The Pet Pledge

Chapter 1: Meeting the Guys

It had been a couple of days since I moved from my home on the East Coast. I was attending a small college in California. I had left behind my lovely girlfriend of two years in the process. I missed her dearly. She was all I had from home. I never had friends. My parents and I had no real relationship either.

One day I went out to explore the campus. It didn’t take long before I started seeing other students.

Having little social skills, I was too shy to talk to any of them. I continued walking until I passed a taller black guy who called me over. I was a small blonde white guy so I thought he was going to bully me.

It turned out he was recruiting for his fraternity. He invited me to come to one of their recruiting events. It was nice to finally talk to someone other than my girlfriend so I agreed to go. I thought this could be my chance to have some real friends for once.

The time had come for me to attend the event. I was the first one to arrive. Their house was what I expected the inside of a frat to look like. It was a little messy but generally in good shape. They had a nice fenced-in backyard that had an older-looking wooden dog house in the back. The house had an unfinished basement with concrete floors, walls, and ceilings. All they had down there was a dog cage in the corner. It looked like it was in storage as there was no dog in the house. 4 men lived there. They were all dark-skinned and much larger than me. They were sophomores. I was 18 at the time. 

We talk for a couple of hours. No one else showed up. For the first time, I felt like one of the guys. Marcus, Ray, Jaylin, and Darren were all so cool. Things were finally looking up for me.

They told me I should pledge to their fraternity. I figured this was my big chance so I accepted happily. I was told to come back next weekend to get started.

I was the only pledge to show up. They told me they only let in one pledge at a time. I had gotten lucky as there was no one to compete with me. All I had to do was follow their rules and I would become one of the guys. I was not going to mess this up.

They told me it was a two-week process. I must follow their rules throughout that time. I agreed blindly. I was going to become one of the guys no matter what.

Throughout the first week, they had me do simple tasks. Get the beer, clean the house, and do their homework. At this rate, I was going to be one of the guys in no time.

The asks became more humiliating in week two, however. One day I was forced to clean the house in a sexy maid outfit. I had no reason to believe this wasn’t typical hazing. I did so willingly. The outfit was a two-piece set with a tiny skirt that partially covered my ass. The top was cropped so my belly was exposed. I had to wear panties, but no bra as I was flat-chested. I had on a choker and white knee-high socks. I wore shiny black heels as well. 

The outfit made me feel vulnerable. Walking in the heels was awkward and hurt my feet quite a bit. I did the dishes, cleaned their toilets, and scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees. I was given a small scrub brush to clean with. It took me a few hours, but I powered through.

I had my ass smacked a couple of times and was laughed at. I had gotten used to being made fun of back home, but this was a new kind of shaming I was not used to.

Unfortunately, the final ask was too much for me. The guys told me I had to serve drinks while dressed in lingerie at their party. I showed up as instructed. I only had on a black lace bra and panties set that I stole from my girlfriend when I moved. She and I were about the same size so they fit just fine. I would use them to fantasize about her but had never worn them until now. When I was a maid for them it felt less dehumanizing. I had on more clothes and it was just the guys. At the party, there were a lot of people. Both girls and guys laughed at me. I had my ass slapped numerous times and would spill drinks because of it. It was so humiliating I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to give up.

The guys were disappointed. They said this was my only chance to prove I had what it took to join. I was devastated. When it was all said and done, my destiny of loneliness seemed inescapable.

I went to class that year friendless. My girlfriend came and visited a couple of times, but beyond that I was lonely. We hadn't had sex yet as a couple. She told me she wanted to wait until marriage. I thought once we went to college she would finally give up on that. Alas, she stuck to her word.

Guys from the parties would bully me in class. They called me a sissy and would grab my ass in class. I would get pantsed in the hallways of the school buildings a few times as well. I couldn't fight back as they would all overpower me.

I talked to my girlfriend about my desire for friendship. She said I should see if the guys would give me another shot. I didn't think they would, but I decided to go back and ask for a second chance.