Mark woke up feeling cold. He rolled over and felt wet and after a few seconds he remembered why. He'd been partying with some of the frat guys the night before and had just fallen to sleep in the middle of everything. He looked across and saw three other naked guys part covered in dried gunge.
Mark stretched and made his slightly drippy way to the showers. Thankfully the frat had it's own clubhouse with amazing facilities, that made messy sessions and clearing up a breeze.
The warm shower water hit him and he relaxed as he started washing away the night before. A few minutes later John joined him; sneaking up behind him he grabbed Mark into a hug and playfully bit his neck. They cleaned off and chatted about the Fund Allocation Party that was coming up.
Each discipline (dance, gymnastics, aqua-sports, wrestling and American football) would put a team of three first years in the games to compete for the funding they'd get for the year. The total funding was split in half and that was equally dished out, however the remaining half would be split 50% to the winners, 25% to the team in second place, 15% for third place, 10% for fourth, and just 5% for whoever finished last.
Mark borrowed some of John's clean clothing and wandered home. Later that evening he headed to the venue of the games, being that he was in the team for the dancers.
Mark had brought all his relevant frat kit with him. The nylon shorts, the Speedos, the wrestling singlet, the jock, the vest and $$$ all in his yellow and purple frat colours. Mark smiled thinking how cool it was to be in a frat.
He arrived and the party had already started, people were drinking and larking around whilst the music blared. There was a stage with a runway leading out from it but everything was covered with sheeting. Mark was intercepted by one of the organizers and led to a backstage area where he hooked up with the rest of the teams.
They all got changed into their first outfits for the night jocks, shorts and vest. Not long later they were led out on to the stage. The venue was ram-packed with all the different guys from the different disciplines. The place was going mental as the contestants were led out. The heads of frat were on stage organizing everything and the usual culprits from the initiations were there, including John.
The head of Mark's frat ushered everyone to shush. "Now we all know why we're here so let's get on with round one, which is an elimination round. Guys come and sit in a circle." There was some commotion as everyone sat down next to people not in their frat. A number of trolleys of pies were unveiled.
"Here's the game. You will Pass Pies around the circle, when the music stops you have to slam he pie into your face and then move out of the circle. The first frat with nobody left is eliminated from the game and their guys face a failure event. The game will continue until there is one person left, that frat then earns points. Ready?"
Two pies were handed to guys on opposite sides of the circle. The music started and the pies went round.
Mark was just about to take one from the American football player next to him when the music cut. There was a roar and the dejected footie player shrugged and slammed the pie into his face. Photos were taken and the two guys were removed form the circle and stood to watch.
Mark was handed a new pie and game continued. A moment later the music stopped and another two guys pied themselves and exited the game.
After a few more rounds all of the American football team were out and only Mark, one of the other dancers and two of the wrestlers remained. Soon the music stopped again and this time it was the turn of the other dancer and a wrestler to pie themselves.
Mark sat opposite the last wrestler who was bulging all over. His vest hardly kept him in; Mark's cock grew slightly as they passed a massive pie back and forth. What seemed like an eternity passed and the music stopped. Mark flinched then realised he didn't have the pie. As the wrestler hesitated Mark slammed his hand up from under the pie forcing the wrestler to pie himself.
Mark jumped up and celebrated his victory. Once the crowd settled down the American footie players were all placed into a medium-sized gunge tank. Three massive buckets of natrasol were emptied over them and they were made to sit in their slimed sportswear at the back of the stage from where they had to watch the rest of the events.
Mark was brought forwards as the winner of the last round. "So, does it feel good to have won the first round?" the frat head asked him.
"Sure does," Mark replied cockily.
"Well, let's make it feel just a bit better." Mark was hit by a number of pies. One to his face, a few to his chest, one to his crotch and one to his ass. Mark had the feeling that John was responsible for the crotch pie as it was carefully rubbed in, just in the way that Mark liked it.
Mark and the remaining guys were made to strip to their jocks for the next round. Whilst they did that the audience of sports guys cheered and whooped.
Mark took a moment to look around and check out the bodies and asses of the guys around him, all of which had some remnants of pies on them somewhere.
The wrestlers had the hottest asses whilst the swimmers were perfectly smooth and heavenly to look at. Marks hard-on started growing and he blushed slightly as he tried to hide it.
"Ok, so game two. This is an out and back race. You will run to the end of the runway, sit on the chair then run back and tag your teammate who will do the same. Each member must make three journeys. Take up your positions."
