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Frat Games: the House Slut

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Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Alpha Zeta Rho.... the cockiest, all-jock frat on campus. Known for keg stands, locker room brawls, and one secret tradition: Every year, they pick one pledge to turn into their house toy.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma   Ma   Blackmail   Consensual   Mind Control   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   CrossDressing   Fiction   High Fantasy   School   Sharing   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Humiliation   Light Bond   Rough   Snuff   Spanking   Torture   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Spitting   Voyeurism   BBW   Public Sex   Size   Nudism   Slow   Transformation  

Meet the Brothers of Alpha Zeta Rho | Frat Games: The House Plaything

Alpha Zeta Rho ... the cockiest, all-jock frat on campus.
Known for keg stands, locker room brawls, and one secret tradition:
Every year, they pick one pledge to turn into their house toy.

Troy (Aka. ME)
Age: 19. Slim. Pale. Big eyes. Soft lips.
The only freshman in the house who doesn’t look like a linebacker.
Always in too-short shorts and tight tees. Always watching.
They say I got in “by mistake.”
I’m starting to realize ... it was on purpose.
I’m not the first. But I’m this year’s toy.

💪 Jace: The Golden Boy
Wide shoulders. Tan. Abs you can hear crunching. Dirty blonde hair he never brushes. Cocky smirk that could ruin lives.
Quarterback. Wrestling team. Always shirtless.
He roughhouses with you. Calls you “princess.”
But that smirk lingers when you’re on your knees.

“You’re soft, pledge. Bet you moan like a girl too.”

🧠 Chase: The President
Bulkier. Meaner. Buzzcut. Thick jaw. Thicker thighs. Cock like a weapon.
Senior. Runs the house like a locker room. Cold eyes, cruel laugh.
Knows everything. Plans everything.
He’s the one who picked you.

“You’re not here to party, pledge. You’re here to serve.”

🦁 Brett: The Muscle
Italian-American. Olive skin. Slick dark hair. Muscles like he was carved. Cocky, but quiet.
He doesn’t speak much. Just watches. Judges. Sometimes films.
Rumor is, if Chase is the brain, Brett is the muscle.

“Bend over, pledge. It’s not a request.”

🎸 Lucas: The Pretty Dude
Long hair. Tattooed. Built like a swimmer. Always high. Always smirking.
Thinks hazing is “performance art.”
Wears crop tops. Still gets more pussy than anyone.
Or so he says.

“You moan prettier than half my hookups, pledge. Don’t stop.”

😈 Joshua: The Sadist
Southern. Cowboy boots. Veiny forearms. Lean, sinewy strength. Freckles and a mean streak.
He calls you “boy.” Spits when he laughs.
Likes punishments. Likes watching.
Has a rope kink and zero limits.

“Beg me, pledge. Make it sound sweet.”

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