All events and characters in this story are fictional. Chase endures some pretty rough treatment in this chapter, so please feel free to skip this chapter if you dislike rough, degrading sex. This chapter and the next will focus on the rest of Chase’s slutty night in the frat house, setting up the pivot to Matt’s bad karma in future installments.
Previously (MATT’S PERSPECTIVE):
My buddy Doug’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store when he saw me leading Chase through the basement on that leash, the sexy 18 year-old jock’s wrists cuffed behind his back, his plump ass cheeks jiggling in that white jockstrap.
“Holy shittt, Matt,” Doug chuckled, his shaggy blonde hair spilling out from under his crooked flatbill hat, his messy short beard framing a douchebag grin. Doug was wearing a gold chain like always, dangling over his bare chest. The douchey frat bro had ditched his shirt earlier in the night, showing off his decent musculature. “You got yourself a little pet fag here? What’s the deal?”
I yanked the leash playfully, making Chase stumble forward a bit. The basement was dimly lit, the party down to just a handful of us hardcore holdouts—mostly my frat bros nursing beers on the couches. Chelsea was still there, perched on an ottoman, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. Perfect audience. “Yeah, Dougie boy,” I said, smirking. “This is Chase. All state wrestler from Texas. State champion in his weight class last year, apparently…Thought he was straight when we first met, but DUDE, turns out he’s a total cockslut. Dickbreath over here practically begged me to cuff him and lead him around like a bitch. Didn’t ya, pretty boy?”
Chase’s face flushed red at the false accusation, his blue eyes darting around the room. He was too embarrassed and humiliated (and horny) to think or talk straight. He mumbled something incoherent, but his cock was still tenting that jockstrap, betraying him big time. Doug laughed, stepping closer and grabbing Chase’s chin roughly, forcing him to look up.
“Shittt, dude, he’s fucking handsome. He’s actually a stud.” Doug spoke to Chase, “Brooo, with looks like that, you could get like half the chicks at this party to drop their panties if you wanted….but instead you’re letting my Bro Matt make you his little bitch...haha that’s kinda pathetic, man hahaha…”
Chase blushed and looked down. Doug held a red solo cup at his lips and said, “Drink up, boy, you’ll like this.” Chase was embarrassed in his nude and bound state, so he obliged, and took a few gulps of the mysterious liquid Doug poured down his throat. A little bit drippled down the sides of his soft, red lips.
I spend the next 20 minutes using Chase like little jock bitch he now was…in front of an audience (this scene is described in detail in chapter 2).
Chapter 3 - DOUG’S PERSPECTIVE
It seemed like drink I fed him was starting to set in a little bit. Chase was reduced to a blubbering puddle of pure fuck lust. His moans were barely comprehensible but it almost seemed like he wanted Matt to fuck him harder. Fuck… watching this was turning me on.
Matt thrust in to Chase fast and hard. Chase’s average sized (but beautifully shaped) cock was leaking precum all over his own very handsome face.
Matt, sounding as arrogant as he should be, having completely conquered a one stud, said, “Tell me, bitch. When I’m done nutting in your pathetic little boy pussy, that gonna be enough for you?”
“No….no….need more cock,” Chase moaned, loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“No? Haha, that’s what I thought. You gonna let every man in this room take a crack at your bitch ass? Huh? Former alpha stud from Texas want to get treated like a cum dump whore?”
“Fuckk…..fuck yeah…I need more cock…need all the cock…more more…please…MORE COCK!”
Matt fucked as fast as humanly possible and suddenly his body tensed. The sexy frat boy started convulsing and moaning loudly. Holy shit! He was breeding Chase’s ass.
Matt pulled out and pumped his huge cock until the rest of his load coated the slut’s handsome face. Matt’s cum ran from his chin down past his forehead, soaking his short brown bangs a bit. Then, Matt chuckled as he stood up, turned around, and kneeled down. Chase was still laying in his upside-down position resting on the side of the sofa.
Matt slapped his face gently, then guided some of the cum on his chin into Chases pretty lips. He obediently and hungrily sucked on Matt’s finger, the Matt rubbed his cock clean against Chase’s ruffled brown hair. Matt then stood up and began slowly walking away, leaving Chase laying upside down and barely awake.
With Matt leaving, all that remained at the party were me and a pack of about 7 or so muscle-bound, testosterone-filled, horny-as-fuck, college-aged men rubbing their bulges. We were all looking at Chase’s defeated yet sexy body, staring lustfully and dangerously like a pack of wolves. As Matt walked away, nodded my head at me and the boys. “Have at it, fellas.”
Fuck yeah. It was my turn now. I, Doug McMillan, was the one that gave Chase the drink that turned him into a total slut. So I felt like I alone deserved to use his ass…but of course with there being a bunch of us here I wouldn’t have any choice but to share this hit piece of jock ass with my bros. And If I had to share, I might as well do it enthusiastically.
I saluted at Matt as he walked past me to head upstairs.
“Fuck yeah, man. We got some boys down here who’d love to break in a fresh hole….Yo, Jimmy! Vince! Jake! Andre! Get over here—Matt’s gone and brought us a party favor!”
