The first half of freshman year in college was difficult for me. I hadn't paid a great deal of attention to the admissions process and ended up attending a small, conservative liberal arts school. Being the lefty, intellectual smart ass I am, I wasn't terribly popular. During the first semester it was ultimate Frisbee, beer and leaving frat parties early under sneers and threats. There were a couple girls (clumsy petting) and a small circle of similar fringies, but I wasn't happy.
My name is James. I'm a typical Chicago suburban outlook, physically average guy. I didn't turn 18 until November. (early graduator) I was 5'10 170 blnd/blue and average athletically. Still a virgin I was uneasy with girls but had crushes and female friends I wanted badly. It must be admitted I got a bit of a squeeze when I saw other guys naked. I never identified as gay, or even bi, but I jerked off a lot and occasionally pictured guys. I know, how naive, eh? My first roommate moved into a jockier place right away. Maybe he knew I beat off under my blanket or was upset I smoked pot. Either way I had a single room and stayed naked whenever practical. I thought that was the height of naughty.
There was one group of friends I made among the older students. SAE, Somebody, anybody, everybody, the outcast frat took to me just fine. My partier friends and I started hanging out there just after winter break. Grades weren't a problem, which was surprising to many, given how I spent most of my time. Seeking a social niche took most of my time and deliberation. I had no idea who I was or was to be.
When it came time for spring rush the SAE invited the 6-8 of us to formally join. It seemed like the natural progression so I accepted. To tell the truth, I was silently excited about the prospect of a group male bonding experience. Id never been part of a team, at least not after puberty, and wanted the comradely brotherhood. So, when they announced we were all moving into the great room for two weeks I packed up and did exactly as I was told. I even brought laundry stuff. Of course, the other guys didn't take it so literally. A couple of them never showed up at all except for `mandatory pledge sessions' I felt a bit foolish being so obedient but a part of me needed to be.
The first mandatory pledge session' gave me a start. The first thing was our being herder into an oversized walk in and ordered into uniform' Uniform consisted of new, white jockey shorts. Some of the guys hemmed and hawed. Not me. I was stripped quickly, as was my closest friend Alan. Picture a dark haired me, which may be why we got on well. The group as a whole was convinced and we were soon lined up, hands behind our heads reciting personal info and oaths and hearing the rules. As it turned out, it wasn't as aggressive as I, very secretly, hoped. About midnight we all bunked down with even the most resistant grumblers staying over.
The brothers liked having us do push-ups with a slide of the crotch on a ground "kiss and fucks" they called them. There was leap frog and quick quizzes on the frat history (which we were sternly warned to memorize against the day we were interrogated) and all but it was very tame compared to the stories in this section (sorry, just doing the tell) Eventually we were told that it was nearing time to pair off with `pledge brothers', active members who would serve as our mentors. I didn't have a favorite. One had me though.
A week into the pledging there were only a couple of us still staying in the main room, Alan, myself and another guy I've forgotten. It was then a mood change occurred. Arthur, one of the members woke me up and told me to come with him. He was a tall guy, well built, and played lacrosse. The only reason he was SAE was his being a stoner. The jock frats didn't go for that. They swilled Southern Comfort by the gallon but despised stoners. Go figure. Arthur led me, in my shorts to his room and told me to pay attention.
"How are pledges normally dressed?" he asked.
"In uniform", I replied
"That's right. So, aren't you overdressed?" he countered. "And when a member has you one on one it is `In uniform, Sir'. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir" I told you I was a quick learner.
"So strip down", He snapped. Apparently, I'm not so quick a learner as I thought.
My shorts came off and I stood before him in nothing but jockeys. Nearly naked, I thought. Being ordered to virtually expose myself one on one had a different dynamic than in a group. I started to chub up.
"Feet apart! hands behind your head!" I obeyed instantly. "You and I have something to talk about"
"Yes, Sir?"
"I see you came prepared to stay the duration. Did you notice the rest of your crew bugged off home? Yet you are camped in down there. Why is that?" He stood pretty close. Yes, he did.
"Um, I m not sure, Sir, I thought that is the way it goes" Clever, wasn't I.
"That's the way it goes for some boys." He said `boys' and I got an eel in my belly. "I'm a senior, you know, and each year there is one guy who takes it more seriously than the others. A guy who is always first, a guy who always makes sure to do everything right, everything he is told to do. That is you, isn't it pledge?"
"I guess so, Sir. Yes, Sir" Was I a bit dizzy?
"That's right, you are. You're going to choose me as your pledge brother. I'm going to make sure you continue to do things exactly the way you're supposed to. I'm going to make sure you do things exactly as you're told. Got it?" He stood really close.
"Yes, Sir" I gulped and squirmed, feeling really vulnerable, breathing hard. "Good. Now go back to bed." I reached for my shorts.
"Leave them." He grabbed my arm, touching me for the first time and put his eyes to mine "When we are alone together you are to assume that you are to be in uniform. Unless I previously say otherwise when I call you here the first thing you do is strip down. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir" I replied meekly.
"Keep in mind that there may well be times when your behavior causes me to order you to modified uniform. Do you know what modified uniform means?"
"N-No, Sir"
"Modified uniform is the same as regular uniform, pledge, but without the underwear. Now get downstairs."
He spun me, opened the door, slapped my ass, and pushed me into the hall. The entire way down to my nook my hands crossed in front of my crotch, less anyone see my full hard on.
Part 2?