Xander and Skeevo sat comfortably on the overstuffed furniture watching the college football game. Six of the new recruits sat on large cushions and beanbags on the floor. Snack dishes and drink cans littered the tabletops and the nearby floor.

Benji had lost the lottery (again) and had been elected to work as servant for the rest of the group during the game. While everyone else lounged about in loose-fitting rubber sweatshirts or T-shirts and rubber jeans, Benji had been outfitted to the hilt by Xander and Skeevo. His official server's garb consisted of a latex muscle shirt, sheath shorts, thigh high boots, and elbow-length gloves. The uniform was topped off with a rubber bow-tie.

Not many of the new pledges favored getting picked for server duty at the football parties. Benji never lost his goofy grin, though, as he tromped around in the giant boots carrying serving trays of munchies and drinks, playing up his waiter's role.

"Good sir, your Diet Coke, chilled to perfection. Shalst I sniff the pull tab?"

Jesse grabbed his drink off the serving tray. "I'm fine, thanks. Please go away."

"But of course, sir! Do any of you fine gentlemen need any more Grey Poupon? I make a point to keep an extra smattering of condiments within my sizeable footwear." Skeevo flipped a switch on his remote control, sending a dildo sharply up Benji's behind to move him along. It worked. "Yipes! Yessir! Serving drinks, sir!"

Skeevo took a sip of his drink and commented about the game, "Man, would I love to have a few of those guys in the frat." The boys paused to consider, Jason and Jordan making "Mmmmm" sounds. Skeevo tossed a kernel of cheesy corn into his mouth and then lobbed one across the sofa for Jonathan to catch in his. "I wouldn't mind seeing our handsome quarterback Simms in skintight rubber", Skeev mused.

Jonathan crunched on the orange-powdered snack, and said, "Really? munch, munch He's hot, yeah, but I think that Mr. American-as apple-pie Eli, is way cuter."

Xander scooped up a handful of chips and stuffed his face. "True enough, gentlemen, but I think the manly-yet-boyish Eric tops both those guys." He stopped in mid-crunch. "Or maybe he bottoms. I dunno."

Benji jumped in front of everyone. "Dudes! I so have the ultimate idea that would get all THREE of those hotties into the frat, and into our rubbery ensnarement."

Jesse sat up, trying to crane his neck around the overeager pledge. "Ben, you're blocking the set, man."

Jonathan remained in his position luxuriating on the giant cushion. "From this angle, you do make a better door than a window." He'd taken to mimicking Skeevo's deadpan delivery.

"No, seriously! I just came up with it, while you guys were talking! It's brilliant! It can't fail and it is sure to bring rubberized jockness to our happy fraternity dwelling."

Skeevo arched one eyebrow. "Waitaminnit. Was that even a word you used a minute ago? Ensnarement?"

Jordan smacked Benji's leg. "C'mon, Benji. Move."

Xander scooched over a bit and patted the spot next to him on the sofa. Benji dropped his tray and bounded over to sit beside his master. Xander put his feet up on the coffee table and crossed his ankles. "This plan of yours. Lay it on me."

"Okay, it's like this", Benji began, giddy with excitement. "First, we send the three football guys of your choice formal invitations to the frat for an afternoon's football party." He spread his arms wide to indicate the present company. "Like this one! We'd, uh, have to pick a weekend when they weren't playing, though."

"One would think", Xander agreed. He kept staring at the TV. Everybody was staring at the TV.

"Anywho, we get them here, we feed them lots of chips and dip and all the beer they can drink, or Dr. Pepper or whatever. We watch the game. Maybe even order a pizza! And then--"

Jesse interrupted. "We hit them over the head with blackjacks and dress them in bodysuits?'

Skeevo leaned over, "We could drug their beers. I have all manner of fine narcotics that dissolve rapidly in hops without losing their potency."

Xander waved his hand to get back to Benji. "And THEN--?"

"We ask them." Benji clapped his hands together in delight. "Isn't that brilliant?"

At that, everybody turned to look at the grinning Benji.

Xander put his feet back down on the floor and sat up. "Just to clarify my thinking. We have these straight jocks over for a game and snacks, and we just ASK them to join our gay rubber frat and play dress-up sex games with us?"

