Fraternity Suck Bitch-1
by
Swallows It All
Disclaimer: This story not even remotely related to any person, place or thing living or dead. It is suitable for adults only. No minors allowed. This is fictional story about a Pike pledge that ends up being forced to suck anyone in the fraternity whenever they need to get off; day or night. If you are not interested in this type of material, kindly use the back button for its intended purpose. If this is not the case, please enjoy the beginning of an awesome story of being on the inside. Feel free to use the story but ensure that you give credit where credit is due. In other words, don't take my stuff.
There I was on a Friday night. On my knees in the basement of the frat house. Waiting for my next visitor. I had already sucked ten dicks and my stomach was full of cum, except for that which I vomited up while being face fucked by Jonas' thick 9.5 inch dick.
I'm 19 and my name is Tyler. I'm the only black guy in a frat full of hot, horny white guys. I pledged two months ago, which was one semester into my freshman year. Everything was going fine until a few days ago. I have an addiction to cum. I have to have it and I will do anything to get it. This was my curse. It was also my salvation.
Monday Afternoon
Finally out of class and I am totes horny from watching Mr. Davis's crotch as he lectured us about semiconductors. Easily one of the hottest professors on campus; I thought of nothing during class other than worshipping that guy's dick. I made my way home fast to jerk off and enjoy the dirty laundry of my roommate. I was in the middle of licking and sniffing a huge dried cum spot when Jonas, the brother assigned to me, caught me red handed. Having been put in the same room, I had easy access to his dirty laundry. Socks, sweaty jockstraps, cumrags; I had sniffed and licked them all. Stuffed them into my mouth and sucked out all the juices. It has heaven.
He shut the door and stood there. Jaw dropped. I was leaning over his bed, with the cumrag spread out to see all the stains. I had my hand down my pants jerking my 7 inch dick furiously. I leaned up and began to speak.
"Jonas, I'm sor—"
"Shut up you fucking fag. Give me a minute." He interrupted.
He sat at his desk. "Just give me a fucking minute to let the rage subside." He said.
After a few minutes, he spoke again. "I knew it. I fucking knew it! You know, I thought I was losing my fucking mind. `Where is my jock strap? I would ask. Where is my cum rag? I know I left it under my mattress. Why is on the other side of the bed? And the whole time, you were licking my dried cum, trying to get a taste of my junk. You fucking faggot! Just wait until the other guys hear about this. You are out of the fucking fraternity!"
"Jonas, no! Dude, I'm sorry. Don't tell anyone. I'll never do it again, just don't get me kicked out. My dad was in this fraternity and he would kill me if I screwed it up! Please! I'll do anything! Do you hear me?! Anything!" I pleaded.
"Just like a fucking fag. `I'll do anything, anything.'" He mocked. "I guess this is the part when I shove my dick down your fag throat and fuck it until I fill your guts with a huge load of cum, huh?"
"If that is what you want to do." I replied.
I began to crawl toward him. He was still sitting at the desk in his gym clothes. Sweaty and god-like. Looking him straight in the eyes, I put my face between his legs and rubbed his soft dick with it. I could feel his dick and balls roll around in his shorts as my cheek waded through. He worked out commando.
Soon, his dick began to harden. After sitting back and watching the faggot display of desperation for, what I guess he thought was long enough, he pushed me to the floor hard and stood over me.
As he towered over me, with his feet at my shoulders, he spoke again. "Listen fag. I am going to rape your mouth and IF you do a good job. MAYBE I won't tell anyone. At least not yet. Now open your mouth and keep it open. Do not move. I'll do all the work."
He peeled his sweaty shorts off and threw them on my face. He knelt down, putting his knees in my armpits. He grabbed his shorts and began rubbing them all over my face.
"You like that fag? You like the smell of my sweaty gym shorts. The smell of my dick and ass?" he growled.
"Yes, I do." I moaned.
"Yes, what, faggot?"
"Yes, brother?" I questioned.
"Good job!" he replied.
He pulled his shorts off of my face. I had sucked a part of them into my mouth and was enjoying the sweat that came off of them. Jonas had to tug them out.
"You fucking fag." He laughed. "Since you like sweat so much, lick the sweat of my balls."
My mouth had already returned to the open position as he leaned forward and lifted his semi hard dick. He lowered his balls into my mouth and I started licking them like crazy. Like a crazed animal. They tasted so fucking good. That awesome sweaty dick and ball smell.
"Yeah, fag. Lick my balls clean." He moaned.
Good, I thought. If I play this right and please and submit to this alpha, maybe I can keep my secret for a little while longer.
A few minutes more of ball service had Jonas at full mast.
"Get ready fag." He said lifting his balls and placing his dick head on my bottom lip.
"It's time to rape your face hole."
He leaned forward a little more and propped himself up with his arms. He pushed his dick into my mouth, but it stopped halfway. I couldn't take anymore or I would gag and vomit all over the place.
"Is that it?! That's how far you can go?" he asked.
"yehdks", I mumbled with his dick in my mouth trying to say I think so.
"We'll have to fix that. But that'll be a lesson for later. We have to make this quick." He said and began to fuck my mouth.
I figured he would want to get showered and ready for some chick at the frat party tonight at the house. I didn't plan on going, with school work and all. And I was pretty sure my speech would be fucked up based on the mouth banging that I was getting.
"Yeah, take it fag. Take my sweaty dick." He moaned.
Jonas was crushing my face trying to get his dick in my mouth further. I loved every thrust. Pretty soon, he started picking up his pace. I knew he was close.
"Ready for my cum fag? Ready to swallow it?" Jonas said.
I tried to nod as there was no use in trying to talk.
Just then he pulled out and shot rope after rope of cum onto my face.
"Oh fuck yeah. I'm painting your face bro!" he yelled as he continued to cum. I started to lick the cum from around my lips when he grabbed my jaw.
"No you don't fag. I only cum in throats when getting blown. That is the only way it will get to your stomach. Until you earn the privilege of swallowing my cum by taking my entire dick, it's going on your face! Now rub it all in."
I reached up and rubbed his cum into my face. It was so fucking thick.
"Good job fag. Now you can walk around the house with my cum lotion all over your fag face." He laughed. "Now kiss my dick and balls good bye."
After kissing his dick and each of his balls, he got up and headed to the bathroom. I just laid there. Able to smell his cum, but not taste it. It was searing into my lungs. How long would I have to wear this cum mask? Little did I know that the events of the past few minutes would lead me to the basement of the frat house. Where I would soon take up residence as the fraternity suck bitch.
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