Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2020 12:38:55 -0400 From: Elliott Patterson Subject: On Call Slut for the Frat Bro chapter 4 This story is an original work of fiction. It should not be reposted or reproduced in whole or in part without the author's consent. This story is meant to be entertainment for consenting adult readers and not meant for anyone who is offended by aggressive/kinky gay sex. If you do not enjoy this type of material, or if it is illegal in your country or place of residence, please stop reading immediately. Thank you all again for the many kind emails and words of support. Comments and suggestions are highly appreciated, and can be sent to: elliottpatterson02@gmail.com And if you are able, please consider making a gift to the Nifty Archive: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ==ON CALL SLUT FOR THE FRAT BRO== PREVIOUSLY: There was Jake Thorn, the frat president, king stud, standing in the door. A shit-eating grin spread across his face. Clapping like he'd won the lottery. I panicked. Shit. I'd ruined Carson's life. I'd ruined my life. I was about to get the shit kicked out of me. Then Carson stood up, walked over to Jake, his hard dick still wet with cum, and with a huge "BRO!" gave him that handshake-hug combo straight guys always do, both of them smiling at each other. Jake looked down at me, hunger in his eyes. "So, little bro, this is the bitch you were telling me about." CHAPTER 4: Sharing Between Brothers Carson laughed and looked down at me. "Yup, just got done breaking in his ass. Fucking tight, dude!" "Nice," Jake replied. "Looks like it did the job." He gestured at Carson's cum-covered cock. "Yup!" Carson walked over and grabbed me under the armpits, pulling me up onto my knees and shoved his softening dick into my mouth. "Clean me up, bitch." Unceremoniously, another first: ass-to-mouth. I did my best at sucking the cum and lube off Carson's cock. It was still full but slowly deflating. I loved the taste of his nut, of course, but the lube and ass tastes grossed me out. But I knew not to show that, and eagerly slurped on Carson's dick and balls until he pushed me away, silently thankful that I'd done a good job cleaning myself out. He and Jake sat down on the couch and began to shoot the shit like I wasn't there, Carson still in his birthday suit. "Why you back already, bro?" Carson asked. "I thought you were at Jenny's parents'?" "Fuck, man. I was but we fought all week. Her parents are so uptight, we couldn't even sleep in the same room. I tried to get some action from her last night in the basement but I was being 'too loud'." Jake used air quotes and gave an exaggerated eye roll. He'd grabbed a piece of pizza and chomped away as he continued. "So I left early. She's pissed but she'll get over it." "Sucks, man," Carson offered. Jake shrugged, then looked over at me. I was on my knees, observing them. This seemed like a private moment, but Carson hadn't given me any indication I had permission to leave. I suppose I should describe Jake Thorn. When you imagine the captain of a lacrosse team, you're probably imagining a hot, preppy, entitled asshole. You wouldn't be wrong. A bit taller than Carson, probably 6'3" , but wirier, with long limbs and wavy dark brown hair, Jake wore a green polo shirt, a fleece Patagonia vest, and dark jeans with a tasty-looking bulge. At his collar, a thatch of chest hair poked out. I thought Carson had the perfect jawline, but Jake's was almost too sharp, like Superman, leading to a prominent chin. He sported a few days of dark scruff on his face, his piercing blue eyes looking right through me. Then he glanced down at the floor, and laughed. "Conway, your fag splooged on your floor!" We all looked at the carpet. Sure enough, there was a not-insignificant puddle of my cum. Carson jumped off the couch and grabbed me again by the head, pushing my face down into the carpet. "Bitch, I thought I told you to clean this room. Lick up your mess, you dumb fucking faggot!" He'd forced me right into the puddle, so I did my best to lick up the cum that wasn't now on my face. As I slurped up my own cooling load my tongue also picked up bits of carpet and dirt, but I didn't dare let my face show how truly disgusted I was. Whenever I thought I'd stooped low enough, Carson managed to find a new level of humiliation for me. As I cleaned the floor, Carson and Jake continued to chat as though I didn't exist. They talked about football, Carson's impending hockey season, the new pledge class, a party they'd had the weekend before. All the while, I tried to clean my cum from the maroon pile of Carson's rug. Finally, I could see no more cum, only a large wet spot where I'd licked it all up. My tongue felt like sandpaper, and my knees had rug burn from kneeling for so long. "How's the training going?" Jake asked. Carson glanced over at me and smirked. "Gettin' there. He's eager and pretty obedient. Great throat. I put the faggot through its paces today but nothing *too* crazy. You caught the tail end a pretty mild fuck I threw him. Had to take his ass for a test drive." To hear Carson describe the assault on my ass as mild and the humiliation he'd put me through as " nothing too crazy" worried me, but also caused my cock to stir. The way he talked about me as an object was humiliating but also, somehow, a huge turn-on. "It's a process," Jake said, giving me a dark look. It occurred to me then that Carson's experience using faggots wasn't self-taught, that his more senior frat bro may have shown him a thing or two. "You wanna borrow him for a bit?" Carson asked. My glance snapped to his face. He didn't even look at me. "I've already nutted