You're lifted off the ground by all the pledges and frat brothers and they start walking you towards the front door. Holy shit are they going to take you outside? LIKE THIS? Having all these beautiful women see you was your worst nightmare, you'll never live that down, but the sorority houses are all on sorority row and nd it's 12:45... they're all home from classes for lunch. This hits you like a bad of bricks. Maybe they won't be outside though. Maybe most of them will be inside and you'll be gone by the time they come out.
Maybe.
Or maybe they all knew this was going to happen, maybe they're all waiting for that door to open, hundreds of girls and boys. Maybe there was a notice sent out to the whole campus... "Come see freshman loser get punished by ENM on sorority row. Be there by 12:30."
The door opened and he saw it... the entire college campus gathered. Hundreds of people cheering, laughing, hollering, with me being carried towards...
Oh god. Is that... They wouldn't, oh god no, please not that!
A wooden X on a raised platform. It was the kind you kneeled on with calf and ankle straps securing your feet behind you, and arms in the air, stretched to the edges of the X with 5 straps. No movement.
you're led onto the stage and everyone cheers and laughs as your get in full view of everyone in the crowd. Then you see Kylie... You've had a crush on Kylie for 3 years but could never get up the courage to talk to her. Why is she here? How is she here?
"Oh yeah, we made sure to send an invitation to everyone from your graduating class, and a special one to *Kylie.* You should hide your little diary better." He whispers to you. Then he steps up to the microphone as you're still being held by the rest of the frat bothers. "Welcome to the hazing of Y/N everyone, I am so glad you could join us!" He winks at the dean who is standing in the back smirking. "Since this loser couldn't handle a little bit of tickling like a real man, I think we need to make sure he can't move this time. Since getting into ENM is off the table for this poor guy, there is no time limit. $5 a minute for your turn tickling his most sensitive spots. Lucky for you we already know his worst one and for his pits... it's $1 a minute. That way you can really take your time..."
This can not be happening, you think you might die.
"And lastly... I don't think its fair that those lovely people in the back don't get the treat of seeing his tiny boner against his little boy undies... I think we should strap him up NAKED."
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