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It isn’t hard to know that Alpha Sigma Phi is holding its Initiation Night for the new fledglings. From the front end of the street to the cul de sac where the fraternity is located, you could hear the booming music and the neon lights bleeding through the blacked-out windows. There is a reason for the loud music and darkened windows. Inside, it’s an unholy sight that could stop any church-goer’s heart if they catch a glimpse of what is going on.
The living room is bare, except for a single grey IKEA couch in the centre. Sitting on it is Lee Jeno, the newly appointed president of the fraternity. His eyes are hazy with remnants of alcohol and sight clouded by the lust he’s witnessing. He leisurely sits back, naked and arrogantly gloating at the line of naked men before him.
They’re not here for him.
They’re here for the prize that is sitting on his lap.
Na Jaemin, the vice president, is equally naked and with eyes reddened from the concoction of aphrodisiacs that he eagerly ingests before the event. Jeno’s cock is buried inside him. The president isn’t accommodating tonight because, after all, they’re not here for Jaemin’s pleasure; they’re here to initiate the recruits and Jaemin is in charge.
He belongs to Jeno; everyone knows that. They say, what you crave the most is what isn’t yours to taste, and right now, Jaemin is the most tantalising thing in the whole room.
“Baby, are you ready?” Jeno nosing his boyfriend’s nape. The light touch sends a shiver down Jaemin’s spine and the vice presider trembles against his chest. “Ready to be a good cumdump for them?”
Eyes rolling back, Jaemin babbles, “Fuck, Jeno. I’m so fucking ready. I need it. I need them. Cannot wait to have my mouth full of cum.”
“Are you gonna be a good cumdump for me tonight?”
Giggling and looking into each other eyes as if they’re the only two people in the room, Jaemin leans in to kiss his boyfriend on the lips before whispering not-so-loudly, “Of course, President Lee.”
Instead of hazing like other fraternities, Alpha Sigma Phi lets their neophytes go through an offering stage as the final task of their application.To successfully enter the fraternity, the newcomers must offer the vice president their cum in any way possible before their entry is approved by the executives of the frat house. They’re allowed to beg for Jaemin’s mouth, placate themselves with his hands or even get off with his feet if they’re adventurous enough. Anything but Jaemin’s hole is permitted as long as the vice president accepts their offering.
Of course, they must establish that Jaemin’s hole is off the limit. It belongs to Jeno and Jeno only.
It’s an easy feat for new fledges and Jaemin, but Jeno is still here to make sure no one is breaking the rule. Despite the nature of Initiation Night, he and his boyfriend still take their jobs as the head of the fraternity seriously.
Both hands grapple for the back of his thighs, Jeno leans Jaemin back into his chest and hikes up those slender legs to display where his manhood is snuggly seated. The neophytes stare at them in awe. Many of them are aroused and some of them are shamelessly stroking their cocks at the sight of the vice president’s swollen rim dilating around the president’s cock. Their eyes trace from Jaemin’s glazed eyes down to his bulging stomach where the imprint of Jeno’s length is visible under his taut skin. It stretches obscenely and every time Jaemin is jostled by the lightest movement, the bump shifts and everyone observes the way Jaemin whimpers and twitches in his lover’s hold.
No one dares to volunteer. Being first has its burden, but at least they would get the task out of the way.
Sick of their dawdling and complacency, Donghyuck, the secretary of Alpha Sigma Phi, points at a tall and scrawny boy. “You! What’s your name?”
The sudden demand causes the junior to frazzle. His long limbs buckled and he jumps right out of his skin. “Eun–Eunseok.”
“You’re up.”
Eunseok skittishly moves forward, hands covering his manhood politely to shield his modesty. Just as he comes within Jaemin’s reach, the vice president swats his hands away and openly ogles his erection. The volunteered boy bites back a whimper as he watches Jaemin strokes his length languidly while circling his hip on the president’s cock. Eunseok closes his eyes and chants to himself that this cannot be real.
Reality comes back to bite him when Jaemin opens his mouth and asks sensuously, “As a reward for your bravery, do you want my hands or my mouth? I’ll let you pick, Eunseokie.”
This cannot be real.
There is no way this is real.
This is crazy.
This is fucking crazy.
Eunseok has had a blowjob before but never from someone as attractive as Jaemin. He certainly has never received a blowjob from someone who is cockwarming their boyfriend’s cock in a room full of other naked guys. These kinds of things only happen in fiction, but here Eunseok is standing right in front of Na Jaemin, who is thirsting for other men’s cum. Those starry eyes glow under the dimness of the room and he is close to confessing that the deputy president doesn’t need to exert much effort to force an ejaculation out of him.
