Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 18:37:11 -0400 From: Dale Montgomery Subject: My Frat Hazing Part 1 My Frat Hazing Part 1 nvrkissed@gmail.com Author's note: This is my first story with Nifty. It contains male-male ritual sex. The author reserves all rights. Although written in the first person this author represents that this is a literary work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, persons, or places is coincidental. It is not the intention to demean any of the great fraternity houses and brothers throughout the world. This story may contain erotic and/or sexually explicit behavior between teens. If it is illegal for you to possess it or if you find this sort of work offensive, do not download or read it! The people in this story do not use protection because diseases don't happen in a story. However, in the real world they do so please exercise precaution and use protection. Dale Montgomery's work is protected under the United States Copyright Laws c 17 USC 101, 102 (a), 302 (a) All Rights Reserved. Placing this story on any website or distributing the work in any way (in whole or in part) without written consent of the author is prohibited. Send any comments to nvrkissed@gmail.com My Frat Hazing Part 1 By Dale Montgomery Many readers have heard about hazing rituals that take place on college campuses every year. I'm not sure if what happened to me ever happened to my father or any of my forefathers. That is not something a guy can talk to his father about; what went on at his hazing. It is just a very taboo topic. It seems that modern western society has become over sexed. This is most likely due to the overwhelming propagation of sex available in movies, on prime time, and not least of which free porn on the internet. We've become a sex crazed society and few people want to admit it. Well people can be in denial about man to man hazing rituals and not mention it but not me. I haven't placed these memories into the deepest recesses of my mind never to again be mentioned. I remember all and I have to tell someone before I burst. This anonymous posting may help to clear up so much of the confusion that happens in a boy's mind when same-sex happens. I know this is breaking a solemn oath but I'm drawn to do it. I hope my story excites, educates, but mostly helps others know that they are not alone in their confusion. Humans are sexual beings by nature. Sometimes these base instincts causes predator to go after prey even in humans. Strong against weak, might is right and so on. People need to know that this is wrong, especially for all you hazing masters out there. It is never appropriate to use one's power to overwhelm the weaker. This is especially true when dealing with a sexually innocent heart. Even the wise King Solomon who wrote so much racy material about free love found in yes, the Holy Bible, said do not awaken love before it is time. A heart is a delicate thing and easy to break just as much in a young boy as a girl. This story is about my fraternity initiation. For any members reading this you already know the oath. Members are sworn to silence; sometimes upon pain of death. Fraternity hazing rituals are in an area of "don't ask, don't tell" or else. Several years ago I was initiated into my fraternal order Phi Beta Kappa. This isn't really the name of that order but is a generic for many university fraternal orders around the country. Also to be upfront about this the names and places in this story will either not be mentioned or they will be fictional. I don't know if the oath `upon pain of death' is a reality out there but I don't want to find out; especially with all the nutcases running around the landscape. Hi, my name is Curt and I'm a Floridian. I was a 16yo blond haired blue eyed 130lb twinky youth when I got into college. I know many of you think this is young for college, but let me tell my story. My parents were both from a Northeast state to remain nameless. Dad was an Ivy Leaguer. Many of you may not realize this but if your dad went to an Ivy League school then it is easier for you to gain admittance into that school, assuming you're not a dumb ass or lazy where school work goes. If your dad also happened to attend a prestigious fraternity in that school, then your entry acceptance is a veritable shoe-in. You may not realize it but the presidents and deans of these universities are most likely members of that same fraternity. Plus many of these members have gone on to be a who's who of American society giving generously out of their wealth big, big bucks to sustain these private institutions. It's not always just the dumb jock that gets a free pass because of his athletic prowess. I was one of the elite few. I didn't attend an expensive prep but went to public high school. I wasn't the valedictorian but I was pretty smart with my grades even though I pretty much slacked off through high school. I graduated a year early but mostly because I was bored. It was my choice to go to public high school because I wanted to make more friends and see how `the other half lived'. I soon found out I couldn't stand the prison