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Pledge Humiliation Party Games - 6
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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The story of Craig, a pledge who wanted to quit. (M+/M, 
voy, nc, mc, tor, huml)

***

More than one of us was close to a nervous breakdown, I 
can tell you that. Some of the rough tough jocks found 
it the most degrading and had the hardest time. Once 
they had our mouths trained, to suck dick and ass, and 
we were very well trained, then they went to work on 
our asses. How could college guys and girls be so 
perverse? They wanted a closed shop. They wanted to be 
elite. They wanted to weed out the weaklings, and I 
later found out, they wanted to admit only those who 
would continue the tradition of their weird sadism. 

Oh they played the usual hazing games with us too. It 
wasn't all perverse sex by any means. In fact, it 
wasn't what you would really call sex at all. It was 
all about power and breaking us down. I was looking 
through the photos again last night, my therapist wants 
to see some of the more extreme ones, and I found one 
of Mike. Mike was the most handsome of all the pledges, 
even the guys thought so. 

Well, in this photo Mike is in the student common, bare 
assed naked kneeling over a barrel with a tube in his 
hands. The guys are all seated around drinking beer and 
wine and what now. Well, Mike ahs to drink a mixture 
through the hose until his stomach is swollen like he 
is pregnant and then puke it out into the barrel until 
his tummy is empty and then do it again, and again, and 
again. It's horrifying to think about really. 

And what is his special drink made of? Beer, wine, 
olive oil, frat piss, cum, coffee grounds, liquid ivory 
soap, and someone told me shit but I am not sure about 
that. I just know that it took poor Mike, who was such 
a nice guy, three days to recover from the incident. 
I've included another photo of Mike just to show you 
what a cute clean cut guy he is, or was.

Did I have to suck his cock and ass too, you wonder? 
You bet. I had to keep a diary of all the guys they 
made me suck, and I had to describe in detail each and 
every set of cock and balls. My therapist has that now 
and he is reading it. I may have told you that the frat 
brothers warned us that we had to be able to identify 
blindfolded each and every brother by the taste of his 
dick and balls and asshole. 

Well it wasn't really by the taste. One sweaty dick 
pretty much tastes like another I found out. Or the 
smell. It was by the shape of each cock that we were 
able to pass the test. One dick curved to the right, 
one had a larger dickhead. One had a long pisshole. And 
we dutifully memorized all this, one guy had a left 
ball that hung much lower than the right. Soon we could 
indeed tell which brother we were serving even though 
we were blindfolded. 

I helped some of the other pledges out by sharing the 
information I had gathered with them, and they were so 
fucking grateful. Tyler actually cried. He was near the 
breaking point by then. I was in Billy Chote's room 
polishing his shoes with my dick, when this own pledge, 
Craig knocked and came in. He was really sick looking 
and shaking. He stood at attention for about ten 
minutes while Billy finished talking to some chick on 
the phone. Whenever 

Billy talked to girls on the phone, he played with his 
dick. One time while he was telling some high school 
cunt how much he loved her and really respected her and 
wanted to be with her forever, he had me kissing his 
dick and balls. If you are getting the feeling that the 
whole place was kind of like a concentration camp, you 
are not far wrong. 

Anyway, finally he sets up a fuck date with this chick 
and hangs up. He asks Craig what he wants. Craig starts 
to blubber. He says he can't take it anymore and is 
dropping out. He says he knows he can't stay a the 
school after dropping out of rushing for a frat, so he 
will drop out of school as well. He says he just cant 
stand the constant pain and humiliation. 

Now here's the thing, whenever a pledge waned to quit, 
they sent him to Billy Chote. Billy had a way about 
him. He would talk to the pledge real quiet and serious 
like. He would seem to support the pledge. He walked up 
to the crying Craig and put an arm around him. 

"Craig my man, I don't want to lose you. You are one of 
my main men. You are not a fucking pussy like the 
pledge on the floor cleaning my shoes. You are a real 
stud with a real cuntbuster hanging between your legs. 
I see us having one whale of a time once Hell Week is 
over. We are going to be best buddies." While he talks, 
he rubs Craig's shoulder. One hand even drapes down to 
play gently with the dude's nipple. "Craig, I know you 
can make it if you just try a little harder. We are 
almost half way through the initiation period. Please 
hang in there for me?" 

 Tears were running down Craig's face. "I, I, want to, 
Billy. I don't want to drop out of school. My family 
will go ape shit. But, but, I don't know. The stuff the 
guys do to me, and the sorority girls. It's even worse 
with them. Its so shameful. I come from a pretty 
straight religious family you know. And I never 
imagined any stuff like this." 

"But you know what they're all saying about you? How 
well you are taking it. They are so proud of you. You 
are probably our favorite pledge. I'm sure it will get 
easier any day now. The gang really wants you to make 
it. Tell you what. I'll talk to them, see if we can't 
give you a little break. And any time you are feeling 
insecure, you just feel free to come on up and chat 
with me. How is that?" 

