Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 03:37:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Walsh <alt76frat@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fraternity Memoirs Part 2 - Pledge Season

Fraternity Memoirs Part II -- Pledge Season

Thanks for all the great support, guys.  It makes me feel good that people
find a piece of my life interesting. Keep the e-mails coming.
Alt76frat@yahoo.com Lets get right back to the story...

There is an oath, amongst all Fraternities, that you will not talk about
the Pledge Events at all to anyone outside your Fraternity.  There's that
stupid saying that all Brothers would say when asked about something
private in the Fraternity "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill
you."  For much of my tale, I am going to try to keep places, details and
settings ambiguous, but keep to the truth, as much as possible.  I owe that
to my Fraternity.

The first three weeks were difficult, but not necessarily the excitement
that you are looking for here on Nifty.  But I will give you a general idea
how difficult it can be to pledge.  It consumes all your time.  Student
Center (SC) Hours are set from 8:00 AM till 5:00 PM.  That means that
unless you are at class or practice, you must be in the SC at those times.
Even if you don't have class till 11:00 AM, you must be in the Student
Center at 8:00 AM.  You could be anywhere in the SC, but no sleeping was
allowed.

From 5 PM -- 6 PM you had time to go back to your room, eat, shower,
change, shit, fuck your girlfriend, whatever you wanted to do.  But you
didn't have much time. At 6 PM sharp, not a minute late, a Brother was
waiting for you at the Library for Library Hours. God forbid if you were
even a second late for anything.  But I will get into more detail about
that later.  Library Hours were two hours long and were in silence.  Not a
word was allowed to be spoken amongst the pledges, unless you were
addressing the Brother.  It was the Fraternities philosophy that a Brother
who fails out of school was no good to the Fraternity, so studies were
taken seriously.  At 8 PM each night after Library Hours we were given
instructions as to what to wear and what to bring for the evenings
activity.  Example, "Phi Class!  Have your Asses to the House by 8:30 PM
wearing all black and bring an extra pair of socks!"  No matter the night
or the activity, we always had to be there by 8:30.  20 guys sprinting to
the dorms (about a 4 minute run), everyone having to go to everyone's room
to get changed (I'll explain later), get any supplies and be at a
Fraternity House 5 minutes off Campus.  How often do you think we were on
time?  Never.

Depending on the activity for the night we could have been out till 4 AM,
or up all night and going straight to the Student Center. I'd say on
average we had about 3 hours of sleep a night.  We were exhausted, but you
get used to it.

Then, there were the rules.  You always had to have your pledge pin on.
God forbid you forgot your pledge pin.  There would be hell to pay for.
You also always had to have your Pledge Book with you.  Again, hell to pay
if a Brother asked to see your pledge Book and you didn't have it.  There
was a 'demerit' system.  Each of us was give a book of 20 matches.  Any
Brother could give you a demerit, by lighting a match, for anything they
wanted.  Example would be forgetting your pledge book or pin.  Some
Brothers would give you a Demerit just because they were having a bad day
or they didn't like you.  Once the 20 matches were gone, so were you.  No
ifs, ands or buts. You were expelled from the pledge class.  After 6 PM,
the whole class always had to be together.  The class was One, and
therefore we were always together.  That's what took even longer to get
ready before the events.  The whole class had to go to one room, one at a
time, to get changed and then move on to the next.

There were other rules, but the most pain in the ass rule was called
'Pairs'.  If there are any members of Fraternities reading this, you might
know what this is.  Basically, the Student Center and academic buildings
were considered 'free'.  Anyplace else, you had to be in a Pair, in other
words with a fellow pledge brother.  If you were walking to class, you had
to be walked to class by another pledge brother.  If the brother walking
you wasn't picking up another pledge brother from class at the same
building you were going to, two pledges needed to walk you to class so that
they could get back to the Student Center.  You had to wait for your pair
to pick you up after class or practice.  It was a royal pain in the ass,
believe me!  We had a whole complex schedule worked out, but it never
seemed to work.  Somehow, a pledge was always stranded somewhere.  You
could try and stealth it to your next class or the Student Center, but if
you got caught, you could get a demerit, or even worse, kidnapped.  And
with a Fraternity the size of ours, there was always a Brother somewhere.
I'll get into kidnapping in another story.  Otherwise, you had to wait at
the door of the academic building, hoping you would see some of your pledge
brothers walking by.  I was caught more than a few times stealthing it and
was kidnapped a few, but as I said, that's a story for later.

