A Window To A Greek World

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A Window to Our Greek World
by Hector’s Pup

The University, Greek houses and individual names are omitted or
changed so nobody gets in trouble. Hell week initiation night hazing
has been kept under wraps until now and it is not my intention to blow
it or write an expose’. If I can keep the identity of it and myself
completely confidential, I figure that others might like to share in
the excitement,

What the pledges don’t know at both our fraternity and the sorority is
that the hazing is a cooperative process. What I mean by that is,
the sisters participate in the hazing of our pledges and we
participate in theirs. When I was a pledge, it was a little different
than for these new schmos. For example, hazing now is strictly
prohibited at our university. My writing this could get me drummed
out of the fraternity for ever. The special relationship we have with
this particular sorority is not what you would find at most schools.

Hell week is humiliating enough for a pledge to our House. Like being
blindfolded, driven a mile away, and released in nothing but briefs
and having to get back to the house on foot. The last one back
suffers consequences. Or, during the week, being sacked, tied, and
taken to a deserted building. There they are tickled, stripped and
made to masturbate in front of a room full of coeds while blindfolded.
Being out numbered and threats to their balls keep them toeing the
line. They can be made to cum once or twice, then the room empties,
he is left to get untied, dressed and come back home. A Polaroid gets
hung on a secret hall of fame at the sorority house.

Initiation night is a tension packed ordeal for those that decide to
go through with it. We have a reputation for the best parties and the
sorority is filled with babes. Pledges will put up with pretty much
grief to get in, as it turns out. So, the night begins with testing
and paddling, to get their rears in gear. Blindfolds add to the
anxiety. Chugging drinks get them over some of the panic. Things
heat up with the singing of the fraternity fight song. The pledges
stand with their ankles taped to the guy next to them and wrists taped
where hands support them leaning forward on a couple of long tables
facing the audience. They assume the audience is made up of their
future brothers, but the sorority has been let in during the shouting
and paddling. So in this bent forward position, bound to the pledge
next to them naked from the waist down and with a too small tee-shirt
on top, they await their instructions to sing the song.

In my day, we were each given a tone we had to make when prompted that
in sequence would make the tune. It got to be too complicated so now
the pledges get prompted down the line and have to blurt out the next
word to the song every time they are tapped on their balls with a
wooden spoon from either behind or from underneath. For kicks,
Jennie, "Mistress of the Spoon", taps a pledge more than once in a
row, or any of them at random, just to keep them honest. It goes
harder for a guy if he misses the word, doesn’t react instantaneously
when tapped, or sings with too little gusto. This becomes a dilemma
for him because she stays with him until he gets it right. He gets
consecutive and increasingly harder raps on his sensitive parts,
making it more and more difficult for him to sing the appropriate word
instantly with gusto.

The several verses and choruses end with the pledges singing in tears,
but not from any sentimentality mind you. By now, if they were
attentive, they would be in a new panic because they would have been
able to make out female voices laughing and giggling at the butchered
version of the song. For anyone dense enough not to realize it, after
the "Laying on of the Salve" is announced, they would feel the
feminine hands of some sisters applying mineral or vegetable oil to
the swelling gonads and erections they are or will be sporting.

For a challenge, the recruits are instructed not to cum or they will
suffer public indignities. The "gonad maidens" compete to make their
stud cum first to win a ride on the "tongue train" in total anonymity.
The room is filled with tension, anticipation, and competition so
thick, you can cut it with a knife. The pledges rise on tiptoes, arch
their backs, contort their faces, breath in uncontrollable fits and
spurts, and the cheers go up for favorites. Loathe be the guy who
cums first for he will be serving in the altogether for everyone at
the party following. The comments, groping, and teasing is usually
merciless.

To the winner goes the spoils. The pledges are blindfolded and led to
a room where the winning gonad maiden awaits bareassed, legs apart, at
the edge of a bed. Each pledge muff dives with hands tied behind his
back until he brings her off, at which time the next one dives in.
Her reward is a string of orgasms she will likely never be able to
duplicate in this lifetime.

The fraternity, of course is included in the hazing of the sorority as
well. During the week, the pledges are required to wear short skirts,
about the length of cheerleading uniforms, with no underwear or
pantyhose, and on top they are to go braless with tee-shirts. If they
wear a sweater, it has to be the button-down type and only the bottom
button can be buttoned. Knowing this, our group gives them a lot of
individual attention, making them late for class so they will have to
run, come in with all of the eyes of the classmates and teacher upon
them, or we "accidentally" bump into them so they have to pick up
items from the ground while maintaining some semblance of composure.
The ones that catch on and carry backpacks, have their breasts on
greater display and get "accidentally" brushed up against, skirts
flipped, or cold liquids spilled upon.

Initiation is our favorite. The girls have their own rituals that
also include bottom warming and trivial fact testing. But the piece
de resistance is the courage, poise and composure testing. For this
the pledges are in their basement rec. hall blindfolded, and
instructed to state their name, remove their clothing for measurements
and dance as sexy as they can for the audience they think is their
sorority sisters. It is imperative, although very difficult, for us
to remain silent at this point but we steel ourselves to the task. As
the pledges begin to unbutton and remove clothing, the music starts.
Some just do it mechanically, others begin bumping and grinding from
the start.

It is hands on top of their heads time and legs apart when the
measuring begins. More things than you would imagine are measured.
The chest, waist, and hips, of course, but the circumference of their
breasts, the distance between nipples at parade rest, the diameter of
their aureoles, the length of their pussy gash, and so on, are all
called out and the girls say "Oooooo" and "Ahhhhhhh" in response.

When the music begins again, they are required to put on their sexiest
dance solo until told to stop. The sexiest performance, judged by
applause, becomes a member on the spot. The others continue their
ordeal for the rest of the evening. The incentive is great to get
this over with quickly, because there is no telling what else may lay
in store for them. Some of us guys stand quietly to the side and hold
feather boas up across their breasts, between their legs, and other
areas of skin while they dance. If they aren’t moving that area at a
particular time, we saw the feathers back and forth or up and down.
At other times we use a fur stole, feather dusters, or other similarly
stimulating items. This produces amazing results, including orgasm,
fainting, and the most unusual movements a body can do to either avoid
or increase the sensations. At the end of the solo performance, she
stands off to the side while the next one performs. At the end, they
are all lined up in front again and the "mistress of ceremonies" walks
behind each one with her hand hovering over each one’s head to illicit
applause for the best performance. This is when we get to vote with
our hands and voices. Then the girls realize that we have been there
all along. Their sisters bat their hands away from attempts at
modesty as they pad in place on the balls of their feet, squeeze their
legs together as they bend slightly forward, or try to turn around
altogether, only to be repositioned to the front. There is usually a
run off at the end between three or four pledges and the winner gets
to remove her blindfold, go get dressed, and immediately become a full
fledged member of the sorority. The others must serve in nothing more
than an apron for the party that evening, before they are let in.

It has been our experience that this hazing process produces the most
fun, uninhibited members for those party years of college. Our
parties are a blast, but more about that another time if there is
interest.