Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Tue Jun 26, 2012 10:30 pm

First post for this site. I am very excited to hear your feedback. Thank you for reading, and enjoy:


The second I hear them walk out the door I struggle against my bonds. Hands and feet stretched out, each tied off to the bedposts. I felt the air conditioning cooling my skin, soon realizing that my Halloween costume is gone. I guess that’s what you get for dressing up as a prisoner; people take the law into their own hands to see to it that you “serve” your time one way or another.

I am blindfolded, but with no gag I start to yell for help. It was then I noticed the metal box touching my neck, giving me a corrective shock. Who puts a shock collar on someone?! I shake off the confusion and try to focus, retracing my steps…

Last night was a Halloween party for one of the college frats. Now, I am not a part of any frat, but my friend Cody was able to sneak me in: get in, drink, party, get out. My friend is also dressed as a prisoner, with the both of us wearing a simple orange jumpsuit, a white t-shirt, and freshly buzz cut hair. All was going great until one of the frat boys didn’t recognize me. These guys are notorious for getting drunk early and partying hard, so I was surprised this guy was still coherent. Before I can make up a story, four of the surrounding guys go from partygoers to Navy Seal-mode. They spring on me and we wrestle to the ground. The whistle-blower pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Not the cheap kind that come with a release lever. I recognized the guy applying the cuffs; his dad is one of the campus cops, which explains why these parties are able to get so outrageous with little campus police involvement. The cuffs click on, and my face is pressed down, nose to the floor.

“Looks like we caught ourselves a fugitive”, the cuffer says. “What should we do with him?”

“Why don’t we ask his partner-in-crime?” one of the guys who wrestled me down asks.

I look over to see my friend changing from a prisoner outfit to a police uniform. Actually, all of these guys involved start stripping to reveal police uniforms. Except for the guy to cuff me, Aaron, the one who first pointed me out. He hadn’t changed yet, but I did see something underneath his normal clothes. The whole scene was kind of hot, if I wasn’t scared for my life.

My friend, Cody, tells me how he wished I had pledged with him so we could party together whenever. He says his frat still had an open position, and that his buddies were happy to offer it to me if I could survive a bit of hazing. I start to protest, drawing attention to the situation, but no one seems to care or notice. One of the wrestlers ties a blindfold across my eyes. I am shoved around the room until I finally end up in one of their arms, being lifted off the ground.

As we make our way across the frat house, I can hear all the normal party noises, which keeps my pleas for help inaudible. Still, Aaron has the group stop in a hallway. He grabs my face and pulls in close. “If you want to walk out of hear I suggest you keep it down for now”. I submit for now, knowing that if they gag me my chances of being heard disappear. We walk further down the hallway we enter a room and I am dropped on the bed.

Despite my best efforts, 4 vs. 1 are not fair odds. I am effectively tied spreadeagle to the bedposts. My adrenaline starts pumping. (This isn’t like any hazing I’ve heard about), I think to myself. I don’t even notice the costume being removed down to my white t-shirt and briefs. Aaron was also sly enough to place that shock collar on me while he had my face in a vice grip earlier down the hall.

The second I hear them walk out the door I struggle against my bonds. Hands and feet stretched out, each tied off to the bedposts. I felt the air conditioning cooling my skin, soon realizing that my Halloween costume is gone. I guess that’s what you get for dressing up as a prisoner; people take the law into their own hands to see to it that you “serve” your time one way or another.

I am blindfolded, but with no gag I start to yell for help. It was then I noticed the metal box touching my neck, giving me a corrective shock. Who puts a shock collar on someone?!

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Wed Jun 27, 2012 9:18 pm

CORRECTION: The events in the previous post occurred all in a few minutes. It was my mistake to say “Last night was a Halloween…”, and I did not intend to imply that there was a substantial time gap within the first few paragraphs. Thank you for the amount of views and I will continue:


“Do you like your new toy? There's more where that came from” Aaron had entered the room and saw me trying to get my focus back. Those shocks take a lot out of you. He begins to tell me his plans for the night. Enraged, I demand my released, keeping my voice as quiet as I can in fear of another shock. Despite my caution, I still get a round of shock. No matter what I do, I can’t even try talking my way out of this. This guy has taken away my arms, legs, sight, clothes, and now my voice.

“The collar is set to one of the more sensitive states. Any more sensitive and the party music would be confused for more of your protests. Do I need to make it more sensitive or can I continue?” I lower my head in defeat. “Your friend, Cody, has told us so much about you. You two grew up together, went to the same schools, and now you are both here in college. He also told us a bit about your”, he pauses for effect, “TUGS experience”. Any struggling I had been trying had now stopped. Whatever Aaron had planned would go well beyond the demands of a normal pledging.

Cody and I have always had a great connection. We had the same classes in school, from kindergarten to senior year of high school. We never got into trouble, at least not for real. One play date when we were about 8 years old, we decided to play a game of cops and robbers. Ever since then we have continued to play Tie Up Games. Who topped would always change, often flipping a coin to decide. One day at Cody’s house, during high school years, he made a bet that I could not escape the new toys he had got. Before even checking out these “toys”, I took his bet and upped the ante. If I could not get out in an hour, I would have to be tied the next time, until I could eventually get out and trade places. I never got out of his new handcuffs that day, nor the spreader bar the next, not the straitjacket the next day. I have not tied Cody up since that day, and a big part of me has readily enjoyed it: being able to submit to someone I know wholeheartedly. The time limit has increased, the restraints have become more challenging, and the fun has only.