"Yeah! Whattaya think?"

Xander looked at Skeevo. "Well?"

Skeevo pursed his lips. "It's rather devilish in its simplicity."

"And we get to save our precious mind-altering narcotics for midterms." The two clinked bottles to make it official. "Cheers."

Xander stood in the kitchen, staring at the three longnecks Skeevo had just handed him. "So what's in these?"

Skeevo peered down into the opened bottles and looked curiously at Xander. "I'm pretty sure there's beer in 'em."

"Unmedicated beer? No specially prepared toxins to control the minds of certain unsuspecting athletes, by any chance?"

"You wound me", Skeevo said, looking shocked. "To think that as long as you've known me, after all we've meant to each other, you would think me capable of--of--" He leaned dramatically against the sink and said, "No matter. I am not so small a man that I cannot overlook your misguided insinuation. Let us never speak of it again." He busied himself with wiping down the counter with a dish towel.

"Skeev, you didn't put something in their drinks, did you? After we agreed how much hotter it would be if we could persuade them to let us get it on with them while they were fully aware--"

"You agreed to that. I agreed to no such thing."

"There's no powder in the drinks?", Xander pressed.

"Nope. No powder."

"No pills, no date rape drugs, no tranqs, no other concoctions of which I'm aware that might be used to enslave gorgeous straight boys?"

"None whatsoever", Skeevo said confidently.

"Good." Xander began to stride back out to the living room with the beers in hand.

"Of which you're aware."

Xander stopped in mid stride. He walked purposefully back to Skeevo and said, "Do you solemnly swear that there are no drugs of ANY kind in these beers, under penalty of my tethering your bony carcass to the wall and having every one of those eight pledges ass- rape you until you are so full of their steaming boy juices that it's dribbling out your ears?"

Skeevo stuck his tongue in his cheek, considering. Then he handed three capped bottles to Xander. "You better give 'em these."

"Uh-huh."

As Xander left with the fresh brewskis, Skeevo called after him, "What do I do with the first three?"

Xander answered without turning around. "Pour 'em down the drain."

"Can't I at least give 'em to Benji?"

"Dump 'em!"

In the living room, there was excitement a'plenty. The eight pledges scurried about with delight that their three collegiate sports heroes had accepted their invitation to join their football party. As Benji said, it was as easy as asking them to come. Of course, the more difficult invitations would be doled out later.

Skeevo came out from the kitchen with a smile that hid his remorse at dumping his special Gay-from-Str8 formulated beverages. He sidled up to Xander to admire the trio of impressive college jocks before it was time to play hosts. The first of the three was Eli, who had a face like a farmboy and a generous hank of brown hair. The second was Eric, built like he was carved from marble with a boyish face and dark curly hair. And last was Simms, whose tall frame and oval face was topped with short-cropped blond hair. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves, or at the very least enjoying the attention being lavished upon them by the pledges. Xander and Skeevo strode into the small crowd to formally welcome their guests.

"Guys, we really think it's awesome that you agreed to come to our party", Skeevo said.

"Hey, our pleasure", said Eli.

"So, uh, where are the rest of the guys? Your invites said this was a special tribute for all the best players on campus. There's just the three of us, so far--"

"You're it", said Skeevo.

The three hunk athletes shared a suspicious glance between them. "What, you mean it's just us three--?", Eric interjected. "Out of the whole team, we're the only ones who got asked to the party?"

Xander slid up behind them. Placing hands on Eli and Simms shoulders, he said, "That, my friends, is because we consider you the very best our team has to offer. We have been watching you--we have never missed a game--and we are VERY impressed by your hard work and dedication. Consider this not so much a mere thank-you as a tribute to our favorite players."

"No need to tell the rest of the team you were singled out as the champs", Skeevo added.

"Wouldn't want anyone to get jealous or anything", Jonathan said.

The adorable jocks shared a warm smile. Eli shrugged. "Okay, cool. Deal."

"Break out the munchies!", Jason yelled. Benji came running with armloads of deep- fried prepackaged treats.

The group enjoyed themselves with plenty of TV and munchies for a while, until the three football players were more than comfortable in the frat house surroundings, being waited on by their adoring young fans. "So, you enjoying yourselves?", Skeevo asked them.