type environment of a public school so I planned my three year curriculum to get my ass out of there and away from those stuck up know- nothing teachers as soon as possible. To be fair some of my teachers were really nice but there were a few bad apples that just spoiled the whole bunch. Besides leaving high school a year early I started high school a year early. Let me digress a bit. I was home schooled through the elementary level. Don't get it wrong. I loved being home schooled. My mom joined a home-school coop and we did some great things throughout my early years. When I got into high school, most of the kids there had no idea home schoolers got to do so much and many of them envied me. I noticed a lot of naivet‚ amongst government schooled kids. Mostly about the world and how it works. Also about being subservient to teachers and having to follow rules like mind-numb robots. I found very little independent thinking there. It was the frustration with the system that forced me to leave early. In my opinion public or government schools in America are really nothing less than light security prisons for the youth of America. If you disagree with me then go to a government school and try to get in or if you're a student try to get out. My folks took me on vacations all around the world whenever their whim suggested. We did European vacations, Asian vacations on far-east islands, and even chartered private yachts several times to tour the Caribbean. I liked the big cruises the best because I got to meet kids my age during summer vacations. We took one Holland America cruise to Bermuda where I met the cruise director. His name was Garritt. He was from Amsterdam. Even though I was 15 at the time he took me everywhere with him. I guess he may have been gay but I don't know. He had a black friend who was a native Bermudan who always went with us while off the ship. That guy didn't like me and I don't even remember his name. I was admitted into night clubs on that island anywhere we went because I was his guest, even at 15. We even went to the Princess Hotel and were in attendance with the governor Lord and Lady Astor. Lady Astor had broken her foot and had it in a cast but still came out. We sat at a table right next to the dance floor in front of the band. There was a female local singer there maybe in her early 20s who sang with her father's band. She sang directly to me as her object of affection. I was blushing the whole time because I knew everyone in that ball room was looking at me. There was a spotlight on her as she moved around the floor holding her mic. The spot light shone on me many times that night. I'll always remember one song she sang; it was `When Will I See You Again' by the Three Degrees. Whenever I hear that song it brings back this memory, my dazed head from alcohol, and that great night in that ball room. The best part of this was I got to drink whatever I wanted. Garritt suggested several different types of mixed tropical drinks. I don't even remember the names of these drinks but they were incredible and they kept coming. There wasn't even a check at the end of the night that had to be paid because Garritt was a VIP guest wherever we went. I had such a buzz with that song and those drinks. I remember whenever we would return to the ship it would be the wee hours of the morning and I'd stumble drunk into my stateroom. My folks had an adjoining stateroom and I can't believe they didn't notice how late I was staying out or that I was returning plastered every night. Garritt would walk me to the stateroom with his arm around my shoulder and would give me a quick hug before I turned in. I never went to his stateroom and never invited him into mine. I guess even as the cruise director his accommodations must not have been the best and must have been at the bottom of the ship while our state rooms were at the top. As far as not letting him into my room, I was a dumb 15yo and didn't have anything like sex on the mind with this guy. I was just having a good time. It was great being drunk hearing the music of the night in my head and the gentle rolling of the ship as I was lulled to sleep. I'll never forget that cruise and had many a boy fantasy about that girl singer. I kept in touch with Garritt a few times by mail and even met him in Amsterdam a few years later. I went on a European vacation when I was 18 with the folks. Mom asked me what cities I'd like to see. I told her Amsterdam so I could see Garritt. We went to Vienna, Munich, and London on that trip as well. Amsterdam was the first place we stopped and I was pretty jet lagged. I contacted Garritt and he came by our hotel one day and we had some drinks. He was very elegantly dressed in a suit. He'd lost quite a bit of weight because he was mugged in an alley by a bunch of young guys while he was walking home from work one day. When he was mugged he was also dressed in a suit and said they saw him as an easy target to get some money. He ended up in the hospital for a long time. It must have been a pretty bad beating because of the amount of weight he had lost. I felt so bad for him. Garritt really aged