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"OK, pledge...STRIP!!"

Simon swallowed hard as the pledgemaster glared at him.  He wanted to be accepted into the fraternity, and he knew that there would be some weird hazing rituals involved, but he had no idea what they would be.  He was in the middle of a circle of frat brothers, and the idea of stripping in front of the leering seniors made him blush from head to toe.  The basement of the frat house was cold and damp, but Simon slowly did as he was told until he was shivering in his CK boxer briefs.

"All the way, asshole,"  the pledgemaster barked.  "And put this on!"

He held out a skimpy jockstrap with a bright red pouch.  Simon slipped the sexy garment on, adjusting his package to fit into the tiny pouch, accompanied  by the snickers of the frat boys.  As he bent down to pull the straps up his legs, his exposed ass received a  stinging slap from an anonymous hand behind him.

"HEY!" Simon protested weakly, and immediately he was gagged with a red bandanna that matched the now-bulging red pouch he wore.

"Mrrffffff!" Simon grunted, as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth.

He was pushed and prodded, and his arms were twisted behind his back.  His wrists were quickly tied with white rope, and he was thrown down onto a rickety old wooden chair.
More rope was quickly tied around his upper arms and chest, and his legs were stretched back and tied to the rear chair legs.

"Here's the deal," the pledgemaster said, smirking.  "You get one half-hour to get out of the ropes.  You have to struggle the whole time or it doesn't count.  If you DO get loose, you don't make the cut.  If you struggle with your full strength the whole half-hour and still DON'T get loose, you pass!"

Simon winced as the pledgemaster used a marker to write "PLEDGE 1" on his chest.  As the frat brothers left the basement, each one gave Simon's exposed package a stroke through the thong-pouch.  By the time the last member left, poor Simon was as hard as a brick.  He started struggling as he'd been instructed, and the ropes held.  He thought maybe he could work the gag out of his mouth using his tongue, but then he thought that would be held against him, so he left it in place.  He was even afraid to make too much noise while he struggled in the ropes, so he kept his gagged moans to a minimum.

It seemed like hours before the frats returned. 

"Good job, buddy! You're still tied up tight, just the way we like our pledges!  You pass!"

Simon smiled beneath his gag. "An ah et uty ow?" he grunted, the rough translation being "Can I get untied now?"

"You pass Phase One!" the pledgemaster said, grinning evilly.  "There are TEN phases to the first round of initiation....and you will be kept bound and gagged through them all. Now, are you ready for Phase Two?"

Simon moaned in defeat and nodded meekly.