When I first posted this, half of it got cut off. Here is the repost!
The fraternity house was noisy upstairs—the biggest event of the season was in full swing, so that meant I was kept waiting for quite a while before the first set of heavy footprints made their way downstairs. Each of the deep voices cajoling one another for another successful evening.
My room in the basement was nice enough, if bare. All except for the massive bed I was currently perched upon. I’d taken the liberty of stripping the sheets and replacing them with a new pair. Assuming my position at the edge of the bed, I gave my black and white striped jock strap a firm snap before raising my ass in the air, resting my head upon the mattress before the door came crashing open.
“God damn,” Matt, the house leader said. “I forgot what a beautiful fucking ass that is.”
Six guys were permitted to use me, and they were all gorgeous. Hard bodies, sculpted over years of hard work and weight lifting. Tall, and broad shouldered. Some had kind eyes, some were devious. Two of them had skin as smooth and hairless as silk, while others varied from a light dust of hair, to darker tufts of deep cinnamon that covered their chests and the hard ridges of their abdomens. It was the perfect mix of all things masculinity.
I could smell the alcohol the moment they stepped into the room. Most of them needed a little liquid courage to release their inner animal and embrace their true nature.
I watched with a heart that skipped beats as they gathered around the bed. They would take turns finishing, while the others watched like hungry voyeurs. It was my greatest purpose brought to light. I loved watching them watch me.
“Hello, beautiful,” Matt said, coming around the bed and capturing my chin between his fingers. Matt had short brown hair and Roman features. His eyes were one of the devious ones. “Are you ready for us?”
“Please.”
“Mm. We’re going to hurt you. You know that, right?”
Even though I knew he wasn’t being literal, per se, I gulped just the same. A grin cracked his face and he turned to his comrades and nodded. The grip around my chin tightened.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he said over the sound of zippers being lowered and clothes coming off. My eyes followed him as he grazed a hand over my head, letting it carve a trail down my back as he moved behind me. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you all night, slut.”
A flush captured my breath. “I’m yours.”
He chuckled, slapping my ass in response, the skin tingling where his hand most likely left an imprint.
I noticed the others, now naked, watching me with varied expressions. Some were hungry, while others remained timid. The soft glow cast shadows over their toned bodies and I licked my lips as their hands made slow strokes and fists around their pulsing cocks.
Hot breath washed over my ass, bringing a gasp from my mouth. I turned to see one of Matt’s graceful eyebrows quirk over the mounds of my ass. One of his massive hands grabbed a fistful and we watched each other a moment longer before his soft wet tongue found my hole.
We groaned together as he made soft, intentional licks to my ring. I didn’t want to close my eyes but it happened anyway. I could feel his body move, the jerking off his right shoulder where it pressed against me unmistakable as he pumped himself. What started slow, quickly gained speed. His tongue began making long luxurious strokes up and down my seam, the full width of his face buried between me, his hot breath making it feel humid where our flesh met.
When he moved away, I was momentarily disappointed, until he spit—the contrast of hot and cold bringing a sharp inhale out of me—before he dove back in, kissing and licking, sucking and assaulting my hole with the sharp point of his tongue.
I groaned, dropping my head to the bed. “Yes, master. That feels so fucking good.”
His moan vibrated up my spine and he slapped my ass again. Once, twice, and a third time.
“Yes. Please yes,” I hissed. A few sounds of encouragement for our audience brought my head up. Any look of trepidation was gone from the onlookers. Their stiff bodies had gone lax. Hands roamed bodies and stroked with intent, some even exploring the male next to them. Touching, pinching, and stroking cocks that didn’t belong to them. I smiled.
Matt slapped my ass again, bringing my attention back to the moment. Standing, he grabbed my chin again and wrenched me backward so our naked skin was touching.
“Eyes on me.”
His tongue lashed out, licking a line across my cheek and into my open mouth. His lips took me by storm, tongue exploring every inch of me, the sickly sweet smell of alcohol scouring a straight line down my throat. Eventually, he pushed me back down with a huff. He grabbed my ass in two big handfuls, and slid his nine-inch cock up and down my slit, teasing me with the friction I craved.
“You want this, slut?”
“Fuck yes.”
His laugh was sinister. “How bad?”
“More than anything.”
