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Pledge Humiliation 
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

***

The humiliation of college Fraternity hazing. (MF/M, 
nc, bi, voy, huml)

***

I wasn't always like this. A human wreck at twenty, 
afraid to go out socially, unable to make friends, 
sexually inadequate, and freaked out. NO, at eighteen, 
I was a promising college freshman with good grades, a 
healthy attitude toward girls and dating, and the world 
waiting for me to conquer it. Then I pledged a 
fraternity. Now I know people love to close their eyes 
to reality so that it makes their lives simpler to deal 
with. Okay, so most colleges have outlawed fraternity 
initiations and hazing because of a few tragedies which 
occurred mostly through drinking games and the results. 
So, because the colleges say there is no hazing, dos 
that mean that it's true. Come on, you know better than 
that. It just goes underground. 

So when I was asked to pledge the most popular 
fraternity on campus, I jumped at the chance, even 
though I was told there was a really rough initiation 
and only a few of the "best" made it in. I am a 
smallish kid. A good swimmer, but not much of an 
athlete otherwise. In high school, everyone always said 
I was good looking, and although I was still a virgin, 
I had done pretty much everything else a guy and a 
chick can do. I mean hand-jobs and getting blown. I was 
always shy, and now I am of course even worse. I am 
often afraid to leave the house now, and spend most of 
my life in my room. And all because of my hazing. 

I don't know if some of the frat guys had it in for me 
or what, but right away they started calling me faggot 
and girlie-boy and sissy. I laughed and took it, even 
though it embarrassed me. Some of the frat guys would 
slap my ass and pinch my cheek and call me honey and 
ask if I wanted to blow them. I made light of their 
jokes, but as the first weeks of my fraternity 
initiation went on, it got worse and worse. Billy 
Chote, my pledge master was especially mean. He was a 
real jock, and he kept suggesting to me that it was all 
right if I wanted to confess to him that I didn't dig 
chicks and loved big jock dick. He would grab his 
crotch right in front of the other guys and say to me, 
"I'll bet you can't wait until you can suck on this, 
huh pussy? And feel it stuffed up inside your little 
faggot ass-cunt?" Billy has a huge cock. I'd seen it in 
the locker room, and all the guys talked about how he 
ruined a cunt for everything except nigger dick, once 
he fucked her. 

At first the hazing things were just stupid. We had to 
wash the jockstraps of the frat brothers. We had to 
make dinners for them and clean their rooms. Billy gave 
me his used condoms and told me to start a collection. 
I had to date each condom and put the name of the girl 
fucked and the type of fucking she endured etc. I had 
to mount all of this on a large board in my room and 
label the board. Pledge-Master Billy's Fuck Conquests. 
Of course the sight and feel of the used rubbers was 
disgusting to me. But much worse was to come. 

One day, all the pledges were ordered to report to the 
small mostly unused gym adjacent to the field-house on 
campus. We were ushered into a back room where we were 
told for the first time to strip bare assed naked. Now, 
I guess we all suspected that sometime during our 
hazing the humiliation of nudity would be used. As I 
say, I am a very shy individual, the kind who can't 
even take a crap if there other guys in the public 
bathroom. I am always amazed at dudes who talk to each 
other while they shit in their own stalls, making gross 
noises and grunting, while they carry on perfectly 
normal conversations about sports or chicks or 
whatever. I could never do that. I also was very shy 
about my body, being small and all that. I mean, I 
guess I am cute, but fuck, I just don't know anymore. I 
don't know anything anymore. I don't think I will ever 
date a girl again. 

So, laughing and joking, we started to strip. Billy and 
the other pledge-masters told us to hurry up. Billy had 
his usual wicked grin on his handsome face. 

I was down to just my underpants in no time. There I 
stood in just my Calvin Klein briefs, feeling really 
stupid. 

"Come on Pussy, everything off!" Billy yelled at me, 
grabbing my right nipple and giving it a twist. 

Some of the other guys were as embarrassed as I was, I 
could tell. I slipped my underpants down over my hips 
and let them puddle at my feet. Then, I stepped out of 
them, covering my genitals with my hand. 

"What's the matter, Cunt-face, are you afraid to let us 
see your clit?" Billy taunted, slapping my naked ass 
hard. "Girl like you should be proud to show her pussy 
to the boys. It's the only way your ever going to get 
all the dick you want and need." The he did a gross 
thing. He wiped his finger along my ass crack. I 
jumped. Several of the guys laughed. They were all 
watching. Then he took the same finger, brought it to 
my face and rubbed it across my lips. I could smell my 
ass, even though I had just showered before the event. 

Some of the guys were hopping from foot to foot in 
nervousness. All of us were cupping our cocks and 
balls. 

"All right girls, three laps around the gym....now!" 


We wanted to get away from the sadistic frat boys, so 
we hurried out into the gym to start our laps. It 
wasn't until we were well into our run that we looked 
up, most of us, to see the varsity cheerleaders seated 
in the bleachers. I wanted to die. These were the most 
popular girls on campus, and the ones who dated all the 
varsity jocks. I admit that I'd masturbated thinking 
about many of them often. I used to masturbate a lot 
back then, about three or four times a day. I was what 
you might call jerk off crazy, it seemed like I was 
always feeling the need to play with my dick. Although, 
I guess that's not unusual for a guy of 18 which is how 
old I was at the time. 