three times today, and I've got some work to do on a stats project." Jake looked me up and down, like he was considering what to order for lunch rather than whether to take control over another human being. "Sure, man." He shrugged, standing up. "I can train your faggot for a bit. Have it clean up and come to my room. I gotta unpack my car." "You got it bro," Carson said. They bumped fists and Jake strode out of the room. Carson, still naked, walked over to me and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head back. I instinctively opened my mouth and he spit right into it. "Jake's my Big. You do whatever he says. Saying no to him is the same as saying no to me. Maybe worse. Don't fucking embarrass me." He let me go, walked over to his closet, and threw a towel at me. "Shower quickly and then head upstairs." Carson said as he pulled on a clean pair of basketball shorts and sat at his desk. " I doubt you'll need your clothes. I've got shit to do." I started to walk out of the room. "Oh, and faggot?" Carson swiveled around in his desk chair. "Yes sir?" "Have fun," he said with an evil wink. *** I hurried down the hall into the bathroom I'd found Carson on the toilet in earlier. The shower was as grimy as you'd expect, but at least it had a bottle of body wash in it. As I waited for the water to heat up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Holy shit, did I look a mess. Dried cum and spit were caked on my face. My lips were swollen and one side of my face was red from rug burn. I turned around and saw, for the first time, just how red my ass actually was, and this was hours after my paddling. I wiped a curious finger across my asshole and found it puffy and slightly gaping. I sat on the toilet and pushed out Carson's load. It was, as you'd expect, enormous. He had done me good. The shower felt amazing, but I couldn't linger. Jake was waiting, and if as I suspected Carson had learned how to dominate from him, he wouldn't want to be kept waiting long. I toweled off and fixed my hair, then padded naked up to Jake's room. His door was closed, so I knocked lightly. There was no answer, so I knocked again. The door burst open and suddenly Jake was towering over me, leaning against the door frame, smirking. "Welcome, faggot." Jake's voice was deeper than Carson's, which still betrayed the surfer-ish tinge of his California upbringing. Jake's was more baritone, deep and commanding. When he spoke, you listened. He turned and walked back into the room to continue what he was doing, which seemed to be unpacking a duffle bag. I stood in the doorway, naked and scared, as he neatly put away folded clothes and hung up dress shirts. He finished emptying the weekender and slid it under his king-sized bed. When it came to cleanliness at least, he and Carson couldn't have been more different. From a bottle on the dresser he poured a couple of fingers of Scotch into a tumbler and sat in a leather armchair, his feet up on a matching ottoman. He took a swig of his drink and balanced it on the armrest, reaching onto his desk to grab a MacBook. These guys had a thing for keeping you waiting. Jake typed briefly, then looked up at me over the screen. "Close the door, queer," he said. "I've got some frat business to take care of before I can give you what minimal attention you deserve. Why don't you give me a foot rub for now? I just drove 3 hours." With that, he kicked off his Sperrys. I closed his bedroom door, walked over to the ottoman and reached for his feet. Before I could even touch them, his right foot came up and kicked me in the side of the face. I winced. "Don't you have something to ask me, shitforbrains?" Huh? Hadn't he just ordered me to rub his feet? I stuttered. "Uhhhh...?" Jake sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "Christ, has Conway taught you nothing? Ask permission to touch my feet, dumbass." "I'm so sorry sir," I said. "Please can I rub your feet?" He looked nonplussed. "Please Master Jake," I tried to add more enthusiasm. "Please can I worship your beautiful alpha feet? For a second I thought he'd make me go further, but he just gave a small nod and went back to his screen. I reached for Jake's feet, taking each one in a hand and rubbing them just below the ball. His feet were huge, with long toes and dark hair running along the top. They were also sweaty, I began to realize, and stunk terribly. I'd never given a foot rub, but I thought it would be better to focus on one foot at a time, so I took his right foot in both hands and began to massage it, using my thumbs to dig deep into his soles. I spent a few minutes on his right foot, then switched to his left, doing my best despite not really having any idea whether it was good or not. At one point I thought I heard a small sigh escape Jake's lips, so I kept at it. "Suck my toes," he said suddenly, wiggling the toes in his right foot. I lowered my face down to his foot and gingerly took his big toe in my mouth. The smell was intense, like a combination of sweaty socks and the inside of a leather jacket. It wasn't pleasant, but at least they didn't taste *too* bad. Mostly like sweat, with a bit of a sour aftertaste. I thanked my lucky stars he hadn't been wearing socks--I didn't relish the idea of licking the fluff from between his toes. Jake let me suck his toes at my own pace for a while, typing away at whatever he was working on. Occasionally he would wiggle them in my mouth, but mostly I was left to my own devices. I sucked on his big toes like they were dicks, and let my tongue snake between the others. I tried to get all 5 toes into my mouth at once, and I could tell he liked that because he looked up from his screen and fucked