"Shut the _f_u_c_k_ up, man." As soon as it came out of my mouth I instantly felt sick.
"WHAT did you say?" asked Aaron, my fraternity President.
"Uhm, look, Aaron, I'm real sorry. It just kinda slipped out," I tried to explain. I was a pledge. He was not only a brother, but chapter President. Guys had actually gotten booted for this sort of thing. I could tell by the look of horror on my big brothers face that I had _f_u_c_k_ed up in a MAJOR way. I knew Aaron was only teasing me, and my first reaction just happened without thought. Suddenly all of the pledges and brothers who were in the room fell silent.
"Get out of my sight you piece of _s_h_i_t_, I'll deal with you later. Now, get all the grunts upstairs for study time," he said, glaring a hole in my head with his eyes.
Although my pledge brothers, even the ones who were not there at the time, knew of my potentially fatal error, nobody said anything about it as we poured into the attic "pledge room" where we studied, slept, etc. Nobody even really looked at me until I heard "Jeremy, get your ass down here, NOW!"
My big brother's voice blasted up into the attic. I knew he was pissed at me too. i struggled to jump into my jeans as I stumbled for the stairs. As all of my pledge brothers stared at me as I exited, I felt the warm exposed skin on my upper body turn cold. Flying down the stairs, I landed at my big brothers feet just as I buttoned the last button on my fly.
"Aaron wants to see you. _f_u_c_k_in moron," he said with a slap to the back of my head. "I have no idea what he's going to do, Jeremy. You broke rules number 1 and 2 with this one...."
I couldn't even respond. He lead me down two hallways and knocked at Aaron's door.
"Come in," he said. Zach, you can leave us, I'll take care of this alone. And with that, my big brother gave me a final glance, almost to say "good luck, man" and left, shutting the door behind him.
"Jeremy, this really kills me. You are not only President of your pledge class, but seriously, one of my favorite guys here. You're like one of my friends. But, what you did is totally unacceptable. Not only did you backtalk me, not only did you tell me to 'shut the _f_u_c_k_ up,' but you did it in front of both brothers and other pledges. Its a huge offense, but it also shows your lack of respect for me and my position. Do you understand what I'm saying here?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," I said, as I stared at my feet.
"There are not one but three reasons why you should be thrown out of here. I can't do it though. I still think you are way too valuable as a future brother and a friend. However, you may not at all like what I have to do to you. It has to be done, though. I hope you can understand that. Are you ready to take responsibility for what you have done?" he asked.
"Uhm, yes, sir," I managed to get out, "but, uhm, Aaron?"
"Shut up, Jeremy. There are no questions about this. Now, take off your jeans and boxers and get on the bed, on your back."
Without hesitation or even thought, I took off my jeans, my joe boxers, and got on the bed, face down. Already I had began to shake in fear of what might happen. I had never seen Aaron so mad or so solemn before. I knew that if he didn't boot me out, the consequences of what I did would have to be pretty bad. WHAM, and suddenly I felt a searing pain across my ass.
"Jeremy, I said lay on your back. Now roll over! You better listen when I talk to you. This isn't a punishment. You just need to learn that what you did was a MAJOR offense, and you have to learn respect for me, as a brother, and as President of the chapter. I have to make sure that you learn that."
Once rolled over, Aaron pulled my knees apart, and put my feet together. I was thinking that I felt like a chicken being prepared for stuffing, when he tied a rope tightly around one of my knees, threw the other end under the bed to the other side, and pulled it taut before tying my other knee, so that they were stretched open. With another piece of rope, he tied each of my hands above my head to the feet of the bed underneath. Just as I was becoming totally confused (and even more worried) he came at me with some kind of thick sack. He put it over my balls, and tied it tightly at the top. It was real heavy, and felt like it was full of lead.
Now I was really concerned. What the hell kind of position was this? What could he possibly do to me like this? I watched him flip his shirt off over his head, revealing a good sized chest and set of biceps which I had seen when we worked out together. His smooth chest and abs accented powerful definition. He walked over to his closet, and took out what looked like something out of a circus. It had a handle, with three leather straps coming from the end. Before I could begin to wonder what it was....
CRACK "OOOOOOOWWWWW" I screamed as it landed on the inside of my left leg. Before the pain could register fully, CRACK - it landed on the inside of my right leg. I let out another scream as I felt the blood rush to my head and to the inside of my legs, with felt like they were on fire.
I saw his muscles fex as he raised his powerful arm another time, and almost as in slow motion, slammed it down again on the tender skin of my left leg, and again on the right. It was like a methodical beat, as the leather bit into the most tender places on my skin from either side of my balls and _c_o_c_k_ all the way to my knees, over and over, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM.
