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(MF+/M+, exh, nc, rp, tor, oral, anal, huml) *** 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41