The Reluctant Fraternity Pledge
By
Deep Diver
Editor: Smokey
Copyright 2012, by Deep Diver. All Rights reserved.
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All persons and events in this story are fictitious.
Chapter 1
Sherman had just come out of the office of his academic advisor. He was somewhat shaken by what the advisor had told him. He being a business administration student, needed to do a semester as an intern in one of the University approved businesses, but his chances of being accepted by any of the approved businesses, was practically nil, unless he was a member of the business fraternity Phi Rho Kappa. As a member of that fraternity, he’d have his pick of almost any of the companies on the school’s list.
Sherman only needed one more semester before he graduated and he had all of the other required courses. He had avoided all of the fraternities on campus because of one simple reality, in order to become a member, he would have to pledge and the hazing of pledges is no well-kept secret on any reputable college campus. It was far too late to change his major, unless he wanted to spend the next three years increasing his already formidable student loan.
Sherman went back to his dorm room with a veritable concoction of contradictory feelings, all colliding within his abdomen. ‘Fuck, why didn’t I just join a frat in my freshman year and get it over with, to pledge now would be like committing social suicide.’
Once back in his room at the dorm, he wished he had someone that he could discuss his dilemma with. His first three years, he had shared his room with an older student who was a geek and spent all of his free time in the library doing research. This last year, he was stuck with a goofy freshmen, who believed that college was a place where one either recovered from a weekend of heavy drinking or prepared oneself for the Friday night beer fests or orgies held on various floors of the high rise dorm buildings. It would be a minor miracle to even find the guy sober, and then it would be near impossible to hold his attention more than a few seconds.
Sherman began to feel the disadvantage of being a loner. He rarely dated, not wanting to get involved with any of the coeds, until after graduation, once his student loan was paid off and he had a steady job. Sherman was on the tennis team, but that is a very individual sport, perhaps one of the most, especially for those that weren’t into couples. He always made a point to be friendly to everyone, but really had no particular friend and now he was feeling the pinch.
‘It’s no use; I’m going to have to give this fraternity thing a try. I know that they are going to piss on me, especially me being an upperclassmen, but if it gets too extreme, I can just quit,’ Sherman thought, trying to console himself.
Sherman left his room, trying to find sufficient energy to face his worst fear. He walked from the dorm to the Student Union building, where the various university organizations had an office. The frats all had their recruitment offices on the third floor of the Student Union building. Sherman got into the elevator, feeling his anxieties rise faster than the Otis lift. When the doors opened on the third floor, he broke out into a sweat and could feel his heart racing. He went over to the floor directory and saw the list of fraternities and sororities represented on the campus. He found the Phi Rho Kappa’s office number and began walking towards it. Sherman felt like he was trapped in a nightmare and that the hall kept getting longer and longer and then in a flash, a la the Twi-light zone, he found himself in front of the dreaded door. He knocked easily on the door hoping that no one would answer and got his wish.
Suddenly someone came up behind him and asked if he needed help.
“Oh, I’m considering joining a fraternity and was wondering if I could get some info on the Phi Rho’s,” said Sherman, hiding the fact that he was already decided to join.
“Well, you came to the best place to get info, come on inside. I’m Jeff and a member of that Frat, which I can tell you is a real great brotherhood to belong to. We are charter members in good standing with the National Organization, run at least one charitable event each semester, throw the best toga parties, as well as an up-to-date archive of every business school professors’ past exams!”
“Damn, I didn’t know about that archive. That sure could have come in handy.”
“Why, what year are you in?”
“I’m a senior.”
“A senior! I’m not even sure if we accept someone that close to graduation as a pledge. I’m going to have to consult on that one. Tell you what. We are going to have a rush later on tonight in our fraternity house, why don’t you come by and meet some of the other guys and by then I will have checked the rule about seniors joining the frat.”
“I could do that.”
“Okay, so why don’t you fill out his form and give me some info about you, in case I need it,” said Jeff. “Also, here is a brochure that will explain somet things about our fraternity.”
