A few weeks had slipped by since the locker room tangle with Tyler and the others, and the dorm life had settled into a rhythm that felt both familiar and charged. Jacob and Cade settled on a steady groove; but always with an electric undercurrent. Shared jogs left them breathless and glistening, sweat-slicked shirts clinging to their sculpted bodies, followed by stolen glances following the post-run showers while toweling off. Study marathons stretched into the night, a duel of pent-up desire and self-control driving both of them to split their focus between studies, practice, and trying to keep pheromones in check.
They’d only barely grazed each other’s hands since that steamy afternoon at the gym locker room. With the initial hysteria around the discovery of his Omega abilities now passed, Jacob learned what it felt like when his pheromones were overactive. He had a basic sense of what it meant to leave the room at the right time or warn someone off. It wasn’t control, really, but it afforded him a measure of self-preservation.
Jacob still thought about the last time with Cade sometimes, remembering the feeling of riding a trio of cocks before landing on him, not even sure which cock belonged to which stud. And then that final ride, locked in Cade’s arms, his teeth nipping at Jacob’s earlobe, his engorged dick plumping even further with each successive pump until Jacob was sure he’d never be able to pull out. Just the thought almost released a mist of pheromones, but he took three long breaths in and out, and the moment passed.
The semester was slowly grinding them down. It wasn’t just looming mid-terms and flaring biology messing up their focus, there were more real, pressing demands.
Jacob slammed his locker shut in the dorm's cramped communal bathroom, the metallic clang echoing off the tiled walls like a punctuation to his frustration. The mid-semester housing fee was due in three days, and his scholarship, only meant to cover basics, had dried up faster than a sprint finish. Books, track gear, the occasional protein shake; it all added up, leaving his account hovering at a pathetic twenty bucks. Cade wasn't faring better, sprawled on his bed across the room, textbooks splayed open but unread, his muscular frame tense under the thin sheet. The Alpha's broad shoulders rose and fell with a sigh that spoke volumes.
"Dude, we're fucked," Jacob muttered, toweling off after a lukewarm shower that did nothing to wash away the stress. His lean runner's body glistened faintly, abs flexing as he yanked on boxers, cock swinging heavy between toned thighs, boxers barely able to stretch over his thick, cakey ass; a reminder of the Omega biology that both blessed and cursed him. "Scholarship's a joke. No pay, just 'prestige.' How the hell are we eating next week?"
Cade sat up, cock twitching as he watched Jacob dress, rubbing his stubbled jaw, dark eyes flickering with reluctance. The football jock's chest strained his tank top, pecs defined from endless drills, but even that powerhouse physique couldn't lift their spirits. "I... might have an idea. But it's a little out there.”
He slapped a crumped flyer onto the bed in front of him. Jacob picked it up, running one hand through his damp hair.
“Frat house theme party entertainment?” he asked.
“One of the frats, Delta Sigma whatever, they’re to host an Alpha and Omega ‘theme party.’ They’re offering ten k to anyone who can come prepared to offering the right ‘services.’ Three guesses on what services they’re looking for.”
Jacob paused as he bent over to pull on his jeans, brow furrowing. "Services? I don’t suppose they mean you’ll tutor in classics while bench-pressing their kegs?"
A flush crept up Cade's neck, his massive cock twitching visibly under the sheet at the memory of the last time Jacob was bent over with his sculpted ass in Cade’s face. "Strike one. You don’t pay ten grand for skits and local theater. They can’t exactly openly advertise on campus they’re looking for an orgy, but… they’re looking for an orgy.
Jacob's stomach twisted, a mix of revulsion and that traitorous Omega spark igniting low in his gut. After the clinic nightmare, the gym frenzy, helping Elena and Alex—it was one thing to stumble into chaos, another to dive in for cash. "You're shitting me. They do realize if we show up, they’re all going to end up fucking each other, right? And they’re for sure all going to have to take a load from you. I’ve heard Delta Sigma Rho is nuts, but this is a nut in each of their asses.”
“Yup. Everyone will be neck deep in cock and cum. If they don’t realize it now, they’ll figure it out pretty quickly. In all seriousness, we’re going to have to have a chat beforehand so they realize what they’re signing up for, and maybe to renegotiate a better rate.”
