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Pledge Humiliation Party Games - 8
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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Some of the more ordinary horrors visited upon 
fraternity pledges are discussed in detail. (M+/M, nc, 
forced, huml)

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With all the extreme sadism that went on during my 
hazing, I wouldn't want to leave the impression that 
normal hazing activities were ignored. Oh no, we were 
constantly humiliated in countless little ways, but 
once you have been degraded by having a dildo shoved up 
your ass, or once you have been made to suck dick, 
those other smaller embarrassments seem like Heaven. 

I'd like if I might at this point talk about some of 
those minor humiliations, as my therapist says it might 
help me. Speaking of my therapist, a strange thing is 
happening which he says is not all that uncommon. I 
mentioned to you that he is using hypnosis to help me. 

Well, after our sessions I often find my rectum 
incredibly sore and my ass lips swollen and my mouth 
and throat sore. He says that is a psychological 
reaction due to my body remembering the abuse it 
endured. He says as I recall my agony, my body takes on 
sympathetic symptoms of what actually occurred. He says 
this is actually a good sign and I shouldn't worry.

Anyway, one of the games that we had to play was 
getting our body signed by guys and girls around 
campus. We were often made to go around campus wearing 
only shorts and nothing else, even bare foot sometimes.

To get a signature, we had to strip bare assed naked, 
and then get on our knees and ask the person to please 
sign our body with a permanent marker. Like a scavenger 
hunt, the frat brothers assigned us certain people 
whose signature we had to get. For example, we had to 
get one teacher's signature. We had to get ten sorority 
girls' signatures, we had to get ten signatures from 
guys belonging to the gay pride organization. That was 
really embarrassing. And we had to get one girl and one 
gay guy to sign on our dicks. And the signature on the 
dick had to show that the dick was erect at the time of 
signing.

Then we had laundry duty. We had to wash the dirty 
socks and underpants and jock straps of the frat 
brothers. Well, we had to wash all their stuff, but we 
had to wash those special items in a certain way. To 
make sure that all the stains got out, we had to suck 
on the underpants and socks and jock straps before we 
hand washed them. I can't tell you how physically sick 
that made us. We had a permanent puke bucket in our 
room. 

The frat brothers made sure their jocks and socks and 
underwear were particularly rank too. As if that wasn't 
bad enough, we also had to suck clean the panties of 
the sorority girls. In this photo you see one of the 
pledges sucking on a pair of panties while some uppity 
sorority cunt directs him. It got so we really hated 
these bitches, I mean they were more sadistic than the 
frat brothers. I don't know how this thing gets so out 
of hand.

Once a week we were allowed one phone call either to 
our moms or to our girlfriends back home. The rules for 
phone calls were very strict. If we called our moms, we 
had to be bare assed and maintain an erection all 
during the phone call. We had to also continuously 
masturbate while we talked to our moms. Imagine the 
shame of that. 

The frat brothers would play with our nipples and 
assholes while we talked until we were so excited we 
were grunting and moaning, and then we had to make some 
excuse to our moms that we were a little under the 
weather. I never got over the shame of that, and when I 
see my mom now, I still remember listening to her voice 
while I pumped my prick. 

Sometimes they would make us call our girlfriends and 
read a prepared script. We had to tell our girlfriends 
back home that we were so horny we were jerking our 
dicks while we talked to them. We had to tell our 
girlfriends how badly we wanted to fuck them. And we 
had to use those crude words. We had to say shit like, 
"Oh baby, I really need to fuck you bad. I need my dick 
in your pussy!" 

More than a few guys lost their girlfriends because of 
those nasty phone calls. If we didn't read the prepared 
script, we were ass paddled until our globes were black 
with blood blisters. One poor pledge who really lost it 
was made to telephone his thirteen year old sister and 
tell her he was jerking on his dick and how he wanted 
to fuck her. It was really sick. 

Of course we were not allowed to shoot our loads for 
weeks sometimes and we were made to masturbate 
constantly, so our balls were swollen and heavy and 
filled with cum. It was fucking painful. You can see in 
the picture of Marty calling his mom, how swollen and 
full his nutsack is. Did I tell you we had to weigh our 
fucksacks on a scale every morning. And it had better 
weight the same or more than the day before. If it 
weighed less, we were told we must have shot off and we 
were punished. 

Not only were our cumsacks weighed, but our dicks were 
weighed and measured constantly. If a pledge had a 
small dick(Not one of my problems thank God) it was 
especially terrible for him. The Frats loved to parade 
him around naked showing his peanut dick to everyone. 
The sorority girls were forever measuring it and asking 
him, "Is that really as big as it gets?" 

They would laugh and tie ribbons on it and write how 
small it was in marker on his bare chest. George was a 
really big muscular football player, but he had a 
really small dick. They would reduce him to tears. He 
would be invited to parties just to walk around bare 
assed showing his tiny dick. He was made to recite a 
little speech he had to memorize about how his prick 
was too small to ever fuck a girl, so he would have to 
become a cocksucker. 

Actually his dick was too small to ever fuck a girl. 
Its sad that even we pledges would laugh at him. He got 
out of a lot of other hazing horrors because of it, but 
I wouldn't trade places with him. I don't know how he 
ever endured it, but he did, and he got into the frat.

Of course we also got paddled constantly. And bare hand 
spanked, and beaten with belts, wire brushes, ping pong 
paddles, You name it. Several times I was so battered 
and black and blue that professors asked me if I wanted 
to report any abuse. Of course I didn't. I had to learn 
to take it as Billy Chote always said.

Next time I will get into some of the really sick stuff 
they did to us. Would you believe nasty perverted 
toilet games and shit like that? I am shaking pretty 
badly from writing this and need to take my pills. It 
seems like I need to see my therapist more and more. Am 
I getting better or worse, remembering all of this? 

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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