How and where Cody managed to get these toys, I never asked out. His parents worked late, both in law enforcement. My parents didn’t care why I spent so much time at Cody’s, just so long as I did not get into trouble and my grades were high. After most school days, we would walk to his house, finish homework, then head straight into that day's challenge.

Aaron’s monologue of evil plans brought me back to the present. “The collar is to remind you of your place. You are a pledge, which means you are no better than a dog. The shock element to the collar is to keep you quiet, obviously, but it can go away the sooner you accept your role. You will spend tonight here, tied up and kept quiet. In the morning, we will take this to a completely new level. Any questions?”

He knows I won’t ask anything. The second I get my hands free and this collar off, I plan to have a few words with Cody, as well as this new guy taunting me.

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:25 pm

I never fell fully asleep. Being blindfolded and tied spreadeagle in your underwear with a shock collar around your neck tends to keep most people from getting any beauty sleep. A few hours ago I tried to crash a party, was manhandled and arrested by six frat brothers (one of whom was my best friend, Cody). The leader, Aaron, seemed to have a wonderfully malicious series of events planned for me.

All I had to do was survive and I would be welcomed into the frat. But the terms of this verbal contract had been rather vague: my duration of this ordeal had not been mentioned; my tasks had not been designated nor limited; and I still had no confirmation that this wasn’t all one big joke, leaving me out on the street by the end of it.

The door opened and I could hear the same four guys from before enter. They untied my limbs from the bedposts, then tied the ropes off to constrict me in an efficient hogtie. With the blindfold and shock collar both still on, my chances of fighting back were still bleak. I figured they would lift me up and haul me to another room. “Okay, Danny. He’s all yours for the first hour”, one of them said. With that, three of them left, leaving Danny alone with me.

We sure are going to have us some fun, pledge”, Danny said. “For the next hour I get to do whatever I want to you, then tag team with one of my buddies. If you can survive all of us, as well as two hours with Aaron, then you’re in the fraternity. Nod your head if you understand”. I nod my head, preparing myself for a long, long, night. What could this guy have planned for a whole hour? What could all these guys have planned for their total time tonight? Above all, how does Cody fit into this?

“First up”, Danny began, “we need to set a solid set of rules for you if you want to be in our frat. Now we may have the wildest parties, but our grades are some of the highest in our classes. To let your grades drop below a B will result in severe “restructuring”. Now let’s take a look at your report card”. Cody must have swiped it off my desk before leaving. I take in a deep breathe, knowing that some of my grades will definitely need some “restructuring”, whatever that was. He lets out a sigh, saying that half my classes are not up to par with the frat’s preferences. He says that the next guy will probably spend a lot of time making sure I get the message that good grades make for better brothers. “But that’s not what I’m here for”, he mentions. “My job is to give you a taste of what this club has to offer you. Control. Control over your grades, control over your fitness. And above all, control over others. But in order to assert control over others, you must first have a firm control over yourself.”

Danny says that we have forty-five minutes left before the next guy, Sam, comes in. If I can escape the hogtie within the next half-hour, then I am free to tie up Danny and escape. If I can’t, then the sensitivity on the collar increases, which Danny said would be bad when Sam starts his session. If I fail to escape, I would also have more restrictive bonds than rope placed on me, meaning 10-15 minutes of some serious bondage.

“Ready, set, go”. That’s all I need to hear. I spend the next twenty minutes mustering every once of my strength the try and escape. The only thing keeping me from freedom was a few inches of rope. Of course, things would be a lot easier if I could see, but I couldn’t exactly ask Danny to remove the blindfold. He gives me a ten minute warning, and I realize I haven’t made any progress. I decide to slow my breathing and focus on what to do next. I zero-in on one of the main knot clusters and get to work. By the time I get one overhand knot undone, Danny calls time.

“Bummer. You had something going, too bad it took you twenty minutes to stop freaking out.” I feel him twist a knob on the collar, and I dare not make the slightest of noises. “The next few minutes are going to be fun for me to watch. But try your best to escape, still. Just remember to stay calm.” He leaves any knots I managed to untie alone. He applies the same set of handcuffs Aaron used earlier to “arrest” me. Or maybe Danny had his own pair? They all had on police uniforms, except Aaron who had something else on underneath. “Seeing as how that collar has you quiet, there is not much point in applying a gag from a bondage perspective. But this club has so much more to offer you than bondage training. It’s also about control, remember. Right now, you have the choice not to talk, lest you get punished. But if I take that away entirely with a gag or muzzle, then that is a different matter. Also, I know you can’t escape those ropes, but did you notice how much you cringed when I snapped those double-locking cuffs on you? Now when I add these leg cuffs and a chain to connect them to your hands and collar, you’ll really be my, in mean our, prisoner.”

