He had been dreading this night ever since he learned about it. The older fraternity brothers called it a character building exercise, but the pledges just saw it as embarrassing. They had 6 hours to run around town, collect the signatures of each sorority house president, and then return a photocopy of the signatures to their fraternity house. The awkward part was that the signatures were to be collected on their bare ass.

The sororities all knew it was coming, and they were prepared. All the sisters were gathered in the large living room, hoping to catch a peek of what each pledge was packing. It was the type of evening where legends were born, and for some, humiliating nicknames were crafted.

All week the frat brothers had been teasing the pledges, reminding them of the likelihood of full frontal exposure, and then questioning them if they were a grower or a shower. The thought of exposing himself to a room full of women was terrifying. The worry increased each time he saw a sorority girl on campus, imagining them judging his nudity. He didn’t know how he compared to his friends in the size department. He knew he got a bit bigger when he was hard, but he didn’t know how he measured up to other guys.

He rang the doorbell at the first sorority house, and was led into the living room. A long wood table had been placed in the middle of the room. The sorority president sat on a large throne-like chair, wearing a sparkling tiara on her head, and twirling a permanent marker between her fingers like a baton. He slowly approached her, intimidated by the large group of women watching him. His anxiety was intensified by a sudden swelling in his pants. He most definitely was not enjoying this, but his erection was showing signs of interest.

“Madam President,” he started reciting the script all the pledges had memorized. “My brothers have challenged me to request your assistance. To both prove my loyalty, and to honor the long history of respect between your house and ours, I have come to ask you for a most generous favor. If you would be so kind as to sign your name to my posterior, I would be very grateful. Your claim over my body will be entered into our permanent records, and I will be forever in your debt.”

The surrounding girls giggled with amusement at the forced formality of it all. The sorority president looked him up and down, pretending to ponder the request for a moment, holding the young pledge’s fate in her control.

“Very well.” She declared. “Assume the position on the signing table.”

The spectators bubbled with glee, cheering him on as he climbed up onto the table. It was at this point that he realized he had never practiced how to get into proper position with his pants down. All eyes were on him, and most were focused on the waistband of his jeans. With a mild panic, and the awkwardness of virgin at their first orgy, he kneeled at one end. He carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He struggled to slide his jeans & underwear down with one hand, while trying to maintain modest coverage of his privates with the other hand. Neither of these were single hand tasks, and the ensuing dance of indecency proved entertaining to everyone watching. Once his clothes were sufficiently lowered he leaned forward on one arm and tried to lower himself down. At the last moment he withdrew his other arm and flopped down on the table. He folded his arms in front of himself to rest his head. During this transition his swinging erection had been seen by all, and this last maneuver had left his penis sticking out towards one side. He could feel the general placement of his penis, but did not know half the room was now looking at the tip of his cock, peeking out from under his hip. The slit at the tip was pinched open, like a mouse frozen in its tracks mid squeal. The pointing and whispering from that side of the room confirmed his worst fear, but he was too embarrassed to adjust himself and draw any more attention to it.

The president slowly circled the table, giving the audience plenty of time to take in the young man’s exposed condition. She gently rubbed his bare buttocks, evaluating the shape and the smoothness of the two mounds. The sight of her delicate, well manicured hand gliding over his bare ass was burned into the memory of all the other sorority girls. She selected a patch of skin on his right cheek, uncapped her pen, and slowly signed her name. She embellished it with a heart, a smiley face, and the Greek letters of the sorority, adding a little more time to the ceremony. When she was done she gave it a playful slap to let him know it was over.

“Get out of here.” She declared.

With a replay of the same comical clumsiness, he worked his way back up to his knees and used both hands to pull up his pants. Everyone in the room saw an encore performance of his erection bouncing around before being tucked into his pants. With a bright red face he got down off the table.

“Thank you, Madam President.” He bowed his head slightly, and then turned to leave the room quickly. His embarrassment was rushing him out the door, but his erection was already looking forward to the next house. He was the only person in the room who did not notice the single drop of fluid his little mouse had left on the hardwood table.