[This fraternity hazing story appeared in Issue 16 (May/June 1990)]
FLORIDA. In 1983, I pledged a college fraternity my first semester at the state university. The fraternity (which I’ll call Sigma Delta) was considered one of the two top frats on campus, filled with jocks and good looking, affluent young men. I was very lucky to get a bid, and I would have done almost anything to get through my pledgeship and be initiated as a brother.
Our pledgeship was mostly routine. In addition to memorizing lists of brothers’ names and badge numbers, fraternity history and various oaths, we kept the frat house clean and served dinner. Though there was never any talk about hazing, we couldn’t help but notice that standing in a corner of the basement party room was a huge, wooden chair nicknamed the “pledge throne”. Nobody ever sat or talked about this massive piece of furniture, but both the name and the abundance of ring bolts sunk into the frame gave us something to worry about.
Hell Week marked the end of the pledgeship, and providing our first semester grades were good and we made it through Hell Week, we would become full fledged Sigma Delts. The first night of Hell Week was a Friday, and we were told to show up at the frat house at 10:00 p.m. wearing the following uniform: gym shorts & underwear, sneakers, a white tee shirt and a tie. Well, of course we looked ridiculous walking across campus in that silly costume, but all the pledges (about twenty of us) showed up at the frat house at 10.
We were told to gather and relax in the upstairs lounge where there was a keg of beer on tap. When we were needed someone would come and get us. We waited there and each had a beer or two, wondering what was going to happen to us. Finally at 11:00 pm Buck, the pledgemaster, came up with a big cardboard box filled with medium sized grocery bags and a couple of pens.
“Listen up, pledges,” Buck called out. “Each of you take one paper bag and write your name on it. Then take off sneakers, socks, gym shorts and tee shirts and put them in the bag. Then pile the bags in the corner. I want to see every one of you lined up outside in the hallway in 2 minutes wearing only underwear and a tie… Get moving!”
He stepped out into the hallway looking at his watch, and the room exploded into activity. Since there were only a couple of pens, everyone was grabbing at bags and scrambling to write their names while throwing clothes right and left. Back then I tried to convince myself I was straight, but the sight of all those hot boys stripping down around me was a turn-on nonetheless. We ran out in the hallway and lined up according to height (I’m 5'11", so I was near the front) in just under two minutes. Then another couple of brothers joined Buck in the hallway and inspected us. They told us to throw out our chests, suck in our stomachs, etc. Buck walked up to one, a cute blond pledge named Steve, and pointed at a small, worn hole along the side of Steve’s underwear.
“These are pathetic,” Buck yelled. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Sorry, Sir,” was Steve’s excuse, which even I thought sounded sort of lame.
“Don’t worry about it, pledge,” Buck said soothingly. He then put two fingers inside the small hole and jerked his hand to the side, tearing the underwear from the elastic waist to the leg. Another jerk and the underwear were left in tatters, hanging like rags from the waistband and leaving Steve’s ass and cock in full view.
Buck walked to the head of the line and stared up at Brian, who was the tallest pledge.
“Take your neck tie off, Brian, and hand it to the pledge behind you.” Brian did what he was told.
Buck then instructed the pledge to wrap the tie tightly around Brian’s head and tie it in the back to act as a blindfold. After Brian was blindfolded, the third guy in line blindfolded the second, and on it went down the line until we all were tightly blindfolded. Buck then had us put our hands on the shoulder of the pledge in front of us and then led us downstairs.
I could tell by the feel of the flooring under my bare feet that we were in the long hallway downstairs that led to the party room. The party room was a big room in the basement with a tile floor and a d.j. booth where we could throw parties and clean up easily afterwards. Now it sounded like the doors were closed and the room was filled with all the brothers, who were yelling things like, “Bring in the first victim,” and “Haul in more freshmen meat.”
There was some whispering between Buck and the other two guys who were keeping an eye on us, then a knock on the big wooden doors, and then everything got quiet in the party room. I was extremely nervous, but also turned on, and I kept hoping that I wouldn’t get some sort of embarrassing erection. Finally eerie music began to play on the other side of the doors, and I could hear Brian, the first pledge in line, utter a surprised “Hey!”
Buck quickly said “Shut up, pledge. Come with us.”
I could hear people moving, and the doors open and close. Obviously they had taken Brian inside, but that was all we could tell.
There was a lot of excited yelling and laughing coming through the door for the next five minutes, but it was too muffled to understand. Finally things quieted down and the doors opened again and the next pledge was led inside. This continued until they led the guy in front of me into the room, and I knew that I was next. By this time I had gotten really nervous, and I remember trembling a little, both from anxiety and from the cold tile floor under my bare feet.
