Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2008 16:51:21 -0400 From: Dale Montgomery Subject: My Frat Hazing Part 2 My Frat Hazing Part 2 By Dale Montgomery This is part 2 of my first story with Nifty. It contains male-male ritual sex. The author reserves all rights. 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. Acknowledgements: To those who have responded, thanks for all of your great comments. A special thanks to authors Christopher Mannie and Donny Mumford who provided many hours of encouragement to me. Be safe in anything you do and show compassion to all. Send any comments to nvrkissed@gmail.com My Frat Hazing Part 2 I had to take a break after the end of part 1. It is difficult to recall these events and put them in writing even though years have past. The events are clear in my mind as though they happened yesterday. The hurt never goes away. It is said that time heals all wounds. This may be because most people tend to forget. Unfortunately, or fortunately my mind remembers things in minute detail going back to the early years of my childhood. I don't necessarily believe that time heals all wounds but that hope does and succeeding events. You see we all hope for a better life; for a brighter tomorrow. Sometimes those hopes are achieved through no actions of our own and sometimes through our own direct actions and then sometimes through the direct actions of others in combination with our own actions. The ideal is the latter; to achieve your dreams through your own direct actions in combination with someone else who cares about you. When that person who cares about you also loves you unconditionally then you've achieved the greatest gift and dream potential that life has to offer. This was the darkest time of my life; the rainy season. I couldn't see the outcome, the dawn of a new day, because I was so hurt. Memories flashed through my mind; memories of a growing up with two loving nurturing parents who always kept me safe and who always loved each other enough to never break up their union. Then came my next phase in life; puberty. Things started going from good to worse. I then went to prison, namely public high school but I tried to make the best of it taking direct actions to get myself out of there. I achieved that goal two years earlier than most kids do. Now I was a fish out of water starting university on my own but too young and naive to take care of myself. I seemingly jumped from the pot into the flame. My parents went along with my plans wanting me to spread my wings and fly away to my destiny. A good parent will always give their kids the best opportunity to bloom and with broken heart give that opening blossom of a delicate flower away to a scary and unforgiving world; having hope and faith that all their good work will bring forth a good full life for their young. That cool dreary autumn night in New England was the appropriate setting for the events that unfolded. This was my dark hour. The pain of my torture was unbearable. I screamed and cried as loud as I could and sobbing uncontrollably. My voice wasn't deep and masculine like these men surrounding me who had become my enemies. I couldn't overcome them with the forcefulness and authority of a male voice. It was still a boy's voice and the body was still a boy's body and it was being manhandled brutally. My only hope was maybe they would have mercy on me. Or perhaps my screams for help would be heard by someone else eager to help the helpless. The new recruits weren't going to help. They were bound and blind folded and couldn't see what was happening to me. This big house had other people in it but it was solid as a rock with huge thick solid oak doors that hardly allowed a peep of sound to escape their grasp. I doubted that my cries of help would be heard by anyone. I was doomed but kept crying out in pain for my captors to stop. The world was getting darker my autumn being fulfilled; the grand antique chandeliers and sconces around me that lit this ornate room began dimming. Why was someone dimming the lights slowly? Then the realization hit. No one was dimming the lights. My vision was failing and that feeling of nausea returned to compound the hurt in my lower parts. I was dying. They say that your life flashes before you just before you die. Maybe that's why memories of my happy childhood up to the present rushed through me. The last happy thought was meeting Aiden with his smiling beautiful face and those bright blue eyes taking me around the campus in his sports car with the top off. My heart just seemed to melt away when I was with him. I trusted him and now he betrayed me. Was I such a bad judge of character? How could things have culminated so badly so quickly? I had no power to control the situation. The power to cry was fading fast. Screams and shouting turned to whimpers and tears and soon all ammunition was spent drained from a losing battle. I was discouraged and dejected and I gave up. The last thing I remember was releasing the contents of my stomach with that all familiar