SLOPPY SPILL
The fraternity house was buzzing with activity, eager young men and scantily clad women-milling about, drinks in hand, the heavy bass thumping through the walls. It was another wild college party, barely contained within these frat house walls. Amidst the chaos, a group of football players huddled in a corner, their smug grins revealing an ulterior motive.
“Alright boys, you ready for the main event?” grunted the jacked leader, pouring himself another shot of whiskey. “I found the perfect little freshman strawberry to break in tonight.”
His frat brothers exchanged mingled looks of excitement and apprehension. While the fraternity was notorious for its raucous bashes and vice, this was stepping into a whole new level of depravity. Yet, peer pressure and the desire to fit in with their jock brothers won out. “Let’s do this,” they snarled in unison.
The frat pledge picked now to nervously approach, can of beer in hand. “Uh, hello sirs. I’m Tom, your pledge for this semester. How can I assist you fine gentlemen tonight?”
The group leader snorted, grabbing the lanky freshman by the front of his collared shirt. “Tom, you ready to become a real man and prove yourself to the fraternity?” He shoved Tom against the wall and patted his cheek condescendingly.
“I – I guess so…” stammered Tom, much to the amusement of the robed jocks. “What’s the initiation?”
“Oh, nothing too strenuous,” smirked his future frat brother. “We just need you to take care of a little…special delivery.”
He nodded to a large tub sitting on the floor, half-concealed under a cheesy red tablecloth. Within it, dozens of large, juicy dicks pointed skyward, oozing an odd brown liquid. “See, the dean’s wife has been awfully charitable to us jocks this semester. We want to, uh, show her our appreciation.”
Tom gulped, both nervous and titillated at the lewd display and heavy implications. The horny college freshman took a last swig, steeling his nerves. “So you want me to…eat them…”
“Like they’re popsicles!” laughed the leader, slapping him on the back. “What, too much for little Tommy to handle? Maybe you’re not frat material after all…”
“No, no I can do it!” blurted Tom quickly, desperate to prove his worth. “I’ll eat them all. You can count on me, sirs.”
“Now that’s what we like to hear!” The group of jocks high-fived, ready to put the pledge through his paces. Tom gulped, reaching out a shaky hand to lift a dripping ‘popsicle’ out of the ice water…
—SEGMENT A CUT AWAY FOR CONTINUITY AND LENGTH.—
The room was now dead silent except for the wet slurping sounds of Tom feverishly eating his fill. Both male and female party guests alike crowded around, phones out to record, unsure if they should be aroused, disgusted, or impressed by Tom’s display of valor. There was no denying his dedication to the fraternity.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tom reached the bottom of the tub, his face glistening with flesh and grease. Practically in a daze, the freshman began to rise when the frat leader caught his arm. “Aww, don’t let her down now, Tommy boy.”
He pointed down to the tub, where the ‘dean’s wife’ had sat frozen this entire time, hidden inside the fake-out bottom. “Don’t forget someone needs to get you nice and…sloppy first.” The frat leader snapped his fingers, a small shove propelling Tom to his knees.
“Open wide, stud,” he leered, limbering up as the other frat brothers adjusted their own throbbing erections, licking their lips hungrily. “Let’s make this InitiationOfficial!”
The crowd went wild, a true fraternity legend being formed that night. And somewhere far away, the dean’s wife would be incredibly pleased with her special delivery.
THE END
