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Fashion Statement

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

‘Mister Wilkes, could you please explain that’

Johnny looked up from his desk, at the glowering professor, who was pointing his finger at him. He had hoped no one would really notice, which is one more reason he had scurried into class at the last possible second, and taken a back row seat.

Bad enough to have to wear the stupid wig, and other garish accessories, but he hoped no one would see the ‘other’ which frankly, hurt like hell. Now here was the Professor, not only noticing but making it a spectacle before the entire class.

All the heads were turned towards him, and he could see the various smirks and grins from several of his classmates. It was so damn embarrassing, and worse, he knew he’d never hear the end of it from the more popular one’s like Chris or Mark. They would make sure he was reminded of it, all semester, if not for the entire year.

‘Uh, Jewellery sir’

‘Jewellery? Now I know rings on the fingers, the occasional one through the nose even, those other things on the eyebrow at times, and earrings I certainly know from my own wife’s collection, but those Sir, those certainly do not seem to fall into that category. Stand up Mister Wilkes, I want to examine this new form of jewellery better.’

He did as ordered, though he felt like his whole face was not only beet red, but that his bare chest was as well. The earrings he had, the large hoop kind draped from both ears, different kinds, but similar. Even the painted fingernails with the dime store rings were all part of his get up, but as he stood up, he could hear the laughter. Even Julia who normally was supportive, was laughing.

He also saw how Chris was staring at him, pointing to his chest, and then turning to laugh at him, with Mark who sat next to him. They were always together, and now they were sharing his misery. If a hole could open up and swallow him, he’d dive in, not wait for it to take him down.

‘That chain Mister Wilkes, it seems weighted in the middle, is it?’

‘Yes Sir’

‘Doesn’t it hurt?’

‘Yes Sir’

‘I assume, judging by the rest of your attire, you are pledging some new fashion fraternity?’

‘Uh, no Sir, just Sigma Phi Tau’

‘I am not familiar with that one, is that the new fraternity over on Bullock Street?’

‘Uh no Sir, it is on Edwards Blvd’

‘Oh that Sigma Phi Tau, I see.’

He stood there, as the professor kept staring at him, as the others around him kept smirking. Johnny tried to not look at the others, afraid of having to defend his attire. There was no doubt that Chris was enjoying his discomfort, and Mark was certainly have a good time as well. The girls however, they seemed the worse.

Even Julia was giggling at him. Now he might look odd in the garish wig, the exaggerated earrings too, and he wasn’t exactly built with a six pack either. His pecs weren’t bulging, the stomach wasn’t fat, but it had a bit of a roll to it. After all he wasn’t a jock, just a typical eighteen year old freshmen at College. He jogged, but it wasn’t like it was a major commitment, or regular regime. He didn’t get up at 5am to go running, but would on the odd free afternoons he had. Sports were fun too, but to watch more than to play.

So he wasn’t six foot and a Greek God, he still didn’t think he was ugly. He weighed in at about 140, which wasn’t bad for a guy five foot eleven. His face wasn’t fat, but thin, to match the rest of his features. His hair might be a bit on the long side for the likes of the Professor, but it wasn’t more than half way past his ears.

As the novelty wore off, he decided to sit down, to stop being a spectacle for everyone’s warped sense of humor. The Professor seemed to have enjoyed his discomfort, and sitting back down, Johnny wished he didn’t have to take this class. He could already tell it was not going to be easy, and that the Professor was one of those who enjoyed tormenting his students. Well not all, just the one’s who didn’t quite fit into his mold of what a student should be like.

Now Chris and Mark, well they fit. Like that was a surprise? Mind you, he wouldn’t mind a tussle with Chris either, just like about 99.999% of the female population. Course he wasn’t about to approach the local Campus God, or anyone else for that matter. Even his attempt at pledging Sigma Phi Tau had been forced onto him, which he was regretting already. And it was only day one of pledge week.

He barely heard the droning speech by the Tormentor, known as the Professor. Johnny never really hated anyone as much as he now despised the Professor. Bad enough he had noticed his outlandish getup, but then it was Hell Week. There wasn’t any need to single him out, to make it worse than it had to be. Others were dressed just as weird, even super stud Chris had makeup on his face, and no one was giggling at him. Least not to his face.

As the class came to a close, he couldn’t help but notice how Chris was constantly looking back at him. It gave him a sinking feeling, figuring the guy was going to nail him after class, or was plotting out some sort of joke, to further humiliate him. Now, maybe he was being a bit paranoid, as he watched his classmates begin to file out, most of them stopping to stare at his outfit, at the pair of clamps that were squeezing his nipples, the dangling chain that had a small weight off the middle.

