Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 11 - Tonight, We Take You

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

This story contains task-based scenarios involving the narrator. All actions are fully consensual, and the narrator (the pledge) willingly agrees to and participates in each task. There is no non-consensual content depicted.

The living room was darker than usual. Not blackout dark, just low lit and charged, like the air before a storm. The guys were already sitting when I got there. Shirtless. Silent. Waiting.

Just five shirtless guys waiting in the living room. Dim lights, bare chests, sweat slicked skin. The couch pushed back. Pillows tossed aside. Jace sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch. Lucas was sprawled across the bean bag like he was posing for a magazine cover. Chase stood in the middle... of course he did, arms crossed, eyes locked on me.

I stepped in barefoot, stripped of everything but my breath.

Chase didn’t waste time. “Task Seven,” he said. “Final night of Hell Week. Most pledges don't get this far.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. Agreeing to every filthy task they had planned for me.

“As part of the tasks, you’ve taken your spanks. You’ve drank from the source,” he said, gaze sharp. “But tonight is your real test.”

His voice dropped lower. “Tonight, you take us all.”

The room pulsed.

“You want to belong? You prove you can serve us. Every guy. Every inch. Every load. No whining. No breaking. Just submission.”

Joshua smirked, arms folded across his chest. “You think you’re ready for the most challenging task yet?”
Brett scoffed. “I don’t think he can take it.”
Jace tilted his head. “Can you, pledge? Do you want to belong?”

“Yes, Jace,” I said, voice trembling.

He smirked. “Will you please us tonight? Or will you disappoint us?”

I looked up at all of them. “Yes, Sir. I will please you all.”

Chase took a step forward, and when he spoke, it echoed like an oath. “One more question... Who owns your hole?”

Silence.

Then Lucas answered for me, low and final. “We do. Tonight.”
Brett ran a hand through his hair, laughing. “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” He stepped forward, grabbed my jaw. “On the floor. On all fours. Let your roomates use you tonight… and tomorrow, you belong.”

I stripped slowly. The room watched.

By the time I dropped to my knees, then my hands, my body was already burning. Face down, ass up, bare and trembling on the living room rug while five frat bros loomed above me. One by one, they stepped in.

“To make it easy on you,” Chase said, “we’re starting with your favorite.”

I blinked. Breath caught.

“ Jace gets to pop your cherry.”

Jace walked up behind me, cock already hard in his hand. What they didn’t know. what none of them knew was that Jace had already taken me. Last night. In his room. He was rough, greedy, shameless. Whispered things in my ear that still echoed.

But here? In front of them?

He just smirked. “Can’t wait to see how that hole feels, pledge,” Jace said, lining himself up. “Bet it’s tight.”

Then he pushed in.

I gasped into the rug.

“As I expected,” Jace muttered under his breath.

I giggled.

Chase stepped forward. “Is this funny to you, pledge?”

I froze. “No, Sir.”

He grabbed my hair, lifted my face. “Good. Because your mouth’s not staying empty tonight.”

His cock nudged my lips. I opened. Then I was choking, spit pooling, jaw stretched, head held steady by Chase as he fucked my throat. Jace was already slamming into me from behind, balls smacking against my ass.

I was being used on both ends. Filled. Owned. And I loved it.
Wet sounds echoed off the walls. My hips bucked instinctively, but they held me in place. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was theirs.

Jace picked up the pace, breathing rough. Chase stuffed himself deeper into my throat, grunting as I gawk gawked around his cock.

Then Lucas stood. He walked over slowly, cock swinging, tattoos visible under the soft living room lights. His usual smirk in place. “Lemme feel that pretty mouth on my cock,” Lucas said, voice soft, almost amused. “You love sucking cock, don’t you, pledge?”

Chase pulled out and stepped aside. Lucas took his place.

I opened wide.

Lucas grabbed the back of my head and slid in.

“Goddamn,” he whispered. “You do love this, huh?”
Behind me, Jace groaned. “He’s squeezing. Fuck.”

And then Brett came forward. “Let me show you how it’s done,” he said, stroking himself, standing behind Jace as Jace pulled out, glistening. “Some real guidance.”

He grabbed my hips and pushed in, big hands holding me down like I’d float away otherwise. His cock was bigger than I expected, thicker, rougher. I cried out around Lucas’s cock, but didn’t pull away.

“God, look at him,” Joshua muttered from the side, jerking himself slowly, eyes locked on me. “He’s fucking perfect.”

Lucas face fucked me harder now, like he was testing my limit. I could barely breathe.

Brett pounded me, sweat dripping from his abs, muttering something under his breath about how tight I was.

It didn’t take long. “Shit....I’m gonna....” Brett gasped.

And then I felt it. Hot cum deep inside me. He moaned and pulled out, leaving me open, dripping.

“Looks like Brett couldn’t hold back,” Jace teased, leaning on the couch.

Lucas pulled out too, rubbing his cock against my face. “Messy boy.”

I collapsed for a second, trembling, panting, still hard.

Then I heard Joshua’s voice. “Doubt I’ll last either,” he muttered. “But I need to feel that tight hole now.”

And he stepped forward.


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