Join a frat

You walk up the steps of the Phi Sig house, nervousness and excitement building up in equal measures inside of you. It was finally time for college to start again, and this year, you had decided to take the plunge and join a fraternity. Tom, your best friend’s older brother, is a member, and the perfect person to talk to about what it entailed.

Raising your fist, you knock on the door tentatively before hearing a deep, booming voice call out, “Who is it?”

“It’s John,” you respond, feeling silly for having to introduce yourself. The door swings open slowly, revealing Tom.

“Dude!” he yells, nearly tackling you in a bear hug that leaves you breathless. “I was starting to think you’d chickened out,” he teases, stepping back with a smirk on his face. “Come on, man, get your ass inside before the sorority girls next door see us being all lovey-dovey.”

You giggle at this and follow him into the house, taking in your surroundings as you go. The place was decked out with frat memorabilia and college paraphernalia everywhere—painted fraternity letters on every possible surface, beer bottles littering almost every flat space not occupied by a framed picture or trophy. It had the quintessential frat vibe you’d always imagined it to be.

He leads you into the living room where two of his brothers are sprawled out on the couch, their attention focused on a massive TV screen showing some sports game. They both look over at your entrance before going back to watching the game, clearly not fazed by your presence.

Tom sits down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, what made you change your mind? Was it all those girls throwing themselves at me at last year’s parties?” he asks with a wicked grin.

You feel heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. “No! Um... well, yeah,” you stammer out, trying to play it cool. “But mostly because I think joining a frat would be fun. Plus, I heard you guys had some... interesting traditions.”

Tom’s eyes light up at your comment, and he leans in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Oh, we do have our share of fun here,” he says, “And if it were up to me, you’d be a full member today, but you know how these things work don’t you?”

Your stomach does a little flip-flop at the thought of hazing, equal parts nervousness and excitement coursing through you. “Yeah” Trying not to sound too eager, you ask. “What kind of stuff do I have to do?”

Tom grins, “that, my friend,” he says mysteriously, leaning in even closer, “is the fun part—you never know what we’ll throw at you.”

You swallow thickly, trying to regain your composure. “Sounds... fun,” you manage, not entirely convincingly. “So, uh, what happens next?”

“Simple,” Tom says, standing up. “I’ll introduce you to the brothers later tonight at our weekly meeting. And remember, don’t be a pussy.” He slaps your back hard enough to make you stagger slightly before leading you towards the door.

You rub your sore back as you follow him out of the house and onto the fraternity porch. “Hey, Tom,” you call back over your shoulder. “Um...anything I should know about tonight.”

Tom stops dead in his tracks, turning around slowly to face you with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “You’ll just have to show up and find,” he teases, winking at you before closing the door behind him.

You let out a frustrated groan, staring at the closed door for a moment before shaking your head and starting down the steps towards your dorm room. Your mind is racing with possibilities of what they might make you do.

Your mind goes back to last year hearing about the pledge panty raids. The thought alone causes a twitch in your crotch, and you can’t help but wonder what else these fraternity brothers had up their sleeves for the pledges.