my mouth with them, a small smile playing across his lips as I gagged. Finally, he set the laptop aside, withdrew his feet, and pushed the ottoman away. Holding his feet up, Jake snapped and pointed down at the foot of his chair. "Face up." I laid down on the floor on my back, and his feet came down onto my face. He rested them there, not moving. I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to lick, or massage, or what. You won't be surprised to learn that I was still fully boned. I heard Jake refill his drink and take a sip. He pressed his feet onto my face and leaned down over me. I felt him use his toes to pull at my chin so I opened my mouth wide. He hocked a big loogie and let it fall right onto my tongue. When he withdrew I swallowed, tasting the smokiness of his Scotch, and mumbled "thank you, sir" under his feet. "I see my little bro has begun training you after all," Jake said. "That's good. But I'm not convinced you deserve to be his bitch. You see, faggot, guys like me and Conway, we're alphas. We have certain needs that can only be met by a truly submissive dude. Don't get me wrong, fag--I love my girlfriend. Jenny can be a bitch on wheels, but she's also a fucking dime. Having her on my arm makes all the dudes in those other bitch-ass houses--the TKEs, the Betas, the Pikes, all of them--jealous as fuck. She's got a *tight* little pussy she keeps shaved for me, she gives a perfectly decent beej without complaint, and on my birthday she lets me put it in her ass. But do you think my girl, queen bee of the Kappa Gammas, would let me do any of the shit I'm guessing Conway put you through today? Huh? I can't hear you, bitch?" "No, sir," I said to the bottom of Jake's feet, shaking my head. "No fucking way. That girl's probably gonna be the mother of my children some day. I gotta treat her good. Or at least good enough." Jake seemed to be winding himself up. "But for a man like me, a man like Conway, that won't cut it. Plowing a chick, getting decent dome, that's all well and good, but we also need to *dominate*. We need to know we're the best. You feel me? And there's no better way to know you're the best than to be able to make another dude your absolute fucking bitch." He smacked my cheeks lightly with his feet as he went on. "I'm glad Conway found a new bitch. I used to have one of my own, but he graduated last year. That faggot was well-trained by the time I was through with him, and when Conway rushed Delta I knew he could use a taste. We had some fun doing all sorts of nasty shit with that little queer. But frankly, between frat business, lax, and my thesis, I don't have time to train a new faggot this year. And while I love my little bro, I'm not sure he's exactly...rigorous enough...to get you into the shape we both need you in. So I guess what I want to know, bitch, is how far are you willing to go to serve a Delta stud?" A pregnant moment passed between us, but I knew what to say. "I'll do whatever it takes, sir." The words seemed to flow out of my mouth, no thinking necessary. Jake's speech had me hard, horny, and feeling like I was exactly where I belonged. "I've already told Master Carson," I continued. "I'll do anything to serve him and be his bitch, and I'll do the same for you, sir! Anything!" "We'll see," Jake said darkly, removing his feet from my face and walking into his bathroom. I heard him rummaging around and when he returned, he set down on the ground, standing straight up, a truly enormous butt plug. "Sit on it," he said. My jaw dropped. The plug wasn't terribly long, maybe seven or eight inches, but at its widest it must have been almost equally as thick, before tapering back to a smaller base. I looked up at Jake, fear in my eyes, but he just gave me an expectant look, his arms crossed. "Can I have some lube please, sir?" "No, bitch!" he reached down and slapped me across the face. "The only lube you get is what comes out of your faggot mouth and whatever's left in your faggot pussy. You've got 3 minutes to get that whole thing inside you, or you can fuck right off out of this house forever. Hey Siri, set a timer for 3 minutes." I heard his phone acknowledge the timer but I was already scrambling over to the plug, shoving it in my mouth and trying to get as much of the surface as possible covered in my spit. I hocked up several wads of spit and spread it all around, coating the plug, before I brought it down to my ass and tried shoving it in. I got a few inches in but it was stretching my hole too much, and there wasn't nearly enough lube. "Two minutes, faggot," Jake shook his head. "Not looking good." I pulled the plug back out and realized I'd gotten further than I'd thought. Looking down on it, I knew I'd need more lube than just spit if I had any chance of getting it past the widest point. Not even considering where the plug had just been, I shoved it roughly as deep into my mouth as I possibly could, fucking my own throat with the toy and summoning a river of throat slime. I pulled the plug out and used my hands to spread the slime around. Bringing the plug back to my already-stretched asshole, I pushed as hard as I could and felt it nearly reach the widest point. My sphincter felt like it was going to rip, but I couldn't get enough leverage to force it all the way in. "One minute left." Something clicked in my head and I remembered what Jake had originally said: "Sit on it." As he watched from above, an amused look on his face, I brought the plug to the carpet, positioned myself in a squat over it, and sat down. I felt my hole stretching wider than ever before, an incredibly painful stinging sensation. My eyes were screwed shut, tears streaming down my face as