055 Hell Week

Hell Week
Part 1 of 5

Brandon Lasseter was on top of the world. His six foot, 170-pound frame fairly floated down the street. Once again everything had turned out perfect! “Yeah," he shouted to no one and jammed a fist at the sky, then tugged on the SAE baseball cap worn backward on his handsome head. Throughout his life, it had always seemed to Brandon that just when things looked the blackest, the most hopeless, suddenly everything cleared up and victory was assured. It’s like in the last big football game in high school when he pulled a for certain loss out into a win. Or like getting the tuition to one of the finest Universities in the country taken care of by his rich uncle, Mr. Victor Lasseter.

But that “gift” for full tuition was not given out of kindness to his nephew, Brandon. Mr. Lasseter had a scheme in the works. There was a strong and emotional need to have revenge on his nephew and he would use his solid connections with SAE frat to rain havoc on Brandon for his past crimes. So, Mr. Lasseter made his gift of tuition to Brandon conditioned on his getting into the SAE Fraternity. The uncle’s plan to destroy his nephew was due to Brandon’s degenerate acts against Uncle Victor’s daughter, Brandon’s cousin. The plan to destroy him would be executed during the pledge Hell Week. In other words, working toward Mr. Lasseter’s objective required the frat to completely humiliate and degrade Brandon so much, that he would not be able to take it and would choose to quit. Brandon, or any other student, would never put themselves through the dehumanizing phases Mr. Lasseter conceived. In exchange for the frat’s help in Brandon’s complete downfall, Mr. Lasseter would give the SAE $100,000 to do major renovations on their Fraternity House. Jeff Black, the SAE Fraternity President, and Mr. Victor Lasseter sealed the deal a couple of months ago, which sealed Brandon’s fate. Brandon had no idea his uncle was about to get revenge on him at all. In fact, he thought his uncle forgot or forgave him for his past sins and perverted acts, and was offering the tuition out of family love.

Sigma Alpha Epsilon, SAE for short, at the University of New Mexico, had a bad reputation which Brandon was not aware of. Over the past five years, the SAE brothers have been repeatedly cited for hazing and damaged property. But rapes have plagued this Albuquerque house since 2007. It started with a pledge, who was charged with raping underage girls (those charges were later mysteriously dropped). As recently as last year, another sexual assault was reported. This time it was male-on-male, but due to the victim not wanting any publicity, he did not follow through with criminal charges. So, this was an organization Mr. Lasseter could scheme with.

Brandon was expecting the frat initiation to be difficult, but not because of any of their perverted behavior. He did learn that the SAE was notoriously choosy, especially in wanting well-toned applicants. In the first place, they eliminated two-thirds of the guys who applied and only accepted the cream of the crop for pledging. He heard that pledging to the SAE Fraternity was steeped in a lot of unknown secretive bullshit that he did not buy into. He was so pleased when word arrived that he made the final cut. He was about to become an SAE pledge.

Brandon did a little jump and landed lightly on his size 14 athletic shoes upon receiving the news. But since he was leaving town to go to the University of New Mexico, he needed to figure out what to do with his girlfriend of two years. The issue was that he really loved her and wanted someday to marry but she never put out. She was the “sex only after marriage” type, and that was not working for him. I mean, dating someone for two years without getting any more than a blow job was ridiculous especially when you’re as good looking and popular as Brandon. So he ended it. He did not need the girlfriend distractions as he entered his new school.

Brandon walked up the cement steps of the old frat house. He carried a gym bag with a couple changes of underwear and socks. He had been informed he would be staying at the frat house for some time. He knew from rumors that pledging to SAE was no picnic. Strong guys had been reduced to tears, dropped out, not just of the fraternity, but due to overwhelming embarrassment, from the college too. But that was in the past during the years of heavy, sadistic hazing. Or did their hazing initiations just go dark, become totally secret?

An underground student group called, Student Saints, worked to stop frat abuse nationwide. They conducted their own unofficial, private investigation of this local chapter of SAE and discovered many undocumented “cases,” more rumors, actually, of hazing that included blackmail, prostitution and the use and selling of date rape drugs. But their evidence could not be independently verified. So their research efforts went nowhere. The only thing that stuck was that there was a continual mystery about abusive hazing at SAE. That was it, only dangling innuendos.

Brandon rang the doorbell and bounced on his large, well-formed feet. His legs felt springy, strong, and in good shape. He felt on top of the world. He was greeted warmly by two Brothers he had met at a beer bash a few days earlier. They were guys whose names he kept forgetting. Brandon wasn’t into guys’ names and he realized he would have to make a real effort to learn the names of all thirty Frat members. In the parlor, he met the three other pledges. It was a shock. Only four? Of the twenty-two guys who had applied only four made the final cut to pledge. One of the Brothers explained that SAE was very selective and only wanted the best of the best. Then he smiled and scratched an armpit and said, "We only want guys who we think can meet the test." All four pledges laughed. Brandon never drank so only the other three had hangovers from the previous night of celebration and weren’t quite with it yet. It was seven A.M. on a Monday morning. It was to be the first day of Hell!

Brandon shook hands with the other nervous pledges. There was Kyle Cane, a six foot two body builder type with short choppy hair and a cute crooked nose. He looked tough as hell. There was Tommy Luck, five foot seven, with a small compact swimmer's body, dirty blond hair and bright blue inquisitive eyes. There was Jared Richards, medium build and height, not too muscular, curly black hair, pug nose, and a shit-eating grin. And there was Brandon. Brandon had choppy brown hair, dark eyes with long lashes, a straight nose, and a sensuous pouty full-lipped mouth that the girls adored. All four guys wore their SAE baseball caps. They stiffened as Jeff, SAE President entered the room. Jeff was no slouch in the jock department either. His muscular body rippled in the tight SAE tee shirt and gym shorts he wore. He was barefoot and stood six foot two inches tall with a mean motherfucker attitude about him. Campus rumors had it that he was so rough when fucking campus women that his sexual methods bordered on date rape. Jeff was a senior with the reputation of fucking over 100 different twats. In some circles, he was known as “animal.”

"Gentlemen,” Jeff smiled with his big toothy grin. He shook their hands. "The day has finally arrived. You are it! The Big Four. The finalists. But whether all four of you make it into the SAE or not remains to be seen. Do you boys have the balls?"

"Yes Sir!" They had been well schooled at parties on pledging protocol.

"Are you boys sure you have the balls?"

"Yes Sir!" they shouted.

"Well then, let’s see them!" Just like that it started, right there in the parlor with all the windows uncovered. No assured privacy. It was all so simple as they begin their descent into hell. “Let’s see them,” Jeff said with an evil grin. That’s all. Normally, it’s no big deal. You show your dick and balls every day at the gym, in the showers, no big deal. Only here there is no locker room, just four pledges and a bunch of onlookers. Reach down and unzip and take your balls out. Why did it feel so stupid, so strange? Why did a tingle run down Brandon's back? Why did he feel a flush of humiliation?

The four pledges looked at each other, put on stupid boyish grins, laughed a little, and unzipped their jeans. They reached inside and took out their ball bags, and all of them keeping their dicks inside. Brandon's balls were huge with a smattering of brown hair, nice low hanging nuts so the egg size balls hung well out of the jeans front. Kyle also had a nice full set, fatter than Brandon's. Tommy's were smaller and more rounded in a tightly stretched nut sack. Jared had the smallest balls, but still fleshy with black hair. “And, I assume you all have dicks too. Right? Well, ladies, it’s show and tell time.” Each reviled his dick as well. All four boys had flaccid pricks at this time. But it was clear to see they all were hung well. Maybe that was an SAE requirement. Jared and Kyle were uncut, and Brandon and Tommy were cut. There they stood in their baseball caps, giggling like a bunch of girls with their dicks hanging out.

"Well, I guess you do have the balls, the question is will you keep them? There is only one rule here at SAE House during your pledging period. You do everything you are told to do, and without question, without pause. You do it at once. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir!"

"It’s just that simple. For the next few weeks, you are shit. We are going to make men out of shit. We are going to build SAE from piles of turds. It won’t be easy. All this University policy crap about no hazing is bullshit. How else can you judge a man? How else do you know if he's got what it takes? How else can we have any fucking fun? Now I want you boys to sign releases for legal purposes. These hold you and only you responsible for anything that might happen in the next few weeks. It releases the Frat from any liability. But before you do sign, I want you to begin to trust your fellow pledges. You must become a Brotherhood, able to rely on each other, not only during these difficult pledge weeks but thereafter as well. We want you four to bond together, unite in the SAE cause.”

Jeff continued. “Let me introduce you to Brother Basten and Brother Han.” The two men nodded. “These Brothers are going to be your safety net, your saviors in the next few weeks. They are going to help and support you. They are going to make men of you.” Each of them held a large wooden paddle. It was easy to guess just how these two Brothers would help the pledges. The pledges were dumbfounded, standing there with their dicks hanging out.

“Now, let us begin. You four pledges must begin to bond with each other. We know this is a difficult step for you, but you cannot refuse to participate in this or any other SAE required ceremony. You four will become a very close family association. We will start with our traditional bonding ceremony. I want you boys each to grab the dick of the pledge next to you and hold it while you sign the legal liability release document."

Jesus, touch another guy’s dick? Brandon had heard that hazing got humiliating and kinky at times. He'd read about hazing accounts, paddling, puking, nudity, he expected something, but he didn’t know what. Still, he felt really queer touching another guy’s dick. The four pledges laughed again, like little boys now, and looked at each other and wondered what to do?

"Go ahead, don’t be shy pledges grab whichever prick you want. Whichever one appeals to you." Jeff smiled.

"Can I grab my own, it’s the only one that appeals to me," Jared joked.

“That's cause that’s all you're used to; no cunt has ever touched it," Kyle barked with a deep jock voice, and all laughed.

"Fraid not, part of the bonding is to hold the dick of another pledge, so go ahead.”