I never in my life felt such searing pain, and as I screamed over and over again until it just became one prolonged wail. It occured to me later, that the heavy sack tied over my balls was to prevent permanent damage, as the force on my legs produced weals and tiny spots where blood was about to seep out. My own musceles flexed helplessly against my binds as my body heaved in an effort to get away, but it didnt work. My voice finally became horse. As much sweat drenched my blood filled head as was pouring off Aarons torso and down his arms.
Finally, after about 15 minutes of continuous torture, it stopped. I don't think any more blows could have made it hurt any worse. Aaron sat back against his desk as we I tried to catch my breath. "I'm sorry Jer. I had to make you understand the seriousness of what you did. Now I have to make you understand my position, and yours, as a pledge," is all he said. Amid the fire that was still burning out of control on my legs, I thought to myself "God, no; please don't let him do this any more."
I looked at him weakly, but saw that he had dropped the hell-device on his desk. Oddly, I thought at the time, he also dropped his pants. Wearing no underwear, his _c_o_c_k_ flipped out of his jeans, which he started to massage. Now, we were a regular, preppy, jock-oriented frat. Definately not into gay stuff. We were all, to my knowledge then and now, perfectly straight. Not that we didn't pull on it once in a while, or a brother didn't make a pledge pull on it for him, but it was more a show of power, then _s_e_x_ually oreinted acts.
When Aaron was pretty hard, he walked around out of my range of vision. Suddenly, he kneeled on the bed above me, opened my mouth with his hand, and crammed all 7" down my throat. "HOLY _s_h_i_t_! What the hell is happening to me?? He's got his _f_u_c_k_in _d_i_c_k_ in my mouth!" I thought.
I choked and struggled, but he landed a hard slap on top of the burning weals on my right leg. "Cut the _s_h_i_t_, and take it, pledge. I'm gonna _f_u_c_k_in force you to learn who has the power in this house," he said in a voice I've never heard before.
He just kept rocking it in and out of my mouth, down my throat for what seemed like an eternity. Considering that I could not take any more of a beating, and my fear of being thrown out, not to mention my complete inability to move, I didn't struggle, but just layed there feeling sick. Finally, I felt his _c_o_c_k_ get bigger. Now, having jerked off, and had _s_e_x_ with various girlfriends, I knew this usually meant that a load was on the way. I shut my eyes, and waited for the impending horror. Just then he pulled it out of my mouth, and jerked off, as his hot cum splattered over me from my chest to my waist. He got off the bed, and walked back toward the desk, looking down at my own _c_o_c_k_, which had, for some reason, become half hard. He stopped, looked at the desk, grapped the whip again, and WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK, landed five quick ones across my _d_i_c_k_. "AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH," I screamed again, as I thought my head would explode.
He tossed the whip down, and quickly untied both the ropes and the heavy lead-sack off my balls. I just layed there, partly in shock, and partly in excruciating pain, as he gently wiped his cum off my body with a bath towel.
"Jeremy, you don't know how sorry I am for what just happened. I know that sounds sick, but I'm totally serious. I couldn't throw you out of here, but I had to make sure that you would never forget the consequences of what you did, and I had to make sure that you understood that so long as you're still a pledge, I am still, as far as you're concerned, 'master' around here. This was the only way I knew how to accomplish that...."
I don't know how, but I understood what he said. I had worked for months, and dedicated a lot of time and energy into this house. I would have done anything to avoid being thrown out. I knew what I did was really bad, and was totally my own fault for forgettin where I was, who I was with, and what my responsibilities were.
"You'll be alright man, theres no blood or anything, but you'll be walking pretty carefully for a while, and definately won't be jerkin' off. And I'm sorry about makin you take my _c_o_c_k_, but I wasn't sure how else to make you understand our places here... that was the clearest way, I figured. I hope you don't hate me for it. You're still and my favorite plege, and I still can't wait until you're my brother. Tell you what. After your initiation, you can do whatever you want to me, inflict me with anything, okay?"
My voice was still pretty nonexistant, but I managed a faint smile, offered my hand, and said in a whisper "Don't worry about it, Aaron. I understand."
I knew he felt really bad about what he did, especially the last part, but I also knew he really wanted me as a brother in our fraternity, and didn't want to have to toss me out. I VERY slowly pulled my jeans up over my welted legs, and went upstairs to bed.
I didn't make another mistake like that again. I made a few, but none that serious, before being initiated with the rest of my class 2 months later. Aaron became one of my best friends and closest brothers. We talked about that night a few times, but never had any regrets or hard feelings. I _f_u_c_k_ed up, and I had learned my lesson.