Greetings, all. Here's the latest installment of my ongoing Scarlet Skull series. Hope you enjoy!
THE CHRONICLES OF SCARLET SKULL
Chapter Five: Out of Control
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“GAAAAHAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Vince screamed. He wiggled his bare behind frantically in response to the intimate caress of the feather. It swept up and down his spine, from the base of his neck to the patch of sensitive skin just above the cleft of his buttocks and back again. The feather was driving him fucking NUTS! No more than five minutes could possibly have passed since the start of his Advanced Challenge, but already his naked body was covered with goose bumps and greasy sweat. “EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” he shrieked.
Dressed in the black hooded robe to which he was entitled as the Assistant Pledge Master of Scarlet Skull, Chris manipulated the stiff pointed feather with a skill born of long practice. Vince was suspended by his wrists in a wooden frame, legs apart, ankles secured to the uprights, poised on the balls of his feet. As he tickled the naked jock, Chris could not help but admire the way in which the muscles of Vince’s legs and ass tensed and trembled. It made him want to sweep the feather just a BIT lower. . .
But where Vince was concerned, Chris was skating over thin ice. Back when the naked jock had been preparing for the Ordeal required of all those who pledged Scarlet Skull, Chris provided him with some unauthorized coaching. This was the kind of thing that could get a brother into trouble with the senior members of the Chapter. All the more reason now, he reminded himself, to stick strictly to the script.
Advancing Vince to this point was risky enough. Having passed his own Advanced Challenge with flying colors (as the purple stripes on the sleeves of his robe attested), Chris was entitled to nominate another SS brother for the honor. Perhaps foolishly, he’d chosen Vince.
Chris and Vince had become rather. . .close. . .in the months following the latter’s initiation by Ordeal into Scarlet Skull. This, of course, was a secret that they took some pains to conceal from the senior leadership of the chapter. Their illicit trysts took place off campus, usually in some seedy motel room. If the Chapter President or the Pledge Master ever found out that Chris had showed favoritism by nominating his special friend for the Advanced Challenge, he’d be stripped of his office and given a harsh punishment.
And Chris much preferred to mete out the punishments, as he was doing this evening.
As for Vince, the challenge he faced now was the exact opposite of the Ordeal. Then, he had been required to prove himself worthy of Scarlet Skull by launching his load over the line. Tonight he would be required to exercise the utmost in self-discipline.
“The true measure of your fitness for a high place among your brothers is control,” the Pledge Master had intoned as Vince was led in naked and positioned for the Challenge. “He who possesses the strength and the will to control his masculine impulses is truly worthy of the honorable rank to which you aspire. Therefore, Brother, are you prepared to undertake the Advanced Challenge?”
Vince had answered in the affirmative. Now he was having second thoughts.
“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” Vince howled as the feather caressed the unbearably sensitive spot just above his butt. He writhed madly, causing his balls to jiggle and bounce between his wide-open thighs. And he concentrated very fiercely indeed in an effort to prevent himself from becoming aroused. Given the fact that he was being intimately tickled by his very special friend Chris, this was shaping up to be a challenge indeed.
Ranged along the walls of the dimly lit room were the senior members of the Chapter, those brothers who had passed the Advanced Challenge. Among them were Chapter President Steve and Pledge Master Gary. They watched avidly as the naked, laughing jock writhed and squirmed. After ten minutes or so, Gary caught Chris’ eye and gave a slight nod. With a sly smile, the Assistant Pledge Master brought the feather down to stroke the backs of Vince’s knees!
“EEEEEEHEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vince shrieked. He went up on his toes and danced a maddened jig as jolt after excruciating jolt of ticklish electricity jangled his nerves. A fresh wave of goose bumps roughened his skin, causing the dark hairs on his arms and legs to stick out like tiny quills. “BWAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!” he howled.
