Since pledging the frat I usually hung out with my brothers on Saturday nights. As I was already half way through my second semester of my freshman year I had more freedom and could do pretty much as I pleased with my weekends, as long as I fulfilled the fraternity requirements, paid my dues, and did my house chores. Instead of hanging at the frat house with my brothers this particular Saturday I decided to go out with some of my buds from the soccer team and have a few beers at one of the local bars. I'd just gone through a bad breakup with my now ex-girlfriend Cindy and didn't feel like hangin at the house all day, watching football, as I was sure Cindy and her sorority sisters would pass by to share in the obligatory keg.
Around midnight I decided to call it a night and try to get some sleep so I could actually do some studying the next day. After saying good-bye to my teammates I started the walk home. I had had atleast a pitcher and a half of beer by myself and had "broken the seal" about two hours before. I probably pissed in the bar twice but as I was walking back to the frat house I really had to go again. Once I piss once I just can't seem to stop it, especially after drinking a lot of beer. Just as I was contemplating a nice bush ahead of me near the sidewalk where I could relieve the building pressure in my bladder I saw a campus cop riding slowly my way on his bicycle. I decided to hold it until I got back to the house as it was only a few more blocks.
By the time I got to the front door of the frat house I was hopping from one leg to the other and had to pinch the head of my dick through my jeans so that a squirt of wiz wouldn't escape. I finally got the door unlocked and rushed into the entry way on my way up the stairs when I heard from the common room to the left one of my fellow brothers call to me.
"Hey Brad, what's up? Where you been all night man?" It was Stew, a senior and our Sergeant At Arms. He's a huge redneck, about six two and atleast two twenty five, which really helps him to keep the peace when our meetings get a little out of hand. He's also a real prick.
"Oh, hey guys. I went out with some of the guys from the soccer team. Yo, I gotta piss real bad. I'll be right back."
I started towards the stairs again when Steve, another of my brothers, yelled "Whoa, wait a second there little man." Steve is a big black guy, not as big as Stew but he has huge arms and a massive chest. He's not such a bad guy but I have noticed he seems to enjoy ragging on the freshman. He was one of the toughest during Pledge Week but kind of quieted down once we were all full fledged brothers of the fraternity.
"Not only didn't you hang out with your brothers today but you also didn't fulfill your duties to the house."
I looked at Steve and then over at Stew who was smiling at me with bleering drunk eyes. I was started to feel a little uncomfortable, and not only because I had to piss like a race horse. I hadn't noticed Jason until he spoke up.
"Yeah _f_u_c_k_er, you didn't take out the _f_u_c_k_in trash and now the kitchen smells like a _f_u_c_k_in _s_h_i_t_house man. What's up, dude? All of the little sisters said we're _f_u_c_k_in slobs. I almost didn't get to _f_u_c_k_ little Susie Beckman because your lazy ass."
"Sorry guys, I forgot. Listen, I'll be right back and take out the trash. I really gotta pee."
Jason got up from the couch and walked over to me. Laying a hand on my shoulder he looked me in the eyes and said "Oh no, we need to talk now little brother. You've got to learn some responsibility."
My first thought was "what a joke." Jason Faver talking to me about responsibility? He's the biggest slouch in the frat. You could call Jason a "pretty boy." His dad's got tons of money and all of the girls think he's as hot as _s_h_i_t_. He gets more pussy in a week than I've had in my whole life. He's 5'11" and has a swimmer's build although I've never seen him lift anything heavier than a beer can.
Steve then walked over to me and handed me his beer. Then he walked behind me and put both of his massive black hands on my shoulders and said in my ear "You know how we teach freshman responsibility in this frat, don't you Brad?" As Steve spoke I could smell the alcohol wafting passed my nose. Looking into Jason's smirking green eyes I knew that these three had been drinking all day and were probably just waiting for a feshman to come home to start some trouble. I started to stammer another apology as I looked over Jason's shoulder and saw Stew standing up, slapping Max, our pledge paddle, in his hand. All of us freshman had gotten a taste of Max on the last night of Hell Week. It's your typical pledge paddle made of birch with a long handle wrapped in tape "for a better grip" as they said. The last night of Hell Week each freshman got five smacks with Max as we stood in a line in just our jock straps. It was more humiliating than painful, especially as we had to say "Thank you brother, may I have another" after each swat.
"Guys, listen, I'm really sorry. I will totally clean up the entire kitchen. Just let me take a leak, I'm begging you."
Steve tightened his grip on my shoulders as Stew said "Oh, you'll be beggin all right."
With that Steve grapped my arms and twisted them behind my back. I dropped the beer he had handed me. "Now look there, even more mess for you to clean up" Jason said as he quickly undid my belt.
"What are you doing? What's going on? Come on guys, this isn't funny" I protested as Steve's powerful black arms held me in a vice grip and Jason successfully lowered my jeans down to my ankles. Jason then pointed at my crotch and said "_s_h_i_t_ man, don't you wash your _f_u_c_k_ing underwear?"
