Pete's Pledging Story

Ages: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

I was a bedwetter pretty much every night when I was a kid, but I 
eventually stopped when I was 12. So I never even thought about wetting 
when I pledged a fraternity my freshman year of college. My three 
suite-mates and I pledged ADG. At the first kegger and the first time I 
had ever drank I got really wasted. My roommate, Kevin, poured me into 
bed at 3:00 AM, and by 6:00 I woke up in a very soaked bed. I tried to 
hide it but soon the three of them knew. A couple of nights later we 
went out drinking again. All night long they said, "Be careful Pete, we 
don't want an accident." Everyone else thought I was the driver. The 
next morning I woke up to a lot of snickering; I was soaked again!

During pledging we were told that at some point the actives would 
'kidnap' all the pledges and go away for a weekend-long party, called a 
walkout. The pledges were taken with what they were wearing. There were 
stories about pledges being kidnapped while sleeping and spending the 
entire weekend in only their pajamas or underwear, or being taken from 
the locker room in just their jock. So we were told to always be ready. 
For a while, Greg, my roommate slept in his clothes. I, and the other 
two suitemates just said 'fuck it' if they want to see us in our 
underwear all weekend that was their problem! My only problem was 
waking up wet every time I went drinking!

About two-third through pledging it happened. I was walking back to the 
dorm after class on a Friday afternoon. A car pulled up, three actives 
rolled out, grabbed me and one other pledge, and we were off for the 
weekend. Sometimes walkouts went to another fraternity at another 
university, or a motel somewhere. This year we went to one of the 
active's hunting cabin at an old converted Boy Scout camp on a lake. 
Even before we got there the drinking had begun in the cars. I tried to 
refuse, but my pledge father forced me�we started with shots of rum in 
the back of the car. When we got there it was obvious we were set for 
the weekend. There was enough food and beer and hard stuff to feed (and 
drowned) an army. This was going to be one hell of a party!!!

Most of the evening was spent playing poker, and making bets on what 
next crude thing was going to happen on the porn videos we were 
watching; the losers having to drink another shot or beer. My 
suitemates kept teasing me about having an accident. The rest of the 
pledge class and the actives still thought it was about driving and 
tried to explain to them we weren't leaving here any time soon. By the 
time it got to be 3:00 in the morning most of us stumbled off to find 
an old cot to sleep in. Knowing I was going to be in wet trouble, I 
went to the next cabin and fell a sleep there, hoping no body would 
find me. I woke up around 7:00 with the whole pledge class around my 
cot.
"Looks like we got us a leaker!" said Dave.

"Leaker? The guy could float a boat!" Bill said, pointing to the floor. 
On the floor under the very thin canvass cot was a huge puddle of pee.

"What are we going to do about it?" Randy asked.

"We ain't going to do nothin' about it," said my room mate Kevin. "Pete 
wets his bed, so what, Randy. So just don't sleep with him and you 
won't get wet."

"Yeah, but what are the actives going to say?"

We found out soon enough. When I walked over to the other cabin to get 
breakfast it didn't take long for someone to notice my soaked jeans.

"So that was the 'accident' you guys were talking about," yelled out 
Boomer, in his typically loud voice.

My pledge father, Will, said, "Son, it looks like your mom didn't 
toilet train you very good. Hey, Boomer, I told you we forgot 
something. We forgot Pete's diapers!!!"

"I guess he will just have to pee his pants then." And every body 
laughed, and went back to eating breakfast and drinking bloody marys.
"See," Kevin whispered to us, "They really don't care about it."

That night the drinking began again in earnest (It never really stopped 
all weekend) and I thought everybody pretty much forgot about the 
wetting. But at one point my pledge father called everybody attention. 
"Men of ADG! In honor of my son's great achievement last night, I have 
decided to change his pledge name. From now on instead of PJ (they 
called me that because my name was Peter James) I now bestow upon my 
the son the name of PP!"

"OH, GOD," I thought, "I'm up shit creek now!"

"Here, here! Everyone drink to our brother PP!" yelled Boomer. There 
was nothing I could do. I drank too; knowing it was going to be one wet 
weekend! Sunday morning I woke up soaked and found an old coffee can 
under the cot strategically placed to catch what ran through the cot.

"Hey, PP, glad to see you didn't drowned last night!" said Boomer. "You 
do look a little soggy, though."

Will walked by me and whispered, "Don't let him get to you PP. You 
aren't the first to piss the bed around here. You just do it better!"
"Gee, thanks, 'Dad'!" I said slightly sarcastically.

I was pretty stinky by then, but so was every body else. No body really 
did seem to mind until we were ready to go back to school that 
afternoon. In the car I was pretty rank. At the first town we came to 
we stopped to get gas and something other than alcohol to drink. I 
didn't notice that Dad had an extra package until we were moving again.