My frat bros converged closer like wolves on a lamb. First over was Jimmy, a 6’3 muscular wrestler with black hair, his pits hairy and already sweating from the heat in the basement. He was built like a tank, broad shoulders and thick thighs, and I knew from past hazings he loved dominating little twinks.
Next, Vince sauntered up—half-Latino, half-Irish, with tanned smooth skin, a ripped six-pack, and rippling muscles glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The dude was a sex god; I’d seen him fuck girls senseless, always in control, making them beg.
Then Jake, the gay 6’1 swimmer in our frat, brunette hair tousled, handsome face smirking. Jake could cum three times in an hour, easy, and he was always down for some bro-on-bro action.
I was already there, and finally Andre lumbered in, a muscular hairy brunette with tan skin, his body covered in thick fur from chest to ass, reeking of that musky, smelly scent that screamed alpha dom. I knew by his reputation among the ladies that Andre was the most brutal in bed. With Chase, I knew Andre would show no mercy.
Chase’s eyes widened as the five of them circled him—plus me making six. “W-wait, … what the fuck? I thought it was just Matt and me…” he stammered, pulling at the cuffs. But I yanked the leash hard, forcing him to his knees on the dirty basement floor. Chase’s sweaty muscles glistened as he sat tensed on his knees. He looked so sexy and helpless
“Shut up, fag,” I growled, pulling out my phone and starting a video. “You wanted kinky with my bro Matt? Well You’re getting the full frat treatment.” I looked over at my buddies and chuckled. “Boys, let’s play this bitch till he’s crying for more.”
“Look at this pathetic slut,” I sneered, my voice slurring slightly from the beer i pounded throughout the night. I reached down, grabbing Chase’s chin roughly and forcing his head up. The wrestler’s plump lips parted in a gasp, and I shoved two fingers into his mouth, pumping them like a preview of what was to come.
“You loved getting leashed up like a doggy by my buddy, didn’t ya, fag? Well now Matt’s gone, but the party’s just starting.”
Chase’s body trembled, but his cock betrayed him, tenting the white jockstrap despite the shame burning in his chest. He tried to shake his head, mucus dripping from his nose, but Doug just laughed, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop.
The other guys circled closer—Jimmy, a 6’3 wrestler with black hair and masculine hairy pits. Vince, the half-Latino half-Irish stud with tanned smooth skin, his six-pack rippling under a sheen of sweat. Jake, the gay 6’1 swimmer with brunette hair and a handsome face, his cock already hard, known for cumming three times in an hour. And Andre, the muscular hairy brunette with tan skin, his extremely hairy body exuding a sexy musky scent.
Jimmy, the tall and muscular wrestler with black hair, went first, grabbing Chase’s hair and yanking his head back. “Open wide, pussy boy.” He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his thick 8-inch cock, already mostly-hard and smelling of sweat from the party. Jimmy was sweaty all over and his cock was no exception.
Without warning, he shoved it into Chase’s mouth, face-fucking him brutally, ramming the handsome 18 year old athlete’s perfectly shaped nose into the wild, sweaty black pubes. Chase gagged immediately, his eyes watering as Jimmy pistoned in and out, hitting the back of his throat. “Yeah, choke on it, you wrestling whore. Lick my balls while you’re at it.” Mucus started dripping from Chase’s nose and mouth, strings of it running down his chin as Jimmy held his head in place, forcing him to deepthroat. The other guys cheered, phones out recording the sloppy mess.
Chase pushed back weakly, the drugs preventing him from conjuring any real strength. Chase’s cock was hard and twitching, betraying his uncontrollable drug-fueled lust while being overpowered lol a little bitch.
Jimmy pulled his shirt off. He flexed his biceps and roared loudly, probably feeling a surge of testosterone at seeing another wrestling stud get down on his knees and completely submit to him. Nothing more degrading than to get face fucked by another man…and if you’re the one doing the facefucking, then nothing more exhilarating.
Chase was finally able to pull his handsome face away from the cock that wrecked his throat. He coughed and sputtered, looking dizzy and disoriented, probably from the drugs in his system.
Jimmy’s thick thighs tensed like steel cables as he gripped Chase’s skull with both hands, yanking the dazed 18 year old’s face forward until his nose smashed into the wrestler’s coarse black pubes. Chase’s muffled gag turned into a wet, desperate gurgle around the invading 8-inch cock stretching his throat raw.
“Fuck yeah. take it, you little bitch,” Jimmy snarled, hips snapping in short, brutal punches. It was hot that both Jimmy and Chase were wrestlers, but Jimmy was taller and stronger. His biceps bulged, veins popping as he flexed harder, roaring again. “This is what a real man feels like owning your fag mouth. You’re nothing compared to me…just a warm hole for real alphas to dump in.”
Chase’s eyes rolled back, tears streaming from the throat stimulation, mucus bubbling from his nostrils and dripping in thick strings down his chin. His own pretty cock throbbed untouched, drooling a steady rope of precum onto the filthy floor. Every violent thrust forced broken, choked moans from Chase’s stuffed throat: “Mmmph! Nngh—guh—!”
