TGIF

Friday is a special night for the Linguistics and Culture Club of Dorman University. Not only was it a prelude to the long-sought weekends, but it was also when the Shadow Urn recovers its charge. What’s the Shadow Urn, you may ask? It is an 8th-century Tang Dynasty Urn lent to them by a local museum. Due to technical and bureaucratic mishaps, the urn was left in their care for an indeterminate period. The Shadow Urn laid dormant for years in the club storage room. That was until the head of the Linguistics and Culture Club, Michael Evans, excavated it from the mountain of forgotten props and artifacts and discovered its power.

Those whose hands are dipped inside the Shadow Urn at 5PM on Fridays are transformed into a mass of shadows. These shadows are constrained in areas where there is light. They can travel at unimaginable speeds in the blink of an eye. However, its main power does not lie with the stated facts. It lies with the power of possession. A shadow can bind to the shadow of another living organism and take control of their bodies.

Of course, being young adults who recently escaped the cusp of hormonal adolescence, the Linguistics and Culture Club used the Shadow Urn to possess the bodies of the jocks in the frat house a couple of blocks away. For every Friday Night, the frat house is alive with parties and booze. Thanks to the Shadow Urn, the once-deemed straight jocks in town turned into a group of homosexuals in a single night. Gerard, the football team captain, was found dancing on a countertop while spinning his dick. Onlookers cheered him with cameras at hand. Gerard returned the favor by bending over as another naker football player inserted his dick in the captain’s ass.

On the other hand, a group of jocks is licking their brother’s sweaty skin on the other side of the room. The others watched as their numbers increased. Of course, it was just the L&C club possessing more of the jocks and joining in on the fun. Clothes were thrown, and kissing devolved into feasting. Nipples were suckled, muscles were worshiped, cocks were sucked, and asses were railed. Of course, many partygoers thought it was their latest stint, so they could not help but join.

Come morning, everyone was back in their bodies. The frat house was left utterly trashed. All unconscious jocks are strewn on the floor, naked, and their genitals sore from the multiple bouts of cumming. The jocks failed to realize what they had done the night before and assumed they had done the best party there was to lose consciousness all at once. They spent the rest of the week oblivious. Come Friday evening, the Linguistics and Culture Club dusts off the Shadow Urn from the storage and partakes in the pleasure of flesh once again.