Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 8 - Task #6 : Five Guys. One Pledge.

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 8 - Five Guys. One Mouth.

Yesterday, they made me drink from the Brew. Today, I was told I’d earn it straight from the source.

“You’re not here to party, pledge,” Chase had said. “You’re here to serve.”

I was on my knees in the center of the room, surrounded. Five guys, shirtless, sweating, towering. The same couch from yesterday loomed behind me, now occupied by Lucas and Brett, legs spread, cocks hard and glistening. Chase leaned against the wall, his jeans already open, abs flexing each time he stroked himself lazily. Joshua stood nearby, sipping from a bottle of water like he had all the time in the world, his thick length bobbing with every breath. And Jace....Jace was behind me, already smirking like he owned the moment. Like he owned me. Maybe he already did.

I wasn’t sure where to start.

But they made the choice for me.

“Let’s see how good your mouth really is,” Brett said, kicking his sweat-slicked foot toward me. “Pick one, pledge. You’ve got five hungry guys. Don’t make us wait.”

Before I could respond, Lucas snapped his fingers and pointed to his lap. “Here. Warm me up.”

I crawled over, hands trembling slightly, and wrapped my lips around the base of his cock. He was already thick, warm, pulsing—his taste hit me instantly, slightly salty with the clean tang of sweat and skin. He grunted, resting his arm behind the couch as I bobbed slowly, finding rhythm.

“Fuck, you moan prettier than half my hookups, pledge,” Lucas said, hips starting to move. “Don’t stop. Right there.”

But I didn’t get to stay long.

Brett tugged my arm. “Share, Lucas. It’s my turn.”

He yanked me toward him by my hair, pulling me off balance. In one swift motion, I was dragged sideways onto his lap.

His cock slapped against my cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum that made the guys holler.

“Here you go, pledge,” Brett grinned, hand fisting in my hair. “I know you like sweaty balls"

I opened my mouth wide and took him in, letting my tongue curl around the underside as I bobbed slow, deep. The couch creaked beneath us. The room was filled with the sound of wet sloppy dicks, the slap of skin, the sharp inhale Brett made when I gagged slightly.

Joshua laughed from across the room. “Goddamn. This toy’s got skills.”

Chase stepped forward, stroking himself. “We’ll see how long that jaw holds up.”

Just then, Jace walked behind me, grabbed my hips, and pulled me back slightly, forcing me to arch. “Head up, toy. Don’t get lazy... Put on a show for us."

I obeyed, eyes blurry, mouth full of Brett’s cock, while Jace leaned close and whispered in my ear.

“You already know how I taste,” he murmured. “Come on. Come taste your favorite cock.”

“Jace is gonna move you into his room,” Joshua snorted. “Make you his personal throat goat.”

“I just might,” Jace said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t you love that, pledge?”

“Oh, Troy would love that,” Lucas called out. “Right, toy? Want to be Jace’s little cocksleeve?”

I couldn’t speak. My mouth was too full. But the way I moaned and pressed deeper into Brett’s lap said enough.

“Fuck. He’s shaking,” Brett said. “I think he’s begging without saying a word.”

Chase knelt in front of me, cock now fully hard in his grip. “Don’t ignore your president, pledge. This one’s earned your attention.”

Brett let me go, and I was immediately dragged forward between Chase’s legs. His cock slapped against my tongue, thick and slightly curved, precum already smeared across the tip. I took him in slowly, feeling his hand settle behind my head.

“Good boy,” Chase muttered. “Yeah. Take it like that. You suck like a pornstar.”

Behind me, Lucas groaned, stroking himself as he watched. “He’s a fucking natural.”

Joshua stepped in next, crouching beside Chase, his own cock twitching with need. “Beg me, pledge,” he said, voice low and hungry. “Make it sound sweet.”

I gasped around Chase’s length, eyes flicking up to Joshua’s, then back down. My lips were sore, spit dripping down my chin. I reached for him.

“Please… Joshua… I need it. Please let me suck you.”

The room exploded in cheers and filthy laughter.

“Damn,” Brett muttered. “That was hot as fuck. He really is a pornstar.”

Joshua didn’t make me wait. He slid his cock into my mouth without warning, pushing past my lips until I choked. He held me there, not cruel but firm, groaning as my throat flexed.

“Keep it open, pledge,” he murmured. “Every inch.”

It became a rhythm...one guy's cock leaving my mouth, another replacing it. I was passed from lap to lap, hand to hand, voice to voice. They stroked themselves above me when they weren’t buried inside, each daring the other to go deeper, to make me moan louder, to make me break.

“Damn. Look at him,” Lucas muttered. “Drooling like he lives on cock.”

Chase chuckled. “He might after tonight.”

At one point, Jace pulled me back onto his lap, guiding me down onto his thick length like I was made for it. “Breathe through your nose,” he said, hand stroking my cheek as his cock slid deeper into my throat. “Just like that. There you go.”

He didn’t fuck my face, he let me do the work, slow and steady, like I had to earn his load with every bob. My jaw ached. My knees burned. But I didn’t stop.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Jace whispered, his grip tightening. “Tell them. Tell us how much you want it.”

I pulled off just long enough to gasp, “I want to make you all cum. Please… please let me taste it.”

Joshua whistled. “Shit. He’s serious.”

Lucas added, “If he sucks this good, imagine how he’ll be when we finally fuck him.”

The room was chaos. Frat boy energy pulsing in every corner...sweat, moans, jeers, teasing. I was the center of it all. One cock to the next. Spit slicking my lips, my chin. My tongue was raw. My throat sore. But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when they looked at me like that. Not when they wanted me this badly.

I was just wrapping my lips around Chase again when Brett stood, stroking himself fast now. “Shit...I’m gonna…”

He stepped forward, cock aimed straight for me, and I opened wide as the first spurt landed on my tongue. Warm, thick, sharp. He groaned, hips twitching as he emptied across my mouth and cheek.

Lucas was next. He didn’t even warn me. Just pulled me down and spilled in a sudden rush, letting it paint the inside of my throat. “Don’t spill a drop, pledge.”

When he finished, I licked my lips and looked up through wet lashes, breath heaving. Lucas and Brett fell back onto the couch, spent and grinning, arms slung lazily over the backrest like they were watching a halftime show.

Chase smirked and stepped forward again, his cock still slick and hard. “You gotta really work for us now, pledge,” he said, giving it a stroke. “Lucas and Brett are weak. They cum so fast.”

Laughter echoed around the room.

“Three left,” Joshua said, voice rough, gaze dark. “And we’re not gonna make it easy.”

Jace stepped forward and rested a hand on my shoulder, cock hanging heavy just inches from my lips. “Let’s see how much your throat can really take.”

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