Hazing a thing of the past? I think not!
I am 53 years old and a college grad. I am also an alumni of a frat (some of the best times of my life and still have many close knit frat brothers to this very day).
One evening I was watching television with a frat buddy when we got to discussing how it distroyed the comraderie and brotherhood of the frats when hazing was outlawed. The new pledges would never know the advantages of the closeness that would last a lifetime.
"It's just too bad that today's pledges will never know the lifelong bonds that are formed during the hazing," I sid.
"My son is going to join our old frat, but it isn't the same without the hazing," Dan said.
"You mean you would want him to go through all the humiliation and embarassment like we did<" I asked
"Sure," he said. "It didn't kill us and look at how close our families have been since then>"
That got me to thinking. "If there was only some way to get around the national chapter rules for the hazing," I thought.
The next month I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to get it done.
"Bingo<" I said one day to no one in particular. I know exactly how to do it.
I called Dan that night and explained my idea to him.
"That might work<" he said enthusiastically. "I knoe the current frat pres and I'll pitch the idea to him to see what he thinks. I already know he doesn't like the idea of not hazing."
A few nights later Dan called. "I set up a meeting between the frat officers and us," he said. "Is Saturday at 2 ok?"
"Fine with me," I said. "Where?"
"Your house in the rec room," he answered.
I could hardly wait until Satuerday. Would they like and accept the idea or not?
By the time 2 o'clock rolled around, there were 6 of us sitting there.
"My friend has an idea about hazing he wants to talk tro you about," Dan said.
"Isn't hazing illegal," one of the boys asked.
"Not if it is entirely voluntary and none of you do the hazing," I said.
there were four faces looking at me questioningly.
"Suppose the pledges were delivered to me here in my rec room for initiation. Dan and I would be the so called pledgemasters which would exclude all of you," I said
"What if they don't want to participate," on of the boys asked.
"Fine," I said. We will not make them go through anything they don't want to."
"Then, waht's the good of the hazing," the frat pres asked.
"Those who don't go through the initiation will simply be ignored by all the actives and pledges. They can still become frat members but will be very uncomfortable," I explained.
"You mean shunned like I saw on a tv show," asked another.
"Exactly," I said.
A quick vote decided my plan was a good idea. The rest of the meeting was spent talking about what should happen to the pledges and that none of the actives would be able to attend due tothe national chapter rules against hazing.
A month later, six of eight new pledges were to go through the initiation. They were scheduled to arrive on a late Friday afternoon and would be picked up on Sunday evening. It was understood that they would do absolutely everything they were told to do no matter what and that they would return the following weekend to finish.
The fateful Friday afternoon arrived and the doorbell rang.
I went to the door and found six willing pledges standing there wearing only what they had been allowed to dress in which was nylon jogging shorts, support cut out, and takk tops. Each had an index card in his teethwhich had his name, age, and any ifo relation to medical history which should be known. They also had a plastic sandwich bag which held a folded slip of paper.
I allowed each to enter and one by one I opened the bags. The paper was a consent form that they were willingly and eagerly wanting to join in the special games. Each had been signed and dated.
I showed the way to a small storage room and had them wait in there until they were called for. "No talkig" I warned.
A few minutes later, Dan arrived. I could tell by the tenting in the front of his pants that he was excited.
"Is your son in this group," I asked.
"No. He'll be in the next group but you will have to do all of his hazing," he said.
I went to the storeroom door and called out the first pledge.
Pledge #1 was attending college on a baseball scholorship so was thin with a nice build. I took the card out of his mouth and read it. Nothing extraordinary. Eighteen with no medical history to speak of.
"You have chosen to play the special games of your own free will," I asked.
"Yes, sir," was the reply.
"Do you realize there will be pain and a lot of humiliation, oincluding things you probably have never considered," I asked.
"Yes, sir," he said.
"Now is the time if you want to back out," I cautioned.
"No, sir," he said.
"Take off your tank top and put your hands behind your back." I ordered.
Once in position, I began to lightly pinch his nipples, gradually putting more and more pressure on until he began to squirm a little.
I stopped and stepped back.
"Now the shorts," I said.
Withoput hesitation, he dropped the shorts and stepped out of them.
I notice his dick was half hard.
"Play withit," I said.
The pledge reached down and began stroking his member until it was rging hard.
"Hands behing your back." I barked.
I stepped forward and gently rolled his balls in my fingers.
As I added more pressure, he began shifting from foot to foot.
"Your balls are too hairy and there is hair around your dick. What do you think should be done," I asked.
Pledge #1 glanced at me. "Shave them completely, sir." was his answer.
Dan got out a small beard and moustache trimmer and began to clip the hair. Next he took a disposable razor and dry shaved the stubble.
When Dan had finished, the whole area was completely shorn and very smooth.
"You are to shave it every day," I ordered.
"Yes, sir," he rreplied.
I gave his balls a few more squeezes then sent him to stand, nose against the wall while I called out pledge #2.