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Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 13 - The Leaders
🕑 Added 2025-06-08 13:26:36 +0000 UTCAll 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.
Part 13 - I Took My Last Two Roommates at Once
Jace’s cock was already deep inside me, spreading me open all over again. His rhythm rough, impatient, like he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands were locked around my waist, and every thrust shoved my body forward onto Chase’s cock, thick and waiting in my mouth.
“God, look at him,” Brett muttered lazily from the couch. “Didn’t think he’d last this far.”
“He’s not just lasting,” Joshua added with a low laugh. “He’s begging for more.”
And they weren’t wrong.
I was on all fours, panting through my nose, spit stringing from my lips. Jace was wrecking my ass, Chase was groaning as I sucked him, and I could still feel the heat of Joshua’s cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs in slow, sticky trails.
Every part of me was being used. My mouth. My hole. My hands had clawed into the carpet, trying to hold on as Jace’s thrusts got harder.
“Fuck, Jace,” Chase grunted, cock twitching in my throat. “You’re bouncing him onto my dick.”
“Can’t help it,” Jace growled. “His ass is like velvet. Fucking addictive.”
Chase pulled out with a gasp, letting me breathe for a second. My chin was soaked, my lips raw and swollen. My eyes rolled back for a moment before I locked back onto his. “You want to finish us off?” Chase asked, voice low, thick with hunger. “Want to be our good little pledge?”
“Yes, Chase,” I whispered, dazed and needy.
He gave me a crooked grin. “Then suck.”
I opened wide and took him back in. He groaned and rolled his hips, feeding me more. Behind me, Jace started slamming harder. His thrusts were erratic now, desperate. Every time he bottomed out, I felt him grind, grind so deep I saw stars.
He leaned over me, breath hot in my ear. “You know this ass was mine first,” he murmured. “You remember that night? Just me and you? I should’ve kept you to myself…”
I moaned. The memory hit hard, him fucking me in secret, claiming me in the dark. But this wasn’t secret anymore. I was theirs. All of theirs.
“You close?” Chase asked, his voice low, breath hot against my cheek.
“Fucking close,” Jace hissed. “I’m gonna...fuck...I’m gonna cum…”
But he didn’t slow down.
If anything, he started fucking harder. Rougher. Like the pressure in his balls had made him feral. His hips snapped forward again and again, his abs slapping my cheeks. Every thrust knocked me forward onto Chase’s cock, still slick with spit. I gagged, moaned, drooled and Jace just laughed.
“Ah, fuck. Ah...fuu..fuck!” he groaned.
Thwack. Thwack. The wet slap of his balls echoed off my thighs. He spanked me once....loud, sharp and I moaned around Chase, squeezing the base of his shaft.
“There we go…” Jace grunted. “I can feel it. Fuck. This hole was made to drain my cock.”
Chase smirked, looking down at me. “Looks like Jace is about to lose it.”
Jace growled. “Move.”
Suddenly, he pulled out, cock flushed, dripping, twitching. His hand shot out, gripped my hair, and he shoved around to my front.
“I wanna feed it to him,” he panted. “This mouth’s earned it.”
"Awww. That's so romantic", Lucas giggled from the couch.
Chase stepped back without a word. Took a deep breath and positioned himself behind me.
Jace knelt in front of me, towering even from that angle, his cock inches from my lips, shining and throbbing. “Pledge,” he ordered, voice sharp. “Wrap your mouth around it. Now. And if you spill a single drop....”
He smirked, eyes glowing. “....you don’t get accepted.”
My lips parted instantly.
I took him in deep...one breath, no hesitation and clamped my lips tight around the head of his cock, just as the first hot shot burst onto my tongue.
“Ffffuck,” Jace choked, grabbing the back of my head. “Drink it, you slut. That’s your prize…”
My throat moved instinctively.
I didn’t stop. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even breathe. I held him deep, swallowing as he came, pulse after pulse, his fingers trembling against my scalp. His cock twitched with every groan, and I stayed locked around it, suckling every drop until he whimpered.
Behind me, I felt it.
The head of Chase’s cock, broad and heavy, pressing against my messy, stretched hole. My body was still wet, slick with spit, sweat, and cum and it welcomed him with a filthy squelch as he pushed inside.
I moaned around Jace’s cock, gagging slightly as I instinctively sucked harder.
“Fuck,” Chase growled from behind. “I didn’t even get a full stroke in and he’s already moaning on your cock, Jace.”
