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I hustled across campus, trying to ignore the shocked looks I kept getting. I could feel a bit of cum start dripping down my face, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to be late, Riley was expecting me. More than once a guy who saw me would start taunting me.
“Where you going, faggot? You missed a spot.”
I tried to ignore them, but couldn’t ignore the faint itch that had returned to my newly tattooed asshole. My own cock was stiffening in my pants. Finally I walked up to the frat house and knocked on the door. Riley answered, just staring at me, from my cum matted hair, to my cum soaked shirt.
“Get in here,” he finally instructed, moving aside so I could walk into the house. He motioned to a little room to the side and I walked in, taking a seat on the couch as he closed the door and walked in behind me.
“Sorry I’m late,” I preemptively apologized. “I was getting a tat…” He cut me off.
“I don’t want to hear it,” he said, sitting down across from me. His legs fell apart in the chair, and I could just make out his dick through his shorts. The itch picked up a little bit, and I found myself imagining what it would be like if Riley fucked me. To help with the itch, of course. Not, like, in a gay way.
“Frankly, man, I’m not sure you’re serious about joining this fraternity.” he continued. My eyes jumped back up to his face.
“I am, I swear!” I pleaded
“I’m not so sure. We caught this on the security cams,” he pushed a few buttons on the remote, and there I was, beating off in the basement while I did his laundry. My jaw dropped as I watched. I looked so gay, beating off as I sniffed his undies, and I looked even gayer as I blew a load into them.
“It’s not what you think. I was just…” I tried to explain, but he cut me off again.
“What it looks like, is you’re a faggot and using us to get off.” The itch grew, just a bit, at his words. I shifted on the couch, trying to get some relief from the movement.
“No, I’m not, I swear. I’m dedicated. I even got the greek letters tattooed on me today!” I insisted, the itch intensifying as I thought about my tattoo. I had an urge to tug down my pants and show him my tattoo, and then… It really hit me, for the first time, that to show my frat brothers the tattoo I’d have to expose myself and spread my cheeks for them. I shifted again as the itch grew, my cock starting to swell as well.
“Really.” There was no mistaking the doubt in his voice. He didn’t believe me.
“Yes, I swear! I’m serious about this, I’m all in. I even got my dick pierced, and a tattoo This is important to me.” I pleaded.
“You’re a lot of talk, but I’m just not convinced. I mean, look at you,” he turned to the TV, where the security footage of me jerking off seemed to be playing on a loop. “You were huffing my shorts to get off. Only a faggot would do that.”
“No, man, I swear. I… I was just so horny that day, from the piercing. I don’t even know why I did it, please…”
“And now you’re making up some tattoo,” he added, obviously not believing that I had one, The itch got more intense, tingling inside my hole, and my cock reached full hardness, but I had to show him. I knew it would seem gay, especially since I was hard, but he had to know I wasn’t lying.
I stood up suddenly and my hands went to my pants. I started to unfasten them, shoving them to the floor. My cock flipped up to slap against my cum soaked shirt.
“What the fuck…” Riley said as I stripped in front of him. I spun around, getting on my knees on the couch, my head resting against the back cushions, and reached back to spread my cheeks apart.
“See?” I pleaded. “I’m committed, I swear!”
Riley got to his feet and approached me from behind. I waited, silent, as he examined my tattoo. He put a hand on my left cheek, pulling it wider, and the heat from his palm seemed to feed the itch.
“Well, that does change things,” he said, removing his hand and walking to the door. “Stay like that,” he instructed before pulling open the door. “Hey, guys,” he yelled. “Come look at this.” He stood by the door and waited. Dylan walked into the room, looking at Riley
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Derek wants to show us his new tattoo, to show how dedicated he is to us,” Riley explained, pointing to me. I saw Dylan’s eyes widen as he saw me spreading my cheeks on the couch. “Take a look at his ass,” he added. Dylan walked around behind me, and it was like I could feel his eyes on my ass, his gaze giving fuel to the itch’s fire.
“Wow,” he said slowly. “That’s something.”
“What’s going—wooooaaaaaah,” Austin burst into the room.
