This was a night to remember so far. Tim was unusually
frisky and held off long enough to put me over the brink several times. Now lying on my stomach in
Tim's bed, I wanted to hug and kiss the breath out of him. He was in the bathroom now, so hugging
the mattress would have to do. As my right arm hung down the right side of the bed, I slid my hand
in between the mattress and box spring to get a good hold. My fingers touched some folded pieces of
paper. I trapped one between my index and middle fingers and pulled it out. My reverie was abruptly
cut short when my eyes focused on the contents. There on the page was a computer printout picture
of two of my sorority sisters applying lotion to themselves after showering in front of the mirror
in a second story bathroom of our house. I pulled out another page to find me in just my panties
putting up my ponytail. picture after picture showed me and my sisters in varying stages of
embarrassing exposure. There was no telling how long ago these pictures were taken nor over what
period of time. Sounds from the bathroom brought me back to conscious reality and I quickly
replaced the pictures in just enough time to avoid being caught by Tim. He came back to bed with a
big satisfied smile on his face. I didn't know how to act. I needed time to process how I felt
about this, what I should do about this, and where Tim fit into this. My lame strategy was to force
a smile with my eyes closed, feign extreme fatigue and collapse back down on my stomach facing away
from Tim as he crawled back into bed. He placed an arm across my shoulders and tried pleadingly to
pull me over. I rolled part of the way and huddled into a fetal position, thoughts racing, anger
rising and falling from disbelief of what I had seen. Tim was getting aroused and spooned his
forming erection against my rear as he reached around and started an otherwise arousing massage of
my breasts. The conflicting feelings were about to cause me to explode so I took a deep breath,
mustered up all of my dramatic resources, put an amorous smile on my face, and rolled over to greet
Tim's advances face to face. Instead of grabbing him for a passionate kiss, I reached down and
gently started massaging his testicles. His arms were reaching for a hug when he stopped mid-reach,
as this unexpected move replaced the surprise with intense pleasure. He was getting aroused to the
point that he wanted to bury his purple headed buddy into my warm furrow, so I climbed on top of
him with his cock up along the crack of my rear, and I looked him in the eye. I told him that, if
he wanted to come again, he would have to let me take charge of it. He stared back quizzically, but
agreed. I told him to stay on his back and close his eyes, that I would just be a minute. I quickly
got out of the bed and searched for sturdy objects to make impromptu restraints. His expensive silk
ties would do, so will his wool scarf, and so on. I made slip knots that would tighten as he pulled
at the ends, and climbed back on top of Tim's stomach bringing a smile back to his face, a smile I
intended to erase. I told him that I was going to restrain his hands because I didn't want him to
interfere with what I had planned for him. He opened his eyes and I reminded him to keep them
closed until I told him to open them. Once I had his hands secured to the feet at the head of the
bed, I continued the massage again to reassure him into cooperation. Next, I secured his feet, as I
did his hands, drawing his body into an "X" across the bed. I told him I didn't want to get
accidentally kicked in the middle of intense sensations. Then I tested my handiwork by slapping my
cupped palm up into his ball sack. He convulsed, trying to close his body like a jackknife. A ha.
The restraints were working. After catching his breath, he barked in a raised voice, "What the hell
did you do that for? Don't you know how much that hurts?" Then I grabbed his nuts and started to
squeeze ordering him to be quiet until he was asked to speak. He just stared at me intensely in
disbelief. Then he yelled for help at the top of his lungs. I immediately hammered his balls with
the side of my fist and grabbed, twisted, and squeezed again telling him, that if he tried that
again I'd take them off. I left him sobbing, shaking his head from side to side, sweating, lips
clenched, and tears running down the sides of his face, as I looked for a gag. I couldn't afford to
have his frat brothers interrupt our "special moment together". I grabbed one of Tim's oversized
shirts and sat on the side of the bed to see if anyone would appear, thinking about what to do
next. Worst case, I would be raising Tim's prestige in the house by having his bro's think he was
out there enough to be into kinky sex. Well, nobody showed. They were all either on campus or just
didn't care. I decide to call Sheila. She's our president and she will particularly like the shot
of her bending over to dry the tops of her feet. I put some sweat pants on and waited with
trepidation by the back door for her to show up. When we reached Tim's room, Sheila gasped at the
sight of Tim's athletic maleness in full sprawl, bound and gagged. "What are you doing Rose?" she
asked. "I'll let these pictures speak for themselves," I said as I reached under the bed. "I think
this one will speak louder to you than these others." Tim's eyes widened, his breathing quickened,
and perspiration was starting to make his body glisten from a new found desire to be released from
his bonds. Sheila's face went white. She froze, mouth agape. Her eyes scanned the picture over and
over trying to find something in the picture to disprove what her mind was telling her was so. Then
color came back to her face with a red vengeance. Gripping the picture in a crumple around the
middle in the fist she was shaking at Tim, she insisted, "How did you come by these? How many more
are there of these? How many others have seen these?" Tim's head pulled back into the pillow. Fear
and apprehension overtook his expression, but he didn't even try to answer through the gag. Sheila
removed the gag and told me to listen at the door. "Well, pervert, what is the meaning of these?"
