("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

Pledge Humiliation Party Games - 15
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

***

The pledges are made to serve at parties and also Billy 
Chote picks one pledge for his own toy. (MF/M+, nc, rp, 
bi, huml, ws)

***

As the days went on, the hazing grew worse and worse. 
The remaining pledges had to not only do their own 
chores, but also the chores of the pledges who had 
dropped out. We were all forced to sleep naked in one 
small closet, piled on top of each other. There was a 
light on in the closet at all times and video cameras. 
The door was locked so we couldn't get out. 

At times we were ordered to masturbate for over an hour 
at a time without cumming. Imagine seven guys in one 
closet all jerking off, our bodies piled on top of each 
other. It was so fucking gross. When we were allowed 
out, we had to all piss and shit together into a huge 
wash tub in the basement. Then, we had to wipe each 
others asses, we were not allowed to wipe our own. We 
had to wash with a hose and ice cold water. I know, it 
sounds like a concentration camp, and that's what it 
felt like too.

The most difficult thing was to keep up our studies 
during this time. We had to maintain erections while we 
studied. If we lost our hard on, we were punished. Of 
course we were always herded out to serve at parties, 
or to be the entertainment. At lots of parties we 
pledges were paired up and had to make out with each 
other for the amusement of the guys. 

We had to tongue kiss, masturbate each other, and even 
upon occasion suck and fuck. Billy Chote said he knew 
we secretly loved it, and that was why they had us do 
it. My therapist now says that it may be true that I 
secretly loved it, in which case much of the abuse 
would be my own fault as I was a consenting adult. 
That's a crock of shit, but what can I say to a 
psychiatrist? 

I have endless photos of us standing around bare-assed 
at parties with fully clothed guys and gals. We 
actually started to get used to it. The endless jokes 
about how our dicks were much too small to fuck cunt. 
We had to serve drinks at the parties, bend over to be 
tables to set drinks and snacks on, crawl around doing 
tricks for the guest, and also... some of us had toilet 
duty. Toilet duty was the worst for many of us. 

We had to kneel in the bathrooms and the guys would 
piss in our mouths. I mean, I had learned how to take 
Billy's piss, and the piss of some of my future frat 
brothers, but to have to kneel and be a urinal, just 
taking load after load of piss from strange guys until 
my stomach was bloated out like some pregnant bitch. 
That was awful.

Another one of the most embarrassing things to happen 
to us was at one party held in a classroom on campus. 
We were ordered to strip bare assed as usual, and then 
a gang of about ten teenage high school girls came into 
the room. One of the girls was the sister of one of the 
frat boys and she had set it up. Now I know many of you 
who are studs out there think it would be cool to show 
off for some teeny bopper pussy, but let me tell you, 
it was horrible. 

We had to get erections and then the girls felt us. 
Many of them had never seen a real live dick before. 
They were fascinated. They kept asking why some of us 
had dicks that were so much larger than others. The 
frat brothers explained that faggots had smaller dicks, 
and many of us were faggots. Then we had to kiss each 
other in front of the high school girls. 

They masturbated us and made us stick our fingers up 
our asses and spread our ass cheeks and play with each 
other. For almost two hours they handled us like we 
were cattle. They made us cum, and then the frat 
brothers made us lick up each other's cum. 

The girls thought this was gross and wild and they 
laughed and laughed at our humiliation. We had to lick 
each other's assholes and they cheered us on. That day, 
I truly wanted to die. My therapist says I was just 
over-reacting to a little innocent fun.

It was about this time that Billy Chote to a special 
interest in me. I don't know why. I never did anything 
to offend him, nor did I ever do anything to attract 
him. But I became his favorite play thing.

He left orders that I was to wake him in the morning. 
Here's how I had to do it. I had to crawl into his room 
in the frat house, and crawl onto his bed and under his 
sheet. If he was on his back, I had to wake him by 
gently licking his ball-sack. If he was on his stomach, 
I had to lick his ass crack. If he had been fucking 
some cunt the night before, his dick was often flaky 
with dried cum and cunt-sauce. It was pretty gross 
because the slop also covered his balls and I had to 
lick it off.

After he woke, he would sit at the side of the bed and 
make me lick his dick and his armpits. Then he would 
put his dick in my mouth and take a morning piss. I had 
to swallow it all. Then came what for me was the worst 
part. I actually shook anticipating this horror. He 
would make me open my mouth, and he would blow his nose 
into my mouth.

Is that the grosses thing you ever heard of or what? I 
wondered if other pledges had to do this too, but I was 
too mortified to even ask anyone. He would blow his 
snot in my mouth and make me swallow it. The first few 
times I puked and got paddled until my ass was black. 
So I soon learned. If I did a good job, I would get a 
pat on the head, and he would call me, "Good piggy 
pledge." Then he would stand, scratch his big naked 
nuts and pad to the bathroom. 

I still wake up from nightmares of Billy Chote doing 
sadistic things to me. My therapist says it may 
indicate a secret homosexual desire for him. How can 
that be? I loathe him and fear him like no person on 
this earth. My therapist says I may be repressing a 
secret desire for him, and perhaps it was my own desire 
that he picked up on and that drove him to degrade and 
abuse me. 

So he is saying that maybe it is my own fault! He says 
normal boys will sometimes act in a sadistic way if 
faggots lure them on. He says it is a natural outlet 
for a healthy heterosexual boy. So he is saying I am a 
homo and brought this on myself. 

I am so fucking confused. I never thought I was a homo. 
I mean, I dated girls. I lusted after girls before all 
of this started. Now I can't even get it up in front of 
a cunt, I am so fucked up. And I am only nineteen. What 
will happen to me? My therapist still wants to set up a 
meeting with Billy Chote, but I am so freaked by the 
thought of it that I tremble and stutter and start to 
cry.

When you learn what they all did to me, you will 
understand, I hope. 

To be continued...

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

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 41