straighthell-stories:You look at Zack sitting there, flexing his muscles and you probably think ‘wha
straighthell-stories: You look at Zack sitting there, flexing his muscles and you probably think ‘what a stud.’ But us brothers in Sigma Mu know the truth. Zack’s just about the biggest pussy-fuck you’ll ever run into. We run a train on his ass pretty much every night and, when we’re done, we make him turn around and lick up the spent spunk that’s dribbled out of his stretched-out boytwat while he was getting slammed. And he does it, just like the pussy-fuck he really is. It was Brent, his roommate at the frat, who first clued us in as to what Zack was really all about. “Fuck, man,” he told a bunch of us one night, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught the dude just staring at my meat. It’s like he can’t take his eyes off it. Now, my dick is pretty impressive if I do say so myself. But the dude doesn’t just glance at it. He fucking stares at it. I swear I’ve actually seen him lick his lips while he’s looking at it. If you ask me, I think Zack’s a fag.” Well that was hard to believe, Zack looking the way he did. And there wasn’t really anything nelly about the way he acted, either. But, when we thought about it, Zack sure didn’t date much - not for a dude as goodlooking as he was. So a couple of us decided to see what we could find out about Zack’s real interests. Three of us - me, Tony, and Lonzo - asked him if wanted to join us one Friday night while we cruised all the bars. Zack was up for it, like he always was for hanging out with his bros. So we went out and got him shit-faced drunk. Fortunately, considering how big he was, Zack was a happy drunk and the four of us stumbled back to the frat with our brother’s arms draped around our shoulders pretty much laughing and joking the entire way. When we got there, we all accompanied Zack to the room he shared with Brent, where we all just settled down with our drunk frat-brother, shooting the shit, as it were. We’d been there about ten minutes when Brent, who’d been alerted by Lonzo just before we left the bar, came into the room fresh from the shower, with just a flimsy towel wrapped around his waist. He greeted his bros amiably and then, almost as if by accident, the towel slipped off his waist while he was standing right in front of Zack to expose what had to be a good-ten inches of hard Man-meat. And Zack just sat there mesmerized. Now, in fairness to Zack, I’ve got to admit that Brent really did have an impressive cock. It was certainly something that would draw any dude’s attention, particularly when it was all boned up like it was now. But even given that, you couldn’t mistake the look of raw lust that was so apparent on Zack’s face. It was fucking obvious to all of us that Zack wanted that cock; he wanted it bad. And he was about to get it, too. Brent just stood right in front of his roommate, flashing his hard dick right in his face. “You like what you see, Zack?” he softly asked the boy. “You like my big cock, bro?” Hearing Brent speak seemed to shake Zack out of his spell. “C’mon, dude,” he replied, “get your cock outta my face, okay?” But even as he said that, Zack wasn’t able to draw his eyes away from Brent’s massive member. And rather than move away, Brent just reached down and grabbed his boner, using his hand to point it straight at Zack’s lips. “Ah, c’mon, bro,” he teased. “You know you want it. You know you want to kiss it. You want to wrap your lips around it and just suck on it. That’s what you want, isn’t it, bro? You want to suck on my cock, don’t you, Zack?” Zack blushed a deep red and finally looked up from the cock that was now just inches from his mouth. “What the fuck are you talking about, dude? I ain’t no fag. Get away from me.” And saying that, he reached out and tried to push Brent away. And that’s when me and our other bros moved in. Zack was strong, alright, but he was no match for four of us. By the time the brief struggle ended, Zack’s shirt had pretty much been ripped from his body and he was on his knees with me, Tony, and Lonzo making sure he didn’t go anyplace. And Brent was once again standing right in front of him with his hard Man-cock just inches from his lips. “Open up, Zack,” Brent ordered. “Open your fucking mouth and start sucking on my dick. You know you want to, Zack. You know you want to.” Zack just glared at him and shook his head ‘no.’ So I leaned forward and pinched his nose closed while Lonzo grabbed his jaw and slowly forced Zack’s lips apart. And then, almost in slow motion, Brent fed his hard, massive fuck-tool into Zack’s now open mouth. And, as he did so, this incredible moan just shot out of Zack’s mouth only to be muffled by Brent’s big dick. You could see the tears slowly dribbling down Zack’s face as Brent just rested his fuck-stick on the boy’s tongue. “See, boy,” he said to his roommate, “that isn’t so bad, is it? No, it’s not bad at all. In fact, you like it, don’t you, bro. You like the feel of my big Man-cock in your mouth, sitting on your tongue. You like it a lot. It’s what you’ve wanted for a long time. Show me how much you like it, boy. Show me. Take that tongue and lick my cock. Lick the shaft and the crown and make it nice and wet. Suck on that dick, boy. You know you want to.” There was a moment’s hesitation and then a massive shudder went through Zack’s entire body. Seconds later, Brent was moaning. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, boy. That’s it. Suck that cock.” And Zack, the tears now just streaming down his face, proceeded to do exactly that. He went after Brent’s cock with a vengeance, years of denial falling away as he was finally able to fulfill a fantasy he’d probably never even admitted to himself. But even though he never stopped crying, it was obvious Zack was turned on by the experience. Tony and Lonzo had yanked the boy’s shorts to his knees once Brent started fucking the boy’s face in earnest and Zack’s own boy-cock was sticking straight up into the air the entire time he mouthed Brent’s dick. Brent must have been pretty hot to trot himself because it didn’t take him long at all to get a nut. Less than five minutes from the start, he was bucking and moaning a load of babymakers into Zack’s mouth. It must have been a good-sized load, too, because though you could see Zack swallowing convulsively, trying to keep up with the flow, some of Brent’s creamy seed still managed to seep out of the side of Zack’s mouth. Once he’d teased the last drops of boy-scum out of his hard cock, Brent stepped back with this big smile on his face. “God damn, that was good, boy; you’re a fucking great cocksucker,” our bro observed. And then, turning to us, added, “Have at him, bros.” And, of course, we did. First Lonzo, and then Tony, and then I pounded out a load down our frat brother’s throat. We all must have been as horny as Brent, because it didn’t take any of us that long to pop off a load. But even so, Zack was getting a little slack-jawed by the time I spewed my nut down his gullet. Even though Brent was right and Zack was clearly a natural-born cocksucker, he was still new to the scene and just hadn’t yet developed the stamina to take a series of hard face-fuckings one after the other, like he can now. Fortunately for Zack, though, we were done with his throat for the rest of the evening. It was his stud boypussy that we were all anxious to hammer next and that’s exactly what we did. Just as with his mouth, we gave Brent the honors of breaking Zack’s pussy in. By this time, Zack was totally quiescent and didn’t even attempt to resist us as we stripped him naked, moved him over to the bed, face up with his legs in the air, and Brent moved in between them, draping them over his shoulder. “Bro,” he said, looking at Zack straight in the face, seeing the mixture of fear and anticipation playing on his features, “you know you want this. You’ve wanted this for a long time. And now, bro, you’re gonna get it.” And, boy, did Zack ever get it. Without the slightest hesitation and without any effort to make it easier on Zack, Brent just reared back and drove his monster cuntbuster all the way up Zack’s virgin hole until his pubes were nestled hard against Zack’s muscled buns. Zack let out a screech that had to be heard through the whole house and immediately began begging Brent to take it out. “Oh, please, dude. Please. Stop. Stop. You’re too big. You’re too fucking big. It’s killing me, dude. Oh, God, it’s killing me. It hurts so bad. Please, dude, Please. Take it out. Take it out. It hurts so fucking bad.” Brent, though, he didn’t pay Zack any mind. No sooner had his groin come to rest against Zack’s buttocks than he flexed it again, withdrawing all the way to the crown before viciously plowing back on in, making Zack shriek again in obvious agony. And in just seconds, Brent was pounding away at his roommate’s hole like a man possessed. He was fucking the living shit out of Zack. I’ve got to admit, it was hot as hell watching Brent fuck Zack that first time, as hot as any porn film I’ve ever watched. I mean Brent had really major meat on him and his cock wasn’t just long, it was thick, too, all the way from the cap to the base. And he pounded it in and out of Zack’s tight little hole like it was a jackhammer breaking up concrete. Except it wasn’t concrete he was smashing to pieces, it was Zack’s cherry boypussy. And Zack, he was just writhing around on the bed, moaning and crying out, begging his roommate to at least go easier on him, the tears just flowing down his face. Watching a boy as well-built and studly as Zack being reduced to a sniveling little boy, pleading for mercy as he got a cunt cored out between his legs, was just an incredible turn-on. I didn’t dare even touch my own cock while I was watching Brent bitch Zack out because I knew if I did I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I’d blow a load and, seeing how I was scheduled to ride Zack next, I certainly didn’t want to do that and lose my place in line. But, Jesus, it was so fucking hot watching Brent destroy Zack’s boycunt that it was all I could do to keep from cumming just standing there, watching. And the thing was that while Zack was just squirming around on