Jimmy’s balls drew up tight. “Here it comes, lil wrestler slut, lil fucking state champ—open wide for a real man’s load.” He slammed in balls-deep one last time, body locking, and unloaded with a guttural bellow. Watching this, I imagined that hot, thick spurts of Jimmys nut flooded Chase’s throat; he had no choice but to swallow or choke. Jimmy held him pinned the weaker athlete’s nose to his wild black pubes….grinding, milking every drop while Chase convulsed, gagging wetly around the pulsing shaft.
When the last jet finally pulsed out, Jimmy yanked free with a filthy pop. Chase coughed violently, ropes of cum and spit spilling from his swollen lips, pooling on his heaving chest. Jimmy laughed—deep, cruel—and slapped his still-hard, slick cock across Chase’s tear-streaked cheek with a wet smack.
“Look at you, drooling like a cheap whore hahaha,” Jimmy taunted, smacking the heavy shaft against Chase’s other cheek, then his forehead, leaving shiny streaks. “Say it. Tell me you fucking loved it.”
Chase’s head lolled, dizzy and wrecked, voice slurred and small. “I… I loved it… fuck dude… t—tha—at.. that was intenseee…”
“Louder, fag. And tell me you want more.”
“I loved it,” Chase rasped, cheeks burning. “Want… want more cock…”
Jimmy barked a laugh, slapping his wet dick across Chase’s lips one final time—hard enough to make the boy whimper. “Pathetic. Look at that sad little hard-on leaking for it. Fucking disgrace.”
He stepped back, still chuckling, and raised his hand. Vince, smirking and stroking his own thick being cock, slapped Jimmy’s palm in a loud high-five.
“Your turn, bro,” Jimmy said, wiping sweat from his brow. “Ruin him.”
Vince (the handsome Irish-Latino bro with the sexy abs that the ladies liked) stepped up next, stripping off his shirt to reveal that perfect tanned six-pack, muscles rippling as he flexed. “My turn to wreck that throat.” I knew from observing that girls weren’t lying when they said Vince was amazing at sex. Vince knew just how to angle his 9-inch cock to make Chase’s jaw ache. He face-fucked him rhythmically at first, then picked up speed, slapping Chase’s cheeks with his dick between thrusts. “Look at this pretty boy turning into a cum dumpster. Fuck he’s pathetic…letting other men do whatever the fuck they want. Come one, Spit on him.” They did—Jake (the gay swimmer in my frat) and Jimmy hocking loogies onto Chase’s face, mixing with the mucus as Vince pounded away. Chase’s face was a slimy, humiliated wreck, tears streaming down his cheeks.
While Vince finished throat-fucking him, Andre (the hairy brunette giant) grabbed Chase’s head from behind, forcing him to turn. “Worship my pits, bitch. Lick ‘em clean.” Andre’s hairy body was musky as fuck…even I caught a whiff of his manly scent as he shoved Chase’s face into his sweaty armpit.
Chase hesitated, but I kicked his ass lightly. “Do it, fag, or we’ll make it worse for you.” Gagging on the taste, Chase licked the hairy, sweaty pits, his tongue lapping at the fur while the guys laughed and recorded. He was moaning incoherently, totally drugged out and zoned out.
“Now the feet,” Andre growled, sitting on the couch and shoving his big, sweaty size 13s into Chase’s face. The submissive 18 year old’s eyes were glazed over, his face was covered in sweat and cum, yet he was still handsome and sexy. Chase licked the soles, sucking on toes that reeked of frat house funk. Damn, I thought to myself, having another man make you worship his feet must be humiliating beyond words…
As I watched I noticed the marker on Chase’s back. Between his muscular shoulder blades, read: PROPERTY OF MATT ADAMS. And in the small of his back right above his perfect bubble button: CUMDUMP.
I almost bowled over laughing. Matt LITERALLY marked this (former) alpha male jock as his personal property. The writing wasn’t smudged at all despite the fact that Chase was covered in sweat. Damn, he must’ve used permanent sharpie. Now that’s just fucking cold.
Jake couldn’t wait— the gay swimmer stripped naked, his handsome frat-boy face twisted in lust. I gotta admit, his smooth, shaved skin looked pretty hot. It showed off his toned muscles and accentuated his lithe swimmers build. He spanked Chase’s muscular, beautiful bubble butt. “Ass up, slut. Time to fuck that bitch boi hole.” He was first to take Chase’s ass, lubing up with spit and slamming in raw. I was suprised how assertive and dominant Jake was, being the only 100% gay dude here. I had suspected that all fags were kinda soft but Jake here was proving me wrong.
Chase yelped in suprise at the sudden intrusion, but Jake firmly held his head down, pushing it into Andre’s thick cock which was face-fucking him again in a spit roast. Chase moaned loudly but Jake spanked his ass a few times. “Come on bro, just shut the fuck up and take it like the little slut you are. Yeah, I know Matt stretched you out, so quit bitching and enjoy yourself.”
After a minute or so, I could tell from Chase’s expression that he was relaxing and letting Jake break him in again. I got it all on my phone—18 year old prime jock stud getting spitroasted by my frat bros. Sweat dripping down his forehead as his throat struggled to take Andre’s thick cock…bubble butt jiggling as Jake playfully spanked it and groped it.