she asked again. "I can't tell you, my brothers will throw me out. Please accept my apologies and I
will destroy all of the pictures I have, and be indebted to you for the rest of the term." Tim
pleaded. "Oh, that you will Timster, and more! Rose, come and help me get this perv ready for a
trip to the house." We first released and then bound his feet together so he couldn't flee. Then I
put a grip on his balls in case he tried to attack us with his hands. Sheila securely bound his
hands behind his back. I took my panty hose and tied the hose near the middle around his scrotum so
that there would be two handholds to guide our prisoner. We stood him up, and I found a hockey
jersey to pull over his head which covered his upper body. The arms bound in back however, pulled
the jersey up to expose the bottom of his sorry ass and bridled testicles. We quietly guided him
out the door. Fortunately for Tim, the street was not crowded with cars or pedestrians, because
despite the humiliation of marching down the sidewalk single file with Sheila holding a leg of the
panty hose in the lead and me holding the other from behind through his legs, watching his ass
bottoms move as he walked, Tim was sporting a hardon that bounced and swayed as he padded along, he
was careful to keep exact pace with Sheila and had to pray that I would do the same with him to
avoid the pain of a tug on his nuts. Tat for Tit - Part 2 Tim gulped as we walked him into the
house. Two sisters, Lisa and Sarah were going through the front hall with snacks to catch a soap or
something on the TV, and stopped dead in their tracks when they saw a man in the front entry bound
in this way and obviously at the mercy of Sheila and me. Lisa spit her juice back into the glass
she was drinking from and Sarah momentarily bobbled her plate. Lisa asked what he was doing here
and what we were doing with him. Tim said, "I'm sorry. It wasn't my idea. Please forgive me and let
me go." Sheila back palmed Tim to the nuts and he doubled over forward as she reminded him to keep
quiet until asked to speak. Lisa, more confused than ever, grew concerned for Tim and for the
sorority getting into trouble. Sheila said, "Follow me girls. This man is going on trial. We all
paraded onto the living room.

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 There we sat Tim down on a stool and tied his feet 180 degrees from
each other on the sides, untied the panty hose from his sack, took off the jersey and took some
Polaroids for the historical record. Tim's humiliation showed on his face as he couldn't make eye
contact with any of us for more than a split second. Our eyes were not a feature he remembers about
any of us anyway. Sheila set up a table and chair next to Tim. "Okay ladies, Tim here is being
tried for invasion of privacy and lewd behavior. What do you have to say for yourself Timmy Boy?"
"I didn't mean anything by it. It wasn't my idea. Please don't do this." "Whose idea was it then?"
Sheila asked. "I am pledged not to say. You know I can't tell you." "Wrong answer! Lisa get some
cord or string or something. Rose, get a mixing spoon or spatula or something." Tim started to
panic. Perspiration started to glisten on his body. Sheila tied the clothesline around Tim's balls,
trapping them down to the bottom of the sack. She fed the string back between Tim's legs under the
seat and asked me to stand behind him and hold the end. Then she had Sarah sit on a foot stool in
front of Tim, which she eagerly agreed to, since she was getting the best view in the house of
Tim's equipment. Then Sheila laid out the pictures on the table. Lisa and Sarah's shock went from
embarrassment to anger. "Now Tim what do you do when you look at these pictures?" "I get aroused
and I jerk off to relieve the tension." Tim confessed. "Sheila untied Tim's hands, and while he
rubbed some feeling back into his wrists she said please demonstrate for the court this activity
you describe." Tim pleaded that she not make him go through with it in front of these women. Then
in walked Carol. "Just in time for the show." Said Sarah. "Take a look at these and have a seat."
Carol proceeded with a silent rage through these motions, and sat down with her arms crossed
looking intently at Tim. "Go on Timmy Boy." said Sheila as she nodded at me. I knew it was my cue
to give the cord a good tug, racking his balls back and into the seat of the stool. "Ooooh, argh!"
Tim responded, as he put one hand on his nuts in a protective move and started to stroke his wiener
with the other. How he got it hard, I'll never know, because he must have been heavily distracted
by the pain. "You see members of the jury, this is how these perverts use these pictures, taken
without our permission or knowledge. Don't stop Tim, unless I tell you to. Lisa, get the video
camera. You can stop now Timmy Boy." Lisa set up the camcorder on a tripod and aimed it at Tim
splayed on the stool. "Now on with the demonstration Tim, but don't cum until I tell you it is okay
to do so." Tim's arousal was beginning to hit a fever pitch and he was going to explode, I know.
