The Blister Boyz
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 09 Jul 2010
Blister Boyz — Ch. 40: Nightmare at Omega House (part 1)
Troy Manning – Heat Blister
Jason Klein – Ice Hazer
David Mercer – Smaqdown
Dennis Lowder – The Humiliator
Walt Hemingway – Major Fry
Brian Tannon – Murky Menace
Jorge Vasquez – Poison Punisher
Keith Grady – The Sticking Point
In the basement of the Omega Upsilon Chi compound, it was time to make it all official.
Ten college freshmen were lined up in the basement, ready to officially become pledges. They were already dressed in their mandatory uniform for when they were inside the compound: A red baseball cap with the frat's letters on them, a jock strap with the frat's letters on the front and the word “PLEDGE” written on the back waist strap, a pair of sneakers and gym socks, and that was it. Vulnerable and exposed, they would be spending the next eight weeks with their asses hanging out so their brothers could test their limits and willingness to accept discipline.
It was a really good crop this year, the brothers all agreed. They always got a ton of guys interested. But often, once they discovered exactly how committed the frat was to hazing and the discipline lifestyle, they decided maybe they weren't as much into the scene as they thought. They only had two who declined a pledge invitation this time.
Vincent, Ryan and Kyle stood there with the seven other pledges. Vincent was a bit nervous and tried not to let it show. He was certain at some point somebody would point to him and yell “Liar!” and reveal that he was only joining the frat as part of some plot the Family was involved in. He even started to feel a little guilty. He hoped whatever the Family ultimately did with the frat didn't screw them over too bad, but he wasn't going to give up his one chance to make a name for himself.
Jorge did bring Vincent back to his room a couple of days ago. He gave Vincent a few swats “for the sake of propriety” he said. As Vincent's big brother, Jorge would be obligated to punish him now and then. Vincent found the paddle swats to not be as bad as he feared, compared to the belt. But he suspected guys like Troy and David were going to pack a little more muscle with their swats. Jorge also let Vincent paddle him, which was a lot more fun. Jorge gave Vincent some tips to make sure the swats landed squarely and equally and after a good ten minutes, he had paddled Jorge's smooth brown bottom good and red.
“Brothers!” Troy declared as the actives all filed into the basement, all wearing official robes and holding their paddles.“We are here to welcome a new group to our brotherhood, here to prove that they have what it takes to be Omega men!”
The brothers all cheered and applauded.
“What builds strength?” Troy yelled.
“DISCIPLINE!” The brothers called back.
“How do we break down barriers?”
“What makes us men!”
“DISCIPLINE!” The chant was followed with more cheers.
“Omega indicates an end,” Troy said. “The joke is, of course, that it refers to our rear ends and our obsessions with them.” The brothers and even the pledges laughed.
“But it also refers to the end of one part of your life and the beginning of another. You will no longer be spanked like naughty little boys. You will be disciplined like full-grown men. It will be intense. It will challenge you. You will be tested. You will be humiliated. You will be broken down and will submit. Then you will learn more about yourself. You will realize why you came here and you will know where discipline fits into your life. And you will become part of a brotherhood nearly as old as this country. You will have friends – brothers — who understand you for the rest of your life. You will find your place in this world. We guarantee it.”
The silence spun out for a few moments for Troy's message to sink in.
“Applicants, raise your right hand and repeat after me.” The pledges all did so. “I hereby submit to membership in Omega Upsilon Chi. I pledge to accept the authority of the officers and brotherhood of the house and to submit to all demands. I understand and accept that discipline and submission will play a significant role in my life from this point forward. I strive to learn from my brothers what the extent of this role will be.” The ten pledges repeated the oath.
“Good. Assume the position. You will each receive five swats from our formal Omega paddles. One from myself, as the current president; one from David, the pledgemaster; one from Dennis, the Rush Chairman; and two from your designated big brother. Once these swats have been administered you are officially pledges of the house and will be treated as such.”
The ten men all turned around and bent over, grabbing their ankles. Vincent's stomach fluttered with nervousness. He hoped he didn't throw up when he got that first swat. He really didn't know how hard it would feel. Troy slowly made his way down the line. CRACK! Kyle, who was the first in line, grunted in pain from the swat. As he moved on, David moved in behind him. KARACK! His paddle swat was much harder and Kyle lost his balance and yelped. He quickly recovered. Dennis then administered the third. The three made their way down the line. Sweat beaded on Vincent's forehead as Troy took position behind him. He rested the paddle across Vincent's large cheeks. He pulled back and WHACK! The pain spread across his cheeks and he moaned softly. But to his surprise, he realized it really wasn't any worse than the belt. At least there was some time to recover between swats. The Family would get all fast and furious with the belt beatings. David came next and he was indeed much harder than Troy's, but Vincent bore it well. This was just a taste though. He knew he was bound for hundreds of swats eventually and this would be but a pleasant memory.