To keep his mind off Chris, Vince was employing an old technique guaranteed to take the starch out of an unwanted hard-on. The trick was to envision the hottest chick of one’s acquaintance, on the john, face contorted by the strain of trying to grunt one out, with a tiny bead of sweat between her knotted brows. For this scenario, Vince had chosen Gretchen Peterson, a curvaceous blonde from his U.S. History class. And so far, the tactic was working. If only he could maintain focus, and not allow his mind to wander back to his last assignation with slender, clever Chris—!
For his part, Chris had no worries about the fact that he was in a manly way. The robe concealed his arousal, and he really saw no reason why he shouldn’t enjoy this opportunity to do in public what he and Vince had done so often in private. There was a good deal of irony in the situation, he reflected as he stroked the backs of the naked jock’s quivering legs. Here they were, doing things otherwise forbidden, under the eyes of the senior members of the chapter. Actually, Chris told himself, there was something rather sexy about the situation. . .
The fact that they had an audience ought to have helped Vince maintain control, but in truth he too found it an arousing situation. It was becoming more and more difficult for him to stay focused on his bathroom image of the buxom Gretchen. His insides felt all loose and oily; his balls were beginning to throb; his cock was beginning to twitch ever so slightly. . .
“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-ho-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” Vince bellowed. Chris was stroking the backs of his THIGHS and it was making him CRAZY! He squirmed and struggled with desperate energy, striving vainly to distract himself from the urgent, lascivious desires that were beginning to give him a fucking ERECTION—!
“Uh-oh,” someone called from the sidelines. “He’s starting to LOSE it!”
“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vince screamed. He was horribly aware that that he WAS starting to lose it. Try as he might, the naked jock couldn’t prevent the inevitable. Slowly but steadily, his joystick was rising and lengthening itself. Hoots and whistles came from the sidelines, making him cringe with humiliation. But he couldn’t HELP it—oh, how he LOVED being tickled—!
Though Chris couldn’t see what was happening, he recognized the familiar note in Vince’s squealing laughter. After all, they’d played this game together many times. And what FUN it had been having poor naked Vince at his mercy! But this was even BETTER—because they had an AUDIENCE—and because they had a SECRET that the audience didn’t know—! With this in mind, Chris touched his upper lip with the tip of his tongue and swept the feather up to tickle Vince’s puckered orifice!
“EEEEEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” the naked jock shrieked wildly. His body convulsed as if he’d been poked with a cattle prod. “OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” he howled. “OH NOT MY ASSHO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-HOLE!!!”
“THAT’S getting to him!” someone snickered from the sidelines.
“Looks like Vince is really just a CANDY ass!” someone else observed.
“Yeah, he’s gonna SQUIRT, all right!”
“Maybe he has a crush on Chris.” Rough, masculine laughter greeted this witticism.
“Freaking jocks. Get them naked and go to work on them, and they’re all the same.”
“Remember how quick he was for his Ordeal?”
“Yeah, he was LIKING it!” Another bark of laughter ensued.
If only they knew, Chris reflected as he continued to probe Vince’s sensitive crevice with his feather. Vince liked it, all right. He LOVED it. And unless Chris did something to help him, that illicit lust would sink the naked jock’s chances of passing the Advanced Challenge.
But with Vince at his mercy this way, the alternative was just too damned tempting.
“So, Pledgee-poo,” he whispered, using the pet name he’d adopted for Vince while helping him prepare for his ordeal. “Do you want to CUM, hmmmm?”
“OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO!!!” Vince protested. No one else could hear Chris’s whisper, and the naked jock’s frantic protests gave no hint of the real situation. As far as the audience was concerned, poor Vince was simply laughing his stupid HEAD off.
“I bet you do want to CUM,” Chris continued. “ Your boy toy is sticking WAY out, isn’t it, Pledgee-poo? Want me to TICKLE it?”
“AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Vince screamed. The feather was driving him absolutely fucking BUGFUCK! Electric thrills were shooting up his fucking asshole, straight into his fucking BALLS! “EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” he howled.