The guys hesitantly reached out a hand, two guys reached for Brandon's cock. Both boys pulled back. "I'm afraid you can't both have Brandon's penis, you have to learn to share your toys,” Jeff said, smiling. The other Frat Brothers in the room laughed. Jared’s short but very thick stubby cock felt really funny in Brandon's fingers. He hardly held it at all. Just barely by the fingertips like some guys do when they piss. Tommy who held Brandon's prick did the same. Another guy’s cold fingers on Brandon dick made him break out in goosebumps. Okay, so he was touching another guy's cock. It wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t the end of the world. Jesus, Julie had his dick in her fucking mouth only last night and she seemed fine after. Still, guys pissed out of their dicks and fucked with their dicks, it was odd and creepy to most pledges.

Holding on to each others’ cocks, the four pledges signed the release forms without reading them. They were so nervous; they never thought to read the actual contents.

"Good, now give a good dick yank to welcome each other to the SAE."

The jocks laughed and playfully tugged with fingertips at each others’ penises. Jared’s foreskin slid back and forth, it felt totally freaky to Brandon who was circumcised.

"Boys, boys, boys, don’t let me down so soon. You promised to obey all orders. To not obey an order to the letter instantly means severe punishment. You see the paddles in Brother Basten and Brother Han's hands. You know what paddles are for. Now, I said, yank your Brother’s dick, not tickle it. Now I'll give you pussies one more chance to really yank on that dick you’re holding." The guys yanked harder. It hurt like hell. Brandon let go of Jared’s short thick skinned cock and jumped back grabbing his own from the abusive tug Tommy had given it. "Shit!" Kyle shouted, hopping from one foot to the other holding his prick.

"Good, much better, except for Brandon, you did a lousy tugging job. Apologize to Jared for not yanking his cock good enough."

"I'm sorry Jared that I didn't do a good job yanking your cock.” It felt so stupid talking like that.

"Offer to yank his cock again." Jeff folded his massive arms across his pecs.

"Eh, would you like me to, ah, yank your cock again?" How could healthy straight college boys talk such nonsense?

"Ugh, no, that’s all right,” Jared said with a grin.

"No, it’s not all right. You have to help your Brother pledge do things right. You have to help Brandon learn about dick yanking. Brandon, I want you to take Jared’s fleshy little dick in your hand and yank that motherfucker." Brandon reached out, why the fuck was his hand shaking, Why was he sweating? He took the other 18-year-old freshman's penis in his hand. Then he yanked, hard. Jared yelped and jumped.

"Pledge scum Brandon, take pledge’s stubby, worthless prick in your hand and do not let go this time, yank it hard and do not let go."

Okay, okay, it was a test. They were testing them, Brandon knew that. Jared knew that. They were tough guys. They could stand a little roughhousing. Brandon took the flaccid prick in his hand, gripping it tight, squeezing the dick flesh. Then he gave it a good hard yank. Jared squealed and tried to pull away, but Brandon held on to the dick.

"Good. Now again, harder! Again, harder, again, harder you pussy. You can yank harder than that. Yank that dick, go on." Brandon tugged and tugged at the prick, Jared’s face tightened with pain as Brandon hurt the kid. But he never howled out his pain. That impressed Jeff.

"Okay, that's enough. Good job Jared, you're a good man. You can be proud, you pleased me. Your job is to please any and all SAE for the next weeks, you may feel pride if you please them well. You also taught Brandon how to properly yank a dick. Now, on to other things."

At that moment, another Brother brought in a tray with four full glasses on it. Now let’s all have a little drink before we continue. They all did, except Brandon. “Sir, I don’t drink,” Brandon explained.

“Well, it’s just a little something to calm you all down.” Then Brandon took his glass and drank it quickly, but went into a coughing fit. It took a while, but he stopped and began to calm down. He noticed a nice warmth come over him.

Jeff walked up to Kyle, they were equals in the muscle department, both big tough bruisers. Jeff reached out and closed one fist around Kyle's hose of a dick. “Kyle, baby, tell me, did you fuck pussy last night?" Kyle closed his eyes as the obscenely intimate hand began to finger his prick "Yes Sir, I did.”

"Good boy, what's the cunt's name?" The fingers were kneading his prick flesh. "Donna, Sir."

"Cunt Donna, a girlfriend or just a sport-fuck?"

"A girlfriend Sir, but nothing serious."

"Did you wear a rubber?"

"Yes Sir." He said proudly. The fingers were stroking his dick now, and it was getting larger. Oh fuck. Oh please don't let me get a hard-on in front of these guys, Kyle prayed. "You wore a fucking dick sheath?"

"Yes Sir!"

"You pussy." Jeff let go and his dick bobbed half hard; all the guys saw it. Kyle felt bad like he had said the wrong thing and displeased Jeff, but what?

Jeff now grabbed Tommy's blond-haired dick. "You fuck twat last night?"

"Yes Sir,” Tommy smiled, looking down, watching the hand on his dick teasing it.

"Girl friend or sport-fuck?"

"Sport-fuck Sir, a bitch I picked up at the Tuxedo."

"You wear a rubber?"

"Hell no, she was on the pill."

"Good boy." Jeff turned and suddenly began to yell very loudly. "An SAE never fucks with a rubber, he wants to enjoy the full thrill of pussy skin against his prick. If the bitch wants to take precautions, that's her business, but it’s not an SAE worry. SAE are real men.”

Hell Week
Part 2 of 5

From Yesterday: Brandon Lasseter was on top of the world. He was six-foot, 170-pounds of hunky, jock, idolized by the girls at every school he attended. He was from a modest-income family that could never afford to send him to college. Victor Lasseter was a rich uncle of his and offered Brandon a gift of FREE tuition to the University of New Mexico. But, there was a catch. That “gift” for full tuition was not given out of kindness to his nephew, Brandon. Mr. Lasseter had a scheme in the works. There was a strong and emotional need to have revenge on his nephew and he would use his solid connections with SAE frat to rain havoc on Brandon for his past crimes. So, Mr. Lasseter made his gift of tuition, conditioned on his getting into the SAE Fraternity.

Sigma Alpha Epsilon, SAE for short, at the University of New Mexico, had a bad reputation. Over the past five years, the SAE Brothers have been repeatedly cited for hazing and damaged property. But rapes have plagued this Albuquerque house since 2007. It started with a pledge, who was charged with raping underage girls (those charges were later mysteriously dropped). As recently as last year, another sexual assault was reported. This time it was male-on-male, but due to the victim not wanting any publicity, he did not follow through with criminal charges.

Uncle Victor had been a member of SAE when he was in college and maintained a close allegiance to that infamous fraternity all these years. Victor wanted to destroy his nephew because of past degenerate acts Brandon made against Victor’s daughter, Brandon’s cousin. The plan to destroy Brandon would be executed during pledge Hell Week at the frat. A scheme was hatched to completely humiliate and degrade Brandon so much, that he would not be able to take it and would choose to quit. In exchange for the frat’s participation in Brandon’s moral demise and downfall, Victor Lasseter would give the SAE $100,000 to do major renovations on their Fraternity House. Jeff Black, the SAE Fraternity President, and Mr. Lasseter sealed the deal a couple of months ago to seal Brandon’s fate. If Brandon was not accepted at the SAE frat, then the Uncle would withdraw his offer to pay his tuition. So not only would Brandon have to quit college due to lack of funds, but he would be totally disgraced and likely be made an outcast from his family. Brandon had no idea his uncle was about to get any revenge on him at all. In fact, he thought his Uncle Victor forgot or forgave him for his past sins and perverted acts, and was offering the tuition out of family love.

Continuing: So the initiation began. Jeff, the SAE Present was questioning the four pledges about their sexual experiences. Of course, all the steps of pledge initiation had largely to do with embarrassing and belittling the pledges, but no one suspected just how far the SAE frat would go.

Next Jeff moved to Jared and grabbed his sore red dick. "You know Jared, you do have a very stubby dick. No wonder Brandon had such a hard time. Do you have a hard time keep it in a girl’s twat?"

"No Sir, it gets bigger, when I … when … you know."

"It gets bigger when you fuck? Tell me little Jared, did you fuck some pussy last night, did you shove your stubby little dick into some juicy twat?"

"No, no I didn't Sir."

"You didn't? A perfectly good Sunday evening and you didn’t fuck cunt? Are you a fag, Jared? Were you sucking dick or taking it up the ass?"

"No Sir, I went to a movie with some friends.”

“What friends?”

“Jim and Billy, two buddies of mine, Sir,” Jared said confidently.

"You sure you're not a faggot Jared, we can't have faggots in the SAE.”

“Not that we're prejudiced or anything. You had a choice to fuck twat or to go to a movie with … with … ‘the guys.’ But we can’t have some fucking queer salivating over our big fat SAE dicks every time we shower or take a piss now, can we? You certain you're not a faggot … preferring … ‘the guys’?”

"Yes Sir, I'm certain.”

"What's your girlfriend's name?"

"I haven't got a girlfriend right now, Sir." Jesus, Brandon found himself wishing the small dark-haired pledge would just lie to make it easy for himself.

Jeff smirked and yanked on the boy's dick hard. "You haven't got a private twat? I think you're a fag. You better prove to us you weren't taking dick up your ass last night Jared with … ‘the guys’. Drop your jeans and show us your asshole.”

Jared was smaller built, not well muscled like Jeff. Not a match for him physically, or emotionally either. He blinked, sniffed, sniffed again, licked his lips, and stared at the floor shuffled his feet. Then he shook his head like he was clearing his ears of water after a swim. Then reached down with a self-conscious shrug and unbuckled his belt. The already silent room grew heavy with stillness. No one moved except the 18-year-old boy lowering his jeans and boxer shorts. Jared stood there, pants and shorts puddled around his feet. His cute face very red, his eyes focused on the far wall. All the boys could see his smooth tight young ass with just a few black hairs here and there in the fine deep ass crack. You could now hear Jared’s labored breathing.

"Lift your tee shirt, Jared, we can't see your ass to check if you were fucked last night.” He nervously complied. “Now Jared, we are doing this for your own good. We want you as an SAE, but we have to make sure. There is a lot of faggot fucking going on around campus this semester. Shit, a queer tried to pick me up last week at a movie theater men’s room. He kept staring at my dick while I pissed, so I stepped back and said, ‘This what you want faggot?’ So the rest of the guys in the john could hear, and then I pissed all over the guy. He turned bright red and ran out, didn’t even put his own dick away." All the guys laughed, except Jared who was standing bare-assed.

