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Chapter 3: Afterparty

Cal left, and I stood there for a full minute without moving. My brain replayed the last few minutes in pieces. His hand on my hip. His giant cock hanging down between his legs, while he just wiggled it for me to gawk at. I was jealous, and intrigued. The look he gave me when I stepped closer to him made my guts spin. The way my body reacted shocked me, as I kept telling myself I wasn't into guys that way. But he knew that I would do it. I only needed a push.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and ran both hands through my hair.

"What the hell was that," I muttered aloud.

My body still hadn't fully calmed down. I was hard as hell, but felt like I shouldn’t touch it. I didn’t want to “lock in” this feeling, and admit how horny it made me to draw the gaze of the older guy.

I stared at the floor for another minute before finally leaning back on the mattress. My brain kept circling the same thoughts.

I barely slept that night.

Every time I closed my eyes I replayed the moment.

By morning I had almost convinced myself it didn't mean anything. I fully planned on heading back to the frat house and telling them I didn’t want to be “Cupcake” this semester. I was just a regular guy, who wanted to fuck chicks and make money. 

I went through the day with the pleasant sense of denial, telling me that it would be fine. I would just be one of the guys after I corrected the misunderstanding. I hadn’t even touched Cal’s dick when he pulled it out. And I definitely would not have let him fuck me if he tried. Definitely…

—[]—

“Alright boys, tonight is the alumni party,” the frat president said as soon as I stepped into the frat house. 

I didn’t have a chance to say anything before I was being directed by a frat brother to unload party supplies and get to work setting up with the rest of the pledges. Even though I hadn’t had the opportunity to break it to them, I knew it would happen soon. Before Cal got his hooks into me again, I would set the boundary and not become a girl for these horn dogs. I was going to be one of the horn dogs. A regular guy. The thought was becoming an obsession that I had to get out. 

As soon as the first batch of twenty-something alumni arrived, the house turned to chaos.

Cal finally showed up, and my stomach sank when I saw him.

“Where’s your uniforms?” he said to a group of pledges standing by the door. They just looked back at him quizzically.

“Oh, that’s right,” he said, pulling a drawstring bag out of his backpack. “They’re right here.”

The bag looked too small to be carrying “uniforms” for a dozen guys. But when he poured out the contents of the bag onto the table, I felt my face turn red.

The small pile of black cloth confirmed my fears. The uniform was speedos and bowties.

—[]—

"This is gay as hell," Eric muttered while we changed in the downstairs bathroom.

"You don't have to stay," I said.

"Yeah right," he replied. "I didn't come this far to bail now."

I adjusted my bowtie in the mirror. The speedo left almost nothing hidden. Eric looked over at me and shook his head.

"You don't even seem embarrassed," he said.

"I'm not really," I admitted.

"Of course you're not," he said. "They literally named you Cupcake."

I shrugged.

Looking at my reflection, I saw my lean frame and the way my ass stretched the back of the speedo. For all the other pledges it was a test of humiliation, but for me it felt amazing.

—[]—

Soon the frat house was full of older guys who had graduated over the previous several years but were acting like they were still in college. Music upstairs. Red cups everywhere. The pledges were the staff for the night.

The party lasted hours. We carried trays of food, refilled drinks, wiped counters, and tried to stay out of the way while the alumni told stories about their college years.

At one point I carried a tray of hors d'oeuvres through the living room and Cal stepped into my path.

"Hey, Cupcake," he said, casually.

An alum turned his head, raising an eyebrow at hearing the nickname.

I held the tray toward Cal. "We’re not on the dessert course yet, but can I interest you in little quiche… taco… things?"

He chuckled as he looked down at the tray. Then back at me. His eyes moved slowly from my chest to my crotch, my half hard dick filling out my skimpy little speedo, to my slender but toned legs, before returning to my face.

"Maybe," he said. “I am working up a bit of an appetite.”

He took a piece of food and winked before walking away.

My stomach tightened.

—[]—

By the time party was over, and most of the alumni had left, the house got quiet. The music was lower and most of the brothers had disappeared upstairs when a few of us drifted down into the basement.

“You guys should hang around, if you want,” Charles said, “Only the VIP pledges get to stay for the afterparty.”

We nodded, half smiling, half nervous. Somehow, with the thrill of the party, and the equitable way that every pledge had been put into a speedo tonight, I had forgotten about the whole “Cupcake” thing, until now. 

We were three pledges still wearing speedos, hanging out with the masculine, older frat bros as we ventured into the basement: Charles, the frat president. Andy, one of the frat brothers charged with monitoring pledge activities. One of the alumni, maybe twenty-four, light facial hair and a fit body underneath a tight polo.

And Cal.

They told us we could go home if we wanted, but none of us left.

Charles leaned back on the couch and looked at us.

"You know what tonight is?" he asked.

Eric, the medium-build pledge sitting next to me on the couch, his speedo riding up his crotch and inadvertently showing off one hairy testicle, shook his head.

"VIP pledge night," Andy said with a grin.

"What's that mean?" the third pledge asked.

Charles shrugged. "Means we celebrate promising pledges."

The room went quiet for a moment before Charles went on.

“Time for a good old fashioned circlejerk!”

Cal sat across from us in a chair, watching everything. After a moment he adjusted his waistband and pulled himself out. His girthy, glistening hog on display for us all to marvel at.

My stomach sank, just like the night before. But I knew that tonight wasn’t going to end the same way. I thought about leaving, or about setting my boundary I had rehearsed in my head a thousand times that day. I’m not the Cupcake. I’m straight. I’m just a regular guy like the rest of you. But my stomach was tingling. My dick was growing hard in my speedo. I shifted in my seat.

And I didn’t say a word.

