Nate was slumped next to me on Jace's bed, jockstrap soaked, chest heaving, eyes glassy from the poppers and the orgasm he didn't want to admit he'd just had. His hole was still twitching. A little red. A little slick. Not that I was trying to pay too much attention. But clearly it had been worked on hard. Jace's fingers and tongue had done a number on it. God, everything in the room had the stench of sweat, cum, and lube.
I wasn't in much better shape. My ass still throbbed from earlier, jock clinging to my sticky thighs. Jace stood at the foot of the bed, cock hard, grinning like he'd just won a fucking championship. "Let's see how much I can tongue your hole before you beg for something more."
Nate's head snapped up. His spent face caught between overstimulation and defensiveness. "Fuck that, J. No more games, you freak." He tried to laugh to regain composure. Pushed himself up on his elbows. Started to swing his legs over the bed to act normal again. "You cheated, anyway. You kept changing the rules."
Jace didn't flinch. Just stepped closer, blocking Nate's path. "Aww. Princess running away already? I thought you were tougher than our little bitch Carter." He shot me a glance, eyes gleaming with tickled menace. "He took it like a slut and didn't bail. You gonna let him out-bro you, bro?"
What a manipulative fucker.
I snorted, despite the twitch in my gut. "Yeah, Nate, don't pussy out now. I mean c'mon, dude. You did cum like a bitch." I was talking shit to save face, but part of me wanted to see him crack further. Spread the humiliation around. More the merrier. No homo, of course. My own resistance was crumbling and seeing Nate fight made me feel less alone in it, I guess.
Nate glared at me like he was about to clench a fist. "Fuck you, Carter. You're the one who folded quick like a bitch." He turned to Jace, voice hard but wavering. "I'm not a bottom. Never have been. You got your little finger demo. But there's no way I'm begging for dick. Not yours. Not anyone's. You want to worship my asshole like a sub? Go ahead. I won't crack. Then I'm gonna use you however I want." Nate smiled like a real asshole.
Jace raised an eyebrow and tossed the lube bottle back onto the bed. "Big talk for a guy whose hole's still winking at me." He grabbed the poppers from the nightstand, stirring the bottle in his fingers. "Fine. Five minutes, my tongue, no begging. I'll buy you both beers. I'll go full sub." Then he stared like an angry prick right into Nate's eyes. "But if you so much as whimper, you're taking some big fingers again. And I'll wait until you ask for it."
Nate's jaw tightened, but he didn't back down. "Deal. Carter, time it."
I tried to catch Nate's eye to maybe signal that this wasn't such a good idea. I didn't like where this was going. Then again, I didn't want to get a reputation as a bitch by anyone in the frat. I grabbed my phone and kept myself propped on the bed. My dick started stirring again despite myself. "OK. OK. Got it. Five minutes, starting when he. You know. Touches you."
Nate hesitated, eyes darting to the door again, then back to Jace. "This is fucked, man." But he climbed back onto the bed, slow, reluctant, settling on all fours, jockstrap still framing his ass. His muscles were tense, quads flexing, like he was bracing for a fight. "Just your tongue. No funny business." I swore Nate was wiggling his boy butt a little bit. Just a tiny bit. Like an offering.
Jace knelt behind him, hands prying Nate's cheeks slowly apart, exposing that pink slick perfect hole. "Relax, big man. Just a little rimming 101." He leaned in, breath hot on Nate's skin, and dragged his tongue flat across the rim. The motion was purposefully slow and deliberate.
"Start," I said, hitting the timer. Nate's body jerked, but he bit down hard, silent, gripping the sheets. Jace's tongue moved in circles, teasing the edges, not diving in yet. Thirty seconds in, Nate's breathing was heavy. But he held it together. Not a single sound.
"Damn, Nate," I said, leaning closer, phone in hand. "You're tougher than I was. He had me moaning by now."
"Shut it, Carter," Nate growled, voice tight. But his hole twitched under Jace's tongue, betraying him. At one minute, Jace flicked the tip of his tongue right at the center, quick and sharp. Nate's thighs shook, a low grunt almost slipping out before he caught it.
"Fuck, that's a noise," Jace murmured against his ass, not stopping. "Doesn't count as begging, though. Keep fighting, bro."
"Wasn't a noise, asshole," Nate snapped, voice strained.
"No, babe, it's your asshole," Jace reminded him as he plunged back in. I could see Nate's cock was hard again, straining the jock. "Two minutes," I called, my own dick twitching at the sight. Was Nate's resistance fully crumbling, just like mine had?
Jace upped the ante, tongue pressing harder, circling tighter, then dipping just inside. Nate's whole body tensed, a stifled murmur stuck in his throat. He slammed a fist into the bed. "Fuck, Jace, calm it down."
"Still not begging," Jace taunted, pulling back to blow cool air on Nate's wet hole, making it clench. "Three minutes. You're doing good, big boy. Tougher than our pussy boy over here did."
Why was I the pussy boy now? I was a total top like the rest of them. I mean at least like Nate. The reframing was happening in real time and my title was being demoted in front of me and I wasn't even doing anything to defend it.
I shot Jace a glare but kept timing. Joked back to seem fine. "He's right, Nate. I was gone by now." I was egging him on, half to fuck with him, half because I wanted him to break. It would make it less shameful for me, to be honest. I didn't want this evening getting rewritten where I was the only sub.
Nate's face was red, sweat dripping. "I'm not like you, Carter. I'm not." He cut off as Jace dove back in, tongue plunging deeper, lapping with purpose. Nate's hips shifted, just a fraction, pushing back before he caught himself. "Fuck. Four minutes."