Jacob looked up as he pulled on a shirt. “You’re serious? You want to do this? Can you even cum that much in one go? I mean I’ve see you drop a bucket of cum, but this is another level.”
“I think so. Might be running on fumes by the end, but so long as there’s only ten or so of them, I think I can make it work. Plus you, of course,” he said with a wink.
Heat stirred in Jacob’s belly. The thought twisted, a thrilling rush mixed with a shy recoil. The semester’s hookups had piled up, Elena’s drenched pussy and heaving tits, Marcus’ battering ram cock, the four loads from the four lads in the locker room, but this was something different both in scale and meaning. Those had been accidents, or requests, he’d never sold his ass before. He didn’t know how he felt about it.
“What if things spiral? Our combination will turn them into animals. What if they get violent? What if word leaks, or the Dean finds out? We could both lose our scholarships.” It was Jacob’s final objection. He was arguing with himself as much as Cade. His ass was already just a little bit damp, his hole getting ready for a fuck that was still days away.
“You think a dozen frat bros are going to want to share with the world they all had a bunch of dicks in their mouths? I think they’d be in as much trouble as we would.”
Defeated, Jacob slumped down onto his bed.
“Okay. Make the call, figure out the details. I’ll do it. So long as they’re all aware what will happen, and so long as you are in charge.”
Fire swelled in Cade’s chest. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Jacob, and he’d make sure every one of those little trust fund frat fucks knows that when this happens, they’d no longer be in Delta Sigma Rho. For one night, they’d all be brothers of Alpha Omega Fuck You.
*
The frat house loomed on the edge of campus like a colonial beast, Greek letters gleaming under porch lights. Plastic cups littered the lawn, freshmen in ill-fitting polos hauled kegs inside, still at the bottom of the pecking order even having just squeaked in past their pledge period.
Frat president Brock greeted them at the door. Tall, blond, with a lacrosse build and a smirk that screamed entitlement with a trust fund to match it, he waved them inside with a beer in one hand. Inside, the air was thick with Axe body spray and cheap beer. The walls vibrated with bass from speakers, a low techno pulse that seemed designed to put on a trance. But the main room was cleared, a sea of cushions and low tables hinting at the night's agenda.
Behind Brock was a knot of frat brothers, all wearing the same shirt with their Greek letters emblazoned on them and their names printed underneath. A bonding gift for them to all know each other better following Rush Week. Cade wasn’t sure how they’d all look stained with cum, but it was nice to know everyone’s name before his stuck his dick in their holes.
“We sure these two can deliver?” Hank grumbled.
"Cade, my man," Brock boomed, pushing past Brock and clapping the Alpha's shoulder hard enough to make Jacob wince. "Can’t believe you landed an Omega for this shindig. One of these numbnuts is a math major and could probably calculate the odds of this happening. But it’s well worth the fifteen g’s. Already paid you half, and here’s the rest.”
Cade took the envelope from Brock, thumbing quickly through the bills and then slipping it into his back pocket. He wasn’t worried about anyone taking it. By the time the night was over, he’d be the only one able to move.
Brock smiled. “Okay you two, I’ll let you get prepared. Make sure everyone here has a good time.”
They slipped into a side pantry first, the door barely latching before Cade pinned Jacob against a cabinet, mouths crashing in a frenzy of teeth and tongue. Hands roamed urgent; Jacob palming the heavy swell in Cade’s jeans, stroking through denim until it throbbed hot. They barely heard the muffled voices on the other side of the door as they worked each other to activate Jacob’s Rut.
Cade growled, nipping Jacob’s neck. Heat radiated off him, Alpha presence filling the space.
Jacob’s heart pounded as he unzipped Cade’s pants and caught his thickening shaft as gravity pulled it toward the earth. Their hands moved in sync. Jacob's cock jumped at the first stroke, pre-cum beading as Cade's grip tightened, rough and sure. “Fuck, missed this,” Jacob gasped, his own hand sliding over Cade's massive length, veins pulsing under his fingers. They jerked in tandem, breaths syncing, eyes locked.
