Woody's New World: The Initiation

Robert joined a fraternity, and the night of his initiation, he finds himself naked and being paddled by a group of nearly naked men. Only, he becomes a little too physically excited by the spanking, and his new frat brothers nickname him "Woody" as a result. Only, the experience has done nothing but turn Robert's world upside down. He finds himself questioning his sexuality completely. By sheer coincidence, he ends up in a campus gay bar, where he finds his ultimate answer.

This is a short story that contains explicit and graphic depictions of both gay and straight oral sex. As such, this short is intended only for mature and adult readers.

Excerpt:

The paddle stung against my bare ass. Around me, the fraternity brothers of Omicron Phi Omicron stood wearing nothing but black bikini-thong underpants, and on their heads, they wore more modest white cotton drawers with elastic waistbands with their eyes staring out the leg holes. I clenched my teeth and tried to not look at them. I knew the line they expected, and I had already repeated it ad infinitum already. "Thank you brothergive me another." The paddle smacked me again, and I could feel heat rise in my butt.

Honestly, I had no problem being naked, on all fours, and getting spanked by guys wearing tightie-whities on their heads. This was my fraternity initiation, and I expected something this degrading. You hear about hazing lore on just about any college campus, and it's something that you have to go through if you want to be rushed and part of a fraternity. I knew that upfront. To be honest, up until this point, the paddling hadn't been all that bad. Each of Omicron Phi Omicron's brothers took turn, but most only took three or five swats against my backside. Then, Chad came along. I kept count, and he was already up to 26. Chad was the last, and he seemed to prolong it. Strangely enough, he also seemed to be enjoying himself the most. Yet, it was still the least of my worries.

"Dude," Chad shouted, "He's got a boner!"

Someone else chimed in: "Lets call him Woody, from now on!"

Everybody started laughing, and they began chanting Wood-dee, Wood-dee, Wood-dee!

I blushed, truly humiliated. I knew, from now on, the Woody nickname would follow me around, no matter how much I may not want it.

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