“That’s right, Pledgee-poo,” Chris whispered. “Just let yourself GO. You know you WANT to. You know you want to CUM. And I’m going to HELP you. . .”
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vince screeched. He wiggled so hard that the sweat flew from his torso. His nerves were vibrating. His balls were pulsing with erotic urgency. His tumid tool was sticking up at an acute angle. “PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!!” he squealed. “I’M GOING CRAZEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Watch out, Chris!” someone called from the sidelines. “He’s gonna have an ACCIDENT!”
“I think he wants to DO it!”
“Oops, no senior status for THIS jerk-off!”
The laughing, ribald comments continued as Chris tickled and Vince laughed. By now the naked jock was past caring about the outcome of the Challenge. He simply wanted the torture to END—even if it meant a humiliating loss of control in the sight of the senior brothers. And truth be told, the prospect of performing before an audience was actually a spur to his galloping lust. It was humiliating, disgusting, but oh, so EXCITING to think that he might be made to empty his balls with all these guys WATCHING—!
Chris, meanwhile, was trying to decide if he should end this by driving poor Vince to orgasm. It wouldn’t be hard to do. Simply by thrusting the feather between Vince’s thighs to tickle his balls and cock, Chris knew he could bring Vince’s Challenge to an abrupt and messy end. And, since every brother was permitted a do-over, THAT meant that Chris and Vince would get to play this game again. . .
On the other hand, the longer this went on, the greater the risk that their clandestine affair would be somehow exposed. It might be better, Chris reflected, to help Vince pass the Challenge now. After all, he reminded himself, there would be plenty of time down the road for the fun and games of which they had both grown so fond.
GAAAAAAHAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” the naked jock bellowed as Chris wrestled with his decision. He jerked his hips to and fro in a vain attempt to make the feather dip lower, between his trembling thighs, to caress his pulsing BALLS! By now Vince was past caring about the outcome of his Challenge. He was hard, he was horny, and he’d gladly have sold his fucking SOUL to fucking SATAN if only Chris would grant him the blessed release he so fervently desired—!
Chris continued to tease the naked jock’s puckered orifice—an exceptionally sensitive target, as he well knew. He loved the way this intimate caress made Vince shiver and wiggle. As always, it was delicious to have this muscular stud at his mercy, writhing like a SISSY and squealing like a GIRL just because he was being TICKLED! Chris was having trouble making his own hips behave at this point. He sported a rock-hard erection and the swollen head of his cock was brushing against the rough fabric of his robe. Perhaps it was the salacious sensation thus produced that helped Chris to reach a decision.
Poor Vince would be passing the Advanced Challenge tonight.
Chris allowed the feather to drop down and probe forward. Its pointed tip touched Vince’s tight balls. And ever so gently, Chris stroked them.
“HIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vince screeched. His back arched. His belly, butt and thigh muscles convulsed. His tumid tool twitched up and extruded a clear, tiny drop of pre-cum. And he knew—oh, he just KNEW—that if the fucking FEATHER would just tickle his fucking COCK, he would most definitely cum his fucking BRAINS out—!
“I think you found his sweet spot!” someone called from the sidelines.
“He’ll never make it now!” someone else agreed.
“What a candy ass!”
“Look how he wiggles his ass!”
Unnoticed, Chris wiggled his own ass. He could tell that he himself was getting close to having an accident, and that wouldn’t do. There must be no hint to the senior members that anything was going on between him and Vince. That meant that the naked jock’s anguish could not be prolonged. To avoid embarrassment, Chris would have to bring the Advanced Challenge to an end now.
And so, with a lewd grin, he slipped the feather past Vince’s balls!
“GRRRRRRUUUUUUMPH!!!” Vince grunted as the feather stroked the length of his rigid rod. His hips jerked back and forth in response to the teasing, tormenting thrill in produced by this exquisite caress. A hot, urgent sensation squeezed his balls and tightened his asshole.
