Frat Games: Hell Week Ch. 01

I applied to Alpha Zeta Rho during Rush Week as a joke.

I mean, seriously. An all-jock frat? Me? A twink like me?

That's hilarious.

I used to love fucking with hot straight jocks in high school. Flirting too much. Lingering a little longer in locker rooms just to watch them get uncomfortable. Sometimes they'd get angry. Sometimes they'd get curious. I liked both.

So the idea of pledging their sacred little frat felt like the ultimate dare. I filled out the application online, tossed in a half-shirtless mirror selfie, and submitted it with zero expectations. Just vibes.

Surprisingly, I was invited for an interview.

A couple of days later, I get the text.

"You're in, pledge" -- Brother Chase

Chase. The frat president. The one who was the lacrosse-playing jock with a voice like black coffee and a smile that meant trouble. He didn't say "congrats" or "welcome." Just that. You're in. Like it had already been decided.

I don't know how it happened. Maybe I was their diversity pick. Maybe it was my selfie. Maybe it was something worse. But somehow I got selected. And not just as a pledge.

They invited me to move into the frat house.

Apparently, that's not normal. Most pledges don't live inside. Especially not freshmen. But Alpha Zeta Rho said it was tradition. Said I'd be living there through Hell Week. I should've asked more questions.

So yeah. Here I was. Outside the house. Two duffel bags, one pounding heart, and way too many assumptions about what would happen once I stepped inside.

Being around jocks was a dream. Living with them? I didn't know if it would be heaven, hell, or something in between.

The door opened before I could even knock.

A tall guy with dark hair and a sleeveless tee leaned in the doorway. Tan, broad, smug as hell.

"First floor. Toward your left. The very far end," he said. "Welcome, pledge."

He smirked and stepped aside, not even offering to help with my bags.

I dragged them inside. The house smelled like sweat and body spray and pizza. Somewhere upstairs someone was blasting EDM. I passed three shirtless guys on the way to my room, all of them nodding with the same quiet, cocky look that said, We already own you.

The room was basic. Bed, drawers, tiny desk. One window. Nothing on the walls.

It was mine.

For now.

I dropped my bags and closed the door behind me. A weird wave of relief hit me. Like I could finally breathe. Like I was still just a regular guy who hadn't yet been broken in.

My room was right next to Brother Jace.

Yeah. Jace.

The one who had interviewed me during Rush Week. The one with the dirty blond hair and the arms that barely fit into sleeves. I remembered stammering through my answers while he leaned back, legs spread, looking at me like he already knew I'd say yes to anything.

I unpacked fast, needing something to do. Shirts in the top drawer. Pants in the middle. Underwear in the bottom one. Just basics. Briefs. A few boxers. Nothing too crazy.

I didn't want to give them ideas. Not yet.

Eventually I collapsed on my bed, fully dressed, phone slipping from my hand, the sound of my own nervous thoughts lulling me into a nap.

When I woke up, the room was darker. Outside my window, the sun had completely vanished. My phone buzzed in my lap. 8:57pm.

Shit.

Movie night. The introductory meeting. I was supposed to be downstairs by nine.

I rolled out of bed, yawning, stretching, feeling groggy and out of place. I walked over to my drawers to grab something clean to wear and froze.

My bottom drawer was open.

The underwear drawer.

I hadn't left it that way.

On top, sitting dead center, was a note. Folded in half. My stomach dropped as I picked it up and read the ink in bold, cocky handwriting:

Rule #1: Never keep your door closed, pledge.

I've replaced your boring underwear with something more appropriate.

Wear one and come downstairs.

- Brother Lucas

My breath caught in my throat.

I looked down.

My briefs were gone.

Replaced with three tight, pristine thongs; red, black, and baby blue.... neatly folded like a gift.

What the fuck.

Was this a hazing thing? A prank? A test?

Was I really supposed to show up to my first frat meeting wearing a thong?

I hesitated for maybe ten seconds.

Then I grabbed the baby blue one and slipped it on.

It hugged my hips, clung to my ass, made me feel instantly exposed. The outline of my cock was more visible than I wanted it to be. But... maybe that was the point.

I threw on a clean white tee. Took one last look in the mirror. My thighs were bare. My cheeks peeked out under the hem of the shirt. My heart was thudding.

And I went downstairs.

The living room was chaos in slow motion.

A huge sectional couch took up most of the space. Five or six guys were lounging; some shirtless, some in swim trunks, others in loose gym shorts. No one seemed to care about the movie playing on the flatscreen. They were drinking, eating, laughing, sprawled with their legs wide open like they were home alone.

Until they saw me.

Every head turned. Every pair of eyes dragged down my body. And suddenly I could feel the shape of the thong under my shirt. I felt slutty. I felt watched. I felt... kind of high.

Brother Jace was sitting in the middle of the couch, arm flung lazily over the backrest.

"Come sit here, pledge," he said.

I moved toward the open cushion next to him, heart racing, breath shallow.

But just as I was about to sit down, Jace raised one eyebrow.

"Not there, pledge.

On my lap."

I blinked.

Laughed.

"Wait. Are you serious?"

