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Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 3 - Jace's Personal Task
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 21:46:02 +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 3: Jace's Personal Task
There he was.
Jace. Lying behind me in my bed like he belonged there. Like this was his room, not mine. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. His body pressed up against mine, firm and solid, like every inch of him was built to make me feel smaller.
“Finish what you started, pledge,” he muttered.
I nodded. I was excited to have him in my bed.
Then I felt it - his hand at my hip. The shift of his legs behind me. He adjusted his body, grinding forward until the thick shape of his cock slid between the cheeks of my ass. Slow. Intentional. My breath hitched, but I didn’t move away. Not even a little.
I just lay there on my side, half-asleep, half-hard and let Jace’s body press against mine from behind.
His cock was hard. I could feel it through his shorts, thick and hot, grinding up the curve of my ass like he was claiming me in the dark. His hand stayed on my hip, steadying me while he moved, slow, rhythmic thrusts that made the bed creak and my breath catch.
“Yes,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut again. “Yes, Jace…”
“That’s it, pledge,” he muttered against the back of my neck, his breath damp and rough. “Just feel it.”
I rolled my hips, pushing back into him, letting the curve of my ass mold around the shape of his cock. Every grind was hotter than the last, like we weren’t just dry-humping, we were fucking through clothes. And it was filthy. Quiet. Slow. So hot I couldn’t think straight.
“You’re seriously already dripping for me?” he murmured, cocky now. “You liked riding me earlier, huh?”
I didn’t answer. I just kept moving, letting my body do the begging for me.
He pushed harder. I whimpered.
Then he pulled back. “Turn around,” Jace said, voice low and commanding. “Get your face between my legs. I’ve got a real task for you.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I flipped over and crawled down the bed until I was between his thighs. He laid back, arms folded behind his head like this was a fucking massage, not a blowjob.
“Take those shorts off, pledge.”
I swallowed hard.
I reached forward and hooked the waistband of his shorts with both hands. I peeled them down over his thighs, slow and careful, until they bunched at his knees. And there it was.....his cock. Thick and heavy, lying flat against his stomach. Not insanely huge, but just real. Long enough to make me pause. Long enough to make me want to taste him. Veins snaking the underside. The skin darker at the tip, already glistening.
I rolled over onto my stomach, kissed down the trail from his navel, and settled between his legs. He stayed lying there with his hands behind his head like he was just sunbathing, like my mouth didn’t matter. That only made me want it more.
I started slow.
Tongue first, just a long, warm lick from base to tip. I felt him twitch the second I got to the top. Then another lick, slower this time. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, letting my mouth adjust to the weight of him. His taste spread across my tongue...salty, musky, raw.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just breathed.
I took more of his cock in my mouth sliding across my tongue, inch by inch, until my jaw stretched and my lips were wrapped around the whole shaft. I started moving slow bobs, up and down, letting my tongue swirl around him as I went.
Then, a groan. “Fuck, pledge.”
His voice was rough, quiet. Like it took effort not to moan louder.
I found a rhythm. Used my hands at the base. Let my spit slide down the shaft. The slurping sound filled the room, wet and slippery. His hips stayed still, but his cock throbbed deeper in my mouth with every stroke.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Where’d a pledge like you learn this?”
I pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Never done this before, sir…”
But in my head: Of course I couldn’t admit I used to be a total cocksucker in high school. That I’d made upperclassmen moan in locker rooms. That I’d turned more than a few straight boys just by knowing how to use my mouth.
“First time?” Jace smirked. “Could’ve fooled me, pledge.”
I dove back down, mouth stretched around him, drool dripping down my chin now. He was thick and hot and leaking across my tongue, and I was losing myself in it.
His abs tensed. His thighs flexed. I could tell he was getting close. But he didn’t warn me. No breathy I’m about to or fuck, take it. Just a sudden twitch. A pulse. Then another.
And without any warning....
He came.
Thick, hot spurts. Not a gentle leak. It hit the back of my throat and kept coming. Salty. Messy. Strong. I gagged, swallowed, tried to breathe, but he kept spilling his cum inside me like he’d been saving it for me. My lips stayed sealed around him, my tongue still moving, working through every last drop.
His body trembled under me. One deep breath. Then another.
I was still licking when he spoke. “I didn’t hear a thank you, pledge.”
My mouth was full. My throat ached. I swallowed again, trying to catch my breath. Then, quiet and raw, “Thank you, Jace.”
His hand slid down and ruffled my hair. “Atta boy.”
He sat up slowly, cock softening against his thigh as he pulled his shorts back up. Still breathing hard. Still smirking like I’d just passed some secret test.
“When we ask,” he said, voice cool, “you always obey.”
“Yes, sir.”
He headed for the door, stopping just once before leaving.
“Oh and rest up, pledge,” he said over his shoulder. “Tomorrow’s task? You’re gonna need all your energy for that.”
He shut the door behind him.
And I lay there....dizzy, aching, throat raw, mouth still slick....wondering what the fuck I’d signed up for.
Frat Games: The House Plaything | Part 4 - Task #2 : The House Maid
Comments
Troy
hahaha. "Yes, Sir"
J
I’d like to be a brother I have a couple things I’d ask Troy!!!
Troy
"When a brother asks, you must obey"
Christopher Lucas-Taylor
Well Troy certainly made Jace happy and empty.
