The Fraternity Initiation

College is freedom—the chance to live life on my own and experiment with the vices of independence. From beautiful women to a bountiful supply on drugs and alcohol, I had been dreaming of the wonderful college life for months leading up to move in day.

In high school, I loved to party. I never had a girlfriend but barely a week went by when I didn’t have some blonde sucking my dick at a bonfire or giving me a handjob in the bathroom. I was a playboy and a football player, and the girls loved it. We used to play football games and head back into the locker room. The seniors would stick around after the younger guys left, and we’d invite the cheerleaders in. No coaches or parents nearby, the girls would rub our dicks and make us cum right into our uniforms. A few usually hopped in my car and we drive back to my place, head down the basement and take hits on my bong and do it all over again. I woke up most Saturday mornings naked smelling like girls perfume. I lived every man’s dream.

We got away with it because we were the most sculpted guys in the school. Coach didn’t let us have an ounce of fat on our bodies and we trained all year long. I had a solid tan, short blonde hair, and blue eyes. I was everything girls wanted. After a sex and drugs filled senior year, I went into college with every expectation that it would be high school all over again, but this time, I didn’t have to worry about my parents or anything. I was on my own.

The first week of college was a welcome week. Older students showed us around campus, helped us find classes, taught us dorm survival tips, and more. Like most freshman, I lived in a dorm, and most of the other students in the dorm were nice. We quickly discovered that most students don’t live in the dorms. Instead, at our University, the real partiers hung around in fraternities and sororities. They threw the biggest parties and had the most fun, since they had entire houses—mansions, really—and since some had more than 100 members, they had a virtually unlimited budget for alcohol, drugs, and everything in between.

So on the first Friday of welcome week, I went party hopping with a few friends I had met at the dorm. They were nice kids but, without sounding arrogant, they weren’t in my league. One of them was a little over weight and a few of them were more or less computer nerds. But, they were all I had, so I went along with it and hit a few parties. I wore my orange freshman shirt on Friday because I had been told it would help me get into fun parties, since everybody was looking to meet the new freshmen. After spending a few hours at random house parties, I was getting bored and starting to think college life wasn’t anything I had been expecting. The girls were mediocre and the music wasn’t very loud. It was, depressing?

On the way back to the dorms, we walked past a few fraternities. They had huge lines out the door for people trying to get in. It occurred to me that this is where the fun was. The guys I was hanging with didn’t have any interest in going, so I too decided to just head back to the dorm for the night. But then we hit fraternity row, as they call it. It was lined with huge mansions—these must have been at least a hundred years old and worth millions. Each was gated and outside the gate were big strong guys. My desire started burning to get into one of these parties, but my friends told me they were going to the dorms. 

So, I waited in line in front of the marble mansion, with a gold gate that read “Sigma Lambda Mu”. As I looked around me in line, I noticed that everybody in line was absolutely gorgeous. The girls had huge breasts and the guys looked like the football team I hung out with in high school: clean, preppie, and active. When I got to the front of the line, they asked if I knew anybody. After some haggling and telling them I was a freshman, they let me in. On the long walk up the cobblestone driveway, I marveled at this meticulous mansion with dozens of windows three stories high, but I could not help notice that at least half of the windows had bars covering them. Strange place, it seems.

I went in the white front door and felt a puff of warm air and the smell of booze. It was a stunning house, all full of beautiful people. There was loud music everywhere, and the house was endless in all directions. I wandered into a few rooms and everywhere I went, there were cases of beer, kegs, wops, hard liquor, and guys and girls making out on furniture. If they weren’t making out, people were grinding against each other to the pounding beats of the music. Many of the guys had their shirts off and the girls all wore tight clothes. It was a sex festival; a college party full of drugs, alcohol, and hot romance. A dream had come true.

I don’t remember a lot of what happened that night. I remember pounding shots with a few girls and I remember eating one of their pussies, which then led to sex and a hot make out session. I don’t know how I got back to the dorm the next morning, but it all happened. When I finally awoke in my bed, I noticed somebody had placed a business card in my front pocket, reading, in engraved letters: 

You have been selected. Rush Sigma Lambda Mu. Saturday night, 8:00, front gates. Bring nobody, tell nobody. You are pledge 16.

On the heels of one of the best nights of my life, things were only getting better for me. I paced around the dorm for the next few hours, got dinner, ran a few laps around campus, and by 7:30, I was out the door on the way. Was I being invited to a fraternity? It’s nearly impossible to get in at our campus! Only the wealthiest and most elite got in, and I was neither. I was ecstatic. I would do anything.