feeling and then going limp. The world engulfed about me in blackness and cold. I was with my grandmother the last few weeks of her life. She lay on her death bed overcome with age and terminal stomach cancer. Death was inevitable because a person can only live so long without nutrition. She could no longer eat. She was a good person and I loved her so. It was always a delight to visit granny because the house was filled with so much love. She asked me to read to her from the Bible. I read many passages but the first day it was from the Psalms. I tried to remember what that first passage was. It had the words `valley of the shadow of death'. She wanted me to read that one because she was soon to experience that. Granny told me she had lived a full and fulfilled life and not to be sad for her. It was hard though because I was going to miss her terribly. Now that I needed it the most that verse flashed in my mind with the pages turning as if right in front of me. It was from the book of Psalms. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." Granny always preferred the old English translation being such a formal person and traditionalist. I prayed that verse not knowing the outcome. Even though Granny was such a great woman of faith, I myself had not been. I only attended church on special holiday occasions with the folks. We were religious people but just not that active in church stuff. I needed to hold onto something because when everything is taken from you the only thing left is your faith. Would God hear my feeble prayer? Was there a Heaven? If there was would He let me into his Heaven? My doubts were there because I don't remember ever calling on Him for help before. I hoped there was a Heaven because I hadn't lived yet. My life had been laid out before me with a bright future ahead. I was in a grand old institution finishing up the first part of my life, my education, at the top of the heap. But now it was threatened being stamped out short; I was in darkness. I had not lived yet reaching maturity. I had not loved yet. I didn't know what that was. I wanted to experience love and life. I wasn't ready to die. What was ahead for me seemed to be in vast contrast from the bright past behind me. It was a bleak future filled with darkness that was dimming the brightness of my life to a furious dark halt. Is there a balance in the Universe? The brighter one's past the darker one's future? Was this my end? I hadn't discovered the purpose of life; the purpose of my life. "God help me." I cried with my inner voice still awake my body dead and limp. The only one left to cry out to for help. I hope He heard me. I Hope He helps me. My heart just sank crying in despair. Even when your tears no longer work, and your body no longer works, your heart still lives with the power to cry. Just a few days before Granny's death she asked me to come to her room one night. She had prayed up all day staying in a continual state of meditation. When I went to her room she asked me to kneel next to her bed. Usually I sat in her old rocking chair. She was barely able to move but she sat up in bed placing one of her hands on my head and the other on my shoulder. Granny with shaking hands and feeble strength prayed a prayer over me giving me her blessing. I felt so good after that prayer. It seemed like what spiritual strength she had she transferred it to me. Perhaps that is what a prayer of blessing is. It hurt even more when Granny left the scene because my heart broke. That old colonial New England home wasn't the same any more with her gone. The love that emanated from every crevice of that home was no longer present. It was no longer a home, just an empty house now; cold and foreboding. "Granny was your blessing for nothing? Didn't your prayer have any power? I heard that nice voice again. It was Aiden but the sound was serious. He was yelling my name. "Yes Aiden, I'm right here, why are you yelling at me?" I thought I said those words aloud but then realized I spoke them in my mind. My body started firing up not yet having entered the world of the quick. But my mind was again fully awake communicating with its environment. I spoke in my mind to Aiden fully expecting him to hear my words of response. Maybe I was delirious. He heard me. The beautiful voice got softer but still had a sense of urgency, "Curt, Curt, wake up, Curt I'm not yelling at you. Wake UP Curt!" A sharp pain rushed through my being forcing me to cry out in pain and start coughing. I awoke finding myself lying in a puddle of vomit on the floor. The alcohol I had consumed mixed with sperm and the remaining contents of my stomach was evident around me still dripping from my mouth as I lay on the floor hands still bound behind me. The smell was putrid and I tried to back away unable to get on my back because my hands were strapped there. "LEAVE ME ALONE, LEAVE ME ALONE!" I was crying uncontrollably in pain. The blurry vision returned as I tried to focus. The other two pledges weren't there and had sometime been removed from the room. The