Caleb Goes to College

Sophomore Year - The Fraternity Faggot

I laid on my lounge chair, poolside, soaking up some of the final rays of sun before summer came to an end. I was moments from nodding off to sleep in the heat, when suddenly SPLASH, I was soaked! I sat up abruptly, just in time to see David’s head emerge from the water nearby, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” I taunted, getting up from my chair and jumping into the pool, dunking David’s head underwater in retaliation. We rough housed for a moment, but David pulled away, and I didn’t have to guess why. He had popped a boner while we felt each other’s practically naked bodies.

David and I were currently in an interesting place in our friendship, to say the least. During school last year, our two other roommates, twins James and Jake, decided to make me their faggot slave. One of their schemes involved stripping and handcuffing me to my bed during a party. A video of this hazing began circulating online, and eventually my parents notified the school. The provost met with me to discuss their investigation into things, but I learned that he is the father of the twins and was not going to let them take the blame. My parents had told the provost that David is gay, and he ran with that information, ready to expel David for harassing me. I couldn’t let this happen, so I confessed, telling the provost that I did it all to myself.

When I told David all of this, he was overcome with emotion. He was terrified by the situation, and felt awful for me, but infinitely grateful that I took the blame. He told me, in tears, that I had gone above and beyond as his friend. The twins, having just gotten away with their hazing scot-free, were extremely emboldened and continued teasing me about it. They sent the video to everyone, making sure people knew I confessed to having done it myself. For the rest of the school year, and all through summer, people have been sending me the video and teasing me about it. I try to not let it bother me, but it definitely has taken its toll on me. David feels guilty, even though I’ve told him not to, because he blames himself for not defending me from the twins or taking the blame for me. All of this is nonsense, and I don’t blame David at all. I couldn’t get through this without his support.

I have been spending most of my summer with David, at his house and pool, and hanging out around town with him. I’ve been avoiding my parents as much as possible, as I was still extremely mad at them for outing David to the school and causing them to target him for expulsion. This led to fighting, especially with my mother, and has led to an even more hectic summer. I want to just ignore it; I’m supposed to be on break, for God’s sake! David understands this and has not pressed me to talk about the video, or my parents, or the twins’ hazing in general all summer. He has also not pressed me to talk about the night that he and I had sex. Made love, really, to be more accurate. Thus, David would get horny around me, and feel like he could not initiate anything. We would get intimate, like now in the pool, but we would pull away from each other every time.

Like I said, the summer was coming to an end at this point, and David and I were planning on getting an apartment together. There was no way I was going to live in the dorm again after what all happened last year. Two days before we were supposed to meet with the landlord and sign our lease, I got a text. I rolled my eyes when I saw it was from Jake, but I opened it up anyway.

Hey faggot, we’ve missed that pussy, not that there’s been any shortage of it around us. We just can’t get enough, and our brother loved hearing all our stories about you. Can’t stop watching your video!

I left the message on read, not wanting to chat with Jake like he was my buddy. He paused when he saw I had opened the text, waited a moment, then continued.

We don’t wanna have to go through this school year without your cunt, so we decided that you’re gonna join the frat! The guys will really appreciate having a piece of fuck meat they can bust a nut into when they can’t find a bitch at the bar.

Fuck that!  I replied. I’m not going to put up with dozens of guys just like those assholes.

 Try again, faggot. We already talked to dad about it, and he thought it was a great way to reduce date rape on campus. We also convinced him to expel you if you refuse. You may have taken the blame for that video, but he could say it’s too big a distraction for everyone having you on campus this year. So, what do you say?

 I was shocked. I couldn’t believe this. They had me wrapped around their finger, blackmailing me with my education to let them fuck me for an entire year again. There was really nothing I could do. I couldn’t transfer school at this point without falling behind by a semester, and I didn’t want to leave David anyway. I wanted to stay near him. I tried to rationalize it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I was able to get used to the twins’ torment easily enough.

OK is all I replied. Jake sent a devil emoji.

I told David about the situation, and his heart dropped. He was dead set on us living together again, and I had been too. We both knew that this was going to cause the awkwardness between us to stay, which we both hated.

I waited until the last moment to drive up to Foxbury and move into the frat house. I didn’t want this year to last a second longer than it had to. I turned onto frat row and drove past five or six other fraternity houses before reaching my destination. I got out of the car and looked up at the brick building. Large Greek letters were illuminated on the façade: Alpha Sigma Epsilon. The Ace House.

As I walked up the steps, the front door flung open, and I was greeted by James and Jake, looking ornery as ever. They quickly rushed me into the house and sat me down in a chair in the back of a room full of men. It appeared that I had arrived just in time for the first chapter meeting of the semester. Everyone chatted with each other loudly, but the room grew quiet as the door near the podium opened. As if they had been trained to do so, the boys filled the room with soft, low rumblings that grew into a crescendo of cheers as their president walked through the door.