Jace hummed against his hole. The vibration made Nate's breath hitch loud. His cock was leaking again, a bead of pre-cum dangling from the jock's pouch. "One minute left," I said, voice low, my own body buzzing from the tension.
Nate was shaking, fists white-knuckling the sheets. "You're not getting me, bro. I'm not begging." But his voice was thin, cracking. His hole was opening under Jace's tongue really wide now. Obviously greedy for more of something.
"Time," I called. But Jace didn't stop. Instead he sucked hard on the rim, tongue flicking inside. Nate let out a sharp "Fuuuucck" with his body arching, cock pulsing.
"Close, but no beg," Jace said, pulling back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn't reach for the glove or the lube. Instead his hand wrapped around his thick, hard cock, pulling it free from his shorts. It sprang out, hot and throbbing, demanding attention. "New deal, Nate. I'm done with the fingers. They don't count. This does."
Nate's eyes, already glassy, locked onto the monumental length of Jace's cock. He panted, collapsing to his elbows, ass still up. "What. What's the deal?"
Jace smirked, his cock pulsing in his hand. "Two minutes. My cock tip only. I'll rub this big head right on your rim, but I won't go in. No begging for my dick, and I'll suck you off right now, in front of Carter. Fair?"
I sucked in a sharp breath. The ante had just jumped from humiliation to full-blown temptation.
Nate swallowed hard, defiance warring with the undeniable pull of his twitching hole. "You're a fucking snake, Jace. Fine. Two minutes, you dick. No begging for cock, then you give me a world-class blowjob that makes me cum."
"Deal," Jace said, grabbing the poppers. "Inhale, bro. You'll need it."
Nate took a deep hit, head swimming. Jace tossed the lube and Nate caught it on instinct, his hand slicking his own eager ass rim. The fact that Nate was lubing his own hole for what was technically a not going in scenario was a contradiction I clocked but did not name. Jace knelt, holding his throbbing cock. The thick head, glistening with pre-cum, hovered inches from Nate's pink, wet, slightly swollen hole.
"Start," I managed, hitting the timer.
Jace brought the head of his cock down, resting it gently against the valley of Nate's ass cheeks. He didn't push. He just rubbed it slowly up and down the seam, letting the heavy ridge of the thick head drag across the sensitive skin. Nate's whole body trembled, a choked sound escaping his throat.
"That's a noise," Jace murmured, not stopping, pressing the tip tighter against the slick rim. "Not begging, fair."
Nate's hips started to twitch, pushing slightly back into the warmth of the cock head. His own erection was thick and straining in his jock. Looked like it might spill out of the pouch.
"One minute," I called, voice hoarse, my own cock hardening beyond belief in my jock. I don't think I had ever witnessed something where the tension was this electric. Like there was a referee inside Nate's body and the referee was about to get fired.
Jace pressed harder, letting the slick head gently cover Nate's hole, still not entering, just rubbing up, over, and back down, dragging the thick length across the stretched rim. Nate let out a guttural moan, burying his face in the sheets. His hands were shaking, gripping the bed as his hips worked back, fucking himself on the stationary cock head ever so slightly. Nate's hole had been so worked on for so long, it was puckering and opening. Hungry for dick.
"You want it, don't you, Nate?" Jace breathed, voice a low growl of pure dominance. "That hole is begging, even if your mouth won't say it."
"No. It's just. Fuck, Jace, it's too much," Nate whimpered.
I stopped paying attention to the timer. Meanwhile Jace let his cock press fully against the rim, giving a single gentle thrust against the virgin entrance. Nate groaned, a mix of pleasure and raw need, body convulsing as pre-cum started soaking the dirty jockstrap again. Wow.
Jace kept wiping his cock on Nate's sweaty ass crack. "One last deal. This is the final turn, I promise. Let me push my tip back in again. Just a bit, bro. You control yourself and manage not to push back on it AT ALL, and I'll let you both fuck me right here and now."
Nate's eyes burned with defiance as his hole kept twitching, empty, wanting. He looked at Jace's cock, then at me, then back at the gaping entrance of his ass. "Fine," he whispered, voice raw. "But I'm serious. I win, you bend over." I looked at Nate and nodded. He had to win now. I wanted revenge too.
Jace smirked, lubing his cock up so insanely it was like he poured out the entire bottle on his hard shaft. I started to worry a little bit. With Nate's virgin hole this wet, this played-with and teased, Jace this hard and this expert with his seductions, and that giant pole pushed up against Nate's vulnerable little boy hole, it was almost impossible not to expect some slippage. Jace just positioned himself. He didn't tease. He pushed in, slow and deliberate, until the massive head was fully past Nate's tight rim, held steady just inside the wet, stretched-out opening. Wow. I guess this was the rule but. Did this mean Nate, the biggest top bro I knew, was technically speaking, all bullshit aside, now a bottom? I mean, I wondered silently in that very second, what did constitute having one's cherry card taken? This looked pretty damned close.
I watched, heart pounding, hitting the timer. "Five minutes. Go." I knew Nate was quite possibly about to get turned out if he wasn't careful. I'm not saying he'd become a total raging bottom slut for the rest of his life or anything. But right before my eyes, at least in the next few minutes, for tonight, he might.
There goes another cocky "pure" top, a part of me feared. Hoped? I also felt a little jealous. But jealous about which of them? Surely I didn't want my hole to be the one about to be slotted deep.
Surely.
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