Note - dedicated to Jerry Berry/Jake.
Not to be arrogant, but me and Gil seem to be collectively brighter than Laurel and Hardy, oops I mean Spike and Joe. At least I know I am. I realized running was useless, I'd be on my back in a second. So I slid instead, as if I was ice-skating. And hell, it was working. That is until out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rick reaching into a pouch on the specially designed belts Evan had provided all of the MIGHTY BROTHERS with in addition to knee and elbow pads. I slid faster as he pulled out what looked like a long rope with what looked like two plastic weighted balls at the end. I skated toward the net, and the double doors of triumph beyond. No such luck. Rick hurled the bolo, and it whizzed through the air, entangling my legs, and I went down in a pink heap. I flipped over on my back, scrunched up and attempted to unwrap my legs from their entanglement. which of course sent the bullseye on my tights even further up my asscrack in wedgie formation. Ow.
Rick advanced.
'where do you think you're going, my little pledgebutt?" he asked in a sing-songy cruel voice. Matt ran by us after Gil, and I heard Spike yelling in the background.
He dropped his stick, sat down beside me, and grasped my nose through the nylon tightly with two fingers. I'm sure even my ballbag blushed red from the humiliation.
"D'oh! Do pwease Rick, D'oh!" I pleaded as he used my nose to pull me over his lap, butt in the air like a schoolboy. HE let go of my nose, and noticed that my legs being tied squeezed my buns invitingly together. I wriggled and squirmed but to no avail. Rick began hand-spanking me on my bullseye.
"Think you're so smart?"
SPANK! "OOOWWW! RICK, PLEASE CUT IT OUT! C'MON! THIS SUCKS!" I begged. Rick's hand is known for it's concrete like-texture. He slapped my struggling butt like it was going out of style.
SPANK! SPANK!
I tried clenching my buns, and wiggling them out of his range - but that only seemed to infuriate him more. He spanked my ass harder.
SPANK! SPANK! Then he started kneading my buns like fleshy dough. And was silent.
I tensed.
SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOFFF, Oh PLEASE RICK! I"LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE , MY ass IS KILLING ME!"
Rick stopped and seemed thoughtful.
"Anything, buttplug?"
I breathed heavy through my squashed nose and the nylon stocking over my face. Slung over his lap like a pink potato sack, I was unable to see his face - so I didn't know what his coup de grace would be to get me in the net. But my ass felt enormous, like my cheeks were two overinflated beach balls. He would stop spanking me like a bratty kid.
"Anything," I said tentatively.
"Kay;, get on your hands and knees, pledgebutt!"
Oh _s_h_i_t_, I hope he wasn't gonna butt_f_u_c_k_ me here on the court.
Nope, instead he untied my legs, sat astride my back, and made me crawl into the net of my own accord and to teach me a lesson! He slapped my ass like I was a champion stallion, yelling "Whoo-hoo! Ride em' cowboy!" making me give him the bucking bronco ride of his life. God, it was embarrassing as I trudged hands and knees to my defeat. Listen, the four of us pledges were all BMOC, football and soccer players - we get girls and don't take _s_h_i_t_ from anybody. So this was all foreign to us. We're macho, asshole jocks. This was a new experience. And then just as I got to the net, he slipped off me, put his foot on my butt, and kicked my ass into the net! I landed on my face, steaming with humiliation, as he ran off to help Matt deal with my best buddy Gil. asshole.
From the net, I laid low, and was going to slip out the net and the doors until I saw what was happening to Spike and Joey and thought better of it.
Spike had managed to crawl out of the net, and had joined the muscular red-head, freckle-butted Joe for a bolt to the doors. They had adopted my sliding technique, and I have to admit I liked watching their asscheeks flex and wriggle in their tights as they slid to safety. Unfortunately, Evan decided to block their play. My _c_o_c_k_ grew harder (okay, I admit it, I was rubbing it through the nylon. So sue me.) Evan came up behind them (for a visual's sake, Evan looks like the dude who plays Jerry, the desk clerk on ER. A big, demented teddy bear. Evan is really strong by the way.) and grasped each by the back of the neck.
"Where do ya think you're goin'?"he roared.
"Ah, no where, Evan!" Spike squeaked.
"Shut up, Spike!" Joe yelled. HE was trying to maintain some dignity but not doing a very good job of it.
'Nice work, dude!" Ricky yelled. The four of them had long since lost any structure of opposing teams and just wanted to make our lives hell.
"Which play, EV?" Rick inquired, smirking. He ripped off Joe and Spike's face-nylons. I think so they could see each others faces.
EVAN began laughing.
"Howabout we make em'dance, Ricky!" he bellowed. And with that, he depantsed Spike and Joe. OR should I say de-tightsed! SPike and Joe knew better not to move as Evan gripped the back of their pantyhose, one dude in each hand, and tugged downward in one fell swoop!
"Ooff!" said SPike.