To his word, Danny applied a paid of leg cuffs as well as a chain connecting my feet to my hands and collar. As if my hogtie wasn’t bad enough, I felt a bandana or cloth being wedged between my teeth. “Until Sam gets here, I am going to take off the shock collar. I want to hear your pleas under that gag morph into pathetic grunts” While I appreciated the removal of the collar, I did not like the shift in his tone. It had already taken Danny about ten minutes to explain everything to me and apply his new toys. How much longer would I have to deal with this rope, gag, and now cuffs set?

“One last thing”, Danny said as I felt him rise off the bed, “We actually have two hour each with you. So Sam won’t be here for another hour or so.” At this, I start to raise my protests and struggle. A few minutes, I thought I could handle. But an hour in this new bondage seemed like too much. “I’m going to step out for a bit. Don’t go anywhere.” Cody, what have you got me into?

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Thu Jul 12, 2012 11:43 pm

Going to try and finish the entire story soon:


So of all the crazy stuff that has happened: kidnapped, stripped, bound, etc, the weirdest thing so far is this guy Sam. When Danny’s time was up an egg times went off. I heard Danny tag in with someone saying “he’s all yours”. First off, I don’t belong to anyone. And secondly, the only person I have ever trusted enough to tie me up has been Cody, whom I still have not seen since this ordeal began a few hours ago.

Sam immediately removed my blindfold. He was the biggest of the four who had grabbed me earlier. His biceps were larger than my entire head, and it looked like he had just finished a work out with all that sweat glistening off of his smooth, large guns. I still don’t know who Danny looks like, but Sam definitely has my attention now. He looked at the collar, seeing the sensitivity level had been increased.

“Someone’s been naughty. Don’t worry”, he said calmly. “I’ll beat that right out of you.” With that, he flipped me over his knee, with most of my body still tied up in the ropes and cuffs Danny had applied. I sat there, bound with my hand helpless behind my back and my feet strung together, laid across his huge bulging legs. And that wasn’t the only thing bulging. It seemed like Sam was getting REALLY excited about what was about to happen. “I’m going to start your punishment now. It would be dumb if you were to start screaming with that collar on. If you can lat ten measly strokes without shocking yourself, then you’ll have earned a few minutes of having it off”

Before asking if I understood everything, Sam smacked my rear with his bare hand. It came at quite a shock, but I was able to remember not to make a sound. If I could make it to ten, then I’ll at least be free to talk and might be able to reason my way out of this somehow. Two. Three. The stinging began to swell. Four. Five. Six. Half way done now. Just hold on. Eight. He was getting harder, both in his smacks and under his pants, his member pressed up against by laid out body. Nine. One more. Please just finish it! Ten.

He stopped. He lifted me up and set me on the floor without breaking a sweat. “Good pledge. Goo dog. Now bark for me”. Without thinking, I barked as loud as I could. The first audible noise I had made in the past few hours, free from the collar and Danny’s gag, was a bark. Before I could get a chance to argue with Sam, he shushes me, pets my head, and scratches my neck. The collar did a good job of chafing my neck, and the shocked spots were sore by now. It felt so good to let him scratch and rub my neck. Still bound, I began to try and move my limbs like a dog does to show affection. “Is our prisoner a puppy, too? Do you belong in the pound? Bark for me again, pup”. I bark again and again, each one louder and louder. If it were not for the party music this would make for strange bedroom noises. Sam tells me that he is going to change his itinerary for me. He had planned two hours of beating me until I “broke”, but he said that I just needed a little nudge. The next guy, Mason, was supposed to cover pup play, but Sam said he would just have to get over it because he was enjoying this too much. I spent the next thirty minutes going over puppy commands like Bark, Sit, Roll Over, and a few others. It just felt so right to give in to this guy I barely knew. Part of me feared getting beaten and put back in the shock collar. A larger part of me wanted to see what it would be like to just let go for a bit. After all, I only had one more hour left.
Twenty minutes of role-playing later and I mess up a command. I lost focus and misheard the instructions. In ten seconds I was back in the shock collar and was getting another ten beatings. Those muscles help with speed too, I guess. And thing strange this was: I was more focused one upsetting Sam than I was scared for what was happening to me. I had this odd sense of trust that Sam would not do anything to hurt me, and that each smack on my rear was just his way of giving me constructive feedback. I would do better next time, I thought to myself. No. No, what am I thinking?! This was one of the guys who kidnapped me. I had to get away, but did I really want to? There was still that part of me that wanted to explore me. And where else would I get the chance to try something like this?

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby mikeybound » Tue Jul 17, 2012 1:24 pm

Awesome story! A bio for each guy would really add to it. Like person, age, body type, hair and the like.

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby tiednw » Wed Jul 18, 2012 12:49 am

Amazing story! Please continue!

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Tue Aug 28, 2012 8:19 am

Sam's time was almost up. He had traded back and forth between spanking and pup play, and at the end of the two hours I had a variety of emotions running through me. First, this random buff guy was beating me. Second, this same random buff guy was building a relationship that one can only gain from a beating. Third, I wanted him to keep going; partly because I felt so secure with him, partly because I was unsure what the next guy had planned, especially since Sam had jumped the gun in Aaron's master scheme.