When I showed up at the gates, it was a much different scene. The lights were off. Only a small red light led me to the front door, and once inside, the house was pitch black. A young voice asked me for my number. I replied “16,” and he instructed me to follow him. I was led down two flights of stairs with near no light. I almost fell a few times. Eventually, he made me put on a blindfold and let me into a room and had me sit on a bench. I could see nothing but I heard others breathing. It sounded like it was a room full of people, but I could see nothing. After about five minutes of sitting in silence, I sensed lights coming on. A deep voice began to speak. He said:

“Welcome to Sigma Lambda Mu. You are all here because you have been selected as pledges to join our fraternity. Pledging our fraternity is a five month process. You will follow our every command, and you will be raised to our standard. Now is your only chance to opt out. You may stand up now and leave, but you will be banished forever from our property. If you stay, you will not be given another chance to quit this process. Quitting after tonight will result in severe consequences. Pledges, please stand now if you would like to leave.”

I hear nobody move. After a few minutes, the man said, “Very well,” and I could hear a door clink shut and the lights once again turned off. He then ordered everybody to stand. I heard all the benches in the room being collected and moved away. “Pledges, please remove your blindfold and take off your shirt”. I was beginning to get quite nervous—I’ve always heard about hazing but wasn’t looking to get beaten up. What had I gotten myself into?

Nevertheless, I complied. I took off my blindfold and although the room was pitch black, I saw literally dozens of other young men in every direction. I took off my shirt and threw it on the ground. “Pants off, now!” he suddenly yelled. Without even thinking, I took off my pants and kicked them out in front of me. Everybody else did the same, and I saw a few guys walking around with bags collecting all of the pants and t-shirts.

“Put your hands on the back of your head and spread your legs as wide as you can. Now!” He was getting mean. Once again, I complied, and I immediately felt two guys grab me from behind and put hand cuffs on me. What was going on? The other guy then ripped off my boxers and left me naked, with my hands behind my back. His partner put cuffs around my ankles with about a foot of chain between them. I was officially under their control.

“You are pledges. You will serve our fraternity until we feel you are ready to join us. You may not quit. You may not choose your destiny. For now, you live for us, and if you disobey, you will be punished. Should you complete our training, the rewards will be immense. We will dominate you and push you to your limits, emotionally and sexually. Until you can be trusted, you will be controlled. Pledges, do not move an inch or speak a word until given permission.”

The same guys who had cuffed me came back. This time, with a roll of duct tape, they tightly rapped my waist and worked their way down to each leg. They wrapped me so tight it was painful. At the same time, I felt something cold being squirted into my ass and then felt a big nub being forced into my anus. Was it a butt plug? It was excruciating, like I was being split in half. Finally, a felt it go through and my ass felt really full. I could feel something big had been shoved up there and it was very, very uncomfortable. The guys kept going with the duct tape and tightly wrapped my penis facing downward and tightly pulled the tape under my legs, between my ass cheeks. They used literally half a roll on me—there was no way I could even feel my dick or balls because I was so tightly wrapped. How was I supposed to take a piss?

Next a dildo was shoved into my mouth and I almost gagged. They forced it all of the way to the back of my throat and secured tight straps around the back of my head to hold it into place. I felt the click of a padlock on the back of my head as I was fighting my gag reflex. Next I felt them uncuff my hands from behind. Each of them grabbed one of my hands and led me to another man, who seemed to be in the exact same position was me—gagged and bound with a miserable look on his face.

They pushed the front of tightly up against the other student’s back, so much so that my chin was literally nestled at the back of his neck and my taped up dick was pressed against the back of his ass. They then took my hands and locked them into place in front of his belly button. They also used duct rape to secure our thighs together. He shivered as I literally breathed on the back of his neck, and I sweated from the heat of his body.

“Pledges, you have had a long day. We will teach you discipline. You have all been paired with a fellow pledge. He will be your partner for now. You will each take rewards together and punishment together. You will be one. You will suck each others dick and fuck each other in the ass. Welcome to your new world. This will be your girlfriend for the next few months. You and your new partner will now go to sleep. Close your eyes and don’t try to mutter a sound, even behind your penis gags. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, so you better be rested. Good night, pledges.”

With that, I felt a few guys lifting us up and laying us down on the cold cement ground. I could see other pairs of guys tied together in every direction on the ground. All the members had left the room and we were now bound, gagged, and miserable in the windowless basement of some fraternity mansion. Nobody knew where we were and there was nothing I could do about it.

What had I gotten myself into?

To be continued….