Sherman took the form, which was pinned to a clipboard and began filling it the usual info, like name, address, major, GPA, sports played and family members that might have been members of the fraternity. He noticed that Jeremy was watching him fill out the form. Sherman looked up and into Jeff’s eyes. Jeremy didn’t flinch, but just smiled and asked, “Something unclear?”
“No, it’s all very straight forward,” said Sherman, as he continued filling out the form and then made an awkward exit, feeling strange about the way the Jeremy stared at him and noticing that Jeremy had a strange sort of personal magnetism about him.
Sherman swung by the library and tried to catch up on some reading, but found it hard to concentrate, as he began feeling some anxiety about going to the fraternity rush. He also felt weird as he recalled Jeff staring at him. He couldn’t help but wonder if that is how Jeremy stares at everyone or was there something that Jeremy was seeing about himself.
The day seemed to drag on with Sherman oscillating between thoughts of attending the rush and fears of what would be expected of him as a pledge. He had to keep reminding himself that his professional career depended on graduating and an internship was required for graduation. Giving up on his efforts to study, he returned to his dorm in order to shower and shave, before going to the rush.
After he cleaned up, he went down to the cafeteria for some dinner. As was his custom, he went alone, and as usually, once he had his tray full, he looked around for an unoccupied table.
Rebecca Smith, saw him sitting alone and jumped up from the table where she was sitting with her roommate and her boyfriend and came over to Sherman’s table with her tray and asked if she could join him.
“Help yourself, there is no one sitting there.”
“Why do you always sit alone?”
“I don’t always sit by myself, but I do prefer to eat my food hot and not get involved in some asinine conversation.”
“My roommate is with her boyfriend and I think that they want to be alone together, if you know what I mean,” said Rebecca, hiding her interest in Sherman. “I haven’t seen you out on the tennis courts this semester.”
“I’ve been. I just go real early before they get filled up,” said Sherman, wishing he hadn’t told Rebecca, because she was now sure to start showing up earlier in the day.
“I can’t convince you to try couples?”
“No, I haven’t enough time to practice for singles and playing couples will take too much of a chuck of time out of my study. Besides, I am thinking of joining a frat, so I am going to have even less time.”
“Oh yea; which frat?”
“Um, the Phi Rho...”
“The Phi Rho Kappa’s? My brother is the President of that frat. Do you want me to put a word in for you?”
“Please don’t, I don’t want it to seem that I am using you to get in,” said Sherman, fearing more being indebted to Rebecca.
“Ah, no one would think that, especially my brother.”
“I think I prefer to get in on my own merits and not as a special favor.”
“Okay, have it your way. Are you planning to go to the formal this semester?”
“I don’t think so, the tux rental and all is kind of expensive and I’m already in debt up to my eye brows.”
“Well, if that is the only thing holding you back, I sure I could get my brother to loan you a tux from the fraternity.”
Sherman could feel himself being corned by Rebecca. His anxiety levels began to rise and he could feel a drop of sweat tricking down his back. ‘Why is this girl so persistent? I haven’t given her any indication of any interest in her,’ he thought.
Sherman ate his food as quickly as he could and made some awkward excuse about having to make a phone call and left Rebecca stranded on a table by herself, inadvertently making her seem like a looser. She pulled out her cell phone and called her brother.
“Rebecca, what’s up?”
“Pat, I need a favor.”
“What can I do you for?”
“There is a guy coming to your rush tonight. Can you get him into your frat?”
“Did he ask you to speak to me on his behalf?”
“No, totally the opposite, he asked me not to intercede, but he is so shy and so cute and if you could just allow him to be a pledge, well maybe you could get him to take me out.”
“Rebecca, aren’t you the sly one!”
“Oh please do this for me, you don’t have to make him a brother; just allow him to be a pledge. Do it for me?”
“What’s his name?”
“Sherman, I’m not sure of his last name, but there aren’t too many guys around with the name Sherman.”
“Oh no Becky, he is already a senior and we don’t take guys so close to graduation.”
“For me? Just let him pledge.”
“Oh, I’ll see what I can do, but I’m not promising. I’ll have to convince the other guys on the council.”
“What are their names?”
“Oh no you don’t; you leave this in my hands; hear me Rebecca?”
“I’m counting on you, Pat.”