Jake’s lean, swimmer’s body…long, corded muscles honed from endless laps…pressed flush against Chase’s slightly more muscular, state champion wrestler frame. Both brunettes were drenched, sweat plastering their short, dark hair to their foreheads in wet spikes, strands clinging to temples and necks like they’d just surfaced from a swim race or a wrestling match. Jake’s smooth, hairless chest slid slick against Chase’s sweat-sheened back, nipples grazing firm muscle as he drove in deep, hips thrusting passionately.
The swimmer’s hands roamed greedily, palming Chase’s thick pecs, squeezing the hard slabs, tracing the deep V of his obliques, then gripping the meat of his powerful thighs. “Fuck, kid,” Jake murmured hot against Chase’s ear, lips brushing the salty skin of his neck before he sucked a firm kiss there. His tongue slithered against Chase’s smooth skin, almost like it was violating him. “Eighteen years old and you already built this perfect jock body. So fucking hot. All that hard work just so real men can use it.”
He licked a slow stripe up Chase’s throat. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked by a real man. Tell me what a cock-hungry slut you are for all this dick. Tell me how fucking lucky you feel right now.”
Chase’s head lolled, eyes glassy and unfocused, dizzy from the relentless pounding and the drug haze. He only managed broken whimpers, hips rocking back instinctively.
Andre laughed at Chase’s inability to talk straight, his dick still rock hard as he pulled out of Chase’s mouth to allow him to speak.
Jake’s palm cracked hard across one reddened ass cheek—sharp, stinging. “Words, bitch.”
Chase gasped, voice wrecked and slurry between moans. “F-fuck… love it… nngh… love getting fucked by—ah!—real men… so much cock… mmmph… such a slut… I’m slut….fuck… so lucky… dude…dude please don’t stop…”
Jake laughed low, triumphant, and rewarded him with a brutal thrust that made Chase’s whole body jolt, both their sweat-soaked brunette heads thrown back in shared, feral pleasure.
Jake pounded relentlessly at Chase’s battered jock-boy butt, his own swimmer’s stamina letting him go hard, cumming once deep inside after ten minutes, pulling out only to jerk and cum again on Chase’s back five minutes later. “Fuck, this bitch is tight. Who’s next?”
Fuck, watching Jake dominate this dude got me horned up as fuck. It was my turn for sure. I was already shirtless and took my pants and underwear off.
Andre pulled out of Chase’s exhausted mouth. I thought maybe he’d switch to now take over the slut’s boypussy. But instead of taking Chase’s ass Andre said he was getting close to cummjng and needed a break cause he didn’t want to juzz yet. Nice. More for me.
Andre nodded at me, “go ahead, Dougie. Give this bitch what he deserves.”
I eagerly took over the nubile jock ass. I took a sec to adjust my gold chain which I knew some people thought looked douchey, but beta bitches like Chase probably almost always found themselves attracted to so-called “douches”. “
“Bend over, fag. Sniff my hat while I fuck you.” I shoved my flatbill hat into Chase’s face, the dried sweat from weeks of wear pressed against his nose. He inhaled like the pathetic slut he was, and seemed to actually savor the manly smell of my hat. I then rammed my cock in. I was rough, slapping Chase’s ass cheeks red while plowing into him.
I grabbed Chase’s short hair and pulled it back in a tiny little ponytail-like thing. A surge of testosterone and adrenaline surged through me. It felt amazing to do this to another man. Not just any man, but to a handsome, muscular jock stud that was probably a popular alpha male wherever he went…except now he was beneath me. With his hair being pulled like a fuckin BITCH while I rode his ass rough, with concern only for my own pleasure.
Vince, the Irish-Latino bro with the perfect six pack abs, sauntered over, smirking devilishly. He laughed at Chase and gently patted him on the face.
He stuck his perfectly shaved cock into Chase’s mouth for a few seconds, making him gag a bit. He facefucked the 18 year old wrestler with perfect technique, forcefully enough to plow his throat, but controlled enough to prevent him from needing to pull away. I felt a bit jealous seeing how expertly he plowed Chase’s throat.
Vince groaned him pleasure, his voice deep and masculine for a young man. “Yeah, take it like the whore you are. Niceeee dude. Okay now Lick my sweaty buttcrack next.” Vince pulled out mid-fuck, tired around, bent forward and shoved his hairy ass into Chase’s face. Then made him rim his hairy, sweaty ass!
A minute later, Vince started chuckling mischievously and then let out a loud fart right on his tongue. Holy Shit! That was wild! Chase gagged, mucus and cum still coating his glazed face, but the guys and I howled, phones capturing every humiliating second.
“Hahah fuckkkkk dude that was nasty. You kinky muthafuckas!”
Chase coughed and pulled back. But his dick was still hard and leaking precum. Vince, still laughing, taunted, “you like that taste of that, bitch boi? Grateful for a taste of my beef stew? Nahhh shut the fuck up, I know a fag like you loves it deep down.”
One of the bros, Jake I think, playfully shoved Vince away from Chase. “Bro get the fuck out of heart. That was nasty, bro. You’re in the penalty box.” I wondered if Jake felt bad for Chase and wanted to help him out as Vince was clearly taking things a bit too far.
I know this is pretty messed up, but seeing Vince make Chase rim his ass turned me on for some reason. I got pistoned in and out of Chase’s warm boypussy, hard and fast. I knew this wasn’t comfortable for Chase but I didn’t give a fuck. I was horny as hell and needed to get off, PRONTO.