The doors opened again and two brothers grabbed me firmly, one at each arm. They led me into the big party room, which I could tell was dark by the light filtering through the blindfold. The doors closed behind me, and I knew there was no turning back. I felt a third pair of hands touch me, grabbing the waistband of my underwear, surprisingly, and pulling them down around my ankles.
“Step out of these, pledge.”
I stepped out of the underpants and was led to the massive pledge throne, which was what I had suspected all the while. Once seated, about four brothers scrambled around me, fastening me tightly to the chair with what felt like cotton rope. In less than a minute, my ankles were tied to the chair legs, my wrists were tied to the chair’s sturdy arms, and a rope criss-crossed my chest. What made me feel the most helpless was that my knees were tied wide apart so I couldn’t bring them together and protect my naked crotch. Though I am tall and lean, I have always had a large cock, and I could hear somebody comment about it in the back of the room, which made me feel even more self-conscious and embarrassed.
Once I was helplessly tied down, Buck said, “Alright, let’s interrogate him. If you get any of these questions wrong, pledge, you are going to be sorry.” This really made me nervous.
Questions began to be fired at me. “What is Brother Smith’s pin number?” “Where was Sigma Delta founded?” “ In what year?” “Who founded this chapter?” I answered them as quickly as possible, and having studied hard, only got a couple of questions wrong. Each time I answered wrong somebody would throw an egg or a water balloon, but because they had all been drinking, their aim was abysmal. The egg glanced my shoulder and exploded against the chair back, and the water balloon exploded squarely on my left knee.
The interrogation lasted about two minutes, then Buck said, “This pledge has passed the test. Let’s paint him!”
Within seconds, a crowd of guys were shoving around me, smelling strongly of beer. I could feel a half dozen wet paint brushes touch me all over, but I couldn’t see what was going on. Someone was writing something across my chest, someone else was writing on my thighs, and strangest of all, about three paint brushes were concentrating on my genitals. First, paint was being slathered around the base of my cock, coating my pubic hair and the area surrounding my penis with paint. Astonishingly, someone even grabbed my penis and lifted it up, while another brush tickled and stroked my balls. Well, of course I became turned on immediately and became semi-erect. I covered it up as well as I could by laughing and yelling out, “Hey, cut it out, I’m ticklish!” Everyone was laughing and shoving around me, and no one seemed to care if I were ticklish, or erect, or anything other than a captive human canvas.
Next, paint brushes stroked the shaft of my penis from the point just behind the head to the base of the cock. Again, someone lifted my semi-hard penis up against my belly to paint underneath, which has always been incredibly sensitive. I squirmed and tried to close my legs but couldn’t get away. Finally, a single brush twirled around the head of my penis. The brush was so wet and soft, and my penis was so sensitive, that I actually cried out, making everyone burst into laughter.
“O.K., this one is finished, put him in the corral.”
They untied the ropes and I was pulled to my feet, dripping paint. I was led to a corner of the room when someone pulled my hands behind me and quickly tied them together. Then, Buck pulled off my blindfold. What I saw in front of me was incredible! Brian and the three other pledges brought ahead of me were all standing squashed together, hands tied behind them, with a single long rope thrown around all their chests like a lasso. They all had their future badge numbers painted across their chests in bright, neon poster paint. On their upper arms and thighs were written things like ‘property of Sigma Delt,’ ‘frat slave,’ etc.
Incredibly, each of their penises were painted like a bullseye, with concentric red, yellow and blue rings. Above each piece of bizarre genital artwork was a slogan like ‘Use This Wisely,’ ‘Pencil Dick,’ or ‘Community Property.’ I looked down and, sure enough, I was painted exactly the same, with a bright neon penis and ‘Monster Dick’ written on my belly. Before I could really get a look at this handiwork, the big lasso was lifted and I was pushed in with the other naked pledges. The rope circled us again and we were all pulled together tightly. “You’re all brothers now,” was Buck’s comment, “so you shouldn’t mind this.”
I didn’t mind this at all, even though at the time I was faintly repulsed by how much I enjoyed being pressed against a bunch of naked, tied up guys (all of whom were taller than me, incidently, and one of whose penises was pressed firmly to my upper buttock). Since I was no longer blindfolded, I could watch and enjoy the next hour as they did the same to the last fifteen or so pledges.