“Heeeeeere’s Johnny!”

Johnathan Cartwright II. The fraternity president, senior class member, James and Jake’s older brother, and apparently a fan of Jack Nicholson.

“Welcome home, Aces!” Johnny dove into a speech welcoming the returning frat guys back to campus for fall semester. It was all pretty standard stuff, until he got to the part about me. “Another note on the pledges, we will be accepting one less pledge than usual this year, as Things 1 and 2 have asked me to let their bitch stay with us. They’ve been generous enough to offer to share the fag, and some of you have already expressed your interest. He will officially be counted as a pledge and we will vote on his admission with the rest of the pledges later in the semester, to keep everything above board. You all WILL vote him in.” Johnny ordered, before pointing me out to everyone.

It's eerie having a few dozen heads all turn and face you at the same time. It’s even creepier when half of their eyes are filled with lust for your “pussy”, and the other half are filled with a dull, homophobic rage. It was clear to me that not everyone was keen on the idea that the Cartwright boys had cooked up.

After the meeting was adjourned, the boys scattered, most of them going down to the basement, where the partying occurred. Jake and James made a beeline for me, ready to show me my room. They helped me unload my bags from my car and I followed them up the stairs to the top, third floor.

“So,” I poked some fun at the twins. “Who’s Thing 1 and who’s Thing 2?” Apparently, they didn’t find the nicknames too funny.

“The basement has the party pit, and a few rooms for the freshies and sophs,” James explained, ignoring my comment.  “First floor is all lounges and dining and shit. Second floor has more bedrooms, it’s usually a mix of sophs and juniors. That’s where our room is. Usually, third floor is for seniors only, and the president. Johnny’s room is here at the end of the hall, on the left. You’re right across from him. Easy access.” I looked at the door frame, and immediately noticed that the boys had taken the door off the hinges. “Oh, yeah. You don’t get a door. You’re always on call. If we want you, we’re taking you. Feel free to hang some curtains or whatever over the frame though.”

I stepped into my room and looked around. It was very bare bones. A twin-size bed was pushed up against the wall, and a desk sat next to it. There was a dresser on the opposite wall. When I looked back at Jake, he had opened my duffel bag and was rifling through it and taking out my clothes, tossing them anywhere.

“Hey, what the fuck?!”

“Oh, did I not text you before? This underwear ain’t gonna fly,” Jake replied, holding up my boxers. “We want you in jockstraps all the time. Looks like you don’t have any. Guess you’ll just go commando until you buy some.” Jake grabbed the rest of my boxers, planning to take them with him when they left. “Now c’mon, faggot. You’ve kept us waiting long enough, it’s been all summer. Let us feel those dick sucking lips on our cocks.”

Jake and James sat on my bed, pulling their shorts down. I got on my knees in front of them, knowing better than to resist, and swallowed James’s meat. I sucked his cock while I stroked Jake’s, and then switched after a few minutes. I went back and forth a couple times until both boys had fed me their thick wads of cum. Without wasting a beat, they both hopped up, and told me to follow them down to the pit.

The party pit was a dark, disgusting, sticky room in the basement. The window wells had been covered to black out any sunlight from getting in, and the only lights in the room were a few dim, colored bulbs in various scattered lamps, and some string lights on the ceiling. Fridges and tables lined one wall, stocked with any alcohol you could ever want. The rest of the walls were lined with couches, and a massive stereo system playing some rap song that I had never heard before. A few beer pong tables were scattered around as well. I noticed that the floor was concrete with a floor drain in the center. A hose hung on the far wall, but it felt like the grimy floor had not been rinsed in a long time.

James handed me an entire bottle of whiskey, with another for himself, and then ditched me to go mingle with friends. I retreated to the darkest corner I could find, trying to hide from my situation and focus on the bottle in my hand, which I was sipping gingerly. Most guys kept eyeing me, usually with disgust. Some looked intrigued, but it seemed like nobody wanted to be the first to interact with me. I was fine with this. After a few short minutes of peace, someone approached me. I perked up in anticipation, before he plopped down on the couch next to me.

“Hey, I’m Amir,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. I gripped it and introduced myself. “I’m your next-door neighbor. You’ll probably see a lot of me this year. When Johnny told me what those little perverts cooked up, I had to admit I wanted in on the action.”

Amir placed one hand on my thigh and used his other to grab my wrist. When he leaned in, I could smell his cologne and Arab musk. He pulled my hand to his crotch, and I wrapped my fingers around his bulge. It felt big and was getting bigger in my hand as we spoke.

“Do you want to go up to my room, then,” I asked shyly.

“Not so fast, faggot. Aren’t you enjoying the party?”

Amir continued chatting about random stuff, as if he wasn’t still gripping my wrist and making sure I continued groping his cock. A small crowd of guys noticed him sitting with me and came to join us. To watch. Johnny, James, and Jake were all there.