"Come on Jared, help us out here, we can’t tell if you've been ass-fucked that way. Bend over and spread your ass cheeks for us." Poor humiliated Jared had no choice, not on this first day of pledging. He was not a boy to give in easily, none of them were. That's why they had been selected. With his tee shirt tucked up so his smooth flat tummy showed, he bent over, reached back and spread his tight soft skinned ass cheeks revealing the pink/brown ass pucker.

"Thank you Jared, but place your feet a little wider please.” Again he complied. “Now, Tommy, will you please examine pledge stubby dick's asshole and tell me whether you think he was porked last night."

With a shake of his blond head and a laugh, Tommy walked behind Jared and looked at the boy’s 18-year-old asshole. “Looks like an ordinary asshole to me," He said.

"You ever see a recently fucked asshole?" Jeff asked.

"No Sir, can't say that I have."

"Well then you better have a closer look, look for inflamed red or raw ass lips. Look for inner ass lining stretched marks; look for traces of dried semen in the asshole hairs. But you gotta look close for that. Here take this magnifying glass and really check that asshole out." Now both freshmen boys were red with humiliation. Tommy tried to stay well away from the spread ass, but Jeff kept urging him closer. Tommy just poked at that asshole with a finger and see if the ass pucker seemed rubbery and elastic."

Tommy made a horrible face. "Do I gotta, Sir?"

"Yes you gotta and you get ten swats with the paddle tonight for questioning an order."

For the first time in his life, the compact young swimmer touched the asshole of another person, he had never even touched a girls asshole, he knew lots of guys fucked girl ass, but it turned him off. Now he poked and prodded at Jared’s pink ass pucker. "It really seems fine to me Sir.”

“I told you, I'm not queer." Jared protested.

“Now, now, don't get petulant Jared, we mean you no harm. The SAE just gotta protect themselves you know, so be a good boy and bear with us." Jeff walked around to Jared’s head. He put his large hands on the back of the kids head then he stepped forward until the crotch of his gym shorts was less than a half an inch from Jared’s nose. "Take a look at his asshole, Brandon, see what you think."

Tommy was only too glad to relinquish the magnifying glass to Brandon. Then Brandon bent down to examine a man’s asshole for the very first time in his young life. While Brandon began to look closely at the asshole, Jeff shouted out, “Tommy, where you going? You stay right here. Now, to help Brandon see better, you kneel down just behind Jared and spread his ass cheeks wide. No, wider.”

Brandon was feeling nauseous as he held the magnifying glass and looked through it. “Brandon, poke his ass lips with your finger and see if it responds by opening up.” Without thinking, mostly because he was buzzed on the hard liquor, he did just that. “Poke it again and let Tommy see also.” Following orders, this time Brandon pushed his finger halfway into Jared’s asshole. Then, Jeff simply pushed on Brandon’s elbow to cause Brandon to fully insert his finger. With Brandon feeling woozier from the booze – he never drank before - he just left his finger inserted, waiting for instructions.

Jeff moved his hips closer in, placing the crotch of his gym shorts against Jared’s face. Jared tried to turn his face to one side, but Jeff held his head still. Now he began to gently rub his cloth covered prick against Jared’s 18-year-old face.

"Easy boy, easy, we're just trying to help you out," Jeff said calmingly as Jared tried to pull his face away, but couldn't. “Sometimes a guy is a closet fag and doesn't even know it. We gotta make sure, smell my dick, Jared, smell it real good, does that do anything for you? Does that turn you on at all? Bend down Kyle and see if his dick looks any bigger like he’s throwing wood." All the while, Brandon kept his index finger full up Jared’s asshole. He felt Jared’s ass muscles contently squeezing his finger, but made no comment. Jeff rubbed the front of his not too clean sweaty gym shorts all over the poor boy's face, and Jared could feel the thick tube of the senior's prick through the material. It was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to him.

"His cock looks pretty shriveled to me,” Kyle laughed.

“Okay fellas, I guess Jared here is hetero, maybe he’s just pussy shy. We'll have to take care of that later.” Jeff stepped back. Jared stood up and wiped his face with the back of his arm. But Brandon was still kneeling with his finger buried deep in Jared’s ass. Jared’s nervous hip motion caused him to be finger fucked, not intentionally, but by accident.

Jeff and all the other guys, Brothers, and pledges alike, just stared at Brandon in his state of dizziness with his finger up the other pledge’s ass. All laughter broke out at the fact Brandon still was finger-fucking Jared.

“Well, maybe Jared is not the fag after all. Maybe it’s Brandon who has the interest in fucking guy’s asses. Is that true, Brandon?” Jeff said sheepishly.

All of a sudden, Brandon noticed they were all staring at him and pointing. Then Brandon, in a wobbly state, suddenly realized where he was holding his finger and yanked it out. When Brandon realized they were laughing at him, his face went bright red with embarrassment. Finally, Jared could pull up his pants.

“Brandon, maybe we’ll let you finger fuck all the Brothers if that is what you’re into.” And then more laughter was voiced. He finally stood up and felt so humiliated. They all knew he was woozy from the booze, so they did not really think he was enjoying any of this.

Jeff turned back to Jared who was buttoning his fly, "Did I tell you to pull up your pants?" Jeff barked, and the poor frightened pledge stood there pants half up, he let them fall again. He stood naked with his hands cupped over his genitals protecting himself.

Jeff, with a big smile on his face, moved to Brandon. “Now, where were we, oh yes. Well, Mr. Lasseter, we know you like to finger fuck guys,” More giggles from the group. “But did you fuck any pussy last night?"

“I got a blowjob, Sir, from my girlfriend."

"Did she swallow?"

"No Sir, she spit it out."

"Stupid bitch. Gotta teach the cunt to swallow, Lasseter. Tell her sperm is good for her, will make her tit’s bigger. All right pledges, I asked you if you had steady girls because you will have to call them and tell them you won't be seeing them regularly for a while, your duties here will keep you pretty busy. We'll arrange for some social time for you, but for the next few weeks, your main focus is our pleasure. Now, I know you boys have classes, so we won’t stretch this out too long, just some basic rules and assignments. You remove your shoes and socks at the door of the house; you are barefoot in the house at all times. You also remove your shirts and pants at the door. You wear only your underwear in the house. Do you understand, only your underpants? Each of you will have the word PLEDGE written across our naked chest in ink that won’t easily wash off. If the lettering does fade, you will ask one of the Brothers to darken it for you.”

“Tonight at five o'clock, before dinner, you will present to me a complete diary of all your fucking experiences. I want names, places, times, how many times you fucked, positions, any foreplay, any kinky stuff. I want a detailed list of every sexual experience you have had, and don’t try to lie because we may hook you up to a lie detector and question you. If you are caught breaking rules or lying to us, you will be severely punished, perhaps even dropped from the SAE Fraternity. We don’t shit around. We are the best.“

Brandon had never drunk before, much less in the morning, they made him lift a bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips and swallow until they told him to stop. He wanted to puke. To have this drink, they all walked into the dining room, including Jared his pants still around his ankles. Frat Brothers were coming downstairs in underpants or jeans, scratching armpit’s or balls. They looked at the new pledges and laughed.

Brandon was drunk. He was drunk at seven thirty in the morning. This was some crazy shit. He asked Jeff if he could pee. "Oh, that reminds me, let’s all go downstairs in the basement for just a minute." Jeff led them into the sparsely furnished basement. In the middle of the room was a single bed, very small with a thin mattress.

"This is where you pledges will sleep, this is your room. This is your bed. It’s small, I know, but nice and cozy." The four pledges couldn't believe what they heard. The fucking bed was for a single person.

"And this is your toilet. So you don’t have to traipse upstairs all the time." Jeff pointed to two buckets. Old fashioned metal buckets. "This one is for pissing and this one is for shitting. You will use them, and only them. You will not use another toilet on campus, you will not use another toilet in the city, you will shit and piss only in these two buckets." Was he nuts, did he really expect a grown college freshman to piss and shit in fucking metal pails? That was sick! Brandon had trouble even taking a leak in a public restroom, much less squatting over a pail, it was a joke, just to scare the boys, Jeff wasn’t serious. He couldn’t really be serious about the single bed or the pails. In his alcohol-induced haze, Brandon was certain Jeff was only kidding. He had to be!"

So far, so weird. But he was not backing down. After all, his uncle was going to pay his full tuition fees ONLY if he joined SAE. That means getting accepted by SAE. That was his uncle’s fraternity, and that was the rule he accepted. Brandon felt a kind of sickness deep in the pit of his stomach accompanied by butterflies. He told himself this is exactly what the frat Brothers wanted. They wanted him to be afraid, that was the fun, which was the idea. He told himself it was only a game and would soon be over. Nevertheless, the 18-year-old jock felt more than apprehension after what had happened in the morning session.

It wasn’t until the second hour of class that Brandon realized he had to piss badly. The booze for breakfast hadn't helped. He'd kept his mind steady by thinking about the wonderful blow job Julie had given him the night before. It made him feel more secure after the embarrassing dick yanking and finger fucking he had to do in the morning. He was glad the hard shit was over. He sincerely hoped that had been the extent of the sexual type humiliation, but a part of him knew he was only fooling himself. They were going to be rough on him. The SAE was known for that. In between classes he'd worked on his fuck diary, not much there since he was still a fucking virgin. But Jeff wanted every pledge’s sexual experience written down and turned in before dinner time. In between classes, he'd detailed the sparse sexual activity he had with Julie. He hoped that he would impress the guys, but he knew he would face ridicule for his lack of actual sex. Shit, why did he have to be a preacher's son with high conservative morals anyway? Sometimes he envied the way guys like Jeff Black and Kyle would fuck any female thing that moved.

By fourth period he had to piss so badly he couldn’t stand it, so he cut his class and made his way back across campus to the Frat house. He truly feared he wouldn’t make it. He opened the door and rushed toward the basement stairs, remembering that he had to piss in the pail in the basement.

"What the fuck are you doing Pledge?" A deep masculine voice bellowed. Brandon turned to find Lorenzo Tortelli shaking his head. Lorenzo was a six foot four brick shithouse jock with dark curly Italian hair and a shit-eating grin. The cunts loved him, the guys feared him, which was how he preferred it.

