Hell Night: Pledge Oliver Vol. 1

After he was double-dicked by Brothers Q and Lane, Oliver became obsessed with his asshole. He missed classes so he could stay in his room and finger-fuck himself. Oliver would arch his ass high, bend over the edge of the bed and work three and four fingers inside, concentrating on the image reflected in the long mirror on the back of the door. He eventually worked his thumb into his shaved boy-twat but wasn’t able to reposition his arm to push past the knuckles. The last thing he wanted was to have to call 911 and explain why he had just broken his arm while his hand was stuck inside his own ass. With his hours of intense colon-spelunking research, Oliver learned something new about himself. His bro-cunt was a gate, and hiding behind the puckered crevasse was a cum-slut demanding to be released. Enormous cocks and muscular arms would be the key to his ultimate desire, being stretched wider, further and deeper than his last fuck. On Thursday afternoon, Oliver was looking for a new inanimate object to ride. He grabbed his favorite handleless tumbler and began lubing it up; having quenched his thirst for the last year, he was hoping it would help quench this newfound thirsty ass. He slowly lowered himself down upon it, but as his ass lips swallowed the upturned base, there was a knock at the door. Startled, Oliver jumped to his feet. The tumbler that was halfway inside of him popped out and hit the floor with a metal clunk. “FUCK! Who is it?” he asked while pulling on a pair of gym shorts and reaching for the door. No response. When he opened the door, he saw no one. He looked up and down the hall, but it was empty. Draped over the doorhandle was something old. Something blue. Unfolding it, he saw that it was a Beta Beta Pi T-shirt that was covered in multiple dried loads of cum, like the entire fraternity had used it as the only cum rag in the house. “Tomorrow. 9pm.” was written in black ink on the back. Oliver slammed the door. He covered his face with the shirt. Breathing in the old musky frat-spunk scent, he rode his tumbler until he shot the biggest wad of his life. In post-nut bliss, he stumbled into bed. He neatly folded the stiff, DNA-crusted T-shirt and placed it under his pillow so he could dream of all the different cocks and thick potent loads his ass would be presented with tomorrow night. Reporting for his final task, Oliver knocked on the Beta Beta Pi front door at exactly 9pm. He saw a bright light, heard a door slam and felt the leather mask being tied over his eyes. Before he knew it, he was standing before three Beta Beta Pi alumni, Brothers Rocky Steer, Jay Stryker and Guy Spencer. He was told to remove his clothes and stood naked in front of the towering sex-gods before him. They unzipped and presented their erect phalluses to the pledge. He wrapped his hand around their manhood and vowed his loyalty to the brotherhood. Other brothers filled the room and one by one, the pledge made the same commitment to each, completing the Patriarchal Grip ceremony. Brother Jay secured a leather tie around Oliver’s neck. His mask was removed revealing his true identity to the fraternity. Seeing him for the first time, Jay announced, “Men. He’s ours!” Every bro in the room was naked in seconds. Oliver Ocean’s cock was the first to use the pledge. Once coated in spit, he found the pledge’s hole and pushed inside as Brother Guy stepped up and filled his mouth again. The frat-bros cheered while stroking their hard-ons, encouraging their newest brother to take the fuck as he was spit-roasted. Brother Rocky tapped in, using Oliver’s tongue to tease his massive uncut cock until it was fully erect. “Are you ready?” Brother Oliver Ocean asked, slamming his hips against the smooth twink ass. He moaned at his release, planting the first load of the night deep inside the pledge-cunt. With his fresh juicy hole, Pledge Oliver flipped on to his back and lifted his legs into the air, offering his ass to the next brother. Brother Chase Dreams’ raw cock fell in lust with the cum-filled cunt, slowly withdrawing and then slamming back in. Pushing the first load deeper, Chase knocked the hole up with a second wad of bro-butter. The pledge rolled back onto his knees to show off his now gaping hole to the room. He pushed a stream of spunk out down his hairless balls and onto the chair below him. Brother Andrew Skylar took a seat and had the pledge impale himself on his dick so he could ride the mustached brother’s cock. Andrew held the fuck-cheeks wide as his cock bounced in and out of the jizz-dripping slit. Pledge Oliver took the dick out of his throat and begged for another load, which Brother Andrew happily supplied. Brother Marcus McNeill repositioned the pledge into his favorite upside-down position, so he could drill his hairy prick deep in the fuckhole, working his brother’s swimmers deeper into the bottom’s guts. Marcus watched his cock churn the loads to a creamy froth and used it to stroke his cum out all over the smiling pig-bottom pledge’s face. “You’re going to ride me” Brother Guy stated matter-of-factly. “Yes, sir!” Oliver said as he climbed on top and gave ownership of his boy-gash to the sex-god alumnus. The frat watched as their big brother’s cock dug deeper into the pledge’s colon. Jackhammering his cock further, he passed the second ring before impregnating Oliver with a fifth load. Brother Rex Holland pushed the bottom onto his back and dove in balls deep. The pledge bit his lip while the Latin cock drilled his stretched-out hole. “He wants it! Give it to him!” the brothers chanted as Rex fucked a sixth load into him. Pledge Oliver lifted his ass high and presented it to the largest cock in the room. Brother Rocky used his humongous uncut piece to push the creamy mess back where it belonged. Rocky long-dicked the pledge, now exhausted and incapable of tightening his fuck-hole around his brother’s cock. “I love your cock!”, Oliver moaned while being manhandled back and forth on the ridged manmeat. Rocky picked up speed, “You want this load?” he said, thrusting his cock in one last time, and filled the newest brother’s ass with a seventh and final load. Completely used and weak, Oliver fell back onto the chair and looked up at the brothers surrounding him. He laughed as they applauded and cheered his dripping asshole on how well it took all of their dicks. “Welcome to the brotherhood!” Brother Jay removed the leather tie from his neck as he was presented with his new Beta Beta Pi T-shirt. He proudly pulled the fraternal letters over his head. He was one of them now. Oliver knew this desire for being fucked full of cum wasn’t over. In fact, it had just been awakened. He was proud to be a walking, talking cumslut for bro-meat. A hole in constant heat. He couldn’t wait to see if this buffet of cock could satisfy his hunger.