millimeter by millimeter, letting gravity do its work, I slowly lowered down until finally with a loud SLURP I felt the plug fit itself inside me. My hole slowly closed around the base of the plug, my ass hit the carpet, and I heard myself let out a deep groan. I opened my eyes and looked up, breathing heavily. I'd never felt so full in my life. Jake was grinning down at me, and brought his hands together to give a small golf clap. "Not bad, faggot. Resourceful, to use your throat like that. Let this be your first lesson. You gotta be ready to be fucked at any time, and you can't count on a straight dude like me or Conway to remember lube. We're used to that wet-ass pussy." I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. I reached down to try to pull the plug out, but he kicked my hand away. "No, bitch. Leave it in. I'm just getting started." Jake whipped his polo shirt over his head, revealing a hairy chest. He wasn't quite as ripped as Carson, but his lean body seemed somehow manlier. A thick layer of fur blossomed from between his pecs and spread more lightly over the rest of his chest and abs. Even with the hair, a six-pack was visible. Tattooed on his left pec, above his heart, were the Greek letters of Delta. He reached an arm up and sniffed his pit. A look of disgust passed over his face. "Fuck, I stink. Get over here and lick out my pits, bitch." With considerable effort, first rolling onto one side and then tenderly stepping onto one foot and then the other, I was able to stand up with the giant plug inside me. I knew it wasn't going anywhere on its own, but walking, even a few feet, with this encumbrance inside me felt almost impossible. I waddled over to where Jake stood, and looked up at him. "Please sir, can I lick the sweat from your godlike pits?" I asked, looking up into his blue eyes. "Better," he said, reaching his right arm overhead, bicep bulging. I dove in. Jake wasn't kidding: he did smell ripe as fuck. But as I was quickly learning, this was kind of my thing, and I began licking out his pit with relish. My own dick, doubly encouraged by the silicone monster rubbing my prostate and the delicious man scents I was inhaling, began to inflate. After he was satisfied with my tongue job on his right pit, Jake moved me to his left, pressing my face deep into it. Not long after, I felt a hand on my shoulder and fell to my knees. I looked up. "Pants," Jake said. I reached for his belt buckle only to have my hands swatted away. Jake shook his head. I put my hands behind my back and leaned in and took the end of his leather belt between my teeth and slid it out of its loop, pulled back and let it release. I finished the job by pulling the buckle itself over the end of the belt. Then I took my teeth to the button of his fly and, with a bit more difficulty got that open. I pulled the zipper down, and finally pulled his jeans down by one side. He stepped out of them and with his foot flung them across the room. I was left with the nearly naked form of Jake Thorn in only a pair of J.Crew polka-dot boxers, tented obscenely, a patch of precum darkening one spot. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and lusty, and I knew to take the last step. Carefully, I took the waistband in my teeth on one side of his hips and pulled them down as far as I could. I moved to the other side and did the same, and once I'd gotten them down far enough felt a smack against my cheek as his dick released. Jake chuckled, and let his boxers fall to the ground. I looked up and gasped. Later, I would learn that Jake's nickname in the house was Thorn Star, a play on porn star. The brothers of Delta may not be the most clever wordsmiths, but boy did the pun fit. His dick was huge. It may not have been longer than Carson's, but it was easily the thickest dick I'd ever seen, in porn or real life. "Beer can" didn't even begin to do it justice. That thing was a monster. It was also uncircumcised. I'd never seen an uncut dick in the flesh, and Jake's piece, even hard, had a significant foreskin nearly covering his whole head. He reached down and stroked it a few times. I was mesmerized by the motion of his foreskin across the head. Then he pulled his hood all the way back past the head, and I was greeted by the ripest, manliest smell to ever hit my nose. There wasn't any evident smegma, but damn did he smell funky. "Clean it, fag," Jake said. "I just spent 4 days at my girlfriend's parents' place without getting it in once. I couldn't even beat it, except during the drive back." The thought of Jake Thorn stroking this giant tool as he raced down the highway, giving truckers more than a little show, flashed through my mind. As he held his foreskin back, I brought my lips to the underside of his glistening head. Stretching my tongue out, I took a tentative lick. The taste was so intense, like nothing I'd ever experienced: deep and concentrated, like a thousand sweaty jockstraps and cumrags squeezed out and reduced to their very essence. I loved it. I began a full-on knob polishing, licking up, down and around his head, finding the most flavor underneath the ridge. While I worshipped Jake's cock, I brought a hand down and cradled his enormous balls, finding them hanging low like 2 golf balls in a sock. I rolled them around in my hand as I took the head of this godlike cock in my mouth, and began to suck him in earnest. Jake groaned softly above me, and whether my mouth was that good or he was just happy to get some attention, I didn't care. I was in heaven, bobbing up and down on the first few inches of it. He let his foreskin go, and I felt it slide back over the head on an upstroke. I stuck my tongue between his head