Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 9 - Task #6 : One Pledge (Continued)

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.

Part 9 – You’ve Earned Our Cock

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.”

He pulled out of my mouth and both of them stood over me, cocks twitching. I stared up, like a desperate slut, lips parted, throat open, completely ruined. I didn’t even have to ask. I just opened wide and waited.

Chase came first.

“Ahhh..fuck...here you go, pledge.”

"You've earned it"

His load hit my lips, my tongue, my face...hot, thick, fast. The first spill splattered across my nose, the next smeared across my cheek.

Joshua followed instantly. He groaned low in his throat as he shot across my face, warm streaks splattering next to Chase’s. My entire face was painted. Dripping. Sticky. Eyes half-shut.

I felt it slide down toward my mouth.

Chase leaned in and dragged his finger through the mess, then brought it to my lips.

“Lick it,” he said.

I did.

He smirked and stepped back.

All eyes turned to Jace.

He was still lounging on the couch, arms stretched wide across the backrest, his cock standing hard and ready.

I didn’t even wait for permission. I dropped to all fours and crawled toward him.

Laughter broke out around the room. “Look at him,” Joshua said. “Crawling like a fucking dog.” “Didn’t even wait for an order,” Lucas added.

“Damn,” Brett said, chuckling. “This one’s committed.”

I reached Jace and sat between his legs, my face still wet with cum. I looked up. His eyes gleamed. “Come on, my throat goat,” he said, voice casual, cocky. “Show them why you like my cock the best.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I sank down onto him, slow but deep. I remembered his size. His shape. The curve of his cock against my tongue. I moaned the second I felt him against the back of my throat.

He groaned, one hand settling lightly on the back of my head. “There you go. Just like that. You know how to worship it.”

I did. And I showed it.

I bobbed slowly at first, then faster, then deeper, taking him down until he disappeared into my throat. I let myself drool, spit pooling at the base of his cock. I let myself gag softly and kept going.

“Fuck. He’s giving you special treatment,” Brett said, watching from the couch.

“Jace always gets the best,” Joshua muttered. “Look at him, he’s not even trying.”

Jace didn’t have to.

He just let me work for it. But when he was close, when his breathing got heavier and his thighs tensed, he grabbed my head with both hands and forced me down.

He held me there.

He shoved his cock deep, then deeper, then deeper still.

And when he came, he didn’t pull out.

He unloaded straight into my throat, his cock pulsing as he groaned, filling me so full I almost choked. He didn’t let me move. Didn’t let me breathe. Just held me there until he unloaded every single drop of cum into my throat.

Like a good pledge, I swallowed every drop.

He finally let go.

I pulled back with a gasp, collapsing against his thigh. The room was silent for half a second. Then Lucas laughed. “This has to be the best pledge we’ve gotten in years.”

Chase shook his head. “Not yet.”

He looked down at me, then over at the others. “Let’s see how his hole accepts our cocks tomorrow. Final challenge of Hell Week.”

They all grinned.

I was still swallowing Jace’s load when he leaned in close. His hand brushed the back of my neck.

He whispered in my ear. “You really think I’m gonna let them fuck you first?”

A pause.

“My room. Tonight. I want to be the first one to stretch that hole.”


My body froze, every nerve lit up.

I couldn’t speak... only nod, obedient and aching.

He had me, completely.


Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 10 - Knocking on Jace's Door