door was open. A few of the frat guys were looking down at me as Aiden tried to wake me up each in some form of undress as they were putting their clothes back on. I saw Aiden's face as he knelt down by me. He had stopped saying anything and I could see the look of worry and concern in his face along with a bit of that guilt look he couldn't hide. "LET ME GO, LET ME GO!" I kept crying tears running down my eyes now and the blurriness returning. I tried moving but my feet were still bound as I shook to try to free myself. I was wrestling with my bonds like a furious animal having been just captured trying to shake off its shackles. Aiden yelled to one of the frat guys to get the keys. He grabbed the keys with urgency from the slowly returning frat brother reaching to unlock my legs first. I held my patience and legs still so he wouldn't fumble long with the keys. When both ankles were released from the cold shackles I jumped up like a gazelle and went running from that room just as fast as I could. I dashed through that open door like a caged bird escaping its captivity when the cage door is open. All the guys in that room probably did a double take. From the earlier tour that Aiden had given me I knew there was a servant's staircase toward the back of the house so I headed that way. I was stark naked and my hands were still bound behind my back but I figured that was the easiest way of escape thereby still retaining some dignity. My thinking processes weren't exactly intact. Really, why would I think I could possibly get a couple of miles back to the dorms stark naked with my hands cuffed behind me? All I thought was I was partially freed from my captors and I had to run like hell to get away. I made my way down that steep winding labyrinth of a staircase to the first floor. I didn't have the use of my hands and one stumble could have meant disaster. It must have been early in the morning some time past midnight. The staircase finally led out to a long hallway paneled in dark wood. There were ancient paintings of old men lining the walls high above. These men must long have passed from the stage of human history. They must have been former fraternity members and benefactors who left parts of their estates including their portraits to this old chapter at their alma mater. I wondered if the spirits of all those who lived here long past were watching me perched from the ledges of ornate woodwork high above. Were they looking down at me disapprovingly saying "What do you think trying to be one of us? You don't belong here? Get out?" The ghosts were taunting me and laughing at me. I ran towards the back of the great house through that dark haunted passage that seemed to stretch on forever and finally made it to a large kitchen. No one was in the kitchen as I dashed toward the first door in view. The large dark kitchen was lit for the night by only a single ancient bronze sconce in the form of a wild cat. I was hoping it didn't swoop down and scratch me. All the other lights were out for the night. Shadows were everywhere along with dark wood cabinetry reaching up to the heights. The huge unlit chandelier that centered this room made scary shadows across the high ceiling. Some unseen gargoyle could be lurking high up in that fixture waiting to swoop down and capture me. This was a spooky house on a par with The Haunted Mansion at Disney World. I fumbled with that door knob and my hands behind me. The thick paneled door opened with a squeak revealing a relatively small bathroom. It was small but ornate like the rest of this place. If I had the use of my hands I could have cleaned up here but my priority was to get out of this house. I ran through that kitchen to another door on an adjacent wall. That door squeaked even louder as I peered into the dark interior. I felt the interior wall with my shoulder in search for a light switch and found one turning it on. Billowing and moaning startled me as the house seemed to come to life wanting to capture me for disturbing its slumber. It appeared to be a mechanical room. From the makings of it the center of the room was filled with a large contraption that appeared to be the inner workings of a pipe organ. All those pipes that decorate the walls of the large foyer and main rooms actually must work. I was wondering if some unseen ghostly organist would start playing a spooky melody in a minor key. This was turning out to be fright night with me lost in the haunted mansion. Would Jason or Freddy, or someone come at me with a chain saw? My body was still shaking from fear or pain or simply exhaustion. I ran to the next door of that kitchen and peered in. This door had a stained glass window on it so it must be an exit door. I peeked through it and saw some light at the end. It was a mud room that also served as a laundry and must be the rear entrance of the house. I ran to that outside door turning around backwards again I used my hands to release the ancient latch as the inner mechanism clanked not wanting to release me from my prison. It gave way; I