The girls were cruel, giggling and some laughing out loud as they passed by, but the guys weren’t any nicer. Still, it was nearly over, and after this, he had one other class left, before he could lock himself in his dorm room. Least there, no one would see, no one could touch him.

Still he had about an hour before the next class, which was on the other side of the campus. It wouldn’t be worth his time to go back to the dorm, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to walk all that way in the open. As he stood up, pondering how to find a less obvious route, he noticed that Chris was still out in the hallway.

As he walked out, he immediately turned to go the opposite way, not wanting to cross swords with Chris right now, or anyone else. Though he was a bit surprised that Chris’ sidekick Mark was no where to be seen. With his luck, he was lurking somewhere to spring out, but as he quickly made his way down the hall, twisting and turning his head to check out every nook and hiding space, he didn’t find any lurking Mark.

He did notice that Chris was following him though, which got the hairs on the back of his arms raised. He felt threatened, though he couldn’t place why. It wasn’t that anyone knew about his other side, about his orientation, as his parents had referred to it. No one knew, and yet he was always looking over his shoulder, afraid that someone did know, or worse, had pinned a sign on his back saying Faggot.

It was irrational, but it was how he had felt. High School had been bad enough, and while he had gotten through without any serious bullying, his parents had found out. Johnny still didn’t know how, but it was like his worst nightmare coming true. The way his father had spoken so sternly to him, reminding him of his duty as a man to keep the family bloodline going, like that was gonna happen?

His mother had been no better, saying he was more or less spitting in God’s face. That really made him wince too, because deep down, he still believed in God. Not the kind his parents did, but he did believe in some higher authority, but one a lot more compassionate, caring than the one his parents prayed to every Sunday. Course his defence didn’t help matters, and instead of going to a University like USC or even San Diego, he got stuck here.

The summons to attend at the house on Edwards Blvd, was accompanied by a stern note from his father too. It was like a command from on high, which he wasn’t about to disregard, and now here he was, running away from the most popular guy on campus, already the butt of every joke possible, thanks to that command. It had to be his father’s way of punishing him, for being queer, for not agreeing to put aside the silly nonsense of being attracted to other men.

That was how his father had put it too, a silly attraction to men, because he wasn’t as manly in appearance as the others. It hurt to hear that crap, and it only made his mother smile, even nod her approval as his father’s words had hit home. Well screw them both, but even now, at college, he wasn’t free of their influence.

Sigma Phi Tau was new here, and in a rather modern house too. The guys inside had seemed friendly enough, and some were certainly equal to Chris in status and looks. It was seeing one of them, walking through the house with nothing but a towel around his middle, that had convinced him of not running. The guy had smiled at him, and that was rare. That and the fact he had a boner, which had given Johnny some interesting thoughts later on. Thoughts he would never divulge though, for fear of being outed.

As he turned the corner, he looked over his shoulder, to see that Chris had gained on him. Well that wasn’t a surprise, given how the guy was a Jock, and was a star in this and that sport, including track. Why him, he wondered, instead of him? Why did God bless people with no brain, no compassion, with perfect bodies, while giving people like him, the dregs, the common look? Was it really a punishment, for being who he was?

He was tired, and leaned against a locker. Okay, what was the worse that could happen, he thought. If Chris wanted to torment him, he’d only make it worse if he managed to escape him now, so he might as well stop running, and let it happen. Least it would be over, for now.

He was still panting as Chris rounded the corner and spotted him. The taller man stopped, and walked closer, looking around as if he was making sure no one else was about. Johnny felt panic inside, wondering just what it was that Chris was going to do, that he needed to make sure no one was watching.

He felt the terror inside, as Chris came up to him, glancing one last time around. Even though he was feeling like he was about to be beaten up, he couldn’t help but check the guy out. The way his legs filled his jeans, the way his basket looked so full, all made him tingle inside, despite the panic. It was odd, as suddenly Chris reached out, and placed his hand squarely on his chest, and pushed him back further into the metal locker.

‘Tell me about that Fraternity’

His voice was soft, yet filled with menace. For a second he didn’t comprehend, didn’t understand. That hesitation made Chris look angrier, and his hand now reached off his chest, and he held the chain in his fingers.

‘I said tell me’

‘Tell you what?’

‘What goes on inside, tell me or you’ll regret it’

Johnny felt his whole body shake, as Chris pulled the chain a little, making the clamps that were on his nipples pull. He felt like screaming, as the pain shot into his body. It was bad enough to be dressed this way, to have those things on his nipples, but this was too much.

‘I don’t know what goes on there, I am not a member yet’

‘Don’t give me that shit, why else would you want to pledge there, if you didn’t know what goes on.’

‘Wasn’t my choice, honest, don’t… don’t that hurts’

Chris twisted the chain a bit tighter, the pain grew. He could feel one of the clamps digging deeper, feel it pulling at his flesh.