"Oh, yeah, man", Eric said. "This is great."

"We really do appreciate all the attention, guys. Seriously.", Eli said with feeling.

"Yeah, we gotta get you guys a shitload of game passes or something like that", Simms suggested. He leaned over toward Xander and Skeevo, and giving each a light punch on the arm, added, "Luxury suite for you guys." He winked.

"Hey, that'd be great", Xander said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "But there is one other thing we'd like to ask you for first.

The trio exchanged looks of concern. Had all this been a bribe to gain them some big favor? Eli gulped down a mouthful of chips. "What'd you have in mind?"

"We'd like to show you something first. Can you wait here a second?", Xander asked. Eli nodded. Xander waved for the pledges to hurry out of the room. They knew what to do.

Skeevo followed them out, turning back to the three athletes to say, "We won't be a moment." The three boys just stared, wondering what was up.

The athletes were once again engrossed in the TV when they heard Xander's voice from behind them. "Okay, we're back, fellas. Could you turn around, please?" They did so, and almost dropped their drinks. The bag of Cheetos feel from Eric's fingers to spill onto the floor.

"What the--?"

Xander and Skeevo stood before the three potentials in full rubber gear, rubber tee, sweatshirt, hip boots, jackets, the works. Behind them the 4 J's and The Hopefuls proudly looked on in their own Rho Upsilon Beta Rho pledge gear. Eli, Eric, and Simms just stared.

"Okay, so here's the deal", Xander said. "We've all voted on it, and we would like very much to invite the three of you to join our frat. Full entry. You say the word, you're in."

Simms and Eric looked at each other, silently exchanging a look they had practiced many times on the field. "On my signal, run like hell." But Eli was more curious than frightened. And maybe a little freaked, too. Still, he went right ahead and asked his question.

"Why are you guys dressed like that? You look like fishermen, or septic workers or something."

Simms leaned close to Eli's ear and grabbed his arm. "They're pervs, Eli. They want to hump our buns. Rubber rump rangers, man. Let's get the fuck outta here." Eli pushed Simms's arm away.

Xander put his hands behind his back. "Simms is basically right, fellas. We are pervs, if you wanna look at it that way."

"Which many folks do, I imagine.", said Skeevo.

Xander continued. "Fact is, we're all gay here. And we're majorly into rubber. And we are huge--HUGE--fans not only of football, but of you guys. And we'd be delighted--"

"Honored", Skeevo interjected.

"HONored and delighted", Xander picked up, "if you would consider joining us in this very exclusive fraternity of gay rubber brothers." The seven pledges nodded vigorously in agreement with every sentiment.

Eric whispered to Simms, "Are they gonna attack us now?"

Simms was already inching toward the door. He whispered back, "I hear these types tie you up and try to brainwash you into being a fag. Mind control perversion drugs. If they offer you any beer or soda, don't drink it."

Eric looked at the many empty cans strewn about the room. "Oh my God, it's already too late..."

Eli actually smiled sheepishly. "Guys, I'm sure we're all flattered and like that--"

"And freaked out", Eric included.

"--okay, yeah, and a little freaked out", Eli conceded. "But there's a problem, because none of us are gay."

The other two football stars shook their heads with such vehemence they might have fallen off. "Nope. Not gay. No fudgepackers here. NO waaayy."

Xander laughed. "Hey, we know that, guys."

Simms jumped in, "And we're not interested in BECOMING gay, either!"

"Gee, why not? It can be so much fun", Skeevo muttered.

Xander turned to his friend. "Hello! Remember our little talk? Y'know, wanting the gorgeous football guys in rubber and hangin' around and such? And remember the part about not scaring them out the door to summon the authorities? Remember that?"

Skeevo's face remained placid. "But it's so much fun being a fag. You know that."

Xander whispered through gritted teeth. "Stop helping."

Simms and Eric were already at the door. Eli was backing away. "Guys, thanks for the party and everything. Great snacks. But, seriously, I don't think we're interested. But hey, good luck with this whole queer fetish bonanza thinga-madoodle, really."

"Guys, please, just hear us out!", Xander pleaded, making an effort not to chase after them.