since the last time I saw him even though only three years had passed. I had lost my sexual innocence where men were concerned at this point in my life and perhaps that's why Garritt looked so old to me. When I was on the cruise at 15 he was 30 so I guess that would have made him 33 when I saw him in Amsterdam. I don't know what my parents were thinking to let their 15 year old son go off night clubbing with a 30 year old man. They must have thought he was safe because he WAS the cruise director. Also my dad treated me like an adult from the time I became a young teenager. Dad saw me as a young man who should be able to take care of himself. If I got into trouble he was there to help but he let me have my liberty throughout my teen years. I loved my dad for being like that with me and I tried hard not to over-do the freedom afforded; that Bermuda cruise a big exception. I was amazed when I started high school that I was not permitted to go on vacation during the school year. That really sucked because then my folks left without me; jaw dropped in amazement as they would drive off with their luggage in a limo. I still felt like I grew up a kid of privilege in my mind because I didn't have to go to government school for the first half of my childhood. It really sucked though. Mom always bought me a nice present from different places in the world whenever she returned from her trips abroad. I loved her for that too. Anyway that's my background. I was a pretty cool looking blond haired Florida tanned kid in my teens and I guess that's why Garritt befriended me. I better start talking about my hazing before I bore all of you out there. As stated I was a 16yo na‹ve kid attending a prestigious Ivy League institution where my father attended before me. I had just received my Florida driving license but didn't have a car at school. Dad had told me to get in touch with his old fraternity and request to pledge. I had no guarantee of getting in but because my dad was a member of that order and his father before him but I would have a pretty good chance. Also I was young and needed to find some friends. Being different, namely younger than most students, at a new school doesn't bode well for a shy kid. My ways were so much different and even my Floridian accent from these New Englanders. There were kids from all over the world at this school but as far as being one of the natives, I didn't feel like I fit in. I was like a cowboy that dropped in for tea at Buckingham Palace. Instead of going to the student union to find a fraternity application form, I found the telephone number of the fraternity house and called it directly. Even though I was a shy kid I could be street smart when needed; plus dad recommended I do that. I remember the guy who picked up the phone said "Gilmer House, this is Aiden." Wow, this wasn't just a "hello what the hell do you want" greeting. I may end up liking this place after all. One note, it isn't really called Gilmer House. I made that up. If I mentioned the real name of that old Victorian mansion that served as the fraternity house everyone would know where I'm talking about. "Hi, my name is Curt. I'd like to join your fraternity." I was direct in my response. "Well, we usually don't take pledges over this telephone line." Aiden's nice voice returned. "Why are you calling this number?" I didn't want to say my father told me to call so I had to think quickly. "I remember my grandpa told me the first time he asked to join he just called Gilmer House and said just that." I hope Aiden didn't think I was being snobby and pompous name dropping like that. "Your grandpa huh?" there was a long pause. "What'd you say your name was?" "Curt sir. Curt Morrison." I replied with firmness in my voice even though my hand was shaking on that phone. "You don't need to call me sir. Aiden is ok. The military academy is up the street. Where are you now Curt?" Aiden was joking but I didn't laugh. I was too nervous. "I'm at the freshman dorms, si, uh, Aiden." I tried not to stutter my words but messed up. I hope he doesn't think I'm an idiot. "Freshman dorms huh? We don't get too many freshman pledges at this house." Aiden's response felt like a knife hit me in the heart. With a slight cracking in my voice I responded, "Does that mean I'm not allowed to join?" There was another long pause before a response was heard. "No, that's ok kid, how bout we meet over at the student center, say in about an hour. Is that ok with you?" Aiden's response helped me breathe a sigh of relief. He called me kid. I guess this fraternity house is mostly upper classmen. Dad didn't warn me about that. How did he know I was younger? Did my voice give me away? I didn't tell him my age and he didn't ask. That was strange to me. I told Aiden what I was wearing and he said he'd have on the school's jacket with wrestling insignia. I thought that was neat that he was on the school's wrestling team. What that meant though was I really had my work cut out for me. I wasn't that athletic and was puny. I hope he wasn't a heavy weight class then I'd really stand out not fitting in with their clique. This made me