"I gotta piss really badly Sir, I can't hold it much longer."

"Didn't Mr. Black give you instructions this morning about proper Frat house dress?" The Italian jock was dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt.

'Oh shit, I have to go so bad I forgot." Brandon cursed himself. He knew that meant demerits and ass swats with the frat paddle.

"Well, ass wipe? Let’s return to the porch and adjust our attire, shall we?"

Brandon moved to the front hall and began to quickly strip off his tee shirt.

"I said on the porch dickhead! You undress on the porch!"

"But Sir, all the students passing will see me in just my underpants."

Lorenzo gave a sympathetic smile and nodded. He held the door for Brandon to pass. Outside Brandon saw a pile of clothes and shoes.

"You see Tommy obeyed the correct procedure and avoided demerits. I'm afraid I have to report you for five ass swats.“

Brandon stripped down to only his blue boxer shorts. Some passing girls laughed and pointed at the 18-year-old standing on the porch in only his underwear. "Hey Lorenzo," one of the bitches yelled, “can we see the pledges ass?"

"Show the girls your ass pledge, lower your shorts." Brandon looked at Lorenzo pleadingly. He stood there frozen on the porch. "Five sweats for not moving fast enough."

Brandon gulped and slid the rear of his boxers to beneath his ass cheeks; Brandon did have a beautiful ass. It was smooth and hairless, high tight globes with a deep crack. The girls hooted and applauded. "He hasn’t got any red paddle marks yet. You boys are getting soft on the pledges," the one twat shouted. More kids were looking at Brandon's ass now.

"Wait a few days. That ass will be swollen with welts," Lorenzo laughed.

"Sir, I really gotta piss bad." Brandon was afraid he would let go right there on the porch.

Hell Week
Part 3 of 5

"Well get your ass inside then," Lorenzo said, slapping the pledge on his naked ass cheek. Brandon tugged up his shorts and ran inside, walking now with his knees bent and together, he had to go so badly. In the hall, he noticed Tommy on his hands and knees. Jesus, the blond swimmer looked about fifteen, even though he was a college freshman. It was his small tight body, naked now except for red CK briefs. Tommy was on his hands and knees scrubbing the wooden floor of the dining room with a toothbrush. The remarkable thing was that Tommy's red underpants were pulled down under the globes of his ass so his young smooth ass was naked.

"Easier to swat my ass as they pass me," Tommy nervously told Brandon with pain in his face and his eyes were red like he had been crying.

Brandon hurried past the dining room and ran down into the basement. He almost galloped over to the pail. Lorenzo was right behind him, followed by another frat Brother Brandon didn’t know. This kid had longish brown hair and wore dark-rimmed glasses, looking like Clark Kent. Brandon looked at the two Frat Brothers looking at him. He turned his back on them and took his dick out of his underpants.

"Just a minute," the boy with glasses said. “Don't you know proper piss procedure?”

Brandon held his gut with one large hand. He really felt bloated. "Please, I can't hold it any longer."

"Then follow procedure. Drop your shorts," Brandon didn’t care anymore, he thought only of pissing. He tore down his boxers and stepped out of them. The two Frat Brothers smiled at his big swinging dick. Everybody knows that guys even straight guys size up each other’s peckers all the time. "Pledge, kneel at the side of the bucket. Now, without touching your dick - we can’t have you playing with yourself - drape your prick over the rim of the bucket, go on." Brandon knelt at the bucket and flopped his dick over the rim, that way they could all see his bare ass, dick, and balls clearly. "Now hands behind your back.” He placed them there, frantic to obey so he could pee. “Now spread your knees apart as far as you can. Good. Now go ahead and piss!” Brandon was one of those guys who have trouble pissing in front of other guys, and here two frat Brothers were staring right at his dick.

"Can you guys look away, please?" He begged, the pressure in his gut killing him.

"No!" Clark Kent said smiling. "Now do you have to piss or don’t you? We haven’t got all day.”

Brandon's face turned very red as he squeezed and heard a spray of piss hit the side of the bucket, and then a solid heavy stream of strong yellow pee flowed from his piss hole. Oh fuck it felt good, so good, so what if guys were watching, pissing was a natural thing, right? So it was embarrassing; he could stand this. Was this as bad as hazing got? So he was bare-assed naked pissing in front of two guys. Lots of guys at the health club and gym stood around bare-assed after showers talking and pissing, although personally, everybody called them queers. Brandon felt his egg-sized nuts lift in the soft sack of his scrotum, shit it felt good, then suddenly he farted!

Oh jeez, he felt stupid; the Frat Brothers roared with laughter and pretended to wave away the stink. Brandon wanted to cry. He wanted to hide in the closet like he did when he was a little boy. This was really horribly degrading. He felt another fart coming and held it back as the piss flow subsided, but then in the process of standing up, the second fart cut loose, louder and longer than the first.

"I’m sorry," he said hanging his head, noticing a drop of piss clinging to the head of his dick. He wanted to dress and get out of there.

"Sounds to me, Brandon, like you need to take a dump too. Might as well get it over with.”

"Oh God no please, not that,” Brandon said in his own mind.

"Twat face, get your cunt ass down here," Lorenzo yelled and a few seconds later Tommy ran down the stairs, the rear of his briefs still below his ass cheeks. "Twat face, Brandon here has to take a shit, and we thought we might as well show both of you the proper procedure at once, save time. Okay, Brandon.”

"Eh, no, I really don’t have to go now. I'd better get back to … " Brandon tried to say.

"You are not leaving this basement until you take a dump. Now go over to the shit bucket, and we will show you what to do."

Head hanging, throat dry, breathing heavy, Brandon stumbled on big naked feet over to the shit bucket. He stood there looking down at the clean new silver pail. "Put a foot on each side of the pail. Now hunker down into a half squat, not a full squat, do not touch the pail with any part of your body, Now reach back and spread your ass cheeks as wide as you can. If you don’t spread wide enough, you get demerits."

"Guys, isn’t this going a bit far?" Brandon asked, feeling totally humiliated.

"Two demerits for resisting an order, if you think this is unfair or difficult, wait until tonight pussy, we're just getting started. Okay, baby, you can shit now."

Brandon squatted there, ass sticking out, holding his ass cheeks wide apart so the guys could see his pink puckered asshole, then he farted and squeezed. The guys laughed, even Tommy. Brandon closed his eyes but was instructed to open them again. Clark Kent moved around in front of Brandon to watch his face. He looked down at the boys swinging dick and nuts.

"Fuck me, the pledge has huge horse nuts and a killer prick, doesn’t he?"

"This crop of pledges all got big dicks, even little Tommy here," Lorenzo put Tommy in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles over his blond head. Tommy tried to laugh off the pain. Lorenzo released him. "Show Stan your dick, Tommy."

Stan, so that was Clark Kent’s real name, Stan. Tommy blushed and slid his red briefs down to his knees, revealing his nice pink cut prick with a large head. "Only one pledge, what’s his fuck, Jared has a stumpy prick, but thick man, thick as a coke can. SAE gotta have big dicks man, SAE proud to plow twat. All those hungry sluts on campus know that when they need a huge cock, they come to the SAE.

"Are you gonna shit or not, loser," Stan said, squatting down so he could see Brandon's asshole better.

"I think not Sir," Brandon, red-faced, grunted.

"Well, I think yes, cunt-for-brains, you got two minutes to drop a turd or we give you an enema." Two more Brothers had joined the basement group, now there were four guys plus Tommy standing around watching Brandon trying to shit.

Brandon chewed his lower lip. He really felt like crying. He squeezed and let out a loose wet fart. The guys applauded and then made Tommy fan the stink away with a newspaper. Brandon gritted his teeth and pushed. The tip of a large dark shit log poked through the opening of his ass lips.

"Here it comes fellas," Stan said. The other Frat Brothers all moved in to get a close look, Brandon wanted to die. They were watching him take a shit. Inch after inch of the big thick turd squeezed its way out of the 18-year-old boy’s asshole. Brandon felt weak in the legs like he was going to faint, the shit log broke off and fell into the pail with a splat. Then the rest of the turd fell out of the ass in small chunks, then a fart, then more turd. Brandon wanted to scream as the boys howled with laughter. If he'd had a choice, he might have quit right then before the really rough sexual stuff actually started, but he didn’t. His uncle’s tuition money was contingent on him being an SAE.

“Keep those ass cheeks spread wide, come on do another one for us."

Like a trained circus animal, Brandon excreted another one for them. He was actually shitting on command! Stan walked up to him and held his head. He wiped the sweat from Brandon's brow. "Good boy, good boy, you're doing a real good job, come on, give us some more, one more real big one."

For some reason, Brandon started to cry. Broken already, so early? Stan held Brandon's head and comforted him while the 18-year-old college freshman cried and shit.

Stan lifted Brandon's face by the chin. "All finished Brandon? Finished taking your stinky, smelly shit?"

"Yes Sir," Brandon whispered, exhausted from the trauma.

"Yes Sir … what?"

"Yes Sir, I'm finished, taking, ah, shit."

“No, not just a shit. A what kind of shit?” Stan prodded.

“I just finished taking my stinky, smelly shit, Sir." He was weeping.

"Louder, and with more convection."

“I just finished taking my stinky, smelly shit, Sir!" Brandon said so all could hear.

"LOUDER, PLEDGE!"

“I FINISHED TAKING MY STINKY, SMELLY, FARTY SHIT, Sir!” Brandon screamed.

Stan smiled. "Always yell so your pledge Brothers know, and so one of them can come wipe you."

"What, huh?" Brandon said not sure he heard correctly.

"As part of the bonding process, you are not allowed to wipe your own ass when you shit. A fellow pledge must help you out, it teaches interdependence.

“You gotta be kidding … ” Brandon was trembling and nearly crying. He was zoned out in the deep disgust and humiliation. He was mumbling to himself, “What the fuck, I just took a fucking shit … as ordered … my stinky farts, … shit turds … and smelly ... all these guys watching and … and … they might as well be filming me crapping in public … ” Brandon babbled to no one in particular.

"SNAP OUT OF IT! Did you hear what I just said? Another 10 demerits," Stan said, still smiling. He loved the way he could break a boy down, emotionally and physically. Even these big, muscle hunks jocks, the bigger they are the more tears they produce.