The egg timer went off again, this time with Sam leaving the room. I overheard Sam talking with someone outside the room. I heard the new guy, Mason, storm in and slam the door shut. The first thing he noticed was that Sam had left me shock collar off. Infuriated with the breach of protocol, he ordered me to put it back on. Still blindfolded and hogtied, I told him I couldn't. He barked that there were no excuses, and placed the collar on me himself. I could feel his muscles (not as large as Sam's but still moderate in size) tense up and could feel his short panting breathes on me as he leaned in to fix the collar to my neck. "Now is my chance", I thought to myself, "He's distracted so if I can knock him out somehow then I have two hours to get free". I made a quick move to trip him with my feet, thinking I had enough reach, then I would do a headbutt or something. I just knew that it was now or never.

Apparently it was going to be never. I missed, with the chain being to short. Regardless, Mason noticed exactly what I had tried to do. Infuriated, he buckled the collar, shoved me back down to the ground, then stormed out of the room. I only heard a few shouts, then some rustling and grunts. After about ten minutes, I heard the door open again, this time with Mason and what sounded like Danny and the other guy all manhandling Sam to the ground. "Not only did you skip to my section of the lessons", Mason stated firmly, "but you completely neglected the core concepts of breaking this maggot in". From what I gathered, Mason was not happy; Sam had stolen his specialty, and had skipped the restructuring segment. "We might as well truss you up and give you the same corrective treatments, since it seems you can't even follow the easiest of Aaron's orders." With all the movement in the room, some of their feet bumped against me, giving me enough free space to slip the blindfold off. I saw three guys in cop uniforms wrestling a buff cop into a pair of handcuffs. The next thing added was a shock collar, and after some shocks Sam started to calm down. Sam was indeed toned and buff, but his face was a lot nicer than what you would expect from a musclebound frat boy. He had short dark hair, with some gruff stubble around his chin, but also some light green eyes that were as deep to look into as I had imagined. I was able to get such a good look because the other guys had grounded Sam right in front of me. I tried to turn and seem their faces, the room, and anything else I could see, but all I saw was a large boot heading to cover my face.

"And now this filthy dog has managed to see you! Is there anything else that you would like to screw up?" Mason asked. Sam was silent. The boot covering my face was replaced by my blindfold. I was sat up on the bed, still hogtied in ropes and metal. I heard the other guys strip Sam of his uniform. They said that they had a spare prisoner outfit that might fit him, and in a few minutes Sam was sitting at the foot of the bed, handcuffed, with a shock collar, in a prisoner jumpsuit. "Now, where were we? We have an hour and a half left to correct both of you screw-ups. Danny and John are going to be right outside the door, so if either of you try anything I promise you it will not be pleasant. We are going to cover the basics of restructuring, which you, Sam, neglected to teach. After that we will try for some more pup play, and if you, Sam, are good then I may not mention any of this mess to Aaron. Its the difference between spending the next week as a submissive or not." This was all my fault. I got Sam into this mess and now he's facing punishment from the frat for not just tonight but for the next week. Or do they plan on keeping me for the whole next week as well?

Mason dismissed the others, and got to work. He ordered Sam to lean over the bed so the flogging could begin. After the first twenty stokes, Mason replaced Sam's shock collar with a ball gag. Only Sam never made a noise, despite being free of the collar. He took each stroke silently, not making a single sound, much to Mason's fury. To think that Sam was in so much pain at the foot of the bed, just a few feet from me, and I couldn't do anything to help him. Mason barked for Danny and John to enter and help move Sam to a spreadeagled position on the bed. Mason pushed me off the bed, saying that he would get Sam to cry by the end his time and would make me watch. The guys secured Sam to the bedposts, facing down so Mason could have full access to his rear. It took another twenty minutes before I heard Sam start to cringe and utter a quite yelp. At that, Mason took off my blindfold and sat me up in a chair, taking off all my restraints except for the handcuffs. He swapped the collar for a ball gag, and once he continued with the beatings I started to yell muffled yells at him to stop. This sadistic guy was bating the one guy I had grown an attachment to, and was basking in the aroma of both Sam's and my pains. The noises got so loud that eventually the door opened and there stood Aaron, with normal clothes on, but a stern look. He asked Mason what was going on, that he could hear screams from all the way down the hall. When he saw that I was out of my blindfold and collar, and that Sam was strewn across the bed in a prisoner's outfit, he nearly lost it. He ordered Mason outside into the hallway. Mason's face had gone from the confident and sadistic punisher to that of a timid child who knows they have done something wrong. Mason tried to argue, stammering that Sam had broken multiple protocols and that he needed correction.

Aaron gave him another stern look and ordered him into the hall. Mason went, and then Aaron looked straight at me, not saying anything but calculating his next steps quietly. When I started to demand that Sam and I be released he shook his head. "Have you not learned anything?" he asked. He told Danny and John to get the collars on us, then everyone left us in the room.