‘Like I believe that? Give or it’ll hurt a lot more than it does now.’

‘Honest, it wasn’t my choice, my father insisted, he arranged it all, honest, please, please don’t.’

For a moment he had this idea of trying to duck under the other man’s arms, and run off. The idea was appealing, but if he did, he knew that Chris wouldn’t let go of the chain, and that in running, he’d wind up ripping the clamps off. Even the idea of bearing that pain crossed his mind, he knew he wouldn’t run because it would mean letting the clamps come off. He had to keep them on, or not pass his first test.

Chris’ face moved in closer, and Johnny felt his hand take hold of the clamp on his left nipple. He felt the fingers squeeze against the clamp, making it dig in deeper. He cried out, feeling the pain rolling inside, feeling it make him cry out again, as Chris kept squeezing it. He was making it tighter, and the pain was almost unbearable. Yet he held on, suddenly desperate to not fail this one simple task, to keep the clamps on until this evening.

‘Honest, I don’t know what goes on there, please, stop, it is just a fraternity, stop, God please, stop.’

Chris moved his hand away, and the pain seemed to continue. His eyes were filled with tears, as he reached up to wipe them away, to stare at Chris. God how handsome he was, and how he hated him right now. He had no idea why he was so interested in Sigma Phi Tau, or what it was about it that had him pissed.

‘I don’t believe you.’

He said the words so softly, so quietly that for a second it didn’t register. Then he felt the fear rising inside, just as Chris shot his hand out. Johnny felt the hand wrap around his crotch, digging into the flesh through his pants. His cock was suddenly being squeezed hard in the man’s hands, the pain racing up his body.

‘Tell me’

His words were like shots striking metal. He wanted to tell him, but what? It wasn’t like he even knew, no matter how hard Chris squeezed his balls and dick. There wasn’t anything for him to tell. The pain was too much, his eyes were clouded, and the sweat was dripping from his forehead, as he tried to tell Chris, to plead with him that he didn’t know anything.

Johnny felt his heart pounding, felt it trying to break out of his chest. He could feel his chest heaving, as he tried to catch his breath, to dull the pain that came up from his crotch. Chris squeezed him even harder, digging his whole hand up into his groin. He felt like he was being lifted up by the force of the other man’s hand. His feet seemed to be barely on the floor, as he cried out in pain.

‘Let me go, I don’t know anything, let me go.’

The hand only squeezed him more. It felt like his testicles would be crushed in his vice like grip. Tears were rolling down his face, as he tried to convince Chris, to get him to stop. It didn’t seem to work, as he tried to lift himself up, to ease the pain shooting up from his groin.

Finally the hand let him go, and he sank back down to rest firmly on his feet. He was sweating badly, his shirt was feeling soaked, but the pain was gone. Johnny opened his eyes, to stare into Chris’ face. God, how could someone so good looking be such a bastard he wondered?

Chris stepped back, and stared at him. The eyes, a soft blue in color looked so ominous, so cruel that he felt the panic only increase. He still wasn’t sure that Chris wasn’t going to hit him, and when he lifted his hand up, Johnny flinched. It only made Chris laugh, a rather nasty little laugh that didn’t allay his fears too much.

The hand moved over to his other nipple, the fingers again around the clamp, and he turned away, to look at them. He couldn’t help but watch, knowing that he was about to endure some more pain. He licked his lips, as once more Chris asked him what went on at the Fraternity.

Again he told him he didn’t know, as he watched the hand squeeze the top of the clamp, releasing the claws, and then he tossed them aside, freeing his nipple from the clamps grip. Panic seized him, and for the first time since he realized Chris was following him, he didn’t fear him. Instead he felt like he had failed, that he would never get accepted.

‘Bet that feels better, besides, you can always put them back on, not like anyone would know.’

Johnny looked up at Chris, saw how his face was suddenly much more taut, more intense. The eyes stared hard at him, as his hand moved and he released the other nipple clamp, and then tossed them to Johnny, who grabbed them in mid air. It was all a joke to Chris, a way to just have fun at his expense.

Still, he was right, who would know? He could put them back on, and there wasn’t anyone around who could say they had ever been off. Yet it didn’t feel right, as Chris just stared at him.

Chris stepped back, and stared at Johnny. His eyes were like tiny silvers as he looked him up and down. Finally he shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It felt so degrading, so painful as he stared back, not sure what to say or do. Yet, even in that state he couldn’t help but notice how full Chris’ basket looked. Even that didn’t change his opinion of the guy, and he knew he wouldn’t have any more dreams about him either. The guy was a total shit, and he’d not forget.

‘Keep your mouth shut, if you know what is good for you, got it?’