"Tommy, get your worthless pledge ass over here," Stan ordered. Tommy, with his underpants still around his knees, hobbled over to the shit bucket. He had grown very pale and his lower lip was quivering.

"Tommy, help your pledge Brother out, take some toilet paper and wipe his ass for him."

Brandon, having regained his emotional control, squatted holding his ass cheeks apart praying, "Please God let this be over,"

Tommy reached for a wad of toilet paper. "Waste not, want not, Thomas, use only two squares, Tommy."

Tommy took two squares of tissue and tried to decide how best to fold them to get maximum use. He brought the paper to Brandon’s asshole and saw the brown shit clinging to the ass pucker. Tommy closed his eyes.

"I don’t think I can do this Sir, I'm going to puke."

Lorenzo stepped forward. "You will do this Tommy, remember our little talk this morning, you will help your pledge brother out. And if you vomit, you will lick up the puke!"

Brandon Lasseter squeezed his eyes shut, this couldn’t be happening. Were they discussing his shitty ass? This was going way too far, he would report them to Jeff, to the Fraternity President.

With a shaking hand, Tommy brought the tissue to Brandon's asshole. He wiped, the tissue clogged with shit, Tommy moaned and tried to use a different corner of the tissue square, now a bit of shit got on his finger. He acted like he'd been stung by a bee. His breathing was heavy and irregular. "Oh, God. Oh God," he said over and over. He looked around for someplace to drop the tissue and at last just let it fall into the pail. The asshole was still shitty.

"I, I need more paper, Sir," he said, sounding like a very little boy.

"No, you'll just have to use your fingers.”

“No please, I can’t," Tommy whined, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Of course you can, come on, just relax." Lorenzo began to massage Tommy's shoulders, and then let his big hands drift down the boy's pecs to his flat nipples. Standing behind Tommy, he began to twist and tug gently at the boy's nipples. "You can do it, show us you're not a pussy and show us you're a man, an SAE." He started to pinch each of the boy’s nipples, alternatingly, tugging and squeezing rhythmically on the hardening nubs. Stan stepped in and began to run one finger up and down Tommy's naked ass crack. "Do it, Tommy, wipe the Brother’s ass clean, with your fingers."

Tommy was moaning from the pleasure he was receiving from Lorenzo teasing his now more prominent nipples, and from Stan tickling his ass crack. “You’re a big man, and a proud SAE, go ahead and use your fingers, Tommy, big stud Tom.” Stan’s mouth was lightly resting on Tommy’s left ear and speaking softly with his warm, comforting breath. Tommy was unwittingly wiggling his hips from all the wonderful sensations. He even pushed his ass back toward the dancing fingers. Those dancing fingers moved under his body to lightly, very, very lightly, tickler-tease his swinging balls. It sent shivers up and down Tommy’s spine. “Yes, you big hunky SAE who loves to obey and please. Yes, use your fingers to help clean Brandon’s asshole.” Those dancing fingers reached a little further past his balls slowly to gently caress the boy’s now hard dick. It was as if he was hypnotized.

18-year-old blond Tommy moved his fingers up and down Brandon’s ass crack to clean it with his fingers. He was mesmerized, in a trance-like state feeling all those mind-clouding, erotic sensations on his tits, his ass crack, his balls and his very hard, bobbing dick. “Tommy, our SAE hero helper. Such a very good boy.” Lorenzo’s warm breath was right against Tommy’s left ear. “Such a wonderful pleaser.” He watched Tommy press his index finger gently, but determinedly, into Brandon’s asshole trying to work out any remaining shit.

When Tommy’s index finger was coated with shit, he removed it and pushed in his middle finger to clean his Brother’s ass further. “That’s a smart boy. Yes, help your big Bro, get his ass as clean as you can.” Lorenzo spoke slowly against the boy’s ear. His warm, soothing tone was disarming. Lorenzo now owned those sensitive boy nipples, and he lightly scratched them with his fingernails. It sent shivers throughout the boy’s body. “You know it is your mission to obey and to please us all, as well as yourself.”

There were a half dozen brothers standing around, watching Lorenzo do his hypnotic method of training. It was something he was very good at. They all saw him work his magic on other pledges. After all, he was a psychology major. He was not really hypnotizing Tommy, he was just dumbing him down, creating a wonderful, peaceful state of mind wherein Tommy could let go of all inhibitions. All the erotic stimulation was a shortcut to get there, and Tommy was allowing himself to be led.

There was Tommy Luck, five foot seven, with a small compact swimmer's body, dirty blond hair and bright blue, trusting eyes. Eyes that now were mostly glazed over. “Yes, such a very good boy, Tommy.” Now Stan slowly changed his position from behind Tommy, to kneel at the boy’s right hip. From Tommy’s side, Stan worked one hand up and down on Tommy’s slightly hairy ass crack and occasionally tickled his ball sac using his fingernails lightly. With the other hand, he gave ghost touches to the boy’s rigid, jutting upward, dick. Ghost touches are those you can feel more in your mind than on your skin. Again, the warm, comforting low tones, “We are all so proud of you. Helping your buddy, Brandon, here who is so helpless. He needs you and you are coming through for him, and for all of us. What a hero you are, Tommy.”

Tommy’s dick was bobbing. It was seeping SAE fluid in little slimy strings. Stan’s hand wrapped fully around Tommy hard pole, but it did not squeeze it. That hand did not grab it or manipulate that dick in any way. Stan slowly, so very lightly, moved his hand up and down that fiercely poised shaft. The hand hovered just above the fleshy surface of the pole. The only time the hand made contact with the hard dick was when the dick naturally spasmed and twitched. So Stan was letting the dick make contact with his hand. And a hard, super-sensitive dick like that wants more and more contact. Unbeknownst to Tommy, in his mindless daze of erotic sensations, he was being led by his hungry dick; hungry for a firm, solid touch. But that dick never got those firm-rubbing touches it craved, and need to blast off. Tommy’s hips started thrusting slowly back and forth. Instead of the fingertips assaulting that ass, that ass was gyrating and rubbing itself again the fingers.

Tommy’s eyes were opened, but he was not seeing; he was only feeling. He was feeling the asshole in front of him and bombarding sensations the two men were creating within him. “Yea, work that finger in and out of Brandon’s beefy asshole,” Lorenzo hypnotically egged him on.

The right hand of Stan’s that was teasing Tommy’s asshole, tickled all around the ass lips, poking, lightly rubbing, and with added fingernail scratches. But that finger never entered Tommy’s asshole. It was all a tease. It was to melt Tommy’s inhibitions away by creating an erotic energy that was overwhelming, an energy so powerful that it easily countered his morals compass.

Lorenzo, the Brother in psychology studies, was the one in control here. The room, full of other Frat house Brothers, was completely silent as during similar initiations in previous years. This was not new to any of them, though they always marveled at how effective this “mind control” “could be” on some pledges. Many of them had been a victim of these same hypnotic tactics. Now they get to see the depth one can be taken if mindfully worked over.

“OK, Tommy, time to take out the second finger and insert the third to wipe out any remaining shit from inside your brother’s asshole. You do want to do that, right?” Tommy never paused.

“Yes, Sir,” he just automatically uttered.

“Ok, now the third finger, work it around. You know you are pleasing all the Brothers here.” Tommy just nodded. “There, all done. Now remove your finger, Tommy.” He did.

At that point, Tommy began to realize what he was doing. “Ugh … I need a towel to clean my hand off.” Tommy said as he wrinkled his nose at a reaction to the smell. “Ugh.”

“Use your hair, Tommy, just wipe your hand off in that beautiful mop of hair you have on your head.” Tommy hesitated; he had a confused look on his face. "Wipe those fingers in your hair," Lorenzo whispered. A rumble and a groan emitted from Tommy, starting deep in the pit of his stomach. He tasted puke in his mouth and swallowed it again. He put the shitty fingers up to his own head and wiped them into his blond hair.

Tommy’s eyes were tearing up just a little as he complied with Lorenzo’s words, distant words. The guys loved it. They were having a blast at Tommy’s distress. In fact, they loved humiliating all the pledges, including Brandon who was still there, bent over, pushing his ass out for Tommy to clean.

Brandon was glad this entire ordeal of shitting and getting his ass cleaned out was over. He began to straighten up. “Whoa, Brandon, just stay in your assumed position with your hands on your knees.” He did.

"Now, Tommy, show us how nice and clean you got Brandon’s asshole. Kiss it for us.”

Tommy stood up, the shit in his hair making his cute face look stupid. "But I'm not queer, I can’t kiss a guy’s asshole."

"He’s not just any guy; he’s a pledge Brother, YOUR PLEDGE BROTHER. You will show your loyalty and care by kissing his asshole.” Lorenzo stated in a soft but firm tone. Tommy was slowly shaking his head, no. “Just a little peck, that’s all.

“I don’t want him to," Brandon spoke up plainly coming to Tommy’s aid.

"Shut your mouth, MR. Brandon Lasseter. I don't give a fuck what you want, pledge. This is between Tommy and me. I'm Tommy’s Pledge Master and we have to start things off on the right foot." Lorenzo started, again, to pull the boy’s nipples way out now, painfully, then letting them snap back to the chest.

Once again sobbing, Tommy leaned in, holding his breath, and planted a kiss on the pink pucker of Brandon's asshole.

"See that wasn't so bad,” Lorenzo told him. “And to reward you for your good work, we are eliminating both of your demerits; you start with a clean slate. Use the hose in the corner to shower." Lorenzo turned, followed by the others, and went up the stairs.

Brandon looked at Tommy, the boy had shit streaks down his forehead, and brown blobs of shit in his soft blond hair. Snot was running from his nose, and his cute face looked worn and beaten. "I don’t know, Brandon, I don’t know if I'm gonna make it. I mean I wanna be an SAE and all, real bad, but I just honest to God don't know if I'm gonna make it.”

"Let’s shower, of course, you'll make it. It can't get any worse than this."

Hell Week
Part 4 of 5

Upstairs in his room, SAE President Jeff Black was speaking to Brandon’s uncle, the uncle who said he would cover all of his nephew’s tuition if he got into SAE. "Yes, Sir, I understand Mr. Lasseter. The guys all understand."