“Show him your skills, cum dumpster,” James taunted. The other guys grunted and mumbled in approval of the idea, and Amir leaned back, placing his hands on his head, and flexing his biceps. I looked around at the pack of frat boys, practically drooling at the sight, then I unbuttoned Amir’s shorts and fished his meat out of them. When I say that it was a trouser snake… By far the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was at least nine inches long, and my fingers couldn’t even fully wrap around it. I had never held a cock so big. I had also never played with an uncut cock. This was going to be interesting. I dove in and got to work.

“Fuck yeah… Good boy… just like that… work the head… get under that foreskin…” Amir encouraged and guided me. I noticed that he was much gentler than the twins, never forcing me more than a light hand on the back of my neck. His cock was big enough that I could suck it and stroke it at the same time, so I gripped the base and jerked him off while I sucked on the tip. Amir took forever to cum, and my jaw was aching by the time I finally felt his seed flooding my mouth. I sat back up, wiped off my lips, and the crowd quickly dispersed now that their show was over. Apparently, they didn’t feel comfortable getting their own blowjobs in front of a crowd. “Thanks, fag. You’ve definitely got skills. Next time we’re gonna see how that pussy feels.”

Even after my public blowjob, most of the guys continued ignoring me. That is, until Johnny got their attention.

“Alright Aces! I’ve noticed we have all been a little cold toward our new guest Caleb, and that’s going to change. I assume it’s in everyone’s best interest to get to know Caleb here with a little group bonding!” Oh no, I thought to myself, as the twins came over to me and bent me over on the couch. “He’s gonna show you just how much he wants to be an ace, and you’re all going to give that tight little ass of his a warm welcome. Aren’t you excited to show these men how much you want to be one of us?” Johnny asked, holding up a wooden paddle.

The entire frat took turns swatting my ass. Johnny went first, then Amir, then the rest of the guys. I think they went by seniority. Each guy only got one smack, so each guy made it count. The ones that seemed sexually interested in me hit me hard, and the ones that seemed angry with me hit even harder. When all was said and done, my ass was red and sore, and I had tears rolling down my cheeks. This was even more painful than the twins first raping of my hole last year. I did not protest, though, as I knew what the twins had been capable of last year and did not want to find out what Johnny was capable of.

Once the paddling was over, Johnny officially “dismissed” me, and I headed back up to my room. I hadn’t showered today, so I went down the hall to the bathroom with my things and stripped down. When I walked into the shower area, I could see that the showers used to be divided by stalls, but the dividing walls had been removed.

“Lack of privacy isn’t just for your bedroom door.” I turned and saw Johnny, along with three other guys I hadn’t met yet, other than the paddling. “Aces are not ashamed of our bodies, and we don’t hide anything from each other. So, we even shower in front of each other. We also have recently decided that we fuck our faggots in front of each other.”

With that, Johnny lunged forward and tackled me to the cold, tile ground. I squirmed, but the other guys held me down while Johnny got his cock out and spat on it before shoving it into me. Luckily, he didn’t feel too hung, maybe seven inches or so. I took his fucking with some pain (it had been a few month) but got through it all right. I laid in place as the three other guys took their turns unloading into me as well. Flashbacks to Freshman year filled my mind, thoughts of the twins and David taking turns on my ass. My summer of avoiding that experience was over, and my hole was back to taking dick like my life depended on it. I thought there would be more pain, but there was surprisingly little. I even managed to get an erection, despite being pressed into the cold, gross tile floor. Eventually, the guys were finished with me.

“Thanks, cum dump,” one of them said. Another one simply spat on me, before they all left me to shower in peace. I got up and turned to face the wall, looked back to see that they had really left, and then I started jerking myself off. I don’t know what it was about all these men degrading me, but I loved it so much for some reason I couldn’t figure out. I shot the biggest load of my life all over the tile wall in front of me.

I spent the next few days getting into the groove of things. Classes started, so I was thankfully out of the frat house fairly often. When I was home, a few of the guys would want me to bottom for them or suck them off, but most of the house still avoided me, which I was perfectly happy with. Johnny’s first big task for me was to study last year’s composite photo of everyone and learn names. I was to address anyone who spoke to me as “Master (their name)”. I stared at the sea of beefcakes in the composite, and tried to keep Ryan, Tanner, Brandon, three Matt’s, and four Logan’s all straight in my mind. I did alright with this, but I also had to learn which guys had nicknames and wanted to be called by them. Some of them, like Vegas and Flash, were hard to remember. Other, like Curly, Egghead, and Red, were pretty obvious with where the names came from. I took a personal liking to Red, an Irish junior, who was chatty and kind, and had a nice, eight-inch, uncut cock in a bush of orange pubes. Between Red and Amir, I was learning that sucking uncut cock was much more fun than cut cock.

