The party was actually going okay. For once, the Mighty Brothers even left us alone and let us mingle. Of course, the four of us were butt-naked wearing whipped cream bikinis. But the women were liking it, and I almost forgot about it after awhile. Our rival fraternity brought their pledges dressed up like farm animals, so we actually looked kind of cool beside guys dressed up like jackasses.
Then of course, the REAL fun started when Brother Matt declared that the first pledge to lose his bikini completely would get to "pump the keg". I gulped nervously. Sorority girls had been taking fingerfuls off my Redi-whipped butt all night, and it was really hot what with all the people dancing and drinking. I looked down. A particularly forward Sorority chick named Babs had kneeled down in front of me earlier in the evening and eaten the cherry off the tip of my dick. And with it went a lot of the whipped cream. _d_a_m_n_. Then I looked over. Some members of the football team had fat Spike bent over a couch and they were spanking him, trying to make puffs of whipped cream fly as high as possible!
"OWWWW! JESUS, guys! Cut the _s_h_i_t_!" Spike yelped as clouds of cream flew, spattering the cheering crowd. His buns were visible now, jiggling like jello with the calloused football player's hands paddling them.
I should have let it go on, he's be naked in seconds, but I have a soft spot for my fellow Butts and the longer I could keep all of us from "pumping the keg", the better.
I sauntered over, Boston B-Boy style. Got in front of the jocks.
"Alrighty, guys. I think Spikey here has had enough. Let's let him up..." I said good-naturedly.
The two jocks, Dan and Stan, looked at each other jovially. They were good guys and didn't realize how extreme pledging got in this House.
"Well, Stan, Scotty here thinks Spike had taken his turn..."
"Yes, Dan, it looks that way, but I don't think Spike's had enough..."
Spike piped up from the couch.
"Sure I have!"
Everybody laughed.
"Why don't we let Scotty see what he's missing!" Dan said cheerfully.
WHAT!?!?
So here I am, ass in the air, bent over the couch, Spike and I like two sacks of potatoes. I looked over at him as our butts were peppered with spanks.
"OWWWW! Dude, I was trying to help you out! Ouch!"
"I know, sorry, Scotty! YIKES!"
They played our butts like bongos, our seats getting thoroughly reddened. And yes, after all the spanking and rubbing - our whipped cream bikins went to thongs, then jockstraps, then the equivalent of fig leaves, and then we were bareass. And still getting spanked by the laughing Dan and Stan to the cheering crowd! Finally, they yanked us up by our necks to face Evan.
"Uhh, you two are naked." Evan said, smirking.
The two of us, now the red-butt duo, pointed at Dan and Stan.
"They did it!" Dan and Stan laughed, slapped us on our butts, and went off to do some shots.
"I think the kegs need pumping, Butts" Evan said with an evil grin, "You're already going to find Crack and Face in the keg room. They lost their bikinis too."
Oh, hell.
Later.
So, you're at the Night Before party, and you need a beer. So you saunter into the House's kitchen and find a Brother standing guard to the keg room. You pass him your cup , and he enters the room behind him.
There we sit, the four of us. Astride four kegs. Bareass. Evan's fashioned four buttplugs on the top of the kegs. Yes, we're pumping keg beer with our asses, getting butt_f_u_c_k_ed. The Brother, Dean, doesn't just get the beer from one keg. No, he laughingly gets some from each keg!
"Pump faster, Buttplug!"
"Oooooh, this sucks!" I yell.
"Wait till, you see the Hunt. And our Jamboree afterwards! You Butts are gonna be at the mercy of Evan Hood and his merry men of Sherwood!"
With the keg pump up my butt, I can't say I was that concerned about the future. I sure as hell should have been...
Any comments, criticisms, ideas, pictures of yourself getting spanked in tights (hey, it relates...) - please e-mail me. Thanks.