The voice on the other end was crude. "This is to be the most degrading, disgusting initiation any fraternity ever conducted.” Mr. Lasseter told him as clear as possible. “I want my nephew broken. Turn Brandon into a cock hungry faggot. I want him to become a mindless fuck toy. When he reaches the point where he just cannot submit to any more degradation, he’ll quit the Frat. That’s what I want. You and your Bros are going to make it so insanely tough on him that Branded will quit the frat. Since that was my requirement, I will then withdraw all the money I promised him. I want him hazed to the extreme and all those other pledges hazed as well. Be inventive. Be the sickest. Create the most degenerate experience for them all and capture it on video.” Jeff Black was a bit shocked by what Mr. Lasseter wants for his nephew, but at the same time, it appealed to his sadist side. It was devilishly wonderful news to him.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Lasseter, your nephew will be broken and quit the fraternity. I fully understand what you want me and the SAE Brothers here do too, we already discussed it when we set up this maneuver weeks ago.” Jeff paused and then asked, “If you don’t mind my asking, why do this to your own nephew?”

“Why,’ does not concern you. I told you that if he ends up quitting, I’ll refurbish your entire SAE Frat house. I don’t care if it cost me $100,000. I’ll do it. I have had my fondest memories at SAE, and this is a win-win situation for both of us.” Brandon’s uncle told Jeff.

“But if you have to know why I’ll tell you. Brandon raped my daughter, Suzie. That’s his cousin who was only 15, his same age. It was never reported due to everyone wanting to keep it a family secret. The matter was brushed off and a concocted story was developed that she was never raped, but fell down a hill slope and injured her groin in the debris by accident. Three years have passed and Brandon eluded all punishment and even blame. In fact, Brandon and his family seemed to have forgotten that the vicious crime even happened. She was held down by two of Brandon’s buddies as he raped her. My daughter is willing to forgive her cousin and even keep that secret. But not me. Now he is an adult.”

“Now he will pay. He will be the one raped, and a lot worse than that, with your help. I will swoop in at the appropriate time after he quits school. No one will want him when all the disgusting things come out in the light. There will be no secrets in this matter. Everyone will know. The only secret is that I had nothing to do with it. I plan to actually take him in. He will see me as this hero who rescued him. And he … he will become my live-in fagot, cock sucking whore.”

"Don't worry, Mr. Lasseter. The Brothers here at SAE have a real, nasty side that we all are forced to suppress. But I can cut them lose to be as cruel and mean as we want them to be.” The Frat president told him. “The Brothers are beginning to get loose and lively. Once they realize there are no limits on their sexual sadism, all fucking hell will break loose around the pledges."

“Yes, Jeff, you understand our mission. It’s up to you to unleash the dirty minds of all the Brothers so they go along with whatever perversions you force those pledges into. And I do mean all the pledges. We cannot be hard on my nephew alone. We must be tough on all the pledges equally so it won’t look like Brandon is being singled out.”

His dick! Somehow young Brandon was very aware of his dick as he stood on the porch of the fraternity house and removed his clothes as all pledges had to do. He'd had to wait until two priests and an old nun walked by. Was that why he was aware of his dick or was it what awaited him inside the house? He'd spent most of the afternoon wrestling with the shit bucket incident. Having to crap in a bucket and being required to have a fellow pledge wipe his ass. Disgusting! He tried to tell himself hazing was a lot like boot camp, and he was being inducted. He tried to tell himself it was all in good fun and he should loosen up. But the complete humiliation of what had happened colored his emotions. Still, Brandon was a smart boy and he knew humiliation was part of the hazing game, it had always been. It was something he'd just have to outgrow, put up with so his uncle would fork over all his tuition cost. That was the deal. If he did not get into the SAE frat, he would have no money to go to college. So Brandon was under a tremendous pressure to obey the frat pledge laws, no matter how ridiculous they were.

He'd seen Julie briefly after his last class. They held hands in the student union and kissed a few times. Brandon thanked her again for the blow job the previous evening, and she promised more if he was a good boy. Then he told her he'd probably not be able to see her as much in the next few weeks because of the intense fraternity initiation.

"If you'd rather hang with a bunch of crude jocks than me, that's fine." she'd pouted, only half teasing. He explained he needed to be an SAE if he wanted to stay in school, and that he'd see her as often as he could. Then he reluctantly made his way back to the house.

"Something stinks in here," One of the frat Brothers remarked to another as Brandon, clad only in his now sweaty boxer shorts, entered the front hall. "It must be a pledge," the two jocks laughed at their own stupid joke and turned to Brandon. They were both well-muscled athletes, as were most of the guys who were SAE. "Go downstairs to your room and work on your diary of your sexual history until six o'clock. Then you will serve supper to the big six, and then you’ll get to eat yourselves." he was instructed.

Brandon could tell from the smell that the other two pledges had been forced to use the shit bucket as well. Jared and Kyle dressed in their underwear were working on school stuff. Brandon said hello. They seemed unusually subdued and Brandon guessed it was the result of some afternoon hazing games.

"Where's Tommy?"

"His Pledge Master Lorenzo took him upstairs for some private tutoring." Kyle tried to laugh, but his voice sounded thin and worried. "This hazing shit is starting out pretty heavy. I mean this is only the first fucking day. If this is just the preliminaries, where will it end?"

Brandon shook his head. "You got it wrong. They start out strong to scare us. It’s got to ease up as we go. Nobody can expect us to live down here in this basement, and shit and piss in buckets for weeks on end. This is all just a lot of macho bullshit. We just got to be cool and take it easy. So we're embarrassed for a few days. So we have to do a few things that are really kinky, fuck it, those are the very memories that in later years will bond us with the SAE. That’s how I figure it anyway."

Poor Tommy should have heard that little pep talk. It might have helped. He was really scared. His mentor and pledge master, the big handsome dark-haired jock seemed to have a sadistic streak, along with his studious looking buddy Stan. Tommy wasn’t the usual SAE material, to begin with. Did they really want the small compact blond swimmer or was he just a toy for them to play with? After all, he had just been singled out a few hours ago to wipe, and then kiss Brandon’s asshole. That humiliation was still fresh in his mind. And now this.

Tommy was naked in Lorenzo's room. He stood on two chairs, a foot on each chair. The chairs were about two and a half feet apart forcing him to spread his legs to keep his stance. That was embarrassing to him to stand like that naked with dick and balls hanging there, his ass sticking out. Tommy hated any kind of public nudity, he hated even undressing in the locker room. He didn’t know why. He hated the small speedos he had to wear on the swim team, he always felt everyone was staring at his sizable prick and balls budge. Some guys got off on this. Tommy didn't.

"You see Tommy, my boy, we have to be hard on you only to help you. You understand that" Lorenzo said seated on a desk chair in front of the boy as he stared right at the kid's blond-haired prick and nuts. "We want you in the SAE but you're pretty much a pussy and we have to toughen you up. How badly do you want to be an SAE, Tommy?"

"I want to be an SAE more than anything in the whole world," Tommy shouted, not sure how long he could keep his balance on the two chairs. Acting so nonchalantly on his bed, Stan stretched out in a yawn. He chuckled that it had taken twenty minutes of ass-paddling to get Tommy to properly shout answers. The kid’s tiny bubble butt was dark red with black patches on it. He had cried like a baby. Tommy had no idea how much getting paddled would hurt. He'd read about it, even seen it in some movies, but the real thing? Holy Mother of God, it hurt. Tommy's confidence in his own ability to make it through the hazing was once again threatened.

"Tom, do you want to be an SAE badly enough to take a little pain?"

"Yes Sir," His voice quivering with strain and fear. He wasn’t sure he could take any more ass-paddling.

"Good, I'm glad. Well then let’s begin, shall we Tommy?" With that Lorenzo brought the wooden ruler up between Tommy's spread legs, "splat”. It slapped him hard in the scrotum.

Tommy almost blacked out as pain shot from his nuts up through his body, followed by dizziness. He lost his balance and slipped from the chairs to the floor. The frat Brothers in the room laughed at the way Tommy rolled up into a tiny ball holding his nuts and crying. Several times he choked back puke, the pain was worse than anything he could remember, worse when he'd gotten hit in the nuts by a baseball as a kid. It was simply unbearable. The two jocks roared with laughter at Tommy's reaction to the pain. They imitated his moans and groans, his wheezes and coughs. At last, after about two minutes, the pain was controllable but certainly not gone.

"Tommy, the idea is for you to not fall off the chairs, so, shall we try it again?"

Tommy, his blond hair a mess, looked up at the burly jock. Tommy’s face was slick with sweat and spittle ran from the corner of his mouth. "Please, not again, I don’t think I can take it.”

Stan sat up on the bed. "Five swats for giving a wrong answer. The correct answer is 'yes Sir, please whack my worthless nuts again.'"

Tommy's fuck eggs just throbbed. Christ, why were they being so cruel to him? Why didn’t they pick on the other guys? And why the fuck did it all have a kind of sick sexual feeling about it. Like the ninth grade locker shenanigans of Milton Crews, who everybody knew was a pervert and who loved to snap towels at guys’ nuts and grab guys by the bare ass and balls. Milton Crews was kids’ stuff, but Tommy Luck was grown up, now 18. He didn’t like guys fooling with his privates. He hated it.

"Up on the chair, Tommy, and let’s try to do this right. You keep your balance and take it like a man." Lorenzo lounged back in his own chair, legs spread, big dick lump sticking up from his gym shorts. Most of the guys walked around the house in gym shorts or sweats and tee shirts. With shaky legs, Tommy slowly crawled up onto the chairs. With difficulty, he managed to regain an upright stance, even with sore balls.

Maybe if he joked, showed he was tough, they would go easy on him. So he spoke out, "Hey, I hope you guys don't intend to ruin my fucking career.“ He laughed trying to sound OK with the pain and the hazing.

"Don't worry," Stan yelled from the bed, "If Lorenzo here destroys your balls and you can’t fuck anymore, you can always learn to enjoy taking dick up your ass!"

A shudder went through Tommy's naked body as he closed his eyes and waited for the next nut whack. He vowed this time he wouldn't fall off the chair. The two jocks didn’t really care either way; they had a couple of hours to kill.

