's ass and worked his fingers into his hole. "You gotta relax, man", Jonathan told him. Thomas nodded, knowing how impossible that seemed right now. His heart was pounding and his breathing was coming in quick gasps. How the hell could he relax? Jonathan saw how excited Thomas was getting, and as he lubed his cock, he asked again, "You sure you want to do this? I mean, there are other things to try first time out--"

"I've never been so sure", Thomas answered quickly.

"This will probably hurt, buddy", Jonathan warned.

"I'm ready." Slowly, carefully, Jonathan entered his friend Thomas. As he did, Thomas gasped sharply as he received the rush that came with the experience he'd been anticipating for years. His erection pounded against his tight pants, his collar threatened to strangle him as he gasped for air. He could not have been happier. "Oh...ohhh...G- Goddd..."

In Compartment Two: Jordan gasped and placed his hands on either wall for support. He had never felt anything like this. "Be-Ben-Benji--! Wh-what a-are you doing??"

Benji very slowly slid his mouth back up Jordan's shaft and took his time licking the head of excess precum. He looked up at Jordan from his position on his knees and said, "Dude, what's it look like? I'm going down on you. Don't you like it?"

"It-it feels incredible--b-but, but I'm not sure this is what Xander and Skeevo wanted us to do in here, I just--I-I-I--"

"They can critique us later, man", Benji said, returning to the matter at hand. Jordan gasped and almost fell against the back wall. Benji braced him to keep him upright, then slowly inched forward so Jordan could brace himself against the wall.

Jordan grasped Benji's shoulders, bunching up his jacket beneath his curling fingers. "Benji--! Benji--!!", Jordan gasped. "Get off, get off, I'm gonna peak any second, I can feel it--I can feel it!"

Benji immediately disembarked from Jordan, speaking softly. "Easy, easy. Take it easy there, buddy. You don't wanna blow yer wad right now, dude." Jordan nodded, heaving a sigh, trying to regain control of himself, feeling the urge for orgasm begin to subside.

"Th-thanks", Jordan said. "I wasn't sure you were gonna pull off, for a second there."

"Dude, I had to", Benji said brightly. Jordan smiled his thanks. "Cause I can't have you cum until I've switched from suck to blow." At that, Benji returned to his work before Jordan could even begin to grow soft. Jordan inhaled so deeply he didn't think he'd ever be able to breathe out again.

In Compartment Three: "This isn't so bad, is it?", Jason asked in between breaths.

Seann kissed his friend repeatedly and said, "Just shut up and keep kissing me, man."

"Y'know, for a gay guy, you sure were resistant to getting it on."

"We're not getting it on", Seann corrected. "We're just making out. And I said shut up." The two wrapped their arms tightly around each other, tongues probing deeply into each other's mouths. Jason's fingers ran through Seann's hair and Seann began to peel off Jason's jacket so he could slide his muscular arms up underneath his friend's rubber shirt. They took a few steps to one side and bumped into the wall. Slowly, the two began to slide down the wall and settle neatly on the floor, never once breaking their embrace.

And In Compartment Four: Chris and Jesse massaged each other frantically. They hugged each other tightly and rubbed their bodies against each other, arms groping and stroking legs, back, and ass. Jesse hooked the underside of his chin over Chris's shoulder and gasped, "Man, this is fucking incredible."

Chris grasped Jesse's shoulders and wheezed out, "Yeah, isn't it?" The two ripped off their jackets and threw them to the floor. Pressing their chests tightly together, they were able to squeeze their throbbing members against each other as well. They could feel the heat right through the tight rubber. Jesse pumped against his friend as he massaged his back with strong fingers. Chris encircled Jesse's head again and again, stroking his hair.

Within a few moments of this outpouring of kinetic energy, both boys came at almost exactly the same time. They gripped each other tightly as they shot their load into their rubber pants. After a few moments to catch their breath, the couple began again, pressing, pumping, massaging, and stroking each other, this time using their own still warm juices as lube to increase friction.

In the small anteroom beyond the partitioned testing area, Xander and Skeevo watched the entire display through a one-way glass hidden within the main room's back wall. "Pass the popcorn, would ya?", Xander asked.

Skeevo handed him the large plastic bowl and pointed at the goings-on beyond the glass. "Y'know, if you watch it from the last section back up to the first, the erotic escapades actually increase in sexual intensity. How cool is that?"

Xander munched a handful of buttery kernels. "So whattaya think? They in, these new guys?"

Skeevo reached for his drink. "Oh, hell yeah."