Hazing is a part of joining any team, I guess, and the wrestling team at my college was no different. As I jogged across campus wearing nothing but my headgear and a pink thong, though, with two of my teammates riding in a golf cart behind me, announcing my arrival and delivering taunts through a bullhorn, I resolved to pay them back in practice by beating all of them on the mat.
When I faced the captain of the team, though, my plan fell apart. I got an education in how to get my rear end kicked. It wasn't until later, in the showers, that he showed me the other things he could do with (and to) my rear end...
Story length: Approx. 5,600 words.
