So Greg and I were spit-roasting a pledge. The pledge had been whining about how much he was being fucked. We couldn't see any problem; he had a hot body and he had to learn to share. Anyhow, we double-teamed him. One of us would give him something to whine about and the other would stop him whining by filling his mounth with fraternity cock.
We kept this up for an hour or so: five minutes one way round followed by a quick swap. The basic plan was working — he had stopped whining — but it was hard, exhausting work. Now, I recognise that these are the sacrifices we make for the good of the fraternity, but all good work-outs demand variation.
So I re-invented “musical chairs”. We put on some music and sat the pledge down on one of our cocks. He had to fuck himself in time to the rhythm and every time the track changed he had to swap cocks.
Just to add to his embarrassment and to stop him whining, we made him sing karaoke-style as he fucked himself too. Every track he made a mistake in was another demerit for him to work off.
Gotta love these modern MP3 players. They can store days of music.
Eventually, of course it had to stop. So we let him work off two of his demerits by carrying our cum on his bare chest for the rest of the day.
Trouble is, he built up a lot of demerits with his singing.