and the skin and swirled it around like a lollipop, loving the feeling of my tongue stuck between the 2 layers of skin. I was so enraptured by Jake's stick I barely noticed the constant pain in my ass. After a few minutes of working as much of his dick as I could, Jake took control. I felt both his hands envelop the back of my head and begin to push up and, increasingly, down. Anticipating what was to come, I took in one last big breath around his cock as best I could and tried to relax my throat. Slowly, slowly, he forced his big dick past my tonsils and into my throat. I don't know if it was the many warm-ups Carson had given me all day, or if my body had just given up resisting, but when I next opened my eyes, they were in the thick nest of Jake's dark pubes. Don't get me wrong, my face was a mess. I could barely breathe, drool was sliding down my chin, and my hands were waving at my sides like crazy. But when I turned my gaze up, I could barely see past Jake's rigid chest to his face, where with a look of intense concentration he was pursing his lips in something like triumph. "Okay," he said. "I guess I can see what Conway sees in you, faggot." With that, he pulled his dick out of my throat in one long stroke. I took in a humongous breath and then began hacking up a lung, hunched over on the floor. I heard Jake walk into the bathroom again and rummage around. When I looked up, he'd returned with a flesh-colored, lifelike dildo and a small brown bottle. He smiled and shook the dildo at me. "Look familiar?" For a second I was confused, but then I looked down at the anaconda hanging from his hips and realized with a small gasp that the toy was identical. He'd made a dildo of his own cock. "Suck it like the real thing," he said, handing me the toy. I brought it to my lips, and while it sure didn't taste as good as the original, the size and shape were familiar from mere seconds ago. I did my best to blow the replica of this stud's meat. He positioned me on my back on the floor with my legs spread. I began to have serious worries, wondering what hell my ass could be in for now, stuffed as it still was with the huge butt plug. Jake knelt by my head and brought the small bottle of what I'd later learn were poppers, now uncapped, to one nostril, holding the other closed, and told me to inhale deeply. I sniffed the strange chemical. Instantly, I felt light-headed, my whole body warm and relaxed, not to mention horny as fuck. He repeated it on the other side and I fell deeper into my reverie. Not wasting any time, Jake hurried between my legs, braced one hand on my right ass cheek and with the other grabbed the base of the plug. "On three, push out as hard as you can, faggot. This is gonna hurt." The look in his eyes told me he was deadly serious. "One...two...three!" I pushed out like I was taking the world's biggest shit. I felt my asshole stretch further than I thought possible, the pain beyond intense, and screamed around the dildo in my mouth. Then I blacked out. For real this time. When I came to, what turned out to be only a minute later, the dildo was still in my mouth, hanging lazily across my face, but my ass felt emptier than I thought possible. I looked over and Jake was back in his armchair, lightly stroking his cock with one hand while he played with his phone with the other. "Oh good, you're alive." He put down his phone. "That plug is much harder to get out than in. Didn't wanna break Conway's new toy the first time I borrowed it." He emphasized the word "first" and winked devilishly. He jumped out of the seat and walked into the bathroom, calling out after him. "In here, bitch." My entire body aching, I got up and slowly made my way into the bathroom. When I got there, I saw Jake holding the plug that had been inside me, still in shock that it had ever fit. He held it in my face. "Look at this. What do you see?" I inspected the surface of the plug and noticed a thin layer of brown shit at the very end. Not sure what else to do, I apologized. "I'm sorry sir. I didn't know!" Jake held the plug almost right up to my lips. I grimaced. Could I stoop *that* low? Then he laughed. "Don't worry, dumbfuck. I'm not gonna make you lick that. Even I have some limits." He set the plug aside and loomed over me, right in my face, deadly serious. I dared not break eye contact. "I showed you that, shitforbrains, because apparently you need to be taught another lesson. When I said you need to be ready for Delta dick at any time, I meant it. That means your ass should be pristine. All. The. Fucking. Time. I don't care what you have to do, I don't know how you fags manage, but I don't even want to see even the tiniest speck of shit from you ever again. You understand me?" "Yes Master Jake, I'm sorry! I'll do better from now on! I'll clean out again right now if you want me to!" "You're right, faggot," he said, his lip curling into a sneer. "Get in the tub. On your back. Legs over your head." I crawled into his bathtub, rolled onto my back, and pulled my legs up. Jake reached down and grabbed me under my ass and rolled me onto my shoulders, so my feet were next to my head. "Grab your ass and spread your cheeks, bitch." I did as he said, wondering why I was in this strange position. Was Jake about to douche my ass? I could feel my asshole gaping open in the cool air. He stood over me just outside the tub, lightly stroking his cock, which had softened to a floppy fullness that was still much bigger than my own dick when hard. Then he pulled his foreskin slightly back, and began to piss. The stream first hit my taint, but he quickly adjusted until he was pissing right into my ass. This frat god, the big man on campus (literally, it