After the three leaders made their way down the line, the big brothers stepped forward behind each of the pledges. Terrell represented all the football players behind Ryan (The football team petitioned that they should all be able to give Ryan two swats for his pledge ceremony, but Troy overruled it as disruptive). The big brothers lined up and in tandem, gave the pledges their two last swats. Vincent was a bit surprised that Jorge really did smack him hard, not holding back at all, but he knew he wasn't going to get special treatment as long as he was in front of the other pledges.
“Stand up pledges, and welcome to Omega Upsilon Chi!” Troy shouted. The brothers all cheered as the new “official” pledges recovered from the swats. The big brothers all gave them big hugs to welcome them to the fold.
“Seriously, was that it?” one of the pledges suddenly declared loudly. “That wasn't scary at all! I thought you guys were going to be harder than that!” It was Rico, a baseball player. The coach that forwarded Rico's profile warned David and Dennis that Rico was a loudmouthed troublemaker and would need a “heavy hand” when it came to discipline. In his short time here already, David already predicted he would take on Brian's role as frat troublemaker once Brian graduated. For a mean streak of fun, David ordered Eddie Chang to be his big brother, adding a rule that any punishment David or Dennis administered to Rico would subsequently also be administered to Eddie. And as Eddie was obligated to accept David's rules, he was going to face even more punishment.
The celebration petered off very quickly. David raised an eyebrow and gave his sharklike smile. He didn't realize he would get to roll out the intense stuff so soon.
“Pledges, you never know when a test might break out,” Troy said, staring at Rico. “Rico here has decided to initiate a Test of Authority. This is actually a test a pledge gives to an officer or brother. Let's see if David passes.”
David put the big paddle down. From beneath his ceremonial robes, he pulled out his wicked little OTK paddle. Rico did not look impressed.
“Sixty-second ride! Sixty-second ride!” The brothers all started to chant. The pledges all looked around in confusion.
“This is going to be good,” Jorge whispered in Vincent's ear. “Keep an eye on David. If you want to be a bad-ass paddler, you'll learn a lot from him.”
David stepped forward and rested a firm, massive hand on Rico's shoulder. David had about six inches and forty pounds on the baseballer.
“You are right, Rico, and as pledgemaster, I apologize,” David said, holding eye contact. “I do not want any of my pledges to start off their term disappointed.” He snapped his fingers. Jason quietly brought over a stool for David and sat it behind him. David pulled a somewhat resistant, confused Rico toward him, sat down on the stool and forced Rico across his knee. Rico looked around confused as the brothers continued their chant.
“It's time to go for a ride, pledge,” David said. “Are you ready?”
“What the hell is going on?” Rico asked.
“I'll take that as a yes,” David said and cracked the paddle down right across Rico's firm bottom. Before Rico could even get the chance to respond the paddle came back up and cracked right back down again. The pledges watched in shock as David administered his first sixty-second ride to the class, not moments after they officially joined. The paddle slammed down again and again across Rico's ass, with no break for him to react or recover. He started shouting immediately. In ten seconds he was begging for it to stop. In twenty seconds he was crying. In thirty seconds he was quivering, bucking and bawling his eyes out. For exactly sixty seconds, David furiously worked his paddle magic across Rico's ass. When it was over, Rico lay there heaving and sobbing across David's lap. His ass was blistered and raw.
Most of the pledges stood there wide-eyed (with paddle veteran Ryan as the exception, of course). Dennis quietly took note of which pledges had the biggest erections, a hint that they secretly wanted to experience a ride of their own. He would let David know later so he could keep an eye out to see if the men would instigate David into giving them rides, too.
“So, Rico,” David said. “Does this experience meet with your approval? Are you now satisfied that you have had the pledging experience that you are entitled to?” Rico sobbed across David's lap and simply lay limp.
“So what do we think, pledges?” Troy asked. “Has David passed the Test of Authority?” The pledges all quickly, affirmatively nodded in agreement. The brothers all laughed.
“Well that's good, then,” Troy said. “I should say that David is a master of this test. He has passed it hundreds of times, always with flying colors. But it's always good to see his skills kept up. Any of you should feel free to request him to take this test again with you as needed.”
“Oh yes,” David said, grinning at the nervous pledges. “I thoroughly enjoy being tested. I always get an A.”
Later in the evening, as David, Dennis and the big brothers started truly giving their pledges' asses what-for, Troy and Walt – in costume as Heat Blister and Major Fry – headed back down to Oranbega to meet with Andrew Porter about his attack.
