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Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 6 - Task #4 : Dares
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 17:24:27 +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 6 - Dares
“You stripped for us yesterday. But today? You strip because you’re one of us. Almost.”
That was the only warning I got before I let Lucas pull my tank top off over my head and tossed it across the room. I obliged and nodded. The rest came off with it; my thong, already damp and stained, peeled down my thighs like it wanted to stay. I stood there, bare, flushed, hard. Every guy watching.
Lucas stepped forward, holding a paddle. Not a frat-style joke paddle. This was wood. Real. Polished. He tapped it once against his palm, then motioned to the couch. “Over the armrest. Now.”
I obeyed without a word, draping my body over the couch. My bare ass arched up in the air.
Lucas paced behind me. “Every pledge endures this,” he said, voice casual like a tour guide. “It’s tradition. Twenty-one spanks"
“Why twenty-one?” he repeated, running a finger along the edge of the paddle. “Because it’s how many strokes it took to make the first pledge cry.”
He looked right at me as he said it.
“Not quit. Not scream. Cry. That’s when the guys knew he was ready to break and belong.”
"Yes, Sir. I am ready", I answered.
The first crack landed hard...flat across both of my ass cheeks. I gasped, gripping the cushion. Lucas didn’t pause. They came in clean succession. Some stung sharp. Some thudded deep. But by the tenth, my skin was glowing.
The room had gone quiet, just the steady sound of spanking and my own sharp breathing. By the time he reached twenty-one, I was squirming, sweating, blinking tears.
"Thank you sir..."
"There, we go.. You took it like a champ.", Brett said.
Lucas rubbed a hand over my sore cheeks, laughing softly. “And because I’m special, I get to start your task today… and give you one more.”
He stepped up beside me. His armpit was right at eye level: hairy, musky, already damp with sweat. Lucas raised his arm. “Lick.”
My tongue was already out before I thought. I dragged it slow through the damp crease, the taste of sweat and deodorant thick on my tongue. He laughed, hand gripping the back of my head, keeping me there.
“Get the edge. Yeah. Right there. That’s where it pools.”
It was sour and earthy. I licked again. Slower this time. Longer.
“You’re nasty,” he whispered. “I fucking love it.”
Lucas stepped back, wiping his pit with his fingers and smearing it down my chest.
“Next.”
Brett strolled in, shirtless, basketball shorts clinging to his thighs with sweat. His chest was still flushed from his workout. He had headphones around his neck and a smug grin. “Next dare’s pretty simple,” he said, pulling the drawstring on his shorts.
“Come here, pledge. You need to get familiar with your guy's musk.”
He let his shorts fall. No underwear. “Came straight from the gym,” he said proudly. “Didn’t even shower. This one’s for you, pledge.”
His cock hung heavy, but I wasn’t looking at that. His balls....slick, low, musky...were glistening.
“Clean my balls”
I sank to my knees and leaned in and reached out with my hand
"Hahaha. No. Pledge, clean with your tongue", Brett laughed.
I obeyed. I leaned my mouth towards Brett's balls. The smell hit me first...raw, post-workout, thick with male sweat. I dragged my tongue across his sack. He groaned softly, adjusting himself.
“Ah...you missed a spot.”
I licked again, slower this time, catching every crease. My tongue curled around the base, then up under the rim. His hand came down to rest on my head.
“Good boy,” he murmured.
“Fuck, he’s good,” Brett muttered, petting my hair. “Maybe I’ll stop showering if this is what I come home to.”
Laughter. Someone muttered, “He’d probably beg for it.”
“Next,” Lucas called out.
Joshua cracked his knuckles and stepped forward. “Alright, toy. You’re gonna lay on the floor.” He rolled his shoulders as he walked in, holding a clear glass with orange juice in it. He was wearing nothing but boxers and that smile; wide, cocky, and just a little mean.
“My dare’s refreshing,” he said, swirling the juice. “Ever had citrus and cock in the same minute?”
The boys laughed.
Joshua pulled his boxers down. His balls bounced out, already hanging heavy. He dipped them into the orange juice slowly...soaking them...then stepped over me.
“We’re gonna play a little game of teabag and sip,” he said with a smirk. “I dip, you sip. No flinching. Open every time I lower.”
I blinked, stunned. The others were howling with laughter already.