Pat felt awkward bending the rules of the frat, just so his sister could get a date with a nerd, but having Becky beholden to him, could surely come in handy, so against his better judgment, he went to each of the members of the council and spoke on behalf of doing an experiment by allowing a senior to pledge.
The other council members objected to someone joining the fraternity and getting all the benefits, without having helped accrue them, but no one had strong objections to allowing a senior to pledge.
That evening when Sherman arrived, he was made to feel welcome. When Jeff came down from his room, he pulled Sherman aside and explained that he had looked up the rule and spoken to the President of the frat, and it wasn’t going to be possible for him to pledge.
“Of course, that doesn’t mean that you and I can’t be good friends and help each other in any way that we can.”
“Well, thanks for being straight with me. I really wasn’t sure that I wanted to join anyway,” Sherman said too much, but thought that Jeff’s offer of friendship was just his way of easing the bad news.
Just then, Pat came down and saw Jeff talking with a stranger and came right over to them.
“Is this Sherman, the guy that’s on the tennis team? Oh, Jeremy, I didn’t have a chance to speak with you, but the council is open to him pledging the fraternity, as an exception to the rule, in consideration for your success on the courts,” lied Pat.
Jeff face lighted up with Pat’s news and turned Sherman back around and led him towards a keg of beer and filled up his glass.
“I guess the council realized that to be good at a sport, you have to dedicate a lot of time to practice as well as study,” said Jeremy, who knew of no other jocks that had not been given the same consideration.
“So if I decide to pledge this frat, what do I have to do?”
“Well, there are more papers to fill out, and a physical exam, as well as blood tests and that’s it. If the house votes to accept you as a pledge, you will be informed.”
“You mean you will send me a letter of acceptance or something,” asked Sherman, knowing well enough that some of the frats had some extreme ways of gathering their pledges.
“Sort of, I’m really not supposed to tell you much. If you are accepted, the pledge master will be in charge of your orientation.”
“So who is the pledge master?”
“I’m not at liberty to say, since I don’t really know yet. The President and his council decide that after we select the pledges. I guess they want to avoid that a close friend of a pledge be the pledge master, in order to avoid favoritism. You must realize that pledging is about learning how to become a brother of the fraternity and accepting each brother as an equal.”
“Sure, I understand that, but what about hazing?”
“Officially we do not haze our pledges, but they are required to do certain tasks each day, to learn about the fraternity and to show that they are capable of respecting the brothers and fulfill duties.”
“Sounds kind of normal, but all the secrecy makes me somewhat anxious.”
“Look, for a freshman it can be kind of rough, but with your experience on campus, it should be a breeze for you,” said Jeremy.
Sherman noticed that Jeremy tended to keep his eyes on him and felt uncomfortable, checking out the others gathered.
One of the brothers invited all the visitors to take the grand tour of their frat house. It looked much cleaner than he expected and he was surprised that each brother had a bed in the house, although only the council members, all seniors, had their own rooms on the third floor.
Sherman left the frat house as early as possible, not feeling all so comfortable among so many strangers. He wished there was some other way that he could procure an internship, without having to join the frat but couldn’t see any other alternative.
Two days later, Sherman was in his room, doing some research on the Internet, when there was an unexpected knock at his door. He got up and opened it to see a guy with a football player’s physique, standing there.
“Are you Sherman?”
“Yes.”
“I am a brother of the Phi Rho Kappa’s. I have come to fetch you. Get your bath accessories and a couple of changes of underwear and put it into a bag. He was also told to pack a couple of pair of white socks, but nothing else.
Once Sherman gathered what he was told he needed, the brother handed him a jockstrap with the logo of the fraternity in pink and told him to put it on.
“You mean over my clothes?”
The brother did not answer him, but limited himself to a slow negative shake of the head from side to side.
Eventually, Sherman was stark naked except for the jockstrap and a blindfold that was placed over his eyes and tied behind his head. The brother put a note on Sherman’s desk that explained that Sherman would be out for the week-end and would be well taken care of by the brothers of the Phi Rho Kappa’s fraternity.
