Frat Games: the House Slut
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Chapter 5: Remote-Controlled
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Remote-Controlled - 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.
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I woke up to the sound of snickering. Not an alarm. Not sunlight. Just two voices: low, bratty, playful; right above me. Brett and Lucas. Laughing. Grinning.
Lucas tossing something small in the air and catching it like it was no big deal. Like this was any other morning in the frat house.
“Rise and shine, pledge,” Brett said, already opening my drawer and pulling out a red thong. “Task three’s ready.”
Lucas caught the thing he was holding and held it up: A plug. Red. Sleek. With a little wireless base. “This one’s got three modes,” he said. “One for each level of obedience.”
I was already hard. Already nodding.
Brett looked me up and down. “Strip.”
“Yes, sir.”
I was trembling as I peeled off my shorts and boxers, standing there with my ass out while they watched.
“Bend over. Hands on the wall.”
I did. Still hard. Still blushing. He pressed the plug against me slowly, teasing my rim, circling it. I let out a quiet gasp.
Lucas leaned in. “Don’t react. Not a sound. You’ll see why.”
Then he lubed the toy and pushed the plug pushed in; smooth, deliberate, deep. My breath caught, and I clenched the wall. I felt the cool lube slicked onto the toy. The toy pressed against my hole and sank in slow;not painful, but deliberate. My whole body clenched as it locked in place.
“Good boy,” Brett murmured.
Lucas held the thong open for me like he was helping me into a tux. “Step in, toy.”
It slid up tight, hugging everything. The plug pulsed inside me the entire time I got dressed; if you could call it that. Red thong. Tight. My cheeks already poking out. I slipped a black tank top on, but it did nothing to hide me. My whole body felt exposed. Used. Buzzing.
I stood back up, shivering as it settled inside me, snug against my walls.
Lucas took out the remote. “Here’s the fun part,” he said, “All of the guys will be given the remote today. Anyone can press it at any time.”
I blinked. “And I’m not allowed to react.”
“Not even a moan,” Brett said. “If you do ... your next task gets worse,” Lucas finished, smirking. “Which is wild, because it’s already going to be pretty fucked.”
I swallowed.
“Now go help Jace clean the common room, he’s probably in the kitchen,” Brett said. “Pretend like nothing’s wrong. He doesn’t know we have already started the task.”
Downstairs, the frat house was alive.
Coffee brewing. Xbox blasting. Three guys still hungover, two already shirtless. I walked in with a broom, trying to play it cool.
Buzz.
I nearly dropped it.
Laughter from behind the couch.
I looked over; Joshua, lounging on the couch with the remote in his hand and a smug grin. “You flinched, pledge.”
I swallowed, then forced a smile. “No I didn’t, Joshua.”
“You sure?,” he asked, pressing it again.
This time, I held still. Gritted my teeth. The pulse lit through my body, sent a twitch through my thighs. But I didn’t move.
Ten minutes later, I was dusting the coffee table.
Then Jace walked in with a protein smoothie in his hand ... Shirtless. Gym shorts slung low ... He spotted me immediately. “Pledge,” he said, walking over. “What the hell are you wearing?”
I froze.
Then it pulsed again. Higher. Harder.
I straightened too fast and hit my knee on the table. Jace raised an eyebrow.
“You good, pledge?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Buzz.
I whimpered. Quiet. Almost inaudible. But Jace stepped closer.
“You sure? You’re twitching like a little toy.” “Turn around.”
I did.
He grabbed my ass.
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