Frat Games: the House Slut
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Chapter 6: Brotherhood Dares
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Brotherhood Dares - 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 White Male Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Voyeurism BBW Public Sex Size Nudism Slow Transformation
“You stripped for us yesterday. But today? You strip because you’re one of us. Almost.”
That was the only warning I got before I let Lucas pull my tank top off over my head and tossed it across the room. I obliged and nodded. The rest came off with it; my thong, already damp and stained, peeled down my thighs like it wanted to stay. I stood there, bare, flushed, hard. Every guy watching.
Lucas stepped forward, holding a paddle. Not a frat-style joke paddle. This was wood. Real. Polished. He tapped it once against his palm, then motioned to the couch. “Over the armrest. Now.”
I obeyed without a word, draping my body over the couch. My bare ass arched up in the air.
Lucas paced behind me. “Every pledge endures this,” he said, voice casual like a tour guide. “It’s tradition. Twenty-one spanks”
“Why twenty-one?” he repeated, running a finger along the edge of the paddle. “Because it’s how many strokes it took to make the first pledge cry.”
He looked right at me as he said it.
“Not quit. Not scream. Cry. That’s when the guys knew he was ready to break and belong.”
“Yes, Sir. I am ready”, I answered.
The first crack landed hard ... flat across both of my ass cheeks. I gasped, gripping the cushion. Lucas didn’t pause. They came in clean succession. Some stung sharp. Some thudded deep. But by the tenth, my skin was glowing.
The room had gone quiet, just the steady sound of spanking and my own sharp breathing. By the time he reached twenty-one, I was squirming, sweating, blinking tears.
“Thank you sir...”
“There, we go ... You took it like a champ.”, Brett said.
Lucas rubbed a hand over my sore cheeks, laughing softly. “And because I’m special, I get to start your task today ... and give you one more.”
He stepped up beside me. His armpit was right at eye level: hairy, musky, already damp with sweat. Lucas raised his arm. “Lick.”
My tongue was already out before I thought. I dragged it slow through the damp crease, the taste of sweat and deodorant thick on my tongue. He laughed, hand gripping the back of my head, keeping me there.
“Get the edge. Yeah. Right there. That’s where it pools.”
It was sour and earthy. I licked again. Slower this time. Longer.
“You’re nasty,” he whispered. “I fucking love it.”
Lucas stepped back, wiping his pit with his fingers and smearing it down my chest.
“Next.”
Brett strolled in, shirtless, basketball shorts clinging to his thighs with sweat. His chest was still flushed from his workout. He had headphones around his neck and a smug grin. “Next dare’s pretty simple,” he said, pulling the drawstring on his shorts.
“Come here, pledge. You need to get familiar with your guy’s musk.”
He let his shorts fall. No underwear. “Came straight from the gym,” he said proudly. “Didn’t even shower. This one’s for you, pledge.”
His cock hung heavy, but I wasn’t looking at that. His balls ... slick, low, musky ... were glistening.
“Clean my balls”
I sank to my knees and leaned in and reached out with my hand
“Hahaha. No. Pledge, clean with your tongue”, Brett laughed.
I obeyed. I leaned my mouth towards Brett’s balls. The smell hit me first ... raw, post-workout, thick with male sweat. I dragged my tongue across his sack. He groaned softly, adjusting himself.
“Ah ... you missed a spot.”
I licked again, slower this time, catching every crease. My tongue curled around the base, then up under the rim. His hand came down to rest on my head.
“Good boy,” he murmured.
“Fuck, he’s good,” Brett muttered, petting my hair. “Maybe I’ll stop showering if this is what I come home to.”
Laughter. Someone muttered, “He’d probably beg for it.”
“Next,” Lucas called out.
Joshua cracked his knuckles and stepped forward. “Alright, toy. You’re gonna lay on the floor.” He rolled his shoulders as he walked in, holding a clear glass with orange juice in it. He was wearing nothing but boxers and that smile; wide, cocky, and just a little mean.
“My dare’s refreshing,” he said, swirling the juice. “Ever had citrus and cock in the same minute?”
The boys laughed.
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