Dangling Easter Eggs (Patreon)

Happy Easter, everyone! It doesn't matter if you're hunting for eggs today or just eating a chocolate bunny- you'll all find something worthwhile in this post.

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I could hear the undeniable sound of fabric ripping right as I reached down to grab my phone as it slipped out of my hand. Turning around, I thankfully saw that no one was right behind me which was a miracle since the yard was full of college co-eds. Every year, one of the sororities on campus hosted an Easter egg hunt, and each fraternity sent a representative to compete. I was this year’s representative for Alpha Sigma Sigma, and I realized now that I was about to complete this motion over and over again as I reached down for eggs today.

As I looked around the yard, I changed course and was now hoping that I saw a familiar face to replace me, but all I saw was Trevor leering over at me. He was standing with a few of his buddies not too far away, and as he started walking my way, I realized now that I hadn’t gotten away unseen just a moment ago.

“Well hello Robby, how’s it going for you?”

“Obviously not well, Trevor.”

“I hate to say it, but it’s about to get worse.”

“How many people saw?”

“None, I think. My friends weren’t facing you when you revealed those cute little briefs of yours.”

“They’re boxer briefs.”

“You’ll soon see that semantics don’t matter.” Whipping off his jacket, he handed it over so that I could use it to cover the very large rip running down my ass. “They won’t matter at all.”

Leading me with a hand on my lower back, we entered the house and ducked into the guest bathroom off the lobby which he locked behind us.

“Okay, fucker- let’s cut to the chase. I already know that your house cheats every year for homecoming, so I don’t feel bad about cheating myself here.”

“What are you talking about?”

Even as I said it, I knew that my terrible lying skills gave it away. The president of the IFC was an alumni of our fraternity, and he’d slip us points to always stay in the Top 3 for Homecoming. We didn’t win every year, but our names were always near the top. It was basically an open secret, but it wasn’t really brought up.

“So, here’s what’s going to happen- drop the shorts.”

“Fuck off.”

“Drop them, or I call out your guy. No one cares about a stupid parade award, but everyone will remember you as the guy who got their brother fired from his gig.”

Trevor was good- I had to hand it to him. This was a stupid prize to win, but he wanted the moral victory. As I pulled off my belt and dropped my ripped shorts to the ground, I conceded… but he wasn’t done yet.

“Those boxer briefs too.” I was about to protest, but I stopped when he opened his mouth.

Placing a hand over my dick, I wiggled out of my underwear, and he dragged them his way with his foot once they hit the ground.

“Here you go- put these back on, and enjoy the hunt.” Handing over my shorts, I grabbed them with my free hand and tried to step back into them without showing off. “You won’t win today with that hole in your shorts, so I guess I’d just try to keep from showing off.”

And with that, he was out the door leaving me no choice but to follow him.

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“On your mark, get set, hunt!”

Trevor had obviously taken his jacket back with him once he’d left the bathroom earlier, but after a solid minute of checking myself out in the mirror, I realized that I might get away with this. My shorts were loose enough for the fabric to overlap a bit when ripped, but I just couldn’t bend over in front of anyone. I would suck at the egg hunt, but I would just have to pretend to always be right behind someone to keep me from grabbing an egg.

For a few minutes, I actually did okay. I reached for ones in trees or between porch railings, and then I’d spend a bit of time behind someone, cursing a bit when they’d see an egg in a bush before me. I even started to relax a bit which was my undoing. Because as I relaxed, I forgot that I couldn’t bend over, but the person behind me did not.

“Wait, that pink egg over there is mine!”

Looking ahead of me to see what egg the dude was talking about, I realized after the crowd behind me that the egg wasn’t made of plastic. As the cool March breeze blew across my exposed, pink asshole, I realized that everyone behind me, including the competitors who had all stopped in their tracks, had a perfect view of my ass.

“Did he rip his shorts?”

“And why is he going commando?”

Mortified, I dropped my basket and prepared to run, but I felt a hand press down on my back, pinning me to the spot. The next hands were on my shorts as two guys ripped the shorts clean off me as they yanked from both sides. I was left with nothing but my belt and a small ring of khaki fabric still holding on to the belt loops.

I could feel the breeze on my cock and balls too as they dangled beneath me, and as everyone including my captors laughed at me, I craned around to wiggle out of their grasp which was my last of many mistakes of the day. Standing right behind me was Trevor with his phone aimed right at me and his lackeys on each side.  

“Smile!”

He caught every inch of me from my blushing face to my swinging cock, but I luckily was spurred into action as I ran back out of the yard and down the to my house with my shirt pulled as low as I could get it to cover myself. Right before I got out of earshot, I heard him yell once final dig at me.

“I’ll send this video to your fried at the IFC so he can publish some screenshots in the monthly newsletter!”