The Dirty Jockstrap (Braxton)

[Braxton Carson]

It was Braxton's sixth turn when his luck, or skill, ran out.

"You're kidding me? Those things are huge, how can they be real?!" He exclaimed as he was walked back to the line.

"They are, Carson, now shut it and take your first strike silent or you're walking a lap." James replied in a serious tone.

"Can she at least give me her number?" He said out loud, receiving some laughs at cheers, yet being ignored by James who only continued with the next one. "Dude, they were big." He elbow-hit Ethan and whispered to him. "And you know the darky circular thingies? HU-GE."

"Oh yes, baby, third strike for our resident Indian pledge here, Abu... or whatever you name is." Cheers and laughs all over the room once again. "Sam, get here that thing." James continued as he was delivered a white bag. "Ok let's see..." He pulled out a smelly jockstrap from the bag and quickly placed it on Abu's head, attempting to touch it as little as possible and with a lot of disgust. "Oh god, whose jockstrap is this? I bet that's you Harry, I can totally smell it, you should have never gotten into that MILF's panties."

"Oh my God poor Abu." Braxton whispered to Ethan once again. "I heard Harry actually got herpes from her."

"Just so all of you know." James threw the bag filled with jockstraps back to Sam, he couldn't stand the smell of the thing. "If you fail five times you get a special treat. If you fail six, consider yourself not Kappa-Sigmna worthy."

Braxton was about to ask Ethan if he knew what James was talking about when the pledge next to him, that wasn't Ethan, started whispering to him.

"Dude. I've heard this... legend." The pledge started. "They say it's about a certain jockstrap that every captain in UVM's football history has to use on every championship game for good luck."

"Ok, so?" Braxton immediately asked back, not seeing anything special in the story.

"Well... word says... it has never... been washed." Dramatic pause here. "That is the special treat."

[Ethan White]

Ethan thought he was a goner.

What seemed to be a good start for him quickly came down when he messed up consecutively, earning much laughter from those around him (mostly the members, but he thinks he must’ve heard Braxton’s distinct snicker amid the din) when he was the third to earn the worn jockstrap treatment.

Stinky would be quite the understatement. It was damp, it was disgusting. He could never imagine how someone could possibly wear it. And worse, it’s like whoever was the owner of the jockstrap (from what he heard when James first placed it on him, it’s supposedly Erick’s, an offensive linebacker) has a habit of peeing in his underwear, judging by the not-so-faint scent of urine/urea.

Oh how he wishes he had Braxton’s skills.

Which is why when Braxton finally committed a mistake, he laughed. So loud. It probably rose above the others really. And he only realized he was making quite a scene three minutes into his whole display, so it’s safe to say that, well, he was anything but unnoticed.

“With those small hands of yours, everything’s big,” he said in a matter-of-factly voice, sprinkled with just a tinge of smugness in it. Since he’s breathing through his mouth so as not to smell the disgusting jockstrap, his voice sounded a little funnier than normal.

Though when James took out the latest jockstrap for Abu, Ethan was forever thankful. Compared to the latest jockstrap the football jock took out, the one on his head was refreshingly fragrant.

“You serious? Well, I heard Norman gave her crabs anyway (from his slut of an ex), so it’s a fair trade off.” This is why you can never get too close with a girl a brother slept with, he thought.

It’s a good thing Kevin suddenly spoke, since Ethan is just as clueless as Braxton is. Well, he might’ve heard that tale before (it seemed familiar), but with the scent of the jockstrap messing with his brain, remembering something is definitely a challenge.

“That’s…disgusting.” The thought of wearing something unwashed for at least a decade, even for luck, just seems absurd. “Is that why James reeks so much after the games?”

Ok. Scrap the whole football varsity team captain from his list of dream achievements.

“Have fun with that jockstrap then Brax,” he teased before he was called up once more.

For the next four tries, Ethan magically got every answer right. Seems the scare of the special treat took care of his nerves.

At least until his tenth one, that is.

“Fake? How can that be fake? It’s small enough as is!” Boisterous laughter answered Ethan’s pleas. “It seems we have a winner,” clapped James after taking Erick’s jockstrap off his face. “Bring in the Juggernaut!”

Oh boy was it repulsive. Ethan was lucky he didn’t have to see it.

“Braxton, you’re up next. And don’t forget to give some words of encouragement to your girlfriend before you go, looks like he’ll faint anytime soon.”

ooc:
Oh god this is crappeh. Sorry Herrl. D;
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

"Pff impossible." Braxton immediately replied Ethan while attempting to actually do the math to see whether or not it was actually possible. All he had to do was add and substract, and yet he took about five minutes to figure out it was still possible for him to fail five times. Thank-god this guessing game doesn't involve math.

Now, something that should be noted was the fact that almost every single time someone failed in the game, Braxton laughed hard enough for everyone to hear him. Not on purpose, of course, he was not that evil, it was actually purely honest laughs. Because he was like that, a natural douche that could never realize how douche-y of him was to laugh that hard every single time because he just thought it was normal. But when Ethan failed for the fifth time, it was, as usual, Braxton's laugh the first one to be heard, but it was also, certainly the loudest.

"I feel so bad for Ethan now." Kevin whispered to Braxton with a sad tone.

"Well I don't! I wish I had a camera to conserve this moment forever in history." Braxton couldn't stop laughing while seeing Ethan get crowned with the, so called, Juggernaut. "Oh we're so breaking up after this." He replied to James from his spot. "Who wants a girlfriend that has every football captain's ass in her face."

Apparently Braxton had forgotten how jockstraps are worn, but can't blame him, he's never worn one before. He patted Ethan with a smile as he walked up to James. Thankfully, Braxton had luck, or skill, to his side. After finishing his tenth and last try he ended with a score of eight rights and two fails. He was proud of himself and the fact that James himself asked the room to give Braxton a round of applause for his score, the best one of the ten pledges, actually, only made his ego reach new heights. As a prize, his blindfold was removed before he was asked to position himself back with the other pledges.

"I'm so a K-Sig now." He whispered to Ethan again. "Mark it, a year from now, it's me leading the initiations." It was weird to ever see Braxton make long-terms plans, but this was something that he had found out he deeply wanted now: be the head of UVM's K-Sig. "Oh, and by the way, that jockstrap you're wearing, has green stains."

After some minutes the whole thing was finally over, pledges removed their blindfolds, though their jockstraps remained in place for those who had, and James stood on top of a coffee table, full of beers, of course, to make a little speech.

"Ok so the final scores are..." He said with his arms behind his back. "...unimportant, actually." Most pledges expressed confusion, while every other official member only listened silently. "See, we cannot officially haze. Or decide who's given entrance to the fraternity or not. Those decisions come from central." James smiled softly as the pledges started to talk between themselves. "So yeah, all ten of you are official brothers now. Except for Kevin. There was a mix-up with some papers, you need to send them again." James jumped off the table and walked towards the big cooler on one side of the living room, taking a cold beer from it. "Oh, and your clothes had been donated away. And by that I mean sold for more beer, actually. You're free now, enjoy what remain of the day, ladies!"