"PP, 'I love you, but you stink!'" Everybody in the car laughed. "I 
tried to get something that would fit you. You're lucky the gas station 
had only baby diapers." He pulled out a package of Fruit of the Loom 
briefs. "Men, strip him! And throw those stinky clothes out the car!" 
In less than a minute I was sitting in the back of the car naked. He 
threw the package of briefs and a small bottle of aftershave back to 
me. "There, put those on and we will all feel better."

We got back to school pretty late Sunday evening, so the pledge master 
call off the weekly pledge meeting and test. "But your guys had better 
be really ready next week," he said. The Sunday evening meetings were 
used to count up the past week's demerits, hand out punishments for the 
demerits, get our next week's assignments, and for the Pledge Master to 
generally tell us how bad a pledge class we were. "You guys are the 
worst ever and this week was god-awful bad!!!" was Pledge Master 
Brian's way of starting each meeting. Then he would go into specifics. 
After the meeting, we would assemble in the lounge and get tested by 
the entire fraternity on what we were supposed to have learned the past 
week. We had all sorts of history and trivia about the fraternity, the 
members, and all the other pledges to memorize. We would stand on a 
makeshift stage of low tables as a group and the actives, sitting in 
chairs around the room, would call out a name and ask a question. When 
we got a question right they would cheer; but most of the time we would 
hear, "Wrong, dipshit!" Before the meeting, we would down a few 
aspirins and cokes or Mountain Dews so that we would be 'up' and could 
think better, but usually it didn't help much.

The following Sunday evening meeting started out typically, but once we 
got in the lounge things changed. There was a keg in there and we were 
each handed a plastic cup of beer as we walked in. We thought it was a 
celebration and we were set. Wrong! The first question was for me.

"Hey, PP!!! If a nut on your wall is a walnut, and a nut on your chest 
is a chestnut, what is a nut under your bed?"

I had no idea. I stepped forward and said, "Sir, I don't know, sir!"

"In your case it's a peanut, or it could be a pecan. I hear you filled 
the can under your bed last weekend!" All the actives laughed, and I 
knew we were in big trouble again. "Well, PP, since you didn't know 
that, you have to drink you beer!" I took a sip. "No, pledge! The 
entire thing!" Now all of us knew we were in big, big trouble again. 
The tests continued, pledge after pledge drinking beer after beer. The 
actives were drinking too and after a while they started heading for 
the john, one by one.

"Hey, man, I got to pee too," Randy finally said.

"You can pee after the test is done," Brian said.

"Yeah, hold it just like PP does," said someone from the back.

"But he doesn't hold it, he just wets himself" said another.

"Yep, and so will they," said Boomer. "Brian, you keep the questions 
coming until only one pledge is dry!" And the testing continued. And 
the wetting soon began. Randy couldn't hold it any longer and was the 
first to wet his jeans. He must have been letting a little out at a 
time since the wet spot was mostly round.

When it was finally notice someone called out "Randy gets the 'PP the 
first' award." He hung his head and I think he actually was crying.

I couldn't hold it any longer either. Between questions I stepped 
forward, "Fuck it! I can't hold it and you guys seen me wet before." 
And I just let go. In seconds pee was running down both legs and I was 
wet from nearly my belt, down the insides of both legs, to the bottoms 
of my feet. I even left a puddle on the table we were standing on. The 
room howled with laughter and catcalls.

In the next ten minutes all the pledges but Kevin wet their pants. 
"Test is over! Kevin wins! Everybody drink to Kevin. Kevin wanted to 
head for the john, but they wouldn't let him. "But you said I won," 
Kevin said, now holding his crotch.

"Yeah," Brian said, "but pledging is about unity! When one wets you all 
wet! You won, but you ain't going to the can any time soon. Now, show 
us how a winner pees his pants, and we can close the meeting and get 
down to some real drinking!" It took him about a minute and a half, but 
he finally wet his pants too. A cheer went up from the crowd.

"Ok guys, one last thing," said Brian. "Take off those peed clothes. We 
don't want the lounge smelling like the car PP rode back in!" We 
reluctantly followed the order. "Now put these on!" And Brian through a 
package of depends up on 'stage'.

"What if we don't?" Randy asked.

"Well, that depends on whether you want to continue to pledge this 
fraternity, I guess," Boomer yelled back, and laughed. We all put on 
the diapers and spent the rest of the evening drinking and wearing the 
diapers until our jeans were washed and dried.

We all did make it though pledging and later we were told we were one 
of the best pledge classes ADG had ever had. Oh, and yeah, I still 
sleep in a bed with a vinyl sheet, and the brothers still call me PP.

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