Part 4
Alright fuckwads, listen up, the president of the fraternity said, pacing in front of us. We formed a line against the concrete wall in the basement, the ten of us all dressed in jeans and white t-shirts. Three weeks after the party, Tony and I had gotten bids and Greg hadnt, but he said he wouldnt feel bad if we accepted them. So we replied to the email, and received instructions to be at the frat house at midnight on Friday. The brothers welcomed us into the house, and ushered us into the basement. We passed around a plastic handle of vodka, and were told that we had to finish it before the night was over.
Zoey had been pretty pissed that I abandoned her at the party, and for the past couple weeks, we hadnt really talked. She stopped sitting next to me in class, and didnt answer the door when I knocked. I dont know if she had heard about what had happened with Charline, but after that night, I had gotten a flood of friend requests on Facebook from the girls who walked in on me in the bathroom, a couple of the brothers I met, and one or two people I had never met before. I hoped that word wasnt getting around that I had gotten head at the party.
We thought you all might be the best candidates for joining the fraternity, but we have bad news. I just heard from national that were only able to accept five pledges this semester, he said. I took a long pull from the bottle of vodka, and passed it to Tony.
As you know, we only want to admit the best examples of manhood possible. We want brothers who exemplify the best qualities possible. So were going to have to weed some of you lesser candidates out. Girls, he said. Three girls came marching into the room, wearing short dresses. I recognized one of them as the presidents girlfriend, but the other two I had never met. They were all gorgeous, and from the pendants around their necks I could tell that they were from Gamma Delta Pi, the female counterpart to Gamma Alpha Pi.
Our sisters here are going to run a little test on you. Girls, please pick the best candidates, the president said. He reached into the pocket of his letter sweatshirt and pulled out a tape measure. He handed it to his girlfriend. One of the other brothers handed the shortest girl a clipboard. She was tall and blonde, and was wearing four inch black stilettos. They all dressed similarly, looking like they were on their way to a party. Have fun. And remember, no touching.
The president and the few other brothers who were in the room turned and walked up the stairs, and the girls began to whisper to each other. The bottle of vodka came around again, and I took a much larger swig than I had before.
Alright, said the presidents girlfriend. My name is Joan, and this is Marie and Jennifer. She pointed at the two interchangeable blondes behind her. Heres what were going to do. Im going to start at the end of the line, and youre going to take your cocks out one by one. Were going to have to get them hard, so youre gonna jerk off until we can take an accurate measurement. Does everyone understand?
We all replied Yes maam, as we had been instructed by the fraternity brothers.
If you touch any of us, or if you come, youre out. Does everyone understand? Joan said. We replied in the affirmative. Marie, Jennifer, keep them under control while I get started. Make sure theyre drinking.
Joan went to my right, starting with a tall black guy who I hadnt met at any of the rush events. I was the fourth person in from him, and Tony was in front of me. That made me feel better. At least Tony would have to go first.
Lets go! Joan shouted at the guy on the end, clapping her hands. She sounded annoyed. She was putting on a good show. I wondered if this was just designed to intimidate us or fuck with us, but Joan didnt scream or recoil when the guy on the end unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Okay, buddy. Start jerking it. Can you even get it hard?
I looked down the line out of the corner of my eye. I guess he was average. His flaccid dick was a couple inches long, and as it flapped around in his hand, it grew significantly. It took him about thirty seconds to get erect. I didnt blame him; I had seen him drinking a lot, and Im sure he was nervous. Joan got on her knees, and he held his dick parallel to the floor while she measured it.
Name? she asked.
Mark, he said, his voice cracking.
Alright Marie, Mark is six and a quarter, she said. The short girl, Marie, wrote something down on the paper attached to the clipboard, and Jennifer made a soft grunt of approval, shrugging. They moved a little closer, looked at Marks dick, and nodded. You can put that away, Joan said. Mark tucked his member back into his boxers and zipped up his pants.
The girls moved onto the next guy.
Im Sam, he croaked. Jennifer and Marie laughed.