Since breaking up with Cindy I hadn't been in any sort of mood to do laundry and I figured no one would see me in my underwear anytime soon anyway. I was down to my last pair of tighty whities which were actually an old pair from Junior year of high school. They had piss stains in the front and probably plenty of cum stains as well. Lord knows I had had plenty of wet dreams in my underwear. The elastic was all worn out too and the leg holes were stretched out so my balls often fell out the side when I wore these.
I was totally mortified and couldn't believe this was happening. Just then Stew threw his right leg up on the pool table and told them to bring me over for my "lesson." I shuffled along as Steve pushed me with my arms pulled tightly behind my back. There was no way I could escape his grip and, even if I could, I wouldn't have been able to run very far with my jeans pooled around my tennis shoes.
Stew grapped me by the back of my neck and half threw me over his thigh which was resting on the pool table. I had my face pressed down into the green felt and my ass was sticking straight up in the air. I was barely standing on my tip toes and my _c_o_c_k_ and balls were smashed straight down to the floor by Stew's massive thigh and the edge of the pool table.
"I'm not gonna let Max get dirty by smacking those cruddy underwear. He's probably got _s_h_i_t_ stains in em too. Lose the Fruit of the Looms!"
Laughing, Jason ripped my underwear down to meet my jeans. Now I was completely bare assed and at the mercy of these three drunk frat boys. Jason took the paddle from Stew while Steve continued to pin my arms behind my back.
"You know the drill grunt. I want to hear some appreciation for us teaching you some responsibility."
Whack! He hit me square on the ass with the paddle. It hurt like _s_h_i_t_! This was not the paddling I had had before with my fellow pledges. This time it stung and stung bad.
"Well?" Jason asked.
"Come on guys, please don't do this. I'm sorry I _f_u_c_k_ed up. It won't happen ag..."
Whack! Jason hit me again, this time hard and square on my left cheek.
"I can't here you!"
"Thank you sire, may I have another." I said. I would have said anything to get out of this humiliating situation. Besides my already full bladder felt like it was about ready to explode. The pressure against Stew's thigh was terrible and each blow made me almost lost control.
"Cindy was right, he does like it!" Stew laughed. I couldn't believe my ears. That little cunt! "Yeah man, Cindy told us how you liked to get your little butt spanked just as you were about to cum." Steve said. I couldn't believe it! I had only done it once...or maybe two or three times. I asked Cindy to spank my ass as I was _f_u_c_k_ing her twat but I never imagined she would tell anybody.
"Just after she finished sucking off my fat black _c_o_c_k_ today she filled me in on your little...what you call it? Oh yeah, fetish." Steve was laughing up a storm as he continued to almost tear my arms out of their sockets.
Whack! Whack! Jason landed two more good ones, alternating cheeks. I felt a little squirt of piss shoot out of the tip of my dick. This couldn't be happening. These guys knew my deepest, dirtiest secret and they were spanking me bare ass and, to make matters worse, I didn't know if I was going to be able to keep my urine inside my body.
Whack! Whack! Two more painful smacks tore up my rear end. My ass felt like it was on fire. I was on the verge of tears from the pain and humiliation.
"You haven't been..." Whack! "saying..." Whack! "thank you!" WHACK! That hit caused me to completly lose control. I cried out as the hot piss shot from my smashed _c_o_c_k_head. It took all three of them a full thirty seconds before they realized I was pissing all over the floor and, consequently, their tennis shoes.
"What the _f_u_c_k_!" they all roared as they shot away from me as if I had just grown another head. I fell to the floor on my hands and knees, my bright red ass sticking high in the air and my shriveled _c_o_c_k_ gushing hot recycled beer all over, making a puddle all around me.
"Another _f_u_c_k_ing mess!" yelled Jason. "Dude, you are sick!"
I couldn't stop the tears nor the urine from flowing. It was such a relief to not have my butt beat and to get what felt like a gallon of piss out of my overstretched bladder.
Stew yelled "Oh no you don't" as he grabbed me by the back of my neck again and shoved my face to the floor. "You are going to lick that _s_h_i_t_ up mother_f_u_c_k_er. Right this instant." He held my face to my own puddle of piss. The piss was still streaming out of my dick and was running straight to my nose. He continued to spank my ass as he yelled "Lick it up! Lick it up!" The smacks kept coming faster and harder as I stuck my tongue out and slurped up my own hot fluid from the dirty linoleum floor.
All three of my "brothers" took turns spanking my burning, beet red ass as they yelled "Lick that piss up mother_f_u_c_k_er" and "Clean my shoes you bitch!" It seemed like an eternity before I had slurped up every last drop of my own pee and had sucked dry each guy's tennis shoes. My ass had been spanked so hard and so many times that I felt sure I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.
Finally Jason kicked me in the ass and I went sprawling face first on the floor. There I lay, sobbing like a baby, with my t-shirt up around my head, my jeans and underwear soacking wet and tangled around my ankles, and my ass throbbing and pulsing from all of the abuse.
"Dude, you are one _f_u_c_k_ed up mother_f_u_c_k_er" was all I heard from Steve as the three of them grabbed their beers and left the room.
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