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Chase had known what he was getting into from the start. The boys at the frat had been really up-front during rush week. They were looking for a gay boy to serve as the house fuckboy, someone who’d handle all his bros whenever they needed to nut and hadn’t been able to score with one of the school’s coeds.
Derek, the rush chairman, had pulled him aside his second night at the house and explained to Chase why they were interested in him and what his position as the house fuckboy entailed. “You’re gonna see a hell of a lot of cock, boy, if you agree. Definitely more than you’ve ever seen before. But if you agree to become the house fuck-bitch, you’ll not only make it into the hottest fraternity in town, we’ll provide you housing rent-free, too - though to be totally honest, you won’t have your own bed, you’ll be sleeping with a different brother from night to night. But it’s a great way to get to know your brothers and, if you do a good job, you’ll end up the most popular brother in the house - just like Mikey, our last fuckboy, did.”
Chase had been intrigued by the offer, not least because, without question, the frat attracted the cream of the jocks on campus and the idea of having sex with all these hot studs was really enticing. So, Chase had agreed to be the house fuckboy and was accepted as one of the pledges. He wasn’t particularly singled out during the pledge period - though more than one of the older brothers did try out his boypussy during hell-week - and it wasn’t until the party that night, celebrating their new inductees, that Chase got his first inkling of what he had in store. Chase found himself naked, stretched over a beer keg, as brother after brother welcomed him into the frat by fucking his freshly shaven boy-hole. By the time the party was over, every single brother, including Chase’s fellow inductees, had fucked him at least once and Chase was pretty much completely out of it.
Fortunately for the boy, things slowed down considerably after that and eventually Chase was able to acclimate himself to demands of his new position. During the week, he could expect to service anywhere between five and ten cocks every day, sometimes with his throat but more frequently with his boypussy. Of course, that didn’t count the use he’d get every night from the brother whose bed he was sharing. Chase could expect anywhere from two to five cuntings from the brother he was sleeping with, though on some nights there was a lot more fucking that sleeping. But as Chase worked his way through the whole house, starting with the frat president and working himself down through the ranks, he was able to appreciate what Derek had told him. There was something about spending the night in another dude’s bed that provided a particular intimacy that was hard to match any other way. By the time Chase had cycled through the entire house two times, he realized that he was developing real friendships with a number of straight jocks who wouldn’t normally have given him the time of day. True, there were a couple bros who Chase realized he’d never be able to warm up to. But, by and large, Chase was pretty happy with the arrangement he’d agreed to.
The only problem was the weekend beer bashes, where all his bros would just hang out together, drinking beer. Invariably, his bros would get horny and then Chase would find himself bent over some piece of furniture, or just leaning up against a wall, as one b*o after another worked a nut off inside his boy-hole. It wasn’t so much the sheer number of dicks he’d have to take during one of those bashes that bothered him - though he’d be hurting for sure at the end of the night - it was more the way they used him. They fucked Chase not like he was a b*o, or even someone they knew, but more like he was just some hole to fill with their pent-up boy-spunk. He’d heard the term cum-dump before, but it was only when he started getting fucked at these parties that he really understood how it felt to be a cum-dump, to be just a hole your brothers shot their scuzz into. It made him feel cheap and tawdry; it made him feel like a thing, a toy for his bros’ amusement. It was the one thing he would change if he could.
But he couldn’t change it. Chase knew that. So he’d resigned himself to take the bad with the good, to service his bros how they wanted to be serviced during their beer bashes, to lean over and let cock after cock be rammed up his hole, to feel a b*o creaming his butt without even being sure which b*o it was, to be the frat house’s cum-dump, if only for the afternoon. Chase did it. He didn’t like it, but then nobody said he had to, either. Chase was his frat’s fuckboy and he was more than happy to bend over and let any brother with a hard-on make the journey up his fuck-chute. It was just the beer bashes that he hated. But, then again, he’d never really liked the taste of beer and he had to figure that probably was never going to change either.
Derek, the rush chairman, had pulled him aside his second night at the house and explained to Chase why they were interested in him and what his position as the house fuckboy entailed. “You’re gonna see a hell of a lot of cock, boy, if you agree. Definitely more than you’ve ever seen before. But if you agree to become the house fuck-bitch, you’ll not only make it into the hottest fraternity in town, we’ll provide you housing rent-free, too - though to be totally honest, you won’t have your own bed, you’ll be sleeping with a different brother from night to night. But it’s a great way to get to know your brothers and, if you do a good job, you’ll end up the most popular brother in the house - just like Mikey, our last fuckboy, did.”
Chase had been intrigued by the offer, not least because, without question, the frat attracted the cream of the jocks on campus and the idea of having sex with all these hot studs was really enticing. So, Chase had agreed to be the house fuckboy and was accepted as one of the pledges. He wasn’t particularly singled out during the pledge period - though more than one of the older brothers did try out his boypussy during hell-week - and it wasn’t until the party that night, celebrating their new inductees, that Chase got his first inkling of what he had in store. Chase found himself naked, stretched over a beer keg, as brother after brother welcomed him into the frat by fucking his freshly shaven boy-hole. By the time the party was over, every single brother, including Chase’s fellow inductees, had fucked him at least once and Chase was pretty much completely out of it.
Fortunately for the boy, things slowed down considerably after that and eventually Chase was able to acclimate himself to demands of his new position. During the week, he could expect to service anywhere between five and ten cocks every day, sometimes with his throat but more frequently with his boypussy. Of course, that didn’t count the use he’d get every night from the brother whose bed he was sharing. Chase could expect anywhere from two to five cuntings from the brother he was sleeping with, though on some nights there was a lot more fucking that sleeping. But as Chase worked his way through the whole house, starting with the frat president and working himself down through the ranks, he was able to appreciate what Derek had told him. There was something about spending the night in another dude’s bed that provided a particular intimacy that was hard to match any other way. By the time Chase had cycled through the entire house two times, he realized that he was developing real friendships with a number of straight jocks who wouldn’t normally have given him the time of day. True, there were a couple bros who Chase realized he’d never be able to warm up to. But, by and large, Chase was pretty happy with the arrangement he’d agreed to.
The only problem was the weekend beer bashes, where all his bros would just hang out together, drinking beer. Invariably, his bros would get horny and then Chase would find himself bent over some piece of furniture, or just leaning up against a wall, as one b*o after another worked a nut off inside his boy-hole. It wasn’t so much the sheer number of dicks he’d have to take during one of those bashes that bothered him - though he’d be hurting for sure at the end of the night - it was more the way they used him. They fucked Chase not like he was a b*o, or even someone they knew, but more like he was just some hole to fill with their pent-up boy-spunk. He’d heard the term cum-dump before, but it was only when he started getting fucked at these parties that he really understood how it felt to be a cum-dump, to be just a hole your brothers shot their scuzz into. It made him feel cheap and tawdry; it made him feel like a thing, a toy for his bros’ amusement. It was the one thing he would change if he could.
But he couldn’t change it. Chase knew that. So he’d resigned himself to take the bad with the good, to service his bros how they wanted to be serviced during their beer bashes, to lean over and let cock after cock be rammed up his hole, to feel a b*o creaming his butt without even being sure which b*o it was, to be the frat house’s cum-dump, if only for the afternoon. Chase did it. He didn’t like it, but then nobody said he had to, either. Chase was his frat’s fuckboy and he was more than happy to bend over and let any brother with a hard-on make the journey up his fuck-chute. It was just the beer bashes that he hated. But, then again, he’d never really liked the taste of beer and he had to figure that probably was never going to change either.
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