“Holy shit Jake… are you even bigger?” Cade said as he tightened his grip on Jacob’s cock.
Jacob felt his cock surge even harder than before, until it was almost painful.
“Yeah, just a little bit. Professor said if someone takes enough Alpha cum, it starts to change their…”
He stopped as he felt his Omega Rut start to stir, a warm coil in his gut unfurling, slick gathering at his hole, pheromones leaking sweet and heady into the air.
Cade groaned, hips bucking. “Shit, Jake—your scent... it's hitting me.” His Heat ignited like dry tinder, cock swelling harder, balls drawing tight. They pumped faster, thumbs swiping slits, until Cade snarled, yanking a half-empty wine glass from a side table. “Gonna cum.” He aimed, ropes of thick Alpha seed erupting into the red liquid, swirling milky white. Jacob followed seconds later, spilling over Cade's fist, his Rut pheromones spiking sharp and irresistible.
Cade swirled the glass, the mixture potent now—his cum laced with Jacob's essence. “This ought to get their motors running.” He tucked himself away, smirking despite the flush on his cheeks. They stepped out, Brock waiting with expectant eyes. Cade handed it over. “Share it. All of you.”
Brock passed the glass around as each brother took a gulp and passed it on. They slapped each other’s backs and laughed, not sure what to expect other than a good time. But the shift came fast. Cheeks bloomed red, breaths ragged, crotches tenting fabric. Whines escaped, shirts peeled to bare torsos—Hank's furred expanse, Pete's doughy rolls, Riley's smooth planes.
Cade and Jacob breached the threshold, their aura detonating. Pheromones crashed, a suffocating veil of raw want. Eyes snapped to them, mouths agape, cocks throbbing visibly. 'Holy–' Jax choked, but it warped to a guttural need as he clawed his fly.
Pandemonium unleashed. Cade closed his eyes and breathed through it all, not letting Jacob’s pheromones drive him to madness. To be an Alpha was to rise above the beasts of the room who rutted and presented their asses to be fucked. He held the reins amidst the stampede. He knew it was his duty to mark every one of them, or their suffering would go on. Brock lunged first, grabbing for Cade’s cock in a desperate attempt to suck it, but Cade flipped him over the sectional, pants shoved to his ankles, lanky legs splayed, his freckled ass taught and clenching.
“I’ll take your ass first, trust-fundy,” Cade growled, hawking spit to glaze his tip before breaching, the ring yielding with a yelp. Brock's channel gripped fierce, Cade's hips driving home, flesh smacking in brutal cadence. He needed to be efficient. With ten of them to fuck plus Jacob, he knew making them wait too long would drive them to madness and desperation. Keeping them safe from their own desires was all part of the services at Alpha & Omega Fuck Inc.
Around them, chaos erupted. It was everything Jacob had warned them about. They were all half-naked, concerned only with freeing their cocks and pawing at each other’s asses, not bothering to completely undress. When he looked up, Pete was in front of him, his Rut-fueled erection rigid and dripping. Pete stepped into him, pulling Jacob’s mouth into a rough kiss, the stocky weightlifter’s stubble rubbing across his face like sandpaper. Pete pulled him back until he tripped over a bean bag and they both fell into it. Jacob landed with his face right in front of Pete’s stubby, girthy rod. He braced himself on Pete’s thighs and swallowed the thick dick, welcoming the salty tang on his tongue. Pete’s gut shook as he bucked up into Jacob’s mouth.
Jacob felt hands on his hips from behind. Jax, the wiry freshman only a few weeks past being a pledge, parted Jacob’s cheeks and rubbed his cock across Jacob’s hole, pausing only a moment before nudging in, breaching with a pop that made Jacob moan around Pete’s length. Jacob’s Omega slicked hole welcomed Jax with a flood of pheromones, greasing Jax’s cock and sending the kid into overdrive.
