Drew's voice cracked through the room. Everyone froze. Jason's hand stilled around Ryan's cock mid-stroke, his grip tightening reflexively as Ryan whined at the sudden halt. Drew stood by the coffee table, phone abandoned, his pale blue eyes locked on Jason with unnerving focus. He cleared his throat, then recited in a monotone: "Bylaws section four, subsection 'Fuck Around and Find Out,' addendum three." A beat. "Interfering with punishment by removing any clothing item transfers the punishment to the offender."
Silence.
Ethan's laugh was half-hysterical. "No fucking way."
Jason blinked. "Wait. What?"
Ryan's breath hitched under him, his hips twitching upward into Jason's slack grip. "Drew," he gasped, voice hoarse, "you motherfucking G."
Aaron lunged for the frat bylaws binder, slamming it onto the coffee table with enough force to rattle the loose change. Pages fluttered wildly until he jammed a finger onto one. "Holy shit," he crowed, tracing the fine print with his fingertip. "It's real." He looked up, grinning like a shark scenting blood. "Jason. You're fucked."
Ethan's laughter bordered on unhinged as he snatched Drew's abandoned phone, angling it toward Jason with glee. "Say cheese, Ginger," he wheezed, zooming in on Jason's frozen expression, his hand still wrapped around Ryan's cock and his own erection slightly flagging.
Jason's grip tightened instinctively around Ryan's dick as if that would somehow undo the damage. Ryan moaned, his hips jerking helplessly, but Jason barely registered it. His brain was too busy short-circuiting. "Bullshit," he spat, though his voice lacked conviction. "That- that's not a real rule-"
Aaron crossed his arms, eyes glinting with rare amusement. "Page 17, subsection 4.3," he recited dryly. "'Interfering with active punishment by removal of any assigned clothing item transfers full punishment parameters to the offending party.'" A beat. "You literally wrote this addendum last semester after Ethan stole your socks during the Halloween keg stand humiliation."
Jason's face drained of color. "Fuck."
The room erupted in laughter.
Ethan whooped loud enough to rattle the windows, and tackled Jason in a bear hug that sent them both crashing onto the couch. "Justice must be served!" he crowed, grinding his erection shamelessly against Jason's hip. Jason wheezed under the weight, his ginger curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. "Get- off- you fucking-"
Ryan’s fingers hooked into the waistband of the jockstrap, peeling it down his thighs with a wet snap that made Drew whistle. The plug slipped free with a slick pop, dangling from Ryan’s grip like some trophy. He tossed it onto the coffee table where it landed with a thud, still buzzing faintly against the wood.
Jason’s protests died in his throat as Ryan advanced, his cock bobbing with each step- eight and a half inches of flushed, twitching muscle leading the charge. "Ethan," Ryan said, his voice rough with arousal but laced with something darker, something vengeful. "You know what to do."
Ethan leaned into Jason, pinning his wrists to the cushions with a wrestler’s grip, his knee digging into Jason’s ribs. Jason bucked, his ginger curls sticking to his forehead, his freckled chest heaving. "Ry- fuck-!"
Aaron was already moving, grabbing Jason’s ankles and yanking them upward, folding him in half. The position left Jason exposed- his hole clenching around nothing, pink and fluttering under the sudden scrutiny. His thighs trembled, the muscles flexing under sweat-slick skin, his balls drawn tight against his body. A thin trail of copper hair led from his navel down to where his cock lay trapped against his stomach, still hard and leaking onto his abs.
Ryan knelt between Jason’s spread thighs, the plug dangling from his fingers like a trophy. He smirked as Jason’s breath hitched. "Should’ve read the bylaws, bro," Ryan taunted, pressing the blunt tip of the plug against Jason’s hole. Jason’s entire body jerked, his hips straining against Aaron’s grip. "Fuck, Ryan, please-"
Ryan leaned in, his breath hot against Jason’s ear. "Begging already?" He pushed the plug in, just an inch, and Jason yelped, his back arching off the couch.
Jason’s nails dug into the couch cushions, his knuckles whitening. "*Fuck. It’s too big-" His voice cracked as Ryan shoved it deeper, the silicone stretching him wide. His cock twitched against his stomach, betraying him as the plug breached the tight ring of muscle. Ryan didn’t stop until the base was flush against Jason’s ass, the vibrations already humming to life inside him.
Jason’s moan was filthy, a low and guttural sound, and his hips jerked involuntarily as the plug pulsed against his prostate. "Jesus!" His head thumped back against the couch, his freckled throat working around ragged gasps.
Ethan cackled, tightening his grip on Jason’s wrists. “Music to my ears," he crowed, grinding his own erection against Jason’s hip for emphasis. Aaron just smirked, his massive thighs flexing as he held Jason’s legs pinned to his chest. "Shoulda read the fine print, bro," Aaron taunted, nodding at Ryan. "Finish him up."
Ryan didn’t need prompting. He grabbed the jockstrap, still damp with his own sweat, and yanked it up Jason’s trembling legs. The elastic snapped tight over Jason’s hips, the pouch straining around his erect cock. Jason hissed, his abs clenching as the fabric rubbed against his sensitive skin. "Fuck, Ry, it’s chafing."
Ryan ignored him, tugging the mesh shorts up next. The fabric was sheer enough that the outline of the plug was visible in this position, the vibrations making the material flutter over Jason’s ass. Ryan adjusted the waistband with a sharp snap, just to watch Jason flinch. "There," Ryan muttered, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Now you’re good to go."
