More errands

You are fortunate that this is a relatively open-minded university; most schools would have had an issue with some fraternity member walking around half-naked.

You white knuckle your way back and forth campus performing errand after errand. The entire time being constantly taunted and teased by delighted coeds who take great delight in viewing so much of your body now exposed to their gaze.

As the day progresses, you grow more and more nervous as you see more students walking around. Finally you are sent on your last errand of the day, however, just like yesterday, this one has you going through the quad. As you reach the edge of the quad, the butterflies in your stomach begin to riot as you look out a see a sea of students standing around, eating, playing frisbee, etc. There is no way around avoiding the quad, and you know that this is the point where you will be MOST exposed.

You are quickly walking through the crowd of students, enduring a series of pinches to your ass and strokes to your manhood as an endless parade of young women takes this opportunity to grab and prod you. You are trying to ignore them as best you can, knowing that once free of this crowded square, you’ll be able to discreetly sneak back to the sorority house. But just as you reach the edge of the most trafficked area, your heart sinks when you hear your name called out.

“John! Don’t run away so fast, you have some tasks to perform today!!!”

Your blood freezes as you halt and turn around, but you know there’s no way out. You **** yourself to walk over to the three Omega girls sitting on one of the benches in the center of the quad.

“Greetings, brother,” the large breasted blonde in the middle, says with a smirk as she eyes you up and down. Her body language exudes confidence as if she knows exactly how much control she has over you.

“Come closer,” she orders. You reluctantly obediently approach the bench, your heart hammering in nervous anticipation of what’s to come.

“On your knees,” she says in a sharp tone, “we were discussing what tasks you should perform today.”

You quickly drop to one knee, your heart racing even faster as you prepare for whatever she and her sorority sisters have planned for you. As you kneel there, face level with their waists, your mouth waters in hopes for a tantalizing glimpse of what might be underneath their all too short skirts.

You can feel the battle between your cock and all so small panties growing as you kneel at their feet, your eyes locked on to the blonde’s perfect pair of pink cotton-panties that hug her juicy lips tightly. She notices where your gaze lingers and smirks, her fingers teasingly tracing the edge of her panty line. “Oh, I see you like my undies, don’t you?” she says playfully.

The Asian girl on her left giggles and then reaches down between her own legs, slowly pulling up the fabric of her skirt to reveal a pair of black lacy panties that barely cover her shaved pubis. Her fingers dance across the lace, teasing you further. “How about these?” she asks, her voice dripping with malice.

The petite brunette on the right crosses her legs, trapping your gaze on her tight-fitting denim skirt that hugs her plump ass cheeks perfectly, but denying you a view of her panties.

“Since we have such a panty freak here, I think I know what your first task will be.” The blonde says with a smirk. “You need to go up to 3 different girls, not Omegas, and ask them for their panties.”

Your stomach sinks as you hear the request, knowing full well how humiliating it would be to beg strangers for something so intimate. But there is ****; you must obey. Swallowing thickly, you nod your head in understanding, preparing yourself for the embarrassment that awaits you.

You slowly get up and make your way over to a group of coeds talking in a circle. They look like upperclassmen, so you hope that they will know this is a hazing thing and not just you being a huge pervert.

Your heart pounds as you approach the group of girls, trying desperately to maintain eye contact with none of them. “Excuse me,” you finally manage to croak out, your voice wavering with nervousness. “Um... I was wondering if any of you lovely ladies would be willing to part with their panties for a good cause?”

The girls all turn their attention to you, their expressions ranging from amusement to confusion to outright disgust. The brunette in the middle arches an eyebrow and tilts her head. “I think you must have mistaken me for a hooker,” she says with a sneer. “Now scram before I call campus security.”

Shaking your head, trying to clear away the humiliation that coated every inch of your being, you turn around and begin searching for your next target.

You spot a girl sitting on a bench alone, head buried in her phone, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around her. She’s dressed casually in yoga and a baggy t-shirt, making her appear approachable.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to her hesitantly. “Excuse me,” you say softly, hoping not to startle her. When she finally looks up at you, eyes wide with surprise, “Hi there! My name is John, and I’m sorry for bothering you, but I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?”

The girl studies you carefully for a moment before nodding cautiously. “Ah, okay, what?” she asks warily.

“Well,” you begin again, “as part of our fraternity hazing, we have to collect different types of underwear from girls on campus and... umm... create an art installation.” It seemed like a better excise than the last one you tried.

The girl considered your request for a moment longer before shrugging indifferently. “Fuck off perv,” she said matter-of-factly before turning her attention back to her phone.

Feeling dejected, but not as bad as after your first attempt, you decide to try to expand upon this story.

You quickly locate another group of girls huddled together off to the side of the quad. This time you try a different approach. You walk confidently over to them, keeping eye contact with one of the cute brunettes in the middle of the circle. “Hi there,” you start off. “My name’s John, and I was just wondering if I could talk to you for a moment about an important cause?”

The brunette looks you up and down suspiciously before nodding slowly, her friends around her exchanging curious glances. “What’s it about?” she asks cautiously.

“Well,” you begin, your heart pounding in your chest. “As part of our fraternity hazing, we have to collect a variety of undergarments from girls on campus and create... an art installation for charity.” You cringe internally at how pathetic the lie sounds.

The brunette thinks for a moment before reaching down and pulling her skirt up just enough to reveal a pair of white lacy boy-shorts that clung tightly to her. “Here,” she says flatly, stepping out of her panties and handing them to you without another word.

With a sheepish grin plastered on your face, you thank her profusely and hurry away. You feel your manhood growing even more as the image of her removing her panties right there in the quad replays in your head.

You feel like you might pass out as you quickly sprint back over to the waiting Omegas, your cock throbbing painfully inside your tight restrictive briefs.

“I did it!” You gasp between ragged breaths. “I... I asked three girls…and even got one pair!”

The three girls burst out laughing as you practically collapse on the ground in exhaustion from the stress of what you just went through.