I was getting very comfortable, dare I say talented at, taking multiple cocks a day. At this point, about ten guys were using my holes consistently, with another twenty or so still giving me side eyes. The attention shifted away from me, allowing me to catch my breath once the fraternity started having events with the pledges. Most of these events involved some activity where they could judge the boys, then cut them based on different superficial traits. One task, for example, was to pair up with an upper classman, and go to the gym together. The boys made a ranking of the pledges’ lifting abilities and cut those with the lowest deadlifts.

One night, the guys hosted a pool competition. Apparently, they play a lot of pool against other frats when they go out, so you need to be good at it. One weekend, they hosted a golf tournament that also tested the pledges drinking abilities. After each hole, for every stroke you were over par, you had to drink a shot. Even the cockiest of golf players were slurring their words and missing putts by the end of the course. The winner of that competition earned the prize of paddling my ass fifty times.

Another night, a group of us went to a bar, and the task was that the pledges had to get as many girls’ numbers as possible. The catch was that I was also told to go get numbers. It was especially hard for me since most everyone had seen the compromising video of me from last year. Any pledge that had fewer numbers than me at the end of the night got immediately cut. If you were so awful at picking up chicks that I could beat you, you were definitely not Ace material.

Once the group of pledges had been pared down some, and they had gotten closer to the frat guys, the hazing tasks got more intimate. One night, the pledges were all ordered to line up, strip down, and bend over. They were each going to feel the sting of the paddle that night. One by one, the seniors went down the line, turning pledge asses cherry red, each swat receiving a “Thank you Sir, may I have another, Sir?” One pledge caught my eye, as the seniors finished paddling him, he stood back up and revealed his fully erect cock to the crowd. This received lots of cheers and name calling from the crowd, but I was overcome with relief. The possibility that there was a gay guy among the pledges meant that maybe I would get a break every once in a while.

Another night, they laced all the pledges’ drinks with Viagra. It was fun watching the confused and concerned looks on each of their faces when they couldn’t get the boners they were all hiding to go away. Once everyone was sufficiently erect, Johnny announced that each pledge had been drugged and would have to show off how he fucks like an alpha. Whether they wanted to or not, they were hard and they were being forced to rail me. I knelt on the couch, and the pledges lined up. One by one, they all fucked me doggy style. I took a dozen or so cocks from sloppy drunk freshmen that night. At one point, one of them refused. He said he couldn’t fuck a fag; that he was too straight. The twins put a bag over my head and told the pledge to put out or get out. He put out alright, and he reamed my ass hard like I was a whore, hate-fucking me and coring me out with his fat cock. He seeded me within minutes. He would go on to be one of my most frequent tops, once he came around to the idea of fag pussy.

I heard a rustling coming into my room. Time to start my day, same as always. I felt like I had just passed out from the late night before. Was it 4:45 already? I rolled onto my back and felt Brandon climb on top of me. Brandon was in the Navy ROTC program and had to be up at the crack of dawn for early morning workouts. Before he left, though, he always wanted a blowjob. Half-asleep, I opened my mouth and let him fuck my face while I put in the bare minimum effort. After a few minutes, I felt Brandon’s cum painting my tongue and I sucked the remaining drops out of his tip. As he climbed off of me, I rolled over and immediately fell back asleep.

I was woken back up around 7AM by two more guys who wanted to get their rocks off before class. Stretch and Biggie lived three doors down from me and once Johnny convinced them to fuck me, they couldn’t get enough. I felt the sheets being pulled off my naked body, and then I got mounted from both ends. Each morning, they alternated. One day, Biggie would fuck me while Stretch got blown. The next day, they would switch. Today, I was getting fucked by Stretch, who’s cock was long and skinny, just like him. I much preferred bottoming for Biggie, who’s cock was slightly shorter but much, much thicker. His fay, hairy body was also more fun to feel against my own.

After my wake-up call from the duo, I headed into the showers to get ready for my day. I usually was ordered by two or three of the other guys in the restroom to suck them off, and I factored this timing into my morning routine accordingly. After showering and getting dressed (jockstrap included, per the Twins’ requirement), I headed to class. I spent my entire day on campus, trying to get as much schoolwork done as possible. Even though the frat had mandatory study hours for pledges, I always seemed to be “exempt” from those so I could take care of my brothers’ other needs. Between classes, sometimes I would get stopped in the library or by other engineering students in the frat who saw me around campus. They would take me to bathrooms or the library stacks or even just behind some bushes around the buildings and feed me their cocks. This risky public exhibition always seemed to turn the guys on so much, but it terrified me. Once I had been forced to do it a few times, though, I started to see the appeal and always got horny during these blowjobs. I started having to jerk myself off just so I could regain my focus on schoolwork after giving one.