“Tick tock tick tock, Eunseokie,” Jeno taunts from behind Jaemin. He lazily massages his boyfriend’s puffy rim as they wait for the deliberation. “Either you give him your cum or you can forfeit your initiation. Simple as that.”
The retraction of Jaemin’s hand makes Eunseok panic. He doesn’t want to back out now. Before it’s too late, he utters with a cracked voice of a meek mouse, “I w-want your mouth.”
“Oh?” Jeno smirks. The president’s voice sinks to a threatening low that injects fear into everyone. “Ask again, Eunseokie. Make it nice and polite this time.”
“Can–Can I puh-puh–please use your mouth, Vice President Na.”
“Good boy, Eunseokie.”
Jaemin smiles in the most sinister and seductive way that makes nervousness seeps into Eunseok’s bones. He tugs the boy closer to him before engulfing the entire stiff length with his mouth. His tongue works its way down to the body of the cock diligently before coming back up to mouth the engorged head. By now, Eunseok is thoroughly leaking. His tip is turning purplish from trying to hold back his impending release. Vice President Na is just too good at what he’s doing; combine that with the sight of President Lee’s cock embedding inside him while he vulgarly devours another man’s cock.
“How was he, Nana?” Jeno lovingly cards his fingers through his baby’s ruffled hair. He devilishly encourages Jaemin to go further down on Eunseok before yanking him back with a tuft of hair.
Jaemin pulls off with a gasp. Drool drips down his chin unceremoniously, but the vice president doesn’t lose his composure. “Long, thick and tasty, but it’s a shame that he will come in a second when I deepthroat him again.”
As confident as his words, Jaemin once again takes Eunseok into his mouth. This time the freshie moans, his hands go slack by his side as he allows Jaemin to pleasure him. Just as Jaemin had claimed, Eunseok releases spurs of cum down his throat with a strangled cry. He feels the vice president’s hand pressing his buttock close as he unloads the last bit of his milk into Jaemin’s awaiting mouth. The spunk lingers on his tongue before Jaemin opens his mouth to show everyone that he has swallowed the load; thus, accepting Eunseok into their fraternity.
When the first initiate’s turn is over, the poor recruit stumbles backward before being escorted off by Mark, the Treasurer of the frat house. Donghyuck immediately jumps back into action. This time he selects a group of three boys, who, after watching Eunseok, are stoked to have their turn with Jaemin, to come forward. They wait no time and crowd around Jaemin with their cocks in their hands.
Seeing so many cocks makes Jaemin bounce on Jeno’s cock in sheer delight. The tip of the penetrated length spears right into his prostate, which makes the vice president bawls in pleasure. From between his legs, Jaemin’s neglected cock shoots out ropes of white as his thighs twitch from overstimulation. He has been sitting on Jeno’s cock for hours now, but his boyfriend wouldn’t fuck him the way he wanted – not until the Initiation Night is over.
One of the three boys — Sungchan — is smart enough to exploit Jaemin’s moment of vulnerability and claim his mouth. Nose brushing at the untrimmed bush of pubic hair, Jaemin slobbers around the cock in his mouth while twisting his wrists and jerking the other two boys in his hands. Sungchan quivers as the vice president pulls off his glistening member and suckles on his oozing red tip. Swivelling his body to the left, Jaemin makes a quick switch and takes the other cock into his mouth. A pleased moan escapes his mouth as the member pulsates against the back of his throat.
It seems like not all the tributes could last under Jaemin’s cruel ministration. The boy on his left, whose length is being firmly stroked by Jaemin’s flicking wrists, gives out a strangled cry before shooting his load across the vice president’s cheek. Quick to react, Jaemin abandons the cock in his mouth in favour of the climaxing boy on his left. His mouth latches onto the leaking head before swallowing what’s left of the orgasm.
To show that he means business, Jaemin opens his mouth to parade the pool of ejaculation that he has collected on his tongue. Some of the waiting newcomers begin to jerk off their cocks faster at the display of obscenity. They cannot wait to have a turn with Vice President Na. Of course, that isn’t the end of Jaemin’s racy show. He grinds on Jeno’s cock whiles gathering the stray droplets of release splattered across his cheeks. The milky substance feels sticky on his fingertips, but Jaemin seems to enjoy its slimy texture. Making sure to gaze at every single boy in the room before popping his coated finger into Jeno’s mouth. He leans back into the sturdy chest behind him to fit his own lip onto the president’s lips. Two tongues avidly twirl around each other in a well-rehearsed dance as their tastes and the tang of a stranger’s seed mingle with each other.