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Fri Sep 07, 2012 9:12 am

I was scared. Scared about what Mason might do if Aaron let him off easy. Scared for how all this affected Sam. Scared how Aaron's plan might change. I thought about calling out to Sam, to see if he was okay, but these guys have trained me well enough to know not to talk when the collar is on. All I could do was stare, stare at his bulging muscles and reddened back, hoping he would somehow break free of his restraints and jump right up with a happy smile. But he didn't move. He took slow, deep breathes, and that was it. A few minutes later I heard the door open, and someone knelt next to me. "I'm so sorry for how this night has gone," he said. It was Cody! I started to struggle against the handcuffs and shake my head against the blindfold. I wanted to ask him what he thought was going to happen, what with kidnapping me and all. I wanted to ask him how Sam was. I wanted to ask him if he could just let me go, and that I would forget about all this. Cody moved closer to whisper in my ear: "Just stick through this a little longer and I promise you will be initiated." I started to struggle even move. I didn't care about the initiation in the first place, so why should that be an incentive now? "Dude, just chill out. You're going to get Aaron's attention, and right now he's busy dealing with Mason, so you don't want to distract him." Mason. I hoped he got the worst punishment Aaron could think of for putting Sam and I in this state.

Cody tried calming me down for a few more minutes and then gave up. At the time he was leaving, Aaron had opened the door. I heard Cody ask for him to go easy on me, with no response from Aaron. I heard Cody leave and shut the door behind him, leaving Aaron in the room with Sam and I. "The next few hours are going to be interesting to say the least", Aaron said coldly "I've just had one of my best-trained members of this frat lose his head and start beating a pledge and another brother, the same brother who broke etiquette and endanger the plan of initiating the new pledge. I'm not happy, not one bit, but I have decided to move this initiation forward." I didn't like the sound of that. His tone was callous and he stated his intentions with a nit of joy and malice. "Sam, you will stay right where you are. I'll give you some time to reflect. And you" he moved his voice closer to me "we need to get you out of this negative environment. We're going to move you down the hall to the guest room. Seeing how this is Sam's room is probably the reason he felt so comfortable breaking our routine." With that I heard the doors open and felt two sets of hands grab me. I was taken out of the room and into the hallway, which was a lot quieter so I'm guessing most of the party had died down by now. How early was it? I knew if I screamed for help I would be shocked, but was anyone around to really hear me. And plus, I did not want to upset Aaron anymore by showing that all of the training had been for nothing. So I kept quiet as I was moved to another section of the house. We walked for a bit, then turned the corner and I heard a door opening. I was sat down on the floor, which was cold, as in metal cold with no carpet or wood flooring.

The door shut, and I heard Danny speak to me in a stern, short tone: "Sit up, pledge. Aaron is still with Sam, talking about what is going to happen the rest of the night. I'm sure Aaron is glad Sam is tied up so he can't fight the plan. I've got John with me and we are going to work together to make sure neither of us ends up like Mason. Isn't that right Mason?" I heard movement off to the corner in the room, a faint clanking of metal sound along with some soft grunting. Danny continued, "Mason decided he was not ready to be a full member when he reverted to such primitive behavior. It was the first time I've seen Aaron show any sense of anger in a long time. He gave Mason a choice: either go through some hazing himself, or leave the frat. Now if either of us start acting outside the plan, Aaron will give us the same choice. But I figure," Danny's tone went from serious to joking, "that we have a few minutes before Aaron checks in with us. What do you think, John?"

I hadn't heard John speak all night. His voice was more gruff than the others, but I had the sense that he was not as massive as Sam. John said he could use a bit of fun, and with that, both Danny and John got to work on the "fun".

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby mikeybound » Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:17 pm

Want mooooore!!!

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Thu Sep 20, 2012 12:52 pm

The first thing that came off was my blindfold. Danny was right in front of me now, smiling as wide as he could. I never saw the last time I was with him, when all of this initiation stuff had started. Danny was smaller than I thought he was. He looked like he weighed about 140 lbs. It wasn’t that he was puny, because he definitely had some great muscle tone. He just didn’t have than much mass. He had dark brown hair, cut fairly short, and was wearing his police uniform from earlier. The uniform looked really good, not just on him, but like the uniform was more than a costume. Aaron’s dad was part of the campus police, so maybe these costumes were the real deal. The shirt and pants were a dark blue, and the boots and utility belt were made from leather. Speaking of the belt, it was fully equipped with pepper spray, handcuffs, radio, flashlight, baton, and taser. Luckily there wasn’t a gun in the holster.

Danny, and his Cheshire smile, was kneeling right in front of me. I heard John moving behind Danny but I couldn’t see him. John said that he thought they should play with Mason first. Danny said that there were two of us (myself and Mason) as well as the two of them, so they could each do whatever they wanted. With that said, Danny moved closer to remove my underwear. His leather gloves felt amazing rubbing against my skin. He slid my underwear off, leaving me only wearing that shock collar and those handcuffs. I felt even more vulnerable now. Danny then stood up, took in what he saw, and stepped back to help Jon with Mason. I tried to raise my voice, to tell Danny to give me something to cover up, to leave Mason alone, but all that got me was a decent shock, which only made Danny smile even wider. He turned back to John and Mason.