Within seconds I was jizzing, sending a load down Chase’s fuck chute as I smacked his beautiful ass a couple more times. His backside looked so sexy, glistening with sweat and covered with the degrading words Matt wrote in sharpie.
Chase’s muscular back and trim waist wiggled a bit from side to side as I unleashed my load. My orgasm felt amazing. Like, out of this world. “Fuck dudeee. Holy shitttt you’re making me cum. Uggghhh…I’m cumming bro…yeah take my babies….uh fuck yeahh…yahhhhh mmm that’s good….”
I pulled out and rolled over, laying in the floor on my back, trying to just catch my breath after that amazing fuck.
Andre was back and read to take Chase’s boypussy next. He was probably the most dominant out of us, flipping Chase onto his back and firmly folding him in half. “My turn to breed this pussy.” Andre’s extremely hairy body pressed down, that musky scent enveloping Chase as he fucked brutally, his thick cock stretching the kid’s hole.
He stretched his muscular arms over behind his head and pressed down on Chase’s perfectly symmetrical face. “Bro worship my pit unless you want me to pull a Vince fart on you….or would you actually like that, you kinky slut?” Andre was clearly inspired by what Vince did earlier.
Chase moaned and took deep huffs of Andre’s hairy pits. Shit, it almost seemed like he enjoyed it. He started kissing it and rubbing his face in it. Then he started using his tongue and full on French kissing my bro’s stinky man pit. Unbelievable. How low could this dude sink?!
Andre’s massive, hairy frame completely smothered Chase as he pinned the younger jock’s legs back until his knees nearly touched his shoulders, folding him in half like a pretzel. Chase’s cuffed wrists were trapped uselessly beneath his own back, his sweat-slicked, athletic chest heaving, nipples hard from overstimulation.
Every inch of Andre’s thick, veined cock was buried to the hilt inside Chase’s already-abused hole. the stretch was obscene, burning…yet Chase’s drug-addled body betrayed him: his own cock stayed rigid, leaking steadily onto his chiseled abs.
Andre didn’t ease in. If what the chicks say is true, he never did. He slammed forward with punishing force, each brutal thrust driving the air from Chase’s lungs in sharp, broken whimpers. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin echoed. Me and the boys contributed drunken cheers around them.
Andre’s heavy, fur-covered balls smacked rhythmically against Chase’s ass, coarse hair scraping sensitive skin with every deep plunge. He wrapped his big hand around Chase’s sweaty neck and started choking the poor bitch, while continuing to pound him relentlessly.
Chase moaned and groaned, “mhhh,,, ughhh…so rough….f-fuckkkk….ugh…too big…bro, too hard….uhhh…yeah….oh fuck yeah….FUCK me!”
Andre showed no mercy. He spat in Chase’s hard cock and then slapped his face like he owned him. “Fuckin’ take it, you pathetic little bitch. Were you really a state champ wrestler…you sure don’t seem like it…even if you look the part,” Andre growled, voice thick and gravelly. He leaned down, crushing Chase beneath his weight, sweaty chest hair grinding against smooth pecs. Then, without warning, he shifted and let out a long, hot fart into the air. “Fuck…bet you wish I let that out on your face, don’t you slut…hahaha…don’t even try to deny it bro I saw how turned on you were when my buddy Vince was feeding you his beef stew…”
Chase shuddered and moaned as he got fucked so roughly, a choked sob of pleasure escaping around his pretty lips. Such a handsome stud, now being reduced to a lowly boywhore.
Andre laughed low and cruel, then jackhammered harder, using the sudden clench of Chase’s boypussy to milk his cock.
He used his hand to rub his sweaty pits, then his hairy balls. Then shoved his hand onto Chase’s well-shaped nose.
“Smell that, fag? That’s what a real man smells like while he breeds your cunt.” He grabbed Chase’s throat—not choking, just holding—possessive. “Open.”
Chase’s lips parted on instinct, glassy blue eyes unfocused. Andre hawked a thick glob of spit onto his tongue, then forced two thick fingers inside, making him suck while the pounding continued mercilessly. “SWALLOW, BITCH.”
The pace turned savage. Andre’s hips snapped with enough force to scoot Chase along the filthy carpet on his back. Each thrust bottomed out brutally, pubic bone grinding Chase’s taint, cockhead battering his prostate until horny moans fractured into desperate cries. Chase’s untouched cock bounced, spurting weak ropes of precum that mixed with the drying loads already painting his torso.
Andre hooked Chase’s legs over his broad shoulders, leaning close enough for Chase to feel the scratch of beard against his cheek, to inhale the beer-sweat-musk rolling off him.
“You love this, don’t you?” Andre rasped, lips at Chase’s ear. “Getting folded and fucked raw by a hairy beast while my frat brothers watch and stroke themselves. Say it.”
Chase’s voice cracked, barely audible over the wet squelch. “I… love it… fuck… please…”
Andre snarled and shifted to short, vicious jabs—staying deep, grinding, stirring Chase’s guts. One hand pinched and twisted a nipple hard enough to make Chase arch and yelp. The rhythm faltered, hips stuttering.