The teams lined up and the whistle went.
One swimmer, one dancer, one wrestler and one gymnast sprinted to a chair and sat down, smack bang on a creamy pie. They started their journey back tagged their teammate and went to the back of the queue. Everything went as planed until one of the wrestlers slipped and took out the gymnast next to him. This gave the dancers and swimmers an advantage.
Mark was tagged and sprinted to the chair, throwing himself down hard thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the cream filling coating his cheeks, squeezing up his crack. He took off form his chair and sprinted to tag the first member of their team. This time he sat in a pie and took a pie to the face too.
Everyone did the same but they were starting to slow down because the need to constantly wipe the cream from their faces made running harder.
Mark thrust himself down and felt the pie hit his face; the combination of it up his ass and sopping down his torso, splatting into his crotch was enough to bring him to full attention.
He ran, clearing his eyes and ploughed straight into the swimmer coming the other way. Their creamy bodies pressed together and Mark felt a hand grope his creamy ass. Mark slid past and got ready for his third run.
This time when Mark sat down he sat in a pie, he also got a pie to the torso and a bowl of baked beans tipped over his head. He sprinted back and tagged in but they were only second, the swimmers had won.
Seconds later the wrestlers came in third with the gymnasts last.
The gymnasts were rounded up and gunged as the footie players had been and were made to sit in their pied, gunged jocks at the back of he stage having now also been eliminated.
The remaining nine guys were told to go and change into their Speedos and come back out after a short break.
Mark stuffed his hard-on into his Speedos, watching the swimmers and wrestlers change. He desperately wanted to wank; it was unreal.
After a short break the guys went back out on stage.
"Now teams we want you to nominate one representative." Mark was nominated, he and the two other guys were quickly handcuffed and had their arms secured above their heads. This didn't help Mark's hard-on which just pulsed.
The remaining guys were all given one pie each. The swimmers were told to pie the crotch of the wrestler, the dancers were told to pie the crotch of the swimmers and the wrestlers told to pie Mark's crotch.
The hot wrestlers took it in turns massaging their pies into Mark's crotch. Mark ground into the pies as best he could. The wrestlers laughed as he did, mocking him about being so humiliated in the bar.
After the pies had been delivered the teams reunited.
"Right, now it's up to the two of you who aren't tied and pied to clean up your teammate. But with only using your mouths and faces!" The look of horror on he wrestlers facers was hilarious.
"You have one minute, GO!"
The swimmers and dancers dived straight into action. Mark gasped aloud and moaned as his two teammates set about licking, nuzzling and rubbing their faces into his pied, Speedo-clad crotch. Mark closed his eyes and bit his lip trying to think of anything but all he could do was enjoy the feeling of those mouths flowing around his cock.
After a minute the guys were ordered off and points were allocated for whose Speedos were the cleanest.
The swimmers won this round and all of the guys were moved to the gunge tank. The all squeezed in together. Mark found himself with his cock pressed between the ass cheeks of one of the swimmers. He then felt a hand on his ass; it was the wrestler who'd been cuffed.
Seconds later they were all soaked with cold water before being told to get changed into their wrestling gear.
Mark got changed, watching the hot wrestler who'd groped him. Mark was certain he took longer over being naked than was necessary but Mark enjoyed the view.
They all went back on stage and the next game was explained.
"This one is simple. We just want you all to stuff as many water balloons into your singlets as possible. You have two minutes, GO!"
The guys ran to a massive pool of small water balloons and started stuffing them into their singlets. It wasn't long before they started bursting, only they weren't filled with water, they were filled with gunge. One of the wrestlers yelled in surprise as one in his suit met his trimmed pubic hair.
Mark cursed himself for being waxed smooth but continued stuffing the balloons in. A whistle went and all the guys stopped stuffing their suits and lined up.
The Lycra suits were distorted and lumpy, in places they were damp and slimey.
"Right, let's get counting!"
A big pin was produced and each balloon was popped whilst still in the guys' suits.
Mark loved every second of his balloons being popped. Down his chest, down his back, round his ass and over his crotch he was treated to the feeling of cold gunge being sandwiched and pressed against his body.
This one the dancers won, but not by much. The wresters did well considering the lack of room in their suits.
Whilst still in their gungey suits the teams had to nominate a new representative. One of each team stepped forwards. For bonus points the other two team members had to wank their teammate. The quicker they came the more points they'd get.