Did I tell you to talk, you fucking worm? Joan said, raising an eyebrow. Sam was the shortest guy on the line, and a little bit pudgy. He was sweating a lot.
No, maam, he replied. The bottle was passed to him, and Joan pushed it into his mouth. She made him drink for five seconds before she tipped the bottle away from his lips.
Take out your little dong, you fat fuck, Joan said to him. Tony took the bottle, drank, and passed it to me. Sam unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Joan raised both her eyebrows, and looked satisfied. The two other girls nodded. Sam began to masturbate, and his cock got hard after about fifteen seconds. I was able to see him much better than Mark, and he looked a lot bigger. His dick was thicker and uncut. Joan got to her knees again, and put the tape measure to his cock.
Sam is eight inches. Big boy, huh? Take off one for his weight, she said, slapping his round stomach. Real men need to be in shape. If you make it past tonight, youll be expected to get your shit together.
Sam nodded. The girls shuffled down to Tony, who identified himself after they asked him who he was. He took his pants down, and the girls burst out laughing almost immediately. I hadnt seen Tonys penis when I walked in on him with Gabriela, but a sideways glance revealed what the girls found funny. Tony was tiny. His dick was as skinny as his pinky, and stuck out an inch from his muscular pelvis.
Oh my God, Joan said, covering her mouth with her hand. Youd better be a fucking grower.
Do you need a magnifying glass, Joan? Marie asked. She bent down to get a closer look at him.
No, but hed better start wanking. Start jerking your little dick, silly, Joan said. Tony took his cock between his thumb and forefinger, and moved his foreskin back and forth. After a minute, it had grown to maybe two inches. The girls were giggling all the time, and I heard Sam hide a laugh with a cough when Tony thrust out his fully hard dick. It was so short that it barely emerged from his coarse, black pubes. He smiled, but his eyes were unfocused and lazy. He must have been trashed. Joan measured him.
Holy Jesus, she said. Two and a half inches. Are you fucking kidding me? Are you even a man? What the fuck are you doing here?
Do you actually fuck people with that thing? Marie asked.
What the fuck do you do with that faggy little weiner? Jennifer asked, pointing at Tonys erection.
Everyone, come look at this, Marie said, motioning the other guys to turn their heads. This is not a man. If any of you guys look like this, youd better get the fuck out of here.
None of the guys moved.
Get the fuck out of here, you little bitch, Joan yelled. Youre not a fucking man. Take that little dick with you. Go jerk off your pathetic little weiner at home.
Tony struggled to pull his pants back up, and Maries heels clacked as she chased him to the door, slapping his ass with the back of the clipboard. She was cackling like a maniac the entire time, and Jennifer and Joans faces were red with laughter. It took them a minute to settle down, which was long enough for me to take two more drinks. My heart was pumping, and I was worried that I was so drunk that I wouldnt be able to get it up. They turned to me, and my stomach did a somersault.
Youd better not be a disappointment like your fucking friend there, Joan said. Her green eyes pierced me, and it took everything in my power not to stare at her tits, peaking out over the v-neck of her black dress. The tops of them were pale and smooth, and looked like they were straining against the fabric. I couldnt move.
Pull out your fucking cock, faggot, she said, walking up to me. She grabbed my pants and unzipped them. I raised my arms to struggle, but she pulled them down before I could stop her. My cock shot out like it was on a spring.
Marie dropped the clipboard. Jennifer gasped and jumped back.
What, Joan started. The fuck. Is that?
Regardless of the nervousness I was feeling, my cock already had blood pumping through it. As it flopped out of my zipper, it began to get hard, twitching with the beat of my heart.
Is that thing fucking real? Did one of the brothers tip you off, so you stuck a dildo in your pants? Marie asked. She reached over and pulled my boxers down to my knees. My dick hung in front of me, slowly growing. The three girls gathered around. Marie reached out toward my crotch, but Jennifer swatted her hand away.
You have a boyfriend, Jennifer whispered to her.
So? I just want to see if its real, she replied, biting her bottom lip.