That’s a reminder to the audience in the room that while he might be having fun as a communal cumdump, Na Jaemin is still faithfully Lee Jeno’s person.
The sight of his boyfriend’s enthusiasm turns Jeno on. Their relationship is monogamous but the novelty of seeing his partner early pleasing other guys and begging to be a cumdump causes Jeno to twitch inside Jaemin’s hole. His length nudges ever so slightly into the vice president’s prostate and Jaemin ceases his tasks as his cock begins to hang heavily between his legs.
“Good boy,” Jeno praises him. His hands found Jaemin’s stiffened nipple as he encourages his boyfriend to continue the initiation, “Keep going, baby. More newbies are waiting for their turns.”
True to his words, the other newcomers shuffle closer to the sofa. They’ve been watching patiently on the sideline and now they all want to have a turn on Jaemin. This excites Jeno, knowing that a throng of men wants his boyfriend so badly, but they can only do so much to quench his thirst. He can share Jaemin in many ways – handjobs, blowjobs or frotting, but the hole that is tightening over his cock is only for him to use.
Jaemin immediately goes back to work as a wave of over-excited and horny initiates rush to get their dicks and cocks serviced by the perverted vice president. His mouth continues to be plugged with nubile cocks while his hands are occupied by dripping lengths that are ready to grant him the much-awaited delectable prize. His mouth is filled with so much white essence that Jaemin couldn’t possibly gobble it down fast enough. Excess semen messily trickles down his chin, but nothing could dissolve the persistence of Vice President Na. Jaemin indulges every ounce of seed he could milk out of those cocks that were offered to him like a parched man who just found an oasis.
Jeno exploits his boyfriend’s diverted attention and caresses the distension where his erection is showing through Jaemin’s tummy. The massaging touch on his bulging belly makes Jaemin preens prettily. The vice president hums around the cock that is currently nesting in his throat. Pride swells inside the president’s chest because even when his boyfriend is whoring himself out, Jeno’s cock is the only one that could satisfy Jaemin’s erotic hunger to be bred. His fingers found themselves on those hard nubs and of course, he couldn’t resist the urge to tug them with a rising impudence before shamelessly fondling the bouncy flesh that is Jaemin’s breast in front of the spectators. The poor boy on his lap could only sob weakly around another person’s erected member. If his hands weren’t occupied, he would have swatted away the distraction on his nipples.
Eventually, those hands move away from his nipples. He has been edged and stimulated for hours; so, when Jeno simply pulls away his foreskin to unveil his sensitive cockhead, Jaemin inexplicably lets go of the cock in his mouth to wail like a wounded animal. Scalding pleasure shoots up his spine and it numbs every neuron in Jaemin’s head. An orgasm abruptly unfurls in the pit of his stomach before plummeting down to his crotch where his opening is stuffed by Jeno’s member. It explodes into million fragments of heaven and those shards pierce through every part of his body. Jaemin is sent on a euphoric ride through his orgasm. His eyes are lacquered with sexual ecstasy. His body goes limp and he slumps back into Jeno’s warm embrace as the effect of his climax gradually wears away.
“Holy shit,” someone gasps in pure and unadulterated shock.
Another person interjects, “Did–did the vice president j-just squirt?”
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“It is.”
“It’s fucking better than any porn I watched.”
“I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Shit shit shit. Me too.”
“Same.”
“Me too.”
Jaemin is too fucked out to care about everything – the wetness that his cock is spewing between his legs, the shocked onlookers and the abundance of love juice that is drenching his body. All he could register is the pulsation of Jeno’s cock against his inner wall. He opens his mouth to verbalise his needs, but what comes out is indecipherable blabbering. Wetness douses Jaemin’s tongue. More and more creamy shots are fed to him. He wants to swallow what is deposited in his mouth, but more keeps on coming and Jaemin’s appetite for cum is insatiable. His jaws begin to ache.
“No–no more,” Jaemin whimpers, “don’t wanna–don’t wanna waste. Want to s–s–swallow it all.”
“That’s it, Nana. Good boy. Keep swallowing it all for me, baby,” Jeno urges.
The president holds his jaw open. The quantity of precious white discharge that has been administered to Jaemin seems to be endless. Alas, the last bale of semen narrowly misses his waiting mouth. It lands right on his sternum, but Jaemin is too worn out to care. Squirming on Jeno’s cock with excitement, he flaunts his gorged mouth. Unfortunately, Jaemin has underestimated how full his mouth is. A glob of cum dribbles down the corner of his lips when he swallows, completely satiated by the taste of debauchery.