even more nervous than I was before making that call. I sat nervously in the student center waiting for Aiden to arrive. That was one of the longest waits of my young life. I knew instantly when he entered the building. His presence filled the place and turned heads. Aiden was huge and appeared to be about six and a half feet in height. He was going to be a giant next to me. He had black hair and bright blue eyes. He must have weighed twice as much as me. I almost shrunk down in my seat when I saw him but knowing I had to put on a good performance I stood and held my shoulders high and reached my hand out to his as he approached. That was the first time I met Aiden and needed to recount that for you. He made me feel so accepted at that first meeting with a big smile on his face. He drove me around showing me much of the campus in his Porsche that afternoon. Then he took me to the fraternity house. I was in awe as I entered that building. It was a grand old Victorian mansion at least a hundred years old and several miles from the student center. The house was donated by one of the former fraternity members many moons ago. That benefactor was a member of the fraternity and later became one of the deans of the school and this was the house he lived in. It had a rich history. I grew up in a big house in the American Venice right on the Florida gold coast. Our house was right on the Intercoastal with a big boat docked in the back yard but it was nothing to compare with this New England Victorian mansion. It humbled the soul to walk into those halls with those huge French drapes casing the interior of those two story Tiffany windows, oriental rugs, and much of the original furniture and chandeliers intact. This place was a museum and made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. To try to make this story a little shorter I'll speed things up here. Aiden pulled some strings with the high council and I was permitted to pledge along with two other guys. The house was so large that the fraternity brothers all lived there; about 50 guys. I was told the three of us were to be given special hazing treatment, but little did I know what that meant. The initiates all had to sleep in one room in sleeping bags during this whole time. Here goes. This is what happened. I'm getting goose bumps right now recalling this and revealing for the first time my fraternity initiation. Hazing pretty much lasted the entire first semester for new pledges. This mostly consisted of paddling. Decorated paddles were used on each member if he did something seemingly wrong, or if he did not answer questions correctly. Pledges were to memorize certain innocuous things like the Greek alphabet and were frequently asked to cite a letter. If the pledge got the answer wrong it was one, two, or three paddles on the backside at the discretion of the member. Members could give any pledge a hard time if he felt like it because any ridiculous question could be asked that most normal people would not have a clue about. Mostly the pledges were to clean up after all the members acting as their personal servants for the time and if the pledge did not do what he was told, it was paddle time. I couldn't wait for initiation because it was torturous being swiped on the backside regularly with a paddle. Being a full house member meant I wouldn't have to be someone's slave any longer. Since I was smaller than most guys in this house the members liked to pick on me but I tried my best to answer all the questions and do what I was told. I made myself a difficult target for even the hardest task master there. The initiation hazing was to take place during a Friday night. Any parties in the house would wrap-up early on that night. Not all the members were part of this hazing event. There were nine brothers plus Aiden in attendance all major players in every sports venue of the school; football, lacrosse, basketball, wrestling, swimming. This was like jock city. I could tell these were big guys at the time even though they all wore black robes and hoods. I looked like a little boy next to most of these muscle jocks. There were two other initiates besides myself. I suspected they were sophomores because they were pretty well built but I was not certain. They were also both blond but I was the only summer blond with two toned highlights in my hair. I guess that's a Florida thing. I suspect those two initiates were at least 18 maybe 19 year olds and were jocks at their respective high schools as well. I didn't think you could build up those kinds of bodies in one year of college. I did get to check out their bodies because we were all forced to strip to our underwear. Aiden told me previously that he was going to be the Pledge Master. He confided this in me and was not supposed to. It was to be our secret. I remember feeling good that Aiden was becoming my friend and would confide that in me. When I entered the room all the members were covered in black robes and hoods like I mentioned. My smile may have given away that secret of the Pledge Master because I knew who Aiden was instantly. I stood closest to him. The hazing was