the bed in obvious pain for most of the fuck, towards the end there was a marked change in our bro. Suddenly his cries of “please, please stop,’ became moans of “oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” and his pleas that Brent slow down became urgent requests to “fuck me harder, harder, fuck my goddam pussy harder.” And Brent gave his roommate just what he asked for - he finished him off in a violent flurry of thrusts that ended in one ass-splitting plunge to the very depths of Zack’s hole accompanied by a scream of animal release as Brent flooded Zack’s now thoroughly ravaged cunt with spurt after spurt of creamy boy-scuzz. It took Brent a good five minutes to recover from his exertions, during which time he continued to desultorily jab his obviously still-hard bitch-maker into Zack’s no longer virgin boy-hole, invariably eliciting squeals of mixed pain and pleasure from our fucked-out bro. It was probably just as well that it took Brent so long to dismount, since it gave me the opportunity to calm down a little before I took the saddle and this allowed me to pace myself at the beginning of my ride inside Zack’s now wet and sticky boycunt. But it was such a wild thrill fucking our one-time stud brother that, way before I would have liked - and probably before Zack would have liked, too - I ended up adding my supply of boy spunk to the massive deposit Brent had already left behind. No sooner had I vacated Zack’s noticeably larger fuck-hole than Tony clmbed aboard and, when he was done, Lonzo followed suit and got his nut. And then, well then we all got back in line and plugged Zack again. And again. And again. The next evening, after taking a short break from the incredible bitching out session we’d been giving Zack since the previous night, we called a closed frat meeting. There was a noticeable stir in the room when we brought Zack, stark naked, in with us. He was blushing a beet red at being made to appear that way in front of all of his brothers and it just made his embarrassment worse when we made him turn around, spread his cheeks apart, and show his bros how the cum was just dripping out of his well-used bunghole when some of them expressed their skepticism when we told the house that Zack was a stone-cold fag-boy. Now I know Sigma Mu had a reputation of being a dumb-jock frat, but even I was surprised how Brent and the rest of us who’d cored Zack out had to explain to some of our more intellectually challenged brothers the advantages of having a house fuck-bitch. Finally, we had to resort to having Zack going around the room and giving a demonstration to some of the more reluctant bros of just what he had to offer them. Fortunately, all it took was a few minutes of diddling Zack’s cunt or fucking his mouth to convince the hold-outs that this was a good thing - a really good thing. It was easy to agree on rules for Zack. He was to be nude at all times on the upper floors, though he would be allowed to wear sweatpants on the first floor and in the basement when guests were in the house. And, of course, he was to sexually service any and all frat brothers when called upon to provide them with relief, however they wanted to be serviced. It was more difficult, however, to establish rules on when and how often the brothers could make use of Zack. Some of the bros wanted Zack to be available full-time, 24/7. Brent took the lead in explaining why that wouldn’t work. For one thing, Zack was a full-time student and he needed time not only to go to classes but to study and do his assignments. It was in all our interests that Zack maintain passing grades, because if he flunked out, it was bye-bye Zack. Moreover, we had over thirty brothers living in the house. There was no way Zack could be expected to service that many dudes whenever they got wood. And, if he tried, God only knows what it would do to his cunt in very short order. What we proposed, and what the house eventually agreed to, was that every brother would be assigned one hour every week with Zack during which he would service them individually, however they wanted. Recognizing that getting off once a week wasn’t going to be nearly enough for some of our brothers, we also set aside part of every day when Zack would be available on a first come, first served basis. On weekday nights from Monday through Thursday he would be entertaining his horny brothers from 9:00 p.m. to midnight; on Fridays and Saturdays, from 6:00 p.m. to 2:00 a.m., and on Sundays from noon to midnight. On Fridays and Saturdays, Zack would get a half-hour off 10:00 p.m. to 10:30 p.m., in order to give him a short rest and let him clean himself up a little and on Sundays he would have a full hour off between 6:00 p.m. and 7:00 p.m. to allow him not only to get cleaned up but also give him a chance to grab something to eat. Since it was obvious right away that there would be a lot of brothers interested in planking Zack multiple times a week, we also established a fifteen minute time limit during these sessions. If you couldn’t get your nut in fifteen minutes, you had to pull out and get back in line. As thing