Pairs were bad getting to class, but it also meant that you had to shit,
piss, sleep, eat and shower in a pair.  You didn't have to sleep in the
same bed, but two pledge brothers always had to be in the room at the same
time.  To make things simpler on ourselves, Matt and I asked each of our
roommates if they minded if we did a room switch and lived together.  The
first few nights that we came in at 4:00 in the morning all rowdy and
drunk, our roommates agreed to the switch.

I had hung around with Matt a few times before pledging since we lived on
the same floor.  I knew the basics about Matt, but I learned a lot more
when we started pledging and living together.  Matt was from Minnesota, and
was also a H.S. athlete like myself.  Matt was quarterback for his football
team.  Matt wasn't recruited to play ball for the University.  He tried
walking on, but he didn't make it. Let me describe Matt to you.  I wasn't
thinking this way then, but I'll describe Matt as I know him now.  Matt is
gorgeous.  Slightly shorter than me, he's probably 6 ft. tall.  Matt has
brown wavy hair and hazel eyes.  He has a body to kill for, much more
defined than me, not a muscle freak, but set of abs, biceps and pecs that
would get any gay man instantly hard.  Matt was basically smooth, normal
hair on his legs, pubes, arms and pits. He has such an innocent look but a
dubious smile.  He's got a great personality, is intelligent, funny as
hell, and always sarcastic.  Sometimes I can't tell if he is pulling my leg
or not.  Matt is the essence of the "All American Male". We became best of
friends immediately.  But when you shower, shit, shave, sleep, eat and do
everything with someone, I guess that its not difficult to become best
friends.  And of course, that was exactly the Fraternity's point behind
pairs.  Showering with Matt and seeing each other naked was a daily ritual.
I don't think that I was sexually attracted to Matt, but I certainly
admired his physique.

Well, you have a general idea of what the daily routine of my pledge life
was, lets get on with the story.  As I said, the first few weeks were
nothing special to talk about.  Typical pledge stuff, road trips to all
different places and States; drinking events like finish the keg; line ups,
quizzes, chants, marching and cadences, sit ups, push ups, getting screamed
at, learning the Greek Alphabet and history, family trees, etc.  There was
very little Brother interaction the first few weeks.  I learned when I got
in the Fraternity that it is set up that way so that the Pledges get to
know each other first, and then they get to know the brothers.  However,
Adam and Sean were always there, being the pledge masters.  I never knew
Sean all that well, but Adam was a completely different person.  He became
generally mean and cocky.  The friendship that we had before the pledge
season was not the relationship that we would have when it begun.  Of my
pledge class, I thought that everyone was really cool.  I was becoming
friendly with most everyone.  There were a few guys that I didn't
particularly get along with at first.  They were pretty much the
freshman/sophomore athletes.  They thought they were slightly better than
the rest of us since they were on the same teams of some of the Brothers.
They also weren't at as many events as we were when they were playing home
games and traveling.  They missed some pretty grueling events, which I
thought was way unfair.  But who was I to complain, being a lowly pledge.
It definitely created 'cliques' in our pledge class, and it bothered me at
first, but I realized that with 19 people, I couldn't expect to be best
friends with everyone right away.  Eventually, we all got over it and were
great friends.  It's hard to describe 19 people individually, so I think
its better to describe each one as they come into the story.