Jace laughed weakly, spent but amused. “Desperate slut. I already came and he still wants more of my cock.”
I looked up, eyes watering, cheeks flushed, and he slowly pulled out. His cock shined with spit and cum, glistening.
“Look at that,” he said, showing the shaft to Chase. “Fully clean. Our pledge is a fuckin’ cum vacuum.”
Chase didn’t laugh.
He gripped my hips tight, real tight and slammed in deep.
“Let’s finish this.”
He wasn’t gentle. He was the President. The leader. The one who made the rules. The one who delivered the final load. His rhythm was brutal, precise. Each thrust was a statement. A command. A reminder of who I now belonged to.
“You’ve taken every guy,” he said, between thrusts. “But mine....mine’s the one that seals it.”
His hands curled around my waist, strong and sure. His cock stretched me wide, his pace relentless.
“I should’ve fucked you first,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Should’ve made you crawl across the floor that first night and beg for the President’s load…”
I whimpered.
But Chase just fucked harder. “You hear that?” he growled. “That’s the sound of your ass getting baptized.” His balls slapped against me, each impact louder than the last.
I couldn’t form a single thought. I was bent in half, ass filled, face buried into the floor cushion, mouth open and drooling. My knees were trembling. My arms gave out. I collapsed onto my elbows, chest pressed into the carpet, ass high, hole wide open as Chase drilled into me.
Behind me, the three guys watched from the couch.
Spent. Sweaty. Panting.
Lucas whistled. “Look at our little cum bucket. Fuckin’ cock drunk.”
Joshua laughed. “Think he’ll even remember this tomorrow?”
Brett smirked. “Doubt it. His brain’s leaking out with our loads.”
I would’ve responded, if I could speak.
But all I could do was moan, claw the carpet, and take it.
“Fuck,” Chase hissed, grabbing my shoulders. “This hole’s perfect…” He started pounding faster. Louder. The wet slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the house.
Jace walked around and crouched beside my face. His voice was lower now. “You still with us, pledge?”
I nodded slowly.
He leaned in, brushing hair from my sweat-soaked forehead. “You’re doing so good. Almost there.”
Behind me, Chase grunted. “I’m close.” His thrusts got sloppier. Deeper.
“No running now,” he warned. “You wanted to serve us…”
He pulled me back onto his cock, grinding in deep. “…then you take every last fucking drop.”
I arched my back, moaning as he slammed in one last time.
And then he came.
Hard.
“Ah—fuck—” he grunted, fingers bruising my hips. “Take it. Take my load. Take the fucking load....”
I moaned into the floor as he emptied himself inside me.
It was thick. Hot. Endless. His cock twitched over and over, filling me so deep I felt it in my gut.
And then silence.
Heavy breathing.
Sweat.
Laughter.
Cum dripping down my thighs.
Jace stood and offered his hand. I stayed where I was.
I couldn’t move. I was wrecked. Leaking. Shaking.
On my knees. Five loads inside me.
One in my mouth. One on my tongue. Two buried deep. One still dripping from my hole.
I didn’t feel humiliated. I felt chosen.
I looked up, blinking sweat from my lashes.
Chase adjusted his shirt and zipped up. He crouched next to me, lifting my chin. “The guys will meet tomorrow,” he said. “To discuss your performance.”
He smirked.
“But I think you already know how that vote’s gonna go…”
Joshua called from the couch. “Unless anyone objects to keeping the best fucktoy
we’ve ever had...”
Lucas laughed. “Yeah, we’d be fucking stupid to let him go.”
Brett grinned. “I vote ‘yes’…with my dick.”
Jace looked down at me, smiling. “Sleep well tonight, pledge. You earned it.”
Chase stood and headed to the kitchen. “And don’t forget to clean up. Wouldn’t want the couch to stick tomorrow.”
The others laughed, tossing pillows at me as they walked past.
I stayed there for a long moment.
Sweaty.
Sticky.
Used.
And smiling.
Because tonight…I wasn’t just a pledge anymore.
I was their.
Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 14 - Acceptance Ceremony (Finale)
Comments
Troy
We'll find out soon.
J
Wow those two were brutal Troy definitely earned his place in the brotherhood and I hope they vote that way of course it sounds like it’s up to Jace and Chase the other 3 already voted yes.
Troy
I personally agree. I wonder what the brothers think ;)
robert
Troy proved himself
Troy
Thanks man!
Michael
Wow. What a finisher. I don’t know what the frat bros will choose. But I think Troy should be accepted into the house.