“Gonna breed you, boy. Pump this load so deep you’ll taste it.” Andre’s body locked, muscles rippling, and he came with a guttural roar, slamming forward as thick, hot spurts flooded Chase’s wrecked hole. Pulse after pulse, he ground in, forcing every drop deeper while Chase whimpered beneath him, shaking, tears cutting tracks through the mess on his handsome face.
“FUCK THAT PUSSY FEELS GOOD. I’m fucking jizzing, bro! Gonna plant my boys up your pussy. Shit! Here it comes buddyyyy. Aww! ARGHHHHGHHHHH’ HOLY FUCK I LOVE KNOCKING YOU UP! Ughhhhhh. Cumming….cumming…..yeah….oh fuck yeah….so good…so FUCKING good brah!”
Andre stayed buried a long moment, panting, letting his softening cock soak. Then he pulled out with a wet slurp; a thick gush of seed immediately leaked from Chase’s gaping, puffy hole, running down his crack.
He smirked down at the ruined, trembling jock and slapped Chase’s tear-streaked cheek—light but stinging.
“Good boy,” Andre rumbled. “Who’s next?”
He planted a surprisingly gently kiss on Chase’s red cheeks, squeezed his perfect cute butt that he just claimed, and then pushed the drug hazed wrestler jock onto the ground again.
Vince and Jimmy circled Chase like predators, their eyes gleaming with raw hunger. Chase tenderly got up and knelt on the grimy basement floor, his 18-year-old wrestler’s body glistening with sweat—lean, muscled frame trembling from exhaustion, short brown hair matted to his forehead, blue eyes wide and glazed from the drugs.
His plump, bubble ass cheeks were red from earlier spankings, and his average-sized cock, beautifully straight and smooth, bobbed fully-hard, leaking precum onto the carpet. Cuffs dug into his wrists behind his back, the leash dangling loosely from his neck like a mark of ownership.
Jimmy, the 6’3 tank of a wrestler, came sauntering forward with a devilish smirk. Black hair tousled and damp, broad shoulders flexing under his sweat-soaked skin, hairy pits probably reeking of musk as he stripped off his jeans. His thick thighs bulged with power, and his 8-inch cock sprang free, veiny and half-hard, crowned by wild black pubes. “Time to double-stuff this fag,” he growled, grabbing Chase’s hair and yanking his head back, exposing the helpless 18 year old boy’s throat.
Vince sauntered up behind, the half-Latino, half-Irish stud radiating confidence—tanned, smooth skin stretched over a ripped six-pack that rippled with every breath, his rippling biceps and pecs glistening lightly. His 9-inch cock, perfectly shaved and thick, throbbed eagerly as he positioned himself at Chase’s ass. “Hold him steady, bro. Let’s make this bitch scream.”
Jimmy shoved his sweaty cock into Chase’s mouth without mercy, ramming deep until the boy’s nose buried in those pungent pubes. Chase gagged, mucus bubbling from his nostrils, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. Jimmy’s massive hands pinned Chase’s head, face-fucking him brutally—thrusts so forceful they made the jock’s muscular body jolt. “Choke on it, you pathetic wrestling whore. Lick my hairy balls while I wreck your throat.”
From behind, Vince spat on Chase’s puffy, cum-leaking hole—still gaping from Andre’s abuse—and slammed in raw. His tanned hips snapped forward with expert precision, angling to batter Chase’s prostate relentlessly. Chase’s muffled yelps vibrated around Jimmy’s shaft as Vince gripped the boy’s trim waist, nails digging into sweat-slicked skin. “Fuck, this hole’s sloppy already—full of our bros’ loads. You’re just a cumrag now, aren’t you? Begging for more dick like the broken slut you are.”
They synced up in a savage rhythm: Jimmy pounding Chase’s face, his thick thighs flexing as he roared with dominance; Vince drilling the ass, his six-pack abs contracting with each deep plunge, slapping against Chase’s jiggling cheeks. Spit and precum dribbled down Chase’s chin, mixing with tears, while Vince reached around to twist a nipple on the boy’s firm pecs, making him arch and clench.
“Flip this cum dump over?” Jimmy grunted, pulling out with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting to Chase’s swollen lips. Vince nodded and they both pulled out. They then shoved Chase over so he was laying limply in his back.
Jimmy straddled Chase’s chest, forcing his cock back down the throat while Vince lifted the legs—exposing the wrecked hole—and plunged in again. Chase’s body bucked, his beautiful cock spurting precum uselessly as they degraded him, calling him words like “fag,” “whore,” “cumdump.” Jimmy hawked a loogie onto Chase’s face; Vince high fived Jimmy mid-thrust, laughing as the conquered jock beneath them whimpered.
Vince slowed his thrusts to a deep, rolling grind, savoring the slick heat of Chase’s wrecked hole while letting the dazed jock focus on the cock stuffing his mouth. Chase, eyes glassy and unfocused, latched on like a starving slut—lips sealed tight around Jimmy’s thick shaft, tongue swirling passionately, slurping wet and eager despite the tears (from all the throat stimulation) streaking his flushed cheeks.
Jimmy’s thighs tensed, breath hitching. “Fuck—slow down, bitch—don’t wanna nut yet, gotta wreck that ass first. Stop sucking!”