Skeevo mumbled under his breath. "'No, no, let's not use any coercive drugs or hypnosis this time, no, no, it'll be so much more fun if they're lucid.' Who was it said that, again?" Xander fired a look of daggers at his buddy.

The three beautiful football boys were about to cross the threshold when Jonathan stepped out from the group. "Fellas, wait!" The threesome turned around at the sound of the new voice. "Lookit, we know you're not gay, and we're cool with that, really."

"Glad you're so open-minded about alternative lifestyles", Eric remarked.

"I like his style", Skeevo whispered.

"But here's the deal", Jonathan said. "We think you guys are like, totally hot, we really admire your skill on the field, and we are dying--and I mean dying here--to see the three of you in rubber. And that's about it. We really do NOT want to convert you or turn you gay or anything."

Benji grinned like a hyena. "Besides, it'd be so much hotter if they stayed straight anyway, dude!" Chris smacked him upside the head.

Eli stepped back into the room. "So...what, all you want is for us to join you guys so you can see us wearing rubber? Is that it? Then what? What's in it for us?"

"Mutual benefits", Jonathan answered.

Eric was curious. "Like what?"

Jonathan rubbed his palms together, considering his phrasing. Then, "Okay. You don't want to be gay. Right?"

"Damn right!", Simms asserted.

"Buuuutt", Jonathan ventured, "would you be at all averse to a bunch of really cute gay guys fawning all over you, telling you how awesome you are and maybe, just maybe, introducing you to incredibly hot new masturbation techniques you never even thought of before?"

"And sucking you off!", Benji added. Chris clasped his hand over Benji's mouth, squeezing it closed. From under the tightly gripped palm, Benji said, "Thood I haff thed 'bwow'??"

The football babes looked at each other. Eric stepped back inside, closing the door behind him. Simms's shoulders relaxed a little. Eli stuffed his hands casually into his pockets. "Well...yeah, we can do that."

Xander and Skeevo smiled. Skeevo gave Jonathan the thumbs-up.

The next few visits the football stars made to the frat, there was no mention of rubber, or anyone being gay. For these honored guests, the house rules were bent and all present wore no rubber gear at all--outside their street clothes, anyway. There were munchies, takeout, and plenty of beverages to go around. They watched vids like "Varsity Blues" and "Remember the Titans" about eighty times apiece (although had to be prevented from constantly rewinding the tape for repeated viewing of the locker room kiss in "Titans"). Discussions about their own team's recent victories and plays ran late into the night.

On their fourth visit back, the tension was finally gone from Eric and Simms. Eli had begun to relax the time before. The boys were all lounging in the rec room when Eli was the first to bring up the subject. "So, Xander. What exactly was it you guys had in mind about, you know--making me Eric and Simms, well, feel good?"

The room froze, everyone went silent, and for the frat pledges, the subject wasn't the only thing that had suddenly come up.

Xander tried to remain cool while on the inside he already had his tongue all the way down to the adorable quarterback's colon. He turned to Eli with a placid expression, saying, "You really interested?"

"Welll...I'm curious, anyway. I think we all are." Eli looked to Eric and Simms at the foosball table, who exchanged nervous looks with one another before giving a very tentative nod to the group.

Xander gestured toward the door. "C'mon and we'll show you then."

The roomful of pledges was eerily quiet. The 4 J's shared anxious looks and the hopefuls fidgeted. Chris kept shifting in his chair, Seann paced. Thomas put his hands in and out of his pockets repeatedly. Benji rocked back and forth on his heels, fingers crossed on both hands as he chanted, "OhpleaseGod, ohpleaseGod, ohpleaseGod..." Xander and Skeevo alone remained stoic.

After an interminable amount of time, the door to the dressing room opened a crack. Eli's voice came out to the room, saying, "Uh, guys? I think we're all set in here."

With forced calm, Xander replied, "Just come out whenever you're ready."

The door swung open slowly, and the three athletes stepped out and were greeted by stunned silence. Jonathan took a deep breath and Benji gasped. The three adorable jocks were dressed in full football uniforms, pads and everything. No helmets. Their beautiful faces were open and exposed for all to see, blushes and everything.

"We realize that blue and gold aren't exactly your colors", Skeevo explained.