was free, escape finally in my reach. I rushed out and was hit with the arctic blast of cold wet air. It was drizzling with a thick New England fog covering the area. Great! How was I going to make it back to the dorms in this weather without getting lost, let alone stark naked? Being from southern Florida anything below 70 is cold to me. This was shocking my already wearied body to its limit. I stood there under the rear portico of that house shivering. I sat down on those cold wet steps in despair my bum hurting terribly. I didn't know what to do. I leaned my head into my knees and started crying again. I heard a sound and looked up. A ghost started forming out of the fog coming toward me. I was scared now. I jumped up not knowing where to run. I heard my name called in a soft tone again by that voice. "Curt, it's me, Aiden. Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. See I have your clothes." The familiarity of the sound calmed me a bit even though Aiden had gotten me into this mess. He approached slowly and I could see it was him and he was carrying my clothes. That brightened my outlook considerably. I still couldn't just stop the tears though like turning off a faucet. I was physically and mentally shaken and the quiver in my voice was evident anytime I spoke. Aiden jumped up those stairs two and three at a time and came right up to me. He slowed and paused in front of me as I looked up at him towering over me. I was weak and vulnerable and didn't know what he was going to do next. He gently wrapped me in his big arms and shoulders his leather school jacket wrapping around both of us. His body was giving me some desperately needed warmth. At Aiden's touch I just broke down sobbing hysterically my body shaking while he held me. "Let it out, it's ok. Everything's going to be ok just let it out." Aiden's voice was soothing while he patted me on the back my clothes flailing in his hands behind me. I soaked up his warmth in that frigid damp autumn night and that seemed to quell some of the shivers running up and down my being. Aiden released me from my bonds and helped me on with my track suit. He didn't have my underwear but at least I was clothed. I didn't wear warm clothes and didn't have a coat but I was glad to have some garments to protect me from the unforgiving New England weather. "Come on back in the house Curt and warm up." "No", I responded practically still crying out my responses. "I'm going home, back to the dorms. I'm not going back in that spooky house." Aiden could see the fear in my eyes. He didn't press me to go back in. "Let me drive you back then." He said. "No, I'm walking back. Leave me alone." I retorted; my crying voice still evident. "You can't walk back from here Curt. You'll get lost. Look it's raining and bound to get worse." "No. Leave me alone." I walked off that porch into the foggy night and away from him not knowing what direction to go in. I walked for a while making it into a forest and then I heard thunder approaching. My cloth track suit was getting wet the trees not holding much rain with the wind kicking up. The rain started coming down steady now. Soon I would be out of the small forest and would get totally soaked. I didn't know if I could make it even if I were going in the right direction. I was exhausted and having trouble walking; my bum hurt so much and I was shivering uncontrollably. I picked a good big tree to huddle under and perhaps the rain would subside. Instead a bright bolt of lighting shone followed by the loud thunder cracking practically over my head. In the light I saw him; a figure standing not far away ready to attack me. Was it Freddy or Jason? He approached while I shivered no where to run and no more fight left within me. I was a scared shaking vulnerable animal waiting for the inevitable; to be eaten by the powerful carnivore about to pounce. It was Aiden. He pulled me to my feet a small shaky cry coming from my being. He took off his leather frat jacket and draped it over me. His body heat filled the jacket warming me and giving me shelter from the rain. Aiden put me on his back piggyback style and we both strode off into the night; a warm body filling me with heat in front and a warm jacket covering me from the elements behind. I didn't see where my steed was going but closed my eyes as the rain pelted both of us. I'd let my faithful steed get me home while I napped with my arms wrapped firmly around his neck. Some time later I opened my eyes to see lights of buildings. Some familiarity with the setting came to fruition. Soon we were in front of my dorm. The rain was steady and my faithful steed was wet even with the leather jacket covering part of us. He carried me up to my room and plopped me onto my bed. My roommate Cristobal was out for the weekend. "Where're your showers?" Aiden asked. I was tired and cold and just wanted to sleep but pointed and said "Just down the hall." Aiden pulled my clothes off me and also took his wet clothes off and dropped all in a pile on the floor. He found some towels in