Frat Initiation - Foot pledge
Fictional story by Greg Seota - gregseota@earthlink.net
Part 2 - Friday, September 6th continued
Eric removed his shoes and socks, and pulled a black marker out of his back pocket. Eric summoned another brother to give him a hand. Bert was told to lie down face up on the tarp. Eric stepped onto the tarp, and placed his right foot directly on top of Bert's face. Eric whispered something to the other brother, who then got down on his knees and started drawing on Bert's face. Before he knew what was going on, Bert had the outline of Eric's bare foot drawn on his face...with permanent magic marker! Having "foot pledge' written on your chest is one thing. Bert knew he could go to classes on Monday with a shirt on, which would cover up his chest. How the fuck was he going to walk into class with the outline of a foot on his face? Bert's mind started racing, trying to figure out how to handle this humilation.
"Just in case some of the brothers forget where to stick their feet, they've got a reminder marked on your face." Bert knew to keep his mouth shut. He wished he could just get up and walk away, but now that he was marked, he might as well stay and put up with whatever he had to. "Sleep well pledge" said Eric, as he walked away with his brother. Bert looked up at the clock, it was 10:00pm. He had to stay awake til midnight, but his head was to busy to sleep anyhow. He wondered how many feet he'd have to "clean" over the weeekend. He looked at the front door and wondered how many people were gonna be coming in that door over the weekend, who would see him sitting there in a jock. A few brothers passed by Bert heading out the front door. They mumbled something about a beer run, so Bert knew they'd be back. He looked over his rules to remember what he had to do when they returned.
At about 11:00, the two brothers came back into the house. They had a few bags with them. Eric had studied his rules...he wasn't gonna fuck this up. "May I remove your shoes Sirs?" The two guys looked at him and chuckled.
"Sure pledge, enjoy!" They smirked. Bert untied one guys shoes, then lifted them off his feet. He turned to the next guy, and did the same thing.
"May I remove your socks Sirs?" Bert asked, looking at the floor. The two guys chuckled again and nodded yes. They made a few comments about Bert's face which he tried not to hear. He pulled the white socks off the two guys, and took a deep breath before he asked the next question. "May I clean your feet with my tounge Sirs?"
"Fuck NO!" The one guy said. The other just backed away from him. "That's fuckin sick man". They made a few comments, and Bert handed them their shoes and socks. This might not be as bad as Bert thought. Licking some guys foot isn't any better than having your foot licked. Bert imagined that not many guys in the frat would want his spit all over their feet. Bert sat against the wall until the clock hit midnight. He curled up in a ball and fell asleep. Saturday, September 7th.
Bert woke up at about 5 am. With no blanket, no mattress, drunken frat guys yellin all night, and noises from the street it was very hard to sleep at all. 6am finally rolled around and Bert knew he was back on duty. He could hear orders being shouted at other pledges in the kitchen who were trying to cook breakfast. A little while later a pledge came down the hall toward Bert with a bowl in his hands. As the pledge got closer, he could see "chef grunt" written on the guy's chest. His hair was a total mess, and he had pancake batter all over him. He put the bowl down on the tarp and whispered 'sorry about this man" and walked away quickly. Bert looked in the bowl and saw oatmeal. As he touched the bowl he could feel it was freezing cold. He scooped some up with his fingers and tasted it. It was cold oatmeal indeed, no flavor at all. Bert was hungry, so he got about 4 handfulls down. He couldn't eat another bite, it was so bland. Just as he was putting the bowl to the side, Eric came walking down the stairs.
"Good morning foot pledge" Eric said to Bert.
"Good morning Sir!'. Bert said. Eric just looked at Bert, then looked at the oatmeal, then looked back at Bert, then looked back at the oatmeal.
"You know one of your pledge brothers made that oatmeal just for you. I expect it will be finished...which means a clean bowl. Now get to it!" Bert grabbed the bowl and started picking up more with his hands. He just forced mouthful after mouthful down, until it was gone. He licked the bowl clean and licked his fingers clean. After the brothers had enjoyed their breakfast in the kitchen, Eric came back out to Bert and said "Let's see how well you remember your rules". Eric walked out the front door, then walked right back in. Bert knew that was his cue.
"May I remove your shoes Sir?" Bert said.
"Go right ahead pledge". Bert bent over to untie Eric's shoes and lifted each one off.
"May I remove your socks Sir?"
"I suppose so pledge". Bert pulled off Eric's socks one at a time. Given that Eric was assigned to Bert, he figured that Eric was gonna make him go all the way and lick his feet, so he asked.
"May I clean your feet with my tongue Sir?"
"Be my guest footlicker". Bert swallowed the saliva in his mouth and took Eric's right foot in his hands. He slid his tongue up and down Eric's sole, heel and top of the foot. He then took each one of his toes in his mouth. Bert just closed his eyes and pretended he was someplace else. He picked up Eric's left foot and did the same procedure.
Bert thought he'd get a few brownie points by saying. "Thank you for allowing me to clean your feet Sir". Eric didn't say anything, but he motioned for his socks and shoes. Bert handed them to him and Eric walked away. Bert figured he must have done it right, or Eric would have made a point to yell at him.
At about 11am, most of the other pledges were being lined up near the front door. As one of the other Pledge Masters gathered them up, Bert heard them get their instructions. "We're going for a little run pledges. 3 miles to be exact. You're all expected to keep on pace, and we'll make sure you do with these collars that are roped together.". They each got a collar around their neck, which was attached to the guy on either side of him. They were shirtless and in shorts. "Let's GO maggots!" yelled the Pledge Master, and they ran out the door with the PM behind them. Bert was kinda glad he got the job he did. Sitting chained next to the front door in a jockstrap was pretty humiliating, but at least it was in a controlled environment. Bert felt sorry for his fellow pledges who were being paraded all over campus tied up to each other.
About 45 minutes later, Bert could hear the pledges being gathered outside the front door. One of the Pledge Masters shouted "ok pussys...you've got your instructions on how to enter the house, now one at a time let's go!". With that the front door opened and one of the pledges walked in. The guy was out of breath, and still had the collar around his neck, although there was no rope to tie him to the other pledges. Bert knew he had to do his routine for anyone who walked in the door, so he moved into position to start asking his questions. Before he even got started though, he realized that the pledge in front of him was wearing no socks under his tennis shoes, and he had just been out jogging for three miles. This was gonna be really nasty he thought...but he slipped into his 'footpledge' mode and asked..."May I remove your shoes?"
To Be continued