Re: Pledge Diaper - a novice learns from his college ‘brothers’ Part 1 and 2
Six strong, sturdy, sexy young guys were standing around a large old oak table chanting letters from the Greek alphabet. They were nude apart from each was wearing just a pure white cloth diaper, held in place by a central large safety pin; their bodies glistened in the reflection of mirrors and candlelight.
It became clear that these fantastic specimens of the All-American Jock were taking part in some kind of fraternity house mumbo-jumbo that many of the esteemed organisations for further education encourage. Looking at the well-defined bodies; firm legs, pecs, abdomen and chests that had been worked on and developed to give an edge on the field of play, I too so wanted to be one of those to pledge themselves to these particular fraternity comrades.
The chanting finished and one of the assembled opened a side door. He led in a smaller, blindfolded version of himself dressed in standard college issue blue PE shorts and t-shirt. Despite the covering there was no denying that the new boy was every bit as toned and as tight as the pledge masters who surrounded him.
“Brothers,” said one of the six, “tonight we are asked to admit one to our house. He has agreed to obey the tasks as set by those of Alpha-Lambda. First we need to perform the ceremony of the ‘change’ and raise this applicant from being a boy… into a human worthy of being one of us… a Brother in the Alpha-Lambda.”
The blindfolded pledger was helped up and stood in the middle of the table, feet slightly apart but with his body fully erect. A pair of scissors was produced by each of the six pledge masters and they began to cut away at the lad’s scanty garments. His tight fitting blue nylon shorts and t-shirt were soon cut in tiny pieces about his feet, but, a tiny pair of white nylon bikini briefs was left barely concealing his half-swollen cock.
“And now to lose those useless things.” Two guys moved in with scissors ready.
I was terrified they were going to cut the boy’s manhood off but I need not have worried.
Placing the open blades at the side of each thigh they snipped simultaneously at the waistband of the soft fabric. As the destroyed piece of nylon gently fell from his body, caressing his inner thigh on its descent to the table top, the lad’s buns flexed together whilst his cock sprung to immediate attention in front. The six guys then traced and teased patterns with their metal scissor blades along the length of his hard pulsating cock, between his legs and over the globes of his fantastic, quivering butt. The youth’s sturdy dick throbbed and oozed but he somehow knew he wasn’t allowed to let his inhibitions go.
They tortured him in this way for a few minutes and the bulges in the spunky pledge master’s diapers said they were enjoying the spectacle in their own special way. As the metal glided over the lad’s beautifully smooth, tight body one of the six announced it was time. The scissors were put away and a small white parcel was produced. Ceremoniously unwrapping and unfolding the item soon revealed a fresh, pristine diaper.
Holding them up the spokesman declared, “With the wearing of the Sacred Diaper, you are reborn and only the Brotherhood pursuits remain.” With that they lay the still blindfolded young freshman out on the table and he was ceremoniously wrapped in his new, and future, underwear.
In my vision - the gym shorts and the briefs had looked fantastic on the lad’s superbly sculptured body but as the thick, padded cotton moulded neatly over his young tight butt, the sight of the soft fabric proudly emasculating him was spectacular. The fraternity of Alpha-Lambda took this as their cue and all took turns stroking and massaging their new inductee’s thick, proud but now protected mound.
Soon, as the initial excitement had died down a little, they produced a pair of plastic pants, as white and pristine as the diaper but with five rows of lacy frills across the bottom. The boy stood on the table erect, honoured and bulging as his new Pledge Masters whooped and hollered their approval.
The ceremony wasn’t over. Inspired by the sheen of his plastic pants glimmering in the candlelight, they all produced baby bottles filled with milk and, whilst chanting the Greek letters and pledge motto, squirted the contents all over the new boy. He didn’t know what it was and the initial spurt caught him off guard. He quickly realised, whatever he thought it was, he had to put up with it if he wanted to be accepted by this bunch of pledge brothers and so become one of them.
As the milk-soaked, and blindfolded, freshman was escorted to the exit he was told, “You now hold the insignia of the Alpha-Lambda Brotherhood. Tomorrow you must return as you are now dressed to perform a task and where you will receive the next part of your future dress-code.”
As he stood outside in the empty hallway the young, muscular initiate removed his blindfold. Looking down he could see his messy diaper and plastic protection dripping with gobs of creamy milk. He knew his college life was going to be exciting but now, dressed in his ‘brotherhood’ clothes, he couldn’t wait for the next part of the ceremony to begin.
How the diaper ended up in a plastic bag in the middle of the street I have no idea but I wish I were at the Alpha-Lambda meeting when the diaperless novice would have to explain their disappearance. Would he try to get a different diaper to wear? Would he have to pay a forfeit? Would the Pledge Masters cast him out? What would the next step be?
Meanwhile, I shall be having many little initiations of my own whilst wearing that well-used terry towelling diaper, whilst figuring out how to get my hands on the missing, frilly plastic diaper cover.