Hope's Hardcore Hazing

Sorry it's been so long since my last post. I procrastinate a lot. Here's a quick one-shot story for you all. As always, let me know if you have any feedback or ideas!

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‘Welcome to paradise, dude.’

As 19-year-old Charlie stepped through the threshold of the Gamma Nu Sigma frat house for the first time since making his pledge, he paused to take in his surprisingly vibrant surroundings. When he started searching for a fraternity, he’d only hoped to avoid anything that could be described with the word ‘dingy’. But these boys, it seemed, knew how to live. The open and airy front room was strewn with beanbags of every colour, all facing a massive TV with the most elaborate sound system he’d ever seen.

‘Jeez, someone’s got money,’ he muttered to himself, impressed.

Brad, the long-haired guy who had let him in, chuckled. ‘Yeah, that’s Connor. He’s kind of our de facto leader ‘cause his family has like four generations of history at this school. Have you met him yet?’

When Charlie shook his head, Brad walked to the staircase and craned his neck upward. ‘Hey! Con! Newbie’s here!’

‘Well, alright!’ Came the swagger-filled reply from somewhere above. In an instant the tall, dark-featured senior-year student had sauntered downstairs and clapped Charlie on the back, slightly harder than he was comfortable with. ‘What’s up, new blood? Welcome to GNS territory. The other guys are out right now but everyone should be here tonight. Party’s gonna be sick. You gotta be there.’

The tone of that last sentence sounded a little firm for an invitation, but Charlie brushed it off. He was determined to be cool. Plus, maybe he’d get laid. ‘Hell yeah, dude. GNS for life.’ He put out his fist and Connor bumped it.

‘Fuckin’ A, man. I’ll let you do whatever, I gotta go pick someone up.’ Connor grabbed his car keys off the kitchen bench and disappeared out the front door.

Charlie turned back to Brad, who had been watching their interaction from the far wall. ‘He always that pumped up?’

Brad shrugged. ‘Mostly. Dude’s a party animal. You’ll see tonight. ‘Til then… Wanna play Mario Kart?’ Charlie grinned.

The evening passed quickly as more frat boys trickled into the house. By 8pm the main room was filled with over a dozen young men, about half of whom Charlie knew from earlier events. They scattered around the room, drinking and chattering noisily. Charlie was busy making acquaintances of some of the men when from the doorway there came a booming ‘OKAY, GAMMA NU SIGMA!’

All heads turned to see Connor’s triumphant return, grinning from ear to ear. ‘I’m sure most of you are aware why I’ve brought you all here.’ That was odd. The first pangs of uneasiness rose in Charlie’s stomach.

‘We’ve got ourselves a new pledge! And we need to give him a proper welcome.’ Connor strode across the room and grabbed Charlie by the shoulder. ‘Charlie, my man… you’re not a true GNS member quite yet.’

He continued, ‘I like you, man, but you still gotta prove you really wanna be part of the crew. We’ve got a little… rite of passage for you.’

The other frat boys all moved to the edge of the floor as the front door swung open again. Into the room stepped a strikingly beautiful girl. Shoulder-length, asymmetrical brown hair framed her delicate features, emphasised by black eyeliner and lipstick that made a stark contrast to her ivory skin.

Her lithe, petite figure was adorned with a cropped red t-shirt that draped loosely over her bust, and black cotton leggings that clung to every curve of her hips and toned thighs. The outfit was completed by a simple choker and Doc Marten boots that gave her a powerful aura despite her diminutive frame.

Charlie caught his breath, momentarily stunned as the girl bounced across the room to Connor’s side. She wrapped her arms around the tall boy and grinned. ‘Hey.’ She then clasped her hands behind her back and began to rock back and forth on her feet absently.

Connor chuckled. ‘Charlie, this is my sister, Hope.’

*Well, shit.* The cavalcade of erotic fantasies that had erupted in Charlie’s mind ground to a halt.

‘My kid sister here is an essential part of our initiation ritual. In fact, it was her idea. Ain’t that right, H?’

Hope nodded. ‘Does he know yet?’ She asked eagerly.

‘Uh, yeah, so what are we doing?’ Charlie ventured nervously. He’d heard about fraternity hazing, of course, but he had started to hope he was in the clear.

Connor motioned to the other fraternity members. ‘Clear the floor, guys.’ Obediently, they dragged the beanbag chairs to the walls.