Evenings at the frat consisted of a lull in the afternoon, as guys were still in classes or resting up before their night out. While they pregamed for their parties, I would be passed around to suck and be fucked. I usually just posted up in my bed, and let the guys come to me. Most of them had come around to the idea of having a fag in the house, but some of the brothers still didn’t like me, so Johnny told everyone to keep the party pit a fag free zone. I was fine with this, I hated being down there anyway. I would get another break while all the guys were out partying, but I would be called to service around 2AM, when all the bars closed, and the guys came home. Most everyone either found a girl to hook up with, or was too drunk to get hard, but there were always a few guys who still wanted to use me before they passed out for the night.

My room also received a few changes over the months as I settled into the frat and the guys settled into using me. James and Jake brought in their old futon from the dorm last year, so guys could sit and watch while they waited for their turn using me. Two TVs were brought in, both constantly played straight porn for the guys, but I enjoyed watching it as well. Johnny hung up a few mirrors on the walls and one on the ceiling, because he loved watching himself while he fucked. It was a mind fuck for me, as I now had to watch my hole get wrecked every time someone needed to blow a load, and I could also see every bit of pleasure on my face as they drove their cocks into me, and I jerked my own hard cock. A few of the guys had refused to fuck me because they thought I was a dirty fag and would give them STD’s, so Johnny forced me to start stocking a condom bowl, which I kept on the nightstand, along with a bottle of lube. At this point, everybody in the frat had fucked me, even the homophobes had come around and each used me once or twice. The room was impossible to keep clean. It constantly was littered with beer cans, other guys’ clothes, and used condoms. It smelled like dirty socks, sweat, and stale semen, no matter how much I cleaned.

I was wandering through the corridors of shelves, deep in the stacks at the library. It was Thursday night, the week before Thanksgiving, and I had a midterm tomorrow morning to study for. I needed to make sure to avoid all my frat brothers so I could actually study for once. As I quickly rounded a corner, I slammed into someone. When I looked up, I saw my friend David!

“Oh my God, how are you?!” I hugged David tightly. “Sorry, I know how I’ve been kind of M.I.A. Between class and the stupid frat stuff…”

“It’s okay,” David replied with a huge grin on his face. “I’m glad to see you too.”

David and I found a couple of desks in the stacks and started chatting as if no time had passed. I had felt really guilty this semester about not reaching out and texting or hanging out with David as much, but he seemed understanding. Other than getting lunch a couple times together, we hadn’t made the time to hang out all fall. We had lots to catch up on, and David told me all about his apartment, his classes, and his annoying classmate he was forced to partner with for a semester-long project.

“So, enough about me,” David finally said. “How are you doing?”

I was happy to report that things were going well. He asked me about my own classes, and I told him that my schoolwork was suffering slightly because of the frat, but that I would kick my ass into gear next semester. I then got into the meat of things. David listened intently, and I could see the slightest hint of lust in his eyes as I told him about serving as the fraternity cum dump. I told him all about the different guys and how they each liked to use me. I had gotten to know my brothers well, and I knew who was going to fuck me rough and who would be gentle. Where and how to touch each guy to drive him wild. Who liked their feet and armpits worshipped. Who would come quickly and who would last longer. What each guy’s load would taste like. By the time I finished chronicling my semester, David had a raging boner in his jeans and a massive wet spot of precum at the tip.

“Fuck, that’s all so sexy. I wish I had stories like that. It sounds like you’re enjoying it all, too. That’s good,” David said.

“Yeah, I honestly have really come to enjoy getting fucked, surprisingly,” I replied.

“I have a small confession to make. I assume you know that Jake has been taking pictures and videos of you throughout the semester. He’s been sending them to me the whole time, telling me all about the fag we used to share and how he owns your faggot ass now. I thought about shutting him down, but I couldn’t resist. I jerk off to videos of you almost every night, Caleb.”

David pulled his phone out and showed me the texts. It was picture after picture, video after video, of the guys railing my ass. There were hundreds of them, and my best friend was pleasuring himself to all of them. This made me pop my own boner, joining David with his still raging.

“You know, they’ve also taught me to enjoy sex around campus,” I said, reaching for David’s bulge. “Don’t you want to fuck me like my frat brothers?”

Without wasting a second, David got to his feet and lifted me up on my desk. He unfastened his jeans, and I worked mine off as well. With my jockstrapped ass hanging off the end of the desk, David lined up and pressed into me, not wasting any time with spit for lube. I was prepared well enough, and David has plenty of precum. He grabbed my ankles and used them as handles while he laid into my ass. We both kept looking around, nervous that someone might come around the corner and catch us, but the library was dead empty way back here.

