So, I'm not sure exactly why I'm joining this fraternity. Seeing as I don't consider myself gay - yet, I'm tied up in the back of a moving van - wearing a pink nylon bodysuit with a bullseye painted on the butt. My hands are tied overhead to a specially designed pulley that lifts me up every ten seconds into the air. Oh did I mention that they pulled my tights down and I'm sitting on my best friend Gil's face? I can't get up off it until the winch pulls me up. The controls are located in the front of the van. Gil's face squirms in my buttcrack, he's moaning with the humiliation. He's been strapped down to the van's floor, including two thin but strong straps around his ears whick means his cute mug gets stuffed in mybutt crack until our MIGHTY PLEDGE BROTHERS decide to hoist me up. Right beside us are our two best friends, Spike and Joe. Like me, Joe is riding a face and our _c_o_c_k_s are sticking out like to flagpoles. We're both squirming, whoever thought that Spike and Gil's noses would be serving as our own personal buttplugs?
Anyway, everyone else is also stuffed into a body stocking, me and Gil in pink - Spike and Joey in baby blue. The body stockings consist of ballet tights that are way too small for our musclejock bubble butts (complete with feet), a body shirt complete with nylon mitten-type hand coverings, and a turtleneck, and a nylon hood for each of us so we look like very strange bank robbers. The only reason I was pledging this frat was for all the supposed pussy. Frankly, I'm a little disillusioned.
Gil's face shifts, and my buttcheeks involuntarily clench to adjust to the movement.
"Jesus Gil, could ya stop moving around? You're killin me!" I complained aloud. Usually they gag us with used jockstraps or sweatsocks for an ordeal - but this time they didn't. Of course I'm sure Gil and Spike didn't think they wouldn't be able to enunciate very clearly with their cute (think Vince Vaughn and Dean Cain) faces wedged up their best friend's sweaty asscracks.
"MMMMMFFFFFFF!" was Gil's response. I guess I wasn't being very fair.
"_s_h_i_t_, are we there yet? I'm gonna blow a load cause of Spike's nose...." Joey said, and I noticed he was kind of bouncing his rump helplessly on Spike's face...Joey's kind of a dog, no restraint at all and if the tool of pleasure happened to be his bestdrinking buddies face...so be it.
I'm sure Spike wasn't too happy about this, but all I understood was "Mmmmmfffffff" from under Joey's buns.
The cranking of the winch sounded Spike and Gil's respite, Joe and I were lifted like two puppets by our roped wrists (two ridiculous looking, hairy ballet dancer jock puppets) and dangled in midair as the van rumbled towards its destination.
Spike and Gil gulped in huge breaths of air as their faces were released from their fleshy encasement. I could hear the MIGHTY BROTHERS gufawing in the front seat. assholes.
"THIS SUCKS! DUDE, I AM SO OUT OF THIS PLEDGE CLass!" Gil said, freaking out.
"OHMIGOD, IF MY PALS BACK HOME EVER HEAR ABOUT THIS, I"M _f_u_c_k_ING DEAD...." Spike panted, traumatized.
"Hey, this ain't great for us either..." I started to say..
"_f_u_c_k_ YOU, SCOTTY! YOU DON"T HAVE YOUR FACE STUFFED IN YOUR BEST FRIEND'S HAIRY ass CRACK!"
"Yeah, well - that's true.." I admitted, "but Joe and I get it on the way home..."
"GOOD!" Spike and Gil said vehemently together. Joe kind of laughed and groaned.
"At least they douched us all before we left..." he said.
Picture it. Four muscular jocks, stripped bareass, slung over a bathtub...four bubblebutts in the air with a hose stuffed up each one. As we moaned and groaned, the brothers pumped our butts full of soapy water, buttplugged us. and made us do a hundred jumping jacks each before we could void. Then they rumproasted us until our butts were like tomatoes. But at least it was somewhat of a kindness considering how we would be traveling...
To be continued...