Frat Games: Hell Week Ch. 03

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."

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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.

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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.

His hand pressed into the curve of it, fingers sliding under the waistband of my thong. Then..... buzz. I gasped.

"I said don't react," Joshua shouted.

Jace just laughed.

"Hold up," he said, "You lads already started the task?"

He pushed his hand down, right onto the base of the plug. I whimpered.

"Oh, this is fucking adorable." He stepped in close, pressing his chest to my back. "Plugged up and trying to play housemaid. Slutty."

"Fuck yeah," Jace said under his breath. "Let's test your limits further."

He shoved his shorts down. His cock was already out, hard, thick, throbbing. He grabbed my hair. Pulled me down. "You want to be our pledge?" he growled. "Then open your fucking mouth."

I moaned before I even obeyed. And as soon as my lips parted, he pushed his cock in my mouth; slow at first, then deeper. His hand gripped the back of my neck, guiding me.

My plug buzzed again. My knees buckled. I gagged around him instantly, eyes watering, but I kept going. My mouth stretched wide around his cock, throat already tight mixed with sensations up my hole.. I was loving every part of it....

Jace started moving his hips in a motion with his hands on the back of my head. Deep strokes, letting his hips roll shoving his cock in my mouth with every thrust, watching spit stretch from my lips.

"Aaah.. take it, boy.."

"Fuck... Take it.."

"Goddamn," someone said. "Jace has a new favorite toy."

Another buzz; then a second, overlapping it. The twin pulses lit through me, and I moaned around Jace's cock before I could stop myself. It slipped out soft, shaky, desperate..... half-stifled by the wet sounds of him fucking my throat. I tried to bury the sound, to hide it beneath the slap of his hips and the stretch of my lips, but it still broke through; raw, needy, aching.

Behind us, someone laughed, "He moaned!"

Lucas. Sitting on the armrest with the remote, grinning.

"Guess Task Four's gonna be brutal," Brett added.

"Dude, he moaned like six times already," Joshua said, clicking again. "You're so fucked tomorrow."

I kept bobbing up and down on Jace's cock. I had no choice. I had to finish what I started.

Jace shoved deep. My nose pressed to his stomach. His cock twitched against my tongue.

I whined around Jace's cock, stuffed full, facefucked slowly in the living room while others passed the remote and watched me lose my mind.

Jace was breathing hard now. "Fuck. He's gonna make me cum"

My eyes rolled back. I didn't even hear what Lucas said next. But I know they were laughing. And I know I was moaning. But I was loving the taste of Jace's cock in my mouth. Loving the attention.

And just like that, Jace came.

Hot, fast, thick. It hit the back of my throat.

He groaned, hips grinding forward one last time. I stayed on my knees, mouth full, shaking slightly from the buzzes still teasing my ass. I swallowed automatically, desperate to breathe.

When he finally pulled out, I coughed once, wiped my mouth, and looked up.

Everyone was staring.

Jace tucked himself back into his shorts and leaned down, brushing a thumb over my spit-slick lips. "Good boy.. That's how you take care of your roommates.," he said.

Then I heard footsteps.

Chase walked in like he owned the place, barely glancing at me on my knees. "Task Four's gonna be a little different," he said, brushing past with a smirk. "Every one of us got a dare for you. A personal challenge. So don't think you're just Jace's little cockwarmer now; you're here to serve all of us."

"Fuck yes," someone muttered. "This is gonna be fun."

I was still on my knees, thong riding up, plug still vibrating softly inside me.

" Yes, Chase. I will complete all the dares"

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"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.

Joshua pulled his boxers down. His balls bounced out, already hanging heavy. He dipped them into the orange juice slowly... soaking them... then stepped over me.

"We're gonna play a little game of teabag and sip," he said with a smirk. "I dip, you sip. No flinching. Open every time I lower."

I blinked, stunned. The others were howling with laughter already.

Joshua crouched over me, positioning himself so his balls hovered above my face. I opened my mouth and he dipped them right in. They were warm, damp, citrusy from the orange juice.

Then up again.

Another dip. This time deeper.

I gagged slightly. He laughed. "You better keep your mouth open, pledge. Don't want me spilling on the carpet."

I obeyed, tilting my head back, opening wide.

He dipped again. The cold sting of orange juice mixed with the warmth of his balls was insane. I shivered, trying to keep my tongue still. He dragged them across my lips, then let them rest inside.

His cock bobbed slightly above my nose.

Behind him, someone joked, "Look at his mouth. Waiting. Dripping. Dude looks like a fucking orange juice dispenser."

The guys were losing it.

But I stayed still. Swallowed every drop. Every time his sack dipped into my mouth, I opened wider. I didn't gag. I didn't flinch.

"Fuck," Joshua muttered. "He's into it."

Then came Jace.

The room got quiet. Everyone leaned in a little.

Lucas grinned. "We know how obsessed you are with Jace's cock. You've made that very clear."

Jace stepped forward.

My breath caught.

"Doggy position now," he commanded.

I moved instantly; palms flat against the cold floor, knees spread apart. My back arched instinctively, like my body already knew what they wanted. I felt the air hit my skin, my hole exposed, bare and twitching. My ass was fully out, angled up for inspection, vulnerable in the dim light.

I stayed like that. Waiting. Quiet. Every breath shallow. Every second stretched like I was being watched from all sides.

He smiled and walked behind me, kneeling. "So here's the deal. I'm gonna hover my cock right here..."

"Rest it on your hole." Jace approached me slowly, already half-hard, towering over me. "This one's all about control."

He brought his cock.... thick, hard, warm... right up to my ass. Not touching. Just close. I could feel it radiating heat. I clenched instinctively.

Jace smacked my thigh. "You clench your hole, you lose pledge. Behave."

I flushed, remembering how I moaned around him the night before. I took a shaky breath. Tried to relax. But he kept getting closer. His cockhead was barely an inch from my hole.

"Nope," he said, slapping my ass. "You're losing it."

"I'm... trying, sir" I gasped.

He leaned in closer. His cockhead nudged but didn't press in. "Better."

The longer he hovered, the harder it got. My body begged to be filled but I had to stay still.

"You're desperate," Jace murmured. "I can feel it. But you'll wait."

"You want it, don't you?" he whispered. "But we don't fuck our pledges until they've earned it."

He grazed the edge of my hole. Not entering. Not even nudging. Just close enough to feel it. "Your hole is twitching," he teased. "Trying to suck me in."

The guys laughed. One of them said, "Desperate slut."

I stayed frozen.

Jace whispered in my ear. "I can feel how much you want. But patience pledge. Soon.." He stood up and walked off, leaving my body aching and my cock leaking onto the floor.

Then Chase, the frat president.

He walked in last, jeans slung low on his hips. Unlike the others, he didn't smile. Didn't touch me. He just watched. "I don't have a dare for you," he said.

The room went still.

"I've got something else. A task I designed myself. You can call me a founder. It's my favorite one."

I swallowed hard.

He walked up, crouched beside me, and ran a hand through my hair. "Tomorrow," he whispered. "You'll be introduced to the Brew."

He leaned in, whispering against my ear. "Hope you're thirsty."

The room erupted in cheers, laughter, jeers. Someone said, "He's not ready for that shit." Another added, "Better hydrate, pledge... or wait for tomorrow."

But all I could do was kneel there, my whole body buzzing with sweat, juice, cock, and need. And wait for tomorrow.