“Do you LIKE it when I do this, Pledgee-poo?” Chris whispered. “Does it make you want to CUM?”
“GGGGGGRRRRRRUMMMMMMPH!!!” Vince replied. “UGH!!! UGH!!! UGH!!!”
“Any second now!” someone called.
And then it was happening! Oh FUCK it was HAPPENING! The feather was stroking the full length of his SHAFT, stroking it FAST! Vince went up his toes, arched his back, wiggled his hips and with a lustful, gut-busting grunt, commenced to cum his stupid fucking BRAINS out!
Wave after joyous wave of pure fucking ECSTASY flowed through his squirming body liquid fire as he emptied his balls in a series of urgent, muscular spurts. He writhed in his bonds, grunting and sweating, only dimly aware of the hoots and applause from the sidelines that greeted his failure to pass the Advanced Challenge. . .
“Jesus CHRIST!” Vince exclaimed later that week as Chris closed the door of the motel room. “How the fuck did you PASS that thing? How does ANYONE pass?”
“That’s why they call it the Advanced Challenge, Pledgee-poo.” Chris patted his friend’s cheek. “Are you going to take your clothes off or what?”
Vince grinned bashfully and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Well, you get to try again next semester, Pledgee-poo.” Chris said a few minutes later as he tied the naked jocks hands behind his back. “You’ll be better prepared next time.”
“How do you prepare for something like THAT?” Vince whined.
“I don’t know about anyone else, Pledgee-poo,” Chris replied. They kneeling face to face; Chris ran his fingers through the naked jock’s dark chest hair. “But personally, I jerked off three or four times that day.”
“I never thought of THAT!” Vince cried. He felt like a moron.
“Don’t worry, Pledgee-poo.” Chris promised. “We’ll make sure that you’re ready. Now, in the meantime, are you extra-ticklish tonight? Let’s find out!”
“Spank me too,” the naked jock whispered.
“If you insist. . .”
THE CHRONICLES OF SCARLET SKULL
Chapter Five: Out of Control
***
“GAAAAHAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Vince screamed. He wiggled his bare behind frantically in response to the intimate caress of the feather. It swept up and down his spine, from the base of his neck to the patch of sensitive skin just above the cleft of his buttocks and back again. The feather was driving him fucking NUTS! No more than five minutes could possibly have passed since the start of his Advanced Challenge, but already his naked body was covered with goose bumps and greasy sweat. “EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” he shrieked.
Dressed in the black hooded robe to which he was entitled as the Assistant Pledge Master of Scarlet Skull, Chris manipulated the stiff pointed feather with a skill born of long practice. Vince was suspended by his wrists in a wooden frame, legs apart, ankles secured to the uprights, poised on the balls of his feet. As he tickled the naked jock, Chris could not help but admire the way in which the muscles of Vince’s legs and ass tensed and trembled. It made him want to sweep the feather just a BIT lower. . .
But where Vince was concerned, Chris was skating over thin ice. Back when the naked jock had been preparing for the Ordeal required of all those who pledged Scarlet Skull, Chris provided him with some unauthorized coaching. This was the kind of thing that could get a brother into trouble with the senior members of the Chapter. All the more reason now, he reminded himself, to stick strictly to the script.
Advancing Vince to this point was risky enough. Having passed his own Advanced Challenge with flying colors (as the purple stripes on the sleeves of his robe attested), Chris was entitled to nominate another SS brother for the honor. Perhaps foolishly, he’d chosen Vince.
Chris and Vince had become rather. . .close. . .in the months following the latter’s initiation by Ordeal into Scarlet Skull. This, of course, was a secret that they took some pains to conceal from the senior leadership of the chapter. Their illicit trysts took place off campus, usually in some seedy motel room. If the Chapter President or the Pledge Master ever found out that Chris had showed favoritism by nominating his special friend for the Advanced Challenge, he’d be stripped of his office and given a harsh punishment.