After all Mason had done to me and Sam, a part of me wanted him to go through the torment that these cops had in store for him. I saw Mason huddled in a steel cage on the floor, wearing exactly what I had on: shock collar, handcuffs, and his birthday suit. He also wore a look of fear as John moved towards him. He looked to me and gave me a look of anger, probably because it was my fault he had been put in this position. Then his look changed to one of pleading, because he knew that I was in the same position he was in. I got to finally catch a glimpse of John, who looked exactly the same as Danny, but a few inches taller and a few pounds heavier. John could have easily been Danny’s brother. John didn’t share the same menacing smile, though. John looked to Mason, then back to Danny. He never looked at me. John then kicked the cage that held Mason. John said that he didn’t have the keys for any of the cages or handcuffs. Danny looked back to me, saying that he could still think of ways to have fun. As he walked towards me, smile as large and malicious as the room I, he stopped in his tracks.

“What is going on here”, I heard Aaron saw from behind me. “I remembered while talking to Sam that I forgot to give the keys to you, and now I see you have taken matters into your own hands like Mason did earlier.” Danny’s face was that of pure terror. It was odd seeing a cop go from the role of controller to the controlee in a few seconds. I tried to turn around to see, but the handcuffs and chair kept me from moving much. Then a piece of cloth dropped on the floor in front of me. “If you guys want to play so bad, I’ll let you play with that. When I come back in five minutes, I want someone in that jacket, otherwise everyone in this room will have to go through some restructuring,” Aaron had said. I looked at the lump of cloth on the floor. Danny picked it up and I saw that it was a straitjacket! I heard the door slam behind me. Danny’s eyes grew wide as he examined the jacket: it had long sleeves, and several buckles along its back; one buckle for the neck, one for the arm sleeves, and one for the crotch area; there was also a loop on the chest part to keep the arms from slipping over your head. Danny had asked aloud if Aaron would pass him the keys. He then realized that Aaron had left about a minute ago. I looked at John, who understood what was about to happen before Danny did. John crept behind Danny and then tackled him to the ground. With no keys, that meant Mason and myself couldn’t be put in the straitjacket, which only left Danny and John.

Four minutes to go, and now there were two cops wrestling on the ground, and two naked and handcuffed people watching. Danny had finally gotten the picture, which meant that either he or John had to be in that jacket in the next few minutes, otherwise everyone would have to go through more “restructuring”. If that could make a monster like Mason and reduce him to a cowardly submissive, then I do not think anyone wanted to go through that. But the question was, if all of the frat people were in this room, then how did Aaron plan to tie everyone up? The fraternity was always small, under ten people at anytime. John had tried to pull out his own handcuffs, but Danny knocked them away and roller to get to a top position. Now Danny was on top, sitting on John and pinning his hands underneath his boots.

Three minutes left. Danny pulled out the pepper spray from his utility belt and sprayed a bit on his leather glove. John’s eyes grew wide as Danny covered John’s face with his glove. After a minute of struggling, John was completely rigid, knocked out. I then knew that it was chloroform Danny had spayed. John must have known what was in that spray, and knew that inhaling it would knock him out of the challenge. Two minutes to go, and Danny worked quickly to get John snug in the jacket. He sat his partner in crime up, moved the jacket over his head. After some time the jacket was finally strapped and secured over John. “Not bad, but a bit late I’m afraid,” I heard Aaron say behind me. Danny looked up, panting from the challenge. Aaron moved to the middle of the room, wearing his normal clothes with still something underneath. He told Danny that he was about two minutes past his time limit, which meant that everyone was in for some adjustments.

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby mikeybound » Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:34 pm

Do I have to say it? AWESOME!!!!

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bondagefreak » Mon Sep 24, 2012 8:28 pm

The latest chapter is a great cliffhanger ! I await anxiously the continuation :odd:
This is great work and makes for an excellent read. Please continue !
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Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Fri Oct 05, 2012 8:21 am

Danny started to get nervous, and his aggression started to surface. He said that he had been good, and that he didn't deserve the same treatment as Mason. Danny rose up from the ground and began moving towards Aaron, taking his police handcuffs out. The handcuffs were a new issue, hinged style with a double locking mechanism. Aaron made a slight gesture and before Danny could think Sam had swept in and tackled him to the ground, using his own handcuffs on him. Sam stood, still in his underwear and shock collar, but didn't make eye contact with me. I tried my best to get his attention, but Sam did not want to meet my gaze. I wanted him to tell me that things would turn out okay, that this was all a joke, and that I would be going to my dorm room soon. Aaron knelt down to Danny, who was still struggling with the handcuffs, and who now began to tear up a bit. Aaron told him that he could easily have Sam use the chloroform to knock him out, but asked if Danny wanted to cooperate. Danny's face was lined with tears. I could see the fear and helplessness he was going through. Danny opted to cooperate, said that he was still a good frat member and that Aaron did not have to punish him. Aaron corrected him, saying that he would never punish his frat brothers, that the restructuring was for everyone's benefit and that Danny would learn to embrace it. I see how terrified Danny is, and I realize that my hazing must have been much worse that Danny's, and I could understand a little why Aaron was having such disciplinary problems. Few of his brothers had gone through rigorous restructuring, enough to really commit to the principles of the fraternity. Tonight I am not the only pledge. But when Aaron said that everyone was in trouble, did that include Cody or himself? Cody could be at some fault, since he brought the source of tonight's unruliness (me) here. And there are never bad students, just bad teachers, so Aaron could be at some fault here. Though I have met some truly awful students despite the aptitude of the teachers.

