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by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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An abused pledge in therapy continues the story of his
initiation. (MF+/M, nc, rp, bi, tor, huml, drugs, preg)
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I am sorry that I have not been keeping up with my
report of my abusive hazing at the hands of Billy Chote
and the members of the TKE Fraternity. I have had a
kind of nervous breakdown and been unable to do much of
anything except cry. What a pathetic state for a good
looking formerly healthy nineteen year old boy to be
in, I know. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my
story as told in "Pledge Humiliation Games" I'll just
recap for you a bit.
I went go college at 18, full of hope and enthusiasm.
Shortly thereafter I pledged a fraternity. The pledge
period turned into a sadistic nightmare. I could not
believe the sick perverted things they did to us, and
many of the pledges dropped out. I held out until
almost the end.
Finally I had a breakdown and had to drop out of
school. I initiated a lawsuit against the frat and was
sent to a therapist that the fraternity provided. He
insisted that I recount for him every sick, disgusting
aspect of my initiation. I realized that I had blocked
much of the horror from my mind. The therapist used
hypnosis on me, and suggested that perhaps some of my
"memories" were false and that I was never indeed
abused at all. This freaked me out even more, as I had
been relentlessly sexually abused.
I had to undergo the therapy to complete the lawsuit,
but as time went on, I seemed to regress under the
hypnosis. I couldn't sleep, couldn't hold a job, and
became a nervous wreck. It turns out that the therapist
was an alumni of the fraternity. Still he insisted he
was trying to help me. More and more of our session
took place under hypnosis, and afterward, I would
suffer "hysterical reactions" to my memories.
My asshole began to feel once again as it had felt when
I was anally raped. My mouth would get sore and raw
with my lips swollen just as it had when I had been
forced to suck cock night and day. The therapist said
these were hysterical reactions to my fantasies.
Then the therapist suggested that I meet the Frat
president who had been responsible for most of my
nightmare, Billy Chote. Billy Chote was a handsome
jock and bully. He seemed to live only to fuck and
abuse others. Girls he met seemed to fall under his
charm only to be fucked and dumped by him.