The first night that was slightly sexual was about 4 weeks into pledge
season and were told to be at the Frat House at 8:30 and that no supplies
were needed, they would be supplied.  All of us were there this night, no
games scheduled. As we got to the house we were instructed to go down to
the basement and were to remain silent.  When we got downstairs, majority
of the Brothers were there, seated against the back wall in chairs and
couches. I was excited at first, thinking cool, this was the first event
with Brothers.  They were just staring at us, remaining silent
themselves. A few minutes later, Sean and Adam came down the stairs.  We
were instructed to go in the tool closet and get changed into the clothes
that were in there.  They also said it was OK to leave our bags and Pledge
Books in the closet.  The size of this closet is not very big, maybe 6'x8'
and 19 guys didn't fit in there too comfortably.  We looked for clothes,
but at first didn't see any.  Then one of the guys saw a garbage bag and
opened it up.  Inside were 19 Speedo swimsuits, the skimpy kind.

"These, you think?" Brett, one of the pledges, asked the rest of us.

"Has to be, unless they want us to go out there naked.  There's nothing
else in here," Tom, another pledge, answered.

From outside, Sean screamed, "Today pledges!  You have two minutes!"

No one was willing to question the Brothers, so we all dropped our bags and
stripped as fast as possible.  Each of us grabbed a suit.  Everyone was
touching each other and leaning on one another.  A few times, I felt some
of the pledge dicks press against my legs and my hands.  We were all
stumbling in this tight room trying to get these things on.

Finally, I noticed that my suit was a 'small'.  "Hey, anyone have a size
bigger than a small," I asked the group.

They were all smalls.  And we weren't fitting in them well at all.  They
were tight as hell, hardly able to keep our packages.  I remember looking
around the room and seeing all these dicks and balls hanging out and each
of the guys trying to stuff them in as much as possible.  This was crazy I
thought to myself, trying to move my balls around so that I was all in the
suit.

"30 seconds!" was screamed from Adam.

I don't know if it was the heat or the proximity of everyone, but I started
to get hard.  Not erect, but a semi and pretty full.  Checking out the rest
of my pledges, most of them were in the same dilemma as me.  There was no
hiding it.

The countdown began from all the Brothers, "10, 9, 8..." It was now or
never.  One last adjustment and we were out the door.  Just as I was
walking out I remembered the Pledge Pins.  Quickly I grabbed for mine and
tried to tell the others, but they were already out.  I got mine off my
shirt, cupped it in my hand, and made it out the door with 3 seconds
remaining.

We had learned previously on occasions like this that when we were lined
up, it was to be in height order, left to right.  We numbered ourselves,
and I was number 13 of 19.  I took my place in line.  Adjusting my suit, I
placed my pledge pin it.  I was still pretty hard, but not exactly erect.
You'd think after the spectacle the night I received my bid that this would
be nothing for me.  But still, I was completely humiliated and embarrassed,
us being exposed to 60 guys in these tight shorts riding up our asses and
our dicks and ball falling out.  The elastic around the leg section was
digging into my skin from being so tight that it hurt.  And I didn't have
the biggest legs of these guys either.  I couldn't imagine the pain that
some of them had to be in.

I must have been bright red, having rather fair skin.  I looked up at the
Bothers.  They were all snickering, but not loudly laughing.  I was so
embarrassed, but not a word was said from the Brothers.  I looked up and
down the line of us.  What a sight.  I couldn't believe that all of us were
standing here, basically naked, next to each other.  Some of the guys were
still fondling themselves, trying to stuff their Peters back in the suit.

I noticed Sean and Adam again, but this time I noticed that they had
paddles in their hands.  I knew what paddles looked like and what they were
used for from all those old pledge movies.  I couldn't believe that we were
going to be paddled.  Was I ready to be hit with a stick in front of all
these guys?  They were smiling, not because this was going to be fun for
us, but fun for them.

"Pledge Stevenson, where is your Pledge Pin?" Sean boomed as he walked up
the line of pledges, not ever looking at Stevenson.  We were set up, they
knew we were going to forget them.

