Used by the Frat Pricks

It was the start of Hell Week on a Saturday near the end of October. My heart pounded like a jackhammer, and my face was probably deep red. The wide hallway felt narrower than normal. Hazing was harsher than I'd realized. My straight, older brother had survived it a few years ago, albeit in a different fraternity. He'd had a positive and healthy experience, nothing like in the typical college movies. If he could do it, so could I.

I was in the residence hall, fully naked with my smooth, lean-jock body and small bubble butt in full view. I could barely cover my dick with my hands because of how hung I was. The frat pricks—they embraced it—had purposefully locked me out. They'd warned my roommate and all the other dorm residents not to open up for me as part of the hazing. Yet desperate me still wanted in so badly because of all the perks I'd get during and after my time here as a university student. If I made it and got initiated, I'd get to live in the nice Greek house with my own bedroom instead of the tiny excuse for a dorm room with a dull design and a straight roommate I couldn't connect with.

Plus, it was a gay fraternity full of brothers like me. Growing up in a conservative little town in northern Michigan, it was important for me to explore gay life here in a big city now that I was eighteen. It meant even more to me to build solid friendships with other gay guys, even if platonic.

Not to mention, the hot frat pricks who liked being called that because their prickish nature ensured not just anyone could make it, and because they loved pricks—sexually speaking. There were many jocks between eighteen and twenty-two who were surreally beautiful that I swore I'd stepped inside a porn studio. I didn't have to see them naked to know how much I'd probably enjoy sex with them. They weren't shy to admit they had beauty standards as apart of who got an invite and who didn't. They didn't just like me as a person, but they liked my modelesque looks, which felt good.

But despite almost looking like a tanner version of Shawn Mendes—from what I was frequently told—I was still a virgin. It wasn't that I wanted to be, though. I'd just gotten out of a four-year relationship with a high school sweetheart I'd never been able to love like I'd hoped because she was a girl, and the whole frat knew about it. Oh, did they, and mockingly so. Most guys banged at some point by the time they were eighteen. Not me. Even if I hadn't been gay—no one but the frat pricks knew—my ex would've still wanted to wait. My straight buddies in high school had tried to get me to cheat on her, because what she didn't know didn't hurt her, but I couldn't. That meant sex with girls, and my performance would've probably sucked had I'd tried.

Was I doomed to be a virgin for life? The frat pricks forbade me to use gay apps or meet hookups without explaining why, stating that I'd never be accepted into the fraternity if they found out. They mocked my virginity, yet I wasn't allowed to lose it? What sense did that even make?

I gave the few residents around me a sheepish grin as I still struggled with fully covering my dick. Many of the girls checked me out with questionable interest, while the guys just smirked or chuckled. Wasn't it against school policy to be naked outside of a dorm room or community bathroom, anyway? Thankfully, they all knew the situation, just that they found it amusing.

"Come on, sexy!" said a horny blonde from her dorm room. "Show us that big Brown cock!" She winked.

Oh, God. And for the rest of the afternoon too? If I made it the whole time without getting caught by faculty or the resident advisor, I'd have completed the first part of the hazing. I silently groaned because it'd just started, and I had hours to go before I could put any clothes back on. Even my phone and wallet had been taken away so that I wouldn't cheat my way out of this serious humiliation, not that wallets could actually do anything. If this was only the first part and considered mild, then what else was in store for me? Since hazing had legal risks and wasn't publicly acknowledged outside of the frat, I knew it couldn't be anything dangerous.

More residents walked past me and snickered, some even looking offended despite knowing the situation.

The anxiety started getting to me harder now, and I rushed to the community bathroom at the end of the hallway as soon as I saw the door to my left. This tall building was a nice coed dorm, though: wine-red walls, cream carpeting, and dark wooden doors. It always smelled like cherry because of the air fresheners on the walls. I didn't regret the hazing, oddly enough. I had to accept it as part of joining the special brotherhood.

I finally entered the all-white bathroom and stopped by the sink to hang out here for a bit, no one else around at the moment. The anxiety finally melted away, and the bathroom's pristine state calmed me. Having swum in high school, I was used to being naked in crowded locker rooms, so I didn't care who walked in right now. It was being naked in public that I wasn't used to. But I'd get through this soon enough.

I heard footsteps coming in. "Having fun, Nicolás?" asked a sexy, deep voice while saying my name in a mock Spanish accent.