David leaned down and began kissing me while he fucked. I reached up and played with his nipples while I explored his mouth with my tongue. Kissing was something that none of the frat brothers did, so I still felt inexperienced with David, even having trained for this for a year and a half total. He fucked me rough and passionately, and I could have stayed like this for hours. Sadly, David was close to cumming. As I felt his cock swelling inside me, pulsing from his orgasm, I reached down to grab my own dick, still in my jockstrap pouch. All it took was one grip through the fabric and I busted my nut into the pouch. We couldn’t help ourselves and continued kissing for another five minutes or so before cleaning ourselves up.

It was the final weekend in November and the last home football game of the season. Per Alpha Sigma Epsilon tradition, the fraternity was hosting a Dad’s Weekend event at the same time, so that the dads and sons could all go to the game together. Initiation of the pledges was also scheduled for this Sunday. My dad was extremely excited to spend some quality time with his son, but I was less than enthused. I knew I would be spending the whole weekend lying to cover up the truth about my role here at the frat.

Jake and James pretended to be by best friends the whole weekend. Any time my dad was around, they would be with us, hanging out and cracking jokes. When my dad wanted to see my room at the house, Jake even lied and said I roomed with him, preventing my dad from seeing the sex dungeon that was my real room.

The provost, John Cartwright (the twins’ and Johnny’s dad) was in attendance. I avoided him at all costs, still upset by the situation regarding the video and him playing along with his sons’ antics abusing me. He never even glanced in my direction, though, so I am not even sure he remembers dealing with me in the first place.

On Saturday morning, before the game, the brothers and dads all had a tailgate barbeque on the back lawn of the frat. It was a sea of khaki and red, and there was no shortage of DILFs in the bunch. My dad and I stood on the patio, drinking a beer and watching a bean bag toss match. When my dad stepped away to take a leak, Johnny cornered me.

“Morning, fag. You’ve had it pretty easy this weekend. I think it’s about time you get back to fulfilling your duties.”

Assuming Johnny just wanted a blowjob, I had no choice but to ditch my dad and follow him upstairs. When I arrived, Biggie and Stretch were already in the room, apparently waiting for me.

“Here’s the deal,” Johnny explained. “A few of us thought it would be nice to show our dads some appreciation, and you’re gonna help us. We told them we got a whore to come suck them off. They think it’s a chick, but you’re gonna blow our dads. We’ll put you in the closet behind a glory hole and you WON’T disappoint us.”

I picked my jaw up off the floor and silently let the boys stuff me in their closet. I knew that it was not worth trying to resist. Once I was kneeling in there, Biggie took the piece of plywood with a hole cut in it and wedged it in the doorway, closing me in behind my gloryhole. One by one, Johnny retrieved the dads and bright them to the room, while Biggie and Stretch guarded the hallway, making sure nobody came down this way and caught us. Based on how the room was oriented, I couldn’t see the doorway, and had no way of telling who’s cocks I would be sucking. I waited quietly, my heart pounding.

The first dad stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I watched as he came up to the hole, and then his calloused fingers fumbled with his zipper. He pulled out his six soft inches and offered them to me. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him until he was erect and then until he came in my mouth. He put his dick away and left without saying a word. This process repeated again, and again. I sucked six dads, total.

The whole time, I wondered which cock belonged to the provost. Surely, Johnathan had partaken in his son’s “thank you gift”. I was almost certain I had tasted the cum of one of the school’s top administrators, but I had no way to be sure which dad he had been.

Another thought crossed my mind: what if they had told my dad about the glory hole? Jake and James had been getting really buddy-buddy with my dad, and I knew just how sadistic they could be. Would I have recognized my dad’s hands if I saw them from the other side of the hole? My mind raced with the thought the whole time the boys let me out of the closet and rejoin the tailgate. My dad greeted me without any awkwardness, and I decided that I hadn’t sucked him off. It was for my own sanity, really.

The fall semester was winding down, and my duties as the frat faggot were being taken advantage of as frequently as possible before the month-long break. There were no more pledge events, either, as the pledges had been initiated. This did not mean any change for me, though, as Johnny reminded everyone that though my official status had changed from pledge to member, I did not get to participate in the initiation because I was going to remain the cumdump for the rest of the year.

During finals week, right before break, a group of my brothers all came into my room together. They were led by Johnny, and all looks especially ornery.

“Merry Christmas, Caleb. We all pitched in and got you a few things,” Johnny announced. I was touched at the gesture, until Johnny pulled the first gift out from behind his back. It was a dildo, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was a familiar looking dick. “I made it myself! I bought one of those silicone mold kits and made you a copy of my cock! I knew how much you were gonna miss getting fucked by it over the holidays. We’re gonna miss fucking you too, but I Came up with a little solution to keep everyone happy while we’re forced to jerk off. You’re gonna put on a little cam show for us. Every night, in your childhood bedroom, with your parents down the hall fast asleep. You’re gonna feel my cock opening you up and know that anyone of us who decided to tune in to watch had nothing better to do and is stroking his meat to it.”

