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This is a true story of an embarrassing incident from college and it happened to me.
First a little back ground.
In High School I was buff with three Varsity letters in swimming. I was 5 foot 10 inches and 180 pounds with a 28 inch waist line. In my senior year, 1965, I was ranked 9th or 10th in the State of Illinois in my events (100 yard butterfly and 200 yard individual medley).
My High School won every conference championship against our rival from the southern suburbs of Chicago. It was always a close call and the rivalry was very serious with fist fights erupting between students of the two schools from time to time. No guns, it was a simpler time.
I wasn't world class, maybe top 200 in the US, but got offered a full scholarship at a state funded University. My grades were very good and I graduated in the top 10% of my class. The academic rating of the scholarship school was not that great so instead of taking it, the right decision, I made the wrong decision and went to a privately funded school in nearby Indiana that had a much higher academic ranking.
When I got to the school I lived in the Dorm, a requirement of the University. In addition, you were not permitted to live in private housing, except Fraternities, until your Junior year. The University didn't meddle much in Fraternity affairs because they didn't want to rock the housing boat. We were pretty much ignored by officials and only got into trouble with the University if the police got involved.
The University was religion based, requiring successful completion of several theology courses to graduate, so most of the Fraternities were pretty straight laced and conservative. But like most schools there are always some party animals that cannot be suppressed.
A couple of Fraternities could have been the inspiration for the movie "Animal House" with heavy drinking and sex going on virtually around the clock every weekend. A serious University with high academic standards, that didn't happen with many during the week since it was difficult to keep your grades high enough to stay if you did that 24/7.
As a good looking jock, known to most from my swimming, Varsity first year, I was invited to pledge several of the Fraternities, one of them, an animal house. Since the Fraternity had a reputation for wild weekend parties and lots of women "fans", at the end of my Freshman year, I pledged and became an active member.
The parties were wild, the Fraternity was known to be well funded, had a party hardy reputation and had a large jock membership. It was a popular place on weekends for the rebelling preacher's kids and others like myself, testing our new found freedom.
My 2nd year I moved into the first floor front bedroom next to the front door of the House. At that time I had discovered the fun of staying up late, getting up late, drinking and sexing as much as possible.
I was also having a problem figuring out why I was there. I was staying up later and later, not going to classes and not doing what my family paid for me to do, but I was having a wonderful time.
That first semester, the next pledge class was selected and were still living in the Dorm except during the two weeks of Hell Week. They were not allowed to leave the House except for classes. Also, they were required to obey all orders of all actives, except for felonious acts, acts that were likely to result in permanent injury and outright sexual service. The entire pledge class was required to be awake and on standby for orders until all actives were asleep.
The hazing was severe and constant during waking hours and Actives were constantly humiliating pledges with stupid but embarrassing games and demands. Actives would trick pledges into disobeying rules, insist on humiliating or impossible tasks so they could give them swats with the pledge's three foot oak paddles. Swats from those paddles while nude and bent over in front of whoever wanted to watch was very painful and embarrassing. Most pledges had very red puffy asses throughout most of the two weeks of Hell Week.
As I said earlier, I was always prowling around bored, watching TV, drinking beer or anything that didn't have to do with studying for classes. The pledges were not getting any sleep since I was an active and up most of the night. I told them to ignore me but they didn't believe it, thinking I was trying to trick them.
Wouldn't you know it but the pledge class captain was the top sprinter from my High School's rival swim team! He was a big guy, more suited to football than swimming and the friction created by the old rivalry persisted.
Finally one night I was tired and turned in around 4 AM. It was a hot fall night and I was sleeping nude with just a sheet.
Suddenly I was grabbed by several strong hands. A pillow case was pulled over my head so I couldn't see.
I was kicking and punching to fight off the attackers. However, I was still a little drunk and mostly asleep.
Finally, duct tape was wrapped around my ankles over the sheet. Someone laid on top of me and my arms were pulled behind my back under the sheet and held by his weight and powerful arms. He growled, "this will teach you to keep us up all night."
Another warned me not to move because they had a knife and didn't want to cut my balls off "right away."
"Right away?" my mind shrieked! Not knowing what they were doing or how serious they were, I froze.