And Chris much preferred to mete out the punishments, as he was doing this evening.
As for Vince, the challenge he faced now was the exact opposite of the Ordeal. Then, he had been required to prove himself worthy of Scarlet Skull by launching his load over the line. Tonight he would be required to exercise the utmost in self-discipline.
“The true measure of your fitness for a high place among your brothers is control,” the Pledge Master had intoned as Vince was led in naked and positioned for the Challenge. “He who possesses the strength and the will to control his masculine impulses is truly worthy of the honorable rank to which you aspire. Therefore, Brother, are you prepared to undertake the Advanced Challenge?”
Vince had answered in the affirmative. Now he was having second thoughts.
“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” Vince howled as the feather caressed the unbearably sensitive spot just above his butt. He writhed madly, causing his balls to jiggle and bounce between his wide-open thighs. And he concentrated very fiercely indeed in an effort to prevent himself from becoming aroused. Given the fact that he was being intimately tickled by his very special friend Chris, this was shaping up to be a challenge indeed.
Ranged along the walls of the dimly lit room were the senior members of the Chapter, those brothers who had passed the Advanced Challenge. Among them were Chapter President Steve and Pledge Master Gary. They watched avidly as the naked, laughing jock writhed and squirmed. After ten minutes or so, Gary caught Chris’ eye and gave a slight nod. With a sly smile, the Assistant Pledge Master brought the feather down to stroke the backs of Vince’s knees!
“EEEEEEHEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vince shrieked. He went up on his toes and danced a maddened jig as jolt after excruciating jolt of ticklish electricity jangled his nerves. A fresh wave of goose bumps roughened his skin, causing the dark hairs on his arms and legs to stick out like tiny quills. “BWAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!” he howled.
To keep his mind off Chris, Vince was employing an old technique guaranteed to take the starch out of an unwanted hard-on. The trick was to envision the hottest chick of one’s acquaintance, on the john, face contorted by the strain of trying to grunt one out, with a tiny bead of sweat between her knotted brows. For this scenario, Vince had chosen Gretchen Peterson, a curvaceous blonde from his U.S. History class. And so far, the tactic was working. If only he could maintain focus, and not allow his mind to wander back to his last assignation with slender, clever Chris—!
For his part, Chris had no worries about the fact that he was in a manly way. The robe concealed his arousal, and he really saw no reason why he shouldn’t enjoy this opportunity to do in public what he and Vince had done so often in private. There was a good deal of irony in the situation, he reflected as he stroked the backs of the naked jock’s quivering legs. Here they were, doing things otherwise forbidden, under the eyes of the senior members of the chapter. Actually, Chris told himself, there was something rather sexy about the situation. . .
The fact that they had an audience ought to have helped Vince maintain control, but in truth he too found it an arousing situation. It was becoming more and more difficult for him to stay focused on his bathroom image of the buxom Gretchen. His insides felt all loose and oily; his balls were beginning to throb; his cock was beginning to twitch ever so slightly. . .
“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-ho-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” Vince bellowed. Chris was stroking the backs of his THIGHS and it was making him CRAZY! He squirmed and struggled with desperate energy, striving vainly to distract himself from the urgent, lascivious desires that were beginning to give him a fucking ERECTION—!
“Uh-oh,” someone called from the sidelines. “He’s starting to LOSE it!”
“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vince screamed. He was horribly aware that that he WAS starting to lose it. Try as he might, the naked jock couldn’t prevent the inevitable. Slowly but steadily, his joystick was rising and lengthening itself. Hoots and whistles came from the sidelines, making him cringe with humiliation. But he couldn’t HELP it—oh, how he LOVED being tickled—!
