“The “newbie” in any group is “tested” or hazed.”
When my dad pledged a fraternity back in 1940-something, it was demanded he paint the frat initials on a certain bull in a pasture. The farmer was ok with it, and the bull didn’t mind, but the pledges didn’t know that. Good, clean fun. A friend told me of frat initiation in the ‘70s and said it was borderline homosexual. How does one get from one end of that spectrum to the other?
One of my daughter’s friend’s butts was paddled almost purple during University of Arkansas fraternity hazing; this is criminal assault, not brotherhood.