INITIATE AND INSEMINATE
Title: “Initiate and Inseminate”: A Debauchery-Filled Fraternity Night
The frat house was in full swing, a weekend night chalk-full of liquor, laughter, and lust. The pledge class, selected for initiation into the revered Greek letter society, huddled nervously in a corner. They knew what was coming – a night of hazing, debauchery, and probably some light hazing. Little did they know the depravity they were in for.
Bigge, the burly fraternity president, mounted a table, beer in hand. “ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE CUMS! It’s initiation time!” The room erupted in cheers and angry chants. Bigge continued, “But first… I think it’s time we all got… acquainted.” He gave a sly wink to the rowdy crowd.
Without further ado, Bigge unzipped his pants, whipping out his sizable cock. “Who wants the first taste of a real man?” Hands shot in the air, fraternity brothers rushes to their president. One eager soul, a lanky blonde, dove on Bigge’s member, greedily slurping and sucking. The pledge class watched in shock. This was not in any orientation pamphlet.
“See, pledges? This is the true spirit of brotherhood. Now… who’s ready to get initiated properly?” Bigge grinned, motioning to the incredulous recruits. One by one, nervously but obediently, the “fresh meat” began stripping down. By the time they were naked, the fraternity boys were in a frenzy, drunk on booze and power.
The first pledge, a beefy linebacker type, found himself abducted by a pack of older Greeks. They forcefully bent him over a couch, slapping his bare ass and fondling his manhood. Cheers and whistles filled the room as his initiation began. One frat member took the lead, positioning his thick cock at the pledge’s entrance. “Hope you’re ready to be an official brother!” And with no warmth of lube, the fraternity boy thrusted into his pledging partner. The room erupted in lustful shouts and applause.
Soon, more freshmen pledges were “inked” into the brotherhood, sandwiched by the lusty Greeks, their holes stretched to epic proportions. The floor, now slick with sweat and seed, became a debauched slip ‘n slide of initiation revelry. Not one inaugural anal Martha’s vineyard was lost in the woeful sea of sexual release.
Even the girlfriends and fuckbuddies of the frat boys were not exempt from the sink into ramrod depravity. As the night dragged on, and our dick-ened initiates looked on, fully initiatedErrors found themselves partnered off, their holes piledriven by the kind of alpha male euphoria only found in the confines of a college frat house.
Slowly, the once nervous freshmen were initiated into the darker side of bro culture. They learned that initiation into this frat wasn’t just a party, but a blood (and other fluids) pact of carnal abandon. And so, from that night on, class was in session for the new(ly fully railed) fraternity family. They had been initiated and inseminated into a world of sexual depravity where the only mantra was fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.
As the sun rose the next morning, only the memory of the night’s sins remained. And the sweat-smelly sheets, of course. Not even the delirious hangovers could wash away the momentous occasion. Because even in the sober light of day, the pledges knew that nothing, not even the most depraved acts, could keep them from a lifetime of brotherly (or hopefully brotherly) love.
