*Background Info*

Once a month–on the third Thursday–the Fila Thi Fraternity hosts their “Thirsty 3rd Thursday” event for a nominal $10 cover charge. It is a spectacular evening of too much alcohol, barbaric fights, and raw male-dominant sex. The event has become so popular that college professors and students all over campus watch for signs of the previous night’s participation by focusing on attendance–or the lack thereof–and weary, bloodshot-eyed male students. At the peak of the event’s popularity, administrators attempted to sanction Fila Thi–they were unsuccessful–claiming that university attendance on the third Friday of every month was down 31 percent.

Thirsty Third Thursday, subsequently renamed T-Cubed, starts promptly at 5 p.m. Doors stay locked and closed until midnight. Once you are in, you can’t leave—seriously. You only need to be a straight male, have $10, and pass a simple screen to gain admittance.

Fila Thi generously supplies all the alcohol and security. Each admittance gets nine free drinks—you read that right, nine—in conjunction with the ‘free’ entertainment of two undercard fighting events and the main event at 11 p.m.

Multiple Fila Thi Fraternity members man every exit door to prevent the squeamish from early departure. There is no known instance on record where anyone has ever left early. But what is on record is the attempts by many to gain entrance who are uninvited. Many gay males have tried. The attempts at sneaking in from very curious sorority girls, often dressed as men have become even more common. Attendance at this all (straight) male event has become coveted far and wide.

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*Order of Events*

The evening’s schedule is posted throughout the performance hall, but unless it’s your first time, you’ve already memorized the order of events.

5:00 Complete the admittance form on the phone app. It consists of only two questions: a brief physical screening and an electronically signed consent form.

5:15 Review of rules

5:30 1st drink on the house (DotH)

6:00 2nd DotH

6:30 3rd DotH

6:45 Undercard A – A blowjob

7:30 / 8:00 / 8:30 4-5-6 DotH

8:45 Undercard B – A butt fuck

930 / 1000 / 1030 7-8-9 DotH

10:45 Breathalyzer

11:00 Main Event

11:50 Recitation of the 9 Rules.

Repeat attendees- now thousands- have a much shorter ‘underground version’ of the T Cubed Agenda. It goes like this:

*3 every 1/2 … bring on a Sucker

**3 every 1/2 … pound in a Fucker

***3 every 1/2 … Fight Club

Dudes whisper the chant:

‘3 every 1/2–a Sucker’

‘3 every 1/2–a Fucker’

‘3 every 1/2

(shout)

‘Fight Club Fight!!!’

‘3 every 1/2–a Sucker’

‘3 every 1/2–a Fucker’

‘3 every 1/2

(shout)

‘Fight Club Fight!!!’

This seems good and fun for the masses, i.e., the huge majority, but it’s a different story for a handful each month. More on that coming later.

*Survey Says*

The question of the masses is regularly asked: ‘Why would so many straight men attend an event where there is a remote chance they’d be required to participate in gay sex?’ The actual percentage of chance has been calculated many times. It’s just over 2%.

Most of us foolishly believe we will always be in the 98%

I mean, look at the reasons straight guys have given on surveys about why they attend:

“The most entertaining weeknight event ever. Get ripped and watch losers get shredded.”

“I loved seeing an alpha male overpower a weaker dude and make him (sexually) submit.”

“I’ve gone to every event for over a year and never been selected.”

“Free fucking drinks, dude!”

“After my 98th visit, I’ll stop coming.”

“Only losers suck cock.”

“I didn’t believe this was real until I saw it with my own eyes.” (this gets overheard A LOT).

“I’ve told all my friends and many have come on my recommendation.”

These are actual quotes. You can’t make this shit up.

*Admittance App*

There are only two questions: a brief physical screening and the waiver agreement to sign.

Question #1 is: “Have you ever had gay sex with another male?”

Of course, you have to say no, or you will be immediately escorted off-site. And if you get caught lying, there are future repercussions.

Question #2 is: “Do you consent to participate if you are selected?”

One has to say YES before handing over their phone to security staff until midnight.

*Physical Screen*

Physical Screen #1: Strip naked and be measured for body height & weight, and dick size.

Physical Screen #2: Notations made by Fila Thi Member of variant physical characteristics.

This has changed from month to month, but things like shaved pubes, pierced nipples, and long hair are examples of prior things that have been jotted down.