"N-no, it's okay", Eli said. "This is okay. This is fine--just fine. Right guys." Eric and Simms nodded quickly, taking tentative steps into the room.

Xander asked, "Does everything fit okay? I mean, nothing too tight, too loose? Not being pinched anywhere?"

Benji leaned close to Jesse, whispering, "That's our privilege!", earning him a cuff upside the head.

"No, no, everything fits great", Eli admitted.

"It's just that--that this stuff--", Eric tried to say.

"It's all made of--", Simms added.

"Rubber?", Skeevo interjected. "Yup. The whole damn thing is made of rubber. Inside the padding and everything. Feel alright?"

"It sure feels weird", Eric said. "It's all, it's all slick and...well, it's like--"

"Oh, just admit that it feels fucking incredible and get it over with, Eric!", Eli snapped.

Simms and Eric looked at each other and Simms gasped out, "Fuck yeah, these things feel incredible. GodDAMN, it's like standard gear and that, but it's--it feels so--whooaaa. Where did you get these things?"

"Let's just say we've got an acquaintance who's a high school football coach with a certain loyalty to the frat.", Xander grinned. "He donated those three uniforms for your personal pleasure. Oh, and he's also a big fan."

Skeevo nodded. "Big fan."

Eric grimaced a bit, but confessed, "Dudes, this does feel pretty awesome. Even though I'm gettin' kinda hot in here."

"So what exactly are we supposed to do in these things?", Eli asked.

"Leave that part to us", Xander smiled.

Less than five minutes later, the three star athletes were reclining in various spots around the living room. Eli was stretched out in a recliner, Simms was lying on the couch, and Eric was atop a mountain of cushions on the floor. Each one of them was having the time of his life.

Thomas, Chris, and Seann tended to Simms on the couch. They massaged every inch of his body--every inch--and kept the rubber of his padded uniform pressed against his body in very arousing ways. Jason, Jordan, and Jesse attended Eric on the floor, doing pretty much the same. Jesse pressed his palm flat over Eric's rubbered crotch and began to massage him in a slow, circular motion as Jordan rubbed down his arms and Jason caressed his legs. Xander, Skeevo, and Jonathan aided Eli in the lounge chair. Skeevo massaged Eli's temples while Xander spread lubricant between the football star and his rubber suit. Jonathan rubbed it all in. Benji made the rounds to all three pleasure stations to ensure that no one ran out of lotion.

"Ohhhhh, mmaaaannnn, this is--in-incredible", Eli wheezed.

"G-got that r-right", Simms conceded.

On the floor, Eric was muttering "I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm--"

Jesse knelt close to his head, telling him, "Just close your eyes and think of a girl, man. Just imagine it's girls doing this. We know you're not gay."

Slowly, Eric began to smile. "Ohh, yeah. There's this one girl, she is so fucking hot, she- -"

Gently, Jason pressed one finger to the jock's lips. "Just don't tell us about it." Eric nodded, and went back to contented moans, his eyes shut tight.

Inside their pants, every single frat boy was hard as a rock. As they pleasured the football boys, they made passing gropes at one another to relieve the sexual tension, taking advantage of moments when the jocks closed their eyes to steal kisses from their fellow pledges.

In the recliner, Eli was in heaven. He smiled broadly, knowing that the coach discouraged sexual encounters with the ladies during the game season, but he never said anything about rubber play with gay fratboys. His mistake. Just then, Eli felt the front of his uniform pants being unlaced. His very erect member was being slipped carefully from it's place beneath his rubber trousers. "Hey!" Eli began to sit up, startled and a little afraid. Two more yelps from the couch and the floor indicated that the other two jocks were experiencing similar invasions of their person.

Skeevo rested gentle hands upon Eli's shoulder pads. "It's okay, it's okay. Ya gotta trust us."

"B-but I'm not--!"

"You're not gay", Xander said, turning toward the room to indicate he was including all three football players in his statement. "But we are. There's definitely a middle ground here, guys. I promise you."

"Just relax and leave the driving to us", Skeevo suggested. Tentatively, the three muscled athletes allowed themselves to be lowered back down into a reclining position. Soon all three inhaled sharply as icy-cold washcloths wiped away any remaining lubricant and lotion from their penises. Before they could experience any shrinkage, warm and soothing sponges massaged their dicks to bring them to full erection. Then the boy athletes felt something they had never felt before. And did they ever like it.