“Uh, thank you, Master Johnny,” I said, taking the dildo from him.

I regretted having told the twins that I was spending the holidays with my parents. I would have spent it with David, as I much preferred his company and we had so much caught up to do after such a hectic semester. I could not spend time with David, though, because he was joining his family on a month-long vacation during the break, leaving me stranded at my parents’ house. Once I got home, like I had been instructed, and reminded over multiple texts from Johnny, I “went to bed” and fired up the video call for the frat boys, promptly at midnight. Only eight guys joined in to watch, but I fucked and sucked my dildo for them until I blew a load of my jizz all over my stomach. A similar scene played out every night after that, with a steady audience, sometimes up to fifteen guys.

During the holiday break, I vowed to make more time for David in the Spring. I would have one less than last semester, and I was getting better at handling the frat boys. I wanted my friend back, and I wanted to see where things would lead now that David had passionately fucked me in the library last month. It did not take long for David and me to reconnect fully. I guess when you’ve known someone your entire life, drifting for a few months is no big deal. We were hanging out almost every day at this point, getting lunch and studying on campus together. Every weekend we were seeing movies and hanging out at David’s apartment.

We were also having a lot of sex. Neither of us could resist each other, and we both had insanely high sex drives. David preferred bottoming, which I was happy to accommodate, since I already spent every waking hour at the frat getting my hole wrecked and bred. It was nice to top someone for a change. David’s hole was tight, pink, and puckered, and it felt as tight as new every time I slid my cock into it to make love to him. We had an extra great deal of fun during spring break, when the whole fraternity went on a trip, leaving me in peace. David and I hardly left his apartment the whole week, and we fucked each other upwards of four times a day, every day.

One night, I was laying in bed at the frat house, in my baseball tee and jockstrap, like a good house faggot should. I couldn’t help but hear Johnny across the hall in his room. He was consoling his buddy Logan, who’s girlfriend had just dumped him. Logan was in tears and sniffling through his words as he spoke.

“She had no fucking right, you know? Yelling at me any time I even looked at a girl when I’ve caught her screwing like ten other guys. Fucking slut. But I forgave her every time and then I do it once and she ends it with me?!”

“You’re better off without her, man. She’s just a whore who doesn’t deserve an Ace.”

A few nights later, Johnny called me into his room. Women’s lingerie was srewn out on the bed, along with a blonde wig.

“Logan’s still really beat up about his breakup and is annoying as fuck to party with. You’re gonna help him get over it. Put these on, they’re old shit that hookups have left over here. Had to go buy the wig myself though. I’m getting Logan liquored up tonight, and he’s gonna get some closure on his breakup. Go back to your room.”

I waited on my bed in an uncomfortable wig and panties. It was definitely the strangest thing I had ever done. I wondered how Logan would react, but I braced myself for the worst. I’m glad I had, too, because by the time he came stumbling up the stairs and into my room, he was plastered drunk and was an emotional wreck. I thought he was just really sad at first, but no. He was angry. The second he saw me, he ran over and jumped on top of me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.

“You fucking bitch!” he shouted at me, before slapping me across the face. He then proceeded to aggressively grope my body before grabbing my head and forcing his cock into my mouth. He fucked my throat very roughly, and my eyes began to water from the discomfort. After this, he threw me away from him and I turned over. He pulled the thong panties to the side and rammed his cock into my hole, spanking me while he fucked me as hard as he could. He continued railing my ass, spanking, and choking me, and calling me a bitch, whore, and slut. Finally, he bred my hole before passing out in my bed. I tucked him in, took off the costume, and then slept on the futon that night.

It was an unusually hot Saturday in April, and the twins told me to meet them on the patio. I knew I was in for some bullshit when I stepped outside and saw the looks on their faces. They forced me to strip down until I was naked. Luckily, the patio was secluded enough that none of the neighboring houses could see me. They forced me to put on a pair of knee pads and handcuffs, then knelt me down on the brick. Next, they continued snickering to themselves as they took one of those plastic cones that the vet makes a dog wear and wrapped it around my neck. They took a roll of duct tape and fastened the cone to my skin much more tightly.

“Have fun getting your tan on, puppy,” James said to me.

“How long do I have to stay like this?”

The twins just chucked to themselves. Then, they each took a step closer to me and pulled their dicks out. They each released a stream of piss and began coating my head. They let their stale smelling urine coat my hair and face, shaking their dicks and crossing streams as they relieved themselves. By the time they were done, my neck was surrounded by a pool of hot, yellow liquid. The duct tape kept it from emptying from the cone and spilling down my body.

They did not answer my question about how long I would be out here, just put their cocks away and went back inside to the air conditioning. The sweat beaded along my forehead and chest before rolling down my skin, as I sat in the sunlight. Over the next hour, a few more guys came to add their piss to my cone. By the time the eight guys had finished making me his urinal, the pool of piss had risen above my mouth, and I had to tilt my head back to keep my nose out of the liquid and able to breathe. I knew they wanted me to drink it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I heard the door behind me open, and Johnny approached.