Waiver: Legalease in tiny print–which no one ever reads. All entrants must sign the waiver.

And that’s it.

The screening is over in three minutes.

The entrant line gets abruptly stopped at the 300th guy.

Finally, each screened participant is wrist-stamped with an entrant number.

*The 9 Rules*

These rules are also printed in the waiver; they MUST be adhered to.

Rule 1

T Cubed is for STRAIGHT males only. NO ONE ELSE may attend.

Rule 2

If selected, you have to participate. No exceptions.

Failure to comply means you get the shit beat out of you by the Fila Thi security team. (And rumor has it that you’re sent home with a butt plug.)

Rule 3

You must order nine alcoholic drinks; how strong they are is up to you.

Rule 4

When called to the Ring to participate, all your clothes come off.

(Boy, you should hear the cheers and jeers when this happens!)

Rule 5

Undercard A – A blowjob

The “smallest” guy in the entire room–of 300–must suck off a Randomly Selected Dude (RSD1). Undercard A is not over until the Randomly Selected Dude 1 cums in the “smallest” guy’s mouth.

Rule 6

Undercard B – A butt fuck

The “largest” cock in the entire room gets to butt fuck a Randomly Selected Dude (RSD2). Undercard B is not over until the “largest” cock cums in Randomly Selected Dude 2s ass.

Rule 7

Main Event

The dude with the highest blood alcohol content must enter the ring with Randomly Selected Dude 3 (RSD3) & Randomly Selected Dude 4 (RSD4) for a ‘no holds barred’ fight club-type event, which concludes when one of the three participants cums in another participant ass.

Rule 8

Regardless of the selection process, no one participates in more than one event per night.

Rule 9

No one is permitted to photograph, film, or mention the names of the participants. Breach of this rule will lead to temporary, and perhaps permanent, cancellation of future events. Anonymity must be respected and maintained.

There are seven participants if you are still trying to follow the math and calculate the odds.

Four are Randomly Selected (RSDs), and three are chosen by attributes (small penis, large cock & alcohol content).

*A First Time for Everyone*

Of course, every person attends for the first time at some point. So, if no one has told you about Undercard A, and you happen to be short or only weigh 130 pounds, or your penis is unusually small, you are sweating bullets about what it means to be the “smallest” guy in the room after your first three drinks.

This is why so many dudes recruit other dudes to attend. Veteran attendees know the ropes and have been known to set up some small penis fellas to attend. Wimpy guys- especially noticed from locker rooms or urinal observations- get recruited and find themselves on their knees for Undercard A.

If you have a small penis and it has been spotted while showering after a gym class or spotted at a frat gathering while openly peeing in the backyard…watch out. Guys with small dicks get recruited to Thirsty Thursday on purpose. Think of it like hazing.

Then there is Undercard B. No one has kept this secret. If you have a big cock, you either don’t attend, or you’re so shit-faced that anal sex with a dude is worth getting to cum in a tight ass, even if it’s a dude. Some big-cocked guys like to go to T Cubed to boast they have the largest cock of the event, even though they haven’t interacted with the concept that their “winnings” is poking their tool in another guy’s butt.

The Main Event is complicated. The layers of complexity of everything in play here run very deep in a guy’s psyche.

For instance, guys like to fight. And, guys like to best other guys. The hysteria around the raw overpowering is crazy. It’s like nude cage fighting, but instead of getting choked (not allowed, by the way) and tapping out, the loser gets their ass tapped. A deep, humiliating, repetitive penetrating tapping–like the deep tapping and pumping of a keg.

Many first-timers aren’t aware of the strategy of what three men in the ring even means. And the most inebriated guy–automatically selected as the reward for being the most drunk–usually misreads and underestimates his situation. Which, of course, can be highly entertaining.

Winning the Main Event means humiliating your opponent physically and sexually. It is surprising to see how many T-Cubed Main Event participants–who purport to be straight–have no problem beating the crap out of their opponent and then enjoy being cheered on loudly as they fuck the shit out of the loser’s ass.

*Undercard A Observations From My First Year*

Month after month, I watched some pathetic guy with a tiny penis get on his knees to suck cock. But as the event grew in popularity, what also grew was the boldness in which the “smallest” guy in the room was manipulated by the randomly selected dude (RSD1).

