1 comments/ 10571 views/ 9 favorites Greek Life Middleman By: Galloglaich Bran looked up into the faces of almost thirty upset and angry girls and briefly wondered how things had gotten to this low point. He sat in a sorority house tied up on the ground with half a sorority, reinforcements on the way, out for his blood. He thought back on how his brother's fraternity had sent him over to negotiate. Him. He wasn't even a fucking brother of the fucking house and they'd sent him to do their dirty work! This was the last time he was letting Daniel pull the "remember who got that chick to pop your eighth-grade cherry...?" Of course, things hadn't been quite how they had described. Bran had been led to believe that things would go smoothly; all he had to do was ensure that several disposable cameras with sensitive pictures of several sorority girls would be returned with their film intact for the return of a stack of sex tapes the fraternity had been creating. When he had arrived to negotiate, he'd been jumped and tied up with what looked and felt like bondage gear. Black, frizzy rope wound around him all over, leaving his arms tied uncomfortably behind his back and his left leg curled up like he was sitting on his knees. He grunted as a foot prodded him for an answer. "Who the fuck told you it was okay to come here without proof that you're gonna make good on what you say? Do you think we're stupid?" the apparent chapter president asked impatiently. "The fuck is wrong with you?! What proof?!" Bran snapped back. The girl didn't look pleased with his answer. "The cameras, asshat!" she shouted. "Well how can I go get the cameras if I'm tied the fuck up?! Nobody told me I was supposed to bring them today!" Bran was fuming mad. There were two girls looking through his wallet in front of him on top of the fact that the chapter president was berating him like he was some kind of idiot for walking into a clearly unstable situation. She rubbed her face with her hand in an exasperated gesture. "I knew we should've just sent Tracy. My god, this is just never-ending with these guys." Bran managed to get one of his hands loose from the rope and worked his forearm out of his messy bindings as the girls spun off into a different conversation and the room got rather noisy all at once. Bran noticed that the attention was no longer on him for the moment. The girl with his wallet tossed it into his lap and he cringed as an undue amount of pain from his anatomy flared up. This was getting on his last nerve. Getting tied up was one thing; getting hit in the nuts was another. He pushed his legs out with everything he had in him, and surprisingly, the rope loosened completely around one of them. He raised his knee to his chest and then kicked out again, feeling the rope slacken around him. Spurred on, he wrenched his arm free and most of the rope fell away from him as everything loosened. He figured that this was his only chance and decided to bolt for the open front door. He grabbed his wallet and almost leapt the distance from the living room wall to the door, surprising everyone in the room and riling up the little terrier that one of the girls kept here. He rounded through the doorway and almost took out a sister coming into the house with grocery bags in her hands. Narrowly missing her, he bounded off the front porch and skipped the steps entirely. By now, the girls were starting to pile out of the house after him with shouts and orders being raised all at once. Bran hit the ground and something pulled tight around his shins. Almost immediately, his legs came out from under him as if someone had pulled his ankles over his head behind him. He fell face first into the yard and slammed his head against the ground. Stars flashed before his eyes and pushed himself to his knees woozily, looking toward his car down the street. A glance back at the house let him see what had caught his legs. The black rope around him was almost completely unwound now, and several girls were sitting on top of it in a pile of tangled limbs, having stepped on it and been thrown off their feet as it came out from under them. Unfortunately for the recent hostage, that same effect had pulled his own feet out from under him. Bran kicked his legs free and got to his feet, heading toward his car as fast as he could hobble with a throbbing skull. The terrier barking from behind him didn't help his head. Fortunately, the trip-up at the door had most of the girls trying to get around their friends and off the porch. Another sister that had been outside blocked Bran's way, and he did his best to shove her aside without outright hurt her. Even given the shittiness of the situation, he wouldn't just punch a girl in the face unless his life was actually threatened. Still, she grabbed at his shirt and her nails tore it most of the way around as she caught skin. Bran just pushed through it and took the pain, sprinting blindly across the street. If he got hit by a car, the sorority would be paying for it. He made it across the street with enough of a lead to get to his car without having to kick someone off his door. He shoved the key into the ignition and his Forerunner cranked to life with a roar. He shifted into reverse and something landed in his passenger seat with a jungle. He didn't look at it as he turned around in his seat and reversed as fast as he could to get the hell away from the cul-de-sac the sorority house was located in. Nearly getting T-boned by a minivan on his way out, he floored it down the street and checked his rearview almost ten times before he called things clear. Something from his right started breathing heavily and he looked over into his passenger seat to find the terrier from the house sitting there, wagging his tail and panting like nothing was wrong. Bran almost stopped the car and screamed. He decided to just go back to his house and sort everything out there. Fuck, this was too much to deal with! What the fuck was that all about at the house anyway?! Bran ran his hand through his hair and let out a long, frustrated sigh. From the other seat, the terrier barked out at the couple walking on the sidewalk, feet up on the edge of the window and tail wagging back and forth like a light-speed pendulum. Bran quickly realized why the dog was here. He thought he was going for a ride. It helped his mood just a little to know that at least one of them was having a good day so far. - Theta Kappa Kappa Sorority House - Karen put her face in her hand and growled unceremoniously as the sisters who'd gotten hurt falling down the steps were helped into the house. She went over the current situation in her head for a few moments before just giving up on how fucked they were right now. They'd let the frat guy get away, and now he'd taken- "Where's Toby?" Ellen asked from the yard. "C'mere Toby! C'mere boy! Toby!" "Ellen," Karen said. "He took Toby. He's with that guy now." "What?!" the sister shrieked in disbelief. Karen could already see the tears starting to well up in the brunette's eyes. "He..." She outright started crying before she could even finish what she was going to say, and several sisters hurried over to bring her out of it. God, she loved that yappy little mutt like he was her baby. Given, he was absolutely adorable and she'd trained him pretty well. Well enough to stay at the house while Ellen was away and not be trouble for the sisters. Usually he stayed with the treasurer Helen in her room, but sometimes he'd wander around the house and get attention from the sisters. Right now though, he was a hostage for the fraternity, Pi Gamma Epsilon. Karen pulled herself together and put on a strong front for the sisters as she walked back into the house and gathered up the sorority for a battle strategy. "How the fuck are we gonna get Toby back?" one of the sisters asked. The entire room fell into upheaval as almost fifty voice rose in clamor over what to do or who was going to do it or how to handle the situation. Karen was already not liking the prospect of having to get the cameras and save Toby from his potential mistreatment or exploitation at the frat house. "Guys..." Karen had to shout to get anyone to hear her at all. It didn't quite work, so she put her hands around her mouth and tried again. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" That did the trick. The room fell silent and all eyes turned to the president, who felt she had a remarkable way of getting the attention of an entire room with less than ten words. Sighing, she laid out a rudimentary plan to get their dog back and get back at the frat house. "So here's the deal. We've got a missing dog and cameras that need to be traded for. Thing is, we only have a few tapes left to trade with. How I see it is we get to trade the tapes for either Toby or the cameras, 'cause they're assholes over there and they have leverage now. We need leverage too. What can we get?" "Well," Helen offered. "We know that guy's last name at least. And what he looks like." Karen nodded. "So we've got his identity. What else do we have? How can we get at these guys? Think girls." The entire group went into brainstorming out loud, and the situation devolved quickly into little groups talking amongst themselves for a solution. Nothing really seemed to stick until someone suggested that they just try to make a trade with the Fletcher guy and not the entire fraternity. "Say that again." "We might be able to get him to give Toby back if we, like, bribe him or something? You know? Like, go over to the house and talk to him alone and see what he wants for Toby. That way we don't have to deal with the whole frat house." "Great!" Karen exclaimed. "Okay, so how do we bribe a frat boy?" "Beer?" someone suggested. The entire house laughed at the reality that beer might be the answer, given that it was a frat boy they were talking about. "Sex," someone else said. "Sex." "Yeah, sex." "Sex." "Sex is always the answer." Karen nodded in agreement with her sisters. "Sex it is then. So, now we just have to pick who has sex with him." There was dead, uncomfortable silence throughout the entire house as it dawned on the sorority all at once that one of them was going to be a whore for a night. They all looked at each other nervously and tried not to think about if they were the one to go. Karen looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. "Great. So...I guess we do this by drawing straws or something, right?" Again, she was met by silence. "I'll go make the cards," Dedra, the vice-president said. Once the bowl of pieces of paper were cut up and sorted out, each sister, including the cabinet members to keep things entirely fair, picked one out from the bowl and sat back down around the living room until everyone was done. All at once, Karen had them open their pieces of paper. She gave a mental sigh in relief as hers read 'NO' in big letters across the folded slip of paper. From across the living room, she heard whimper and everyone turned to see who had been the unlucky girl to be chosen. Tara. Tara the back-woods, country, down to earth Georgian who'd gotten into the sorority because she was one of the nicest people anyone had ever met. As the girl's face turned bright red, Karen felt sorry for her. Given the history between the two Greek entities at war, she was going to get a rough night at the frat house. "Y'all pray for me, please," she said, standing up. Her considerable bosom bobbed up and down as she went upstairs to get changed, head hung low. While Karen didn't want to see any of her sisters go into the jaws of Hell itself, Tara was arguably one of the hottest girls on campus and would definitely be able to get Toby back. Even so, the president couldn't help but feel a little bit responsible for the entire mess they were in with Toby. Maybe it would be better for her to go instead. She'd slept with enough guys to make casual sex basically meaningless. But the unfortunate reality was that if they didn't start out with their best foot forward, they might lose their chance to get him back at all. She really didn't want to, but if it was for a sister... "Helen, if she has any second thoughts," Karen started, sending the treasurer upstairs with Tara. "I'm going instead." "Prez..." Karen hardened her stare as much as she could to look intimidating. "I mean any second thoughts." "Okay," was all Helen could say before going upstairs to catch the busty blonde. - Bran's House - Bran pushed the front door open with his foot and cradled the terrier in his arms as best he could while he walked in. The damn dog had nearly jumped out of the fucking car to chase some tail! Bran sure as hell wasn't going to let go of the mutt until the door was closed and locked. He slammed the door with his shoulder and then set the dog on the ground. Immediately, the spotted canine put his nose to the floor and his tail between his legs, sniffing around uncomfortably. Bran guessed he wasn't used to being outside of his own house, so he left him to his own business. "Hey Roger, you home?" Roger answered from the game room, "Yeah, what's up? D'you bring home the pizza?" Bran groaned. "Fuck man, I forgot. I'll go get it." He turned around to leave, but heard footsteps coming up the hallway. Roger appeared with a pizza box in hand. "Nah, I'm- whoa, the fuck happened to you?" Roger set the pizza box down and pulled out his phone. He snapped a picture as Bran's expression went sour. "A sorority full of angry girls, that's what," he answered. He looked himself over to find his left forearm red from rope burn and blood sticking his shirt to his side. It was ripped half way down the side and needed to be thrown out now. "Best caption ever," Roger said as he fiddled with his phone for a few seconds and then took another picture. "Now take your shirt off. Melissa's gonna want raw pics next." Bran walked to the bathroom, pushing his roommate aside. "Dude, fuck you. Your girlfriend's fetishes can wait. Aw man, they fuckin' went cat woman on me!" As Bran got the alcohol to clean his side with, Roger brought the pizza in with the sorority dog close behind. "So, who's dog?" he asked. "Fuck if I know, man," Bran answered as he took off his shirt and got another picture taken. He grabbed the cotton balls from under the sink and poured alcohol all over one. "He just jumped in my car when I left. I don't know what the fuck to do with him." "You can't take him back?" Roger asked sincerely. Bran rubbed his side clean and ran the last cotton ball over his arm just to be sure it was alright. It stung like Hell. He glared down at the dog and made a face at it. The dog practically ignored him to stare at the pizza box in Roger's hand. "You have no idea man, that fucking place is a warzone. I'm not going back until somebody comes with me. I don't care if I need Seal Team Six; I need backup." Bran took off his shorts and