"Jesus," Eric muttered. “You’re hung like a horse. That’s CRAZY!”

Cal didn't respond. He moved his hand slowly, almost casually.

I tried not to stare. I tried to hide how much I was drooling at seeing the beast again, but I failed.

The same tension from the night before settled into my chest. The other guys started joking, laughing nervously as the mood in the room shifted.

Eric scrunched his face in the most confused way, looking around as if to say “What the fuck, this is gay,” until the TV popped on and an amateur porn scene started playing. One girl surrounded by a group of frat guys, taking turns rocking her world and making her moan.

I saw Eric’s face settle. The non-gay porn had soothed any issues he had with the idea. I watched as various dicks of different shapes and sizes popped out of pants and speedos around the room. None anywhere near as big as Cal’s. 

He moved from his seat, his big cock, hard now, swinging in the air left and right as he stepped across the room and sat down, right next to me. 

I couldn’t help but stare at the thing, as the guys grew more animated, commenting on the slut on the screen having the time of her life with a dozen horny college guys.

Cal’s veiny monster throbbed as he held it in his hands, barely stroking, just wiggling it. 

Eventually I couldn’t help it, and I leaned over slowly.

My hand reached toward him.

Right before I touched him, Cal suddenly grabbed my hips and flipped me over the arm of the couch.

My hands caught the cushions automatically. Behind me I heard Eric inhale sharply.

"Dude," someone whispered.

Cal's hands settled firmly on my hips. He squeezed my ass once before leaning down close to my ear.

"You ready to be our Cupcake?" he whispered.

My heart pounded. It was the moment that would cement my position in the frat for the next four years. I had to make a decision. But I realized, it was already done, I had no resolve to refuse this offer, because Cal’s implication was right. It was just who I am.

I nodded, just barely.

He pulled my speedo down to my thighs, exposing my ass to the room. Someone tossed him a bottle from the table and he caught it easily. He began preparing me slowly while the others watched.

I closed my eyes and braced. In a room full of people I barely knew, I was becoming the dark, dungeon hole. I felt my soul escape my body in real time as Cal’s thumb ventured between the round globes of my ass, finding my entrance, and pressing in.

The last time I had felt something like this was from my friends, lifelong buddies whom I had allowed to fuck me. Until now, I had convinced myself that I was just being a good friend at the time. But the feeling of being penetrated by Cal’s confident dominance confirmed that it was meant to be. It was always meant to be.

And this time the room was quiet. Older guys watching. No jokes.

Cal leaned back again, and soon something much larger than his thumb was pressing against my hole. I held my breath and braced, ready for what was coming. 

"Relax," he said quietly, and it somehow worked, my body releasing tension immediately.

I exhaled as he pressed his lubed cock past my entrance. It stung, a familiar burn radiating up my spine. 

Someone picked up a marker from the coffee table.

"We should start a tally," Andy said, confirming my fear (or hope?) that they all planned to take their turn after Cal.

Charles laughed. "Don't worry," he replied. "We always do."

The room filled with low voices, the conversation almost a murmur, as the real frat tradition started. When Cal pushed in another inch, I felt it run through my entire body, head to toe, finally forcing my eyes open in shock at the sensation. The guys had stood up, mostly naked or pantsless, holding their hard dicks in front of them, their eyes glancing back and forth between the TV and me. 

I yelped, and for a few seconds nobody spoke. I stayed braced against the couch cushions, aware of every set of eyes in the room. My heartbeat was loud enough that I wondered if the others could hear it. Cal kept one hand steady on my hip, not rough, just firm enough that I knew he expected me to stay exactly where I was. 

"Relax," he said again quietly, close to my ear. "You're alright."

Eric shifted somewhere behind me. "Dude," he said under his breath. "This is actually happening." 

"Welcome to pledge season," Andy replied. I felt Cal's hand slide slightly along my waist as he adjusted my position against the couch. It wasn't aggressive. It was just exercising control over my body, deliberately showing me that he was running things as he slid deeper inside me, loosening my internal organs. My arms tightened against the cushion as I tried to keep my breathing steady.

Charles chuckled from the couch. "Look at him," he said. "Guy volunteered." 

"I didn't actually volunteer," I muttered. 

"Cal asked him," Andy said. The room laughed lightly at that, which somehow made the tension easier to handle. Cal's thumb pressed once against my hip bone, a small signal that kept my focus on him instead of the others, reminding me who was pushing the big tube of flesh inside me, almost balls deep.

Behind me someone uncapped the marker. I heard the plastic click. 

"First night," Andy said. "We gotta document it." 

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Charles replied. 

Cal leaned forward again just as he pushed the final inch inside me, and his pubes pressed against my body. His voice came out low enough that only I could hear it.

He suddenly started thrusting, pulling out slightly, and pushing back in. The intensity of the situation overwhelmed me. I was lost in a world of being used. It was more intense than when I had let my friends use me before. It was a special thing. It wasn’t the end of high school anymore. It was the beginning of my new life.

“You’re a good boy. I’m gonna cum inside you now.”

I felt a shiver run down my skin while a tingly, overly stuffed sensation ran up my core. Everyone was watching me as I got turned into a toy for a group of guys.

I squeaked an unintelligible response as I felt him pulse inside me, but I believe I successfully indicated that I was enjoying it. I knew the load was coating my guts, and the big strong man was getting off using my body.

When he pulled out of me, I felt the load run down my leg. I held still, and there was a short pause while the room shifted around us. I could hear someone moving a chair and Eric muttering something I couldn't fully make out. 

"So this is the VIP pledge thing?" the third pledge asked.

"Basically," Andy said. "And when there’s a Cupcake, he gets… extra responsibilities."