“Come check out this tattoo,” Dylan said, and I heard him move to the side. Austin walked behind me, and I shifted my knees as I felt his gaze feeding the itch. Chris, and Lenny, the fraternity president, walked in together.
“Guys, come look at this pledge’s tattoo,” Austin said to them. Carter and Mason came in together, stopping just inside the door to stare.
“Pledge got a tattoo,” Riley explained to them, and they crossed the room to join the line.
“What…” I cleared my throat, turning my head to watch the line move as brother after brother looked at my tattoo. “What do the sides say? Doma didn’t tell me.” They all burst out laughing. After that, each brother seeing it for the first time laughed again, but nobody would answer me.
“Guys, I think we should be drinking,” Chris said, now leaning against the wall.
“We definitely should be drinking,” Lenny said in an official tone.
“Fuck!” Riley said, as if a light bulb had just lit up over his head. “I have a great idea.” He walked over to Lenny, who was leaning against the wall right in front of me, and started whispering. An evil grin spread on Lenny’s face.
“Yeah, do it!” Lenny told Riley. “Let’s have ourselves a party, guys!” He yelled to the room, and cheering broke out. Everyone had seen my tattoo now, but I was still keeping it displayed. My hands were shaking from the effort of spreading my cheeks, the itch raging worse than it had been at Doma’s shop. I needed to scratch it, but I didn’t know what to do. With nobody looking at my tattoo, I finally let go and sat back down on the couch. I reached down to put my pants back on, but they were gone, so I just sat on the couch, squirming against the cushions.
“Here you go, man,” Riley said, handing me a shot glass. I tossed it back, hoping that alcohol would help me forget the itch that had me squirming on the couch with my dick sticking up into the air. I could tell there was vodka, but it was mixed with something else. Something creamy? I couldn’t place it.
“What was that?” I asked, handing back the empty shot glass. All around me the guys had started drinking, some taking shots, some drinking beer.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” He asked, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Yeah, it was good. I don’t think I’d ever had that shot before. What’s it called?” I asked
“I made it up just for you. I’ll tell you the ingredients later. Let’s party!” Someone had started playing music, and I could hear Closer playing in the background. Riley handed me another shot, and I tossed it back right away. The burn of the vodka was less the second time around, and I liked the flavor even more. Everyone was acting casual about me sitting there wearing nothing but a cum soaked t-shirt, hard as fuck, and wiggling my ass onto the cushions.
Riley brought me another shot.
I was feeling drunk already, and when he brought me another shot I said so.
“Don’t worry, I barely put any alcohol in this one.” I tossed it back, letting the creamy liquid wash over my tongue.
“Good, huh?” he asked.
“Yeah. I really like it.” I answered, and some of the guys around us guffawed. The itch was driving me crazy, and being drunk wasn’t helping at all. I wanted to make an excuse and get out of there, but I didn’t know where my pants were. Riley brought me another shot, plopping down next to me on the couch.
“Sip this one, man. Savor it.” He said, putting an arm over my shoulder. I raised the glass to my lips and took a sip. It was easy to savor something so delicious. The itch was still driving me crazy, and with Riley sitting right next to me, he noticed me grinding on the cushions. “What’s wrong? He asked, arm still around me. I took another sip of the drink before answering.
“It’s…” I started, realizing that I could ask Riley to help me scratch it. I leaned in and whispered to it. “It’s my tattoo. My ass, it itches, but I can’t touch it until it heals, so I can’t scratch it without help from someone else.”
“I’ll scratch it for you, buddy. How can I help?” He squeezed my shoulder, glancing down at my hard cock with a smile as he spoke.
“You, uh, you have to use your dick,” I explained, blushing. “I’m not gay or anything, it’s just the only way to scratch it is to fuck it.”
“So you want me to fuck your ass, but you’re not gay, it’s just to scratch that itch?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. He had it right.
“Sure, buddy. Get up on all fours, I’ll scratch it for you.”
“Um, can we go somewhere private?”
“We don’t need to do that, man. It’s not like it’s gay, I’m just helping scratch your itch, right?” He explained reasonably. I felt a gush of precum leak from my cock.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned as I climbed onto all fours, pressing my blushing face into the back of the couch. I heard conversation die down as Riley stood up and moved behind me. He spat on my hole, sending a shiver up my spine that came out my mouth as a moan. I felt his cock start to slide around over my hole and pressed my face into the cushions harder to try and muffle the moans.
