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Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 7 - Task #5 : The Brew
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 13:30:02 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
This story contains task-based scenarios involving the narrator. All actions are fully consensual, and the narrator (the pledge) willingly agrees to and participates in each task. There is no non-consensual content depicted.
Part 7 - Goblet of Brew
I was still on my knees when Chase stepped forward, holding what looked like a medieval goblet. It was thick and gleaming, heavy in his grip. A deep silver chalice, darkened at the rim, like something pulled straight from a secret ceremony or a sex ritual. It landed with a thud on the hardwood floor in front of me.
“This,” he said, voice calm, “is the Goblet of Brew.”
There was a chuckle...low, approving, but no one really laughed. They all knew what was coming. I didn’t yet. Not fully. But my gut twisted with instinct.
Chase looked down at me, his presence towering. “You didn’t get a task yesterday from me,” he said. “Because today is your real test. Tonight, you take what we give. And if you do it right; if you take every drop; you’ll earn the right to serve us properly tomorrow.”
He crouched, eyes level with mine. “Tonight is about us. Not our cocks. Not your pleasure. Just our release. And your devotion towards us..”
He stood, then tapped the goblet once. “We fill the cup. You stay on your knees. You watch. And when it’s ready… you drink.”
He turned and walked back toward the long leather couch where the others were already seated; four half-hard cocks, four pairs of spread legs, thick thighs, wide stances, silent stares.
My heart thudded.
They were gods.
And I was kneeling at their feet.
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Chase sat at the center, stretching his long legs out wide. His cock lay heavy across his thigh, the head flushed and already beading. He spat in his palm and started stroking with smooth, easy confidence. Not a man in a hurry. A man in control.
Across from him was Lucas; chest broad, dark curls messy, cock curved upward against his abs. He leaned back, rubbing one thumb around the tip, hips rocking slightly as his hand started moving. “You’re lucky, pledge,” he muttered, eyes on me. “Most guys dream about this their whole lives. You get to watch it happen.”
Then Joshua, his body was leaner but still carved, his cock long and pulsing between his legs. He didn’t stroke right away. He just spread his knees wider and reached down to scratch lazily at his stomach, teasing himself like he had all the time in the world. “You’re hard already, aren’t you?” he said, smirking. “You like being watched. Good. Because you’ll be watched every damn day from now on.”
Brett was more intense. Quiet. Thick legs spread wide, one ankle crossed over the other, his hand slow and firm around his shaft. He didn’t say anything. Just stared straight at me...cold, calm...like he could read every dirty thought in my head.
And then Jace.
Jace didn’t touch himself yet. He sat like a king. Legs open, chest bare, cock thick and heavy against one thigh. His arms rested on the couch behind him, body relaxed, radiating power. “Look at you,” he said. “Already on your knees. Already needing it.” He let the silence stretch, then tilted his head. “You’re gonna drink from that cup like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”
The room was pulsing.
Five guys. Five cocks. Five bodies lit with heat and hunger.
And me, on my knees, surrounded by their feet, breath shaking, cock aching.
Then Chase started stroking in earnest...slow, deliberate, each stroke a statement. His thighs flexed, his chest rose and fell, his moans deepening. His toes brushed my thigh as he shifted forward.
I could smell him.
All of him.
“Ready to be baptized?” he muttered.
He grunted...his abs tightening and then he stood up, towering over me. His cock hovered just above the goblet.
He angled his shaft down. One, two strokes and then it started.
Thick white ropes spilled out of him, hitting the inside of the cup with a sticky splat.
Another burst.
And another.
He groaned as he emptied into it, balls flexing, his breath ragged. The last dribble ran down his shaft and hung there. He wiped it with two fingers and flicked it into the goblet.
“One down,” he said, stepping back.
Lucas was next.
He stood tall, thick thighs tense, one hand stroking tight and fast. His other hand ran down his torso, fingers brushing his nipples. “Fuck,” he muttered. “That cup’s already got a head start.”
He grunted as he came.........hard. His first rope hit the edge, then a second burst filled the center. He held the head there, letting every drop spill directly into the mix.
When he was done, he shook the last drops in, then stepped back with a smirk.
“Two down.”
Joshua stood third, already breathless.
He didn’t bother being careful.
“Better catch it, pledge,” he warned, grinning. “I’ve been saving this load since this morning.” He stroked fast, hips thrusting, and let out a groan so deep it made my knees wobble.
His load hit the rim of the chalice, then the center, spilling over the others like frosting.
He gave one final pump, aiming directly at the thick swirl, then stepped back with a slap on my cheek. “Lick the rim when you’re done,” he whispered. “Not a single drop wasted.”
Then Brett.
He didn’t talk. He didn’t tease. He just walked forward, slow and silent, and came like he was handing me a part of his soul.
His strokes were slower. Tighter. He leaned over me, eyes locked. And when he came, his mouth fell open; but no sound came out.
His cum hit the goblet in three heavy bursts:deep, rich, thick.
Then he stepped away.
And the room fell silent.
All eyes turned to Jace.
Still seated.
Still stroking.
Still hard.
He stood like it meant something. He walked slow, cock bobbing with each step, sweat shining on his abs.
He stood in front of me, staring down, cock in hand.
And then he let it go.
The first rope hit the rim.
The second overflowed it.
He tilted his hips, emptying himself into the already full cup, gasping, grunting, head thrown back. But even after the final spurt, his cock still leaked...a long, lazy drip sliding down his shaft.
That’s when someone said it.
A voice behind me; Lucas, or maybe Chase. “He’s your favorite, isn’t he?”
I froze.
“Then clean him, pledge.”
I nodded and turned my head slowly, heart pounding, and leaned forward. I opened my mouth. And with one long, slow lick, I cleaned Jace’s cock from base to tip.
His breath hitched. “Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s your first taste.”
Then he reached down, picked up the goblet, and held it in front of my face.
His voice dropped. “But now it’s time to taste all of us.”
He tipped the goblet. Thick. Warm. Sticky.
The mix of five men...sweat, cum, salt, power...poured into my mouth.
I swallowed.
Another sip.
Then another.
Until I’d taken every drop.
The room was still.
Then Chase stepped forward. "You took it like a champ,” he said. “Every drop. Every guy.”
A beat of silence.
Then Jace bent down beside me, his lips brushing my ear. “You’ve earned your way to the first tasting,” he said. “Tomorrow…”
He paused.
Grinned. “Tomorrow, we make you suck all five of us..”
"Finally," Lucas called out from behind, a spark of excitement in his voice.
Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 8 - Task #6 : One Pledge.
Comments
Troy
Now the brothers will enjoy him in the next part ;) Give and take.. Troy's mostly taking ,but he's not upset about it.
Christopher Lucas-Taylor
That was hot 🔥 Troy enjoyed his 5 brothers.
Troy
HAHAA. Brotherhood brew is pretty common in frat houses ;) Glad you enjoyed it.
Troy
Me too Mike. ME TOO!
J
I fucking knew that’s what the brotherhood brew would be, so damn hot and Troy loved it all. Tomorrow he is gonna be in heaven pure bliss sucking and swallowing all the hot frat bros. Damn it I wish I was one of them. Troy would for sure be my bf.
Mike
Hot. Wish I had been that pledge.