Sam hooked a shock collar to Danny, who was then released form the cuffs so he could change into an orange jumpsuit. I never wondered before now, but if the police uniforms were authentic, could the prisoner jumpsuits be standard issue as well. The campus police station had a small jail, but I never thought they would need a large amount of prisoner clothes. The jumpsuit was a faded orange, with some black lettering stitched into the back that had faded and was illegible. The suit buttoned up the front, and was made of a durable twill material, so these weren't any Halloween costumes. The cuffs went back on, only this time in front. Danny looked like he was ready to walk down Death Row. The new prisoner was walked to the back wall, where a chain was linked through his cuffs and locked, leaving him standing with his hands pulled over his head. I noticed that he still had the police issued boots on, and so did everyone else. Sam was told to switch out the police boots for something more fitting, which meant to take his shoes and socks off and leave him standing on the cold floor barefoot. Aaron had Sam collect the police uniform and boots from the floor and place them in a corner. Mason had made no noise the entire time, sitting in his underwear, handcuffs, and collar and cage. John's chloroform had begun wearing off about the same time Danny had been told to change clothes. John was still in his police gear and the straitjacket, and started to realize how much trouble he and everyone else was in for. Cody was still out of the room, doing who knows what. I imagined that it was getting pretty early, making this Saturday morning. I had made no plans for this weekend; I did plan to recover from the supposedly fun party and any hangover I might have been waking up with by now. Aaron told Sam to stand Mason up, handing him the keys to the cage and handcuffs. Mason stood there frighted, no longer the angry, selfish beater that I knew last night. Aaron tossed another orange jumpsuit to him, and Mason knew what to do.

After Mason had changed, he was placed next to Danny, with his own pair of handcuffs and a chain keeping his arms above his head. John was next, and he did no cooperate. John had started struggling against the straitjacket the moment Sam began walking towards him. John was the shortest of us all, and it was like Goliath had finally cornered David without that trusty slingshot. Aaron had asked John if he wanted to cooperate, to which John replied with a slew of profanities. I never expected John for the type to get angry and curse like a sailor, but I guess you never really know someone until you have them in a straitjacket. Aaron offered one final time to cooperate nicely, but John threw a new paragraphs of insults back. Aaron started to get a little upset, and I think I knew why; he had spent so much time with these guys, trying to condition them with respect and authority, and now one of his own was deliberately disobeying him. Sam was told to place a shock collar on the delinquent, and to take him to the other room for conditioning. How many rooms were in this frat house? And was it not going to be strange seeing a straitjacketed cop with a shock collar on being carried around the house? Despite the collar and its shocks, John continued to fight. As Sam picked him up, John was trying his best to yell for help, getting shocked every time he made any noise. I tried to ask Sam why he did not just take Aaron out and end all of this, but Sam deliberately avoided me. The only person left in the room to deal with was me. Oh goody...

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Thu Oct 11, 2012 8:36 am

Aaron had knelt down beside me to say that he would treat me equally amongst the others, and that he did not blame me for this unpleasant turn of events. Though I could see from his eyes that he held me partially responsible for undermining the authority of almost his entire fraternity. I was still collared and handcuffed, sitting in a chair in my underwear. There were two orange jumpsuit prisoners handcuffed to the wall in front of me (Danny and Mason), each with their own shock collar. Sam had carried a straitjacket-clad John out of the room because John had not decided to play along with Aaron's "restructuring" plan. Both of them were wearing their own shock collars, but only John was the one getting shocked by it from his attempts to scream for help. Aaron stood up and murmured something about having to take care of me on his own while Sam was out. He increased the sensitivity of the shock collar to the highest point, saying that he didn't want any fun business; the slightest noise from me would result in a painful shock, which would probably cause me to scream louder, resulting in continuous shocks. It's a vicious cycle.

The next few seconds were a blur. Aaron stood me up, released one of my hands from the handcuffs and had me fitted inside an prisoner jumpsuit. The cuffs went back on, only this time in front of me. I was then walked/pushed towards the wall with the other inmates, and my handcuffs were attached to a chain which pulled my arms above my head. Aaron gave an extra tug, so now I was standing on the tips of my bare toes. I looked to my left and saw both Mason and Danny, with solemn faces looking downward. Aaron looked around to see if Sam had come back, then sighed and said that he had to continue. He started to strip! I thought back to when I was first attacked by these guys: each of them were wearing police costumes, but Aaron had something else underneath. Aaron pulled off his top layer to reveal his very own orange jumpsuit. "A restructuring of the fraternity means that everyone must undergo evaluation, including me." Mason, Danny, and I were all confused. Aaron completed his transformation into a prisoner, removing his shoes and adding the handcuffs in front of him. He stood next to Mason, so the farthest away from me, and attached the chain and brought his arms above his head. We were now all chained to the wall. The only people left in the frat unchained were Sam and John, who were doing their own thing. And Cody, wherever he was.