turned out, this time limit was never needed. Most of the bros, being horny college jocks, didn’t need much more than five or six minutes to get off. And even though a number of the frat brothers would doubtless have enjoyed drawing out their time with Zack, given the fact that there was almost invariably a line of fellow bros waiting their turn with the fraternity fuck-bitch, everyone soon understood that it would be bad-form to fuck the little bitch longer than they really needed to get off. So it’s actually pretty rare for a brother to even approach the fifteen-minute mark and, in fact, there was one forty-five minute period on a Wednesday night during which not only did ten brothers manage to shoot their load up Zack’s leaking boycunt, but the eleventh was just seconds away from adding his own contribution to the sperm enema Zack was now getting every night of the week. As for Zack? Well, in the beginning, it was definitely hard on Zack, going from closet case to house cum-dump pretty much over-night. And while I’m sure Zack had long fantasized about getting his tight boypussy reamed out by hunky jock-studs, he probably hadn’t factored in the raw physical abuse he’d have to take while he was getting his pussy nailed. As it is, Zack’s ass is always a flaming red at the end of one of his nightly sessions and his boy-tits take such a consistent mauling that the tender nubs are pretty much permanently swollen. But I think he’s gotten used to all that over the last couple of months. In any case, his boy-dick is always hard throughout the gangbang sessions he goes through every night and you never hear him complain about having to take too much dick. All in all, I think Zack is pretty happy with how everything’s turned out. If anything, becoming the house fuck-bitch has helped Zack come out of his shell. He seems to have really taken to his other role as ‘chick magnet’ for his brothers. None of the girls who drop by the house know about Zack’s real story, so when they see him walking around downstairs, shirtless - which he always is - and sexy, they have trouble keeping their eyes off of him. And now that he knows that he won’t have to deal with them later that night, Zack flirts with them outrageously, flexing his muscles for them, letting them feel his pecs and guns whenever they want, getting their pussy juices flowing, getting them all hot and bothered so that when his bros make their moves later in the evening they’re far more receptive to putting out than they’d normally be, not having a clue that while they’re getting their cunts plowed by frat boy dick, the exact same thing is happening to Zack in the bedroom we converted into his personal entertainment center. . And there’s one other thing I’ve noticed - and I don’t think I’m the only one. During those times when Zack isn’t serving as the house fuck-bitch or enticing coeds into sleeping with his brothers, he and Brent have become inseparable. They’re still technically roommates, though bed-mates would be a more accurate description since Zack hasn’t slept in his own bed once since we outed him so spectacularly. And it’s no secret that Brent never lets a night go by without plowing Zack’s hole multiple times. Watching Zack trail behind Brent almost like a puppy-dog following its master, not only in the house but out around campus, too, it’s hard not to conclude that our stud-bitch is totally smitten with his well-hung roommate. And I don’t think it’s a one-sided relationship. In the good old days, before Zack became the go-to fuck-hole for the entire house, Brent had a well-earned reputation as one of the biggest cocksmen on campus. It was nothing for the dude to be fucking two or three different coeds every week. But since he’s started fucking Zack, that’s totally changed. I can’t remember the last girl Brent brought into the house. It just might be that Zack has managed to do something that none of those coeds was ever able to pull off - turn Brent into a one-bitch horn-dog. While I’m happy for the two of them, I am worried about what it might portend for the future. After all, Zack’s only a sophomore and I’m certainly looking forward to fucking his sweet boypussy for the next three years. But if Brent decides to move out and take Zack with him, that may not happen. I want to believe that Brent feels enough allegiance to his brothers at Sigma Mu that he wouldn’t do that to us. I sure hope not, anyway. But for now, at least, Zack is still the house fuck-bitch and, for my money, he’s the hottest fuck on the entire campus. It’s amazing how tight his boycunt still is given all the dickings it’s seen. And I’m sure I speak for a lot of my brothers when I say that having a muscle stud like Zack as our house fuck-bitch has definitely made the Sigma Mu fraternity house the best place to live on fraternity row. And next year, when we’re recruiting our new pledge class, I’m going to try my best to make sure the house gets itself another muscled stud-bitch just like Zack. After all, you can’t have too many fuck-bitches like Zack in your house, can you? Of course you can’t. Of course you can’t. -- source link