Sherman was then led out of the dorm building naked, except for the blindfold and no one bated an eye, as these kinds of fraternity pranks were all too common place on campus. Sherman was led to a waiting van and after several other guys were loaded, they were driven off a good distance, leading Sherman to suspect that they were no longer on campus. Sherman could feel the naked leg of another pledge rubbing against his own. It felt weird and at the same time warm and sexy. He wished he could know to whom the leg belonged.
Sherman began to worry about his room having been left unlocked with no one looking after his things. But he didn’t know that Jeremy had been along to fetch him and saw to shutting off his PC and locking his door. He hadn’t come into the room until after Sherman had been blindfolded and had been ogling his naked body.
The group of six, were taken to the fraternity’s cabin in the woods, outside the city where they were to experience their first hell week, which was only for the weekend. Once they were all inside the cabin with all the windows shuttered, they were allowed to remove their blindfolds.
“Okay you piglets. Pay attention and do not speak unless I or one of the fraternity brothers tells you to. You are here to begin your initiation into our brotherhood. Being a member of the Phi Rho Kappa fraternity is an honor that you are not worthy of receiving. Belonging to our fraternity will set those of you accepted, into a very select and small group of elite individuals. Do as you are told without hesitation and perhaps you may have a chance at being admitted to our prestigious society. Have I made myself clear?” said the speaker.
Many of the guys nodded their assent.
“I asked if I had made myself clear.”
“Some guys responded affirmatively.
“Listen piglets and understand that the only response acceptable is for you all to say clearly and distinctly and audibly, ‘Yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir,” replied the group.
“Oh, I see we have an especially slow pigsty this year. I asked if you understood me!” yelled the frat brother.
“YES, SIR!” called out the group in response.
“Finally, I am getting through to you retards.”
“It is now my privilege to present you your Pledge Master. The man chosen to guide your initiation is a brother held in the highest esteem by the brotherhood. He will be completely in charge of each of you. His authority will be even higher than the fraternity brother, who will be assigned to you at the end of this weekend. Displease the Pledge Master and you may find yourself summarily dismissed without appeal from our sacred order.
Have I made myself understood to you heathens?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Not loud enough to convince anyone.”
“YES, SIR!”
“Down on your knees to receive your Pledge Master.”
The group went down on their knees.
The Pledge Master walked into the room wearing a full length dark robe and a metal ritual mask, designed to provoke fear in all who beheld it. He moved over close to the first pledge and the first brother spoke.
“You will each declare your willingness to humble yourself and obey your Pledge Master by kissing the symbol of his office.”
“YES, SIR!”
The Pledge Master moved over to the first pledge and opened his robe so that only that pledge could see.
“The rest of you keep your eyes staring forward.”
“Yes, Sir!”
The first pledge swallowed deeply and leaned forward to press his lips to the Pledge Master’s cock, which was entombed in a gold-plated CB 6000. A frat brother took a Digital picture of each pledge, as he kissed the CB 6000, which was dangling before his eyes. When the Pledge Master opened his robe in front of Sherman, Sherman’s impulse was to get up and run out of wherever he was and forget completely about the fraternity, graduation and any future job. But he was so scared; his fear helped him do what he had to do, in spite of his feelings of revulsion. Seeing the CB 6000, relieved him greatly, but it was still the most disgusting thing that he ever had to do, in his entire life.
Only after all the pledges had paid their homage to their Master, did he remove his mask.
“I am Pledge Master Michael, Pledge Master to you scum will do. Your first duty for your initiation is to be cleansed of your life as a non-brother.”
The pledges where paired and taken outside, and led behind the cabin, where there was long wash trough, set up with several spigots. They were divided into pairs and the given instructions.
“You need to be cleansed, inside and out, first inside. Each of you will be given an enema. Your partner is to administer it. The entire bag must be emptied into your intestines and held for ten minutes before you will be permitted to expunge it. You are all dirty vermin and have consumed God knows what toxins, which must be removed from your systems.
You with him, he with you and you with him,” said the brother.
Another brother distributed the full enema bags, filled with a cheap table wine, which would go right to their heads and help lower their inhibitions rather quickly.