held in one of the large rooms on the second floor. It was cleared just for this. There was a large buffet table set with all sorts of edibles. Included was a large glass bowl of small fish swimming around in the water. There was a small pitcher of what appeared to be red wine. Each initiate got to see what was on that table. There were other edibles that were more appealing like crackers, cheese, and chocolates. Boy I hoped I didn't have to swallow a live fish. Each pledge forced to strip down to underwear and get on our knees. We were asked to recite our pledges and oaths never to tell what transpired on this night; upon pain of death. Even if the pledge was not accepted into the fraternity by the full house he was bound by that oath. Each time we pledged we were told to accept what was given and then a shot of whiskey or brandy or some other hard liquor was poured into our mouths. It was followed by a cracker or cheese or something else from that sideboard. The alcohol stung my throat terribly and made me cough. I wasn't used to doing shots at this young age. Then each initiate was told to stand up by the monotone Pledge Master's voice. We were then surrounded by the three house members apparently assigned to initiate their respective pledge. The monotone Pledge Master's voice then instructed us to take off our underwear. I was so nervous and was shaking. I didn't think they would ask us to take off our underwear since we just took off only our clothes. I waited to see if the other two pledges would comply looking over at them. They instantly pulled off their underwear. The Pledge Master in a monotone voice stated "Pledge Curt, you will comply when given an order from the Pledge Master. I reluctantly followed suit pulling off my underwear. I was embarrassed and tried to cover the family jewels. Then each pledge was surrounded by the three initiation brothers who then dropped their robes kicking them aside. The members were clad only in their underwear and black hoods. My eyes bulged looking at all that male flesh. I was hoping I didn't pop a boner. I felt ashamed my small hairless body next to all those muscled up jock guys. I tried to cover the family jewels but was told "hands behind my back" by one of the members. Hand and foot cuffs were then place on all three of us and we were again told to get back down on our knees. It is difficult getting on your knees with cuffs around your feet and hands. I landed hard on mine probably from nervousness. Each pledge was then blind folded. The only consolation now was that I was blindfolded and couldn't see the snickers of the big boys as they looked over my tiny body. Aiden didn't take off his robe, just the other nine initiation members. I knew it was him though because I could see his bright blue eyes. I suspect he was smiling at me or perhaps maybe was enjoying seeing me naked. The look on my face was not pleasure though because I didn't expect to be forced to strip naked. I just assumed this would be more paddling like we'd had to endure for weeks. The monotone Pledge Master's voice spoke again stating that each pledge would have to obey all the fraternity members no matter what they said and we would trust them. Drink, cough. We were told if we did not listen to all that the Pledge Master or the members said then we would immediately be expelled from the house and would forever be stricken from membership in the order. If we agreed we were to nod yes. Drink, cough, alcohol dripping down my cheeks onto my body at this point. I lost count how many shots I had consumed at this point and now my head was starting to spin. Each time we were told to accept what was given and then we were to open our mouths and something was put into it followed by a shot of alcohol. We were reminded that we swore an oath. If we did not take that which was given there would be severe consequences. Each member spoke one by one to each pledge. They must have been lined up one behind another, three rows of three in front of each initiate. Then there was a change. There was a pause and I could hear some slight slapping. I heard the first member on the other end from me say to his initiate in a shaky voice. The sound of his voice was distinctive. It sounded to me like he was about to orgasm. I couldn't believe that was what was happening. The room was quiet and I could hear a gulp from the initiate at the end. There was no additional chug of alcohol after that one. That was a change since each time we had to eat something put into our mouths it was followed by another pledge and a shot of alcohol. It sounded like that pledge swallowed hard on a shot of something. The boy kneeling next to me was then asked by the member the same thing. "Do you accept what is given?" That member also sounded like he had a shaky voice and I did hear the distinct flapping of flesh like he was jerking off along with several slaps of the elastic of his underwear. The pledge must have nodded yes. "Open and accept your brother." This pledge was right next to me and I heard a distinctive gulping several times. There was a long pause for him to take whatever he was given. Not