"I don't know, I just..." 

Billy was flicking Craig's nipples now. "Come on, you 
feel better, right?" 

"I, I guess so." 

"And you'll hang in there for your new best buddy, the 
one and only Billy Chote?" 

"Yeah, I'll try real hard. I don't wanna drop out." The 
poor kid was shaking his head like he was talking to 
himself. 

"Then no more silly talk of dropping out. If the other 
pledges can take a little rough treatment, so can you, 
my man! But we got a little problem, Craig." 

Craig's eyes opened wide. He shook more. "What? Did I 
do something wrong? Am I going to get some demerits?" 

Billy took Craig's cute face in both his hands. "No, 
no, nothing like that. But lots of guys downstairs saw 
you come up here. Now we don't want all of them 
blabbing that you're a baby and wanted to quit, do we?" 

"Oh God no, they'll just bully me more." 

"Then we gotta make it look like you came up here for a 
reason. A punishment let's say. Something they can all 
see, so they won't suspect. Some of those guys can be 
really nasty to a sissy who wants to quit. We have to 
pretend that you were punished up here for some 
infraction. Ok?" 

Craig nodded, a thankful smile on his face. "Sure, 
Billy, anything you say." 

Billy crossed to his desk and took some things from the 
drawer. "Okay, so here is what we are going to do. I am 
going to put these clothespins on your nipples, like I 
was punishing you, and you walk down stairs that way so 
they can all see. That way, they won't suspect. 

"You're going to put those on my, nipples?" 

"Just for an hour or so. After about an hour, I'll come 
down and say something stupid like, 'well pledge I hope 
you learned your lesson.' And then you can take them 
off. Now this is going to hurt just a little." 

Poor Craig, couldn't even see how he was being set up. 
I guess we close doors in our minds when things get too 
unbearable. But I could see. I could see the joy Billy 
had pinching the bright plastic clothespins onto the 
kid's tits. 

"Oh God, Oh Jesus, that hurts. That hurts too much 
Billy. Take it off, please." 

"Stand still Craig, I'm trying to help you here. If we 
make this too simply, they will all figure it out. It's 
got to be believable. The pain will get less. You'll 
get used to it. The nips get numb after a while, at 
least that's what they tell me. Now the other one." 
Billy flicked the poor boy's nipple until it stood up 
stiff and proud and then affixed the clothespin right 
on the titty nub. 

Craig's hands formed tight fists and turned white. He 
jumped from naked foot to naked foot. "Oh Jesus, I 
can't take it, I can't, .it hurts so bad, Billy. 
Honest. It hurts too much. 

Billy began to rub Craig's shoulders again. "Just 
relax, just relax. The pain will grow less. This is 
mostly for the humiliation. Imagine everyone seeing you 
with clothespins on your tits. They won't know that the 
joke is on them." 

Craig was trying to deal with the pain. His breath came 
in short sharp jabs and gulps. I could see his stomach 
tighten and ripple. Billy started to rub his ass 
globes. 'Just take it easy baby. You are doing so good. 
We are all so fucking proud of you. Really we are. Are 
these on tight enough or will they fall off?" He gave 
the clothespins a twist and the kid actually fell to 
his knees in agony." 

"Jeez, Craig, I am sorry, I didn't mean to do that. 
Here let me help you to your feet. You know sometimes I 
actually kind of envy you pledges walking around bare 
assed all the time. You don't have to worry about clean 
clothes, and what to wear. Yeah, pledging has it's up 
side too. But you know what, something is wrong. It 
just doesn't look convincing. The guys are gonna say I 
am being soft on you, and I can't have that. I know, 
we'll just put two more clips on your dick." 

Craig couldn't even protest. He just stood there 
moaning, the clips on his titties bouncing. 

"I think right on your dickhead is best. That way, the 
guys will see you've got what it takes. And if there 
are any sorority girls downstairs too, they'll be 
impressed with your stamina.' He pinched the clips on 
Craig's fat cockhead. The kid wailed, you could surly 
hear it all over the Frat house. 

"There. That looks great. They're gonna think I was 
really punishing you. Let's just clip two more to your 
nutsack for good measure." Craig was crying like a 
baby. 

"Here, we can't have you crying. That makes you look 
weak." 

Billy made an act of looking around for something to 
wipe away Craig's tears, and then settled on a really 
dirty sweaty jockstrap from the floor. "Sorry if this 
stinks a little, I wore it for a month without washing 
it. I promised it that way to this one tenth grade cunt 
I am dating. Now you walk downstairs that way, proud to 
be a pledge. You show them you can take it. And no more 
talk of quitting, you hear?" 

"Yes, Sir." Craig was choking back tears of pain now. 
His dick looked ridiculous with these two brightly 
colored clothespins on his cockhead. He turned stiffly 
toward the door. 

"I'll be down in a couple of hours to take them off." 

That particular night, I was really glad to be 
polishing shoes with my dick. 

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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