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Frat Initiation
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FRAT INITIATION
This was given to me by a tickle friend. Hope you
enjoy and let me know how you like it. Most of what is in the
story actually happened, and has been repeated by us when we
played.
Eight years ago, I was a senior at a midwestern college.
The frat I belonged to was initiating five pledges to join the
eighteen brothers. The initiation began with the pledges
stripping for our inspection. Then each was shaved clean of all
hair from the neck down. Groins, chest, legs, armpits and arms
were all bared. What happens next is what really turned me on.
Four of the pledges were herded into a room on the second
floor leaving behind a guy named Bob. Bob was huge for an
eighteen year old. He stood six-four and weighed two hundred and
forty pounds of solid muscle. The pledgemaster had a special
initiation for Bob since the traditional paddling would have
little effect on him.
There was a long, heavy oak table in the main room of the
house and the pledgemaster to Bob to lie face up on it. Wide
leather belts were strapped at Bob's ankles and wrists to hold
him securely to the table. despite his humiliating position, he
seemed sure of his toughness. That soon changed.
The pledgemaster brought out four long, soft, feathers. He
gave one each to two other brothers, one to me and kept one for
himself. When Bob, tied and unable to move, saw the feathers, a
little bit of the arrogance left his eyes. The rest of the
brothers settled themselves around the room to watch the
spectacle.
As we had planned, the pledgemaster stood by Bob's left, I
stood by his right foot and the other two hazers stood at the
sides of the table. The pledgemaster explained that what went on
in the frat was private business and we were going to test him to
see if he could keep his mouth shut.
The four of us used our feathers to tickle Bob. At his
feet, the pledgemaster and I ran the soft feathers along Bob's
soles, while the other brothers tickled him along his ribs and
into his armpits. For a few seconds, our helpless victim was
able to bite his lips and keep silent, but before a minute had
passed, giggles were pouring out of him. Soon he was heaving
with uncontrollable laughter. We relentlessly stroked his body
with the feathers, running them between his toes. Bob was
howling and trying to twist away from the torture, but the belts
held him. There was not a thing he could do but take it. Before
long, he had forgotten about the order to say nothing, and was
begging us to quit.
We wouldn't. We started dragging the quill end of the
feathers over his feet, which seemed to tickle him even worse.
The other two tormentors worked on the sensitive skin of his
belly and neck.
We had been going over Bob for about twenty minutes and our
victim was in a bad state. His skin shone with sweat and tears
were running down the sides of his face. He could barely catch
his breath, but we didn't let up. Suddenly Bob gave a shout and
an arc of piss shot out from the tip of his cock. We were all
stunned for a second and stopped tickling him. As soon as we
stopped, he regained control of himself and stopped pissing.
Well, now we really went after him - purposely tickling him to
force him to drain his bladder.
When Bob was empty, we freed our poor, naked victim. He was
beet-red with shame and stimulation, dripping with sweat and his
own piss. His knees almost buckled when he stood and we had to
help him to a chair.
As for me, I was more turned on than I had ever been before.
For some reason, this scene had really hit a nerve and I would
have loved to give the other pledges a dose of the same
treatment. Sadly, other plans had been made.
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