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(MF+/M, nc, rp, bi, tor, huml, drugs, preg) *** I am sorry that I have not been keeping up with my report of my abusive hazing at the hands of Billy Chote and the members of the TKE Fraternity. I have had a kind of nervous breakdown and been unable to do much of anything except cry. What a pathetic state for a good looking formerly healthy nineteen year old boy to be in, I know. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my story as told in "Pledge Humiliation Games" I'll just recap for you a bit. I went go college at 18, full of hope and enthusiasm. Shortly thereafter I pledged a fraternity. The pledge period turned into a sadistic nightmare. I could not believe the sick perverted things they did to us, and many of the pledges dropped out. I held out until almost the end. Finally I had a breakdown and had to drop out of school. I initiated a lawsuit against the frat and was sent to a therapist that the fraternity provided. He insisted that I recount for him every sick, disgusting aspect of my initiation. I realized that I had blocked much of the horror from my mind. The therapist used hypnosis on me, and suggested that perhaps some of my "memories" were false and that I was never indeed abused at all. This freaked me out even more, as I had been relentlessly sexually abused. I had to undergo the therapy to complete the lawsuit, but as time went on, I seemed to regress under the hypnosis. I couldn't sleep, couldn't hold a job, and became a nervous wreck. It turns out that the therapist was an alumni of the fraternity. Still he insisted he was trying to help me. More and more of our session took place under hypnosis, and afterward, I would suffer "hysterical reactions" to my memories. My asshole began to feel once again as it had felt when I was anally raped. My mouth would get sore and raw with my lips swollen just as it had when I had been forced to suck cock night and day. The therapist said these were hysterical reactions to my fantasies. Then the therapist suggested that I meet the Frat president who had been responsible for most of my nightmare, Billy Chote. Billy Chote was a handsome jock and bully. He seemed to live only to fuck and abuse others. Girls he met seemed to fall under his charm only to be fucked and dumped by him. I broke out in a rash and was sick to my stomach as my meeting with Billy approached. I had not seen him since that night that I had run away from the Frat house bare assed naked and half out of my mind. I was terrified of him. Fortunately most of my meeting with him was done with me under hypnosis, so I don't remember much of it. I do remember that he was as handsome as ever and that he kind of sneered at me. I remember him sitting there in his tight jeans, rubbing the lump of his crotch, a habit he had. It was after the session with my therapist where I met up with Billy, that I really fell apart. I really had a nervous breakdown and almost had to be hospitalized. I may still need to be, as I can barely function. I awoke from the session with terrible pains in my ass and guts. The therapist said that once again these were hysterical pains, not caused by any real physical problem. My ass hurt so bad, I felt like I had been gang fucked. I could hardly walk. My mouth was also swollen, and my voice was hoarse. But the worst was yet to come. In the days that followed the session I began to become convinced that I was pregnant with Billy Chote's baby. I know this is insane. I am a guy, for Christ's sake. What had happened to me? I underwent more and more hypnosis, and it just got worse. I could feel the baby inside of me I was pregnant with Billy's baby! I began to worry about how I could deliver it. I know how nuts this is. The therapist had me sent to a rest home. All bills would be paid by the fraternity. I kept asking the therapist if Billy Chote had raped me at the meeting, and he told me that was nonsense and my head was filled with delusions. It was during this time that I began to remember the events of Hell Week that I had blocked from my mind. This is what I need to share with you. I hope my account will spare other young college freshmen the horror of what I had to endure. In the weeks before Hell Week, our lives were miserable. We went to classes sure, but barely had time to study. We were kept naked most of the time around the frat house. We were fed huge amounts of Viagra so our dicks were hard as rock and dripping all the time. If a pledge was seen without a hard on, he was punished. You must know how dangerous it is to have to maintain an erection for hours and hours on end. Also Viagra can be dangerous too. Some of the pledges had blurry vision, headaches, and saw strange colors from the stuff. Others began to have nervous reactions. Our pricks ached from the need to cum. They tied bells on our dicks so they could hear us coming and going. We had to get signatures of frat members on our erect cocks with magic markers. We were taken outside on campus and tied to benches with our dicks hanging out for everyone to see. Clothes pins were put on our tits and we had to suck clean the filthy jock straps of the frat members. Sometimes we had to clean the jock pouches of the frat brothers while they wore them and leaked into them and even pissed into them. They filmed us and showed the videos at parties attended by both guys and girls. We were forced to sleep as I have said before in a tiny closet, naked on top of each other. And we had to shit and piss together into a washtub. After a sports event or after the jocks worked out, we had to lick their stinking armpits clean. We also had to lick their sweaty balls and ass cracks. Billy Chote of course was partial to having his asshole sucked. Bill liked to have me suck his asshole while he fucked one of his girlfriends. It was so sick, I can hardly bare to think about it. After the fuck was over, he would make me clean his dirty dick with my mouth. When I remember back, it seems like I had cock in my mouth all the time. Between classes, after classes, all evening. Sometimes I had to sleep in Billy's room with his dick in my mouth all night. We were called "faggot, cum-dumps, ass-wipes, fuck- faces, dick-holes," and worse. We were made to have sex with each other for the entertainment of the frat brothers and their girlfriends. I know that you are asking the same thing the court people and the police did, why did we put up with it. Any normal guy would have just quit. Walked away! I don't know the answer to that. That is why I am in therapy. Perhaps those of use who stayed and endured the horror were weak, at the time we were told we were proving ourselves strong. Billy kept saying things to me like, "You are doing great. It won't be long now. Good job." He would stroke my ego with these words while he gently fed me his dick to suck on. I remember crawling from frat brother to frat brother licking their dicks and balls while they watched TV. I was a mindless freak, and they loved it. I won the best pledge award for the first half of the hazing period. I remember I was so fucking proud. I was sucking dick and taking it up the ass and I was actually proud. They all laughed at me not only behind my back but to my face as well. Guys can be so fucking cruel to other guys in the name of harmless fun. I am sorry, but that is all I can handle now. I'll write more later when I feel better. I have to try to eat something, but I can't seem to keep any food down. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 44