By the time they got to the last guy, a short boy named Darryn, the corral took up the entire corner of the room and was a mass of naked freshmen. Buck said, “these guys are a mess, lets clean them up!” I knew what was about to happen…
The party room had big drains on the tile floor, and spigots in the nearby pantry to hook up heavy duty water hoses so we could easily clean up the place after an all-night beer party. Now the brothers turned those hoses on us, dousing us with cold water from all sides. The pledges yelled, squirmed and tried to hide from the hoses, but only got tangled up even more. I was near the middle, so I didn’t get it too badly, but all the pushing and squirming, the bare feet slipping along the wet tiles, and the hands tied behind our backs led to the inevitable first pledge falling over. Luckily, when the first guy fell over, he took everyone else with him, and we all landed in a gigantic, naked, writhing mass of arms and legs, with no one hurt. The brothers must have taken some pity on us at this point, because they turned the taps over to warm water and kept dousing us for the next few minutes until we were all mostly clean. Then they turned the water off, threw the lights on and helped us to our feet. We were untied and led in groups of four to the showers, where we finished cleaning up. The rest of the evening was spent drinking beer and listening to the brothers tell us how silly we looked, but since it was all in good fun, and since no one was hurt or seriously humiliated, none of the pledges had any hard feelings.
The next night we were told to show up at the house at eight, in the same outfits of gym shorts, sneakers and white tee-shirts. We spent the evening cleaning the house up and doing chores, interspersed with occasional push-ups and question & answer sessions. We had to get every brothers’ signature on our pledge paddle that night, and in exchange for their signature, we had to allow them to take a swing at our butts with the paddle.
By midnight the frat house was spic and span, and we were told to gather in the dining room. Buck told us that the pledges would be broken up into pairs, and then hazed individually by a group of brothers. Everything seemed pretty well planned out, because groups of about four brothers would call out a pair of pledge names from a list.
I was paired up with a pledge named Todd, who happened to be a pal of mine from the dorm. What was interesting was that Todd was nearly exactly my height, had my swimmer’s build, and had blondish hair like mine. We hung around a lot together, and some people thought we were brothers because we looked so much alike. We were given over to a group of four brothers who I knew were a clique in the fraternity, led by an overweight guy named Frank, who was frat treasurer. What I knew about these tight-knit guys was that they were all from Miami, they were all seniors and pretty influential in the frat, and they all had given me sort of subtle clues that they might have been closeted gays. Todd and I walked over and waited by these four guys until all the groups were formed. Then the groups of brothers led their pledge pairs away. The vast majority of groups left the house entirely, heading out to various parts of campus. A couple of groups went out back of the house to where there was a big field. In the end, only a couple of groups remained in the house, of which we were one.
Frank led Todd, me, and the other brothers upstairs, where Frank’s room was. In this wing of the frat house, all the rooms were two-room suites with a sort of livingroom/bedroom and bath deal. We entered the livingroom part of the suite, and Frank locked the door. The four brothers went into the back bedroom and Frank said, just before he closed the connecting door, “we are going to be back in 5 minutes. I want you both standing at attention, facing the wall, entirely naked, with your clothes folded neatly on that chair when we open this door again.”
The door closed again, and Todd and I looked at each other. I whispered, “do you think we should strip down to just our underwear? I don’t know what they’ve got planned.”
Todd looked at me and smiled sort of nervously. “Nah, we should do exactly what they said, because we don’t want to screw up our chances of getting initiated tomorrow.” Even as he spoke he was stripping out of his tee shirt and shoes, exposing his lean, hairless chest and cute tanned feet. “Here goes nothing,” Todd continued, and skinned his gym shorts and underwear off. I did the same and tried to glance at his penis without being obvious. He had a long, smooth cut penis that curved out of a patch of blond curls. This was really a turn on, and it seemed that Todd was pretty relaxed about the whole thing. We stood at attention, facing the wall, and waited until the guys opened the door again.
It seemed like a lot longer than 5 minutes before the door opened. We were whispering to each other, saying how weird this was and how nervous we were, when the door opened up and Frank said, “No talking, pledges.” He told us to turn around, and I could see that Frank had some sort of hokey, crimson robe on with a hood. He tossed a wide, black bandana at Todd said, “blindfold pledge Nick, and make sure he can’t see a thing.” Todd did as he was told. Then, Frank led Todd and me into the bedroom. I couldn’t see the other guys, but the little bit of light that filtered through the blindfold made me think the room was lighted with candles. Frank pushed me down into an armless, wooden chair and then told me to put my hands behind my back. I heard him tell Todd to kneel down and wait. Then, ropes were wrapped criss-cross around my wrists until they were secured together tightly. Other ropes were wrapped around each ankle, and then my feet were pulled back and tied to the top corners of the back chair legs, so that my toes couldn’t touch the ground, and my knees were forced apart. With those few simple ropes, I was entirely helpless.
