Fifteen young men, Freshman pledging the Oh-Mega House, stood in line on the grassy lawn dressed in white briefs, a number on their left pectoral, as a crowd of spectators watched them. The President of the fraternity, Kyle Edwards, stood a few feet away from them with a hose that he sprayed occasionally into the grass trying to intimidate them about what was about to happen. He waited until the young men almost got comfortable, the crowd almost got bored, and then he sprayed the one in the middle right in the crotch with the hardest pressure he could make it shoot. The pledge let out a yell because of the cold water and pain to his balls before covering his crotch.
Kyle let out a laugh and released the handle, pointed the hose to the ground. The other young men looked to their fellow pledge then to Kyle and the audience. The pledge held his hands to his balls, tried to cover himself, and tickle some life back into them at the same time. He managed to catch his breath when Kyle raised the hose at him again and sprayed him in the chest. The water hit him right in the middle and he let out another yell, continued to scream as it hit his left nipple, then his right nipple, and finally his belly. He stepped back and was hit in the face, water went in his mouth and he choked some as he backed away only to slip on the grass and fall. He thought for a moment that it was over until Kyle was over him spraying him with more water.
“Get up pledge,” Kyle commanded.
The pledge tried to hold onto his balls with one hand as he got up but slipped again. This time face forward. He groaned in pain as the ice water hit his backside and then his butt rendering his underwear almost pointless as it clung to him. He put both hands down into the grass and pushed himself up through the water and stood covered in grass blades and droplets of water. Kyle sprayed him directly in the crotch and he turned away. And then it stopped.
Kyle smiled as he watched the pledge realize it was over for the moment as he stepped back to pick out his next target. He moved on to the one on the far right and sprayed him in the crotch. The middle pledge stepped back into line and held his hands down over his cock and balls. Everyone was looking at someone else and yet he felt completely exposed.
One by one Kyle worked each pledge over with the hose until their underwear was translucent, most covered themselves afterwards, others stood more casual with their hands on their hips, a few had their arms crossed, and two of them gloated in the attention they were getting. It helped that they had the biggest cocks in the group, pressed in their briefs up over a thigh in the wet material.
The pledges thought it was over as Kyle set down the hose and walked away but they noticed the stereo behind some fraternity members. It had a long extension cord that ran back into the house. Kyle squatted to it, turned it on, raised the volume to the maximum and pressed play on the MP3 player that was connected by an auxiliary cord. Dance music began to play. The pledges looked to each other. Some were confused, others were frightened, the two young men who were well hung grinned.
“We’re going to have a little dance competition.” Kyle yelled. “The frat brothers will give you points based on how well you dance. Keep your underwear on but anything else goes. Now twerk bitches!”
The two guys with big dicks turned and began to bounce their asses to the amusement and cheers of the crowd, a few others imitated them, some began to dance in a different style but the one in the middle stood there intimidated by what he was seeing. He was still partially drunk but this was all too far, all too much. And yet he was here, the people were watching him. He looked from the pledges to the fraternity brothers who stared at them all, to the crowd, some of whom were also dancing, and then to Kyle who saw he wasn’t participating. He tried to force himself to dance but he found he could barely move.
Kyle moved in on him in an instant and pulled him from the line, away from the spectators. They were close. They could smell each other’s breath. Kyle’s warm hands grabbed at his biceps. He let out a screech but then Kyle turned him, pulled him to his body. He thought for a moment he was safe as he felt this other man’s warmth, the breath on his ear.
“Maybe you’ll give me a private dance later,” Kyle said. “If you want to.”
Kyle stepped back and swatted him on the ass before telling him to wait there as he went to pick up the hose. The pledge watched as Kyle went back to spraying the other young men, sometimes releasing water up in the air to let it rain down on them. He watched the other men shake their asses and grind on each other. He felt a new warmth he couldn’t deny but was even more embarrassing.
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