Dave's Frat Initiation

Dave Schuster had just started classes last week at the university. It was a very fine school and expensive with a proud tradition of achievement both in athletics and academics. A very expensive school, Dave wanted to make sure he fulfilled that tradition and was determined to make his parents proud. He signed up for the soccer team in addition to classes. He also wanted to join the fraternity on campus. A friend he had met on his first day had told him that the frat boys scored well with all the chicks on campus. This was enough to tempt Dave; he was young and his hormones were hot.

Yes, and so was Dave. At eighteen, he was already six foot five. About medium build, he weighed in around two hundred pounds. His long legs were muscular from sprint running and weight-lifting. He was not too broad shouldered, though. Mainly his frame was relatively lanky but strong. He did pushups for his upper body and swam at the campus pool. His upper body could be best described as mostly firm but not large. Not so his legs. There he was rewarded for his efforts with relatively large thigh muscles and calves, and yes, I have to mention this, his buttocks were large and slightly protruding for a male of the species. He was a modest dresser, generally wearing light knee length basketball shorts. These he never sagged. You could not really see anything looking at Dave from the rear, but you knew from the shape of his butt..well, wow, if only, if only...please one look.

Dave had a handsome, if slightly too serious, face. He had blond hair that was just long enough to cover his ears. His face was long and narrow, his nose matching his face. He definitely had what one could call Nordic features. His manner was serious, intelligent, and mature much beyond his eighteen years. Indeed, he seemed older than his years, more by his manner than his appearance. To some up, if one had met Dave one would immediately be filled with envy. He was just perfect. The only thing surprising about Dave was that he felt the need to join a frat to meet girls. Maybe women were just too intimidated by Dave to even go out with him. He simply was too good to be true.

"Hey Dave, the frat is having its initiation tonight. The other brothers have seen you on campus and would like to meet you." Brian said this to Dave as the latter was walking across campus to get some chow from the cafeteria. Brian was Dave's friend. The two were incoming freshmen and met while in line registering for classes. Brian was a bit shorter than Dave, about six feet, and of average build. Brian worked out just enough to give his body a slightly sculpted appearance, but he really could not be considered muscular, just well shaped. Dave's face was ruddy, Brian's pale white with slight freckles. Brian's hair was reddish and slightly long, about as long as Dave's. It was more wavy than Dave's though and stood out a little more from his head. Brian had more rounded features than Dave and a much shorter nose. He was also quite handsome, not as much as Dave, but with that look that girls describe as "cute". If you were to guess, you would say Brian had more the appearance of a cute young Irish boy.

"I don't know, Bri,"said David, "I want to join, but I heard about those'initiations', I swear, sometimes I think that frat's are just a place for closet homosexuals." "I know what you mean," replied Brian, "and I sure as hell wouldn't join if I thought that was the case. But I met some of the other brothers. They seemed all right to me, and assured me they didn't pull a lot of gay shit like some other frats you hear about." Needless to say at this point, both boys embodied the very essence of homophobia. Dave, like some of the other soccer team members, didn't even shower with his teammates. He wore briefs under his clothes and changed into his uniform in the locker room without getting completely naked.

"Okay, where is the initiation to take place?" "At three AM, out by the track, there will be four other pledges there, too, besides us, and about a dozen of the other brothers." "Three o'clock in the morning? The stadium is pitch black at that hour. You can't see a damn thing. What the hell do they plan to do at that hour?" "I dunno, but don't worry, these guys seem really cool. I'm sure it will be all right." "All right, but they sure as hell better not try anything funny or I will fuck them up. big time." "I hear that", replied Brian. He knew that Dave on his second day on campus had already broken the nose of a middle aged gay man. Dave was in the restroom of one of the classroom buildings, bent over, washing his hands. I guess the older man was either a sports fan, or just liked the "target" too much. He saw the soccer team shirt Dave was wearing, walked over to Dave,"saw you guys at practice today. you all seem to work really hard. Good job." With that he lightly tapped Dave's rear. Big mistake! Dave stood up, turned around, and with one quick motion, broke the other man's nose and sent him, bleeding and crying out the restroom door,"fucking homo!!" Dave left the restroom, fuming.

