When I was a freshmen in school, one day as part of an initiation, I, along with four other guys, had to show up at school dressed as cheerleaders. It seemed like an easy challenge. Our frat brothers had supplied the uniforms along with bras to fill out the tops. The uniforms were identical to the ones the girls wore at school except they had no numbers on the back. They pointed this out to us and told us that at some point during the day, actual cheerleaders from our school were going to pull us aside and give us numbers to stick on our backs.
Sounded easy, but boy was I wrong..
I felt silly walking into school dressed as a cheerleader but that soon went away when I saw the other four guys walking though the halls dressed the same way I was. We all padded our bras and had short skirts but we still had our boxers on and we didn't have to wear makeout or shave our legs or anything. People knew it was part of an initiation so it wasn't too bad... yet.
Right before lunch time, while walking down the hall, I passed four cheerleaders and they stopped me immediately. They weren't dressed in uniform but I recognized them right away. "Here's one of them" they giggled, "We need at least forty-five minutes of your time, is now good?" Having an hour off and seeing how gorgeous they were, I quickly said "Sure no problem!". They all laughed and led me downstairs to the girls locker room. I got a bit nervous upon entering but they said it was ok since I was dressed as one of them. Once inside they blindfold me (in case there were girls walking around naked they told me) and took me into an empty shower stall. "For us to chose the number that's going to go on your back we need you to hold your arms up" one of the girls said. Not thinking much of it, even though I could hear several girls laughing, I lifted my arms and both heard and felt handcuffs beig put around my wrists. Once on, they took off my blindfold I saw I was handcuffed to the shower pole over my head and that instead of four girls in front of me there was now ten.
"First things first," said one of them as she lifted my skirt and bobby pinned it so that it stayed up. "If you're going to wear our uniform I 'm afraid all that hair has got to go, and when I say all that hair..." at which point I feel my boxers being pulled down, "I mean all that hair."
Being relatively small down there, let me tell you I was more than a little embarrassed. It took them twenty minutes of shave my legs and another twenty to shave my entire crotch area. They seemed to be taking there time down there and were purposely trying to get me erect. Near the end I was hard as a rock when one of them said "Here we go this is it" and pulled out a ruler and measured my dick. I was redder than a tomato when she yelled out "Oh my God he's only three inches!" to which all the other girls went into hysterics.
I thought they were going to force me to cum but once they finished measuring me, they brought a bag of ice out and placed it right over my crotch. Now I was shrinking big time and the girls knew it and seemed to be enjoying it. After pulling out a giant "3" out her bag and sticking it to the right side of my back, the girl in front of me explained that I was going to be given two numbers... one big and one small... proportioned with the size my dick, and that the entire school knew what they meant. Once the bag of ice was removed I was remeasured and much to everyone's delight a giant "1" was stuck next to the three on my back.
To add insult to injury, before I was un-cuffed and allowed to leave, a skimpy little pair of panties (a pink thong to be exact) was slid up my legs. "You didn't really think you were getting your boxers back now did you?" said one of them as they released me and left me to my misery.
Later I crossed the other guys and of course I had to be the one with the smallest number. They had 25, 26, 36, and 37 on there backs and here I was with 13. They also had gotten shaved and I can only assume had panties on but I by far got it worse that day. I can't remember how many times I got my skirt lifted and heard the number "thirteen" being said with disbelief and followed with laughter.
Sounded easy, but boy was I wrong..
I felt silly walking into school dressed as a cheerleader but that soon went away when I saw the other four guys walking though the halls dressed the same way I was. We all padded our bras and had short skirts but we still had our boxers on and we didn't have to wear makeout or shave our legs or anything. People knew it was part of an initiation so it wasn't too bad... yet.
Right before lunch time, while walking down the hall, I passed four cheerleaders and they stopped me immediately. They weren't dressed in uniform but I recognized them right away. "Here's one of them" they giggled, "We need at least forty-five minutes of your time, is now good?" Having an hour off and seeing how gorgeous they were, I quickly said "Sure no problem!". They all laughed and led me downstairs to the girls locker room. I got a bit nervous upon entering but they said it was ok since I was dressed as one of them. Once inside they blindfold me (in case there were girls walking around naked they told me) and took me into an empty shower stall. "For us to chose the number that's going to go on your back we need you to hold your arms up" one of the girls said. Not thinking much of it, even though I could hear several girls laughing, I lifted my arms and both heard and felt handcuffs beig put around my wrists. Once on, they took off my blindfold I saw I was handcuffed to the shower pole over my head and that instead of four girls in front of me there was now ten.
"First things first," said one of them as she lifted my skirt and bobby pinned it so that it stayed up. "If you're going to wear our uniform I 'm afraid all that hair has got to go, and when I say all that hair..." at which point I feel my boxers being pulled down, "I mean all that hair."
Being relatively small down there, let me tell you I was more than a little embarrassed. It took them twenty minutes of shave my legs and another twenty to shave my entire crotch area. They seemed to be taking there time down there and were purposely trying to get me erect. Near the end I was hard as a rock when one of them said "Here we go this is it" and pulled out a ruler and measured my dick. I was redder than a tomato when she yelled out "Oh my God he's only three inches!" to which all the other girls went into hysterics.
I thought they were going to force me to cum but once they finished measuring me, they brought a bag of ice out and placed it right over my crotch. Now I was shrinking big time and the girls knew it and seemed to be enjoying it. After pulling out a giant "3" out her bag and sticking it to the right side of my back, the girl in front of me explained that I was going to be given two numbers... one big and one small... proportioned with the size my dick, and that the entire school knew what they meant. Once the bag of ice was removed I was remeasured and much to everyone's delight a giant "1" was stuck next to the three on my back.
To add insult to injury, before I was un-cuffed and allowed to leave, a skimpy little pair of panties (a pink thong to be exact) was slid up my legs. "You didn't really think you were getting your boxers back now did you?" said one of them as they released me and left me to my misery.
Later I crossed the other guys and of course I had to be the one with the smallest number. They had 25, 26, 36, and 37 on there backs and here I was with 13. They also had gotten shaved and I can only assume had panties on but I by far got it worse that day. I can't remember how many times I got my skirt lifted and heard the number "thirteen" being said with disbelief and followed with laughter.
