Questions

Your heart races with apprehension, anticipating the embarrassing tasks they might **** you to perform in front of everyone. You stumble over your words, admitting that you’d rather have them ask questions. As soon as you hear the first question, you realize you picked wrong.

“Who was the first President of our Sorority?”

Your stomach drops as you realize that you have been set up. They know it is impossible for you to know that. The evil grin on the girl’s face confirms your worst fears, and you drop your head in defeat, resignedly shrugging your shoulders.

You notice a smug look spread across the first girl’s face. She snaps her fingers arrogantly and holds out her hand. Remembering the term Victoria explained to you this morning, you reluctantly remove your shirt and hand it over to her. There are cheers from some the bystanders causing you to blush and feel even more exposed in front of so many eyes. Now shirtless and more nervous than ever before, you nervously await the next question.

The next girl asks how much money the Sorority has raised during this spring’s fundraiser. A wave of dread washes over you as you realize that you are going to be stripped down to your most embarrassing panties and there is nothing you can do about it. Lowering your head in shame, you accept your humiliating fate. As expected, she snaps her fingers impatiently as you reluctantly remove your flip flops and hand them to her.

The next query comes from a petite brunette who giggles nervously before asking something absurd about all the girls’ birthdays in the house. Your face turns an embarrassing shade of red, as you reluctantly take off your shorts. Reluctantly putting your thumbs in the waistband of the shorts you slowly removed them, trying desperately to block out the hooting and clapping from the small crowd that has now gathered around you to witness his humiliating spectacle. The last girl puts a finger under your chin and raises it up before looking deep into your eyes.

“Maybe you should take the tasks next time” she grins as you reluctantly nod. Winking she adds “See you back at the house, ****!”

The walk back to your sorority house feels even more humiliating as you can feel the panties straining under your half-hard cock, hiding absolutely nothing. To make matters worse, the silky fabric rubbing against your sensitive cock and balls makes it harder for you to control yourself as you walk. When you finally reach the sorority house, you’re completely erect. Embarrassed and trying to conceal yourself, you enter the main living room, which is now packed with all of the sisters. Everyone’s gaze shifts towards you as you walk in, further intensifying your embarrassment.