Mark shot out of his chair; able to run faster now he was on grass and not the slip mat. As he ran around the corner he was hosed with cold water, which made him shriek in surprise then laugh.
He ran to his first bucket and hauled it into the air. It wobbled in his grip as he tipped it up. Orange gunge slopped onto his torso, engulfing his erect cock and flowing between his creamy butt cheeks.
"No Speedos," Mark thought to himself as he focused on the task. He placed the bucket upside down and chose the next nearest bucket of blue. Again, he received a good bathing of cold gunge, but no Speedos.
He cleared his face and looked around. By now twelve guys were all busy at the buckets, the rest had been rounded up and made to sit on the slip mat, all in the mess of earlier.
Mark moved into the field of buckets and tipped green gunge over him, still no Speedos. He swore and cleared his face. He heard a cry of victory and looked over to see a pink-slimed guy trying to pull on some Speedos.
Mark looked around him, he noticed there were only five buckets of pink gunge and that they were all far into the field. He ran to a pink bucket and threw it over himself. A piece of sodden fabric slapped him in he face and his heart leapt in his chest with pride.
Mark sat on the floor and unrolled the Speedos and slid them up his legs. They were snug. He realised they weren't Lycra; they were nylon, like the Aussibums that he wore a lot. He loved them as they always made him horny. Mark stuffed his cock into the Speedos, struggling as it slipped about in his hands.
He ran to the Thrones of Foam where one guy was about to sit down, easing himself down slowly onto the chair. Two other guys were slipping and wriggling into their Speedos but Mark was already running with his arms aloft in victory.
Mark rounded the final corner to reach the thrones. Loving the whole experience, he thrust his pert, Speedo-clad butt onto the chair, sending foam everywhere. Mark gasped as a very cold layer of what he presumed was ice cream slopped up his arse, back and legs.
Mark wiggled onto the chair; the sensation of the slime, mess and goo combined with the Speedos and the cool ice cream all played their part. He could have shot there and then, but stopped himself as two other guys landed on the thrones on either side of him. Foam hit him from both sides and there was an almighty cheer from the frat guys who were watching.
There was some calming down as the remainder of the naked guys were rounded up. The six guys on the thrones were told to remain seated; most of them were happy to do so as they set about sliding some of the slime off their heads and faces. Mark sat and enjoyed both the sensations going through him and the view. He kept his hands clamped to the sides of the Throne, aware that if he let go he'd just want to get his cock out and not stop wanking until he shot everywhere. So to save himself that embarrassment he decided that keeping his hands clamped onto the Throne was the best way to maintain some dignity.
The rounded-up naked guys were told to form a line. A few of them were cupping their cock and balls in their hands so they were all told to put their hands on their heads, then do ten star jumps, then place their hands on their heads again as the head of the frat hadn't given them permission to cover themselves. Mark wanted to join in desperately, but concentrated on just enjoying the view.
"Right, time for the forfeit!" barked the head of the frat. "In a line and get close to the guy in front!"
Soon all of the guys were pressed up against one another. Mark wished he'd lost and that he was sandwiched in the queue of hot, slimed guys. They were all then told to march to the edge of the slip mat, which they managed to do with a lot of jostling. Mark spotted a few guys sporting erections, so clearly he wasn't alone in enjoying it.
Once at the edge of the slip mat, the guys all took a step back so they were spaced apart but still in a line one behind the other.
"Right! Stand with your feet shoulder width apart!" The guys complied.
"Now, squat down." The guys complied in nervous silence.
"Now with your right hand grab he cock of the guy in front of you from between his legs." There was a bit of commotion but eventually all the guys linked.
"Now if you want to humiliate the guy in front a bit give him a squeeze, a bit of a stroke." There was laughter and then a few moans of pleasure, then some laughter. Mark was sure a few guys were grinding into the hand of the guy behind them.
"Right, now grab the cock of the guy behind you, share it with the guy whose hand is already on it!" There was a bit of shuffling around and some amused hubbub.
"Again, embarrass those dudes, have a stoke." Having decided that they couldn't be more humiliated a lot of the guys must have done this as there was suddenly a lot of noise as the horniest scene Mark had ever seen unfolded in front of him. There was grinding, moaning and laughter. A lot of the guys were enjoying it.
"Oh fuck! Shit! NO!" one guy yelled as his body convulsed and he shot massive wads of cum over the arm of the guy in front of him. The people holding his cock were told not to let go and to keep the guy cumming as much as possible. There was more laughter as the guy turned crimson under his gunge.
The line of initiates were all linked, holding onto the cocks of the guys in front and behind them; their heads uncomfortably close to the arse of the guy in front. They were then ordered to march in that chain in a zigzag across the slip mat. If they fell they were to stop and get back up.
The guys started the march and the frat guys started throwing all the spare buckets of gunge over them, as well as giving them a bit of a hosing down. It didn't take long before someone lost their footing, and once one of the guys went down, inevitably the rest followed.