turned out) was emptying his bladder right into my rectum! I felt myself beginning to fill up, but it was nothing compared to the assaults I'd already taken from Carson's cock and that evil plug. Jake's stream was strong, pungent, and yellow. The warmth filled my hole and splashed my balls and taint. He cut it off and we both waited. I can't imagine what I looked like, my face and body a total mess, my asscheeks probably still red from my paddling, my hole wide open, as I let a man use it as his urinal. Jake began again. This process continued a few more times until I could hear myself nearly filling up, the sound of liquid on liquid growing more distinct. He pinched himself off one more time. "Close your hole, you sick fucking toilet. Don't spill a drop until I tell you," Jake snarled. "And get on your knees." With considerable difficulty, I pinched my asshole closed and lowered my legs, enjoying a few seconds of relief as I lumbered onto my knees. Jake stood there, edging slightly closer to the tub, expectant, and I knew what to do. I craned my neck slightly and wrapped my lips around the head of his gorgeous cock. I felt it swell and then the warm piss began to fill my mouth. His taste was different than Carson's, a little tangier. I swallowed and swallowed--he must have really had to go--until I felt his stream die down. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and smacked it a few times across my face. "Empty your cunt into the toilet, then shower and get back in here," he said, throwing a towel over the shower curtain and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. I climbed out of the tub and sat on Jake's toilet. My bowels were about to explode. Almost instantly, my ass lips gave way and a stream of piss shot out of me into the bowl. I gave the results a tiny glance to confirm it was clear, flushed, and jumped in the shower. For only the third time today, I had the quickest moment to myself not performing a task. Jake's water pressure was amazing, so much better than the dorm, and he had a number of expensive-looking products. I luxuriated, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. Knowing I couldn't linger too long, though, I washed off quickly with a deliciously creamy body wash. I ventured a finger to my hole and found it loose and sensitive, but not nearly as tender as I'd worried. I toweled off and went back into Jake's bedroom. I found him sitting at his desk chair watching some gangbang porn and stroking his dick. I marveled at how different an uncut guy jerks off, grabbing his shaft in the middle and sliding his foreskin over his head. I was jealous and hungry for it at the same time. Before today, I probably would have considered the porn he was watching to be unbelievable. A petite blonde woman was being gangbanged by several horse-hung men, all of her holes occupied, her face a sloppy mess. I don't think I would have thought that possible, much less pleasurable, but as I watched her eyes roll back into her head, probably faking but possibly experiencing an orgasm, I thought to myself: I get it girl. Jake noticed me and stood up, his dick wagging at its own weight. He pointed to the bed, where another towel was laying over the duvet. "On your back, head over the edge," he said. "I want some more of that throat." I climbed onto his king-sized bed, noting to myself that despite all the sex today this was my first time in a bed since I'd woken up in my childhood bedroom that morning. I saw his dick-replica dildo and a bottle of lube lying by the pillow. Jake motioned toward them. "Lube it up and get it in your ass. I'm gonna fuck your throat and you're gonna fuck your ass with my dick. I wanna see that thing going all the way in and out of your ass the whole time, faggot, or else." I gulped. The look on his face was grave, and I didn't want to know what "or else" could possibly be at this point. I slathered the dildo in as much lube as I could and laid on my back, my head hanging over the edge. Jake looked down, waiting for me to begin fucking myself. I reached down and realized that in order to get the leverage to fit it in, I'd have to have my legs in the air. I pulled them up, found my asshole with the head of the dildo, and pushed in. It slid in almost instantly. I won't say it was without any pain or pressure, but it was about the level of effort that, prior to today, I would have felt from the first finger inserted when playing with myself. These boys had *really* opened me up. As the dildo bottomed out, Jake's rubber balls hitting my cheeks, I felt it press against my prostate and a surge of pleasure coursed through my body. I let out a groan, and as my mouth fell open, Jake took his cock, hovering huge over my face, in one hand and pressed in. A full day of dick sucking had my throat sore but wide open. I was in such bliss that it took me a moment to realize his actual nuts were hitting my nose, his dick was all the way down my throat, and between both ends I had well over a foot and a half of Jake's dick inside me. He slid his dick in and out of my throat in long strokes, holding my skull in both hands. Occasionally he would pull all the way out and slap my face, or order me to suck on his balls, but mostly he fucked my face and throat like the stud he was. "Fucking nice throat. Take it bitch," Jake grunted through gritted teeth above me. I can't say my fucking of my own ass was as enthusiastic, but he didn't seem to care. Spit and throat slime were pouring down my face, my nose stuffed, and I had to focus on what few opportunities I had to breathe as his giant hog plowed my mouth. After a while--it could have been three minutes, it could have been 