Boryn Stone
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Fraternity Cumdump
🕑 Added 2023-10-14 01:22:40 +0000 UTCIt was simple hazing for the frat: select a pledge to wear a silver thong each day, and strip them of all other clothes whenever they were in the house. It served to humiliate even the most masculine pledge, and show the rest that none of them were above the brotherhood.
Ivan was the most obvious choice: a football recruit that had already grown a full beard, his body more developed than the rest of the pledge class. The g-string wrapped his thick hirsute body well, tightly cutting into his plump flesh and pronouncing his fat peach. The silver material shined on full display everytime he was in the house or changing in the team locker room. It even occasionally made a special appearance whenever his shirts rode up on him.
Ivan thought he wouldn't mind- he was used to having his body exposed to the other men on the team with a variety of physiques and varying states of undress. Yet, something about this was different. The way the seam slipped over his hole made his skin crawl with arousal, and he constantly felt himself breaking out in sweat in the middle of his classes.
Ivan was in constant heat. Every time the string grazed his rim he felt another drop of precum elicited from his cock, soaking into the piece. By the middle of the day, he couldn't ignore the damp spot growing in the front of his shorts. He was able to pad it with toilet paper during class, but he was useless trying to hide it in the frat house.
It didn't take long until Ivan started enjoying the sensation, his mind buzzing with hormones. He'd absentmindedly move his hand to his rear, gripping the fat flesh, trying to relieve the itch. The constant action only seemed to make the sensation more present, his fingers beginning to dig deeper and deeper each time they went back. It didn't take long until they were pulling at the string, relishing in the shock he got when it snapped back into place.
Ivan began loving the way his ass rubbed the string further into his crack as he walked, rendering him helpless to stop the leaking of precum from his member. He'd started using his fingers to toy directly with his hole, licking them with spit before sliding them just a little in. He couldn't stop.
The brotherhood began taking notice of this. Ivan was primed.
When initiation night rolled around, Ivan was missing from the group. The pledges were each given a capsule to swallow, and one by one, they were taken to see what happened to him. Each pledge was brought into the room where Ivan was tied up and bent over a table, his hole leaking with the loads of the rest of the brothers. By this time the pledge's cock would be rock-hard from the pill, their arousal overriding any rational thought.
In moments the pledges would be between Ivan's legs, their rod sunk deep into their classmate's hole, Ivan's rear too worn out to stop it. Not that he wanted to. By this point his mind was already gone having taken the rest of the fraternity's cocks, his hungry hole forcing him to be complacent for all of them. He wouldn't even be able to process that he was being fucked anymore, his prostate swollen and bruised leaving him permanently disposed for the rest of the night.
Ivan would be the brotherhood's cumdump for the rest of the year, taking load after load, at least, until the next year's pledge class came along. The silver thong would be handed down to its next member, but Ivan's habits didn't change. Once you were the fraternity cumdump, you were always a cumdump.
