I found this story on-line some time ago.
If anyone knows the identity of the author (and if there are more!) I would be happy to credit him.

Part 1


Mark braced himself for the buckets of cold water as they were hurled at him. Well, at least he braced himself as much as was possible when four muscular lads were holding him in position. In the few seconds before the splash his mind traced over the events of the last hour or so.
Mark had been at the college for less than a week. He'd been anticipating it for months, ever since he had applied to leave the UK and join an American Dance college for three years of training.
He'd made sure he was in America plenty early enough to catch some of the summer sun so that when he started term he'd not be the pasty, British colour that he usually was. The result was that his firm, muscular form (as forged from years of dance and gym visits) was a lovely natural bronze. He'd even taken the time to sprawl out on some nudist beaches in order to avoid tan lines. He was also smooth all over, save for a small, trimmed pubic patch just above his average-sized, cut manhood. As a dancer he didn't have any hang-ups about showing his body off. He'd done so many performances in nothing more than a pair of Speedos that he wanted to look his best and didn't mind who saw what.
On the day of arrival he checked into his all-guy dorm and quickly began chatting to some of the other guys. There was the usually bravado, lots of talk of work they'd done, of how much they could bench-press, some roughing about between the guys who knew one another; it wasn't long before the more senior guys in the building came down and announced the details for selection for membership of the main fraternity on campus. Being up for a laugh and willing to make new friends, Mark made a mental note of the arrangements: the next afternoon anyone wishing to try out was to be at the patch of ground behind the Frat's house and to attend in a t-shirt, shorts, dance-support, socks and trainers.
The next afternoon Mark and some of the other guys he had been chatting to turned up. There was a lot of rumour and supposition as to what would be involved in the tryout; Mark paid it no attention and just thought about what he'd like it to be like.
As they walked around the corner they saw quite an intriguing sight.
Firstly, there was a clear distinction between the guys trying out and the frat members already. The frat members were all in purple shorts, with a massive yellow 'Alpha, delta, pi' symbol in yellow down the left leg. None of them had a shirt on which was an amazing sight as clearly the sport and dance campus only had incredibly well developed guys on it. Mark smiled to himself thinking about how much fun he'd have people watching, even if none of them were gay like him.
Mark turned his attention away from the plethora of hot guys and surveyed the grassy area ahead of them.
Nearest to where the guys currently stood, there was a collection of large paddling pools of balloons that look liked they had been filled with something. Mark noted that one of the pools just had water in it.
Next to the pools was a massive slip-n-slide style piece of sheeting that looked like it had been prepared to be very slippery. At the far end of this were about a dozen chairs with a pole behind them, each with a colander attached to it.
Leading away from this bizarre construction was a route marked with tape and poles that wound round in a semi-circle towards an area next to the slip-n-slide where the field appeared to have grown buckets rather than mushrooms. This then led on to a place where there were six chairs, each one had a large mound of what looked like shaving foam mounded up on it s that the backs of the chairs couldn't be seen.
All in all, the entire scene resembled and out-and-back obstacle race.
Mark's heart leapt for joy at the look of the mounds of foam. He had always had a passion for things that were messy and a game that ended in a chair of foam could only be good. His mind raced ahead about what the balloons and buckets could mean, his cock stirred slightly confirming to him that it could only be good.
A thought that occurred to him was that there were only six chairs but there were about thirty guys set to try out. Mark realised that the course was clearly the selection process and decided he was taking no prisoners.
A tall guy with dark, cropped hair put a speaking horn to his mouth and hollered for order and for the new wannabe initiates to gather. The frat members gathered in a group opposite the initiates.
"Welcome newbies, welcome to the Alpha-Delta-Pi selection test. Listen carefully as you'll only hear this once. The test begins now; you are all subject to the rules I make!
"In a moment a member of alpha-delta-pi will check you all for your eligibility. If you aren't in just a t-shirt, shorts, support and socks then you're not eligible and will be subject to a forfeit before we start, you will also be eliminated.
"Anyone left after this pre-elimination will then take a position at the start line. You will then run to the balloon pools and select one balloon. You run over the slip mat and sit on one of those chairs. You toss the balloon into the colander where it will burst and empty its contents onto you. You then return to this start point and take off your t-shirt and throw it into this pool of water.
"You then get another balloon, repeat and then throw your shorts in the water. Repeat and lose the socks AND lose your support. Yes ladies, you'll be running naked.
"Once naked you do one more balloon but this time after you've done your balloon you run through the u-bend marked by that tape. Only twelve of you are permitted to get through here. The rest of you will be rounded up in your naked state for a forfeit. The lucky first twelve will then progress to those buckets.
"In some of those twenty-four buckets are some new Speedos for those of you that find them. To find them you grab a bucket and up-end it over your head. If some Speedos fall out you pull them on and run to those Thrones of Foam and sit on one.
"If you do not find Speedos, place the bucket upside down on the ground and choose another, keep going until you find some Speedos; be fast however as there as only six pairs available.
"The six of you failing to find any will be rounded up and will face a forfeit. The six of you lucky enough to find Speedos and assume a seated position on a Throne of Foam will then progress to the final round.
"Any questions? No? Good! Line up for inspection!"
In an instant the frat guys moved for the new initiates. Mark watched as they lifted each of the initiates' shirts, then opened their shorts, checked inside them and then signalled for the initiate to go to the start line, which was a good five metres from the pools. Mark noticed that a couple of the frat guys had decided that a hand into the initiate's shorts was the way to inspect.