At six, the four pledges were dressed in pink frilly aprons. That was it. They were not allowed another stitch of clothing, just the aprons with a foot square of pink material hanging down from the front of their waist ribbon. They served dinner to the big six, the six heads of the fraternity who lived up on the third floor. Brandon's pledge master Jeff Black was one of these. Brandon didn’t know how he felt about having the president of the SAE Fraternity serving as his pledge master. In a way, he felt honored or was it frightened, maybe a little of both. So far Jeff hadn’t had any time for Brandon and so that was a good thing. Wearing girly aprons and being called things like Twat lips, and Stupid cunt, was actually a more relaxing, non-painful, experience, and the pledges lost a bit of their anxiety.

After the Brothers’ supper, it was time for the pledges to eat. They were led down to the basement where they were stunned at seeing eight doggie dishes, two for each boy. One dish was filled with food, steak and potatoes and veggies all mixed together which smelled divine. The other dish was filled with beer. The pledges were instructed to crawl over and eat without using their hands. Embarrassing and messy as this was, it was to be expected. Frat pledges commonly ate meals from doggie dishes.

After dinner, the pledges were allowed to put on underwear and to retrieve their diaries which detailed their life’s sexual experiences and turn them in. Some of the frat members relaxed with beer and music to read them. They read portions out loud to each other and had some good laughs. In the basement, the pledges had another chore, one more embarrassing.

"We have to have accurate health records for our members for insurance purposes. The records need to include your detailed body measurements. So, would you all please take your files and help each other fill in the forms. There is a scale and measuring tape over there for getting your height and weight. To help with pledge bonding, let’s play a little game, no pledge is to take his own measurements. You will team up and measure each other. Let’s have Tommy and Kyle measure each other, and Jared and Brandon help each other out. The forms were quickly handed out to each of the four. Okay. You've got one hour, that’s 60 minutes exactly. We will spot check the measurements you record, if any measurements are off by more than one-half inch from what we found, you get swats. Ask Tommy how swats feel.” Then the Brothers filed upstairs to watch the pledges on their hidden cam.

The boys sat on the floor in only their underwear and eagerly read the first page of their measuring form. They reacted with expressions of puzzlement, thinking this was so ridiculous. "They gotta be kidding?" Kyle said. He was the largest and the more muscle-toned of the boys, a football jock who wasn’t used to taking shit from anybody. "Did you guys see this?" He began to read. "height, weight, waist, hips, chest, neck, back of neck to tailbone, inseam, what the fuck are we getting measured for tuxedos or fucking what?” He paused as he continued to read more, And get this, width and height of each nipple."

Brandon picked up the reading out loud. "Length of tongue measured with mouth closed and tongue fully extended. Measure the length of tongue that can be extended from the closed mouth. Measure from the tongue tip to the upper lip. Length of the longest armpit hair. The longest pubic hair.’ This is sick. Whoa, look at this, ‘length of penis flaccid’. Oh shit, ‘thickness of penis at head, thickness around penis at root, flaccid.’"

Tommy couldn't even swallow. His mouth became so dry. "We gotta measure each other? ‘Length of relaxed ball bag from the groin. The circumference of each nut.’ These guys are fucking sick. ‘Length of piss hole!’" Tommy threw his papers on the floor and walked into the furthest corner of the basement.

"Jesus Christ," Jared continued shaking his handsome dark-haired head. "’Distance from rear of scrotum to asshole. Length of ass crack from top to bottom. Length and width of asshole pucker’. We can't do this, guys? This is nuts," Jared shook his head.

Kyle went on, "’Length and circumference of penis with erection’. God damned fuckers, I knew they'd do something like this."

Brandon was sensing that his three fellow pledges might actually quit and walk out right here. After all, no decent guy would go through this just to enter a fraternity. All three of them could and might easily quit and try to join a different fraternity, or just attend college with no fraternity. No big deal. But, Brandon had to join. He had to take it all and get admitted, specifically, to the SAE Frat. That was the one and only condition his uncle required in order for Brandon’s bills to be paid. Without SAE, he could not afford to attend this college or any college. And he needed these guys to come along with him. He’d never make it alone.

Hell Week
Part 5 of 5

The initiation was pretty tough, some pledges threatened to quit the Frat. So Brandon spoke up to try to give a pep talk to them, "Hey guys, if we can just get through tonight, it’s bound to get easier," Brandon said. "I know it’s freaky, but so we take the fucking measurements, so we touch each other’s dicks, we're all straight, so how can it hurt us? Big fucking deal, we got to show the mother fuckers that they can’t scare us.”

Jared laughed a tense, tight laugh. “Brandon’s right guys and I for one can’t wait to show my big dick off.” He giggled, trying to be the good sport. “So let’s get going, shall we. Where are the tape measures?”

The boys didn’t take off their underpants until the last minute. They measured everything else first. Then they self-consciously turned away to slip down their shorts. Naked, with big pricks swinging as they walked, teamed up in the assigned pairs to take the personal stats. Jared lifted and handled Brandon's cock. "Hey buddy, don’t throw a boner yet, I got to get it measured soft first,” Jared laughed as Brandon’s prick started to grow.

"I can’t help it, anybody touches my dick, It gets hard. It’s not my fault."

Brandon stood there stupidly with his big strong teenage legs spread wide while Jared knelt between them and measured his dick and balls.

They heard Kyle snap at Tommy, "Well you're going to have to touch the fucking thing, you can’t fucking measure it without holding it.” As they got on with their humiliating tasks, the tension relaxed and soon they were even able to show a sense of humor through it all.

"Oh this is better than cunt any day, I'm hooked," Kyle said, feeling Tommy's balls, while the poor boy winced from the pain. "Jesus kid, what happened to your balls and ass,” Kyle asked with some concern after seeing the red and black bruises on his nuts and ass.

"Fucking Pledge Master Lorenzo happened to my balls and ass. And his fucking pal Stan helped. At least I’ve been through the worst, yours is still to come."

The second most difficult and humiliating part of their task came when they had to measure from ball bag to asshole lips. “OK, better lay on your back and pull your knees to your chest. Brandon told Jared. “Not quite right. I need to get the tape measure into your ass crack. You’ll have to spread your cheeks apart.”

What these struggling pledges did not know is that the Brothers were all upstairs laughing their asses off. They were hooting and howling like a bunch of sickos as they watched every degrading position these men placed each other in. Seeing macho, muscle-guy Kyle on his back, with legs in the air, holding his ass cheeks apart made the upstairs guys almost wet their jocks! What was so funny was the matter-of-fact way they went about the measurements. They were so serious. So fucking studious and serious!

The frat Brothers were glued to their hidden cam feed watching Brandon measure Jared. And the audio pick up was loud and clear, “Brandon, hurry it up, would you? I feel like a bitch in heat in the leg spreading chair in a Gyno’s office.” Jared complained.

"I'd like to be a Gyno," Jared said, measuring Brandon’s asshole while the other boy knelt held his ass cheeks apart. "Imagine all that young pussy spread for you every fucking day for you to examine and … poke into. That’s the type of doctor I want to be, a gynecologist!”

'Yea, but as a doctor, you'd have to poke around in those 80-year-old pussies, too," Brandon quipped.

"Not me,” Kyle chimed in, “I'd only take young cunt patients. Get my fingers up some pretty young teen twat, sorry honey, I gotta stretch your pussy open wider just let me get four fingers in there. Just let me get my dick in there."

As the Frat Brothers watch their live video feed, they noticed that it suddenly became very quiet in the room. The pledges got to the part of the measuring assignment where the pledges needed to get hard-ons in order to take those “special” measurements.

"They can't expect us to jerk each other can they?" Kyle worried out loud.

"Can we get hard-ons without touching? I mean if we think dirty thoughts or talk real dirty, I think maybe I can." Brandon said. So the boys thought of the filthiest things they could, eyes closed, willing their dicks hard.

“Imagine a guy fucking his little sister. Turning her into a fucking sex slave. She’s like 16 or something, and he fucks her a couple of times every day. He let’s all his buddies fuck her too. She gets fucked about 10 times every day. He pisses on her and makes her eat his ass out." Kyle offered.

"Fucker, I was getting hard 'til you got to the piss and shit part, that’s sick," Jared said.

"Everybody's got their own fantasies; I have this sick one about Julie. I imagine it’s our wedding night. She’s still a fucking virgin. I can see it all now; six big black guys break into our hotel room and gang-fuck her while I watch. They are all hung really humongous."

“Hey, guys! It worked! Look, my big dick is standing tall! Tommy, quick, measure my wood.” Kyle measured in at eight and a half inches. The others just couldn't get full hard-ons by talking. They were too nervous being there with each other, so they decided they had to wank each other hard. This was not easy for the boys. Jared grabbed Brandon’s dick and Brandon grabbed his.

"Hey man, wait until I do yours, otherwise it’s too fucking queer. Brandon started leaking at once, he had a really drippy dick. It leaked precum all the time. Poor Julie had it all over her face when she sucked him. Now Jared had male slop all over his hand.

"Jesus Christ, must you leak all over my fucking hand?" he asked.

"I can't help it, man," Brandon whispered, pissed at the attention Jared was drawing to his dick.

Tommy wasn’t about to let anybody touch his dick, he went into the corner and started to frig himself hard. “You can’t do that, you'll get us in trouble," Kyle said.

"No guy is playing with my prick," Tommy declared. Then he turned around to display a nice healthy seven and a half hard-on for Kyle to measure. Brandon came in at nine and Jared at six and a half, but very thick.

Kyle laughed at Brandon trying to will his big prick back down again. Strings of pre-fuck slop ran from the piss hole to the floor. "Man your little Julie won’t need nigger dick on her wedding night; she’s got one with you, "

After an hour, they were called upstairs, where they faced fifteen half drunken jocks in the huge living room. The TV was already turned off. They had no plans to tell the pledges that they were all videoed touching and playing with each other’s dick, balls, and asshole. These videos would only surface if they needed them to blackmail these pledges later. They would be used only for coercion.

When the four pledges entered the room they stood there only wearing underwear. The frat Brothers presented themselves as just lounging around the furniture, sipping brews. "We’ve got an embarrassing problem here gentlemen,” Jeff announced loudly. "We’ve been reading your guys’ sexual diaries and we've got a big problem. We've got a fucking virgin on our hands. A fucking virgin! Will the fucking virgin pledge please hold up his hand."