Roger snapped another picture. "It's for Melissa, dude, don't worry." "Seriously Roger, Melissa's "lols" and "omgs" can wait. I'm about to take a shit," Bran replied. Roger was unmoved. "My statement still stands." "Fuck off dude," the injured roommate said while trying to hold back a chuckle. He got into the shower and threw his boxers over the shower curtain. "You shit in the shower?" Roger asked cheekily. Bran turned on the water and hid under the range of the showerhead until the water was warm. "My statement still stands." Satisfied with enough banter, Roger closed the door for Bran and let him take a long, hot shower. Afterwards, he found the dog sitting on the couch in the living room looking at the pizza box on the table in the kitchen. Bran sat down next to him after getting his half of the pizza and turned on the PlayStation. While he watched a movie, he fed the dog the crusts from his pizza. Apparently, that won him some brownie points because the terrier curled up in his lap after the third one and after the fourth he flipped over to have his belly rubbed. Now that he wasn't being a pain in the ass, the dog, whose collar said 'Toby', wasn't that bad of a critter. He didn't bark much and he was pretty calm as far as small animals went. Bran had fully expected Toby to be running around in circles and destroying everything in sight. It was a pretty welcome surprise to have him not be a problem. "So, how's dog-sitting coming?" asked Roger as he went into the kitchen. Bran shrugged. "Not bad, actually. He's a pretty chill guy." "Bitchin'!" Roger exclaimed. Bran gave him a look that asked what was up with his response, and Roger raised a to-go box of Buffalo Wild Wings. "We've still got leftovers from Sunday. But yeah, he seems pretty chill." Roger threw his food into the microwave and sat down next to Bran when he was done. "Watch your food though. He seems pretty serious about it," Bran warned, prompting Roger to raise the box close to his face as he ate. "So, while I've got CoD paused, what exactly went on at that house?" Bran rolled his eyes. "What makes you so interested now? Does Melissa want all the dirty details?" "Fuck no, man. I wanna know how you got a whole sorority to hate you in one day." Bran recounted in his head the events leading up to his encounter with the sorority. With a sigh, he let his head roll back and looked at the ceiling. "Okay, so my brother called me this morning and asked me to go to the sorority house to pick something up. It'll be fine, he said. Nothing to worry about. Just some politics getting done. You're just the middle man." He paused and tried not to think about how much he wanted to punch his brother in the face. "Okay...?" Roger urged him on. "So I get there, and they ask me what I want, and I told them I was there for the fraternity. And the next thing I know there's fifty fuckin' girls pushing me from every direction and somebody get the absolutely fabulous idea that they should tie me up! Then they throw me against the fucking wall and steal all my shit, yell at me for ten minutes and then basically forgot I was even there." "What, were they arguing over who got to suck your dick?" Roger joked. "Sorority full of horny girls can't keep a lid on that forever, y'know." "If I were that lucky I'd have a girl in my lap instead of a dog. God, that fucking place was Hell on earth, I swear. I've never seen more PMS in my life." "So you got tied up. Then what happened?" Bran paused again to think. "Somehow I kicked myself free and bolted for the door for my life. I got out and half way across the yard the ground meets me at what approaches the speed of light. Fuck, I thought I was gonna die. After that, I got up and some bitch did this to me." He raised his left arm to put emphasis on the raw scratches on his ribs. "I sprinted my ass off down the street, jumped in the Forerunner, and got the fuck out of there. And somewhere in there, this fucking guy hops in with me." Roger scratched Toby's belly, causing the little terrier to kick his leg enthusiastically for a while. "Well, unless you wanna keep him, I guess you should go to the frat bros and see if you can get them to return the dog. Other than that though, cool story to tell the kids once you find Miss Juggnificent." "Fuck Daniel. I'm not asking him shit." As if he knew the conversation had shifted to him, Toby rolled over and placed his paws on Alex's chest. He licked the wounded college student's face with his tail wagging back and forth like a windshield wiper. "Then take him home." Bran gave Roger an incredulous look. "They know who I am. They know what my car looks like. They think I stole their dog. Do you honestly think that if I go back up there that they'll just let me walk away?" Greek Life Middleman The roommate rolled his eyes and started for his room, pointing to his camping gear in the corner. "Take the 'nocs out of my travel pack if you want and scout out the area. I'm going back to CoD." Roger went back into his room and Bran lifted Toby off his chest and held him in the air above his face. "How the fuck do I get you home?" Toby barked and wagged his tail obliviously. - Pi Gamma Epsilon Fraternity House - Bran thought long and hard about what he was about to do. He didn't know what was going to happen to Toby if he left him with these guys. Sure, there were a lot of good guys in the fraternity, but there were a lot more that he thought were cunts and had told them several times what he thought about them. Still, this was a better bet that keeping the dog at his own house and having the police show up to get stolen property and arrest him. He'd tried to return the dog, but after taking Roger's binoculars and parking across the street from the entrance of the cul-de-sac to see if anyone was outside, he'd found five sisters waiting in the front yard. They looked like they were out for blood. So, in lieu of dumping Toby in the street and hoping he didn't get plastered across the street by someone's tires, he was here at the Pi Gamma Epsilon chapter house to find a better way to get him back where he belonged. Against his better judgment, Bran rang the doorbell and waited to be let in. The door swung open to reveal his brother, Daniel, standing in front of him with a dumbfounded look on his face. "No tapes?" he asked, ignoring the fact that Bran could even be here at all except to bring back the fraternity's dirty laundry. "No," Bran grunted, still waiting to be let in. "You threw me to the lions, you stupid asshole." "Fucking weak, Bran. I thought you'd pull through for us on this one." He finally stepped out of the way and let Bran in, closing the door behind him. Bran walked through the foyer and found the living room filled with fraternity brothers. All eyes turned to him as Daniel came through with him. "The fuck is that?" one of the brothers asked. "Not the tapes we asked for," Daniel snorted derisively, going into the kitchen. A collective groan in disappointment resounded through the room as a dozen fraternity brothers blamed him for not coming through on a task he'd been unprepared to complete in the first place. "Fuck every one of you. You sandbagged me like I was a fucking middleschooler," Bran retorted. Toby barked in agreement with his sentiment and one of the brothers furrowed his brow at the little terrier. "Is that the sorority dog?" He stood up and walked over to Bran to examine Toby. "Holy shit, it is! Fuck the