But Chase was too far gone, dizzy and drugged, moaning around the meat in his throat as he bobbed harder, hollowing his cheeks in desperate worship. Well fuck me-it was clear that Chase was enjoying every second of this. He really WAS a total cock slut.
“Shit—fuck—no—!” Jimmy groaned, hips jerking involuntarily. “Ahh, fuck, I’m cumming…holy shitttt….ughhhh…ARgHhggg—take it, you greedy little fag! FUCKKK!” His balls drew up and he erupted with a guttural roar, thick ropes blasting straight down Chase’s throat.
Chase gagged, swallowing reflexively as Jimmy yanked free mid-orgasm—hot spurts arcing across the 18 year old athlete’s handsome face, painting his cheeks, nose, and parted lips in sticky white streaks.
Jimmy panted, laughing shakily. “Goddamn… couldn’t hold it with you sucking like that.” He backed up and then slumped lazily in a nearby beanbag chair to catch his breath.
Vince now had Chase all to himself, his well known sex skills shining as he made Chase beg. I knew Vince was talented from all those stories and made sure to film every second of this. “Tell the camera you love being a frat fag.”
Chase, broken and mucus-covered, whimpered, “I… I love it…”
Vince uncuffed Chase, letting the fucked out 18 year old stretch out his arms finally.
Vince’s powerful frame loomed over Chase, his half-Irish, half-Latino heritage etched in every chiseled line—dark hair tousled, golden-brown skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and those perfect six-pack abs flexing with each controlled breath. Chase lay sprawled beneath him on the rumpled sheets, head lolling slightly, eyes glassy and unfocused from the haze of whatever had been slipped into his system earlier. His limbs felt heavy, thoughts drifting in a warm, dizzy fog, but every nerve ending still sparked alive under Vince’s touch.
I kept the camera steady, capturing every intimate detail as Vince leaned down, cupping Chase’s flushed face with surprising gentleness. Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss—Vince’s tongue sliding in possessively yet tenderly, coaxing soft, muffled whimpers from Chase even through the drugged daze. Vince’s hands roamed with expert care, tracing the lean planes of Chase’s chest, thumbs circling his sensitive nipples until they pebbled hard. Chase arched instinctively, a low moan escaping into Vince’s mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Vince murmured against Chase’s lips, voice husky with desire. He shifted them into missionary, settling between Chase’s parted thighs. With deliberate slowness, he pressed inside—inch by thick inch—filling Chase completely. Chase’s breath hitched, body trembling as pleasure cut through the fog. Vince rocked gently at first, hips rolling in a sensual rhythm, never breaking the kiss. Their tongues tangled, wet and hungry, while Vince’s fingers continued their worship: pinching and rolling those pert nipples, then drifting lower to cradle Chase’s cute, tight balls, massaging them with feather-light strokes that made Chase gasp and writhe.
The pace built gradually. Vince’s mouth left Chase’s lips to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, then lower still. He licked a slow, deliberate path across Chase’s collarbone, then latched onto a nipple, sucking gently while his hand wrapped around Chase’s leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Chase’s moans grew louder, more desperate…broken pleas spilling out as the dizziness only amplified every sensation.
Vince pulled back just enough to flip them onto their sides, spooning Chase from behind while staying buried deep. One arm wrapped around Chase’s waist, hand splaying across those taut abs; the other reached between Chase’s legs, fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind his balls before sliding up to stroke his shaft again. Vince thrust steadily now—deep, grinding rolls that hit just right—while he nuzzled Chase’s neck, whispering filthy praises. His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of Chase’s ear, then dipping lower to lick slow circles over the pulse point that made Chase shudder violently.
Chase came first—sudden and hard—body locking up as ropes of cum spilled over Vince’s skilled fingers. Vince didn’t stop, murmuring encouragement, kissing Chase’s shoulder through the aftershocks. He kept the rhythm sensual, unhurried, drawing out every tremor until Chase was whimpering again, oversensitive yet craving more.
Only then did Vince push Chase toward a second peak. His hand worked faster on Chase’s cock, slick with release, while his hips snapped with more purpose…still passionate, still reverent.
Vince licked a stripe up Chase’s neck, tasting salt and heat, then captured his mouth in another consuming kiss. Chase shattered a second time, crying out into Vince’s lips as his body clenched around the thick length inside him.
Vince followed soon after, groaning low as he pulsed deep inside, hips stuttering through the waves. He held Chase close afterward, still buried, pressing soft kisses to his temple, his cheek, his slack mouth—tender even in the aftermath.
I zoomed in slowly, filming the way their sweat-slicked bodies stayed tangled, Vince’s hand still gently stroking Chase’s side, soothing him through the lingering haze. It was raw, intense, and achingly sensual—Vince’s skill on full display, turning even this drugged surrender into something profoundly erotic.