I turned around and sheepishly grinned at a brown-haired hottie with a chiseled, scruffy face and a sun-kissed complexion that currently glistened with sweat under the bright lights. He was Bran, one of many brothers I'd been introduced to as a pledge while learning more about the fraternity. He had strikingly-green eyes, a military crewcut, and a beautifully-muscled torso that was smooth except for a dusting of brown hair on his flat belly and pink nipples. He wore navy-blue gym shorts with a thin gray stripe on either side, defining his moderately-hairy legs with really toned calves. He carried a damp, gray tank top over his broad shoulder that defined his strong and moderately-hairy forearms. White gym socks and sneakers completed the look.

My dick threatened to rise with happiness as it twitched beyond my control, his presence making me melt with more lust than I could handle. God, I really needed to have sex. I was long overdue for my first experience.

"Just Nick is fine." I was in deep lust right now, especially knowing this hot dude wasn't straight. Then again, I probably shouldn't assume I'd be his type even though I was confident about my looks.

The subtlest grin spanned Bran's full lips, and he came closer, exuding the kind of strong musk and other manly smells that drove me wild in all the best ways. "I just came from the gym, and I'm on watch duty now. I'm here to make sure you don't cheat your way out of the hazing."

I chuckled. "How can I cheat if I don't have my phone with me? I don't even know anyone here since I'm a first-year."

Bran shrugged. "Just in case one of the residents lets you into their room out of pity. Me and the brothers alternate, so you'll be closely watched at all times to make sure you stay out of trouble. Whether you have to shower, use the toilet, eat, sleep, whatever, one of us will be by your side."

I'd figured I'd be watched, but not quite like this.

"By the way, don't forget you're not allowed to jerk off now that I see you're getting hard."

Oh, right. I'd forgotten about that rule as part of Hell Week. But why couldn't I jerk off? That didn't make any sense. "Any specific reason for that rule?"

"Yep, but I can't say anything about it, so don't ask."

Huh. What did jerking off have to do with hazing? The mystery only made me harder now because of the hopeful implication crossing my mind.

Bran grabbed his sweat-stained tank top and pressed the rough, cotton fabric against my face. "Sniff this, Nick. What does it smell like it?"

Raw man. Real man. The kind of body odor that didn't really offend me whenever I was horny. My dick grew more erect than ever, and I found myself reaching for it to give it a few strokes.

Bran slapped my hand away. "Don't. Not allowed, remember? So, tell me what it smells like."

"Pure man," I mumbled through the tank top. I bit a sweaty spot and sucked on it, reaching for my hard nipples.

Bran slapped both hands away and removed the tank top from my face, a sexy smile of confidence on his beautiful face. God, I wanted him so badly. "One thing I like about hazing is that we get to tease you anytime we want, and you can't do shit about it. You're going to wish you could bust a load." He lowered his gaze. "Oh, look. You're dripping a lot now. Nice."

So, I was. Being a virgin who watched enough porn made me more desperate to have a taste. I'd wasted my entire high school life being tied down to a girl I could never love. Given where I'd grown up, there'd been no way for me to experiment before that since I'd have to have known a boy as curious as me, which I hadn't. Otherwise, I could've been experienced by now.

"You're fucking long and thick too. Bigger than me. Damn. How many inches?"

I shrugged. "Nine? I don't really know since I haven't measured it in a long time." Besides, what good did it do at this point? I couldn't get lucky just yet.

Bran circled his thumb around one of my nipples, that confident look again. "How does this feel, Nick?"

My thoughts were all over the place, my body on fire, and my dick begged for attention. "Good," I whispered.

"Mmm, you sound hungry. I know you want me bad right now, but good things come to those who wait. And while I can't spill any details on what goes on in the rituals or even inside the house, I will say this. If you do get initiated, you won't be a virgin by the time you graduate."

Well, I would hope not.

"It's just a matter of who gets to be the first."

I was so close that I had to control myself from easily shooting all over Bran's shorts and legs.

He slid his fingers down my body to create more torturous friction. He reached my ass for a tight grope. "You met all of us now, Nick. Which one of us is going to claim this first?"

Would I even be a bottom? How would I know when I usually pictured myself as a top? By the looks of it, Bran had a nice, round ass I wouldn't mind tasting. Was he a top, though?

Someone quickly walked in, startling me but not Bran.

"Whoa, what the fuck?" said a cute blond who was probably straight by the uncomfortable look on his face. "Get a fucking room." He shook his head and rolled his eyes as he went inside one of the stalls to pee.

Bran smirked. "To be continued, Nick." He winked but remained standing in front of me.

To be continued, indeed. Now, I was left with blue balls that I couldn't do anything about. I was teased for kicks. I felt used by the frat pricks. Would it be worse tomorrow? When would I be allowed to come? Would I even make it to the end?