WELCOME TO THE PROFESSION
One of my main fears going to University was hazing. There are so many movies, news, and rumors about it that it makes one look at these practices with a certain degree of horror.
On my first day at the Residence, the director of the center warned that these practices were prohibited and that those who participated in them would be expelled. Hearing this I breathed a sigh of relief.
A few days later we had the presentation day to the students of the Faculty of Medicine. In it the dean had a few words about hazing. He said they were banned from campus, leaving a certain void that we soon discovered.
The next day we started with classes as normal. The first two hours passed without major complications and served to present two of the subjects that we would take that year. The problem came later.
At the end of the second hour of class we had a break. We were going down to the cafeteria when a group of final-year students entered the classroom after the professor left.
"Hello newbies." Said one of them getting on the platform. "You may have been admitted by the faculty, but now you have to go through 'our' admission process."
They made us line up and wrote down the name and phone number of each of the first-year students.
"You will receive the instructions in a phone message. The only thing I can tell you is that you book for Friday night. "
On Thursday the dreaded message arrived. It said the following:
"Hello newbie. On Friday you must dress in white clothes, ALL WHITE CLOTHES, except the pants that must be jeans. You will have to be in the indicated place at 9:00 p.m. If you don't come, there will be consequences. Remember that we know your phone number and your name. "
A map was attached indicating where we should go. It was a parking lot at the foot of a hill that was about a 15-minute walk from campus. Faced with the clear threat, no one considered not going, fearing the possible consequences.
Friday arrived and I dressed as we had been instructed to. Just in case, I put on an old T-shirt and jeans. At the appointed time I arrived at the parking lot.
We were just newbies and there was no one from higher grades. We waited half an hour while the sun went down. When it began to get dark and we were on the verge of despair, several cars appeared, lined up and parked creating a certain ruckus.
From those cars all (or almost all) of the final year students of the faculty got out.
"Well, I see that you know how to obey orders, so you are not entirely morons." He said, the same one who spoke to us in class by climbing on a bench there. "Now I want you to put the men, to call you in some way, to my right and the women to my left."
The veterans also separated into men and women and led us our separate ways into the interior of the mountain. A few had gone ahead and had prepared a bonfire that illuminated the corner of the forest where we were, the boys had separated from the girls.
The same boy who appeared to be leading started calling us one by one and they handed us a garbage bag on which they had written our names. It served to check that we were all there.
"Well, you all have a bag. As you are newbies, you do not have the right to call yourselves medical students, and from now on you will answer 'yes, doctor' to any question we ask you. Is it clear? "
"Yes doctor!" We all responded in unison as if we were military personnel conducting the training.
"I like it that way. Surely none of you pieces of shit have paid for anything you're wearing, right? " he said grabbing one of the rookies by the shirt.
"Right, doctor!" We answer.
"Surely your 'daddies' bought it for you, didn't they?"
"Yes doctor!"
"Well, now you are going to put everything that you have received as parasites in the bag that we have given you." There was a great collective nervousness. "So, you can see how generous we are, we let you stay in your underpants."
A nervous dance began around the bonfire.
I put my cell phone, my wristwatch, and my wallet first. I took off my shoes and socks and put them in too. Next, I took off my T-shirt and finally unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide down my legs. I put everything in the bag and closed it.
There I was, just in my white boxer-briefs, feeling the earth with my bare feet. Around me were the rest of my companions, all surrounded by the campfire. There were all kinds of bodies: thin, plump, with more or less defined muscles, with more or less body hair, and even some that clearly shaved. All wearing only our underpants, all in shame.
Being a gay in the closet, I began to worry that I would get turned on by seeing my half-naked companions. If I got a boner, there were no excuses, there was no girl. I started trying not to look at others.
A few veterans grabbed the bags and carried them away, leaving us with no option to flee.
"You!" A veteran was suddenly heard saying. "Can't you read? Are you such an asshole that you don't understand what white means?" He said pointing to the red briefs a rookie was wearing.
"I-I thought that ..."
"There are no excuses!" Said the leader. "We told you ALL WHITE CLOTHING. All your colleagues have understood. "
I looked around and verified that it was true, everything except him was wearing white underpants.
