Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 15:35:10 -0400
From: Ted Stevens <tedinwoods@hotmail.com>
Subject: Broken Eggs - The First Dozen

Ted had been waiting for this week for almost three years.  As a senior at a
small, liberal arts college in the suburbs of Philadelphia, his fantasy of
fantasies had a real good chance of actually becoming true.  The thrill of
anticipation stirred a pleasant feeling in his lower abdomen.  He had
learned in psychology class that sex was a major driver of human behavior,
and he knew he was about to take the wheel of a shiny, powerful, 18 wheeled
big rig.

The idea had started back when Ted was a silly freshman and nearing the
finish of pledge indoctrination for the social fraternity Sigma Rho Gamma.
For three weeks the 13 pledges had endured the demands, taunts and rigors of
their upper class, soon to be, fraternity brothers.  Their nightly
activities included scavenger hunts, exercise, housekeeping, and
memorization of appropriate answers to important questions.  Question:  How
low are you, pledge?"  Answer:  "Lower than whale dung off the southern most
tip of Mindinao, sir!"   There was occasional friendly competition such as
arm wrestling or Indian wrestling.  The brothers would take great delight in
wagering on a winner as well as denigrating a looser or one who did not seem
to display an adequate amount of effort.  Ted, while not a big, robust
football playing type, was in pretty good shape and had high school
wrestling experience, so he usually did pretty well.

Sig Rho had no fraternity house, such uncontrolled living environments were
not permitted by campus rules, so the fraternity pledgemaster and his
assistants had to use their imagination in figuring where and how the pledge
class would be humiliated form one night to the next.  One particularly
memorable freshman night involved the bleacher egg drop.

Pledges were blindfolded and instructed to lie face up on the ground behind
the high side of the football field bleachers.  The brothers would stand at
the top of the bleachers and drop raw eggs onto the pledges.  No one wanted
any injuries (at least not serious ones) to occur as a result of pledging
activities - so the blindfolds were intended to protect the pledge's eyes.
They also added a bit of suspense to the festivities.  A raw egg falling
from some 25 feet can build up considerable speed and the impact at the
bottom was pretty startling to the target. But, since that the eggs were
light and self destructed on contact, the event was not particularly
painful.  There was one exception.  One pledge took a direct hit in the
crotch -- he moaned pitifully and curled up in a ball.  There was much
delight in this "bullseye" (or maybe it was a "ballseye") amongst the
brethren.  The evening ended with the pledges being herded back to their
dorm rooms, covered with yolk and albumin, and everyone having a good laugh.

This innovative game was so appreciated by the brothers that the
pledgemaster came up with an interesting twist for hell night -- the last
night of pledging.  It was a very warm evening and the pledges were marched
to the target zone behind the bleachers.  The pledgemaster announced that
every pledge was to be issued official Sig Rho briefs.  The pledges stripped
and each donned their pair, made of a light weight silky material.  The
shape of each penis and scrotum was clearly discernible through the tightly
fitting fabric and the white shorts of every pledge sort of glowed in the
dim light of this remote part of the football field.  Ted and his fellow
pledges were blindfolded with strips of cloth wound several times around
their heads.  The pledgemaster then demanded a final adjustment - each
pledge was to make sure his dick was pointing up in the briefs.  There was
to be nothing between the family jewels and the warm night air but the skin
of their scrotums and the even thinner material of their official fraternity
undies.

The pledgemaster (he is now a Doctor at a prestigious Philadelphia hospital)
instructed the pledge class to lie on their backs, head to toe, about two
foot separation between each.  They took their arms and hooked them around
the leg of their pledge mate on each side so that their palms were face down
on the ground under the thigh of the adjoining pledge.  This was a rather
intimate position, each pledge having contact with two other pledges, except
for those on each end.  The blind line of spread legged  targets, almost
invisible from above except for their white briefs glowing in the night,
waited for the eggs to fall.  Without exception there was the clear outline
of  13 penises in a nice, neat parallel row. Alternately, there were two
distinct testicles lightly mounded below each penis.  From above the whole
picture appeared to be a study in tesselation, though the variation in penis
size and thickness lent an air of the abstract.

