Pledges Don't Bite, But They Sure Do Howl

You wouldn't suspect that pledge boys get freaky like this. You didn't think much of it when he asked you to call him "good boy." You probably only noticed something was up when the whimpering started.

I've been there. Every Friday night, my pledgie lover would disappear and return disoriented, roughed up, and with a sore throat. I didn't know what to think, so I followed him to the Piazza one night and behold: alpha-beta madness! Rows of pledges at the foot of the Spiritual pillar, howling up at the crescent moon. The desperation on their faces, as their pledge master (alpha zaddy) tightened his grip around the silver Chrome Hearts collars on their necks, awakened my dormant submissive urges—an omega's yearning. When he interrupted their sorry cries with a demanding growl, I was tempted to kneel myself, but I couldn't bear the sexual primal agitation any longer and slipped into the night.

When the full moon rises, the pledges have some surprises. Just try to be nice about it when they let out that little woof when they finish.