"Whoa!" said Joey. He sounded like Joey Lawrence.
Their _c_o_c_k_s and balls bounced out, boners flying and their buttcheeks popped into view. Joe's freckled buns contrasting with Spike's jiggling set. Their eyes met, with panicked expressions. I can imagine the draft they must have felt on their _d_i_c_k_s and asses after being encased in their bodysuits. What would happen next?
Evan answered my question, grasping their necks and bending the now bare-butted duo over! Butt-to-butt as usual! Two sets of shiny reddened buns! Batman and Robin, Joey and Spike were not.
"Maestro, the implements please!" Evan said, in a faux, snotty accent, gripping his two prisoners. My eyes were glued to their wriggling rears. Ricky nodded and produced two buttplugs from his belt-holster.
"AW, _s_h_i_t_ NO!" Joey yelled, as Ricky, smirking, waved the buttplugs in their bent over faces. Spike turned white.
I noticed that the buttplugs were already coated with lube, but of a much darker color. Evan howled with good-natured, booming, Santa Claus laughter as Rick calmly walked around the two bent over dudes, and began rubbing their butts. Which made Spike and Joe squirm even harder and pleaded louder.
POP! SPike's butt got plugged. POP! Joe got plugged.
Then strangely, Evan let them go, he even pulled up their tights for them. Spike and Joe were frozen as he smacked them each once on the butt and that seemed to be that. Until Rick said, "Do you guys know any good dance tunes?"
And Spike stammered, "W-Why?"
"You'll see in a second, twinkletoes."
And then I noticed, Joe was shifting kind of uncomfortably, and Spike began a kind of unconscious shimmying of his hips. That's when I realized that that lube wasn't regular lube.
Joey began gripping his buttcheeks with both hands and hopping up and down, Spike began shaking his ass back and forth, like a mutt with a tin can tied to his tail.
"Oh MAN! MY ass IS ON FIRE!" And Joey was dancing! Gripping his buns, rubbing, and actually hopping up and down on his tiptoes like a hairy, red-head, red-faced ballerina.
"Yeah, a little deep heat rub, some Ben-Gay, a little ginger, and I actually took some of the stuff they use in those red-hot candies Matty likes so much. And I coated your buttplugs with it! Enjoy, boys!" and Rick laughed.
"Oh, please take it out! PLEASE! THIS HURTS!" Spike begged, as his burning cheeks jiggled helplessly. He looked like he was on Richard Simmons SWEATING TO THE OLDIES or something.
"YEAH, C'MON, PLEASE?" Joey begged.
"Nope. And if you take em' out - you'll pay. But I will take it out of you two get in that net." Evan smiled.
"NO _f_u_c_k_ING WAY!" Joey said, tears streaming with the pain.
"And for that insolence, Joe, you aren't allowed to rub your own butt anymore." Rick said, all snotty.
"But it helps..." Joe stammered, the last of his pride falling away.
"Well, maybe Tubs over there can help you out..."Evan said.
Joey, hopping, fists clenched (they wanted to part his cheeks and take out the plug so bad!) turned to Spike.
"Dude, come on, rub my ass!"
SPike's eyes bugged out of his head.
"_f_u_c_k_ you, what am I - a fag?" Spike yelled, he was also crying now.
"And for that politially incorrect viewpoint, Spike, you are also no longer allowed to rub your ass, either." Evan pronounced.
Spike and Joe looked at each other, hesitantly - then flew off the shackles of machoness. They slapped chests together, and begin rubbing each other's butts through their tights like two horny kids at a high school dance! All I know, was watching the squirming pair, teary-eyed, rubbing each other's rears - well let's just say I had to stop rubbing my _c_o_c_k_ through my tights - or things would have gotten a whole lot messier.
"I HATE PLEDGING!" Joe bellowed, gripping Spike's more-than-ample cakes. "Shut up." said Spike, kneading Joe's blue bullseyed behind and sporting a respectable erection through his own tights.
The rubbing must not have worked anymore, becauseSpike and Joey suddenly decided to humiliate themselves more, by turning around and bending over, with their bums in the air for Rick and Evan's enjoyment. Bent over, squirming butts offered to their tormentors, they began begging.
"PLEASE TAKE THEM OUT! WE WILL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE, MIGHTY BROTHERS! TAKE EM' OUT" they begged in unison. This whole situation must have been awful for Joe, who's a little full of himself to be honest.
Evan and Rick looked at each other, eyes glinting, and nodded.
"Okay, BUtts, you can take em' out!" Evan said graciously. Matt and Dean had come over to watch the fun. I noticed poor Gill had been hogtied, hands behind back, ankles to butt, on his stomach on the side of the court. His tights had also been pulled down, and a big thick rubber buttplug was jammed between his red asscheeks, and it stood waving in the air with his wriggling. Matt had taken his face-stocking off and stuffed it in his mouth. He had also gotten a spanking, it looked like. I stayed where I was in the net.
To Be Continued....