“This is your final initiation, pledge Nick. Listen carefully. I want you to recite the fraternity oath for us.”
Well, this was easy. The fraternity oath was a sort of poem that consisted of about six sentences, which all the pledges had to know backwards and forwards. I quickly recited the oath.
“That was good. Now, I want you to continue reciting the oath, over and over, until I tell you to stop. I don‘t want to hear you hesitate or stutter even once. Your bid to become a brother is at stake… do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“One last thing,” Frank continued with a sort of little laugh. “Todd, grab Nick’s cock.”
“What?” Todd exclaimed.
“Grab his penis!” Frank yelled. I felt a smooth, cool hand grasp my penis, which immediately became hard. “Now start jerking him off.” Todd didn’t ask anymore questions but started to stroke my hardening cock as I began to squirm.
“Pledge Nick, start reciting the oath.”
I began to repeat the frat oath, trying hard not to stutter or hesitate. It was nearly impossible! I didn’t stutter, but I knew my voice was shaky, and I couldn’t help but moan every once in a while.
“Louder!” Frank would yell at me. “Faster!” he would yell at Todd.
I kept up as best as I could, fumbling over words and getting more and more worried that I was screwing up my chances to become a brother. It seemed like an eternity as Todd vigorously pumped and pulled at my enormous erection and I kept yelling out the frat oath in a shaky voice. Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, another hand (not Todd’s) reached down and firmly grabbed my balls, pulling them gently away from my body. Just as I began to feel the tide of my ejaculation rising, somebody else grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I came as I yelled out the words from the oath, which no longer made sense to me.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough.” Frank finally said. “Todd, untie Nick and get a towel to clean him up.” When that was all done my blindfold was removed and I was told to blindfold Todd. He face was all flushed and panting a little, and his penis was so hard that it nearly slapped his belly even while standing. After he was blindfolded, and as he was being seated, I whispered to Todd, “your turn, big guy,” and laughed. Now they told me to kneel beside him, and tied Todd securely to the chair the same way I was. Mark, the guy who must have pulled my head back in the end, must have liked the way that looked, because he looped a rope loosely around Todd’s neck and tied it to the back of the chair, forcing his chest out. I was kneeling on the floor, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the way Todd’s long, tanned toes were squirming and dancing in the air, straining to touch the floor in some way.
“Todd, start reciting the oath. The same rules apply. Nick, you know what to do.”
I was determined to make Todd squirm even more than I did. Plus, I didn’t think I would ever get a chance to do something like this with a guy ever again. I used one hand to encircle the base of Todd’s cock and grip it tightly, while I stroked the shaft and head of his penis with the other. The guys saw this and laughed, and Todd could hardly speak, much less recite the oath.
“Stop stuttering, Pledge Todd,” Frank yelled, and pinched both of Todd’s nipples.
Todd yelped and started to recite in what sounded like English. As Todd squirmed and stumbled through the oath, Frank twirled and pinched his nipples, and I kept pumping his massive erection. Within about 30 seconds, Todd was yelling and shooting all over his belly, high enough to hit his shoulder. “Oh, God, Stop! Stop!” Todd yelled. Everyone laughed and Frank gave me the order to stop. We cleaned Todd up and released him.
I had had a couple of other bondage-related experiences in my early teens, which made me excited, but nothing like this. It was probably the scene in Frank’s room that made me eventually become so obsessed with male bondage sex, but at the time, and through most of college, I was still too hung up about what it all meant and I didn’t pursue it. A couple of times later, when we were all initiated as brothers, Todd tried to bring the subject up in a joking way, but I always shied away from it because it turned me on so much. Todd and I, nor any of the guys who were involved in that strange scene ever talked about it much, and from what the other pledges told me, none of them were involved in anything quite that kinky. I am 24 now, and I finally have come to terms with this highly specialized sort of sex, and though my bondage encounters are few and far between, I think that male bondage is great!
I love this story. Very hot. My fave was the second half. Thanks Bob for posting this. -Jeremy
Posted by: Jeremy | February 19, 2008 at 08:27 PM
I am interested in getting a hazing initation from guys who will enjoy giving it to me. This is something I have never had and I need the experience. I am in soutern California. Thank You
Posted by: Enemadude | January 13, 2012 at 03:27 AM