Troy found himself in an awkward situation. He didn't want to lie to his teammate, but he had promised Andrew not to reveal what they were discussing when Ambush Viper attacked them. Walt was right though, now that he had time to think about it. The nature of the discussion may well be relevant to the reason they were attacked. Andrew had just revealed to Troy that he was in possession of the chemical that gave the Blister Boyz their powers. But rather than just blurting it out, Troy suggested they go meet with Andrew at the scene of the crime so they could more accurately reconstruct the conversation. Not a lie, really. Privately, he informed Andrew of Walt's inquiries and Andrew said they would discuss the matter together with both of them.
They passed through the halls of research and the crystal monitors. Walt pointed out that some of the hazing going on at the frat was visible up on the crystal viewers. Keith had introduced Kyle to his quills in a very specialized kind of spanking. He was wincing and crying as his fellow pledges were pulling them out of his red posterior. The duo checked with the monks, who told them that the boys were all “burning blue,” producing discipline energy.
“Good. Good,” Troy said. “Please let us know immediately if anything odd happens to their readings. We've got some guys playing big brother for the first time and they might take it too far at first.”
As they approached Andrew's office, they heard the sound of paddling coming from within. They asked the monk guards if they should wait, but they waved them in.
“Mr. Porter said you were allowed to witness,” one monk said.
Troy and Walt walked into the office, surprised to find Andrew himself bent over the desk. His pants were down and his muscular bare bottom exposed, covered with a nice little coat of red hair. He was getting paddled by The Augurer. The two boys remained silent. Obviously Andrew wanted them to observe to show that he really was one of them, in case there was any doubt. And to no doubt prove his trust.
“Forty-nine, sir!” Andrew growled.
“Fifty, sir!” He kept his position as well as Walt and his firm ass barely quivered from the swats.
“As you were, sir,” The Augurer said. “Heat Blister and Major Fry have arrived.”
“Ah, thank you, Lawrence,” Andrew said as he pulled his pants back up and turned around.
“Thursday's schedule has proven to be a challenge,” Andrew said to the boys. “Ratings are in free-fall.”
“Sir, I'm afraid you're going to have to admit that Jacob's recommendations were spot on,” The Augurer said. Andrew sighed in response.
“Yeah, I know,” he said as he refastened his belt. “I want to hold off as long as possible because you know how he's going to lord it over us.” The Augurer laughed.
“Yeah, Brian's the same way when he thinks up something nobody else has,” Troy said. “The only thing worse than a loudmouth is a loudmouth who realizes he's right.”
“I'll leave you gentlemen to talk,” Lawrence said, heading for the door. “But don't forget, Andrew: Ad sales are down, and you're up for more swats if you don't get your figures back where they should be by Saturday.” Andrew nodded as he sat back down at his desk. He waved the two Blister Boyz to the seats on the other side.
“Walt, I understand you've hit a dead end in your investigations about our assault and needed to speak with us to reorient yourself.” Andrew said.
“Yes sir,” Walter said. “I've got four days to find a new lead or Dennis is going to have my ass again. I need to know what was going on in the discussion the two of you were having leading up to the attack.”
Andrew tapped his fingers on the desk.
“We were discussing the future of the frat and the Blister Boyz, given the development of your powers,” Andrew said.
“You're trying to decide how much to tell me,” Walt said, noting Andrew's fidgeting. He looked over to Troy, who broke eye contact after a couple of seconds, yet another sign.
“You're getting really good at this,” Andrew said.
“Thank you, sir. Now what is it the two of you don't want me to know. You nearly got killed over it, sir. Is it worth your life to keep a secret from me?”
Andrew gave an exasperated sigh.
“You know, Jacob also told me that the secrets we're all keeping from each other are going to lead to problems down the line. He actually wanted to approach you guys from the start. He was probably right about all that too. That's the thing about rebels. They question everything. When you question everything, eventually you're bound to be right.”
“Sir?” Walt responded.
“We are in possession of the formula for the chemical that gave the Blister Boyz their powers,” Andrew said. “We recovered it from the site after your exposure and have been working to synthesize it ourselves.”
Neither of them knew how Walt would respond. He lost his temper badly last time he was down here because of the secrets kept from him. But instead, he sat back and tapped his lips for a while, thinking.
“Obviously, you're planning to create more heroes with our inclination to help fight the Circle of Thorns and other forces of abuse,” Walt said. Andrew nodded. Walt then looked over to Troy.
“You told Troy this ... because,” he paused in thought. Troy started to respond, but Walt waved him to silence. “I want to think this through. This is what you want me to do for the team, right?” Troy nodded.
After a moment, Walt said, “You need Troy's help, but for what? To decide