The first few months were just simple, ‘get on your knees,’ blowjobs. But as repeat attendees grew more familiar with the format, the atmosphere changed.

One RSD1 tried shoving his cock into the “small” guy’s throat. He wanted to be deep-throated. He eventually got his wish. The crowd loved it.

Another time, a “small” guy was made to lie on his back, and the RSD1 squatted over him. Everyone liked that, and many believed it affected the next month when a couch was brought into the ring, and the “small” guy was made to lie down and tilt his head back. This couch maneuver started a whole deep-throat trend and, predictably, really freaked out anyone with a three-inch penis.

After two months of deep-throating, another ‘first’ happened. A “small” guy got stiff while sucking cock. In front of everyone. His little penis–totaling maybe 3.5 inches–pointed straight up in the air.

At first, it pissed guys off. But with beer goggles on, crowds began to favor this show of insurrection as another form of pure humiliation.

The idea is that not only is your penis so dreadfully small that you’d honor a real cock by sucking it, but you got a puny hard-on in the process.

Consequently, what also grew towards the end of the first year was penis size of the “smallest” guy in the room. The selected “small” guy was sometimes based on height (not penis size) and therefore just short, like 5′ 4″, or he was lightweight, like 128 pounds. In random months, penis size was irrelevant. The monthly crowds became taller and heavier when the word got out.

And other features of the “small” guy became more visible. One month, a waifish dude with silky, long hair was chosen, and when he stripped, his pubic hairs were nonexistent. And his pecker got real stiff when he sucked cock–it was like six inches.

Not only did no one seem to care, it felt like the crowd wanted more of this.

I’d observed a lot in the first year, attending every event. And at the end of the first year, I reached this surprising, unexpected conclusion:

Guys with small penises have subconsciously accepted a cock hierarchy. They know they are betas.

And that the spd–small penis dude–knows that in his lifetime, sooner or later, he will lose his gal (or already has, lol) to a more well-endowed alpha male. He’ll get dropped, cheated on, cuckolded, and even end up on his knees servicing a real cock. This event foreshadows the small penis dude’s future.

*Undercard B Observations From My First Year*

The first time some guy tried to bolt was after being randomly selected (RSD2) to get his ass fucked by a massive cock. And after that guy got beaten up so badly, many of the entrants took to standing in front of the exits during the random drawings.

There have only been a few chicken shits. But it sucks when the Undercard ends with a default.

Remember that everyone in the room could be the second guy chosen. And that it is very, very likely, he will be an anal virgin. So, his anal cherry isn’t just gonna get busted, it is going to get shredded.

So, it’s not surprising that I’ve not ever seen a single guy who got their ass fucked in Undercard B or the Main Event ever show up at another Thirsty Thursday.

The first few ass fucks were pretty straightforward. The randomly selected dude would bend over and just literally take it up the ass, always with their head down, toughing it out and getting it over with. And then getting up to leave with visible signs of embarrassment from the humiliation.

But just as things got more creative with Undercard A, the same held with Undercard B. And because the RSD2 was just submissively complying, the massively endowed cocked dude could dictate sexual positions.

Within six months, an RSD2 could regularly be seen in everyone’s favorite position: rolled up into a ball–the yoga plow pose–where the RSD2 knees wear blocking each ear and their ass was pointed high while a massive cock plunged deep. In this position, the RSD2 would not only be looking up at their alpha but also at their dick.

After a few months of the yoga plow pose, the new goal with Undercard B was to “Turn Out” the RSD2.

This term comes from a Fila Thi pledge hazing event where the extra-long cock penetrates a man’s internal sphincter at a rectal depth of approximately seven to nine inches. The cock head enters the sigmoid colon.

“Turn Him Out.”

“Turn Him Out.”

Became a popular Undercard B chant.

*Main Event Observations From My First Year*

As I stated earlier, many first-timers aren’t aware of the strategy of what three men in the ring even means. So it often starts with two against one, with the weakest of the three getting preyed on quite quickly after being identified as the weakest.

When two guys pin down the third, their ability to get their cock inside the immobile guy’s butt is fairly easy. There have even been times when the two in power took turns fucking the ass of the loser.

And as you likely predicted, it’s usually the shit-faced guy who quickly becomes the weakest.