Jason’s chest heaved, his nipples pebbling under the sudden scrutiny. The plug buzzed louder, and his hips jerked up, chasing the sensation. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice raw. "Turn it- down-"
Ryan smirked. He grabbed out the phone and tapped the screen. The vibrations spiked, ratcheting up to ‘Earthquake Mode’. Jason howled, his thighs trembling as the plug pulsed against his prostate. His cock leaked madly, smearing precum against the jockstrap’s fabric.
Ethan whistled, leaning in to flick Jason’s nipple. "Damn, Ginger," he teased. "You’re dripping."
Jason snarled, but it lost its bite when his hips bucked helplessly. "Fu-Fuck you."
Drew set his phone down on the coffee table, adjusting the angle until the lens captured every twitch of Jason’s flushed body. He rolled his shoulders, the lean muscles of his chest flexing as he stepped into Jason’s line of sight. "My turn," he announced, his voice low and steady, like he was commenting on the weather, not the way Jason’s cock had just slipped free of the jockstrap, glistening with precum against his freckled stomach. Drew’s fingers tangled in Jason’s copper curls, tilting his head back. "Open up."
Jason’s breath hitched, his lips parting instinctively, and Drew’s cock slid past his lips with a quiet groan, the thick head bumping the back of Jason’s throat before retreating. Jason’s tongue flicked tentatively along the underside, his moans vibrating around Drew’s length as the plug inside him pulsed harder.
Drew’s fingers tightened in Jason’s copper curls, tilting his head back with quiet authority. The angle forced Jason’s throat open wider, his breath hitching as Drew’s cock slid deeper, the thick head bumping the back of his palate. Jason’s tongue flicked tentatively along the underside, the muffled sounds of his moans punctuated by the relentless buzz of the plug still buried inside him. Drool pooled at the corners of Jason’s stretched lips, glistening under the frat house’s harsh overhead lights.
Ethan caught Aaron’s gaze over Jason’s trembling form, a wicked smirk curling his lips and tilted his head toward Ryan. Without a word, Aaron released Jason’s ankles, his linebacker shoulders rolling as he lunged, slamming Ryan backward onto the couch cushions with a grunt. Ryan’s yelp of protest was cut short as Ethan came around the front and grabbed his thighs, wrenching them up and apart in one fluid motion. "Oh- fuck-!" Ryan’s shout dissolved into a ragged moan as Ethan’s hard cock drove deep into him, the stretch still fresh from the plug’s earlier abuse. His back arched off the couch, his cock jerking against his stomach, precum smearing a wet trail across his abs.
Aaron barked a laugh, pinning Ryan’s wrists to the cushions. "Damn, Ry," he taunted, watching Ryan’s hips stutter upward involuntarily. "You love dick now, huh?" His grip tightened as Ryan’s thighs trembled, the muscles quivering under Ethan’s relentless thrusts. Ryan’s answering groan was muffled against his own bicep, his teeth sinking into the taut skin as Ethan’s hips snapped forward again, deeper and harder, drawing a broken whimper from Ryan’s throat.
Next to them on the couch, Drew’s free hand drifted down to Jason’s throat, his thumb pressing lightly against the fluttering pulse there. "Eyes up," he murmured, nudging Jason’s chin higher. Jason’s lashes fluttered, his gaze hazy with desperation as he struggled to focus on Drew’s face. The plug chose that moment to spike again, the vibrations ratcheting up to a punishing frequency. Jason’s hips jerked, his cock twitching against Drew’s thigh as he moaned around the cock in his mouth. Drew’s breath hitched, his abs clenching. "Now that’s a good brother," he praised, his voice rough. "Just like that."
Ethan's hips snapped forward with the precision of a piston, each thrust driving Ryan deeper into the couch cushions. The stretch burned and Ryan's thighs trembled, his fingers clawing at Aaron's wrists where they pinned him down. Sweat slicked the dip of Ryan's collarbones, catching the light as his head tipped back, his mouth slack around ragged gasps. Ethan's blond fringe clung to his forehead, his biceps flexing as he gripped Ryan's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuck you're so tight, man," Ethan growled, his voice rough with exertion. Ryan's answering moan cracked halfway through, his cock twitching against his stomach as Ethan's next thrust dragged over his prostate.
Drew's fingers tightened in Jason's copper curls, guiding his head forward with quiet authority. Jason's lips stretched around Drew's cock, his throat working as Drew pushed deeper, slow and relentless, until his hips pressed flush against Jason's chin. Drool dripped down Jason's chin, dripping onto Drew's thigh. The plug's vibrations spiked again, and Jason's hips jerked involuntarily, his moan vibrating around Drew's length. Drew exhaled sharply through his nose, his other hand drifting down to press lightly against Jason's throat. "Good," he murmured, his thumb swiping over Jason's pulse point. "Take it."
Aaron crouched beside the couch, his shoulders blocking the light as he reached for the lube bottle discarded earlier. The cap popped open with a flick of his thumb, and he poured a generous amount into his palm, his fingers slicking over his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. His gaze flicked between Ryan, spread open and writhing under Ethan, and Jason, his freckled cheeks hollowed around Drew's cock. Aaron's lips curled into a smirk as he pumped his fist faster, the sound loud and wet in the charged air. "We should take turns," he mused, his voice low with amusement. "Let me in there, E?"
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