Still another brother had a jar of Vaseline and one of each pair dipped the applicator into the Vaseline gel and then inserted it into his brother pledge’s butt hole. When some of the pledges began to moan, a frat brother yelled, “Silence!”
Sherman had been given the applicator and dipped it in the gel and then motioned for his wide eyed brother pledge who he had never seen before, to turn around. He felt for his ass hole with one finger and then inserted the applicator. He was surprised by the feel of the fellow’s ass cheeks, which were at the same time, both soft and firm, smooth and tensed, hairless on the cheeks, with a forest of hair running up and down his ass crack. Sherman did the chore once again feeling disgusted, but also fascinated. He assumed the attitude of a health care professional, administrating a treatment prescribed by a doctor and for the patient’s own good. He was gentle but firm and felt paternal feelings as well as some erotic coming to the surface. His greatest fear was to get a boner, while wearing only a jockstrap.
Once Sherman’s partner’s innards were filled to capacity, it was his turn to suck up the warmed liquid. When his partner felt around his ass cheeks seeking his butt hole, it was the strangest sensation, which quickly turned into horror, as the applicator slipped between his cheeks and the liquid purgative began to invade his colon. Sherman wanted to scream for him to stop, but he also realized that doing so, would ruin any hope of a professional career and he bit his lip instead.
When the enema bag was fully emptied into his innards, Sherman felt desperate to expunge it as soon as possible. But the frat brother was timing each set of three pledges. The minutes seemed to go by at an agonizing slow rate, as all six were squeezing down on their sphincter muscles, trying to hold the offending purgative within. They all felt the gurgling insider their intestines and feared for the worst. The panic worsened, as only one was allowed on the open air toilet at a time.
‘If they don’t hurry, I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer,’ thought Sherman, who had broken out in a cold sweat. ‘Please God, don’t let me shit myself, please help me,’ he prayed, feeling himself more humiliated than when he had kissed that penis prison on the Pledge Master’s cock. ‘I’m never going to make it through this entire weekend, if it’s going to be like this the whole time.’
When all of their bowels were finally emptied, each pair was ordered to wash the entire body of the other, from head to toe. Hair clippers were passed from pair to pair and all body hair was ordered removed. There were cans of shaving cream and disposable razors, with which they had to remove every last hair from each partner’s body.
Finally, they were led back inside the cabin, totally naked and hairless, cleansed inside and out, but feeling totally stripped of all their personal dignity.
“Your hope is to enter our Greek society. In order to be a member of any fraternity, a member must have certain basic knowledge. You will listen to a brother who will begin reciting the Greek alphabet. You must memorize it before you can eat tonight. Listen attentively!”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, iota…”
Sherman wondered how he was supposed to concentrate on learning a foreign alphabet, while sitting on the floor among a group of naked men.
Chapter 2
“Chi, psi, omega,” repeated the group for the umphteen time.
Then each was told to repeat the alphabet, on their own. If one stumbled, he was mocked and was forced to try once again, after the others attempted to recite it.
After more than an hour, the group was still unsure of the alphabet, but the brother who was coaching them, took a break, while another brother began to lecture them on the name of the fraternity and its mission. They were told the name of the founders and that they would be expected to recite the brotherhood’s foundation history and eventually learn the names of the members of the first frat house, the names of the present members of the house that they hoped to join, as well as the names of the present officers, on an International, national and local house level. Failure to do so, would block any hope of getting into the fraternity.
After listening carefully to the brother tell them how the first house was founded and by whom, the brother rattled off the names of all the officers that they would be expected to memorize. The six pledges listened amazed that the brother could rattle off such a long list of names, without hesitating for one moment. Each doubted that they would ever be able to achieve such proficiency and feared proving themselves not up to the task. Like each of his pledge brothers, Sherman’s level of anxiety began to rise, as he tried to recall the letters of the Greek alphabet and couldn’t get past gamma.
Once the history lesson was over, the brother in charge of directing their learning of the alphabet was back. This time he came with a barrel of beer and explained that each would have to chug a mug of beer, each time they faltered in reciting the alphabet. He himself impressed them once again with his own proficiency and rattled off the twenty-four strange sounding letters one after the other, confidently and at a moderate pace. Then he had the group repeat them after himself and then as a group, they recited the list three times, before he began to call on each to recite the letters individually.