Oh, its definitely real, Joan said. She poked my hardening shaft with the end of her pen. It swung back and forth like a pendulum.
I want to see it cum, Marie said, grabbing Jennifers hand. I want to see if it shoots a big load. Does it shoot a big load, honey?
I guess so, I said, shrugging. The guys around me were getting uncomfortable, shifting on their feet.
This is so gay, one of the guys to my left said. He hadnt pulled his dick out yet. Im gonna get the fuck out of here.
He left the line, and walked towards the door.
Fine, Jennifer said. Get out of here, tiny cock. The three girls laughed as the guy walked across the room and slammed the door shut behind him. They turned back to me.
Jerk it off, Joan said, staring me in the eye. Jerk off that fat piece of meat.
I began to run my hand up and down my cock, and after a few seconds it was rock hard. The girls looked straight down at it, and Marie bit her lip when I started jerking it faster. The alcohol was starting to have an effect, and after a couple minutes I still didnt feel anywhere close to coming.
Whats wrong, honey? Joan asked, looking me in the eyes. You cant make your big dick come? What good are you if you cant shoot a big load for us?
I kept stoking my dick faster and faster. Joan moved to my left and put her head next to mine. She started whispering in my ear.
Your big cock is so fucking sexy, baby, she said. I could feel the heat of her breath in my ear. I want you to fuck me with it. I want you to take that throbbing piece of meat and ram it into my tiny pussy. I want you to feel my cunt wrap around your cock, and then I want you to fuck me until you shoot a big load inside me. I want to feel your hot spunk fill my hole, honey.
That did it.
My cock began to spasm, and Jennifer had to jump out of the way to avoid the ropes of jizz that shot out of my dick. It felt good, but I was so drunk that I couldnt really tell when it started or finished. As I slowed my stroking and squeezed the last drops of come from the tip of my cock, Joan picked the clipboard off the floor. It had a couple drops of semen on it.
Whats your name, baby? Joan asked.
Tom, I said. I wasnt sure if I should smile or not.
Okay Tom, Joan replied. Youre definitely in.
Alright fuckwads, listen up, the president of the fraternity said, pacing in front of us. We formed a line against the concrete wall in the basement, the ten of us all dressed in jeans and white t-shirts. Three weeks after the party, Tony and I had gotten bids and Greg hadnt, but he said he wouldnt feel bad if we accepted them. So we replied to the email, and received instructions to be at the frat house at midnight on Friday. The brothers welcomed us into the house, and ushered us into the basement. We passed around a plastic handle of vodka, and were told that we had to finish it before the night was over.
Zoey had been pretty pissed that I abandoned her at the party, and for the past couple weeks, we hadnt really talked. She stopped sitting next to me in class, and didnt answer the door when I knocked. I dont know if she had heard about what had happened with Charline, but after that night, I had gotten a flood of friend requests on Facebook from the girls who walked in on me in the bathroom, a couple of the brothers I met, and one or two people I had never met before. I hoped that word wasnt getting around that I had gotten head at the party.
We thought you all might be the best candidates for joining the fraternity, but we have bad news. I just heard from national that were only able to accept five pledges this semester, he said. I took a long pull from the bottle of vodka, and passed it to Tony.
As you know, we only want to admit the best examples of manhood possible. We want brothers who exemplify the best qualities possible. So were going to have to weed some of you lesser candidates out. Girls, he said. Three girls came marching into the room, wearing short dresses. I recognized one of them as the presidents girlfriend, but the other two I had never met. They were all gorgeous, and from the pendants around their necks I could tell that they were from Gamma Delta Pi, the female counterpart to Gamma Alpha Pi.
Our sisters here are going to run a little test on you. Girls, please pick the best candidates, the president said. He reached into the pocket of his letter sweatshirt and pulled out a tape measure. He handed it to his girlfriend. One of the other brothers handed the shortest girl a clipboard. She was tall and blonde, and was wearing four inch black stilettos. They all dressed similarly, looking like they were on their way to a party. Have fun. And remember, no touching.