Sheila said, "Stop! Right now!" Tim stopped but his body seemed to try to go on, the sticky liquid
dripped down the head, and his purple wiener twitched trying to derive friction from the air.
"Okay, Timmy Boy, I am going to ask you again, who is responsible for these, if you are not?" "I
can't!" said Tim Sheila instructed Sarah to keep hitting Tim's balls until he agreed to tell us,
and me to hold his hands behind his back to keep them from protecting himself. All I could think of
doing was a full nelson, that my brother taught me years ago. Sarah started hitting Tim's nuts from
underneath with a wooden spoon. From the sound the hits made, Tim was in serious trouble if he
didn't give up his source. After ten or so painful hits he said in tears, "Stop! Please stop! I
give. I'll tell you. Please stop!" "Well?" "Todd Rogers, okay? It was his idea and his equipment.
We all paid him for the video captures. Now, please let me go! You've got what you want. Please!"
"Todd Rogers has videos of these shots and he is selling them?" Sheila said speaking for us in our
fear and loathing. Tim cupped his balls with both hands, demonstrating to us how precious he felt
they were to him. Sheila had me pick up the rope and create some tension to make sure Tim didn't
try anything as she asked the others to join her in another room. When she came back, the others
were gone. She and I transferred Tim to a high back chair with his arms secured behind the chair
back and heels tied to the front legs of the chair. His balls now showing some swelling and dick,
now limp, hung down between his legs in at least a dull ache. His head hung in despair awaiting his
further fate. Tat for Tit - Part 3 It took longer than we thought it would. Sheila and I left Tim
tied up alone for at least an hour and a half to contemplate his fate while we talked out how we
felt and what we should do about this. Finally, the team walked in with Todd. He thought he was
here to diagnose an electrical problem for us. Todd had actually been, what we thought was, a
friend of the sorority. When we needed an "Y" chromosome type to help us with problems around the
place, we were always able to count on Todd to figure out the problem and either fix it or have it
fixed for a reasonable price. We have always appreciated his help, but this betrayal of our trust
was canceling our good will. He was led into the living room. His friendly demeanor suddenly
changed to panic as he spotted Tim bound and gagged naked in a straight back chair. He started to
back up and turn toward the entrance for his exit, but the five of us prevented his escape. He was
strong, although not as much a hunk as Tim was. His bullishness was abated, though, when Carol
kicked him up from behind between his legs square on his nuts. He stopped dead in his tracks, bent
his knees and brought them together, bent at the waist, grabbed his crotch with both hands and
scrunched up his face in a nice shade of red. With the spunk temporarily knocked out of him, we
prepared him for trial at Sheila's instruction. Tim could only empathize with Todd and try to gain
eye contact with him to offer his apologies with his eyes. Todd was divested of his outer garments
so we could gaze upon him as he had been doing upon us. He was placed on the stool as Tim had been
secured. Sarah and I assumed our positions but Carol asked Sarah if she would mind giving her a
turn at "punisher". Sarah agreed as long as she could remain by her side during the procedure.
Carol started lightly tapping Todd's genitals with the wood spoon almost in a trance, giving Todd a
mild discomfort and a sense of foreboding that brought attempts at shifting in his seat and a sheen
from perspiration to his skin. "There will be a time for that Carol." Sheila said, bringing Carol
back to the present moment. "So Todd, your friend here, Tim, tells us that you are responsible for
these. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" Todd and Tim looked at each other looking for
a way out of this. "I just think you Delts are the prettiest girls on campus as a whole. I didn't
mean anything by it. I promise I won't do anything like this again. I'll try to make it up to you.
I swear." Todd pleaded. "Oh, please. How long have you been doing this?" "Not long. I put a camera
in the vent in the bathroom upstairs a month ago and the rec room down stairs two months ago." Todd
admitted. Sheila knew, as we all did, that this gave him the opportunity to tape "Hell Night" and
our private ceremonies for pledges. "Where are the tapes now, and who has seen them?" Todd gulped,
and sheepishly said, "The whole fraternity. There is only one set of each of the tapes and the
video captures are password protected on my computer. I'll give you everything. Please let me get
dressed and I will go get them right now." "What do we do about the prints you have distributed?
How do you make that up to us weasel? Hummh?" Todd treated this rhetorically and didn't try to
answer. Carol looked at Sheila and asked, "Now?" "Sure girl, have at it for a couple. Show him we
mean business." To which Carol let a down stroke fall to Todd's left nut and then another to his
right nut, followed by a couple of upward swats that had him straining in his bonds, stomping his
feet simultaneously on the floor with the one inch leeway the ropes gave him. The tendons appeared
aside his neck like steel cables, and he breathed out his mouth with spit mixed in. "Good ones,
Carol." I thought. Sheila asked me if anybody in the house knew how and had the capability to make
video captures. We thought maybe Sharon did. So Sheila ordered Todd 

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