short like the shot of whiskey or a cracker. I was shaking like hell. I couldn't believe these fraternity guys would make their pledges swallow fraternity member cum but that's what it sounded like to me. Perhaps I was just letting my teen hormones get the better of me. Maybe I had a nasty mind. I was to soon find out what it was because my turn was next. Would I or should I back out. It was too late to back out. I'd given so many oaths to follow their directions. My head was starting to reel from the alcohol. I didn't know what to do and I was scared as hell even in the semi-drunk state I was forced into. I made up my mind that these fraternity members couldn't pull such a dirty trick on us. If I didn't follow through on their hazing ritual then I'd be tossed out. Dad would be very disappointed and I wouldn't have any friends to clique with in this big school. What should I do? The inevitable was about to happen. If it was cum, should I swallow it or spit it out. If I spit it out they said there would be severe consequences. I guess that would be only if I said I still wanted to be in the fraternity and continue with the ritual. I could always walk away, assuming they released me from these cuffs if I asked them to. I was bound hands and feet by cuffs, blindfolded, and at the mercy of a bunch of strong jocks twice my size none of whom I knew and I was scared. I could hear slapping of skin again right in front of me. The member in front of me said in another shaky orgasmic voice "Do you accept what is given?" I didn't respond. I was frozen. He asked again "Do you accept what is given?" in a more stern voice. I slowly nodded. Several minutes passed "Open and accept your brother." This was it. I hesitantly opened my mouth and leaned my head back again with my tongue sticking out slightly. This active definitely went orgasmic grunting and groaning as he shot sperm into my mouth. I closed up after the first shot went straight into my mouth. The second and third shots hit me in the face. The member said sternly "Open and accept what is given." I didn't want to and got the rest of his cum all over my face and hair. I gagged and tried to spit some of it out and coughed. Aiden spoke up in a stern monotone voice, "Pledge Curt, you did not accept all that was given. Will you honor your oath and accept all that is given?" I felt sperm dripping off my face. The taste in my mouth was bitter sweet but I knew it was a guy's sperm. Part of his dick head even went on my tongue as he ejaculated. There was no mistaking what this was. What had I gotten myself into? I didn't know what to do. In a more stern voice Aiden spoke again, "Pledge Curt, will you honor your oath and join the brotherhood in a lifetime bond or will you be thrown out to forever be spurned by the brotherhood and forbidden to ever enter these halls again? Will you honor your oath and join the brotherhood?" I nodded hesitantly yes. Aiden said again in a softer voice, "Pledge Curt, you will be given another chance to accept what is given." A bit of relief came over me but I knew it wouldn't be long. There were two more rounds to go of downing member jizz. I assumed it was just the three fellows in front of me that I had to service and I had already done one of them. How come those other initiates didn't have a problem with this? Shit, I didn't know if I could go through with this. I'd never even had sex before yet alone with another guy. Plus this was hardcore stuff in my book. With all the alcohol and I'd drank and now the cum in my throat I was feeling nauseated. It could have been the nerves though but it wasn't good. I didn't know if I could hold out for two more rounds. At least they didn't force me to chug another shot of whiskey although that probably would have sanitized my mouth. Who knows what kind of germs these guys have especially in their ejaculate. Gosh, the things I worry about. Aiden spoke again "Member Gabe, remove the blind fold from pledge Curt. Pledge Curt, you will watch and learn how a submissive initiate accepts what is given him." The blindfold was removed from my head. I could see now that all the brothers had their big dicks hanging out over their underwear and they were all beating off. They were lined up in front of each initiate ready to blast off into the initiate's mouth. The other two initiates were on knees waiting for the next drink blindfolded and cuffed. I noticed that both of them had huge hard-ons sticking straight up and out in their kneeling positions. The tips of their dicks were wet with pre-cum. This could have been a prison gang bang and any other time I probably would have gotten a hard-on watching this scene unfold but not now. I was the sex object in this gang bang scene and I wasn't having fun. I was nervous as hell and just wanted this night to end. I looked sheepishly as the initiate at the other end of our row was told to take accept the brother. The big jock must have had a 9 inch cock and it was fat. With his big forearm heaving he stepped up close to the initiate's outstretched tongue and then placed the head of his dick right in the kid's mouth. He then continued to jerk