The president and the few other brothers who were in the room turned and walked up the stairs, and the girls began to whisper to each other. The bottle of vodka came around again, and I took a much larger swig than I had before.
Alright, said the presidents girlfriend. My name is Joan, and this is Marie and Jennifer. She pointed at the two interchangeable blondes behind her. Heres what were going to do. Im going to start at the end of the line, and youre going to take your cocks out one by one. Were going to have to get them hard, so youre gonna jerk off until we can take an accurate measurement. Does everyone understand?
We all replied Yes maam, as we had been instructed by the fraternity brothers.
If you touch any of us, or if you come, youre out. Does everyone understand? Joan said. We replied in the affirmative. Marie, Jennifer, keep them under control while I get started. Make sure theyre drinking.
Joan went to my right, starting with a tall black guy who I hadnt met at any of the rush events. I was the fourth person in from him, and Tony was in front of me. That made me feel better. At least Tony would have to go first.
Lets go! Joan shouted at the guy on the end, clapping her hands. She sounded annoyed. She was putting on a good show. I wondered if this was just designed to intimidate us or fuck with us, but Joan didnt scream or recoil when the guy on the end unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Okay, buddy. Start jerking it. Can you even get it hard?
I looked down the line out of the corner of my eye. I guess he was average. His flaccid dick was a couple inches long, and as it flapped around in his hand, it grew significantly. It took him about thirty seconds to get erect. I didnt blame him; I had seen him drinking a lot, and Im sure he was nervous. Joan got on her knees, and he held his dick parallel to the floor while she measured it.
Name? she asked.
Mark, he said, his voice cracking.
Alright Marie, Mark is six and a quarter, she said. The short girl, Marie, wrote something down on the paper attached to the clipboard, and Jennifer made a soft grunt of approval, shrugging. They moved a little closer, looked at Marks dick, and nodded. You can put that away, Joan said. Mark tucked his member back into his boxers and zipped up his pants.
The girls moved onto the next guy.
Im Sam, he croaked. Jennifer and Marie laughed.
Did I tell you to talk, you fucking worm? Joan said, raising an eyebrow. Sam was the shortest guy on the line, and a little bit pudgy. He was sweating a lot.
No, maam, he replied. The bottle was passed to him, and Joan pushed it into his mouth. She made him drink for five seconds before she tipped the bottle away from his lips.
Take out your little dong, you fat fuck, Joan said to him. Tony took the bottle, drank, and passed it to me. Sam unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Joan raised both her eyebrows, and looked satisfied. The two other girls nodded. Sam began to masturbate, and his cock got hard after about fifteen seconds. I was able to see him much better than Mark, and he looked a lot bigger. His dick was thicker and uncut. Joan got to her knees again, and put the tape measure to his cock.
Sam is eight inches. Big boy, huh? Take off one for his weight, she said, slapping his round stomach. Real men need to be in shape. If you make it past tonight, youll be expected to get your shit together.
Sam nodded. The girls shuffled down to Tony, who identified himself after they asked him who he was. He took his pants down, and the girls burst out laughing almost immediately. I hadnt seen Tonys penis when I walked in on him with Gabriela, but a sideways glance revealed what the girls found funny. Tony was tiny. His dick was as skinny as his pinky, and stuck out an inch from his muscular pelvis.
Oh my God, Joan said, covering her mouth with her hand. Youd better be a fucking grower.
Do you need a magnifying glass, Joan? Marie asked. She bent down to get a closer look at him.
No, but hed better start wanking. Start jerking your little dick, silly, Joan said. Tony took his cock between his thumb and forefinger, and moved his foreskin back and forth. After a minute, it had grown to maybe two inches. The girls were giggling all the time, and I heard Sam hide a laugh with a cough when Tony thrust out his fully hard dick. It was so short that it barely emerged from his coarse, black pubes. He smiled, but his eyes were unfocused and lazy. He must have been trashed. Joan measured him.
Holy Jesus, she said. Two and a half inches. Are you fucking kidding me? Are you even a man? What the fuck are you doing here?
Do you actually fuck people with that thing? Marie asked.
