severityschool: (Prompt by @hardshrimp: No limits truth or dare.)It was New Years and a half dozen o
severityschool:(Prompt by @hardshrimp: No limits truth or dare.)It was New Years and a half dozen of us or so were hanging around at a buddy Big Hog’s frat house. Like most of campus it was deserted, all but two of them home for the holidays. More cheap booze for us, then. And what were a bunch of guys with no girls around going to do but drink and play strip poker, which turned into no-limits truth-or-dare poker. An excuse to brag and do stupid stuff. It wasn’t too long before half of us were naked and the questions and dare were getting raunchy, mostly because after one naked keg-stand drinking a burning drink almost set us all on fire.My loosing hand. Truth. “What’s the kinkiest shit you ever did?” I grinned, told them that I was the reason the football team made it to the championship because I’d been the chick behind the glory hole giving them all pre-game good luck blowjobs. Another hand, a little later, a dare. My bud dared me to suck everyone off under the table, of course. Lots of jock cum down my sore throat. Not that you’d know from how horned up they all still were. No chicks for a few days turned frat boys into bottomless pits of cum. I turned the question around, what’s the kinkiest shit Big Hog had ever done? “Man, I used to think about cannibals eating me,” he slurred, “and one time my cousin and I were playing cowboy and Indian, he roped me up like a steer. Rammed me while torturing me with a lighter.”He didn’t seem to notice, but I could feel a stir around the table. Could it be there were a few others here with the same dark desires I had? It wasn’t hard to stop playing for keeps and start counting cards; never mind advanced statistics, half these bros couldn’t add five and six because that was too many fingers. “I dare you to let us hogtie you,” I said to Big Hog. He laughed and held still and squeal like a big ol pig while we got out some thick rope and trussed him all up. “I dare you to shave him,” I said to another bro. “Can you make him do things to me?” Hog said as his pubs disappeared to leave his extra-large sausage and eggs clean. “Whoa, not the head, dude!” as his bleached-blond locks fell away.“No limits,” I told him. He struggled with the next hand for obvious reasons. “Dare.”“I dare you to get gangbanged by a bunch of frat bros.”“Bro, do me hard, bro!”I lubed up with butter and plowed him hard. A bunch of horny bros soon followed, leaving him overflowing at both ends with our cum. As the others had their shares, I went to the kitchen. The pride and joy was the restaurant-scale oven, big enough to bake enough pizza for a hundred parting jocks. I turned it on, set it for ham-roasting temps. When I got back they’d just finished the first round and were tenderizing him with the official frat punishment switch.“Dude, you’re a culinary major,” a soccer jock said to another. “Like, I dare you to glaze him and shit.”“Yeah,” Big Hog said, “Make me your little piggy. Stuff me with your hard meat and juices, dudes.”We got him onto the wide stainless steel kitchen island, with cook-bro basted him and we all stuffed him some more. Big Hog was either too tipsy, too horny, or too oblivious to tell how much this was turning everyone on. He was a meaty prey animal surrounded by predators. Once we were spent carved apples went up his ass.“Bro. Hog,” I said to him. “Your turn to dare us. Anything you think we would never do? A limit we won’t go past?”“Uh… dude. I know. I dare you to roast me!”“In he goes!” I said. We lifted him up and slid him into the waiting oven.“Guys? Wait, I didn’t mean to really do it!”“You dared us. No limits.” I told him, slamming the door shut. We all cheered as he struggled inside. Soon he stopped moving. We went upstairs to Netflix and chill for a while, although I snuck downstairs to slice off those delicious low-hangers before they got too done. He smelled delicious. We were eating leftovers the rest of the week. -- source link
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