a drawer, picked me up, and headed me to the showers; protests unheard. Both of us were stark naked but it was late and people frequently walked from the showers in various states of undress. He put both of us into a hot shower cubicle. The hot water felt so good warming up my frigid body and getting rid of the filth that covered me. I hadn't thought about it but the remnants of sex remained even after getting wet in the rain. I wasn't thinking clearly but Aiden was. He pushed me in there to clean me up and also to heat me up before hyperthermia set it. I've never been washed by someone else before but it felt nice even in my sleepy state. He shampooed my hair and then washed up my private parts. When his finger went near my ring I let out a small yelp. "Does that hurt Curt?" Aiden's voice was gentle with concern. I nodded my response. We were soon dried up warm towels covering our nakedness and heading back to the room. I crawled into bed. Aiden was still there talking to me. "Curt, I need to inspect you to see if you're hurt. Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you. Ok?" I was too tired to resist so I let him do his thing. Aiden grabbed a reading lamp and pointed it toward the bed. He turned me over pushing one of my knees up with my ass fully exposed. He spread my cheeks and inspected me pushing his finger into my hole. I yelped again from the pain. "Curt, you've never done anything before?" I was tired and had to figure out what Aiden was asking me. I looked at him with a quizzical expression on my face. "With anyone before have you?" I gave him that quizzical look again. "ARE YOU A VIRGIN?" Aiden blurted out with a frustrated look on his face of `oh boy'. Oh, now I get the question. I really wasn't that stupid, just tired. I nodded yes and responded in a whining voice "I just turned 16. My birthday was just a few weeks ago." Not that you can't have sex before you're 16; just that I haven't. I got a feeling of embarrassment from the question and turned my face with that awful blush again. I guess the blushing was good because it meant blood was finally getting to my head pushing away that pale look of death I must have had. It's just that I can't hide my feelings with this stupid blushing all the time. What a pain. It's almost as bad as not being able to control a hard-on in public. "WHAT? Aiden's response was loud practically screaming and startled me. In a calmer more comforting voice he asked. "It's ok to be a virgin Curt. I'm just surprised. Not that you're a virgin. How the hell did you get into this place at 15?" Aiden changed the subject from virgin to age. "I was almost 16 when I got here." I explained in a whiny voice. "That's a comforting thought." Aiden's face really had that look of `You dumb ass.' as he responded. He covered me up and went for his jacket which was hanging over the desk chair. I heard him calling someone on his cell phone. Aiden put his jacket on as he made the call. He looked like Michelangelo's statue of David only someone put a leather jacket on it. He really was quite a specimen of a man. I inspected his dick that hung loose over his full balls. Even in its flaccid state it was long and big and he had a full sheath of foreskin. I was circumcised myself and I always wondered what it was like to have a foreskin. That was a mystery to me. Aiden saw me inspecting his package while he was placing that call. Even in my dazed and confused state I started blushing. He just winked at me and smiled that great smile of his. He wasn't ashamed of his body and he liked me appreciating it. Rather than turning away he turned front-on so I could get a better look. I could see his penis looking a little fuller than before. Aiden went into the hallway with only his leather jacket on. He didn't want me to hear the conversation. I heard a double whistle coming from the echoing hall as one of my dorm mates must have been passing by. He was mostly naked with the frat jacket the only thing covering him standing in that hallway. This freshman dorm was all male but guys brought their girlfriends here regularly. Aiden was a big upperclassman and there were hardly any freshman who could take him on here. He could kick anyone's ass with those muscles if he needed to. I could hear portions of the conversation even though Aiden didn't want me to. He had pulled the bolt on the door so he didn't get locked out and it was slightly ajar letting the sound protrude into the room. He was trying to get someone to come to the dorm. "You get your fucking ass down here." He was making arrangements to get his car to him with some dry clothes. "How does a little time in the big house sound?" There was a pause as the other side of the conversation was taking place. "You can get your nut cracked and your ass busted every night by a bunch of guys bigger than you. How does that sound?" There was another pause. "For child rape you moron; raping a 15 year old. Well he just turned 16 so maybe the judge will go light on you. How does being branded a child sex offender for the rest of