At three AM the stadium was pitch black. It was located about a quarter mile or so from the dormitories. In between there was the main campus parking lot and then a large fairly well traveled road, not a highway but two lanes in each direction. The road was closer to the stadium, then the lot, then a trolley bridge, another small lot, then the dorms. It was a beautiful campus and during the day would have been bustling with activity. The campus was surrounded by greenery and the affluent homes of its suburban residents. All in all a wonderful place to be. The dorms were about a third of a mile from the stadium.

The boys all met beside the track, inside the stadium. Dave already knew the area well from soccer practice. Brian less so, although he just started jogging there to work off some of that adolescent baby fat he had. It was dark now, and you could barely make out the shapes of each of the boys in the dark, moonless night. At this point one of the older boys, a young man about twenty-two years old, spoke up. "Welcome pledges, I'm Mike and I am the elder brother of this chapter of our fine old organization. You will all be initiated now, then given your fraternity pins and be welcomed in the true fellowship of brothers." Brian and Dave could not make out Mike in the dark, but followed the direction of his voice. "The initiation is short, and very simple. It will consist of you six running a naked mile, that is, four times around the track." Brian and Dave looked at each other in horror.

"No fucking way!!" Dave's face reddened in anger. "I knew it. I knew it. You fraternities are all the same....just a place for closet queers to hang together...no way am I doing that. You're all just a bunch of faggots!!!" "Look, man, you better ease up with your mouth, dude."
It was one of the other older brothers. "you better not be calling me a fucking queer." Dave, however, was not the kind to be intimidated easily. "If the shoe fits. You came down here at three AM for this. Why else would you do this?" It became obvious that a fight was about to ensue. "Easy guys, easy. Look, Dave, we aren't gay or anything. Its just a tradition. No one is going to look at you. Hell, its too dark to see anything anyway." Mike's explanation made sense, even for Dave. In his way Mike had a maturity level similar to Dave's and so gradually won over his trust. Brian and Dave looked at each other then tried to make out the other pledges. It was hard to do in the dark.

Not another word was spoken. You couldn't really see anything, just a slight movement from where the six pledges were standing and a slight, quiet, rustling sound. It was the boys undressing. Dark colored jeans were pulled down, dark sweatshirts removed over the heads of their young owners. White t-shirts. The snapping sound of underwear, both briefs and boxers, being removed. Dave finally stood straight and with a quick sudden move, slipped his basketball shorts down along with a set of grey jockey briefs. Why delay the inevitable, he thought. Still wearing running shoes, Dave stepped out of his clothing, this will be over soon, he thought. The pledges turned and dumped their clothes behind them on the grass. Then they proceeded onto the track, still wearing their shoes to rum better. A cool night breeze blew on exposed, smooth young skin. They began to feel their nudity. Let this be over soon. A feeling of vulnerability settled more and more on the boys. Dave was obviously glad it was dark. What is less obvious was the source of his embarrassment. What was worse, he thought. Having his perfectly tall, gorgeous frame seen stark naked as total eye candy, or having the suddenly vulnerable, fearful look in his eyes exposed to the world? Truth be told, Dave was no cowered. He stood up for himself, as the reader would guess by now. But like a lot of straight guys, especially the more assertive ones, his security was only as deep as the garments he wore. He was now stripped of that security, of that sense of manhood. No doubt that was the source of much of his homophobia. The six pledges started to run on the track.

Dave, an athlete, quickly outran Brian, who was panting like the others trying to keep up. Dave's long muscular legs, flexed hard and fast, propelling his body foreword. His buttocks, like two chiseled pieces of smooth marble, now flexed repeatedly, adding to the natural horsepower of his physique. His smooth, almost hairless, frame, cut through the night air. If it had been light out it would have been a thing to behold. He was almost too perfect. He looked like one of those statues that are given to Olympic gold medalists. If they could see him, even completely straight men would have taken interest. Lap one, lap two, lap three,...the last lap. Dave's chest heaved in and out, it would soon be over. His blond hair was getting soaked in sweat, despite the cool night air. His usually lightly tanned face and chest, were now starting to turn red with the exertion. All six of the boys had the same thought. The last lap. Soon it will be over.