30--Jake slowed his pace and gentled his stroke. "Alright dickbreath. We're gonna play a game. Every time I say 'go,' we're switching ends. I don't wanna have to stop fucking so you better get your ass bent over quick." I'm sure if anyone could have seen my eyes they would have been as wide as saucers at this announcement. "Ready...set..." Jake began as he continued slowly long-dicking my mouth. I steeled myself. He pulled out. "GO!" I pulled the dildo from my ass, dropped it on the bed, and swiveled myself around. By the time I'd planted my feet on the floor I could feel Jake's big hands spreading my ass, his dick head poised at the entrance of my hole. By the time my face hit the bed, he was all the way inside me. FUCK. The real thing felt so much better. Like my throat, my ass was sore but pliable. Jake's cock was hitting the right spot, maybe not quite as well as Carson had earlier, or maybe I was just fucked out, but it was still *really* good. There didn't seem to be as much friction inside my ass, as his foreskin caught some of the sliding in and out. But he got nice and deep with each thrust. I didn't notice when he'd moved his hands, but suddenly I had one pushing down hard on my lower back and with no warning SMACK. SMACK. He spanked my right ass cheek *hard* twice in a row. I yelped and would have jumped if not for his weight on me. "I said switch, fucker!" Jake bellowed from behind me. "That doesn't mean your throat gets a rest!" Exhausted, but more so wary of what would happen if I didn't comply, I grabbed the dildo and stuck it in my mouth. I thought I could maybe taste a hint of his piss, but mostly it was just lube and silicone, not exactly the most appetizing combo. I did my best to feign sucking it, but between how tired I was and the varsity ass-reaming I was getting, it was hard to focus. After a while, Jake made me switch again, and I was surprised to find myself eager to replace the dildo in my hole. I was becoming a total bottom, needing to be filled. I could taste the lube on his dick now too as it pounded my throat. This switching back and forth continued for several more rounds. I don't know if Jake had a particular fetish for ass-to-mouth, or if he was trying to teach me a lesson, but I wasn't complaining. My mind was blank, given over to physical sensation. I felt dumb, like a piece of meat, but also incredibly horned up. Of course I hadn't dared to touch my cock once, but I could tell that it was also alternately growing and softening, a constant stream of precum leaking out. He was fucking my ass and I had my face against the towel, now a mess of spit and lube, suckling lazily on the dildo, when through my fucked-out haze I heard Jake speak in a brotherly tone. "Hey buddy!" The weight on the bed shifted and as I raised my head I saw Carson's big nuts, and then his big hard cock, followed by his ripped body and that face that could make anyone weak in the knees. He was lying on the bed, leaning against the wall and straddling my face, and I only had the briefest moment to appreciate his beauty before he ripped the dildo from my mouth, grabbed my head in both hands and shoved me down on his dick. After my time under Jake's control, it felt like the comfort of home. At the end of a day of firsts, one first more: I was being spitroasted. "Hey bro!" Carson replied. "How's the faggot doing?" "Not bad, little bro. Not bad at all." Jake pumped away at my ass as though I was a thing. "I was a little worried at first he didn't have what it takes, but honestly he's done pretty fuckin' well." I blushed. Even after what he'd put me through, to hear this god praise me, even slightly, was enough to send me into the stratosphere. They talked about me as though I wasn't there, Jake giving Carson a rundown of all the shit he'd made me do. By the casual way they talked, it was clear this was far from the first time they'd fucked a guy together. When Jake told him about the plug, Carson cackled with laughter. I could feel it in his dick. "Just spit?! You are fucking EVIL, man!" They high-fived above me: an Eiffel Tower. "How is his ass not torn up?" "This ass is *meant* to be fucked, bro." Jake said as he long-dicked me. "It's pretty loose now but you should have seen it after I pulled that thing out. You could see the faggot's guts." "Gross, dude." "Yup! Even grosser when I turned his ass into my toilet." Carson cackled again. "Yeah, you picked a good one," Jake grunted between thrusts. "We're gonna have some fun with this little bitch." Carson fucked up into my mouth as they continued to spitroast me and shoot the shit. I could sense their chatter waning as each got more into their rutting. Jake's grip on my hips was getting tighter, and by now I had a good enough sense of Carson's impending orgasm to know he was on the edge. "Fuck, bro, I'm getting close," Jake said. "Me too, man." "Let's nut in this bitch." "You know it." "I haven't nutted in like 4 days," Jake said, his breathing growing erratic. "Gonna be a big one." "Fucking flood my faggot's hole bro!" Somehow, my brain registered Carson's "my." Jake's speed steadily increased. Finally, he shouted "here it comes!" and buried himself deep inside me. I could feel his cream filling my guts as he collapsed on my back, shuddering with the intensity of his climax. He laid there for a few seconds, and then abruptly pulled out his cock, leaving me empty. "FUCK!" Jake shouted. "I needed that. Thanks, man." "Anytime," Carson replied. "Sharing is caring." "Bet. I'm gonna shower. Feel free to finish up." I heard the door to Jake's bathroom slam shut and the shower turn on. Carson pulled his dick out of my mouth and climbed off the bed. "Nothin' wrong with a