your god damned life sound?" "Put Chase on the line. Well fucking wake him up! And if you put one scratch on my car I'll slam you. That thing's got a zero obstruction visibility. Watch that front spoiler. Remember there's a god-damned front end on it when you pull up on any curbs." There was another long pause before Aiden's frat brother Chase got on the phone. I was getting sleepy and didn't make out all of this conversation. I just heard some medical stuff being discussed. Chase must have been a medical student. Aiden came back in the room and looked at me lying in the bed. In my drowsy half-sleep state I slurred out, "Aiden, I'm not a virgin, anymore, am I?" I paused between my words trying to think of what to ask. Aiden looked at me then his eyes swept low towards the floor again. He had that guilty look on his face. I received my answer from his expression without any words being spoken. My eyes welled up again. My tears were falling steadily now even though I was sleepy; the realization that I was raped on my sleepy mind. Would I be raped again before that night was out? Could I trust Aiden even though he betrayed me once already? My virginity was gone; lost forever with its innocence snuffed out. I always thought sex was supposed to be fun. I dreamed of my first experience being with a girl and being a rite of passage into manhood. I dreamed that the girl would like me and she would be someone I could bring home to mom. My mom is a cultured woman. Instead my dream was stolen from me. It wasn't fun. It hurt. Taking off his leather frat jacket Aiden climbed into bed with me. It was nice feeling his warm body next to mine. I was still cold and a bit shivery. Aiden tried to stop my shaking. My body was soaking up his warmth and strength. The realization that there was a big naked hunk in bed next to my naked body didn't click in. Aiden covered me with his big arms and shoulders. The feeling was better than any heated blanket on a cold night. I felt Aiden's warm hand wiping the tears from my face. He put his face close to mine and I felt a drop on my face. Aiden's tears dripping from his watery eyes. I looked into Aiden's eyes with concern, "They didn't hurt you too? Did they Aiden? We'll be safe here. Don't worry. We'll fight them off; you and me. Don't worry." My words seemed to make Aiden even more tearful. He held me tight. "I like you Aiden. You have a nice voice. You have a nice name. What kind of name is that?" My sleepy words kept coming out. Worry and pain keeping me awake and probably not making any sense to Aiden. "What's going to happen tomorrow? They won't hurt me again will they Aiden?" Aiden responded in a soft soothing voice, "Aiden is an ancient Celtic name. I'm glad you like it." Then he started softly singing a lullaby to me in an unknown language; the ancient and forgotten language of the Celts. "Buachaill 'on Eirne me's bhreagfainn fein cailin deas 'og Ne' iarfainn bo' spre' le'ithe ta' me' saibhir go leor 'S liom Corcaigh a mhe'id e , dha' thaobh a ghleanna's Tir Eoghain 'S mur n-athraĦ me' be'asai 's me' n' t-oibhr ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo Come by the hills to a land where fancy is free And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs reach the sea Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun And the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where life is a song And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune And the cares of tomorrow can wait 'til this day is done. Come by the hills to a land where legend remains Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won And the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done And the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done."1 Sleep claimed me as I heard the song. I smiled comforted dreaming of those wonderful hills and that beautiful land. Author's note: "Come By The Hills" was sung in 2007 at Dublin by the legendary vocalist 14 year old Damian Mc Ginty of the group Celtic Thunder. Video available at the time of this writing on YouTube at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBcAP_wtajY The first verse sung in original Gaelic translates in English: "I am a boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl, I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself, I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone, And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo."2 1. Celtic Thunder, Damian Mc Ginty, 2008 / Come By The Hills, "Buachaill 'on Eirne", Traditional Irish Song, words by Gordon Smith 2. "Buachaill 'on Eirne" Gaelic to English translation, "http://www.celticthunder.ie/discussion/index.php Although written in the first person the author represents this story as a literary work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, persons, or places is coincidental. The author does not wish to demean any of the great fraternity houses and brothers throughout the world. In this author's opinion, fraternal brothers can be among the greatest friends anyone could ever hope for.