"Take them off." Said the leader.
"Sorry?" The rookie replied, not believing what he was hearing.
"You say 'yes, doctor'! Now take off those fucking briefs or we'll rip them off! "
"Yes, doctor," he said in a brittle voice.
The guy shoved his left hand into his briefs and grabbed his package with it. With his right hand he took them off, remaining totally naked.
"Give them to me." The leader ordered him.
"Yes doctor." He said extending his right arm to him.
The veteran caught the briefs with two fingers as if they disgusted him and threw them into the fire.
"Let it serve as a warning to anyone who does not want to follow our rules."
"Yes doctor!" We replied.
Then the veterans took some markers.
"Now you are going to stay firm and still with both hands on the back of your head. As if you were a hard cock with a viagra overdose, understood? "
"Yes doctor!" We all said.
The veterans began to take turns passing through each of us.
They began to come to me. They wrote shit newbie on my forehead, one drew a cock on my chest, another marked my abs, they wrote things on my back, they made drawings on my arms and legs and then the most uncomfortable part began to come.
A veteran wrote "fucker" on my inner thigh, and they started writing and drawing on my boxer-briefs. Some of them even grabbed my family jewels to see "how gifted the future of medicine was."
The most disconcerting moment came when a blond veteran with dreamy caramel eyes arrived. As soon as I saw him, I knew that he was on `my side'. While others were distracted drawing and writing all over my body, he grabbed my ass. At first, I thought he was doing it as a joke, like those who stroked the torso or grabbed the crotches. Then, he stuck his middle finger through the slit and began to touch my man-pussy through the fabric of my boxers.
"Nice rookie pussy." He whispered in my ear.
With all this experience my manhood was more than exposed. Although I was "reassured" to observe that I was not the only one enthusiastic about so much attention.
The worst part was for the boy in the red briefs, now naked. They made him put his hands on his head, leaving his genitals fully exposed. He had the hair in the area shaved, which clearly revealed his uncircumcised penis. The veterans began to shake his flaccid tool and write on his balls until the flaccidity was replaced by a stiff state. They wrote "pussy drill" on his erect wood (and he stuck with the nickname drill for the rest of the University years).
"Now all of you get on your knees and open your mouth." Said the leader.
"Yes doctor!" We said while adopting the indicated posture.
Then they took out several bottles of different types of alcohol and started giving us to drink from the bottles. As the mouth of the bottle was at a certain distance from our mouths, it was common for some of the liquid to fall down our torsos until it wet our underpants.
"Now yes, welcome fellow meds." Said the leader.
All relationships of superiority immediately disappeared, and we all started jumping and screaming together, veterans and newbies, around the bonfire in a display of basic masculinity. The boy in the red briefs got his jeans back so he wouldn't go around with everything on the air.
We headed back to the parking lot where we met the girls who, judging by their appearance, had been through a similar experience.
We drank more alcohol and at one point the blond veteran approached me. He led me behind some trees.
Without saying anything he started kissing me. My cock immediately went into pleasure mode. He stripped off his clothes, grabbed my head, and directed me right at his tool. It was dark and quite rough, so I couldn't get a good look at his dick, but judging from what my mouth felt, it was uncircumcised, middle sized and thick. He fiercely shook my head causing me to choke on his trunk.
After a while, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and put me on all fours. He lowered my boxer-briefs exposing my penis and my ass. He spat on my ass and shoved a finger up my anus. I began to moan, and he covered my mouth with his hand indicating that I should not make a noise.
He slid his thick dick into me in a single motion, lubricated with my own saliva and his precum. He fucked me aggressively until after a while I felt a pulse and a warm feeling inside me. With his tool still hard inside me, he began to jerk me off until in a few strokes I released my cum onto the grass.
He got dressed and told me to wait a few minutes before coming back so that no one would suspect.
I pulled on my boxers, and, after a few minutes, I returned to the party with my ass sore from the aggressive penetration.
The party continued and at the end of it our things were returned to us. We all got dressed and went back to our houses and Halls of Residence.
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