Frat Games: The House Plaything | Bonus Scene: Secret Bond with Lucas

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.

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.

Bonus Scene - My Secret Bond with Lucas

I woke up wet.

Not in the dreamy, sexy way. Actually wet. Mattress damp, underwear soaked through, cold against my thighs. For a second, I thought I pissed myself, until I sat up and saw Lucas standing over me with an empty water bottle in his hand.

He was shirtless, of course. Crop top bunched around his neck like he’d half taken it off and gotten distracted. His loose joggers hung low on his hips, and his smirk was already cocked like a loaded gun.

“Oops,” he said. “Thought that was my bed.”

It wasn’t. We all knew whose bunk was whose. I blinked, still groggy, still trying to adjust. My briefs were clinging to me like a second skin, wet and see-through, and Lucas’s eyes didn’t exactly look apologetic.

“You looked warm,” he added, biting the inside of his cheek. “Figured you needed cooling down.”

I didn’t say anything. Just looked at him. At the way his long hair was messily tied back. At the casual way he let his eyes wander over me, like he was already halfway into whatever idea he had brewing.


Then he said it. “Guess you’ll have to get out of those now.”

I paused. “My underwear?”

He gave the tiniest shrug, stepping back just enough to lean against the bunk’s ladder. “I mean… unless you like sleeping in soggy ass.”

I hesitated. The air was weird. Too quiet. The other guys were out or passed out. We were alone. Lucas had that look in his eyes again, the one he always had when he was pretending something wasn’t a big deal. Like wearing a crop top to morning drills. Or saying hazing was performance art. Or calling me “pretty boy” during push-ups.

I stood up slowly, peeled my briefs down my legs. They were dripping. Cold. Embarrassing.

Lucas watched the whole time.

I tried to cover myself out of habit.
He rolled his eyes. “Relax,” he muttered. “You act like I haven’t seen a cock before.”

I swallowed, standing there without my underwear. He didn’t make a move, not yet. Just stayed where he was, eyes flickering between my chest, my waist, my thighs.

Then he motioned toward the mattress. “Sit.”

I sat.

He came closer, knelt between my legs like it was nothing. No build-up. No warm-up. Just Lucas on the floor, glancing up at me like he was deciding if he even wanted to do what he was clearly about to do.

Then, with one hand, he reached forward and ran his fingers up my thigh. Casual. Soft. “Shame,” he murmured. “You're kinda cute like this.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t meant to hold.

“ Lucas.....” I started.

“Shh.” He pressed two fingers to my lips. “It’s not anything. It’s just a test. A secret one.”

I nodded.

Lucas’s smirk deepened. “Good boy.”

And then he leaned in.

His mouth was warm. Soft. Surprising. He took the head of my cock between his lips like he’d done it a hundred times before and maybe he had, with who knows who. Lucas was always talking about pussy, always bragging, always loud. But now, in this quiet dark room, he sucked me down like it wasn’t his first time. Like he wanted it.

I moaned before I could stop myself.

“Quiet,” he warned, pulling off with a wet pop. “You want the others to hear?”

“No...sorry...”

“Didn’t say stop.” His hand curled around the base of my cock. “Did I?”

I shook my head.

He went back down. His hair brushed my stomach. His tongue curled under the shaft. He hollowed his cheeks and let spit drip down, his crop top dangling just barely above his chest.

I reached out without thinking, touched his shoulder. He let me. Let me guide him a little, gently, as he sucked harder. “Lucas...” I whispered.

He pulled off again. “What did I say about names?”

I blinked. “Right. Sorry. Lucas”

He smirked. “Just enjoy it. Say thank you when you’re done.”

That was all.

He went back, slower this time, teasing me with his tongue. He let his fingers graze my thighs while he sucked, building a rhythm that made my legs shake. I was trying to be quiet...God, I was trying but it felt too good. Too warm, in a fucked-up way.

He cupped my balls. Swirled his tongue. Looked up with those half-lidded, smirking eyes like this was just a late-night snack for him. Like I was the one making it weird.

When I started to get close, I whispered it...like a warning. “Lucas... uh.. .. Lucas. I think I'm going to...."

He kept going. Just gave me a tiny thumbs-up with one hand and locked his lips tighter.

I came hard. My hips jerked, and I gasped, my hand in his hair before I could stop myself.

He didn’t pull off. He swallowed. Slowly. Like he was thinking about the taste. Then he sat back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and grinned. “Guess you passed.”

I was still panting, heart pounding, mind spinning. I felt wrecked. Shaky. Grateful. “Thank you Lucas,” I whispered, voice wrecked.

His smirk twitched. “Don’t say that shit like it means something.”

I didn’t answer. Just looked at him, wide-eyed, my thighs still twitching.

He stood up. Tugged his crop top down over his chest. Looked at me like I was the weird one. “This doesn’t leave this room,” he said.

“Yeah....of course. I won’t...”

“But if you ever wanna, like… do this again or something,” he added casually, scratching his stomach, “my room’s always open.”

I nodded dumbly.

He walked to the door, half turning. “And, pledge?”

“Yeah?”

He grinned again. “Nice cock. Your cum tasted good.”

Then he was gone.

And I was left soaked, spent, and wondering what the hell that had just been.

Part 11 - Tonight, we Take You

Author’s Note: This was a little bonus scene I couldn’t resist slipping in.... something unexpected, a glimpse into Lucas’s secret obsession. I wanted to keep things unpredictable, just like him. Hope you enjoyed the twist.