little sloppy seconds," he muttered to himself as he pressed his dick into me in one fell swoop. I was like a rag doll at this point; his intrusion didn't even phase me. But it sure felt good pistoning my prostate. "Fuuuuck, you *are* loose, bitch. Big bro dug you OUT!" Carson had already been close from fucking my mouth, so it was only a few minutes before he pounded what felt like a hefty load into my ass. He pulled out and gave my ass a couple of light taps. "Clean me off." I crumpled onto the floor in a heap and looked up. Carson really was a sex god, sweat dripping down his body, his huge piece still hard and covered in his and Jake's cum. I took it in my mouth and sucked their combined loads from his dick, savoring the taste. "Thanks," he said absently, walking out of the room. I sat there, a rag doll. My body had been used and abused in every way possible, and I was so exhausted--mentally, physically, sexually--that I couldn't even imagine moving. A few minutes passed. I vaguely heard the shower turn off in the bathroom, but didn't look up until I heard Jake padding out, toweling his hair dry. He still looked incredible, lean and manly, powerful, his soft dick somehow still hanging halfway down to his knees. The look of satisfaction on his face turned to annoyance when he saw me still there. "Time to fuck off, man." Reluctantly, and with no shortage of effort, I climbed to my feet and left his room. I heard the door shut behind me. The frat house was eerily silent. I was still naked, two huge studly loads in my ass, with no idea where my clothes were. Not knowing what else to do, I walked down to Carson's room. He wasn't there. I began to search for my clothes, strewn about as his dirty clothes had been earlier, when he walked back into the room, also fresh from a shower. He scrunched up his nose and tossed his used towel at me. "Go clean up, you're a mess." He pulled on a clean pair of boxer briefs. "You can sleep in Matt's bed." I threw the wet towel over my shoulder and walked back into the bathroom. My ass was still full of both boys' loads, so I sat on the toilet to void them. At the last second, curiosity got the best of me and I cupped a hand under my ass as the cum flowed out. There was *so* much of it, enough to overflow a shot glass. I gave it a tentative lick, and the taste of their spunk made my dick, which had barely been touched all day, instantly rigid. I took my hand, wet with their cum, and stroked my dick. Three pumps later, I was blasting my own load all over. It required all my energy to shower lazily and towel off. By the time I got back, zombielike, to Carson's room, he was snoring away like a baby. He looked adorable. I turned off the light, and climbed into Matt's bed, wishing I'd washed his musky sheets earlier. I was so tired I barely gave one horny thought to how many sorority sluts he must have nailed in them. As I drifted off, my brain registered the time: after 3am. I'd been used for 12 hours. *** I slept like the dead. Not even like the dead. I fell asleep and was just out. And then I woke up, as you could have surely guessed, with Carson's morning wood in my mouth. My jaw was sore from the day and night before, but somehow the sight and taste of that big beautiful rod still made me hungry. "Good, you're awake," he said, grinning down at me. From the look on his face, fuzzy and gentle, he'd just woken up too. That didn't stop him from pushing his cock past my tonsils. I slurped up his big pole hungrily: breakfast was served. Five minutes later, after a manful, insistent facefuck, Carson was letting out a long, satisfied groan as he blasted his morning load straight down my throat. He pulled out with a sigh and told me to get dressed; the other brothers would be trickling back in from the holiday weekend soon. I rolled out of Matt's bed, tempted to make it but remembering the sorry state his sheets had been in already. My body ached all over, every joint reminding me of the prior day's events. I found my clothes and got dressed. Carson had already pulled on a hoodie and sweatpants, keys in hand. "Ready?" he asked, beginning to grow impatient. "Yes sir, sorry." I threw on my coat. We got in Carson's SUV and pulled out of the frat house's small parking lot. The morning was bright and cold, the first hints of winter in the frost on the grass of the various Greek houses. I realized we weren't driving in the direction of my dorm. I gave Carson a questioning look, but his eyes were on the road. Soon, we were pulling into the McDonald's drive-thru. He ordered us each a sausage McMuffin, hash browns and a coffee. He paid for the food, and when he passed me mine, I thanked him. "No worries, man," he said, chomping into his breakfast sandwich. "Dining hall doesn't open 'til dinner." We inhaled the food as he drove back to campus, both clearly ravenous. Carson pulled in front of Balland and put the car in park. He looked over at me, a coy look on his face. "You alright?" he asked. I could have melted at the question, even as his concern was so casual. My frat god, caring about me, even a tiny bit, after putting me through a day of heaven and hell. "Yes sir," I whispered, suddenly feeling very shy. "Cool," he replied, putting the car back in gear. I hopped out, and before I slammed the door steeled myself and asked meekly when I would see him again. A half smile crept over his face. "Soon, bitch," he said. "If you're lucky." TO BE CONTINUED... *** UP NEXT: Carson has a hockey game, and Teddy is required to attend... *** Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed the story, have feedback, or have ideas for future chapters, I'd love to hear from you: elliottpatterson02@gmail.com