The next two days were a blur. I had a great time being alone and playing house with Kyle. However, the specter of my upcoming brotherhood testing hung over everything. Fortunately my lover not only understood he was able to help. He even bent brotherhood rules to help me relax over what was to come. I was probably the best prepared pledge ever when I was escorted to the AOK house right after our first swim practice of the semester.
Troy, Dom and two guys they introduced as fellow members grabbed me in the locker room just as I was finishing my post practice shower. I was ordered to dress and come with them. They marched me across campus as if I was being taken to prison; one in front, one in back and one on each side of me. Along the way I saw that at least one of my fellow pledges was being similarly treated. Jerry was on the path ahead of me surrounded by four brothers. As it turned out Jason's TM had brought him back to the house a few minutes before we arrived. We were once again left in the basement room where we had met on the first night. Only difference was we were not naked.
"Fuck, any of this starting to get creepy to you guys?" Jason asked as soon as we were alone.
Jerry and I admitted that we were a little weirded out by some of the formal shit. None of us were really ready to start trashing the ways of the brotherhood. We mostly discussed our concerns over the volume of shit we could be tested on. Since we were basically told to know everything in the books we were given we had no way to know exactly what might be asked. We did not have long to begin finding out. Brock entered the room along with our TMs and two other brothers. All of them wore hooded robes.
"Welcome back pledges," Brock said with a big smile. "Today we will begin to test your knowledge of the brotherhood. You know brothers Dominick, Caleb and Derrick. Let me introduce Dante Myers and Ray Feldman."
"Greetings brother Dante and Brother Ray," We said in near unison as we offered our hands.
Dante Meyers was a tall African American senior who was a standout wide receiver on the football team. Everyone said he was a lock to be an early round NFL draft pick. I was excited about the prospect of getting to suck another hot black cock. That it was attached to such a handsome, sexy, muscular hunk of a man added to the excitement I felt. Ray Feldman was an interesting contrast to the tall, black, Adonis, football star. Ray was short and stout. I learned later that he was an NCAA champion wrestler and had a very taut, sexy, muscular body. But standing next to Dante the five-seven, sandy haired white kid wouldn't have stood out at all except for his sparkling green eyes and incredibly cute smile.
As we exchanged handshakes Brock continued, "Excellent, you are fast learners. Dante and Ray are the brotherhood's archivists. As such they are the most familiar with our lore and ways. They will be asking questions based upon the material you were to study over break. This is only a first test to gauge your initial learning."
Brock paused and eyed us while we nervously awaited the test.
"Now for future tests a reward system will be employed. However since failure is considered likely in this phase we use a punishment system. To start for each incorrect answer you will be required to remove an article of clothing. The first of you to be completely naked will submit himself to two whacks from each of the TMs. The second to be naked will get a single whack from each TM. The third will escape that fate. However, once you are naked, additional wrong answers will be punished with a whack."
It didn't seem so bad and I was fairly confidant about the amount of studying I had done. However when the TMs retrieved the paddles and stood at what resembled parade rest with them on display in their hands I realized these would be no timid smacks with open palms. Still I doubted I would be the first one out. My confidence grew as the questioning began. The archivist started out with the easiest of questions. At least fifteen had been asked before the first piece of clothing, Jerry's shoe was removed. Next I lost both shoes when it was ruled that my mixing up the steps in the ritual of bonding was two errors.
As the questions increased in difficulty I held a lead. But Jason was only a sock behind me. Jerry was down to his boxers. He seemed really worried about loosing. However, he got lucky on the next two rounds. Jason and I got our questions wrong while Jerry fielded what seemed like softballs. That left me in my tee shirt and tight knit boxers. Jason on the other hand only wore a jock. Jerry still had a chance. But his next question was one you would have had to have memorized the picture captions in the books to know. Jerry hadn't studied that hard. He slipped off his underwear and dutifully walked to the front of the room.
"Bend over and brace yourself on this chair," Brock instructed dispassionately.
The TMs seemed to delight in giving him his hard whacks. When he returned to stand next to us I could see the tears in Jerry's eyes. I had to give him credit for holding them back. I felt bad as I was wishing Jason bad luck. However, he got a relatively simple question and attention turned back to me. I still don't believe the answer to the question I got was in any of the books. But protest and appeal were not part of the rules. As I started to pull off my tee shirt, I was instructed to do bottoms first.
So there I stood with my dick on display. On one side of me was a naked classmate with a very red ass. On the other was a guy wearing only a jock strap. With six robed guys standing in front of us it was like some bizarre scene in a bad movie. But it was no movie and soon there was going to be another red ass. I had forgotten that Jerry was still required to answer questions. To his obvious relief he got his next answer correct. I had to fight to keep from smiling when Jason missed his next question. He peeled off the jock, bent over the chair and gamely took his whacks.
"John," Brock practically bellowed as Jason return to his spot, "It is time for you to show what a fine brother you will be to your fellow pledges. Drop to your knees and show your compassion and empathy for your pledge mates by soothing their stinging flesh with tongue and lips. Remember their flesh burns instead of yours only through the luck of the draw."
I moved behind my fellow pledges and went to my knees. I saw a hint of a smile on Brock's face as I began to kiss the red marks on Jerry's ass. I had no idea exactly what was expected of me. This particular ritual did not appear in any of the books I was given to study over break. I alternated between Jason and Jerry's asses gently kissing their red stinging flesh. After several minutes Brock reminded me that he had told me to use my tongue. I licked my future brother's asses like a puppy licks his owners face. By the time I was told to stop both of their red asses were covered in my saliva and my cock was about three-quarters erect.
The questions began again as I stood there with my cock pointing forward. Several rounds passed before another wrong answer was given. Jerry was made to step forward and take another hard whack of the paddle. With his ass already sore it wasn't surprising that he cried out when the wood contacted his flesh.
"I hope you will study harder in the future, pledge. You don't take punishment very well," Brock said harshly as Jerry returned to the line.
I got my next question wrong and gamely pulled my tee shirt over my head. I was surprised when I was told to step forward for my whack. I had thought I would get my first one only after missing another question. I was actually shaking as I stood bent over waiting for Dom to deliver the blow. I was stunned by the force of the blow and the stinging that that it caused. I bit into my lip to suppress the yelp that tried to escape my throat.
We spent the next hour being grilled with what seemed to me to be increasingly hard questions. When it was over and we were left alone to wait for whatever came next none of us could sit. We all acknowledged how painful and humiliating the experience had been. We also recognized that it had in some odd way been a bonding experience. We spontaneously engaged in a group hug. I am sure that we were quite a sight for however was monitoring the camera in the room; three naked guys with flaming red asses in a tight embrace. We remained locked in that hug for awhile which caused what turned out to be an unfortunate effect. All three of us became fully aroused.
When Brock suddenly burst through the door with his assistant Colin we flew apart and lined up as if waiting for inspection. Brock looked disappointed while Colin had a look of glee and a bulge in his shorts. Whether or not Brock was aroused was hidden by his robe.