his dick back and forth almost punching the kid in the mouth with each piston wave. His big chest heaved in and his big ass muscles tightened; the big guy was blasting his cum into the kid's mouth while he was remaining almost silent. This orgasm went on for a couple of minutes as the big guy came down for his high. I saw the initiate's Adam's apple bob up and down several times as he swallowed the whole load while his lips held the guy's big cock-head firmly in its grasp. The kid seemed to like it because he had a small smile as the dick left his mouth. He licked his lips. The big brother squeezed another drop out of his dick and pressed it to the kid's lips. The kid stuck his tongue out and licked it then he took the head in his mouth and gave it one last big suck. The big guy convulsed one more time raising his head up to the ceiling and pressing his ass muscles in again as this was done all the time remaining silent. I wondered how many times he's done this because it must take practice to jerk off into someone's mouth silently so the other blindfolded initiates didn't know what was going on. Aiden spoke up, "Good job Pledge Mitch." He said that for my appreciation. The scene was surreal. My eyes were bulging wide open and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My sweat was starting to bead up dripping down my forehead because my turn was coming up again soon. I was shaking uncontrollably. I assumed each of us had to satisfy three members. I hoped they wouldn't want to go for seconds because the guy I just did was still beating off with a big dick in his hand. I looked over at Aiden with puppy dog eyes of desperation. That look of "How could you do this to me?" on my face; cum dripping down my mouth still. He looked at me then his eyes fell down to the ground; an expression of guilt on his face. He couldn't look at me and he was embarrassed. He was the only one clothed in the room and I saw a big hard-on through his black robe. That started to dissipate after I looked over at him. The look made him uneasy and he moved around from his position sitting on the end of the table. He probably regretted having my blindfold removed. I tried to wipe the cum from my mouth and cheek onto my shoulder. My hands were hurting cuffed behind me and my knees were beginning to ache. As I lowered my head to do that a tear started dripping out of my left eye that I couldn't control. It raced down my left cheek. I looked up and over left at Aiden again who spied this. I wasn't really crying. It was just an uncontrollable response to lowering my head. A body can only take so much. I made a little pout in my lips while I looked at him as our eyes met again. His eyes again looked down at the floor his head bowing. I guess I was a pretty good actor for getting an expression out without saying a word. My sorrowful look must have had an effect on him because he again started moving around uncomfortably. I must have had a look of a prisoner going off to the executioner asking with eyes only for help from anyone. I could tell an expression of guilt when I saw one and he had it. I would try to milk that for all it was worth. I thought Aiden liked me after he drove me all around campus in his red Carrera. He treated me like a kid brother that first day I met him and he had a continuous smile on his face. That didn't help my current predicament though because I didn't see any out to this situation. The middle initiate was up to bat. This brother must have been a swimmer. I can always tell a swimmer's body. He was really toned and not as big as the last member. He had a long thinner dick and was uncut. The foreskin was much darker than the pink head which kept peeking out. His balls were hair free and pulled up tight to his body and he had an eight pack of abs that flexed with each stroke of his cock. He had a much slower motion than the last guy and again said in a shaky voice the lyrics of the hour. He moved his dick closer to the kid's mouth right next to me. I thought if he pointed that thing the wrong way I'd get shot with a blast too. The kid opened his mouth to the mantra and the dick head went in. This kid too clasped his lips firmly around the head of this dick that was presented to him swallowing the unseen load. This member had a lustful expression on his face looking at me the whole time he unloaded. When he was done he also pulled the dick out but wiped the wet head around the kid's lips pulling his foreskin up so the pledge could play with it. The pledge licked it for a couple of minutes longer. The member winked at me and licked his own lips after he was done. He turned facing my direction as he moved to the back of his middle line again. The Pledge Master spoke, "Good job Pledge Philip. You have freely accepted all that the brother had to offer you." Damn it was my turn again. I was going to be forced to do this but I really didn't want to. I didn't understand why these other two initiates allowed themselves to be used like this. Perhaps they had a little sexual experience where I had none. The next big jock moved in closer to me. He had several tattoos on his body including