“Morning, faggot. Mind if I take a leak?” He chuckled as he pulled his soft cock out and released his stream. “Looks like it’s creeping closer and closer to that little button nose of yours.” He taunted as he continued unloading. How big was this guy’s bladder?!

By the time he was done, the piss was above my nose. No matter how much I strained, I could not get my nostrils to poke out above the liquid. Johnny grinned while watching in silence, knowing that my only options were to drown in his piss or start chugging. No matter how much I struggled and pleaded with my eyes for him to let me go, he just watched and waited. Finally, I forced my mouth open and felt the warm piss flooding into my mouth. The taste made me gag and choke, but I gulped a few mouthfuls down until the liquid level would be below my nose again. I shut my mouth tight again as I was only going to drink the bare minimum to survive.

I don’t know if they wanted me to drink it all, or if they planned on keeping me outside for longer anyway, but I spent the next four hours on my knees, receiving my brothers’ piss. I continued waiting to drink it for as long as possible and guzzled down nine more cone-fulls. I didn’t think I would ever get the tingling, bitter taste of piss out of my mouth again. But finally, the twins came back, unlocked my handcuffs, and allowed me to go remove the cone and shower off.

“Are you ready for your final exam, faggot?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded. I was currently tied, face down and spread eagle, to my bed in my room. Jake and James stood on either side of my bed, and Jake held a clipboard. The twins were in charge of administering this “test” that they had cooked up with Johnny. Instead of spending my Sunday before finals week studying for my actual exams, I was about to get gang banged by every single member of the fraternity. Nobody was allowed to skip out on the task, and as they ran their train on my ass, I would have to guess the owner of the cock who was currently wrecking me. For every wrong answer, that brother would get to paddle my ass ten times. Jake reminded me that with forty-seven tops about to wreck my hole and seed me, I could be forced to receive 470 swats all at once, which he was sure would break some kind of record. James tied a blindfold around my head, and it was time to begin.

“Johnny!” I shouted, right as the first guy stuck his cock in my ass. I was very familiar with Johnny’s cock, as he had fucked me more than anyone else this year. It was very much like him to want first dibs on my hole before a bunch of guys cream-pied it and it was all loose.

Johnny continued until he seeded me and then his cock was immediately replaced by the next. And the next. And the next. I continued guessing names of my brothers, and trying to keep track of who had gone and who remained, as Jake was not planning on telling me right or wrong at all until, we were done. I paid attention to how big the cocks were, whether they were cut or uncut, and who preferred to fuck bareback or with a condom. I didn’t voice any of these strategies because I didn’t want guys trying to play trick on me.

After a dozen or so cocks, I was exhausted. That was past my typical limit for one evening of bottoming in the frat, and I still had plenty more to go. I was determined to impress, though, and I mustered up all the bottoming strength I could manage and continued guessing names.

By the time we were reaching the end of the list, I felt fairly confident about a lot of my guesses. I obviously knew when Jake and James stepped in to fuck me, and I knew most all of the seniors, I was pretty certain. The trickiest guesses were the guys that were in serious relationships, as they usually chose to fuck their girlfriends instead of their fraternity faggot. I was not very familiar with a lot of their cocks, so I had to make a few shot in the dark guesses when it came to these guys.

Unsurprisingly, they were the guys who were standing in front of me when the twins took off my blindfold, ready to give me the ten swats of the paddle that I owed them. In total, I had only gotten thirteen of the forty-seven guesses wrong, which I was happy with. Jake handed the paddle to the first brother, and he laid into me.

“One! Thank you, Master Derek! Two! Thank you, Master Derek!” I counted and thanked each brother until all thirteen had gone, all 130 swats had been paddled. My ass was sore, and surely bright red. When I went to the bathroom to look in the mirror after, it was not bright red, but a deep purple, visibly bruised. The pain that this caused me would occupy my mind for the rest of the night while I sat in uncomfortable chairs studying for finals and during my finals throughout the week. The bruises had dulled but remained as the week ended. I packed up to head home for the summer, and the twins helped me load up my car.

“Don’t you forget, faggot,” James told me. “The aces own you, and always will. You have been bred by each and every one of us. Your pussy and stomach are full of our alpha loads, and you’ve washed them down with our piss. You’re our bitch and will never be more than a piece of fuck meat to us.”

My dick sprang to life, against my will, having been trained to love the degradation.

Coming up…

Junior Year: The Teacher’s Pet

It is time for Caleb to buckle down and get serious about his class work if he is going to stay on track and graduate on time. No more distractions with the twins, just serious schoolwork this year. In the back of mind, Caleb knew all along it was too good to be true.