Looking at Craig (Stevenson), I saw his moth drop.  His hands went to his
body out of instinct, but he knew it wasn't there.  "Its on my shirt, in
the closet Pledge Master Sean (as we had to refer to them)," Craig
answered.

Everyone knew they were busted, but no one was aware that I had mine on.  I
suddenly realized that being the only pledge with one on probably wasn't
any better, the 'One' thing echoing in my head.  The question was asked
down the line, all with the same response of being in the closet until it
came my turn.  I was actually going to remove it, but I saw a few of the
Brothers notice that mine was on, and I knew that it was too late.

"Pledge Walsh, where is your Pledge Pin?" Sean yelled.

I had to fess up.  "On my suit, Pledge Master Sean," I answered.  I saw all
my pledge brothers look at me, pissed.  I felt horrible.

Sean continued down the line until we had all answered.  When it was done,
Adam instructed all the pledges to retrieve their pins from the closet, but
for me alone to bring out my matchbook.  Fuck, I was going to get a
demerit.  But what about everyone else?  We scrambled into the closet.  I
felt bad.  I whispered to everyone that I was sorry.  I thought about it
last minute and that I tried to tell them but they were already outside.
They weren't hearing it.

Lined up again, Adam continued, "For not having your Pins, each of you will
receive one wrap of the paddle.  Pledge Walsh, take one step forward."

I took the step forward, preparing myself for what was to come.  Adam
walked up in front of me staring into my eyes.  "Pledge Walsh.  You will
receive one demerit and two wraps of the paddle.  Do you know why?" Adam
asked.

"The Pledge Class is One, Pledge Master Adam," I responded, my voice
cracking, "I should have reminded my fellow pledges, or not worn mine at
all, so that we would all be the same, One."

"Your answer is correct, Pledge Walsh.  If only you would have thought
about that before putting your Pin on.  Your demerits," Adam demanded and
stuck his hand out.

I passed Adam my demerits.  He pulled a match, struck it, it light.  He
burned it in front of my face for a few seconds, blew it out, and tossed it
on the ground.  He passed the book back to me.  I felt so ashamed and
stupid.  I couldn't look up; I focused on the match smoking on the floor.

"On your hands and knees, Pledge Walsh," Adam dictated.  Like a wimp, I got
down on my hands and knees in front of all these guys, my ass ready to be
hit.  I was so humiliated; I was the first to be paddled.  I couldn't
believe that I was succumbing to this.  Ask me two months ago if I thought
I would be here, getting paddled, and I would have told you no fucking way.
But here I was, ready to take it, all to be a part of a group.

I closed my eyes, as I didn't want to watch.  Adam must have been taunting
me because it was a few seconds before I felt the first blow.  "WHACK!" It
stung and hurt like hell.  I've felt nothing like the stinging pain before.
I think I gave a "Hugh" as the paddle hit me.  About two seconds later, I
felt the second paddle "WHACK" again, this one harder than the first and it
hurt much more.  This time, I definitely grunted.  I felt like I was going
to cry, not only from the pain, but the degradation.

I was told to stand.  As I got up, my hands went instantly to my butt.  It
was sore and it hurt.  I thought I felt one of my balls falling out, so I
went to adjust my package.  I noticed that my cock was even harder, poking
up and out of the top of the bathing suit, only adding to my shame. Did I
find this all arousing, I wondered?

Each of the pledges received their one paddle in the same fashion, Adam and
Sean each paddling and working their way towards the middle from opposite
ends.  I pretty much chose not to watch the degradation of my fellow
pledges.  Hearing the smack of the paddle, the grunt of the pledge, and
feeling it myself was enough.