“Don’t worry, guys. It’s not gay, he just wants me to fuck his ass to scratch an itch,” Riley explained to the room at large, drawing more laughter from the crowd. “Lenny, why don’t you make him another one of those special shots?”
“You want another shot, buddy?” I heard Lenny ask. I lifted my head from the cushion and looked at him.
“Yes, please. That sounds good.” I gasped as Riley’s dick started to push into me, and sighed as the movement soothed the itch that had been driving me crazy.
“Haha, you guys see that? Riley’s dick went right in there!” Mason said from behind me, causing another wave of laughter to break out. Riley leaned forward and I could feel his breath on my ear.
“This helping that itch, buddy?” He asked me, hunching his hips to send his dick into my ass in little, jabbing thrusts. Every time it went in I could feel the itch back off, but when he pulled out it went right back to where it was. Still, it felt so good, I didn’t want him to stop.
“Ye-yes! Please, keep doing it!” I said, aware that the other guys around us watching could hear me. Sure enough, they burst out laughing.
“Here’s your drink, man,” Lenny said, putting a shot glass to my lips. I let the creamy shot flow into my mouth. This one was as strong as the first, but I could still taste whatever it was that made them so good through the vodka. A little bit of it ran from the corner of my mouth, and I rolled my tongue over my lips to try and catch it.
“Thank you,” I said, looking up at Lenny as he watched Riley fuck me.
“You should call him Sir,” Riley said, breathing heavy as he kept fucking me. “He’s the fraternity president, after all.” He started to get rougher, punch fucking me in long, deep strokes.
“Unh, thank you Sir!” I said, wondering why the this made the other guys laugh.
“You want another shot?” Lenny asked me, grinning.
“Unh, y-yes, Sir,” I answered, laying one cheek on the couch as the fuck continued. The itch was still so bad. It was like the relief I was getting as Riley scratched it was matched by the increases I got from the other guys watching.
“I’m going to cum, buddy,” Riley said. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“No!” I gasped. “It’ll help the itch!” More laughter rang through the room as I said this, and Riley slammed home again, moaning as he started to pump his load into my ass. I moaned along with him, losing track of what was going on as the pleasure flooded through me. I even forgot about the itch.
And then he pulled out, and it came back.
“Oh, no!” I said, wiggling my ass back and forth. “It’s back! The itch is still there. Please! Somebody help me scratch it! Somebody fuck me, please!” I begged.
“Oh, it’s definitely my turn,” Lenny said, handing a shot glass to Chris and walking around behind me. “You want me to fuck you, pledge?”
“Yes, Sir! Please, fuck me–oh, oh oh oh!” I cried out as he drove his dick into me with a single stroke, going right to the rough fucking. Chris put the shot glass to my lips, and I opened my mouth to take it, a moan gurgling through the liquid.
“I’m next,” Chris called out.
“Then me,” said Dylan.
“I’m after Dylan,” Austin claimed his spot.
“Then me,” said Carter.
“Well, I guess I’m last,” Mason said good naturedly.
Why are they picking turns? I wondered. This is just to scratch my itch. What if it goes away before they’ve all gone? I gasped as Lenny grabbed my hair and jerked my head back.
“How’s that feeling, pledge?” He asked in a powerful tone.
“It feels good, Sir!” I moaned, looking ahead at Mason, Austin, and Carter as they leaned against the wall, watching and waiting for their turns.
“Here it comes, faggot!” Lenny said, and I felt him start to fill my ass with his cum. The itch turned into a hum, but it didn’t get less intense. He pulled out and gave my ass a slap. “What do you say?” He asked.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, drawing more laughter from the group.
“Next!” Lenny called, giving my ass another slap. Another cock was shoved into me, soothing that never ending itch, and I just relaxed into the couch and let it happen.
“Well, that’s everyone,” Riley said, looking down at me from behind the couch. I looked up and met his eyes.
“Everyone?” I asked.
“I’m a brother and you’re just a pledge. Really, you should call all of us Sir,” he chastised me.
“Yes Sir, I said without thinking. Sorry, Sir.”
