Spring Break and The Paddle Walk (Frat Action Adventure Series #3 and #4)

If you would like to buy them inside a collection of works, you might want to check out Frat: The Collection(4 stories total.) These two stories are about 10,000 words combined.

Frat 3: Spring Break
Joey made a mistake. He told the frat mates he was going to visit his aunt in Florida during spring break. Now, aunty has got a little surprise coming with 20 horny frat mates on their way. Can Joey avoid having his aunt's home demolished as his friends organize the party of the year right at auntie's? "Viral... in a good sense."

Sample Content:
"I've got some bad news for you."
That was direct.
"What's happening? No one died or anything?"
He could imagine Mike standing over a body, holding his mobile phone in a shaking hand, while explaining to Joey how one of his friends drunk himself to death. It was highly unlikely - in fact near impossible as everyone he knew could hold their fair share and then some, but you never know...
"Everyone is coming to you."
"Eh? What does that mean?"
Mike explained. Apparently Cody and the other Super Five, the highest level of Alpha Beta Mega's bureaucracy had found out that Joey was going to stay in Florida. The problem with that was that no one else had a place out here and the hotels and motels were filling quickly. 70 of the frat members had got into the frat's bus and were on their way - straight to his aunt's house.
Joey gripped the phone to his ear as his heart started to thump a million miles an hour. A comical image of his aunt's home burning brightly in the night as 70 drunken college kids cheered the flames on flittered through his mind. He nearly choked.
"We have to stop this. Isn't there anywhere they could stay but here?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Mike knew as well as he did that the frat members didn't take "no" for an answer - or at least not usually.
"Listen. I'm coming. Just don't freak out. I'll be there tomorrow."
Joey let the phone slide down to the couch. This was not good, not good at all.

Frat 4: The Paddle Walk
The walk of pain. To make the upper tier of frat mates, Joey must take the pain, but can he even have his shot? Joey will do anything for a sore bottom. Ridiculous madness will follow as Joey takes it to the limit and does whatever it takes to get to the top. "The chief lunatic, Kenneth Guthrie, does it again."

Sample Content:
Joey sat down at the table. The big man, Jack, glared at him.
"I'm gonna [Censored] you up," he whispered.
Joey had no doubt. Jack had nearly broke his nose when he pledged into the frat during the punch competition. He could clean the floor with Joey if he wanted to.
Boobs looked over and gave him the thumbs up. They were getting along better these days. Still, Boobs was probably the one to watch in this fight - he could drink anyone under the table.
The first round of drinks was bought over by a few sexy girls in bunny rabbits costumes. The greenish looking liquid was in a small cocktail glass. It smelled a little rank, but probably wouldn't taste so bad, or at least Joey hoped.
It went down like razor wire heated to near melting point. Joey swooned and the others did too. Cody came over as he lay his head on the table and lifted his arm.
"Still alive!"
The crowd cheered. Joey felt like he was going to die. His throat burned and his insides screamed. Likely this was not poisonous (the lab team regular ran crazy cocktail hours for the frat and no one had ever died), but it burned. It burned so much he wanted to die.
He knew he was failing. Guys like Boobs were hard as stone when it came to alcohol (Joey was a lightweight by anyone's standards). He had to keep on. This was too important, but it hurt. How could he keep on like this?


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