A Weird Kind of Hazing
by PyroEdmus

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"Do you really want to do this?" Chris asked.

"Absolutely. I just want to belong with the cool guys, you know, just to get me through college," Blaine replied with much resolve.

"I've heard some weird stuff about this frat, Blaine. Maybe half of them's true, 'coz every neophyte who tries to blab end up in the hospital. I'm really not so sure if I'm with you," Chris said, warning Blaine of the many weird things that happen to neophytes who do not survive the hazing. Some just run away when talked to, some drop out of college, and all that.

"But dude, it's the most powerful frat in this university! You know what, I'll just go on without you dude. Enjoy the rest of your college life in Loserville," taunted Blaine. Chris just turned his back and walked away.

The whole pledge process went fine, doing the usual stuff like running around campus naked, doing the homework of upperclassmen, cleaning up the frat house, and all that. It sure did not help Blaine keep up with his good looks, wavy black hair, blue eyes, and a swimmer's body. Then came the moment of truth. All the neophytes were brought to a warehouse out of town blindfolded. When they arrived, the brotherhood removed their blindfolds. Blaine saw twelve racks, one for each pledge, and some weird-looking contraptions.

"Alright gentlemen, after tonight, when you survive of course, you would become a full-fledged member of our organization. You will only become our brother if you could survive this trial of the will, your strength, and perseverance!" barked Drew, an upperclassman brother. "Take off your clothes! All of them!" They took their clothes off, even their underwear. Blaine's six-inch cock was now exposed.

Blaine had an odd feeling that this would not be good. He had no idea.

"Tie 'em up guys!"

All of them were strapped on to the rack.

"I hope you're not ticklish," Drew said slyly.

"What the--!" Blaine exclaimed, but before he even finished, his captors got hold of his armpits and size 12 feet.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOHOHOHOOOOO! NOT MY FEET!" Blaine screamed. He might be the most ticklish man in that warehouse. Everyone else were laughing and cursing. The upperclassmen just went on tickling Blaine's feet and pits. One of them got hold of an electric toothbrush and tickled in-between the toes.

"FUUUUUUUCKKK NOOOOOOOOOO! NOT MY TOOHOHOHOEEEESS! NOT MY TOES! PLEASE STAAAHAHAHAAAAP! HAHAHAHA!" Blaine just couldn't take it. His muscles tensed with his struggling, but his straps were too tight.

"Look bro, he's enjoying it!" Ashton said, looking at Blaine's hard-on.

"Let's tickle his dick and craphole!" Paul exclaimed gleefully. He reached for a feather and did it.

"OOOOHOHOHOOOOOO STOOOOP! STOOOP IT! I QUIIIIIT!" Blaine pleaded.
"Dude, the thing is, you CAN'T quit," said a familiar voice. "You got in too deep now to quit, and we won't just let you go. The brotherhood needs you Blaine, and we're just getting started."

It was Chris.

"What?! HAHAHA! Why didn't you---? MMMPPPHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA!" Blaine struggled to say it, but his tormentors were busy tickling his feet, dick, and asshole.

"Why didn't I tell you that I was really an upperclassman goading you to join us Alphas? Well, I was just using a tactic called reverse psychology. We all know that we are an influential organization, and I was just teasing you that you haven't got what it takes to join us. Surprise!" Chris sneered. He approached and gestured Blaine's ticklers to stop. He reached down and jerked Blaine's raging cock.

"Oh yes Blaine. It's hard like the brotherhood we share here. I am going to milk you and turn you strong so that you'll truly become one of us. Just like the cliche, what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger."

"Oooooooh shit. Stop it! I'm no queer!" Blaine said filled with rage at Chris' betrayal.
"From now on, you'll call me "master", or else you would regret it," threatened Chris. He was now polishing his dickhead.

"Mmmmm... Oooooohh... Stop! I won't call you master you son of a bitch!" Blaine screamed. The warehouse was still filled with laughter but some people were already moaning in pleasure.

"Fine, I'll polish your dickhead until you give in," Chris replied, still polishing the head of Blaine's cock.

"Mmmmmmmm... I won't... aaaaaaaaahhhhhh... give in!... Oooooooh! Oooooh... Shit I'm gonna cum!" Blaine was on the edge, but Chris stopped.

"Oooh no. Please make me cum!" moaned Blaine in disappointment.

"Oh I'm not going to unless you become my slave," said Chris menacingly. "Once you're my slave, you're second in command in this organization, but I get full control over you, your cock, and your beautiful, tender feet. You want that don't you? Say it now..."
Chris licked his toes and arches. He screamed with laughter again, but Chris's tongue went upward and licked his swollen testicles filled surely with sperm. Blaine started moaning again.

"Oh my God... Oooooh please suck my cock! Suck my cock please, make me cum... MASTER!"

Chris didn't need telling twice. He sucked Blaine's cock slow and steady. He focused more on the dickhead and he jacked Blaine.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... Aaaahhhh..." Blaine released almost ten spurts of man juice.

The other eleven pledges had milking devices strapped on them to test their perseverance and strength. The warehouse was filled with moans. Chris opted to spare Blaine of this torment, however.

"Oooooohhh my God, it's my sixth cumshot! Aaaaah!"

"Mmmmmm oooohhh... please set it faster! Oh my GOD!"

Chris looked down at the panting Blaine. His body was so well-sculpted that his position on the rack is just perfect. He was sweaty all over his tanned skin and splattered with his own cum.

"You're my slave now, Blaine. You're now my right-hand man. Before you get out of the rack however, you must again endure... TICKLING!"

"NOOOOOOO! HAHAHAHAHAAA!" Blaine's toes wiggled as he was again tickled by Chris and the other upperclassmen.

"You think you're safe from milking? You'll get lots of that in the future, and the only device I need is my old reliable hand!" Chris said, placing the electric toothbrush on Blaine's cockhead.

THE END.