Brad grinned as soon as he saw the dildo popup. He grabbed Steve, whose pledge name was Squealer, by the shoulders, and pulled the 5'6" 180 lb 20 year old backwards, he jammed the bodywash bottle into Squealer's bum and squeezed. Then he positioned Squealer over the shower mat's dildo, and kicked his legs out from under him. Brad held, and pushed down on Squealer's shoulders impaling him on Chad's black rubber cock.
"Yeeeeeeeeowl!" Squealer squealed. His half hard cock began rock hard. He struggled to push himself off the dildo, but Brad's hands on his shoulders kept pushing him down. Up, down, up, down, and splooge!
Victor shouted, "10 points to Butt Brigand, minus 10 from Squealer!"
Chad's mind was reeling. He could taste Squealer's cum as it splattered on his flat rubber body and he absorbed it. It was like tequila shots. Chad wanted more.
Butt Brigand grabbed Sock Jockey, but his penis with his kung fu grip, and pulled him toward the dildo, as sobbing Squealer extricated himself.
"No way, BB!" Sock Jockey said.
But Brad put one hand behind his back, and lifted SJ's thighs, then slammed him on to the dildo. Fifty points later, Squealer, SJ, Boner and Bud-Wei-sir grabbed Brad and impaled him. He blew his load, tried to get up, and was forced back down again. He blew his load again. The pledges howled. This went on for hours. The shower was ice cold.
As, Victor announced, "Whoa! Butt Brigand just blew his 50 point lead!"
Chad couldn't take it any longer. His apparently solid rubber cock erupted inside his brother Brad. Brad's eyes widened. His hands went up. His butt cheeks flattened on the rubber mat. He felt a hot gooey liquid filling his bowels.