He just nodded, as Chris turned and headed back the way he had come. For several minutes he stood there, unsure of what had just happened, then he looked down at his bare chest. The marks on his nipples were deep, and he felt ashamed for failing. Okay it wasn’t his fault, but would they understand back at the fraternity?

Wincing, he managed to put the clamps back on, and adjust the weight once more. Then he glanced at his watch, and headed to his class, knowing he’d be late. Still, he had no bruises, and had escaped more or less unscathed. Still having the clamps taken off, bothered him.

All through class and afterwards, he kept wondering if anyone had seen Chris stalk him, had witnessed him threaten him? If they had, would they support him if he went to the Dean’s office? And should he? Wouldn’t that even make it all worse? Like who would believe a geeky freshmen like him over a super jock stud like Chris?

As he approached the house, and was allowed inside, he wondered if anyone would notice if the clamps had been off or not? He doubted it, and for the first time since Chris had squeezed them, he felt their presence. Looking down at them, he realized that he was used to the pain, that somehow they were more of a badge of honour now, rather than just a way to torment him for pledge week.

He was shown into the main room, the dining hall they had called it. A long wooden table filled the entire room, with chairs for the members to sit at. At the far end, at the head was his Pledge Master. Derrick was his name, and he had seemed nice enough, but then too, he was the one who had come up with the nipple clamps.

‘So Pledge Wilkes, I see you are still properly attired.’

‘Yes Sir’

‘Are you ready for your next task?’

Johnny couldn’t see him clearly, the light in the room was soft, and there were too many shadows. Off to his right was one of those giant wooden screens, that hid the service area behind. He felt like he could just nod, or say yes, but he felt the shame inside. It had been a simple task, yet he had failed, and he couldn’t let them know he had cheated.

Okay, he hadn’t cheated really, but he had enjoyed the brief time with the clamps off, and if he didn’t tell Derrick, well that would be cheating then. He couldn’t do that, even if it meant being rejected. Besides, he was used to being rejected.

‘No, no, I am sorry, but they uh, they came off. It wasn’t my fault, Honest, but I put them back on.’

‘What do you mean, they came off? You aren’t telling me they fell off, are you?’

‘No Sir, they were taken off, I swear it wasn’t me, but uh, well, earlier, uh, this guy, well, I don’t know how to say it, but he took them off. I didn’t ask him to, he just did it.’

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know, guess as a prank?’

‘Did it feel like a prank?’

‘No, no I guess not.’

‘Do you know who this ‘guy’ was?’

‘Yes’

‘And?’

‘And what?’

‘Who is he?’

‘What does it matter?’

‘It matters Pledge Wilkes, as you have violated the terms of your first task, now if what you say is true, then give us this person’s name, so we can confirm your story, and so you aren’t rejected for membership, that is why it matters Pledge Wilkes.’

‘Why would I make it up? He did it, and if you don’t believe me, well giving you his name isn’t going to change that, is it?’

He saw the other man, lean back in his chair, as he folded his hands behind his head. It appeared like there was a grin on his face, though why Johnny couldn’t figure out. His heart was pounding, as he waited for the verdict. Somehow he knew he would be rejected, it was like everything he did always turned to shit. This was just one more example, where things had a way of going bad for him.

What his father would say or do, he didn’t know. His note telling him he had to join this place was pretty plain. Either he made it, or he was cut off. No money for tuition, no money for supplies, not even money to live on. He’d have to leave school, and worse, he had no where to go. Home was out of the question, and as his depression seemed to grow, he heard a strange noise. It was like someone else was in the room, and he lifted up his face, to stare over at Derrick.

A shadowy figure suddenly came out from behind the wooden screen. It looked vaguely familiar, as he tried to see into the darkness surrounding him, but he couldn’t. Instead he had to wait, till the figure moved more into the room’s light, and he stood beside Derrick. There was no mistaking that face, that body either.

It was Chris.

‘His father was right Derrick, the kid has balls.’

‘Then I see no need for further tests, do you Brother Chris?’

‘No I don’t, he’ll do.’

‘Good, I concur.’

With that the two men both came towards him, and he felt Derrick gently remove the clamps from his nipples. Then Chris too the wig off, while Derrick removed the earrings as well. When he was shorn of the attire, he felt relieved, and proud of himself.

Chris stood in front of him, and his face was studying his, then it broke out into a smile. He felt the man’s hands reach out, and this time he didn’t flinch. Johnny felt them take him by the shoulders, and pull him close. He felt the hard lump of the man’s groin press into his body, and then the wet kiss on one cheek. Pushing him back, Chris smiled at him, and as he did, his hand moved down and gave Johnny a gentle little squeeze at his crotch.

‘Yep he’ll do just fine’

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