Though Chris couldn’t see what was happening, he recognized the familiar note in Vince’s squealing laughter. After all, they’d played this game together many times. And what FUN it had been having poor naked Vince at his mercy! But this was even BETTER—because they had an AUDIENCE—and because they had a SECRET that the audience didn’t know—! With this in mind, Chris touched his upper lip with the tip of his tongue and swept the feather up to tickle Vince’s puckered orifice!
“EEEEEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEEEEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” the naked jock shrieked wildly. His body convulsed as if he’d been poked with a cattle prod. “OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO!!!” he howled. “OH NOT MY ASSHO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO-HOLE!!!”
“THAT’S getting to him!” someone snickered from the sidelines.
“Looks like Vince is really just a CANDY ass!” someone else observed.
“Yeah, he’s gonna SQUIRT, all right!”
“Maybe he has a crush on Chris.” Rough, masculine laughter greeted this witticism.
“Freaking jocks. Get them naked and go to work on them, and they’re all the same.”
“Remember how quick he was for his Ordeal?”
“Yeah, he was LIKING it!” Another bark of laughter ensued.
If only they knew, Chris reflected as he continued to probe Vince’s sensitive crevice with his feather. Vince liked it, all right. He LOVED it. And unless Chris did something to help him, that illicit lust would sink the naked jock’s chances of passing the Advanced Challenge.
But with Vince at his mercy this way, the alternative was just too damned tempting.
“So, Pledgee-poo,” he whispered, using the pet name he’d adopted for Vince while helping him prepare for his ordeal. “Do you want to CUM, hmmmm?”
“OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO!!!” Vince protested. No one else could hear Chris’s whisper, and the naked jock’s frantic protests gave no hint of the real situation. As far as the audience was concerned, poor Vince was simply laughing his stupid HEAD off.
“I bet you do want to CUM,” Chris continued. “ Your boy toy is sticking WAY out, isn’t it, Pledgee-poo? Want me to TICKLE it?”
“AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Vince screamed. The feather was driving him absolutely fucking BUGFUCK! Electric thrills were shooting up his fucking asshole, straight into his fucking BALLS! “EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” he howled.
“That’s right, Pledgee-poo,” Chris whispered. “Just let yourself GO. You know you WANT to. You know you want to CUM. And I’m going to HELP you. . .”
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vince screeched. He wiggled so hard that the sweat flew from his torso. His nerves were vibrating. His balls were pulsing with erotic urgency. His tumid tool was sticking up at an acute angle. “PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!!” he squealed. “I’M GOING CRAZEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Watch out, Chris!” someone called from the sidelines. “He’s gonna have an ACCIDENT!”
“I think he wants to DO it!”
“Oops, no senior status for THIS jerk-off!”
The laughing, ribald comments continued as Chris tickled and Vince laughed. By now the naked jock was past caring about the outcome of the Challenge. He simply wanted the torture to END—even if it meant a humiliating loss of control in the sight of the senior brothers. And truth be told, the prospect of performing before an audience was actually a spur to his galloping lust. It was humiliating, disgusting, but oh, so EXCITING to think that he might be made to empty his balls with all these guys WATCHING—!
Chris, meanwhile, was trying to decide if he should end this by driving poor Vince to orgasm. It wouldn’t be hard to do. Simply by thrusting the feather between Vince’s thighs to tickle his balls and cock, Chris knew he could bring Vince’s Challenge to an abrupt and messy end. And, since every brother was permitted a do-over, THAT meant that Chris and Vince would get to play this game again. . .
On the other hand, the longer this went on, the greater the risk that their clandestine affair would be somehow exposed. It might be better, Chris reflected, to help Vince pass the Challenge now. After all, he reminded himself, there would be plenty of time down the road for the fun and games of which they had both grown so fond.
GAAAAAAHAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” the naked jock bellowed as Chris wrestled with his decision. He jerked his hips to and fro in a vain attempt to make the feather dip lower, between his trembling thighs, to caress his pulsing BALLS! By now Vince was past caring about the outcome of his Challenge. He was hard, he was horny, and he’d gladly have sold his fucking SOUL to fucking SATAN if only Chris would grant him the blessed release he so fervently desired—!