Vince shifted, straddling Chase’s heaving chest, his sweat-slicked abs pressing down as he gripped his thick, throbbing cock. Chase’s handsome face—high cheekbones smeared with dried cum, spit, and mucus from the earlier gangbang—gazed up dazedly through the haze. Vince stroked himself with deliberate, firm pulls, veins bulging, tip glistening. His breaths quickened, muscles tensing,
Vince’s final strokes grew urgent, his thick cock pulsing in his fist. He aimed deliberately, unleashing powerful jets that painted Chase’s handsome face in fresh, glistening white—thick ropes streaking from forehead to chin, pooling in the hollows of his perfect cheeks, dripping over swollen lips already crusted with old loads. The new cum mingled obscenely with the dried layers of spit, mucus, and earlier gangbang seed, turning Chase’s sharp handsome features into a slick, ruined mask of pure debauchery. Every spurt emphasized his total surrender, marking him unmistakably as a dripping, cum-hungry frat whore slut.
Warm spurts mixed with the crusted mess, dripping down in creamy rivulets, turning Chase’s features into a glistening, debauched masterpiece. Vince groaned, milking every last drop.
By the end, Chase was a wrecked mess on the floor, ass leaking cum, face slick with mucus, spit, and jizz. Jake, true to form, came a third time jerking over him.
After Jake finished up, we all high fived. Most of us had taken plenty of video to memorialize our conquest of the All American 18 year old jock, and we could all go to bed feeling proud and secure in our raw masculinity.
As the other guys left, I pulled Chase up to his knees by the hair. I ran a finger across his perfect angular face, which was now coated in drying cum and spit loogies.
“Good boy,” I said, reaching down uncuffing his neck finally. As I did so, he immediately started jacking his cock, even though he was so drugged out and fuck drunk he seemed barely awake. Just in a sexual haze of sorts.
To my suprise, Chase started to beg for MORE, even in his drunken, drug hazed state.
“P-please… Doug… more cock… need it… fill my ass agin… p-p-please…” His words slurred, dizzy and desperate, hips twitching as he pumped himself frantically.
I was a bit impressed he remembered my name. Guess I gave him a pretty memorable fix down haha. Still, I shook my head no. “Dude, no. You had enough tonight. Greedy little slut.”
Whimpering, the handsome, athletic jock shoved two fingers into his sloppy hole, fucking himself in rhythm with his fist. “Mouth then… stuff my mouth… need your cock… please…”
Well this was just pathetic. A few hours ago I had pegged this dude to be a straight alpha male. Like, a full on stud…handsome, confident, muscular. And now? Just a pathetic faggot desperate for endless cock. I let him beg a moment longer, voice cracking, then stepped forward and pressed my bare, sweaty foot against his lips.
“Worship this instead.”
His eyes rolled back as he opened wide, tongue lapping greedily at my dirty sole, sucking toes like they were the cock he craved. The filthy devotion pushed him over…his body seized, cock spurting again as he screamed around my foot, muffled, raw pleasure tearing through him. I laughed as I saw him approaching another orgasm.
Chase’s body, still glistening with sweat, every cut muscle in his eighteen-year-old athletic frame tensed and trembling, convulsed hard as the orgasm ripped through him. His thick thighs locked, abs clenching into sharp ridges, pecs jumping with each violent shudder. His cock, red and swollen from being milked all night, pulsed weakly in his fist; only a few pathetic, watery droplets of cum dribbled out, splattering onto his already filthy abs and the floor below. He was truly fucked out, drained dry, nothing left but raw, electric pleasure.
“Oh fuuuck… yes… oh FUCK YES!” he wailed, voice cracking into a hoarse, desperate scream. “Fuck—yes—yes—FUCK YESSS!”
Chase’s orgasm kept going. The pathetic, beautiful, slutty, jock stud screamed around my foot, the sound raw and broken: “Fuuuck—oh fuck YES! Doug—fuck—cumming—ahhh God YES!” Groans turned to desperate, animal howls, his whole athletic frame convulsing in wave after wave, utterly helpless and lost to the pleasure, reduced to a trembling, spent mess. How low could this former alpha male jock fall.
The words dissolved into broken, animal groans—deep, guttural moans spilling from his throat as his head thrashed side to side, spit flying, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. His hips jerked uncontrollably, toes curling, every inch of that prime jock physique seizing and releasing in waves while he rode the last shattering crest, still sucking my toes like they were the only thing tethering him to reality.
Chase had probably cum so many times tonight and I noticed that only a few droplets of jizz spurted out of his this time. Dude was truly fucked out.
I used a toe to pick up the couple of droplets then rubbed them over Chase’s forehead, adding to the collection of cum stains plastered alll over his perfect All-American face.
“Now go night night like a good slutboi and sleep it off, faggot” I gently pushed Chase over with my foot and he collapsed, totally spent and passed out. I felt proud, that I, Doug McMillan was the one to make Chase tremble and moan and orgasm like that, all just by sticking my foot in his pretty little mouth. I got hard again from that, but knew I needed to hit the hay.
As i tuned around and headed upstairs, I looked back for a sec. Chase drifted off to a very peaceful appearing sleep. I saw Jimmy lingering behind, dragging Chase’s sleeping naked form (still so muscular and athletic and sexy, even when completely covered in dried cum, sweat and mucus) towards the bathroom. Ole Jimbo was probably gonna to fuck him one last time. Jeez, Jimmy was such a horndog, going back for seconds after that long gangbang tonight.
More to come! At least one more chapter featuring Chase before shifting the focus to Matt getting his Karma and finally getting the downward spiral he deserves. Please shoot me an email if you have any comments or suggestions.
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