‘Here’s the deal.’ Connor crossed his arms and looked Charlie dead in the eyes. ‘We gotta know you’re one hundred per cent committed. So, first things first, you’re gonna strip. Right now.’

Charlie gasped. ‘H-here? In front of everyone? But - I -’

‘Right now, pledge. Come on.’

Charlie breathed deeply, then pulled his shirt off and threw it aside, followed by his shoes and jeans. Grasping the waistband of his briefs, he hesitated, but the stares of the siblings told him there was no going back. Closing his eyes, he yanked downward, revealing an embarrassing truth - His fantasies had gotten him a little too excited.

The frat members stared, some snickering, some cringing. Charlie’s heart pounded. Connor scowled. ‘Dude. What the fuck? That’s my sister.’ He leaned down and whispered something in Hope’s ear. She smiled.

‘Alright. Lie down. Right there in the middle, spread-eagled.’ There was no hint of friendliness left in Connor’s voice.

Starting to shake, Charlie complied, making himself completely vulnerable on the floor. ‘Good,’ Connor nodded. In a warmer tone, he turned to his sister. ‘Now, Hope, wanna tell the newbie what you’ll be doing?’

Hope strode over to where Charlie lay, rested her hands on her well-defined hips and stared him down. Her voice as sickly sweet and smooth as honey, she purred, ‘Now, newbie, I get to stomp your balls into paste.’

‘No! Please!’ Charlie spluttered. He looked around at the other boys in panic. ‘I’ll do anything else. Please.’

‘Sorry, pledge.’ Connor looked smug. ‘Every single man in this room got the exact same treatment. You’ll live.’

Charlie was distraught. ‘Brad? Did you know?’

Brad grimaced apologetically. ‘Sorry, man. Frat rules. Total secrecy.’

Hope stepped between Charlie’s legs and gently pressed her toe into the base of his cock. ‘I know you’re trying to see up my shirt, perv.’ He hadn’t been, but now he couldn’t help himself, and his still-engorged member wasn’t helping his case.

‘Hope, don’t do this.’ Charlie pleaded. ‘I know you don’t wanna hurt me.’

Hope rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t you ever listen? This was *my fucking idea*.’ She lifted her foot as she spoke, and punctuated her sentence by slamming it back down. Beneath her unforgiving heel, Charlie’s eggs were crushed for the first time, and the agony was blinding. He unleashed a piercing scream.

‘Oh, you’re one of the noisy ones. That makes it fun.’ Hope stomped gleefully again and again, her target’s manhood softening and shrivelling with each blow.

‘I knew you were gonna get hard. You fucking frat losers always do.’ *Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.* ‘It makes such a good excuse to go nuclear on your sack, though.’ *Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.* Charlie’s mind was a slurry of incomprehensible pain. He barely heard Hope’s words, but she didn’t seem deterred as her grin only widened. *Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.* Her boot brutalised his most delicate parts, over and over, until after an eternity she tired herself out.

Charlie slowly returned to lucidity as his tormentor bent forward with her hands on her thighs, panting. He managed to prop himself up on one elbow. ‘Are… are we done?’

Connor and the other boys began to snicker. Hope shot him a glare so passionate it almost made him enter cardiac arrest and orgasm at the same time. ‘Toughen up, newbie. We haven’t even started.’

Charlie’s eyes scanned the room in disbelief. ‘You… *all* went through this? And you’re okay with it?’

‘Yeah, ‘course they are,’ Connor retorted. ‘It’s fair. Aaand it’s funny as fuck to watch.’

‘Did you ever have to take it?’ Charlie’s eyes narrowed as Connor suddenly looked uncomfortable. He opened his mouth, but stopped.

Hope stepped in front of her brother. ‘Oh, he’s not gonna tell you about that. But I will.’ Connor glared at her but kept his mouth shut. Hope brushed her hair out of her eyes as she knelt and seized the base of Charlir’s scrotum with the thumb and forefinger of both hands. She slid her fingers downward with a deliberate intensity, tugging on the gonads until they each slipped through her grasp. She repeated this motion as her story began.

‘See, when we were kids, Con was a total dick. He thought being born first gave him divine right to treat me like shit. He pulled my hair, destroyed my dolls… you name it, basically. And I didn’t think I could stop him. Until the day I discovered testicles.’ Hope increased the pressure on Charlie’s nuts as she said this. She began to roughly massage and knead them, tracing circles with her thumbs. ‘I was still in middle school. One day some kid took my friend’s backpack, and he was dangling it out of reach. She didn’t even hesitate, just jammed her knee into his crotch. He doubled over crying and she got her bag back. That was when I knew what I had to do.’

