So Joey and Spike got to squat, pull down their tights, and uncork their own butts. They passed each dripping plug to Rick - who used their discarded face stockings to wipe each one off and hand it to Evan.
"Open wide, boys!" Evan boomed.
Spike and Joey looked at each other and moaned. They formed O's with their mouth, and each got the other's sweaty assplugs stuffed in their mouth.
"Rmmph." Joe said, humiliated. "Mooormp." Spike said, face bright red, as they each pulled their tights up.
"Okay, ladies, keep those in your pieholes until you learn to stop being _f_u_c_k_ing useless pussies." Rick said.
Joe and Spike nodded quickly.
"Now, go sit in that net. Blue team wins!" Matt said, and everybody high-fived. Well, the MIGHTY BROTHERS did anyway, I sat in the net on my tender ass, Gil squirmed, hogtied and grunting in the corner, and Spike and Joey sat indian-style as the net clanged closed around them, their opposite ends plugged, squirming on their still super-heated asses. All of us looking like complete fools. I guess maybe it was the pink and blue bullseyed tights, gripping our _c_o_c_k_s and asses like a second skin. The fraternity better be worth it!
So anyway, SPike and Joey didn't ride home in the van with me and Gil. They were whisked home in the trunk of Matt's car first, to test Evan's new "furniture". Which had a dreadful ring to it. I got Gil sitting on my face for the ride home. And I think he enjoyed it a little too much. There really is nothing like those two hairy, moons descending on your face agonizingly slowly, and then you take a breath, and your entire mug is encased in your best friend's asscrack. And Gil decided to be a prick by rubbing his tighted foot on my tighted crotch mound which basically gave me the erection of a lifetime. I heard him laugh, as all I could say was "Mmmmmppphhh". At least they had douched us, thought Paddleball works up a sweat as Gil's butt proved.
And as for SPike and Joey, the two losers?
Well once Gil and I showered and jacked off, we were told to report downstairs in pledge uniform to witness the loser's punishments. Pledge uniform was either a jockstrap or a thong. Gil and I always opted for the thong....it delays getting plugged a few seconds longer when a brother is in a bad mood. Plus, we secretly like flexing our cheeks for each other while walking around the house. I also kind of like the feeling of the thong between my buns. Forget I said that.
So Evan led us over, proudly to the hall to the dining room.
"Since those two acted like such babies, we decided to give them a couple of high chairs..." he said, Dean smirking behind them.
The first thing I heard was the whirring of two mini motors. Evan had constructed what looked like two adult-sized high chairs, without the tray in front. Joey and Spike, both bare-ass, had been seated in them, asses each impaled on a super-vibrating buttplug attached to their seats. Their mouths were gagged with duct-tape and someone had put two babies' bonnets on each of them, and tied two bibs and two pacifiers around their necks and over their hairy chests. The ankles were cuffed to the rungs of the chairs. And cruelly, their hands were shackled onto two jutting metal bars from the arms of the chair. Which left their hands within about 1" each from being able to jack themselves off. The buttplugs were giving them giant boners, that they clearly wanted to ease. That could have been me, I thought. Remind me never to lose Paddleball.
"The little tykes have something they want to say to you..."Rick said, and ripped off Spike and Joe's tape gags.
"Oh, _s_h_i_t_, Scotty, please jack us off, C;mon dude, I would for you...please?" they said, voices overlapping each other and humming as they wriggled and squirmed on their stuffed asses. Their _c_o_c_k_s were helplessly rigid and throbbing.
Rick taped their mouths again, cutting off their pleading to me and Gil. Our eyes met. I would have laughed because the baby's bonnets strapped to their heads and pacifiers and bibs around their naked necks and hairy chests were funny, but I didn't dare. Gil and I were pretty relieved that we had sort of one - though my buns were still swollen from the spanking I had received.
End. Please e-mail me with any comments. The pledges' trials will continue....