I grabbed two fistfuls of the comforter, twitching and backing my ass up as he dug his cock in harder, picking up speed against me. If I had to beg, I would. It wouldn’t be the first time. My whole body was vibrating with need. I wanted to be used—drilled into the bed. I wanted these men to take from me until I had nothing left to give, and then take some more. I wanted to be sore and spent. I wanted their sweat to drip from their bodies hard with exertion onto my back. I wanted to be slapped, spit on, and called names. I wanted them to mark me with their cum—fill me up until I was overflowing. This was what I was made for.
“Please, fuck me!” I cried out. “I need it!”
“Yeah?”
Matt’s breathing had intensified and some of the guys made sounds of encouragement.
“Breed that whore,” Cody said.
“Give it to him, Matt,” Tyler agreed. “Make him squeal.”
Chuckling, Matt pulled away. I wanted to cry from the lack of warmth where his body used to be, but I knew what was coming. I kept my head down as I heard the crack of the bottle opening on the lube and I waited while he slicked himself up and poured a generous amount on my hole. We moaned collectively as he slid his hand up and down my crack, prodding two fingers against my entrance. He knew he didn’t have to warm me up. I always spent the better part of an hour beforehand making sure I was ready. Part of that was preparedness, the other was not wanting to waste time.
Matt slapped his heavy cock against my ass twice and I glanced back at him. His devious smile was back and I watched with hungry eyes as he guided himself back to me. Forcefully, he pushed down on my head, angling my body up and putting one hairy and heavily toned calf down beside my face. The pressure against my head and lower neck was only secondary, however, as he slowly breached my tight ring.
“Fuuuuuck,” we said together as he slipped right past, only the briefest flair of pain causing me to grind my teeth.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Matt said as he continued to fill me up. He didn’t wait for me to be ready. A man like him waited for no one. “No one feels better.”
I huffed as he bottomed out, his balls, heaving with release, resting against me.
“Use me.”
Matt pulled out slowly, torturing me. “Yeah?” I glanced at the others, furiously fisting their cocks while they watched.
He plunged in again, deeper this time and I cried out, my cock leaking into my jock.
“Yes. Give me everything you can’t give anyone else.”
The whole room seemed to hum with anticipation. “Such a greedy slut,” Matt said, pulling out again before sawing back inside even harder. I ached to touch my dick, but I knew I wasn’t allowed, and withholding pleasure was its reward.
There were no more words, only grunts and groans as Matt picked up the pace. He drew out and in, faster and harder, his hand finally off my neck to grip my hips so hard I’m sure there would be bruises. My thoughts became incoherent as he bucked wildly, the slap, slap, slap, of his thighs crashing into me the loudest sound in the room.
Body shaking with his sheer force, I twisted around for the view. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his chiseled muscles flexing and retracting with each thrust, his face a mask of pure pleasure and determination.
When he went deeper, scraping my prostate, I nearly came up off the bed. He laughed in between thrusts, taking the opportunity to drive in even harder, hitting the spot repeatedly. For a moment, my eyes rolled back, my head lolling to the side, overwhelmed. My cock pleaded with me for release.
The sight of me, completely loose and unraveled must have been too much for him. His thrusts became erratic.
“Fuck yeah,” he cried, drawing his eyebrows together. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck….”
“Y-y-yes,” I stammered around the jam, jam, jam of his cock into my prostate. I could barely think straight. “Cum inside me. Please, please, please.”
I grabbed onto his ankle in a moment of pure passion, maneuvering my mouth so I could slip his big toe into my mouth.
“Fuck!” He groaned. “Fuck yeah, you little…” Slam. “Fucking…” Slam. “Slut!” He pounded into me three more times before he was shaking, making incoherent noises as his sweaty forehead rested against my back. I hummed blissfully as his cock pulsed inside me, pushing that wonderful seed deep. I relished it.
We stayed that way for a little while as he caught his breath, his hands moving gingerly away from my hips and resting on either side of me. He kissed me then, twice in between my shoulder blades, and pulled out, pressing a finger to my abused hole to keep the goods from leaking out.
He sighed and gave me one final slap on the ass.
“Damn, baby. You ready for more?”
From over my shoulder where I’d collapsed onto the bed, I caught his eye while he wiped the sweat from his brow. His chest still moved rapidly, flushed.
“Always.”
He smiled, a little less deviously this time. “Fucking slut.” Nodding to Cody, he said, “You’re up, blondie.”