Finally, Dave finished. Then Brian. Soon the other boys, who were also in decent shape, followed. Sweating, panting, coughing, they must have done the mile in six minutes or so. Dave probably did it in five. All six staggered over to the side of the track. Then something dawned on them. They hadn’t heard a sound during their entire run except the wind blowing through their hair and their shoes pounding the gravel of the track. Where were the other brothers? No one else except these six lads seemed to be in that dark stadium. Their eyes were gradually adjusting to the dark, and they could make out the vague white forms of each other in the night. "Well, lets go.."Dave and the other boys walked over to the grassy area to get their clothes. They looked, and looked, where were they? No. That can't be. THERE CLOTHES WERE GONE!!

Dave and Brian looked at each other. Maybe they are in another place beside the track, they thought. Just keep looking. Keep looking. The six walked around the entire circumference of the track again and again. Nothing. Those fucking sons of a bitches, muttered Dave to himself. "All right, you guys. Where are you?? Where's our shit??"
Even Brian, who had a very congenial personality, started to get angry. "You guys had better give us back our fucking clothes...this ain't funny...you'll be sorry." Dave and Brian's anger grew, although their hands gradually descended over their privates. The others also began to cup themselves. Insecurity started to grow. One of the pledges actually started to cry.

Then, finally, a sound. It was one of their frat brothers' voices! Thank God! But wait. It was a voice shouting loudly the word....LIGHTS!!!

One by one, all the overhead lights of the stadium began to turn on. Brighter and brighter, the lights were used to illuminate the entire sports complex and stadium for late night sports events. They were very effective. People could park next to the stadium and watch such events as baseball games and soccer matches as good at midnight as mid day. The track, the stadium stands, and the surrounding area were as bright as broad daylight! (People all ways admired the lighting at these late night events; they said it allowed you to see EVERYTHING, in this case a very significant statement). In the stands sat over two hundred of their fellow fraternity brothers! Now the boys knew why they had seen only a dozen or so at the initiation; this was an ambush. A loud cheer escaped from the crowd in the stands. If it was any consolation to Brian and Dave, their frat brothers were probably not gay after all. They whistled and hooted at the pledges and CHEERED, but they probably weren't gay, after all, they all had their GIRLFRIENDS WITH THEM!! And VIDEOCAMERAS!!! Oh my God! I don't think that my command of the English language would allow me to adequately describe the feeling of utter humiliation that these six, especially Dave, felt. They were just stunned. They just stood there, being forced to become beautiful eye candy for the girls and GUYS in the crowd. Dave looked up just long enough to quickly survey the crowd. He noticed one rather middle-aged looking man among all the young faces. The man had a bandaged nose. It was the same queer that Dave had hit on his second day of class!!! He was eyeing all the boys, but focusing in Dave. Yummy!!! the man thought, Yuckkk!! was more Dave's opinion. What to do now? There was only one choice and they all knew it. Summoning every last ounce of wind in their lungs, the boys sprints toward the opening of the stadium doors and through the small parking lot, across the now deserted road and into the main lot leading to their dorm. The main lot was always lit up at night, and the six white figures could clearly be seen dashing through the empty parking lot.

The boys ran through the lot, fast but with hands tightly clasped over their genitals. They were soon back at their dormitory. Safe! Thank goodness. We survived! Now let’s go in and get to our dorm rooms. Wait. They remembered something. You needed your id card to open the doors at night!! SHIIIITTT!!! Dave screamed uncontrollably, "THOSE GODDAMNED FUCKING ASSHOLE FAGGOT SONOF ABITCHES!!!" I think residents all the way in the nearby quiet neighborhood could hear Dave's epic temper tantrum. Must be. Because somebody called the police.

Soon at least six squad cars and a paddy wagon, all with flashing sirens were descending on the dormitory. The boys were soon surrounded by the police, who focused their searchlights on them.
The sergeant in charge looked at the youths, and let out a horselaugh.
He knew immediately the situation. "Another initiation, I see. I'm sorry to be the one to have to do this, but we do have to arrest you guys. Nothing personal." The police then all approached the young pledges. Out came the handcuffs. "Hands behind your backs, fellas," said one officer in a quiet, fatherly voice. Brian and Dave looked at each other, no way! They both quickly jumped over a railing and bolted through the parking lot and into the woods next to the dorm. The police tried to give chase, but the two athletic youths soon outdistanced the cops. They then ran through a residential area, then to some woods, about a mile from the campus. Safe.