My university had a tradition of hazing. I learned it the hard way. I was new at the university. A senior asked me to visit him to pick up some books. I had no idea what was in store for me when I entered the room.

There were 7-8 seniors in the room, laughing and smoking. They welcomed me while closing the door behind me. My heart was beating faster. I had heard about hazing stories but didn’t know they were real. Sure enough, they asked me to strip. What choice did I have? I slowly stripped down to my underwear. They tried to persuade me to remove my underwear but I was hesitant. One of the seniors had enough. He pulled my underwear down in a flash to expose my cock, while everyone laughed. There I was, completely naked in front of strangers. It was humiliating, yet strangely arousing.

My ordeal was far from over. They made me dance naked for their amusement. They loved it when I shook my hips. They threw money at me when they liked my moves. My ass was smacked whenever I stopped. I danced naked until I was completely exhausted and fell to the ground. That’s when they had enough. They threw me out on the street, naked. As a last bit of humiliation, they threw my clothes away at a distance. I mustered all my strength to get up and grab my clothes. Bemused strangers watched a naked man running on the street.