tapes, we struck gold!" Suddenly, the room came to life with a roar in approval and Bran was turned into a hero in less than thirty seconds. Vodka came out and Bran was given a few celebratory shots, holding Toby all the while and not handing him over to any of the brothers for fear of his safety. An hour later, Bran was sitting on the couch with half the active fraternity brothers in the house, crowded into the living room like football players in a locker room. President Glen Carpenter shook Bran's hand and lauded him as a hero before going back to talking about whatever feud there was between Pi Gamma Epsilon and Theta Kappa Kappa. "As long as we have their dog, they can't touch us. And it goes without saying that this year, they'll have to forfeit the ninety-seventh annual war games and hand over the Caldwell Crown." With that, a roar so loud arose that Bran lowered his head to avoid it and Toby tucked his tail between his legs in fright. Apparently, whatever the crown was, it was fought over in an annual competition between the fraternity and the sorority, and had been going on for about a hundred years. Bran didn't really care. He just wanted to get Toby home and make sure the cops didn't come to his house with a warrant. "So can I just leave him here with you guys then? Because I don't want the cops coming to my house thinking I stole him. It was an accident, and I'm not going back up there to get fucked over again like I did the first time." Bran watched Glen smirk. "Sure. Just toss him in the laundry room and we'll take care of him." "What? No," Bran said. "I've seen your laundry room. Fuck that noise." Glen raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Then where do you want us to put him? Up in the attic? Our backyard isn't fenced in." "If you're not gonna take care of him, I'm not gonna hand him over." "What makes you think you can just walk out of here with that dog?" Daniel asked, as if Bran was about to get the shit kicked out of him if he tried to leave with Toby in hand. Bran stood up and pulled out his phone. "If you stop me, Danny, I'll call the cops and tell them you did it. We're both Fletchers. The sisters couldn't tell the difference between me and you." "It'd be just like you to fuck me over, Bran," Daniel snapped as the younger brother left with Toby. "Whatever." - Theta Kappa Kappa Sorority House - Karen felt a little pang of regret hit her in the center of her chest as Tara came downstairs in Daisy Dukes and a top that exposed all of her toned, tanned midriff. It wasn't hard to see her as the country bombshell that she really was; down past the overalls she usually wore around campus. She was a simple girl, not dumb, just kind of airheaded. And damn was she hot. Karen ushered the non-officers out of the living room and off the porch so she and the other higher-ups in the sorority could speak with Tara alone before she left for what equated to Hell. Helen fixed Tara's lipstick and stood back so the other five girls in the room could survey the blonde and give their approval. Tara flushed bright red at their scrutiny, but it was short-lived as they each gave her encouragement and hugged her, wishing her good luck. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Karen asked one last time. Tara nodded and set her eyes with a determined look. "I gotta do it, for y'all. For Toby." "If anything happens over there that you're not comfortable with. Or, God forbid, someone try to rape you, call the police. Forget about us, you hide in a bathroom or something and call the police." "Hey," Tara said in her own defense. "Y'all don't know where I grew up. I ain't no delicate flower like y'all think I am. I can give a good smack when I need to." She held a fist up and grabbed her bicep to show them all she was strong enough to take care of herself. It gave Karen a little bit of relief to see Tara ready to do the unthinkable. They all wished her well and sent Tara off to her car without much ceremony and with a lot of hope for the best. With any luck, she'd come back with Toby and have the whole thing over and done with tonight. Karen shivered at the thought of having Tara stay overnight at that place. - Bran's House - Bran looked at his phone to check who he'd gotten a text message from and was actually surprised to see it was his brother. He unlocked his phone and read "thanks bro!" on the screen. Confused, he asked what it was about and Daniel just told him to come over to the fraternity house. Bran was at a loss, but decided it couldn't hurt to go. He left Toby with Roger, locked up, and drove over the fraternity house. There, he found all the brothers he had been with earlier that day celebrating and congratulating Daniel for something. Daniel stood up as soon as he saw Bran and threw his arms around him, lifting his younger brother off the ground. "Dude, you fucking rock! Holy shit!" "What?" was all Bran could muster for his brother. This was exactly the opposite how things had gone just eight hours earlier. What the fuck had happened in eight hours that would turn Daniel from the biggest cunt Bran knew into the jolliest man alive? Fuck, the last time they'd actually hugged was when their uncle had died before Christmas three years ago. This was just bizarre. "Bran, dude, holy shit. You will not believe what just happened. Oh my god!" Daniel was ecstatic. He bear hugged Bran again and threw his fists up in the air. "What happened, Daniel?" Bran bit the bait. "You will not believe it. Okay, so you know how you've got the dog Theta Kappa Kappa wants back?" "Yeah?" the younger brother replied warily. "Well, this girl came over earlier, and she wanted to talk with Fletcher alone. Holy shit this girl was hot. Like, Kate Upton hot. She had fuckin' legs longer than dad's Jag. So, she wanted to talk to Fletcher alone, and seeing as I'm the only Fletcher here, we go out back and she says she's here to negotiate..." He held up finger quotes for the word negotiate. "...for the dog's return. So we went upstairs and negotiated for like an hour. And you know what? I popped her fuckin' cherry! She's like the hottest girl I've ever seen and I'm the first guy to fuck her! And it's all thanks to you little bro!" Daniel gave Bran a congratulatory slap on the shoulder and grinned from ear to ear. "You..." Bran was at a loss for words. "But I have Toby. What the fuck did you tell her?" "Well, she thought I had the dog. So after we were done - this is the best part - after we get done, she asked for it back and I told her I didn't have any clue where it was. Bran, she thought I was you! I fucked the shit out of the hottest girl at the University and we get to keep the dog!" "Daniel, that's not cool," Bran said, unimpressed by his brother's antics. Daniel ignored it like it was nothing and then lit up again. "Oh, dude, I almost forgot the best part! After I broke the bad news to her about their dog, she started crying. And I was like, aw fuck, now there's this crying babe in my room, this is gonna fucking go on forever. So, I got all her clothes and threw 'em right out the fucking window and was like, hey bitch, gtfo. And she just fuckin' ran out in her underwear! It was fucking hilarious!" It took Daniel a minute to stop laughing, as well as most of the fraternity around him. Apparently, being a lying dick was celebrated here. Daniel continued. "Whew! It's been like the best fucking night of my life, bro. And it's all thanks to you!" He raised his hand for a brotherly high-five. Bran blinked one to assess the situation and a moment of clarity overcame him. Bran rammed his foot between Daniel's legs and watched his brother drop to his knees like an empty sack. Half the fraternity leapt to his defense, but Bran grabbed his older brother by the collar and glared across the room. "BADGE, motherfuckers! You want me to call my dad or my uncle Jerry and tell him that his fraternity turned to shit two generations after he left? Step right the fuck off; this is a family matter." That was enough to get over thirty grown men to back down without one word in protest. For all their faults, at least they respected matters that were meant to be private and left things to the respective parties to be hashed out by themselves. Bran hauled Daniel out the front door and threw him onto the lawn. Daniel got to his feet and slugged Bran across the face. Bran punched him in the jaw and Daniel staggered to the ground, still trying to recover from the cheap kick in the crotch from just before. Bran kicked Daniel in the ribs and finally let him have it. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Danny?! What the...Jesus Christ! You're a fucking asshole! What the fuck did you do to that girl?! What would mom and dad say if they knew what you did?! You don't shame women for their bodies! What the fuck would Uncle Jerry say?!" "Uncle Jerry-" Bran cut off whatever Daniel was going to say. "He'd tell you that you're a fucking scumbag! What you did to her was fucking disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself! You should be a-fucking-shamed!" He kicked Daniel in the stomach and knelt down while his brother was coughing on the ground. "And you're gonna make it right with her, whether you like it or not." He worked Daniel's wallet out of his back pocket and took his debit card out. He left the house without explaining anything to any of the brothers or making sure that Daniel was alright. As much as he loved his brother, he had acted like the lowest life form on the planet tonight and Bran was going to make things as right as they could be, even if Daniel didn't see "right" the same way the rest of the world did. He drove to the bank and made five two-hundred dollar withdrawals from Daniel's bank account. Given that mom and dad supplied both of them with most of their income, so it was fine if Daniel took a thousand dollar hit. It wasn't like he was in dire need of money, nor would he be without this cash. Bran went home and got Toby after counting out one thousand dollars in twenties. Roger stopped him on his way out. "Hey man, what's with all the cash? Did you sell Toby back to the sorority?" Bran shook his head. "I'm fixing Daniel's stupid shit again." "Oh, well good luck with it. See you later." Bran liked that about Roger; he didn't ask questions when he knew it was better not to pry. It didn't take long for Bran to drive to the Theta Kappa Kappa house and park down the street from it. He counted out a thousand dollars for the third time, mostly out of amazement that he could just get a thousand dollars, three months' rent, in seconds. He looked at Toby and decided that it was best to go put things as close to back in order as they could get. He knew it was a bad idea to go alone. He knew it was going to end up being more trouble than it was worth. He knew that it was going to be a long, long night in this house. But he had to do something about his brother. Daniel couldn't get away with this. He'd used women before, but never like this. This was just horrific. He scooped Toby up with one arm and stuffed the thick wad of cash into his pocket. Locking his car behind him, he walked up to the front door of the sorority house with two girls already blocking any attempt at escape at the porch. "No turning back now," he muttered. He rang the doorbell and four girls answered it. As soon as they saw Toby in his arm, they caused as much commotion as Bran's arrival this morning had caused. Bran set Toby down on the ground and the terrier disappeared into the house with his tail wagging and barking excitedly. Bran quickly found himself ushered into the house and subsequently, in a repeat of this morning, tied up again. Except this time, his hands were bound behind his back very carefully and meticulously. He didn't fight it. He had to make sure that the girl got her money and understood that consequences had been faced. He stayed quiet while the girls reveled in the return of their little friend and he reveled in their affections. His owner, a girl named Ellen, cried when she had him back in her arms and glared daggers at Bran as she kissed and doted on Toby for all she was worth. "Where is the girl that had sex with my brother," Bran finally asked when things calmed down a little. At that, things got very tense and most of the girls fell silent. A brunette with glasses stepped forward and leaned down to level her face to Bran's where he sat on the couch. "What's it to you, Fletcher?" "My name's Bran," he said back. "I've got..." He tried to reach into his pocket, but with his hands tied at such a weird angle behind him, he couldn't get anywhere near it. "Fuck, reach into my pocket and you'll see." Bran straightened his legs out and turned a little to make it easier for the girl to stick her hand into his pocket. She managed to get a sizeable portion of the money out in one go, but didn't look pleased by what she saw. In fact, she threw the money in his face and took off her glasses as her whole face and even her ears turned scarlet in anger. "She's not a fucking whore! Are you fucking kidding me you stupid prick?!" she yelled in his face. Bran ground his teeth together and shook his head. "That's not what I was trying to say. I'm trying to make amends for my brother being a fucking scumbag. I've got nothing else to give her. Just...let me talk to her. Please?" "Helen, get the rest of the money out of his pocket." She then addressed Bran. "She'll come down if she wants to." "If she doesn't, can you please give all this to her? Seriously. I don't care if she doesn't know who it's from. Just let her know Daniel got what he fucking deserved for what he did to her." Bran watched the brunette disappear up the stairs and repeated straightening his legs out and turning to allow Helen access to his pocket. She looked surprised that there was still money coming out every time she pushed her fingers into it. "God, how much is in here?" "It's a thousand dollars. I counted it three times," Bran answered without skipping a beat. Helen stopped. "A thousand dollars?" "Daniel probably ruined a semester of her life here. She deserves her tuition paid for from his pocket." Bran could feel the shame on his face as he turned his head away from the eyes on him from every angle. Helen counted out a thousand dollars by the time the brunette and a gorgeous blonde with red, teary eyes came downstairs. Bran could see why Daniel did what he did. Hell, had he not been here to make amends as best he could, Bran would have tried to catch her himself. "Lucky for you, she wanted to hear what you have to say." The brunette stepped aside and Bran stood up to face the sobbing blonde. "I'm Tara," she said with an extended hand, sniffling. "I, uh..." Bran turned and stuck his elbow out to her as far as he could in lieu of a handshake, as both his hands were tied behind his back. "I'm Bran. The guy you saw tonight