Just then, the door to the room flew open. I saw Sam, John, and Cody. John was no longer in the straitjacket and police gear. He had been stripped completely nude, wearing only a basic pair of handcuffs behind his back, along with his collar. Sam was in his own prisoner jumpsuit and collar, but no handcuffs. Cody also wearing a prisoner jumpsuit, but had no collar or handcuffs on him. John was tossed by Sam into the middle of the room. I saw red marks all along his back, and he made a whining sound when his back hit the floor, which caused him to get a shock. Sam (or Cody?) must have done a good job with the restructuring because John took the shock like a trooper, not making a sound. Sam walked past John and took his place next to Aaron, making Sam the farthest person away from me now.

Cody took a few steps into the room to speak, "When there is something that disrupts the fraternity so much as to undermine the discipline of a majority of its members, all of the fraternity members must undergo a series of tests to determine their role when the fraternity is repaired. As we know, there are two roles: top and bottom. Right now we, except John here, are all set to be tops. If any of us assert ourselves above the others in the tests, then we earn the right to be the tops, or leaders of this fraternity. Bottoms are responsible for searching for new members, which aside from me, none of us have done in the past few weeks. During Hell Week, none of the bottoms in this frat brought any pledges that could handle the initiation. The tops are charged with leading the members of this frat to a higher position in life, ensuring discipline in school work, interviews, and eventually our careers. Mason and Aaron have failed this fraternity as our previous tops, since they did not ensure the correct amount of discipline and order in our member."

I looked along the rows and could see what Cody meant by the "roles". Aaron was obviously the leader of the frat, while Mason was s secondary leader. That explains why he was so vicious towards Sam and me when the plan was not followed. Sam and Cody must have been bottoms, since they were the quieter, more passive members. Danny and John, however, could have been tops, but it's more likely they were bottoms since they waited for Aaron to leave before attempting to play with Mason and I. Cody went on, "All of us are now bottoms, which means we will be treated the same. As per our fraternity's guidelines for when events like this happen, I have asked former fraternity members, now alumni of our school, to return today in a few hours to help each of us find our true role in our frat. They will be responsible for testing and judging each of us, either as a group or individually, to determine who among us will be a better set of tops to guide us and structure us for success. With that being said, there are just two loose ends." Cody turned to John, who was still huddled up on the floor. "You have shown a brash display of disobedience, John. Given the circumstances of last night and this morning, you are given the choice right now of whether you want to stay or not. You, Sam, and I had a long talk about this earlier, with one swat from the paddle for each shock you gave yourself by not following Aaron's orders. Do you wish to stay for the testing, or is this fraternity just not what you want out of life?" John looked up at the wall of prisoners, thought long and hard, then stood up. He shook his head and walked towards the wall. Cody smiled, and I saw Aaron smile as well. John was uncuffed, changed, and linked next to me on the end. Cody then walked up to me, "Dude, sorry this turned out badly. But in a way I'm kind of glad you did. You set in motion the right chain of events that brought everyone here, and after this we will all be so much stronger. You are permitted the same choice: leave or stay? The fraternity doesn't really have clear guidelines for late pledges who get caught in the crossfire of this kind of event, but I believe everyone here agrees that you at least get the chance to speak your mind. What do you think?"

I didn't take a moment to pause. I knew my answer. Despite the capture, beatings, shocks, locks, rope, cuffs, chains, and jumpsuits (or maybe because of those things), I shock my head and mouthed the words "stay". Cody smiled so big I thought his face would pop. I tried to look around and I saw mixed reactions. Danny smiled, Mason scowled, Aaron had no reaction, and Sam was smirking and gave me a wink. I looked to John and saw him smirking as well. With that said, Cody stepped back to say some final words before putting his own collar on. I thought to myself, he had so much power right now. He could take the top role now and call the alumni back to cancel. But Cody said, "There were three of them that replied last time I checked. Any others that reply, I won't be able to respond to, but if they are free they can still drive to this house to see what is going on. The three will be here within two hours, giving us each time to think our positions over. Some of you may have already decided, but nevertheless we must all go through the entire testing process. Not just for the formality, but the show our commitment to the fraternity. Let's do this." Cody stopped talking and placed his own collar on. He then walked up to each of us and placed blindfolds over our eyes. All I could see was the black sash in front of me, along with a bit of sunlight on the bottom. I heard Cody's handcuffs and chains click, so now all of us, Sam, Aaron, Mason, Danny, me, John, and Cody were in orange jumpsuits, handcuffs, collars, blindfolds, and had our arms secured over our heads, standing one our bare feet (some of us on our tiptoes). Let's do this, indeed.

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby mikeybound » Thu Oct 11, 2012 10:01 am

Awesome. Loving all of it.

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby NemesisPrime » Thu Oct 11, 2012 12:23 pm

the same!

especially the part about everyone wearing an orange jumpsuit!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby mikeybound » Mon Jan 07, 2013 7:44 am

Where's the rest?

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby bigsmile21 » Mon Jan 07, 2013 10:19 am

I had intended to end there. There were a few loose ends to tie up (pun intended) but I have not gotten around to writing anything more. Suggestions for a new storyline?

Re: Forced Pledging

Postby mikeybound » Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:28 am

bigsmile21 wrote:I had intended to end there. There were a few loose ends to tie up (pun intended) but I have not gotten around to writing anything more. Suggestions for a new storyline?

Personally, I think anyone who likes male TUGs would never want you to stop.