Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 10:49:11 -0600
From: gseota@earthlink.net
Subject: Frat Initiation Foot Pledge - Part 2

Frat Initiation - Foot pledge

Fictional story by Greg Seota - gregseota@earthlink.net

Part 2 - Friday, September 6th continued

Eric removed his shoes and socks, and pulled a black marker out of his back
pocket.  Eric summoned another brother to give him a hand.  Bert was told
to lie down face up on the tarp.  Eric stepped onto the tarp, and placed
his right foot directly on top of Bert's face.  Eric whispered something to
the other brother, who then got down on his knees and started drawing on
Bert's face.  Before he knew what was going on, Bert had the outline of
Eric's bare foot drawn on his face...with permanent magic marker!  Having
"foot pledge' written on your chest is one thing.  Bert knew he could go to
classes on Monday with a shirt on, which would cover up his chest.  How the
fuck was he going to walk into class with the outline of a foot on his
face?  Bert's mind started racing, trying to figure out how to handle this
humilation.

"Just in case some of the brothers forget where to stick their feet,
they've got a reminder marked on your face."  Bert knew to keep his mouth
shut.  He wished he could just get up and walk away, but now that he was
marked, he might as well stay and put up with whatever he had to.  "Sleep
well pledge" said Eric, as he walked away with his brother.  Bert looked up
at the clock, it was 10:00pm.  He had to stay awake til midnight, but his
head was to busy to sleep anyhow.  He wondered how many feet he'd have to
"clean" over the weeekend.  He looked at the front door and wondered how
many people were gonna be coming in that door over the weekend, who would
see him sitting there in a jock.  A few brothers passed by Bert heading out
the front door.  They mumbled something about a beer run, so Bert knew
they'd be back.  He looked over his rules to remember what he had to do
when they returned.

At about 11:00, the two brothers came back into the house.  They had a few
bags with them.  Eric had studied his rules...he wasn't gonna fuck this up.
"May I remove your shoes Sirs?"  The two guys looked at him and chuckled.

"Sure pledge, enjoy!"  They smirked.  Bert untied one guys shoes, then
lifted them off his feet.  He turned to the next guy, and did the same
thing.

"May I remove your socks Sirs?"  Bert asked, looking at the floor.  The two
guys chuckled again and nodded yes.  They made a few comments about Bert's
face which he tried not to hear.  He pulled the white socks off the two
guys, and took a deep breath before he asked the next question.  "May I
clean your feet with my tounge Sirs?"

"Fuck NO!"  The one guy said.  The other just backed away from him.
"That's fuckin sick man".  They made a few comments, and Bert handed them
their shoes and socks.  This might not be as bad as Bert thought.  Licking
some guys foot isn't any better than having your foot licked.  Bert
imagined that not many guys in the frat would want his spit all over their
feet.  Bert sat against the wall until the clock hit midnight.  He curled
up in a ball and fell asleep.  Saturday, September 7th.

Bert woke up at about 5 am.  With no blanket, no mattress, drunken frat
guys yellin all night, and noises from the street it was very hard to sleep
at all.  6am finally rolled around and Bert knew he was back on duty.  He
could hear orders being shouted at other pledges in the kitchen who were
trying to cook breakfast.  A little while later a pledge came down the hall
toward Bert with a bowl in his hands.  As the pledge got closer, he could
see "chef grunt" written on the guy's chest.  His hair was a total mess,
and he had pancake batter all over him.  He put the bowl down on the tarp
and whispered 'sorry about this man" and walked away quickly.  Bert looked
in the bowl and saw oatmeal.  As he touched the bowl he could feel it was
freezing cold.  He scooped some up with his fingers and tasted it.  It was
cold oatmeal indeed, no flavor at all.  Bert was hungry, so he got about 4
handfulls down.  He couldn't eat another bite, it was so bland.  Just as he
was putting the bowl to the side, Eric came walking down the stairs.

"Good morning foot pledge" Eric said to Bert.

"Good morning Sir!'.  Bert said.  Eric just looked at Bert, then looked at
the oatmeal, then looked back at Bert, then looked back at the oatmeal.

"You know one of your pledge brothers made that oatmeal just for you.  I
expect it will be finished...which means a clean bowl.  Now get to it!"
Bert grabbed the bowl and started picking up more with his hands.  He just
forced mouthful after mouthful down, until it was gone.  He licked the bowl
clean and licked his fingers clean.  After the brothers had enjoyed their
breakfast in the kitchen, Eric came back out to Bert and said "Let's see
how well you remember your rules".  Eric walked out the front door, then
walked right back in.  Bert knew that was his cue.

"May I remove your shoes Sir?"  Bert said.

"Go right ahead pledge".  Bert bent over to untie Eric's shoes and lifted
each one off.

"May I remove your socks Sir?"

"I suppose so pledge".  Bert pulled off Eric's socks one at a time.  Given
that Eric was assigned to Bert, he figured that Eric was gonna make him go
all the way and lick his feet, so he asked.

"May I clean your feet with my tongue Sir?"

"Be my guest footlicker".  Bert swallowed the saliva in his mouth and took
Eric's right foot in his hands.  He slid his tongue up and down Eric's
sole, heel and top of the foot.  He then took each one of his toes in his
mouth.  Bert just closed his eyes and pretended he was someplace else.  He
picked up Eric's left foot and did the same procedure.

Bert thought he'd get a few brownie points by saying.  "Thank you for
allowing me to clean your feet Sir".  Eric didn't say anything, but he
motioned for his socks and shoes.  Bert handed them to him and Eric walked
away.  Bert figured he must have done it right, or Eric would have made a
point to yell at him.

At about 11am, most of the other pledges were being lined up near the front
door.  As one of the other Pledge Masters gathered them up, Bert heard them
get their instructions.  "We're going for a little run pledges.  3 miles to
be exact.  You're all expected to keep on pace, and we'll make sure you do
with these collars that are roped together.".  They each got a collar
around their neck, which was attached to the guy on either side of him.
They were shirtless and in shorts.  "Let's GO maggots!" yelled the Pledge
Master, and they ran out the door with the PM behind them.  Bert was kinda
glad he got the job he did.  Sitting chained next to the front door in a
jockstrap was pretty humiliating, but at least it was in a controlled
environment.  Bert felt sorry for his fellow pledges who were being paraded
all over campus tied up to each other.

About 45 minutes later, Bert could hear the pledges being gathered outside
the front door.  One of the Pledge Masters shouted "ok pussys...you've got
your instructions on how to enter the house, now one at a time let's go!".
With that the front door opened and one of the pledges walked in.  The guy
was out of breath, and still had the collar around his neck, although there
was no rope to tie him to the other pledges.  Bert knew he had to do his
routine for anyone who walked in the door, so he moved into position to
start asking his questions.  Before he even got started though, he realized
that the pledge in front of him was wearing no socks under his tennis
shoes, and he had just been out jogging for three miles.  This was gonna be
really nasty he thought...but he slipped into his 'footpledge' mode and
asked..."May I remove your shoes?"

To Be continued