The dude who scored highest on the breathalyzer and whoops boasts and taunts when he is first chosen. He ends up going home with a fresh load of male cum in his ass because he overestimates his prowess and then loses his stamina quickly and ends up losing.

Or the drunk guy’s taunting gets under the skin of the other two guys, who end up spit-roasting the loser. Like the one time, both guys made sure they each got a sloppy blowjob, and each shot a huge load of cum in the drunk guy’s mouth before the winner blew a load up the loser’s ass.

With three in the ring, things can change on a dime. For example, one time, a physically weaker dude who was losing suddenly overpowered the middleman (the drunk). What happened was that who was thought to be the loser changed. The strongest dude backed away and let the skinny weaker dude run the show, and he eventually came in the drunk guy’s butt.

From there, variations began to emerge.

One time the grappling got so entangled and evenly matched that a fuck sandwich was created.

While the pinned guy was taking it up the ass from guy number two, the third guy slipped into guy number two’s butt. One guy was fucking a butt. Another was getting butt fucked. I’d add that the guy in the middle was giving and receiving (not receiving by choice). Every time he pulled back to prepare his next thrust into the ass below him, he backed himself onto the cock behind him, sending it deeper into his butt. He knew this couldn’t last, but he couldn’t get untangled. So, he weirdly just went for it. Thrusting hard to get his rocks off to win while riding the guy behind him so perfectly that HE lost. The guy in the back, the third guy, blew his load into the guy getting sandwiched. And he wasn’t even moving! The middle guy rode his cock like he was jerking it off with his tight anal sphincter.

The crowd loved this, but it’s yet to be duplicated.

Another unique show was when one really strong guy who was an excellent wrestler and fighter beat up each of the other two.

At first, he took turns fucking each of them. Then he settled on the bigger and stronger of the two and fucked the muscular guy while pinning him full Nelson in a standing position. The third dude sat and watched.

No one had ever seen anything like that.

I couldn’t get the vision out of my head.

*My Number Came Up*

I think it was my 15th visit when I was first randomly selected. It was for Undercard B, so I drew the largest cock in the room. His name was Brad.

Now, the first thing I’m going to say is this: no one that I’ve ever hung around with ever shared or shed light on the idea that a cock in your ass can feel good. Why did I not ever know this?

In porn videos, the woman is often wincing–either out of real pain or acting in pain. And heterosexual men taking it in the ass in porn are portrayed as submissive losers.

Admittedly, I haven’t watched gay porn; my only observation experiences are from Thirsty 3rd Thursday. And most of the guys I’ve watched in person didn’t give much of any indication that they enjoyed getting their ass fucked.

So, imagine my dismay.

Even though Brad’s cock was huge, with plenty of lube, it slid right into my anal cavity. Deep, warm, snug, and downright incredible. And as he gently moved his hard shaft in and out, I sexually felt incredible. And when he reached a certain depth, it felt like he was fucking me inside through another sphincter. I became flush with excitement and moist with sweat. I looked down, and my penis was in a perpetual state of semi-hardness like it wanted to be stiff but didn’t want to admit it. It couldn’t hide my embarrassment, though, as it regularly formed a fresh bead of clear fluid at its tip, expressing its approval. It was almost as if my penis was offering its homemade lubricant in honor of its pleasure. Like calling out to Brad if he needed more lube–to fuck my ass–my penis would continue to provide it.

My entire naked body was on display, giving clear and obvious messages that it was overcome with intense pleasure.

My penis felt like it could explode from mere touch, yet when Brad grabbed my dick as a show of superiority and the goal to humiliate me, my penis suddenly went soft, and I could barely feel his tight hand attempting to choke my shaft.

All my secondary sex organs wanted me to get ass fucked.

It didn’t take Brad much longer to spew his sperm in my anal cavity. The feel of the warm fluid made my limp penis get hard.

As is customary, when you are on stage, you are permitted to leave after your performance, which I did immediately. I was so embarrassed that I thought I’d never be back again.

As I walked to my car, I was experiencing a humiliating and weird side-effect of getting fucked in the ass. My butt kept leaking sperm into my underwear. My hole was so stretched I just couldn’t keep the cum seepage from dribbling out while I was walking.

I was very horny. I unexpectedly enjoyed my experience. I was confused about whether or not I wanted to jerk off. And if I did, what would I be thinking about? One thing was not confusing. I already decided I want to attend next month.

 

The End.

 

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