The pledgemaster, who remained on the ground a safe distance from the row of
targets, announced "Prepare to drop eggs for round one."  He said they had a
dozen eggs for each pledge so everyone who have a fair opportunity to enjoy
themselves.  13 brothers along the top of the bleachers held an egg over the
edge of the top most seat back.  "Eggs away," shouted the pledgemaster - and
down they came.  The warm, extra large eggs splattered wildly whenever a
lean, hard body was contacted.  Almost every pledge jumped in surprise.  Ted
was struck just above his navel.  He felt the oozy mess drip down both sides
of his stomach.  Ted was held in the vulnerable position, the arms of his
pledge mates pinning his legs firmly to the ground.

"Drop egg two," urged the pledgemaster.  Ted was less surprised when an egg
impacted on his right thigh.  The splash fell on his crotch and he could
feel the moisture from the egg seeping through the thin white briefs.  There
was a shout of surprise followed by a moan from farther down the target line
and Ted surmised that a ballseye had been scored.  Eggs three, four and five
missed his crotch area completely, but egg white and yolk was covering his
body.  Egg six landed squarely on his dick.  The touch of it and the sticky
mess brought his attention back to the moment.  His dick started to swell
inside the briefs.  Whoops of delight came from the top of the bleachers
where Ted's bombardier exclaimed "Hey boys, we got a live one here who is
really getting into it."   Ted was proud of his 8 inch man tool, and he
could feel the end exposed to the night air as it pushed its way out of the
top of his official white briefs.

"Drop seven," Ted heard and an egg caught him square on his left nut. His
whole body tightened, his arms grabbing even tighter to the now slime
covered legs on each side, as a rocket of pain shot up his crotch and seemed
to drive the air from his lungs. "Ballseye," he heard from above, "I've got
the range."

"Drop eight," and an instant later another egg landed in the exact same
spot.  Ted let out a gasp as a sword seemed to pierce his left side above
his crotch.   He tried to sit up but the pledgemaster yelled, "Down Scum,"
and Ted fell back to the ground.  A tingle shot up his dick and he could
feel seminal fluid dripping on to his stomach out of the tip of his now rock
hard cock.

Eggs nine and ten mercifully missed Ted's body completely.  He heard one
land between his legs and the other off his right hip.  Ted's panting had
attracted the attention of the two boys holding his legs and one asked if he
was okay.  Before Ted could answer egg number eleven landed right between
his two balls.  The impact on both his now super sensitive gonads was
devastating as the agony swept up his crotch to the now quivering stomach
muscles.  His dick felt like hot lead was flowing through it as seminal
fluid pooled on his stomach.  Ted found it hard to believe, but the pain had
brought his body to the verge of ejaculation.

He held on tight to the two legs of his buddies and waited for the bombing
to end.  "Final drop - make it good" shouted the pledgemaster.  "This one's
for you, Ted." cooded the bombardier from above.  Ted arched his crotch into
the air, begging for what, he was not sure.  The egg landed perfectly
between his two balls, slapping each like a flyswatter after a mad hornet.
The pain pushed Ted's awareness of all else out of the way as a flame of
passion erupted from deep inside his body.  All control was lost as he
ejaculated - 3 powerful jets, the second reaching his chin.  He pumped the
last of his potent semen out with several more pulses and lied back on the
ground exhausted.

Ted lay still for several moments, listening to the whoops and catcalls all
about.  He was worried that someone had noticed what had happened.  The
pledgemaster instructed, "All right boys, let go of you partners and get
your hands back on your own bodies, the fun's over."  Ted immediately
smeared the cum pooled on his stomach and chest into the egg splatters and
sat up.  Most of the tension in his stomach had been eased by his orgasm,
but bending in the middle was even more comfortable.  He reached up and
unwound the cloth binding his eyes.  He looked around at his pledge mates.
They all seemed in one piece, paying more attention to the sticky mess
covering their bodies than to much else around. His buddy to the right
commented to Ted, "Boy, you really got clobbered."   "Yeah," said Ted, "a
regular shit storm."

By instruction the young men stood and got redressed, stuffing the underwear
they had worn originally so that it hung quite obviously out of a back
pocket of their pants.  They formed a line and were herded back to the dorm
area for further initiation.  As Ted passed the pledgemaster the
upperclassman pulled him aside and quietly said in Ted's ear, "Hey handsome,
anytime you want your nuts busted just let me know."  With a big smile he
snarled, "Now get back in line you slime covered slut."

End of the first part
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