is my brother, Daniel. I'm here to tell you that what he did was absolutely unacceptable and...uh, I damn near beat him half to death because of it." "You-" "Look, Tara, I know I can't make things right for what Daniel did to you. And I don't mean for you to take this the wrong way. By no means do I think you're a whore or a hooker or anything like that. But, um, sorry didn't seem like enough, so I brought a thousand dollars to give you to, uh, try and...fuck. I don't have anything else to give you besides money for tuition or something. I really don't want you to think this is belittling you. I know what he did. I can't say sorry enough to help you out, so I thought I could, like, pay some of your tuition out of his pocket...and apologize, and...fuck, I'm so sorry if this makes things worse. I didn't think this through. I..." Tara put her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his chest. She started to cry in earnest and all Bran could do was wait for her to cry it out and soak his shirt with tears. His side hurt from the scratches he'd received that morning, but he bit the bullet and waited it out. It wasn't too long before Tara was back to just sobbing and able to thank him for coming to do what he could. Helen gave her the thousand dollars and she went back upstairs quietly. After that, things settled down quite a bit and most of the sisters left to go back home for the night. It was almost one in the morning by now. After the situation wound down for the most part, the sisters treated Bran with a little more sincerity, making idle conversation with him for a while before they were shooed either home or back to their rooms for the night. Karen, the sorority president, was the last person to see him before all the lights downstairs were turned off. "Thank you for what you did for Tara," she said in a way that made Bran think she was sorry for tying him up. Bran shrugged. "I was raised by good people. And speaking of doing things, can I go home now?" Greek Life Middleman Karen shook her head. "Sorry, but we voted on it before you got here that if we managed to catch you again, you'd be staying for at least a night as punishment. I can't back out of that." She nudged the handcuffs attached to the bar that ran under the couch. "And these were too. Sorry." "Can I get a blanket at least?" Karen nodded. "Yeah, I'm getting that now." She left for a little while and then came back with a blanket and pillow. Bran thanked her and watched her go upstairs and turn the light off for the living room. Bran was left in total darkness. With a sigh, he unfolded the blanket and laid the pillow down against the arm of the couch. He got into a comfortable position with his left leg hanging off the side of the couch because of the cuffs around his ankle. Bran found it almost impossible to fall asleep, given that his hands were still tied together. He'd managed earlier in the night to get them in front of him by sliding them under his butt, but nobody had untied him. So, here he lay with his leg hanging awkwardly off the side of the couch and his hands bound together on his stomach. Of course things would end like this. No good deed goes unpunished, he mused wistfully to himself. At least it wasn't a loss, seeing as Tara had gotten more than an apology and understood that Daniel had been knocked the fuck up as his punishment for lying to deflower a girl and shaming her for letting him do it. Bran didn't know how long he had been lying on the couch trying to sleep before he heard footsteps on the stairs behind him. He tilted his head back to see who it was and was greeted by the blank darkness that had enveloped the house since Karen had turned the lights off upon her leaving. Bran figured it was a sister coming downstairs for something out of the fridge and tried to get back into a comfortable position to attempt to sleep again. The footsteps came closer after leaving the stairs. It took the sorority prisoner a few seconds to realize that they had ended up next to him and he could hear someone else breathing beside him in the dark. "Hello?" he whispered. "Shhh..." came the soft reply. A hand touched Bran's shoulder and moved up his neck to his face. Another found his cheek opposite of its twin and helped him sit up slowly. "What're you-" A pair of moist, warm lips found his and consumed whatever words he had ready after that. Bran tried to raise his hands instinctively to find whoever had just shut him up with a kiss, only to realize that he was still tied up. The girl kissed him for a little while longer, her breathing strangely loud in the otherwise silent room. When she broke away, Bran said nothing, waiting for whoever she was to explain what was going on. "When the Jewel of Troy tells you shut up..." Her lips found his again and she pushed her tongue into his mouth for a brief moment before returning to the dark void between them like a phantom. "You shut up." The Jewel of Troy? Who the fuck... Something deep in all the movies and posters and information Bran had in his head clicked and he leaned forward into the darkness as if it would help him see the girl he knew was less than a foot away. "Helen?" He was answered with the blanket being pulled from the couch and a hand grabbing the knot around his hands. Bran sat up and let Helen move him where she wanted to the middle of the couch. The handcuffs around his ankle rattled like a tin roof in a storm as it slid across the bar on the bottom of the couch. He winced at the noise, half expecting the sisters to run out up in arms, but nothing came of it. After a few seconds of sitting there, Bran felt Helen crawl into his lap with her legs on either side of him. "You don't listen very good, do you?" she asked rhetorically, kissing Bran on the side of his face. "Just lay back..." She pushed his chest and forced him back into the cushiony back of the couch. "And let me give you your reward." "Can you get my hand out first?" the prisoner asked, shuddering as Helen kissed the base of his jaw and worked her way behind his ear with soft, barely-noticeable kisses. "I'll be right back," she whispered. She got up and left the living room for a little while and Bran heard a few drawers in the kitchen open and close. While she was rummaging as quietly as she could through the drawers, it became painfully obvious to Bran that he was sporting a very noticeable and constricted problem between his legs. Sitting there on the couch with a hard-on pushing against his jeans wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, especially since things weren't getting any less tight down there. He looked into the kitchen and found only a faint silhouette hunched over the countertop to let him know Helen was still there. He stayed quiet despite wanting to tell her to hurry up and soon enough the night-shrouded beauty came back and cut through the rope around his wrists with ease. She put the knife on the table and returned to her place on his lap, locking her knees to his hips to keep him in place. "Hold on..." Bran said, trying to put his hand between them. "Let me adjust a little a-" Helen's lips made every word in his head come to a screeching halt. Her hand took his and put it at the small of her back as she leaned her head to the left and pushed him against the couch. Bran was relieved to have her unbutton and unzip his pants while she kissed him and alleviate some of the tightness. "You let me deal with