I (Spike for those of you who aren't following along, Spike to my friends, Fatass to my enemies, Buttpie to the MIGHTY BROTHERS) won the contest. My butt might be a little on the hefty side, but jock Joey is walking bow-legged right now and wincing with every step.
As for Gil and Scott? Well - besides each getting force-fed a jock mouthwash, they got to try Evan's newest invention - hotpants! Somehow techno-sadist Evan designed two pairs of these bulky football pants-looking things. With these special heating coils on the inside of em'. The heating coils emit special pulses - which feel exactly like a paddlewhack without any need for a paddle! Genius, huh? So Evan and Matty stripped Gil and Scotty down and made em' put on the pants with a stern warning not to take em' off or else. I'm watching them on close-circuit camera. These two, bare-chested, tight pecs, soccer player build, wearing these white bulky pants, that makes their butts look huge. Which is humiliation enough for these two vanity-cases. Scotty's rolling around on the floor, clenching his ass with both hands, saying "OW! _s_h_i_t_!" with each virtual reality spank. Gil's actually rubbing his tortured, balloon-butt on the wall - trying to ease the pain. HAH!
EVAN clicked the closed circuit TV off.
"You pledgebutts should consider yourself lucky."
Joe grimaced, still feeling the assbeads jerked roughly out of his crack, and shifted from one foot to the another trying to ease the pain in his sphincter. I don't think that he would agree. You know the guy Nathan on REAL WORLD: SEATTLE? That's what Joe looks like except he has red hair.
"WE got something special planned for you two. Tonight's Alumni Night and we're having a special Sunday dinner prepared by two of our most successful brothers - Riley and Bob. And you two get to help out! Go upstairs, you'll find your uniforms layed out on your cots. Then report to the kitchen and do whatever the _f_u_c_k_ they tell you to do - or you two dildos get your overfed asses sized for those hotpants."
I audibly gulped. We were still just wearing our jocks (they always made us wear jocks one size too small, for either the discomfort factor, or the fact that the straps made our butts bulge out, perfect for paddling....) and we headed to our barracks to change.
Joey and I met again in the hall, looked at each other and kind of chortled/groaned. We were each wearing a shorty white kitchen apron, and black spandex bike shorts - again too small. And don't forget, each wearing a chef's hat - so we'd look and feel even stupider. I got kind of a spare tire, and it kind of bulged sorta unattractively above the spandex so I wasn't psyched about this.
"They give you underwear?" I asked him.
"Buttfloss," he said sheepishly and turned red. Joe is my favorite carrottop Ohio farm boy.
"Me, too. After tug o war, that thong must kill," I commiserated. Picturing his sore buns yoked in his thong was starting to stir some wood. Yeah, I like guys. Get the _f_u_c_k_ over it. I put his butt out of my mind, and followed him downstairs. But _d_a_m_n_ if his cakes didn't flex in that spandex. They looked like they had been painted a glistening black.
As we entered the kitchen, we were each attacked by two pairs of metal tongs. A pair suddenly gripped my nose and another found the tip of my _c_o_c_k_ through the spandex and cotton thong.
Joey had similarly been pincered! His attacker moved the thong on his crotch up, so Joe had to stand on his tiptoes. Red-faced, I was given the same treatment!
"D'oh!" said a sputtering Joe, freckled nose caught in the tongs. "Whoah! I said.
Say hi to Riley and Bob. Evan stood in the corner and booming laughter, walked out - leaving us to the two Julia Childs from Humiliation Hell.
To Be Continued....Any comments, ideas, suggestions....please e-mail me. jase10 (at symbol) webtv. net