one close to his dick just to the right of his pubes. It was an old style boat anchor with red etching in the middle. I guess I shouldn't describe this in case a brother knows that guy and reads this thereby discovering who I am. I know I shouldn't be so paranoid. All these guys were big and buff and this guy was no exception. I noticed his big balls and wondered if that meant this was going to be some big load. I looked up at him waiting for the inevitable. The last initiate I did moved behind me. Now I was really worried. The look on my face must have been one of fright. My donor said the mantra because he was ready to unload and I opened my mouth. First a small shot came out landing on my tongue. I didn't take the dickhead in my mouth like the other pledges did. Then a big giant blast shot clear to the back of my mouth practically filling it. I gagged and tried to spit it out. I heard the dejevu phrase again from the Pledge Master, "Pledge Curt you are to accept what is given you. I warned you there would be severe consequences if you were to accept the oath and then disobey." Suddenly the first brother who was stationed behind me held my head up and in place while his cum brother pushed his dick clear into my mouth. He started fucking my face as he continued blasting the second half of his orgasm in my mouth and forcing it down my throat. The tears started running down my cheeks now for real. Those balls did have a lot of cum because I was drowning in it. I swallowed badly and some went down my windpipe. I started coughing uncontrollably as the dick was removed from my mouth. The member finished spurting his orgasm on my face and in my hair. I tried desperately to spit the remnants of cum that went into my mouth out while coughing. I made a cum mess all over myself dripping the spasm onto my legs and floor all while coughing terribly. I must have looked like a mess but still wondered if they were going to throw me out for this. I sheepishly looked up at Aiden with an "I'm sorry but couldn't help it" expression hoping he would have some pity on me and not expel me. The coughing subsided to an intermittent hound dog sound. Maybe I wasn't thinking straight because I was drunk at this point. Aiden looked very disappointed in me. That look put fear in me for what was to come next. I faintly remember him saying severe consequences. Was the consequence that they would hold me down like they just did or was there something else like 40 paddles coming that I would reget? The dreaded words came again as Aiden spoke, "Pledge Curt you have not obeyed and have not accepted what was given you. You have not been faithful to your oath. You will have to choose. You can be expelled from the fellowship now never to return to these halls or you can accept the consequence of your action. Speak now and choose." I was beside myself with tears still flowing down my cheeks. I'd come this far only to be kicked out. In a sobbing tone I replied "I don't want to be expelled." Aiden spoke in his Pledge Master monotone again, "So you will join the fellowship and accept the consequences of your disobedience? Yes, or No? Choose now." Leaning down toward my knees I sheepishly said "Yes." I didn't want any more consequences but hopefully Aiden will show some pity on me and not let me get hurt in all of this. I trusted him because I knew he liked me. The final round was here. I had to wait my turn again. I didn't look any more but just kept crouched down bowing my head to the ground between my knees while the other two pledges had their final turn. I think their names were Philip and Mitch but I didn't remember any more. The faces were just there to be used by the members and didn't mean anything to me. We were just there to be used. I wondered if anyone was going to wake me from this nightmare. My head was reeling at this point from the alcohol I had consumed earlier. It seems like only a minute passed and I was summoned to rise up by that monotone Pledge Master voice. "Pledge Curt you will rise and accept what is given you. Your final active has the choice of your consequence. Will you honor the oath that you have pledged?" I rose up from my slumped state. I had almost fallen asleep lured there by the lulls of inebriation or perhaps the internal controls ones body has to shut down in order to protect itself from a horrific situation. I could have taken a beating with that paddle but I didn't expect to be forced fed some big jock dick. "Yes." The weak response was final and would be a turning point in my life. What else could they do to me? It seems my childhood innocence had already been taken away from me. I had no idea that what was to come would make the prior a mild bump in the road in comparison. All I know is that I dreaded within me what was to follow even before it happened. The last brother's name was Danny. I'll never forget that. He was a big brute being on the school's football team. The other two actives in my row came around and pulled me to my feet. They both towered over me. Danny positioned himself behind me while my two other members made me bend over. That's what happened to me.