So, cupping our pricks and nut-sacks, we ran toward the 
laughing cheerleaders. All of us were truly 
embarrassed. I could feel the tension in the guys 
running next to me. Some of them slowed down a bit and 
some of them groaned out loud. 

As we reached the girls, we heard them calling out 
really rude things to us like, "Come on, show us your 
dicks. Look at the ass on that one. Oh, I'd like that 
up my twat." All kinds of sick shit. I guess it was 
funny to some of the guys, but not to me. As I say, I 
had always been very shy and came from a religious 
family. Even my gropings in my car and the few blowjobs 
I gotten from girls, had made me feel terribly guilty 
afterward. 

Then I heard Billy's voice call out. "Pledges...halt. 
Stand at attention asses to the girls." We stopped and 
formed a kind of ragged line, turning our asses to the 
girls, who applauded and commented on which boys had 
the best looking globes. 

"Mike has flabby ass-cheeks. I hate flabby ass-
cheeks..." One girl said of the guy standing next to 
me. "Look at the cute tush on Ryan," another said of my 
ass. "All smooth and round." 

Billy's voice cut through the gym. "I said stand at 
attention. Not with your hands on your sacks like some 
fourteen year old who can't keep his fingers off his 
dick."

One by one, we dropped our hands to our sides, exposing 
our naked cocks and scrotums to the empty gym in front 
of us. 

Mary Ebberheart, a senior and an assistant coach as 
well as cheerleader leader was the first to see our 
dicks. She walked around us and looked right down at 
our cocks. 

"Well, well, well, what have we here? You look as hung 
as twelve year olds." She said. All the girls and the 
frat guys roared with laughter. We tried to take it in 
stride but it was terribly embarrassing. "Alright 
worms, I want to see some deep knee squats, and make 
sure you stick your asses out so the girls can see your 
holes. If the girls can't see your assholes, you will 
be punished." Mary said. 

Billy's voice rang in the gym. "You will be punished by 
getting spanked... on the balls." 

I couldn't believe this was happening. One by one we 
put our hands out in front of us, like in gym class, 
and began to do deep knee bends, our asses pointing at 
the cheerleaders behind us. 

"Legs farther apart, so the girls can see your 
assholes!" Billy barked, and Mary stepped back to see 
our asses. More disgusting comments about which of us 
had too much asshole hair, and who had the cutest 
pucker, and then about whose balls hung down the lowest 
so the girls could see the swinging scrotum. 

I don't know, having a girl talk about your nut-sack I 
guess can be erotic if you are making love, but when 
you are naked in front of a whole bunch of them, doing 
forced exercises, and they are talking loudly about 
which guy has the cutest fuck-sack, it was just 
horrible. I have to admit, it made me feel pretty 
vicious toward the girls. I wanted to fuck their brains 
out... rape them... hurt them. I don't know why to this 
day. I felt like an animal. Less than human. 

"All right cunt-boy, enough. Now stand up, at 
attention, hands at your sides, and turn and face the 
cheerleaders." 

I thought I was going to faint. A dozen girls were 
about to see my naked dick and balls. How could this 
be? I wanted out, but I didn't dare quite now. Had I 
known this was only the start of my torture and 
torment, I think I would have walked out right then, 
but how was I to know? Besides, there were other dudes 
suffering with me, so it was somewhat easier. Later, 
when I was humiliated and degraded constantly 
alone...the only one bare assed in a room filled with 
fully dressed people... that was the worst. 

Jeff has a really big thick dick, and I guess he's 
proud of it, because he turned right away. The girls 
cheered. Then one by one the rest of us turned while 
some kid from the school took photos of us going 
through all of this shit. The girls applauded and 
cheered us. Then they started to comment on who had the 
biggest dick and who had a baby dick. Of course when a 
guy is flaccid you can't really know how large the cock 
is. But still, it's pretty demeaning to be called 
"Baby-dick" in front of other guys and girls. 

"Ryan step a little closer to the girls, they can't 
even see your peanut prick from way back there..." Mary 
said. Everyone laughed and I stepped in closer. 

Billy walked down the line. 

"You call those fuckers, boys? Shit, these girls want 
to feel man cock...they could do better sticking a 
swizzle stuck up their pussies. You call that a fucker, 
Mike?" 

"Yes Sir." Mike answered. 

"It's not even two inches long." 

"It's not hard sir!" 

"Oh, is that the problem. Well then boys...why don't 
all of you just get your dicks hard for the girls!" 

"Oh Christ... no... not that!" I prayed. 

"Come on, Assholes, you got thirty seconds to show us 
full fledged boners...or you get your scrotum's 
whipped."

Filled with terror and embarrassment, we reached down 
and began to finger our cocks and balls in front of the 
girl cheerleaders and our future fraternity brothers.

note: I have photos from this hazing available if you 
write to me.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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