Hope’s dainty, scarlet-painted fingers explored Charlie’s manhood, pressing and squeezing from every possible angle. She cocked her head to the side in concentration as she monologued. ‘When I got home that day, I was so pissed off I didn’t even wait for Connor to do something wrong. I just marched into his bedroom where he was sitting on his bed and planted my foot in his lap. He started whimpering, and I pinned him there while I explained what I’d do if he ever fucked with me again. Of course, he didn’t listen.’

‘We went in circles for, like, three years. He’d do something stupid, I’d get mad and bash his nuts in, he’d sulk until the bruising went away and do it again.’ Hope settled into a hypnotic rhythm of twisting and flattening, causing just enough pain to hold Charlie’s attention. ‘By the end I kinda liked it. Causing ball pain was an outlet for me. But then Con moved on campus when he started college, and we basically stopped annoying each other now that we weren’t in the same house all the time.’

‘I needed new targets. Connor got into Gamma Nu Sigma when he was a freshman, and I figured with how much of this frat’s stuff was paid for by our dad, they couldn’t really say no to us. So I asked Connor very nicely to suggest a new hazing ritual. Some of the guys were a little worried about letting a teenage girl into the frat house at first, but I… persuaded them.’ Hope released her fleshy playthings and sat down. She lifted a leg, traced a finger along the boot’s hard rubber sole and sighed. ‘Newbie, I can’t even describe how good it feels to know that every man in here has felt this boot crushing his nutsack.’

‘Speaking of which’ - She shifted her position and grabbed Charlie’s ankles - ‘I’ve been going easy on you for too long.’ Hope yanked Charlie towards her, leaned back and propelled both heels into his groin with debilitating force. He cried out as she ground his swollen orbs into his pelvis, then began to alternate vicious stomps, each individually hard enough to reduce a man to tears, but together a barrage of unimaginable suffering.

‘So yeah, every single new pledge to come through that door in the last three years has gotten this welcome.’ Hope flicked her hair out of her eyes, pushing her boot deeper into Charlie’s bruised pubic area, repeatedly trying to trap a single gonad underfoot until it squished out to one side and she stamped it again. Each blow sent intense convulsions through Charlie’s body. ‘Oh, and don’t worry. I’m not taking your precious boy parts away. If I did that to everyone, there’d be no one left to… you know.’ She smirked, still stomping. ‘Believe me, newbie, if I wanted to, they’d already be gone.’

One of the frat boys leaning against the kitchen bench frowned at that. He gingerly stepped forward. ‘Hey, uh…’

Hope looked over her shoulder and sighed. ‘Ugh. You’re such a fucking buzzkill, Joel. Do you *currently* have two working testicles?’

‘...Yes,’ he conceded.

‘Then where’s the problem?’

‘You hospitalised me! They were both ruptured!’

‘And now they’re not. Stop being a bitch, I’m trying to focus.’ She turned back to Charlie and resumed pulverising his loins, flexing her muscular legs with every blow. ‘Don’t worry, newbie. If I do break anything I’ll make sure the doctors patch you up real good. As long as you promise not to tell them how you got like this, okay? I’d *really* hate to end up getting charged with like thirty counts of battery.’ She smiled charmingly while forcing his knees further apart with her boots, then rammed her foot in between his thighs once more, emphasising her point.

Charlie couldn’t process any of this. Pain radiated to every corner of his mind and body. The impacts blended together, and the giggly little monster abusing his genitals was nothing more than a black-and-red blur. Connor watched with pride as his sister did what she did best, and the other boys crossed their legs and prayed they’d never find themselves in Charlie’s position again.

Finally, Hope stood up, smoothing out her clothes. ‘Man, you bruise easily.’ She deftly lifted Charlie’s scrotum with her toe, inspecting her handiwork. ‘Oh my God, I fucked you up good, huh? They’re totally fucking purple.’

Charlie’s senses were returning to him once more. ‘Does that mean… Are we…’

Hope smiled sympathetically. She knelt beside him, caressed his cheek and whispered into his ear. ‘Aw, newbie… Every time you ask that I add another five minutes.’