this, alright?" she whispered into his ear, nipping his earlobe as she leaned back up and grabbed the end of his shirt. Bran sat up and let her pull his shirt off, lifting his arms up and following in suit by removing the thin shirt she had on as well. God, she was soft. The kind of soft Bran imagined a girl would only have around her squishy bits. And living up to that expectation, her breasts were plump, round, and as soft as Bran could possibly conceive. He cupped each breast with one hand and squeezed a little to see Helen's reaction. She let out a long sigh and slowly slid her hips up and down against his throbbing erection. The motion sent shivers up Bran's spine. He leaned forward and found one of her pert nipples with his tongue, giving it a little lick before latching onto her breast entirely. Helen's arms went around his shoulder in seconds and she wound herself tightly around him, urging him for more as she ground her hips against his. "You ready?" she breathed as her hand went down to push her panties to one side. Her wet heat coated Bran's erection with warm, wet lubricant and a current of desire ran from his pelvis to the back of his head in an instant. "If you are," he replied, switching breasts to suckle. His right hand slid down her back and grasped her cheek firmly, shifting her forward so his cockhead was pressed against her swollen, dripping labia. Helen squeezed him against her as he pushed up a little with his hips and his glans spread her labia with unbearable slowness. "Oh God," Helen moaned as he slid in enough to have his glans fully rested inside her. Bran bit back a groan and pushed the rest of the way into her body. Their hips met and it was all Bran could do to hold her. Every sense in his body was focused on how Helen's core felt. Bran came away from her breast to breathe and his eyes met hers. He couldn't see enough of her to make out how she looked in the dark, only just enough to see the faintest light from outside gleam in her eyes and the outline of her body take shape. And what a shape it was, slender and shapely, rising above him like a goddess held in bliss. Bran pulled back and groaned out loud at the feeling. All he got was pleasure, every inch of slick, velvety flesh he came back through was a trove of it. Helen's entire body trembled in his arms. Bran came back in slowly, letting Helen match him as they started to collide with careful movements, locked against each other in a slowly loosening grip. Helen's arms slackened a bit around Bran's shoulders and he moved both his hands to the small of her back again to feel the curve of her hips as they moved back and forth against him. They kissed again, deeper than before. Bran couldn't force himself to go any harder than he was right now. The pace they were at was absolutely out of this world. He could feel every fold and ridge there was in her body, sliding back and forth against them with ease and getting closer and closer to cumming with each new roll and grind against her. Helen seemed unwilling to go any harder either. Her arms were still loose around him and one of her hands moved to the back of his neck to steady their kiss. Her tongue slid against his teeth, asking for entry into his mouth. He parted his teeth and stuck his tongue into her mouth before she could react, earning a pleased sigh from her. She pulled him against her and forced her tongue into his mouth with a giggle. Bran's breath hitched as she drew out the motion of their hips to get a rise out of him. He could feel the need to cum getting closer and closer while they kissed. He was determined to hold out until he could get her to cum first. "Mn- How close are you?" he asked, breaking their kiss. Helen stuck her tongue back into his mouth and held him a few seconds longer before replying. "Really close. Really..." She bucked against him and kept his arousal seated as far in her body as she could get it, shuddering all over. Her sex clenched him rhythmically and he felt himself reaching his limits. He pulled back against her body's urging and then pulled her hips down to his as he thrust up. Helen's breath caught and she gripped Bran's head to her chest tightly. "There!" she panted, helping him thrust into her again and again, her inner muscles still pulling him in rhythmically. Every breath she took was accompanied by a little noise in passion, loud enough that Bran would have been worried she'd wake someone up had he not been so focused on the feeling reaching its peak at the moment. "I'm gonna cum," Bran eeked out. Helen forced her hips down harder, encouraging him to cum faster. It was all he could do not to make more noise than her. His need to release finally outstripped his ability to keep it held back, feeling his body do what came naturally. He squeezed his eyes shut as his hips jerked forward and she welcomed him eagerly. Her core was still clenching his cock when he came, lengthy jets of cum filling the curvy blonde's insides quietly. Bran held her for dear life as his pelvis jerked against hers over and over again, trying futilely to feel more of her than was possible. Helen's panting was beginning to get to Tom, as she was doing it right in his ear, filling his head with hot, steamy breath and promises that he had done a good job. Bran didn't know how long it took for his orgasm to end, but it finally came to a close with both he and Helen breathing heavily and sweating enough to make the air moist and cloying. Bran still couldn't see more than a vague outline of her when he sat back against the couch, and was able to see even less when she slumped down against him and laid her head on his shoulder. "You're still hard," she giggled, blowing on his neck coolly. Bran shivered all the way down to his feet and rubbed Helen's ass with one hand like he was going to smack it. "You're that good," he replied. Helen moved her head to kiss his neck and gently nipped him in a playful way. "Well here's a little something to remember me by." She kissed his neck in earnest and suddenly Bran felt pain sear his skin for a few seconds as Helen sucked hard, giving him a hickey. He flinched, but Helen hung on until she was satisfied and then sat up. "That hurt like a bitch," Bran remarked, shrugging the pain away like he would soreness. Helen rocked herself against him and made his knees clamp together in surprise. "If I'm that good, then I'll make you cum twice." The sorority sister sat up and put her hands on Bran's chest, holding herself above him as she straddled his hips. She waited there for a few moments, watching Bran as he caught his breath for the second round of nearly-blind sex. "Something wrong?" he asked as Helen just watched him for longer and longer. She raised a finger to his lips and leaned down so that their noses were touching. "You ever cheated on a girl before?" she asked, completely out of nowhere. As she waited for an answer, her hands rose to either side of his head and enclosed his ears so that all he could hear was his own heartbeat. Her hips started a slow rhythm that made his adrenaline rush again like it had earlier. "No," Bran answered, feeling one of her hands part with his ear. She still stared directly into his eyes in the almost total darkness, kissing him just hard enough for him to feel. He just sat there with his breathing getting heavier and heavier as the pleasure running up and down his shaft with the rolling motion of Helen's hips continued. "Would you cheat on a girl if she had hot friends that wanted to fuck you like I am right now?" She jerked her body against him for emphasis and closed her hand over his ear again so he could listen to his quickening heartbeat as she rode him steadily. "No," he answered again, confused and absolutely aroused. His hands grasped Helen's waist and pulled her tight, forcing her lips against his. She put up little resistance as his tongue parted her lips and explored her mouth again. She was wasting a lot of time asking him random questions and spending far too little fucking him like she said she was going to. As much as he was willing to play twenty questions, he wanted to feel her soft body against his more. Helen's arms wrapped around his head and she gave up on holding his head with her hands. Their mouths broke apart for air and Helen struggled to get enough oxygen to stay conscious it seemed. Her panting was getting way louder than before as he fucked her, bouncing her tits up and down as he yanked her by her slim waist. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh...hng," her legs clamped closed against him as he slammed her body so hard it literally took her knees off the couch. Her mouth went wide and she dove down on him in an instant. Before he could react, he was down on the couch again with her mouth on his, Helen screaming into his throat as she fucked him with hard, bruising thrusts. He responded in kind and her skin crawled across every inch of her body. Bran felt goosebumps rise on her waist under his hands and they didn't go away. It didn't take long for Bran to feel his climax coming on and he tried to break their kiss to get another round at Helen's amazing breasts. "Hm-hm," Helen moaned into his mouth, pushing him down more forcefully to keep their lips locked together. Bran grinned against her and moved his hands down to her full ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze as he slammed his hips against them. Helen's eyes glistened in what little light there was and she bit his tongue. Finally, they broke away for a second and Helen giggled uncontrollably, still riding him like she was going to win a prize if she did it hard enough. "Go out w- with me," she managed through sharp inhales and uncontrollable spasms. "Yeah," was all Bran could say as he felt his cock begging him to hurry up and let go, the urge to cum getting more and more pressing with each thrust. It wasn't much longer before he couldn't hold it back any more and raised his hands to Helen's back and head. In one motion, he flipped them over and plunged into Helen's core as hard as he could, one long, deep thrust that sent him over the edge as their faces came together again and he practically moaned all his desire into her mouth with horny, eager abandon. It was pure and utter bliss to cum this time, feeling her sweat-slick breasts smashed flat against his chest and his cock buried deep in Helen's legend-worthy, velvety folds. Thick, ropey strands of semen filled Helen's body and Bran squeezed her body with his arms until they burned with exertion. Only when he relaxed a little and let their faces part did he realize he was on his toes, trembling to get just a little more push into Helen's beautiful body. He let go of the treasurer and collapsed onto the couch next to her, panting like a marathon runner. "God, that was awesome," he breathed. "Awesome?" Helen asked excitedly, her voice far louder than Bran was comfortable with, considering they were in the middle of a sorority house with dozens of girls sleeping nearby. She mounted his lap again and took his face in both her hands, turning his head to hers in the near-blackness of the dark room. "What?" "That was fucking incredible. I've never had a guy ballsy enough to fuck me. Oh my god." "Shhh!" Bran whispered as he looked worriedly around. Helen snorted indignantly. "Puh-lease, like anyone besides the prez could do anything," she said, lowering her voice nonetheless. "God, I'm still getting chills." They sat quietly for a while, neither possessing the strength to put their clothes back on or get more comfortable. Bran sat in sheer amazement of what had transpired today, especially the last leg of it all. Fucked by a sorority sister in the dark, with a ton of people sleeping not two rooms away. He never would have guessed that would ever happen to him in a million years. "So," Helen began, drawing Bran's attention from his thoughts. "Yeah?" he replied. "When's our first date?" she asked cheekily, planting a little kiss on the tip of Bran's nose. He rolled his eyes at her. "I make you breakfast tomorrow morning at my place?" "That's not very romantic," she pouted. "You can do better than that for a Trojan princess." Bran grinned and gave her a peck on the lips. "And then we get clean in the shower doing dirty things to each other." He saw her lips spread into a wide grin through the darkness. "You're lucky I'm not a real princess, or I wouldn't like the sound of that." - Morning- "Helen, what the fuck are you doing?!" Karen's voice echoed in Helen's ears. The groggy blonde sat up, unlocking her arms from around Bran's broad chest as he lay under her, totally asleep. "Yeah, no, it's okay to just come in here and wake me up. I'm totally a morning person Karen," Helen groaned sarcastically. "Did you sleep with him?!" Karen whispered at a volume that was definitely not fit for a whisper. "Who, my boyfriend? Yes, I did. And I was cuddling with my boyfriend too, until you came in here and started yelling at me." "Your boyfriend?" Karen asked, this time in a much less incredulous tone. Helen smirked. "Yeah. And he's already said he'll make me breakfast this morning." She trailed a finger down Bran's chest and prodded him hard enough to wake him up. "Isn't that right?" "Huh?" he said, opening his eyes to her naked upper body above his, her large breasts dangling just above his chest. His eyes widened some at the sight of her. Oh, how Helen was already starting to enjoy the way Bran looked at her. He looked like a kid getting Christmas presents early. "You're making me breakfast this morning?" "Oh, yeah, yeah definitely," he managed to answer, heaving in a deep breath to wake himself up. He yawned and then propped himself up on his elbows, bare chest pressing against hers. "Helen, please tell me he's not naked under there," Karen said, causing Bran to freeze completely and turn bright red in the face. "And if he is?" the treasurer returned playfully, arching a brow at her best friend. Karen scrunched up her mouth like she always did when she was mad, but couldn't do anything about it. "Get him out of here. Here!" She shoved the key to Bran's handcuffs in Helen's face and when it had changed hands, went back upstairs in a huff. Helen looked back down at Bran, who was embarrassed and confused as all hell. Greek Life Middleman She kissed him on the tip of the nose and smiled. "Good morning." "Morning," Bran replied as his face started to turn back to a normal color. "So, breakfast at your place?" Bran nodded. "As soon as I get my clothes on." Helen gave him another kiss, this time on the lips, and giggled as she felt him getting hard against her thighs. "I think dating you is going to be all kinds of fun," she said, grinning from ear to ear. "Not as fun as breakfast, a shower, and a Sunday with nothing else to do," Bran replied, giving her a grin much the same as her own. Oh yeah, very all kinds of fun.