From across the room, Chase didn't even look away from his drink.

"If a brother asks, you obey. No hesitation."

Then Brett - tall, smirking, legs spread like a throne... added:

"Sit on his lap, pledge."

My throat was dry. My whole body tingled. Their eyes were still on me. Curious. Amused.

I looked at Jace. He patted his thigh.

And I took one slow, trembling step forward.

Jace didn't move. He just watched me, cool and cocky, like this was exactly how he expected tonight to go.

I hesitated a beat longer. Then I lowered myself onto his lap. Practically climbed on to it. His thighs were thick. Hard. His arm shifted behind my back, not quite touching me, but there... like a warning. His breath was warm at my neck. My ass rested on his jeans. I could feel my heart pounding through the fabric of the thong.

A couple of the brothers whistled.

I could feel my face burn.

"Now that you're seated comfortably..." Chase stood in front of the TV and turned the volume down, drawing all eyes to him. "Let me give you a briefing."

My skin prickled. Jace's chest rose behind me.

"You'll receive one task each day for all seven days of Hell Week." Chase said. "Complete all of them, and you'll earn your place in Alpha Zeta Rho. Fail, and.. well, we don't keep quitters around."

I nodded once, unsure if I was allowed to speak.

Chase gave me a slow, unreadable smile. "We only test one pledge at a time. More intimate that way."

"Lucky us," Lucas muttered, tossing popcorn into his mouth.

"And we're counting on you, Troy," Chase continued. "You're Jace's pick. So don't let him down."

That surprised me.

Jace's pick?

I turned slightly to look at him, but his expression gave away nothing.

That's when Brett stood up. Broad, cocky, carved like a statue. "Alright, pledge. First task."

The room went quiet. Brett crossed his arms and grinned. "You have to make Brother Jace hard."

I blinked. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me."

"If you succeed," Chase said smoothly, "you get to sleep in your bed tonight."

Lucas chuckled from the floor. "Otherwise, you sleep outside. In the cold."

The room erupted in quiet laughter. No one seemed surprised. No one looked away. This was planned.

I looked at Jace again, searching for a hint of discomfort, of anything, but all he did was shrug like this was above his pay grade. "I jerked off a while ago, so it'll be difficult to get me hard again," he said, deadpan. "But... good luck, pledge."

"I'll try my best sir."

Then I adjusted myself.. just slightly. I leaned back. Rolled my hips once, twice. Let the curve of my ass press fully against his crotch.

The whole room watched. No one spoke.

So I went slower. Hips gliding left, then right. A subtle grind. A little tease. A slow, lazy twerk right on top of his bulge.

From across the room, Chase gave a low chuckle. "That's it, pledge. You're doing it."

"Such a good boy", Joshua added.

I glanced at Jace, who was watching me through his lashes now, a muscle ticking in his jaw. I grabbed both his wrists and placed them on my waist.... bold.. maybe, reckless...., but he didn't stop me. He gripped tighter. And I started grinding properly. Back and forth. Side to side. Up and down. Moving like I knew what I was doing.

There.

A twitch. I felt it. Right under me. His cock stirred once. Then again. And then he was swelling, slow and unmistakable, pushing against the zipper of his cargo shorts.

I bit my lip and kept going. Pressed harder. Dragged myself across the length of his cock like it was a game I'd already won.

Laughter broke from the corner. "Shit," someone said. "He knows what he's doing."

I didn't stop until I was sure of it.

He was hard now. Fully, obviously hard.

"Fuck, Jace is hard already," Brett groaned. "You're not even trying to hide it."

Jace's fingers dug tighter into my hips. "Good job, pledge," Chase said, voice smooth and low. "That was impressive."

I stood up slowly and smiled, dizzy from the rush. "So... Task one: complete."

"Don't be so happy now," Chase warned. "This was the easiest one."

I straightened a little, still breathless. "I'll complete them all, sir."

Jace smirked and gave my ass a sharp smack. "Go to bed. Tomorrow's gonna be fun."

I made my way back upstairs, heart racing, cock half-hard.

When I dropped onto the mattress, I stared at the ceiling, a grin plastered across my face. I replayed it again and again. The way he twitched under me. The grip on my hips. That last smack before I walked away. I couldn't believe how easy it had been to get him hard. I couldn't believe how wet I still was from the grind.

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Eventually, my eyes started to drift shut.

Maybe ten minutes passed. Maybe twenty.

I heard something. A soft creak. Movement near the door. I didn't look. I kept still, let my breathing stay slow and shallow, like I was already asleep.

Another creak... this time, closer. The pillow on my bed shifted behind me.

Weight. A body. Heat. A warm hand slid across my ass, slow and firm, fingers brushing the thin strap of my thong.

Then a whisper. "You got me hard," the voice said, low and rough. "But who's gonna take care of it now, pledge?"

I turned. It was Brother Jace. He stared down at me, smirking, one hand still on my ass. The other slid lower, gripping the curve of me with purpose.

"C'mon now, Troy," he said, voice thicker now. "This is my personal task for you."

He gave my ass a tight, claiming squeeze.

"Finish what you started, pledge"