Listening to the first two helped Sherman refresh his faltering memory. But when the third tried and faltered, even repeating some of the letters more than once, Sherman’s mind went into a meltdown. The pledge was given a mug of beer, which he had to swallow in one chug. Sherman wondered if this punishment was meant to stimulate their memory or impede their progress.
In answer to Sherman’s prayers, the frat brother repeated the alphabet for the group before he told Sherman to try. The frat brother’s calm recitation and air of confidence inspired and relaxed Sherman and he was able to go from Alpha to Omega, without a hitch. Those that could repeat the letters without error were sent to another room, where they began to learn the names of their pledge brothers. They learned their brother pledges’ names in order of having learned the alphabet, so that for the rest of their time in the brotherhood, it would be ingrained in their memory, which had been the last to learn that first lesson. It was also meant to help stimulate anyone from avoiding being last, to do any assigned task.
That night, the six where once again segregated into pairs. This time the first to learn the Greek alphabet was paired with the last, the second with the next to the last and the third with the fellow in fourth position. They were bound together with cuffs at the wrists and ankles and told that they had to do everything for the remainder of the week-end as one. It soon became apparent to each that there would be no such thing as privacy from then on.
When they began to learn the names of their house brothers, they were introduced to the fraternity paddle and given a forceful swat on their naked butt cheeks, for any error they committed. The slap with the elongated paddle was not only given to the offending pledge, but his partner as well. They were told that this was to help them realize that the fraternity was only as strong as their weakest brother, so looking after the last in anything, is in the interest of the entire brotherhood. This made sense to Sherman, but the several swats on his raw butt cheeks for his partner’s errors, failed to help him see the point any more clearly, until one brother said, my brother’s failures are my failures.
That night sleeping was most uncomfortable. Each pair was given only one sheet and a twin size mattress, barely large enough for a single brother much less a pair. Thus they were forced to sleep in very close proximity to one another. Sherman who had never really touched another person’s body since he was a small child, couldn’t sleep, as his mind tried to process each and every sensation of the person sleeping practically locked in his embrace.
He was intoxicated by the fellow’s natural odor. He was keenly aware of each point of contact with his partner’s athletic body. Sherman’s partner’s name was Neal, a fellow Jewish more by ancestry and cultural heritage, than any strong religious convictions. He studied Neale’s profile in the dim light, he listened to his slowed breathing and got several peeks of his circumcised prick. Sherman had never really gotten to know anyone that wasn’t a Christian and wondered if they could ever become close friends.
As could be expected, the next day brought the group the crisis of dealing with morning wood and a total lack of privacy. Those accustomed to relieving their hard on via a morning masturbation, where experimenting blue ball syndrome. Everyone was feeling uncomfortable being awaken before dawn and expected to take care of their personal needs, while cuffed to another guy. Each tried to respect his partner’s need for privacy as best they could, but when they looked away they found themselves looking at one of the other couples, which was just as much an invasion of privacy.
As was to be expected, breakfast was served in dog dishes and some were convinced that the dry food was in fact for canines. Each time the group was led from one room to another, they were forced to get in line one behind the other, with no space between their bodies.
“Remember you have to learn to care for your brother’s body as if it were your own, as well as take care of your own body, for the sake of the brotherhood to which your body will belong, if you should become one of the chosen few,” said the Pledge Master.
The rest of the weekend was more and more memory exercises, intermingled with physical contact with the other pledges’ naked bodies, helping them lower their inhibitions around their brother pledges, as well as accept their humble state before a brother. Before they were returned to campus, each was assigned a brother, to whom he had to report each day. Their particular assigned brother, had to sign a booklet each day and they had to get each other brother’s signature at least once in their booklet. They soon learned that it usually wasn’t too difficult to get their assigned brother’s signature each day, but the other brothers were far more challenging, requiring them to do all sorts of tasks, including humiliating themselves on campus, serving their brother’s their meals, cleaning their rooms or washing their clothes and even doing research or other assignments for them. God help the pledge that got less than an A on a paper turned in for a brother.