Hell Week

The next morning, all of the pledges are awoken very early by some brothers, entering their rooms banging the inside of a trashcan extremely loudly.

“Wake up FUCKTARDS! Hell week has just begun!! Meet downstairs in five minutes and prepare to take your oath to the frat.”

As directed, a few minutes later a parade of extremely hungover scraggly looking pledges all stumble into the living room of the frat house still half asleep. All of you are definitely feeling the effects of the night before. Bleary eyed with your heads throbbing, you step into the open room and instantly your eyes are wide open as you see what is waiting for you. All of the upperclassman, each ominously holding a rather sinister looking paddle.

“Ok ASSHATS, clothes off and assume the position!” Tom barks. Over the next hour each pledge takes their place, naked and bent over as wooden justice is applied to their ever-reddening cheeks.

Grabbing your ankles, like all of the others, you bend over and chant as the blows descend on your buns. “Thank you sir, May I have another?! Thank you sir, May I have another!”

Over the next few days more paddlings are administered as each pledge is **** to clean the house from top to bottom, and to make it extra embarrassing, they make you do it completely naked. Nudity obviously was a big part of their initiation. Apparently, it all has to do with being completely comfortable around your brothers.

By the end of the week, you are quite weary of this humiliating and increasingly painful routine, and when Tom orders all pledges to assemble in the living room for a special meeting, you each expect more of the same.

“Ok SHIT FOR BRAINS, listen up. You ALL have passed the first test and have impressed your future brothers. This part of hell week is now over.”

A cheer goes up from the pledges.

“CALM DOWN ASS WIPES, your Hell Week is not over, you still need to make it through the weekend. You may have passed OUR test, but now you must pass our Sister’s tests, and trust me, they are even worse than us. No mere boy can become a Phi Sig MAN unless the sisters approve. Now, the choices have been made and you will begin your true initiation tomorrow morning as you are delivered to your new owners.” As Tom finishes his speech, he begins reading out the names of each of the Pledges and the house who would own them for the next several days.

“And for the first time in years, the Omegas have selected a pledge…John!” Tom calls out as the rest of the frat brother let a bunch of “OOOOs” and laughter.

You are all dismissed to go pack your bag and get some sleep. On your way back to the pledge room Tom grabs your arm and pulls you aside.

He whispers, “look I’m not supposed to say anything but usually the girls are pretty mild and take it relatively easy on you guys. You are more like free labor taking care of any large projects such as roofing, painting, landscaping, etc. However, since I’ve been here, no one here has ever been chosen by the Omegas, so I have no idea what to expect. Good luck bro.” Then gives you a pat on the ass which is still sore from all the paddling.