She slid on top of Charlie, grasped his shoulders and delivered a savage knee to his defenceless babymakers. She held it in place, mashing his sex organs between her bones and his own. Staring into his eyes with an unnerving intensity, she swung her leg as far back as she could and pounded him again. Charlie’s cries had been reduced to agonised gurgles, which Hope forced from his throat with each blow.

‘You know’ - Hope paused to jerk her slender thigh into his manhood once more - ‘It’s really nice that you don’t wriggle around. Some of these guys ended up with more bruises on their thighs than their nuts. But you’re being such a good - little - punching - bag.’ She kneed him again with each word, locks of chestnut-coloured hair obscuring her crazed expression. She switched knees and kept going. Her bony kneecap hammered Charlie as the minutes crawled by. Fifty hits? Sixty? Charlie was too spent to keep track, and Hope clearly didn’t care. To her, every impact was bliss.

Eventually, the strikes came further apart as Hope’s stamina began to wane. She paused her groin-destroying workout, stood up and wiped her brow. ‘I think he’s nearly done.’ She gave her brother the sweetest puppy-dog eyes she could muster. ‘Con… You got anyone else for me to play with?’

Connor shook his head. ‘Just him today.’

Hope pouted. ‘Huh. Guess I better make the most of it.’ She stretched and cracked her knuckles as she turned back to the beaten Charlie, her cropped shirt lifting to expose her taut, muscular abdomen. ‘One more round, okay, newbie? This one’s gonna be a doozy.’

She stooped and grabbed Charlie by the ankles. He wanted to protest but could barely find the resolve to open his mouth as she lifted his legs and opened them into a wide ‘V’, drawing a vector to his proudly displayed, thoroughly punished genitals. The teenage tormentress raised her knee to chest height and feigned an apologetic smile as her boot heel came crashing down with all her strength, squashing his nutsack flat and sending jolts through his body. Hope radiated sheer joy as she tortured Charlie in ways she could never hope to understand, yanking his feet higher with every stomp.

Despite enduring all the trauma inflicted on him so far, Charlie was starting to break. His eyes were glazed and his breathing laboured. All his senses succumbed to the void of agony and despair. But as the size 4 leather boot continued to annihilate his scrotum, he felt something new. Something somehow worse. His right testicle was… misshapen? *Oh, God.* The last thing he heard before slipping out of consciousness was a feminine voice, saying ‘Oh shit, I think I went overboard again…’

Charlie came to in an uncomfortable bed in a stark white room, his crotch still aching. He blinked a few times. How did he get here? The events of the previous night were a blur. Propping himself up on one elbow, he rolled to the left - And nearly jumped out of his skin.

Hope sat by his bedside, legs crossed, twirling a lock of hair around her finger absently. ‘Hey, newbie,’ she ventured. ‘Uh, sorry about your nut.’

Panicking, Charlie reached between his legs. He sighed in relief when he felt two solid lumps in his battered scrotum.

‘Yeah, they patched you up, just like I said. Connor always makes me stay behind, though.’ She shifted in her seat. ‘If it helps at all, I wasn’t *trying* to rupture it. It just kind of… happened.’

Charlie stared in disbelief at the pint-sized psychopath. ‘H-Hope… You spent all night stomping on my balls… And you’re - argh - only sorry because one of them got ruptured?’

Hope shrugged. ‘Well, yeah. Usually the sore nutsack will wear off in like a week. I get my kicks and you get initiated. Win-win.’

‘Is this about the boner? I didn’t -’

‘Ugh, relax!’ Hope rolled her eyes playfully. ‘I was never mad at you, newbie. You’re allowed to think I’m hot.’

Charlie’s head spun. ‘Then - Why? Why would you - Ohhhhfuckmyballs…’

‘Because boys are cute when they scream.’ Hope jumped up from her seat and pressed his nose gently with her index finger. ‘Boop! See you later, newbie!’ She bounced out of the room.

As the door slammed shut behind her, Charlie was torn. He hoped that was the last he’d ever see of her. But *damn* that was a cute butt.

His eyes finally adjusting to the fluorescent hospital light, Charlie grabbed his phone off the bedside table and dialled Brad’s number.

‘Duuude. Are you good? Last night was crazy.’ Brad didn’t exactly sound concerned.

‘Argh - Brad, how the fuck did I get here?’

‘Connor took you. I tell you, man, he looks out for us.’

‘By letting his psycho sister loose on our nuts? I don’t think I can walk.’

‘Hah.’ Brad scoffed.

‘Welcome to the club.’