Of course Zander had seen the guys on campus in their Beta Beta Pi jerseys. They were always unbelievably hot. There were all kinds of rumors about what went on behind closed doors, and initiations far more intense than any other frat. Who could say how much was true and how much was just rumors motivated by the envy of those who couldn’t get in. Nobody was talking, least of all the Brothers. Zander wanted in, though. He was willing to brave the initiation… at least he thought he was. As much as he was titillated it was also daunting. He really didn’t think he had what it took, though. These guys were the best of the best. Then one afternoon, lying in bed in the after glow of a Grindr hook up, his hookup rolled over and said, “Dude, do you know about Beta Beta Pi? You should pledge.” The interview was tough. And strange. Zander wasn’t sure what the right answers were supposed to be. But before he left, one of his interrogators snapped his pic though. Two days later, he got a text, “Knock on the frat house basement door Friday night at 9. Don’t be late.” Zander was right on time. He stepped into a room that was totally black. Three of the hottest guys he had ever seen were sitting on a sort of platform. The leader of the group said, “Ready to prove you belong? Tonight you’re ours.” It was either the best night of Zander’s life, or his worst nightmare.