“How’s that itch feeling now, buddy?” He asked.
“Uh, Sir, it still itches. It’s so bad,” I said, shifting my ass back and forth in a futile effort to ease it.
“Hmm,” he said. “I have one more idea that might help. This is the ingredient that I made your drink from,” Riley held a large syringe in front of me. “See?” he asked, as he stuck the end of it into my mouth and pressed the plunger. A spurt of the creamy liquid I had been drinking ran over my tongue, and I moaned with enjoyment as I swallowed it, ignoring the guffaws all around me. He pulled the syringe back and held it in front of me. I kind of wanted more of it. I licked my lips.
“Any guesses as to what it is?” He asked, tilting it back and forth.
“No, I have no idea, Sir. It’s very good, though.” I answered, my eyes locked on it.
“Well, I’m in an animal husbandry course for my major, and this week we were working on extracting semen from horses,” he said, and I could see the wicked grin on his face behind the syringe. “I saw your tattoo, and thought you might enjoy a little.”
“Horse… Semen?” I said, confused.
“Yeah, buddy. You’ve been taking shots of horse cum all night,” he explained. I didn’t know what to do. I’d been drinking horse cum, but… but it tasted so good! He rested the tip against my lips and tapped the plunger, letting some of the horse cum spill out over my lips. My tongue darted out to lick it up, and then my lips parted to try and take the syringe back into my mouth. That got more laughter.
I started sucking on the syringe, and Riley laughing as he pushed the plunger again and again, sending periodic gushes of horse cum into my mouth. Fingers moved across my hole, stretched from all of my brothers scratching my itch, which was more intense than ever before.
“Itch bothering you?” Riley asked, pulling the syringe from my mouth so I could answer.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “It itches so bad, Sir.” My voice came out in a desperate whine.
“I think I have an idea for what could help your itch,” Riley suggested. “I bet some horse cum would make it feel much better, don’t you?” When he’d started speaking, he pushed the syringe back into my mouth. At “horse cum” he had given the plunger a firm press, sending a large gush of the tasty cum into my mouth. I was swallowing it, even as I gave an affirmative moan and wiggled my hips. “You take over here, Lenny. I need the practice for when we knock up the mares next week.” Lenny wrapped his fingers around the syringe and started giving the plunger little pushes to send horse cum washing over my tongue. I couldn’t help moaning each time.
“Here you go, man. This oughta help you out.” Riley started slipping the second syringe in my ass, the penis thick tube giving me a moment of relief. “Get ready. On three, Lenny. One. Two. Three!” With a wicked laugh he pressed the plunger, sending a flood of horse cum into my ass. My legs started to shake as the cum spread through my insides. At the same time, Lenny pressed the plunger all the way down, flooding my mouth with so much horse cum that it was leaking from the corners and running down my face. I couldn’t deny how good the cum tasted, and how good it felt rushing through my insides. I came, my own cock jerking between my quivering legs and painting the couch with strings of cum.
“Holy fuck, it’s making him cum!” Chris cried out, bursting into laughter.
“What a fucking nasty faggot,” said Carter. I knew I should be upset that my frat brothers were starting to call me a faggot, after all, I’m not gay, but the orgasm was too good for me to get upset. I moaned, and swallowed, and shook, and came all over the couch. Riley pulled the syringe from my ass at the same time Lenny pulled the other one from my mouth.
“Well,” said Riley, “If you were a horse, you’d be pregnant now.” Everybody laughed at this, and I felt my face go red as my cock jerked and I had another orgasm, right there in front of my brothers.
“Look at the mess you made,” Lenny said, angry. I lifted my head and looked down at the couch. There was cum everywhere. He grabbed the back of my head and started to push my face down. My legs slipped off the couch and my knees fell to the rug with a thunk as he planted my face in my own cum. “Clean it up,” he commanded, smearing my face around, getting cum in my hair and all over my face. My tongue darted out, and I started licking it up. He let go of my head, and I kept going until the couch was clean.
“Get out of here, faggot,” Lenny said, throwing my pants on top of me. I stood up and put them on, still blushing.
“Oh, and bring your roommate with you tomorrow, buddy,” Riley said. “I think we’re going to need another pledge.”
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