Chris continued to tease the naked jock’s puckered orifice—an exceptionally sensitive target, as he well knew. He loved the way this intimate caress made Vince shiver and wiggle. As always, it was delicious to have this muscular stud at his mercy, writhing like a SISSY and squealing like a GIRL just because he was being TICKLED! Chris was having trouble making his own hips behave at this point. He sported a rock-hard erection and the swollen head of his cock was brushing against the rough fabric of his robe. Perhaps it was the salacious sensation thus produced that helped Chris to reach a decision.
Poor Vince would be passing the Advanced Challenge tonight.
Chris allowed the feather to drop down and probe forward. Its pointed tip touched Vince’s tight balls. And ever so gently, Chris stroked them.
“HIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIEEEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Vince screeched. His back arched. His belly, butt and thigh muscles convulsed. His tumid tool twitched up and extruded a clear, tiny drop of pre-cum. And he knew—oh, he just KNEW—that if the fucking FEATHER would just tickle his fucking COCK, he would most definitely cum his fucking BRAINS out—!
“I think you found his sweet spot!” someone called from the sidelines.
“He’ll never make it now!” someone else agreed.
“What a candy ass!”
“Look how he wiggles his ass!”
Unnoticed, Chris wiggled his own ass. He could tell that he himself was getting close to having an accident, and that wouldn’t do. There must be no hint to the senior members that anything was going on between him and Vince. That meant that the naked jock’s anguish could not be prolonged. To avoid embarrassment, Chris would have to bring the Advanced Challenge to an end now.
And so, with a lewd grin, he slipped the feather past Vince’s balls!
“GRRRRRRUUUUUUMPH!!!” Vince grunted as the feather stroked the length of his rigid rod. His hips jerked back and forth in response to the teasing, tormenting thrill in produced by this exquisite caress. A hot, urgent sensation squeezed his balls and tightened his asshole.
“Do you LIKE it when I do this, Pledgee-poo?” Chris whispered. “Does it make you want to CUM?”
“GGGGGGRRRRRRUMMMMMMPH!!!” Vince replied. “UGH!!! UGH!!! UGH!!!”
“Any second now!” someone called.
And then it was happening! Oh FUCK it was HAPPENING! The feather was stroking the full length of his SHAFT, stroking it FAST! Vince went up his toes, arched his back, wiggled his hips and with a lustful, gut-busting grunt, commenced to cum his stupid fucking BRAINS out!
Wave after joyous wave of pure fucking ECSTASY flowed through his squirming body liquid fire as he emptied his balls in a series of urgent, muscular spurts. He writhed in his bonds, grunting and sweating, only dimly aware of the hoots and applause from the sidelines that greeted his failure to pass the Advanced Challenge. . .
***
“Jesus CHRIST!” Vince exclaimed later that week as Chris closed the door of the motel room. “How the fuck did you PASS that thing? How does ANYONE pass?”
“That’s why they call it the Advanced Challenge, Pledgee-poo.” Chris patted his friend’s cheek. “Are you going to take your clothes off or what?”
Vince grinned bashfully and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Well, you get to try again next semester, Pledgee-poo.” Chris said a few minutes later as he tied the naked jocks hands behind his back. “You’ll be better prepared next time.”
“How do you prepare for something like THAT?” Vince whined.
“I don’t know about anyone else, Pledgee-poo,” Chris replied. They kneeling face to face; Chris ran his fingers through the naked jock’s dark chest hair. “But personally, I jerked off three or four times that day.”
“I never thought of THAT!” Vince cried. He felt like a moron.
“Don’t worry, Pledgee-poo.” Chris promised. “We’ll make sure that you’re ready. Now, in the meantime, are you extra-ticklish tonight? Let’s find out!”
“Spank me too,” the naked jock whispered.
“If you insist. . .”