Shyly, Brandon held up his hand. Although he had detailed girls jerking him off and his blow jobs from Julie, he was technically a virgin. He had never fucked.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Brandon; here I am, your pledge master, think how embarrassing you are for me? What have you to say for yourself?"

"If I had known you were going to be my Pledge Master Sir, I would have fucked at an earlier age." This brought a big laugh from everyone present, including Jeff, who just couldn’t keep a straight face.

"Most of us were fucking by age thirteen, what went wrong Pledge Brandon?"

"I have a fucking minister for a father, Sir, and fucking prim and proper Christian twats for girlfriends.” This also got a big laugh. Brandon felt he had handled that hurdle well.

“In a hundred years of the SAE Fraternity, no Brother has ever been a virgin. So tomorrow night we will have a special Brandon session of an initiation ritual and take care of your little problem. Tomorrow night, boy, you will FUCK TWAT and we will be there to advise you. Now pledges, these first few nights we realize are difficult ones for you.” Jeff continued, “Adjusting to your roles as fraternity pigs, slime buckets of humanity. You realize, of course, that you have to reach bottom before you can be rebuilt and become SAE. So you should be happy to be degraded and to degrade each other as well as yourselves, as much as possible. The more you all get into it, and accept, total degradation and humiliation, the sooner this hazing period will be finished.”

“Because these first days are not easy, we encourage you to lean on your pledge Brothers for support, turn to them for comfort and strength. So, tonight I want to see a really nice show of Brotherly affection, I want you pledges, to hug each other, close, tight, real like in a support group session, go on, don’t be embarrassed, trust each other, love each other like Brothers."

It wasn’t difficult to do, the guys all smelled a bit sweaty, but after the measuring shit, hugging a guy was nothing. In fact, it felt really good, comforting. The pledges were given some beer to drink. "That was great,” said Jeff in front of the room of Frat Brothers, “now let’s build on that, how about if you boys kiss each other, nice Brotherly Frat kisses, to better bond as men." Tommy got very red in the face hearing this.

Without much hesitation, each brother kissed the others with a quick peck on his lips. “Now, I realize that was awkward, new and strange. Right?” The pledges nodded. “But tell me, tell all of us that that was comforting, and be honest, don’t say it if you did not feel it.”

Each pledge, one after the other, spoke up and honestly expressed his opinion that he did, in fact, feel comforted by the kiss. The frat Brothers all applauded them. That felt good! And they actually did find that little peck a friendly, man-to-man, gesture of brotherly care.

“That is great. You see, we SAE Brothers do know what is good for you individually, and good for the entire brotherhood as a whole.” It was clear from the relieved expressions on the boy's faces that they were finding this initiation becoming a more pleasant experience and that, yes, they would make it through okay.

“Now, once again, we need you to appreciate each other. Show that brotherly love. Display that frat Brother’s maleship. So, now each of you will deep tongue kiss each other.” The pledges had been lulled into relaxing their guards, and now they were jolted in shock. They all hated this the most. Showing affection was worse than sucking dick! Sucking a guy’s dick was a sexual act THAT THEY WERE FORCED TO DO! But French, deep tongue kissing was way worse. It was an act of love and gayness. They had no choice other than to do it or drop out of the frat. None of these young men were gay, and none wanted to be gay, or even act gay. Period.

After the peck, all the pledges stood still. Glad that was over with. So Jeff spoke up, “Look, pledges, that was not a kiss. Put some passion into to it.” The pledges didn’t move. “DO IT AND DO IT NOW!” The pledges then pushed their faces slowly into the other boy’s lips. Slowly, and most awkwardly, each boy kissed the other directly on the lips and held the pose for a moment, and parted.

"No, no, no boys, that won’t do at all, not if you really want to bond. You have to show your trust and devotion to each other, kiss each other on the mouth.”

The four teenage pledges stood in their underpants, looking at the floor; they didn't know what to do. Jeff was not pleased. They didn’t kiss correctly. But they either didn’t understand what Jeff wanted or simply pretended not to know. Nervous sweat trickled down their lean hard teen bodies.

"Come on pledges, he who hesitates gets paddle swats. Nice friendly kisses to prove to us that you will help each other through these next weeks. Or, you will be tossed out of SAE before you even start."

Brandon had the most to lose. If he did not get in SAE, it meant that his tuition would not be covered by his scheming uncle and he would not be able to even go to college. The others could risk it; they could attend college without being a frat member.

So Brandon started it off, to show his pledge brothers it was okay. He turned to Jared and leaned down. He put his lips on the other boy’s and kissed him, exchanging obvious tongue touches briefly. The Brothers applauded and hooted. Seeing Brandon’s example, and seeking the approval of the Brothers, Kyle bent down to kiss Tommy, who backed away. Lorenzo barked, "Tommy, do you want another session with the ruler slapping your balls?" Terrified, Tommy looked from guy to guy like a trapped animal. Then he closed his eyes and lifted his head. Kyle kissed him with slightly parted lips. Tommy mentally tried to talk himself into this being OK. “It was nothing, really, just, lips touching lips,” he thought to himself. Kyle and Brandon kissed. Then Tommy and Jared. Tommy thought, “Shit, it was only a kiss, so what.”

"Now Brandon, I want you to team up with Jared since you seem to get along with him so well, and Tommy you stick with Kyle. Now I want to see a real display of affection. I want you to tongue kiss each other until I tell you to stop. The pair that doesn’t swap enough spit gets 10 hard swats. I what to see your tongues really going at it."

"Oh, what the fuck," Jared said.

He looked up into Brandon's eyes. The two boys nervously licked their lips and then brought their cute teenaged faces together. They mechanically kissed. "Get those mouths open, suck each other’s tongues, get those tongues into each other’s mouth hole,” Jeff ordered. Whoever impresses me the least is getting expelled today! I don't care how much you have to pretend, how weird it all seems, how much you hate what you are doing. Just put on a loving plastic face and get that long romantic kiss going. I know you are acting that’s fine, but let's see some academy award performances.” One thing was clear, Jeff, the SAE Frat President, was not kidding. It’s pass or fail time.

That was it. No more fucking around, each pledge got the message and Brandon grabbed Jared in a strong bear hug embrace as he planted his parted lips on the smaller boy’s mouth. There simply was no other way, but to comply 100%. He wasted no time in shoving his beefy tongue into Jared’s mouth and probed every intimate crevice. More than that, Brandon’s arms squeezed his torso, his hands roamed up and down the boy’s naked flesh. Only then, did Jared surrender his straight will and return the passionate kiss, though he did not hug Brandon in return. So be it, the smaller boy entered into a lusty tongue fight with Brandon.

The other boys followed suit. First, they French-kissed, then they followed Brandon’s lead in and began to embrace each other, squeeze, pet, and rub their naked bodies together. It went on for a full five minutes. One might think all these boys developed raging hard-ons, but not so. Jared had a pretty good boner, Tommy did not, and Brandon and Kyle were more or less, flaccid. But what would one expect from heterosexual men? Often adding in nipple work and asshole tickling would likely make them all hard. But merely kissing another guy does not turn them gay.

The Frat Brothers all applauded and the pledges all gladly separated from each other. They were all pleased that the SAE Brothers seemed to have approved of their performance.

“Wow,” Jeff bellowed out. “That was amazing. I tell you all, we will never order you to kiss each other again. You all did equally well and passed the kissing challenge.” Another round of applauds and cheers broke out. “You see, if you really try, really stop resisting and do as you are told, it gets so much easier. No swats were given; it was declared a tie. “So, Brother pledges, you may have the rest of the afternoon off.”

No one was more relieved than Brandon. He needed the SAE frat to accept him, and it was clear in his mind, it was all easy downhill from here. The pledges went out to a local bar and had junk food and several rounds of beers. They chatted so casually with each other and developed a closer friendship. They were all going to make it.

They knew pledge week was not over; time was, they had five days to go, but they were confident all will go smoothly from here.

Close to midnight, they all piled back into Jared’s car for the return trip back to the college and the SAE fraternity. Brandon's mind remained unsettled. He remembered Jeff’s pledge to have a special frat initiation for him to end his virginity. Was that still going to happen? No, he thought to himself. That was off because the four pledges did so well and could skip the other phases of their initiation. What about the rule to use only the buckets in the basement to pee and shit? No, they got beyond that. No more humiliating buckets. Brandon could see it all. He’ll be successful in being initiated into the SAE frat. His financial troubles would be over because his uncle would pay for everything. He let his concern ebb away. As he rode back to the college, he finally let a smile develop on his face and then he sighed in relief. He allowed his mind to settle down and relax.

So, the pledges came around to accept that their initiation was basically over. The rest would be mere formalities. Such was a great end to what was “advertised” as Hell Week. The remaining five days would be pleasant and about loyalty to the frat, learning all the rules and helping each other out with studying and whatever personal issues came up. That’s the function of a frat. And these four pledges were in good hands. No more worries. Cool. And so the story ends with happy and wonderful feelings all around.

The end.

“The end?” Really? What about Mr. Lasseter, Brandon’s uncle. Remember? He made a deal with Jeff Black, the Frat President, to fuck up Brandon. Mr. Lasseter and Jeff agreed to team up to put Brandon through the most degrading, most depraved and humiliating college initiation ever undertaken. It was Mr. Lasseter’s determined desire to reek revenge on his nephew because of a family rape. When Brandon was just 15, he raped his cousin, Suzie, Mr. Lasseter’s daughter. It was never reported since no one in the family wanted that on record. It was just another skeleton in the closet, a secret that most family members brushed aside and mostly forgot. But not Mr. Lasseter. He wanted to create a very harsh initiation into the SAE Frat so Brandon would quit. In order to accomplish this, the hazing would include the most disgusting, despicable and sexually dehumanizing challenges in the history of pledging.

But Brandon Lasseter and the other three pledges were glad that Hell week was cut short, and all four of them were accepted. Or were they?

Stay tuned for the Sequel which will appear in two days. Watch how Brandon and the other three pledges are tormented and tricked, all in the name of revenge.

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