Cade pounded Brock relentlessly, hips snapping, the couch creaking under the assault. Brock's hole clenched, milking him, ass cheeks rippling with each plunge. 'Fuck—deeper,' Brock begged, fisting his own cock. Cade obliged, angling to grind his prostate, until Brock spasmed, cum splattering the cushions. Cade followed, burying balls-deep, hot jets flooding the spasming channel, marking him inside out. He pulled out with a wet schlick, seed dribbling down Brock's thighs, and moved on. Hank, the towering linebacker built like a tank waited for him. Already bent over the arm of the chair next to the couch, his massive ass, like two Christmas hams next to each other, shook as he tried to get Cade’s attention.
“Please Cade,” he said, furiously jerking his average cock. “You can’t leave me like this, fuck me.”
Cade knew Hank. He was a backup linebacker, but they’d been in practice together dozens of times since the start of the season. They’d passed each other in the locker room, seen each other in the shower. And for the rest of the season, Hank would look at Cade and know he owned Hank’s ass. Cade mounted him quickly, the linebacker’s bulk shuddering as the intrusion split him wide, his walls vice-like around the invasion.
The Alpha looked around the room as the mass of writhing bodies. Every hole was claimed, cocks shuttling in and out of mouths, asses, hands, without pause. Tim, the chubby frat brother with soft curves, lay on his back in the center of the room, legs hooked over Dylan’s shoulders, average in every way but with a fierce look in his eyes as he plowed Tim’s plush, bouncy rear, yielding wet slaps as he pushed and pushed. Tim’s moans were stifled as his empty mouth was filled with another cock, slender and curved, gagging him with rhythmic thrusts. He looked down, dazed, to see a third brother latching onto his own leaking dick, sucking the pre-cum from his slit. His world was reduced to animal sensations; a stretched ass, bulging throat, cock engulfed by a guy he shared a room with and would never look at the same.
Jacob flowed through the room, his body a conduit for the chaos. Jax filled his ass with a guttural groan, his cum warm and sticky, but Jax was gone only for a moment before Riley, the smooth twink with a long cock, buried himself to the hilt in Jacob, pleased to use Jax’s cum as another layer of lube. Jacob happily rocked back, meeting his every thrust with a loud slap as their skin met. Pete pulled Jacob forwarding, bringing Riley with him, until Jacob was mounted just above Pete’s girthy cock. He’d never taken two at once before, though he’d taken some cocks thick enough to be two. Riley pulled out just long enough for the two frat bros to join forces and push in together. Jacob cried out, it reminded him of the moment Marcus’ monster cock invaded his hole, but this was different. This time he was in control, his hands planted on Pete’s burly chest, back arched to rub against Riley’s diamond cutter nipples, grinding against their cocks with his plump ass. He slammed his ass down on their cocks with a savage push, eliciting cries from both of them as Riley came. The twink pulled out, leaving Jacob to work Pete’s cock.
Cade methodically claimed them one by one. The linebacker yielded with a roar, his massive frame quaking as Cade's cock speared him. Cade's thrusts were piston-like, sweat dripping down his back, balls slapping heavy against the guy's taint. 'Take it all,' Cade grunted, fingers digging bruises into meaty hips. The brother came untouched, ropes arcing high, and Cade unloaded, seed pumping deep, overflowing as he withdrew. On to the next, Jax, his eyes closed as he sucked a thick cock and pumped another in each hand, scrambling onto all fours. Cade mounted him rough, the angle brutal, prostate battered until Jax sobbed pleasure, cum puddling beneath him. Cade's release followed, thick and copious.
Jacob lost count of the cocks he'd taken and given. One moment, he was on his knees, two dicks in his mouth, thick and veiny, stretching lips wide, pre-cum coating his tongue as they dueled for space. Then a hand yanked his hair, pulling him off to impale his ass on a waiting lap; the chubby Tim, surprisingly hung, bottoming out with a squelch. Jacob rode hard, prostate singing, while sucking off Marco’s bushy cock, whose thick length hit the back of his throat just right.
The air reeked of musk and cum, pheromones so thick it clung to skin like fog. Grunts and slaps echoed—wet flesh on flesh, mouths slurping, asses clenching. One brother turned from sucking dick to find a cock nudging his lips unannounced; he opened wide, throat relaxing as it slid home. Another paused mid-thrust, only for a new partner to mount him from behind, turning top to bottom in a heartbeat. Jacob felt it all: the burn of multiple loads in his gut, slick mixing with seed, his own cock erupting hands-free into a waiting mouth, only to harden again under the Rut's command.