This continued on for over two hours.  Each of us were quizzed on questions
that we had no idea what the answer was, stuff there was no way we would
know at this point.  It was frustrating, having to take the paddle.  The
more answers you got wrong, the more consecutive paddles you received.  At
one point, I got 6 paddles in a row.  It hurt like hell, but I was over the
pain.  I was dealing with it.  The humiliation was the worst part.  Yet
strangely, I was beginning to find this all very erotic. Each strike sent a
rush of blood to my dick and I was becoming fully erect.  After the 6th
hit, I stood up and my dick was rock hard and sticking straight out.  I was
beyond the point of embarrassment.  Though I was glad to see that the rest
of the guys were having the same reaction, all of them just as hard as me.
Here we were, 19 guys, bonin out in front of 60 Brothers, all from being
smacked on the ass with a paddle and humiliated.  I felt like a 'bitch'. I
think I receive 22 hits in total that night.

When the paddles were put away, we weren't done.  It was time for further
humiliation.  The Pledge Masters verbally abused each of us for about 5
minutes.  I won't tell everyone, but here is a couple of examples.  1st on
line is Craig Stevenson.  Craig is on the shorter side, about 5'8".  Not
short, but compared to the Adonis's of this Fraternity, kind of small.
Craig is a sophomore and real cool dude.  He's also a bit on the scrawny
side.  I was sort of shocked at first when he received a bid to pledge, but
I later found out that his older brother was an alum of the Fraternity.
Craig is funny as shit and a firecracker for a small guy.  Real cute, young
looking, like 16, with a cute little ass (again, not thinking it at the
time, but will openly admit it now).  Adam and Sean decided to make fun of
his size, scrawniness and young features.  Calling him shorty, did he hit
puberty yet, does he shave, does he have hair on his balls, how was he
going to get in the fraternity if he was so weak, etc.  Just more shit to
break us all down, ya know?

Anthony Pecerno was 8th in line, about 5'10".  He is a freshman lacrosse
player.  He's an Italian guy, in great shape.  Dark skin, eyes and hair.
Real Mediterranean looking. He had a huge chip on his shoulder.  For lack
of a better term, he's real Machismo, if you know what I mean.  Thinks he
is a real stud with the ladies, the player type.  A seriously good-looking
guy.  I remember at one of the rushes he had a few buttons open on his
shirt, and he had a bunch of hair sticking out from his chest.  This was my
first time seeing him basically naked, and this guy was one hairy mother
fucker.  Real thick black hair all over his legs, chest, arms.  I didn't
see any on his back, thank God.  You could even see the hair on the back of
his legs go up into his shorts and then some more on top on the small of
his back.  I didn't actually see his ass then, but it had to be hairy and
it grossed me out (sorry hairy guys, my choice is smooth, but to each his
own).  I've never seen anyone so hairy.  I admired his body though.  The
guy was totally cut, showing abs and a nice chest.  Just covered in hair.
Anyway, Adam and Sean gave him hell about that, and you could tell it was a
sensitive issue with him.  How could he get laid, was he part animal, did
he blow dry his whole body after a shower, etc.  I almost laughed, but I
caught myself.  There was no was I was getting caught laughing at a pledge
brother.  Like I said, he was real cocky, and the Brothers knew it.  They
worked him pretty hard.  I kind of felt that he really needed it too.  His
Fraternity nickname eventually became Chewie, for Chewbacca.  Now that's a
bad nickname.

The rest of us dealt with small dicks, big noses, love handles, fat asses,
being stupid, queer for having hard ons, that kind of shit. How none of us
were worthy for Brotherhood and that at this rate we would be pledging for
a record 14 weeks.  Their intent was achieved.  They meant to strike us
down, to make us feel like nothing, strip us of our pride.  We felt like
shit.  We were told to get dressed, and we were then dismissed.  We walked
back to the dorms in silence, each of us too shamed to speak.

We got back to the dorms and I went to sleep immediately.  Typically I
sleep on my back, but my butt was too sore, so I had to sleep on my
stomach.  I went to sleep ashamed and thinking I was nothing.

Thanks for reading my continuation.  Hope you enjoyed again.  Please let me
know what you think, even if you wrote regarding the first one.  I'll start
writing section three as soon as I can.  Part three will have many
ejaculations, perhaps some penetration and oral.  See you then!