Frat Games: the House Slut
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Chapter 9: Task #6: One Pledge (Continued)
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Task #6: One Pledge (Continued) - 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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Three left.
I was still dripping from the last two loads. Brett’s cum cooling inside my throat, Lucas’s load sliding down a little slower, warm and slick. Maybe a drip or two caught behind my lip, or at the corner of my tongue, but most of it went straight down. I had swallowed it all like they told me to. Like I was trained to.
Lucas leaned back on the couch, grinning like he was half-drunk. “Now time to earn their cum, pledge,” he said, laughing. “Straight from the source.”
They still surrounded me. Jace standing shirtless with that same cocky smirk. Joshua rubbing the head of his cock like he was edging himself just to make it last longer. Chase’s cock slick with precum, brushing against his thigh as he stroked it slowly, making a show of it.
“Come on,” Jace said, voice low but sharp. “Let’s see how fast you can earn our cum.”
Joshua moved first. He stepped forward and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me up from the floor by the hair. “Up.” He turned me, marched me toward the wall, and shoved me against it with one palm on my shoulder. His other hand fed his cock back between my lips like he owned me.
Then he started to fuck my face.
Hard. Deep. Fast.
Gawk, gawk, gawk...
The sounds were filthy. My spit flew. My throat burned. My eyes watered instantly.
He didn’t let me breathe.He didn’t care.
“Fuck, Joshua,” Chase said, watching from just a few feet away. “Don’t give the pledge brain damage before I get my turn.”
“I’m prepping him,” Joshua growled. His cock shoved into my throat again, making my vision blur. “If he can take this, he can take anything.”
I didn’t stop him. I didn’t pull away. I closed my lips tighter around his shaft and let him use my mouth, over and over, choking on him until it felt like I might pass out. My knees wobbled. My face was streaked with spit. But I stayed still. I wanted this. I needed to show them I could take it.
Chase stepped beside us. He was stroking his cock slowly, watching with heat in his eyes. He stepped closer, close enough that the tip of his cock tapped against my cheek, then my forehead, then my closed eyes.
“Come on,” he said. “I’m waiting my turn.”
Joshua finally pulled out, leaving my mouth hanging open, gasping, drool clinging to my chin. Before I could recover, Chase grabbed me by the jaw and shoved himself in.
He didn’t waste time. He fucked my mouth even harder.
His cock hit the back of my throat on every stroke, and I swore my nose was pressed into his skin. He didn’t moan ... he grunted. He groaned. He used me like a tool.
Jace leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching. “Nah,” he said, “I’m not wasting my time jerking myself off. My pledge will do it for me.”
He walked over to the couch and sat down, spreading his legs like a king. His cock still hard, leaking, waiting. Waiting for me.
Meanwhile, I was being facefucked between Joshua and Chase, one after the other. Joshua grabbed my hair again and dragged me away from Chase’s cock only to slide right back in. Then Chase yanked me back for his turn. They were passing me back and forth, their rhythm brutal, almost playful, like a game of tug-of-war with my throat.
“Fuck,” Joshua grunted. “You think he’s ready?”
Chase glanced down. I was kneeling between them, panting, eyes glassy, face soaked. My lips were puffy. I was a mess.
“Let’s find out.”