Joshua crouched over me, positioning himself so his balls hovered above my face. I opened my mouth and he dipped them right in. They were warm, damp, citrusy from the orange juice.
Then up again.
Another dip. This time deeper.
I gagged slightly. He laughed. “You better keep your mouth open, pledge. Don’t want me spilling on the carpet.”
I obeyed, tilting my head back, opening wide.
He dipped again. The cold sting of orange juice mixed with the warmth of his balls was insane. I shivered, trying to keep my tongue still. He dragged them across my lips, then let them rest inside.
His cock bobbed slightly above my nose.
Behind him, someone joked, “Look at his mouth. Waiting. Dripping. Dude looks like a fucking orange juice dispenser.”
The guys were losing it.
But I stayed still. Swallowed every drop. Every time his sack dipped into my mouth, I opened wider. I didn’t gag. I didn’t flinch.
“Fuck,” Joshua muttered. “He’s into it.”
Then came Jace.
The room got quiet. Everyone leaned in a little.
Lucas grinned. “We know how obsessed you are with Jace’s cock. You’ve made that very clear.”
Jace stepped forward.
My breath caught.
“Doggy position now,” he commanded.
I moved instantly; palms flat against the cold floor, knees spread apart. My back arched instinctively, like my body already knew what they wanted. I felt the air hit my skin, my hole exposed, bare and twitching. My ass was fully out, angled up for inspection, vulnerable in the dim light.
I stayed like that. Waiting. Quiet. Every breath shallow. Every second stretched like I was being watched from all sides.
He smiled and walked behind me, kneeling. “So here’s the deal. I’m gonna hover my cock right here…”
"Rest it on your hole." Jace approached me slowly, already half-hard, towering over me. “This one’s all about control.”
He brought his cock....thick, hard, warm...right up to my ass. Not touching. Just close. I could feel it radiating heat. I clenched instinctively.
Jace smacked my thigh. “You clench your hole, you lose pledge. Behave.”
I flushed, remembering how I moaned around him the night before. I took a shaky breath. Tried to relax. But he kept getting closer. His cockhead was barely an inch from my hole.
“Nope,” he said, slapping my ass. “You’re losing it.”
“I’m...trying, sir” I gasped.
He leaned in closer. His cockhead nudged but didn’t press in. “Better.”
The longer he hovered, the harder it got. My body begged to be filled but I had to stay still.
“You’re desperate,” Jace murmured. “I can feel it. But you’ll wait.”
"You want it, don’t you?” he whispered. “But we don’t fuck our pledges until they’ve earned it.”
He grazed the edge of my hole. Not entering. Not even nudging. Just close enough to feel it. “Your hole is twitching,” he teased. “Trying to suck me in.”
The guys laughed. One of them said, “Desperate slut.”
I stayed frozen.
Jace whispered in my ear. “I can feel how much you want. But patience pledge. Soon..” He stood up and walked off, leaving my body aching and my cock leaking onto the floor.
Then Chase, the frat president.
He walked in last, jeans slung low on his hips. Unlike the others, he didn’t smile. Didn’t touch me. He just watched. “I don’t have a dare for you,” he said.
The room went still.
“I’ve got something else. A task I designed myself. You can call me a founder. It's my favorite one.”
I swallowed hard.
He walked up, crouched beside me, and ran a hand through my hair. “Tomorrow,” he whispered. “You’ll be introduced to the Brew.”
He leaned in, whispering against my ear. “Hope you’re thirsty.”
The room erupted in cheers, laughter, jeers. Someone said, “He’s not ready for that shit.” Another added, “Better hydrate, pledge... or wait for tomorrow.”
But all I could do was kneel there, my whole body buzzing with sweat, juice, cock, and need. And wait for tomorrow.
Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 7 - Task #5 : The Brew
Comments
Troy
I am pretty sure a lot of the lads have had this tradition during their Frat days! I hope my frat bros can relate with it!
J
That’s an impressive list of dares they really tested Troy, sad Chase didn’t have one. Brotherhood brew sounds interesting and dirty I have my own idea of what it is and if I’m right it’s gonna be hard to swallow.
Troy
It'll be FILTHY! haha.
Christopher Lucas-Taylor
Some awesome dares. Brotherhood brew sounds interesting.