What the fuck do you do with that faggy little weiner? Jennifer asked, pointing at Tonys erection.
Everyone, come look at this, Marie said, motioning the other guys to turn their heads. This is not a man. If any of you guys look like this, youd better get the fuck out of here.
None of the guys moved.
Get the fuck out of here, you little bitch, Joan yelled. Youre not a fucking man. Take that little dick with you. Go jerk off your pathetic little weiner at home.
Tony struggled to pull his pants back up, and Maries heels clacked as she chased him to the door, slapping his ass with the back of the clipboard. She was cackling like a maniac the entire time, and Jennifer and Joans faces were red with laughter. It took them a minute to settle down, which was long enough for me to take two more drinks. My heart was pumping, and I was worried that I was so drunk that I wouldnt be able to get it up. They turned to me, and my stomach did a somersault.
Youd better not be a disappointment like your fucking friend there, Joan said. Her green eyes pierced me, and it took everything in my power not to stare at her tits, peaking out over the v-neck of her black dress. The tops of them were pale and smooth, and looked like they were straining against the fabric. I couldnt move.
Pull out your fucking cock, faggot, she said, walking up to me. She grabbed my pants and unzipped them. I raised my arms to struggle, but she pulled them down before I could stop her. My cock shot out like it was on a spring.
Marie dropped the clipboard. Jennifer gasped and jumped back.
What, Joan started. The fuck. Is that?
Regardless of the nervousness I was feeling, my cock already had blood pumping through it. As it flopped out of my zipper, it began to get hard, twitching with the beat of my heart.
Is that thing fucking real? Did one of the brothers tip you off, so you stuck a dildo in your pants? Marie asked. She reached over and pulled my boxers down to my knees. My dick hung in front of me, slowly growing. The three girls gathered around. Marie reached out toward my crotch, but Jennifer swatted her hand away.
You have a boyfriend, Jennifer whispered to her.
So? I just want to see if its real, she replied, biting her bottom lip.
Oh, its definitely real, Joan said. She poked my hardening shaft with the end of her pen. It swung back and forth like a pendulum.
I want to see it cum, Marie said, grabbing Jennifers hand. I want to see if it shoots a big load. Does it shoot a big load, honey?
I guess so, I said, shrugging. The guys around me were getting uncomfortable, shifting on their feet.
This is so gay, one of the guys to my left said. He hadnt pulled his dick out yet. Im gonna get the fuck out of here.
He left the line, and walked towards the door.
Fine, Jennifer said. Get out of here, tiny cock. The three girls laughed as the guy walked across the room and slammed the door shut behind him. They turned back to me.
Jerk it off, Joan said, staring me in the eye. Jerk off that fat piece of meat.
I began to run my hand up and down my cock, and after a few seconds it was rock hard. The girls looked straight down at it, and Marie bit her lip when I started jerking it faster. The alcohol was starting to have an effect, and after a couple minutes I still didnt feel anywhere close to coming.
Whats wrong, honey? Joan asked, looking me in the eyes. You cant make your big dick come? What good are you if you cant shoot a big load for us?
I kept stoking my dick faster and faster. Joan moved to my left and put her head next to mine. She started whispering in my ear.
Your big cock is so fucking sexy, baby, she said. I could feel the heat of her breath in my ear. I want you to fuck me with it. I want you to take that throbbing piece of meat and ram it into my tiny pussy. I want you to feel my cunt wrap around your cock, and then I want you to fuck me until you shoot a big load inside me. I want to feel your hot spunk fill my hole, honey.
That did it.
My cock began to spasm, and Jennifer had to jump out of the way to avoid the ropes of jizz that shot out of my dick. It felt good, but I was so drunk that I couldnt really tell when it started or finished. As I slowed my stroking and squeezed the last drops of come from the tip of my cock, Joan picked the clipboard off the floor. It had a couple drops of semen on it.
Whats your name, baby? Joan asked.
Tom, I said. I wasnt sure if I should smile or not.
Okay Tom, Joan replied. Youre definitely in.