"You, here!" Mark heard, as a hand clasped is shoulder. Before he knew it a frat guy had turned Mark to face him for inspection. The frat guy was 6'2", tanned and very muscular. Mark felt a hand shoot into his shorts.
"Jock strap? Nice!" the frat dude growled into Mark's ear before extracting his hand. "Go to that start line", the frat guy said as he slapped Mark's firm arse.
Mark was caught off guard and blushed as he progressed to the line, his cock stirring again. He subtly adjusted himself, which didn't help as the impending task had got his heart pounding with excitement.
Mark turned to see that three initiates had not been allowed to the line. Two frat guys stood behind each one.
"These three consider these to be supports", the head of the frat shouted.
With a slight nod one of the frat guys behind each initiate held the initiate in place as the second frat guy pulled the initiates shorts down. There were whoops and shouts from the frat guys as these three stood in their underwear, clearly embarrassed.
"Well, Alpha-Delta-Pi, it's time to..." the head of the frat paused and all of the frat guys chanted together: "ALPHA! DELTA! PIE!"
Seemingly from nowhere three guys ran forwards, the initiates underwear was yanked down and a big cream pie was slapped into the front of each of their crotches. They were spun around and another pie was slammed into their arses to a great round of cheers and hoots from the frat guys.
The three messy guys were released. One of them hauled his underwear and shorts up quickly then winced as he realised he'd just mashed it all into his underwear. Another had taken to trying to wipe as much of it off his body as possible before replacing his shorts. However the more he rubbed, the harder his cock got and he eventually admitted defeat and pulled his shorts up, writhing to get them back on.
The third initiate cheered, took some of the mess in his hand and ate it before giving a thumbs-up and slapping his arse, causing the goop to twang out. This was met with a round of applause. The three failed initiates were lifted into the air then dumped into the pool of water where they were told to stay. Their faces filled with shock; clearly the water was cold.
"Right then! The rest of you remove your shoes and leave them on the start line. Don't worry, we're not total arseholes; your shoes will be safe here. They wont get stolen or messy. Alpha-delta-pi's to your stations!" the frat guys all moved to their positions where they could oversee the race as the initiates took off their shoes.
"Ready?" the head of the frat shouted. "GO!"
There was a surge of effort as a flock of guys sprinted for the balloon pools. Mark was glad he wasn't one of the first to reach the pools, as there was a lot of shoving when the main bulk of people arrived and one guy went in face-first. There were a series of loud bangs as balloons exploded. A second later the unfortunate guy re-emerged looking like he'd been in an explosion in a paint factory.
Mark ignored him and picked up a balloon, trying not to crush it. As he ventured onto the slip mat he saw some guys already had fallen over, the frat guys were throwing buckets of coloured natrasol and water in from the sidelines.
Mark was one of the first to make it to the other side of the slip mat unscathed. He sat down and tossed the balloon into the colander above him. It popped and he was showered in yellow gunge. Someone patted him on he shoulder and yelled, "GO!"
Mark was quickly back on his feet and running over the slip mat. He dived and skidded past another guy to reach the water pool fist. He then hauled his yellowed shirt off and threw it at the three guys in the pool.
His next run across the mat saw him catch a bucket of red gunge across his chest. His balloon this time showered him in blue gunge. This pushed the red gunge down into his shorts, which were already clinging to him.
He fell a lot on his way to the pool and whilst he was down he took his shorts off before throwing them in the face of one of the guys in the water pool. They couldn't help but end up getting messy as all of the discarded clothing hit them.
Mark was pleased to realise that his jock-clad butt was getting plenty of catcalls and wolf whistles from the frat guys. He grabbed his next balloon, grinning to himself and ran onto the slip mat.
By now there were guys running back and forth in all manner of states of undress. A hot guy in skimpy Speedos distracted Mark's attention. Mark slipped and landed on his balloon. It burst under his stomach and as he pushed himself up he looked down at the mass of thick, black gunge that was slipping down all over his jock.
He also realised that his cock was now a raging hard on, and perhaps that was what the frat guys were whistling at. He put it out of his mind and ran for a new balloon. Being more careful this time, he made it to the chairs. As he sat down, he yelled in surprise as he found he was sat in a cream pie.
The cream and its filling squeezed up into his crack as he tossed his balloon into the colander. A shower of purple gunge rained down on him, but by this point the colours were starting to be irrelevant.
He stood up and looked at the guy who'd put the pie on his chair, it was the guy who'd inspected him earlier. The frat guy winked at him as Mark set off.
Mark tossed his socks into the pool that was now more clothing than water. He hoiked his jock off and tossed it into the pool, hitting one of the guys smack in the face. It was the one who had eaten the pie from his crotch earlier.
The guy cheered, smeared the jock over his face and then pulled it over his head like a trophy. Mark wanted to jump in and play, but he turned back and headed for the balloon pool, this time completely naked.
He suddenly spotted there was a camera out. He became aware that it was pointed as his hard, bobbing cock as he sprinted to the balloons for the last time.
He grabbed a balloon, slipped and landed on the floor on his arse; the cream pie filling and other mess from the mat squidged between his cheeks. He rolled over to regain some dignity but all it did was turn him on. He precariously made his way to the chair for the last time realizing that at least three people were ahead of him and already running round the turn of the course. The remaining initiates were still making their way shakily to the chairs, all naked.
Mark had selected the chair with his inspector and tossed the balloon up as he sat in another pie. Mark grabbed his dick and gave it a few pumps as green gunge poured over him. "If you need a hand with that later, stop by the house and ask for John" the frat guy growled into Mark's ear before following it with "GO! GO! GO!"