Jonathan knelt down before the prostrate form of his quarterback hero and slowly eased his mouth over the jock's erect member. Eli gasped quietly as Jonathan accepted the large penis into his mouth. Skeevo had slipped behind Eli's chair and began very gently rubbing his neck and shoulders. Jonathan's lips clung snugly to Eli's disk and he began to suck inward. Eli shivered, his body alive with new sensations. Jonathan began to move his mouth up and down the shaft, slowly at first, then with an increased rhythm. Jonathan drew inward breaths with greater pull. Xander leaned over Eli's chest and began to rub his pecs and abs, now rich with the erotic lubricant beneath the heavy rubber padding. Eli began to breath more shallowly, in sharp gasps. As Jonathan drew ever harder upon Eli's penis, his tongue massaging its underside, Skeevo eased his fingertips up Eli's neck. Skeevo began to gently caress the sides of Eli's face, then very lightly run his fingers through his hair.

Eli sighed audibly, "Ohh-oh-oh-uuoohhhh..." and with a shudder, finally allowed himself to surrender completely to the intoxicating sensation and let all the tension disappear from his shoulders and arms as these eager gay fans gave their all to please him.

Eli felt his pelvis tighten and his body build to climax. Jonathan was still working his member as Xander and Skeevo continued their sensual massage. Eli attempted to speak, to warn Jonathan to free him before he reached orgasm. "Jonny...leggo...I'm gonna shoot..."

Despite the low moan of Eli's voice, Jonathan heard every word and reached around to grasp Eli's ass tightly to anchor himself in place. Jonathan's lips hugged the shaft of Eli's penis and he drew an inward breath with all his might. With a deep gasp of satisfaction, Eli fired. "HHAaauuuuuhhhh!!" Jonathan greedily swallowed it all, continuing to draw steadily on the head. Finally, after nearly a minute of devastating climax, Eli began to relax again, only dimly aware that Jonathan has kissed the head of his dick and was now licking his balls. Eli gasped for breath and was suddenly aware that Xander had been holding down his arms and Skeevo had been bracing his shoulders.

"Man, when you come, you like come 'round the mountain driving six white horses, don't you?", Xander observed.

Eli managed a weak nod. "Y-yeah, I guess so..." He looked over at his teammates to see Eric and Simms in similar states of exhausted ecstasy. Jason was rising up from having gone down on Eric, who was grinning like an idiot while Jesse and Jordan held him tight to the floor. Thomas was just finishing up with Simms, whose body sprawled out on the couch seemed to have stretched a foot longer in the interim. Simms was gibbering at a high speed about how incredible the experience felt, liberally peppering his praise with astonished profanity.

Eli was about to attempt to sit up, when Xander said something that shocked him into remaining stationary. "Okay, my turn."

Eli stammered, "G-guys, I-I don't know if I can--"

Skeevo said to Xander, "Hey, no fair. I'm next!"

"Too late", Xander smiled, squatting down before the spent sports hero. "I'm closer. You get the next round. Then Jonathan can go again, if he's up for it."

Jonathan nodded. "Always."

Eli was nearly in shock. "Waitaminnit, guys--! I don't know if there's anything left! I don't know if I can even get har-aahHHHHrrrduh!" Eli's body stiffened--his entire body- -as Xander took Eli's penis into his mouth. "Oh,oh,oh, ho-olllly shit!"

Skeevo eased Eli's shoulders back down into the recliner and Jonathan massaged his chest. "Easy there, champ", Skeevo said soothingly. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Leave the driving to us", Jonathan grinned.

All around the room, the same scene was repeated. Jesse began his turn on Eric, and Chris serviced Simms as Seann lightly kissed the athlete's forehead and temples. The evening's activities continued to everyone's mutual enjoyment for the better part of two hours. Later over beers, there was talk of making it a regular, possibly even weekly, event.

Everyone in the frat house of Rho Upsilon Beta Rho was deliriously happy, gay and straight alike. It would seem that Xander and Skeevo's pledge drive was complete. And it looked as if nothing could come along to disrupt their wondrous rubber haven. But looks can be deceiving.