The three nominees were made to stand facing in a triangle and a large pie was placed infront of them and their singlets were stripped off them. They were made to place their hands atop their heads.
Mark and his teammate stood behind their guy and on command started wanking him off. Mark wished that he'd gone for it as he'd have come there and then.
Mark looked around the group as they all focused on the task. There was a lot of grunting and moaning. Suddenly the wrestler shot a big load onto the pie. He looked really pleased with himself. The sight of his tight body convulsing set Mark's teammate off and Mark made sure he aimed the guy's never-ending load at the pie. A few minutes later the exhausted swimmer shot, mostly missing the pie but he got a huge cheers.
The three naked guys were led to the gunge tank where they received a large dose of gunge before being made to sit with the footie players and gymnasts.
Just six guys remained now. They were made to strip and stand around the pie in an order of dancer, wrestler, swimmer, dancer, wrestler, swimmer.
"Now you all have to grab the cock of the guy on your left." Each guy did as he was told. Mark smiled as grabbed the rock hard cock of the wrestler who'd groped his ass earlier. Mark also flinched in joy as the swimmer next to him grabbed his cock.
"The aim of this game is to come last. The last man standing gets a honking great number of points so it's all to play for. Once the guy next to you has come on the pie keep hold of his cock until the game is over. The last man to cum also gets the ultimate forfeit; you'll figure it out shortly. GO!"
Mark hesitated as the swimmer started wanking him off. Mark set about the wrestler's cock with a gentle but firm touch and a slight twist as he went. Mark figured out what would happen with the pie but focused on not being horny, which was hard.
After two or three minutes Mark's teammate grunted and thrust his hips forwards, unloading all over the pie and also hitting the wrestler that Mark was wanking. The wrestler seemed to like this as a few seconds later he blew his load all over the pie, and Mark's hand.
Mark closed his eyes and concentrated, his mind constantly on the hot guy's cock that he held and also the very slippery, gungey hand that was wanking his own cock. Almost at the same time the swimmers both shot onto the pie so the only people remaining were Mark and the other wrestler.
The swimmer wanking Mark picked up pace now that he no longer had to control his own load. Mark moaned in pleasure, trying not to get caught up in the feeling but it was too difficult. He felt the urge to shoot well up inside him but he fought to suppress it.
He thought about the guy whose cock was still nestled in his hand and Mark couldn't help but turn and look at him. He recognized him from the party the night before. Mark remembered the wrestler had been dancing with Mark in the gunge, grinding up against him, before ... but the memory was interrupted as Mark felt the surge form within him.
He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to hold it back, but he couldn't stop and he unleashed a massive load, spurting over and over and over. He stopped and panted heavily to get his breath back.
He realised the rest of the bar was cheering loudly, clearly he'd lost, but as he looked around the circle of guys at the pie he was the only one near it. The other wrestler had come whilst Mark was caught in his memory.
The host for the night motioned and Mark was taken and held firmly in place.
The pie was lifted and prepared. Mark looked at al the cum that was strung across it and closed his eyes.
The pie slammed into his face and splattered all down his torso, dripping onto his semi-erect cock. The smell of someone's cum filled Mark's nostrils and he couldn't help but grab his cock and stroke it.
He was snapped back to reality as John slapped his arse. "Enough of that". Mark cleared the pie from his face.
The teams were told to go and change into one of their sports socks.
The teams were all brought back on to the stage for the final scores with nothing but a sports sock over their cocks. Not that it made much difference as many of them had already been naked that night but it just added to their overall humiliation. The scores were read out in reverse order ...
Naturally the American footie team were the losers and found themselves back in the gunge tank for another gunging. Then the gymnasts received the same treatment. In third place were the wrestlers who were then gunged in predominantly red gunge to mimic bronze. After much banter the swimmers were classed as second. They were treated to white gunge as silver was nigh on impossible to recreate.
This left the dancers in first place. They were placed in the gunge tank and they were initially gunged in yellow gunge and custard, but were then told that they had to stay there and receive whatever the other teams could throw at them. Pies, gunge balloons, water, gunge, custard beans: if it was left over the dancers' team ended up covered in it.
After half an hour the dancers were allowed out of the gunge tank and were told that the rest of the teams were then theirs to do with as they pleased.
Mark smiled and locked eyes with the wrestler, he motioned for John to come over and set about his fun for the evening.