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Pledge Humiliation Party Games - 9
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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The hazing turns anal to the discomfort of the pledges. 
(MF+/M+, exh, nc, rp, tor, oral, anal, huml)

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Its time for me to share with you one of the more 
disgusting aspects of our hazing. What our frat 
brothers called "ana exercises, or sometime anal well 
being." Billy Chote whom I think you realize by now is 
something of an asshole himself made a very formal 
speech to all the pledges about how they didn't want 
any assholes in the fraternity but only nice upstanding 
well behaved citizens. This was all bullshit of course. 
Then he went on to say there was a scientific reason 
that "guys who are assholes" are called "assholes." 

He said that studies have proven that guys who behave 
badly often have restricted rectums or clogged anal 
passages. This creates a feeling of internal discomfort 
that manifests itself in bad behavior. All of this of 
course was just more sadistic shit to allow the frat 
guys and their girlfriends to mess with our asses. 

The pledges with the cutest asses got the worst of it. 
Guys with really smooth round muscular globes got 
paddled the worst. Two guys got ass beaten so badly 
that they had to go to a doctor for medical help. The 
doctor was an alum of the fraternity, so it was never 
reported. 

But it was the inner anal activity that was the most 
degrading. For example. We were no longer ever allowed 
to shit unsupervised. Every time we were allowed to 
take a shit, four or five frat brothers and or their 
girlfriends would watch us. We could not use the 
toilet. No, we had to squat over a tin "shitdish" and 
shit that way so they could see everything. We had to 
announce, "Turd emerging, Sir." "Turd Dropping," and so 
on. 

I cant tell you how devastating it was for those of us 
who craved privacy when we dumped. I am the kind of 
dude who doesn't even shit in public toilets because I 
think it is so gross to make those sounds and do that 
stuff in a room that has other guys in it. I know some 
jocks love fart jokes and that kind of stuff, but not 
me. So it was really difficult for me. After we shit, 
another pledge had to wipe our asses. We were only 
allotted a certain number of toilet paper squares, so 
that if we used them up, we had to use our bare hands 
to wipe each others shitty asses. 

And to prove we had done a good job wiping, we had to 
lick the ass we had wiped afterward to show it was 
clean, the first few times I puked.

It got worse and worse. Sometimes we had to measure 
each others turds and keep a record of it. Length and 
circumference of each turd, so of course we had to 
handle them. Some guys just couldn't take it. 

Then there were the dildos. Well not just dildos, anal 
probes of all shapes and sizes. It was uncommon to see 
a pledge crawling around the frat house naked with a 
kitchen utensil up his asshole. Wooden spoons, 
spatulas, wisks, relish bottles, candles, carrots, 
cucumbers, you name it. Our asses were totally opened 
up, "for our own health's sake" they told us. 

I am reminded of Rick, one of the pledges with a really 
hot ass, or so the chicks on campus said. I am reminded 
because my therapist has asked me to write a five 
hundred word essay describing Rick's ass in detail. I 
don't know why but he says it if part of my therapy. 
I'd like to just forget all of this, but my therapist 
says I will only repress it and I have to work through 
it with his help. Last week he made me write a five 
hundred word description of Billy Chote's dick.

I mean what can you say about a dude's dick? Well you'd 
be amazed, after the size and shape and smell and 
taste, you can write about the texture and feel of it 
in your mouth and up your ass. Things like that. Jesus, 
I know I sound truly fucked up, but it's not me, 
believe me, its the frat initiation that caused all of 
this. It's the frat that is fucked up.

Anyway, when I told my therapist about the kitchen 
utensils up our asses, and how it hurt and how 
embarrassing it was, he brought in all kinds of stuff 
of his own, from his own home I guess, that's how 
dedicated he is, and he had me demonstrate for him. 

I guess it did help, because it brought back so many 
memories. He would gently help me by saying things 
like, "was the wooden spoon up your ass that far? See 
if you can get it farther up your ass, see if that 
brings back any new memories." The only part that 
really freaks me is when he has five or six other 
therapists in to watch me do this stuff, but I guess I 
am kind of a unique case and I have to help the medical 
profession. 

But back to Rick. Rick has this really awesome ass, as 
you can see from the photos. He was a real macho guy's 
guy too. He has a really cute face and a kind of cocky 
smile. So they were forever at his poor ass. They would 
make him model and they would shove kitchen utensils up 
his hole. They would make him smile for the camera and 
pose like a model with stuff stuck up his ass. And then 
they would pass this out around campus to lots of 
chicks and guys. Some really sadistic frat brother went 
too far and send a whole series of photos to Rick's 
fourteen year old brother who now calls him a faggot 
and won't talk to him. That's what I mean by going too 
far.

I mean how would you knowing that members of your 
family have seen photos of you with things stuck in 
your ass. And they would think it was so Goddamn funny 
too, they would roar with laughter and prowl the frat 
house looking for other stuff to force up our assholes. 
Now in addition to the humiliation, there was the pain. 
Getting an eight or nine inch object shoved up your 
asshole hurts. My therapist says it is probably good to 
experience it, as it teaches us how chicks feel when we 
fuck them in the ass. 

I don't buy that. I mean, chicks are made for ass 
fucking, dudes are not! And then things got even worse. 
They started to make us go to class with dildo's and 
ass plugs up our rectums. We had to learn to walk with 
eight to ten inches of rubber dick up our asses. They 
would be taped up there so they could not come out. All 
the kids knew, but the way we walked, kind of bent over 
and real stiff. It hurt so fucking back. 

My therapist wanted to understand this concept so he 
had me put a ten-incher up my ass, something I had not 
done since my pledging days, and he took me to lunch 
that way, he studied how I walked and sat, and how 
degrading and painful it was for me. He invited five 
other doctors along to observe as well. They kept 
asking me questions like, "Does that make you feel like 
you are more of a pussy than a man? How does it make 
your dick feel? Is it way up into your intestines? When 
you are plugged with a rubber cock like that, do you 
respond sexually more to women or men?" 

After that we had a hypnosis session, which really 
wiped me out. All five doctors observed. I don't know 
if it was the rubber dildo or what, but my ass was raw 
for a week after that. I could hardly walk. My 
therapist says it may take years to totally cure me. He 
says I must be patient. Fortunately he is a former alum 
of the fraternity and my therapy is being paid for by 
the fraternity. 

As I was saying, Rick was made to smile, like he was 
doing a fucking TV commercial while dildos and stuff 
were shoved up his hot muscular asshole. After that 
happens to you enough, it does effect your ability to 
perform with chicks. It makes you feel inadequate. I 
mean chicks would walk up to me on campus and ask me 
things like, "is it up there now? How does it feel up 
there, like a cock up a cunt? Can you do some deep knee 
bends for me?" 

Of course that hurt so much I would almost pass out, 
and that always got gales of laughter. Whenever a girl 
or a guy on campus asked to see it, we had to drop our 
shorts and show them. At this point we were only 
allowed to wear gym shorts and cut off tee shirts to 
class. 

That's how you could tell who was a pledge. Next time 
I'll tell you about the cutest guy on campus and what 
happened to him when he pledged. He was so good looking 
that he got job offers to model for magazines, I have 
the photos to prove it, but he was so fucked up by 
Billy Chote, that he's now working in a video store 
someplace and seeing a therapist just like I am. And 
were Billy and the others ever punished for what they 
did? 

Well, you'll have to wait to find out.

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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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