By: Stu Walker
We'd selected our pledges at the frat. After interviewing over fifty applicants we'd all narrowed the field down to five choices, the cream of the crop. The requirements to join our frat were pretty specific, and potential applicants were only told of certain requirements once they had been chosen as pledges. Our frat was the frat that every guy wanted to join, and even after they were told what they would have to entail and given the opportunity to withdraw, no guy, most of them straight, ever chose to withdraw. They knew what they would have to do and were willing to do it, just to be a member of the top fraternity on campus.
All the officers were down in the basement of our house, getting ready for the final test. There were Rudy, Ben, Al, Pete and myself. We were all buck naked except for black leather masks and cock straps cinched around our equipment, tight enough to highlight four rods that collectively measured over four feet of lean, mean, horny manhood.
"Send 'em in!" Rudy signaled one of the frat brothers who was in charge of the equipment we'd need.
He opened the doors and our five pledges walked in, hands bound behind their backs, studded dog collars around their necks. They were all naked, their bodies oiled and gleaming in the dim light of the meeting room.