Cade saved Jacob for last, his control fraying at the edges. He'd filled all ten frat asses now. Each one tighter, hotter, the effort tolling on his body despite the thrill. His balls ached, cock raw but insistent, Heat demanding completion. The room was a battlefield of spent and spending bodies: brothers collapsed in heaps, cum-smeared and gasping, holes gaping, mouths slack with drool and seed. Jacob was in the center, on his back atop a pile of cushions, legs spread wide as the last two brothers tag-teamed him, one in his ass, pounding erratic, the other in his mouth, hips stuttering toward release.
Cade shoved them aside gently but firmly, their cocks popping free with whines of protest. “He's mine now.” Jacob's eyes met his, hazy with lust but sharpening at the sight. “Cade...”
The muscled Alpa knelt down, hauling Jacob's hips up, cock aligning with the sloppy, cum-filled hole. “Gonna breed you proper.” He sank in slow, the way eased by the mess, breaching slow, inch by velvet inch til it was seated flush. The feel of Cade’s thighs against his ass drew a guttural moan from both. Cade thrust deliberate, savoring the grip, the way Jacob arched, nails raking his arms. “So fucking good, better than all of 'em.” Jacob clenched, milking him, his own cock trapped between sweat and cum-slick abs, sliding with friction.
They moved together, Cade's pace building from measured to feral, hips slamming, the obscene squelch of seed displaced filling the air. Jacob's legs wrapped his waist, heels digging in, urging deeper. “Fill me, please. You know what I need,” Jacob begged around a gasp, and Cade did, roaring as his knot swelled, locking them, pulses of cum jetting hot and endless into Jacob's core. Jacob came with him, spurting between them, body shuddering in waves.
The orgy sputtered out after that, bodies slumping into exhausted piles. The frat brothers lay scattered. Brock curled on the couch, ass leaking; the linebacker snoring softly, chest heaving; Tim and Jax tangled in a cum-soaked embrace. Whispers of “what the fuck was that?” and “how much cum did I swallow?” meant a pile of happy customers to Cade as he pulled Jacob from the pile of bodies. They excused themselves to the bathroom, cleaned up, and dressed before leaving the brothers to a well-earned rest, a thick wad of cash still safely secured in Cade’s back pocket.
Outside, cool early winter air hit their sweat drenched clothes as they stepped out onto the wide front porch. Cade wiped a hand across his sweat-slicked brow, the frat house's sticky air clinging to his skin like a memory. Jacob leaned against the porch railing, legs shaky from the marathon fuck-fest, cum still leaking down his thighs in lazy trails. The night had been a blur of throbbing cocks, greedy mouths, and pheromone-fueled frenzy.
"That was... wild," Cade admitted, voice gravelly, pulling Jacob close. Their bodies pressed, heat lingering, but exhaustion won out. "I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy a lot of that, but I’d also be lying if I didn’t say I’m totally exhausted. My dick is rubbed raw. I need a breather.”
Jacob nodded, nuzzling Cade's neck, inhaling his familiar musk. "Yeah, the cash was clutch, but it wrecked me. I’m going to be leaking cum for a week after that. It was hot, don’t get me wrong, but I need a break from that; a long one. Holiday break's coming thank god; we head home soon."
Cade's arm tightened around him. "Home. Mom's gonna stuff me with pie, Dad'll grill me on football. I’m just looking forward to how boring and normal it’ll be; awkward family dinners, nosy questions about college life. No pheromones turning every room into a orgy pit. You?"
"Small town vibes," Jacob said, smirking. "Folks asking if I'm eating enough, sister's prying about girls, or this year, maybe guys. I’m just looking forward to turkey comas and hooking up with old friends."
“Hooking up?” Cade said with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, I meant hanging out. But if I’ve learned anything this semester it’s to expect the unexpected. Maybe the turkey won’t be the only thing getting stuffed.”
They chuckled, linking hands, and started the walk back to the dorm under starlit campus paths, the night's echoes fading into quiet anticipation.
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