After five or so minutes of this the head frat ordered them all to link back up and informed them that they would all have to massage each others cocks until nine more guys came. The motivation was not suffer he embarrassment of being brought off by another guy, well worse, by another two guys.
It didn't take too long for the first of the troop to give up and splash spunk all over the guy in front. This seemed to bring a number of people over the edge, completely lost in the sensation of having two other hands independently work their slimy, lubed cocks.
After the remaining guys had come, the initiates were then ordered to sit in line behind one another in a boat-shape, so their legs were around the guy in front and so they were cock to bum. They were then told that they had to watch the final showdown in this position.
The attention turned back to the six guys on the Thrones of Foam. Mark still had is hands clamped to the side of his chair, his cock straining hard against the cord in the top of his Speedos.
"Right then you final six. As we've all seen some of you are enjoying this more than the others, however that is not our concern". By this point the rest of the frat guys had gathered around. A number were behind the thrones, a number facing the thrones and the rest were carrying buckets over.
"Now then," the head of the frat continued, "Being part of this frat isn't just about being skilled; it's also about luck. Without just a little luck you might never win anything and this frat is about being the best at every discipline that this campus offers!" There was an almighty cheer from the frat guys. "With this in mind this final task is about luck, but you don't have to do anything. Those Speedos are of two types, there are three pairs of black ones and three pairs of white ones."
Now, we know that none of you have any idea what colour yours are, we've made sure of that, but the fastest way is to clean you up. If you have black Speedos, you're not in the frat. Your Speedos will be removed and you will take a dip in the balloon pool."
Mark looked over. The pool was mostly devoid of balloons. However where many had burst there was a decent filing of gunge in there of a dreadful brown colour.
"For the three of you in white Speedos, you are in! Let's see what Throne number one has to offer."
The guy on the right of Mark was seized and dragged from his throne, goop and foam going everywhere. He was held spread-eagled and buckets of freezing water were thrown at him until his Speedos were clearly visible.
"They're black!" the frat head yelled. Two of the guys restraining him let go and grabbed the Speedos, tearing them off his body in such a way that suggested they might have been pre-weakened before the whole show began. The guy was hoisted in his naked form high into the sky then dumped into the gunge pool. A cheer went up as he emerged, covered in goo.
"Number three!" the frat head yelled. The guy the other side of Mark was hoisted from his seat; he was smiling, clearly happy with being held by four buff guys. The water was thrown and a cry of "WHITE!" erupted. The guy was released and he threw his arms up in victory along with the cheer of the frat guys.
Then the white Speedo wearer realised that they Speedos had gone entirely see through and his cock and arse were totally visible. "Frat rules for the day, you have to stay in those and they have to stay wet," the frat head shouted. "Congratulations dude!"
The next guy was in a black pair so he was hoisted skywards, carried to and dropped into the gunge pool with the other last-moment looser. One of the remaining three was selected. Mark was trembling with excitement to see what Speedos he guy had on, and if they were black he was in. He could hardly bare the excitement. "WHITE!" went the cry and the new guy was led to one side in his transparent Speedos, his cock semi-erect.
"Well," said the head of the frat, "It's a bit like sudden death this. Well, only one thing for it, we'll do you both at the same time."
Mark was hoisted into position and held spread-eagle.
"WAIT!" the frat head yelled. "Is he still enjoying it as much as he was earlier?"
Mark felt a hand grope up from between his legs and slip under the foam and start to rub his crotch, pressing firmly into his hard on. "Sure is!" came a voice that Mark recognized as that of the dude that inspected him. Mark blushed as everyone laughed, knowing he still had a hard-on under all that gunge.
"Right, 3, 2, 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.
The water hit him and was a lot colder than he thought. Bucket after bucket was thrown. After a while there was a cheer. Mark couldn't see but didn't feel his Speedos being ripped off. He was released so he cleared his eyes and looked down. His Speedos were white as snow and his hard, cut cock was still straining against them. He cheered and watched as the final guy was dropped into the gunge pool.
Mark was made to stand with the two other new frat members; the members of the 'restraint squad' behind them were soaked, their shiny nylon shorts clinging to their tight butts. Mark could feel one of them breathing on him, but put it down to extra sensitivity from the cold water.
"Our new members have been chosen!" The frat head turned to the guys in the pools and the guys sat on the slip mat, "Losers, you may go and find some underwear from the water pool. Pull it on for this is what you're wearing for the rest of tonight party."
The naked guys scrambled towards the water pool where the three guys already in it were fishing for some underwear. There was some commotion as guys slipped and fell on the slip mat, then there was general chaos as the guys tried to find their own underwear, only to give up and put on whatever would fit.
As Mark watched and laughed along with the guys who were now his frat mates, he felt a hand on his arse as the guys all huddled in. It squeezed gently and he heard a whisper in that familiar voice, "Glad you're in, you're in for the ride of your life!"
A second later the three new frat members were hoisted into the air and then more buckets of water were thrown about so the entire frat was in tight, wet shorts. Then the party for the new members really began.