With that part of the Initiation Night complete, they are moving on to the final stage of the night. Vice President Na has had his fun for the night, it’s Jeno’s turn now. This is the segment that he, the president of Alpha Sigma Phi, has been anticipating all night.
Jaemin is delirious in the aftershock of his orgasm. His face is marred with cum and it leaves a shiny sheen on his pout. When Jeno leans in to kiss his boyfriend, Jaemin could barely respond. The vice president could only whine and let Jeno’s tongue assaults his mouth. The kiss catalyses another bout of arousal in Jaemin. His hole contracts and seizes the president’s cock in a death hold. He
“Baby, I want to show them the pièce de résistance of tonight,” Jeno whispers, lips barely grazing his darling’s soiled skin. “Can you help me, Nana? Wanna help me put on a good show for them?”
“Y-Yes.” Jaemin could barely get the word past his lips.
“Yes what, baby?”
“Yes, President Lee.”
“Good boy.”
As if he understands exactly what his lover wants, Jaemin plants his feet on the ground, his body slopes forwards, and his sensitive rim smothered the rest of Jeno’s length. Once his ass kisses the president’s groin, Jaemin hisses at how full he feels. He may have been a cumslut tonight, but there is no denying that nothing fills him to the brim the way his boyfriend’s cock does. Looking down at his tummy, Jaemin moans at how bloated he looks with the evident outline of the phallus inside him. Around him, the neophytes are gawking in awe, admiration and envy, and it boosts his ego. They all want him so badly; they all wish their pathetic cock is the one fucking him right now, but Jaemin would never allow that – not when Jeno’s member is cramming into his tight entrance and poking incessantly at his prostate.
“Fuck,” Jeno hisses. He’s preventing Jaemin from doing his job. “Even after cockwarming me for hours, you’re still not loose enough?”
That’s not possible. He could be sitting on that cock all day and his hole would never loosen itself. Instead, it would mould to the shape of the president’s cock before squeezing at every delicious thrust. Inside his head, that twisted fantasy sounds very tempting. Maybe they could do that. Jaemin could squirm and vibrate like an over-excited kitten on his owner’s cock while the president tries to complete his work.
Elevating himself barely an inch off Jeno’s cock, Jaemin stammers, “My hole—my hole–ah ah ah–my hole is m-made for–hngh–your c-cock.”
“Say it again,” Jeno growls. He cruelly rolls Jaemin’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Those poor nubs are bursting with red from the torture, but it only sends Jaemin down the rabbit hole of pleasure. “This hole was for who?! Tell them, Jaemin! Tell them your tight little hole was made for whose cock.”
“You!” Jaemin wails. Tears mixed with the dried cum on his face as he bellows with all his strength, “My tight hole was made to service President Lee Jeno’s cock only!”
Those words grant him all the power and satisfaction in the world. The president of the frat house loftily looks down at the observing initiates – many of whom are now enjoying the show with their limp cocks in their hands. Jeno slams his boyfriend flush against the base of his arousal and Jaemin doesn’t come like he normally would; instead, his overstimulated cock expels a forceful stream of clear liquid. His entire body goes rigid and aestheticised by the overwhelming pleasure, but his president pays no mind to his current state of euphoria. Jeno relishes the sensation of his boyfriend’s gripping hold on his cock as he fucks into Jaemin.
“Jeno p–puh–please s-stop. Too much. Fuck! It’s—it’s too much.” No matter how much Jaemin sobs and wails, his poor cock couldn’t stop squirting.
“You can always use the safeword,” Jeno taunts him, knowing perfectly well that the other boy would never use it because he’s enjoying this mess just as much as Jeno does, “go on, baby. Use it if it’s too much for you to handle.”
Those words compel Jaemin to weep harder. His squirting is slowing down, but with Jeno slamming into his prostate, the exhilaration doesn’t stop. A dry orgasm is inevitable if this continues. Even then, the vice president knows his boyfriend would never stop. The prospect of orgasming drily in front of his newly-presented frat brothers sends a rush of thrill through Jaemin’s cock and it leaks like a broken tap. All his energy seems through every open pore on his body. Jaemin couldn’t hold himself upright anymore. His sweltering body crumples and collapse into Jeno’s mercy.
Not done with Jaemin yet, Jeno hoists his legs up, crudely showing off his vulgarly brimming hole to the whole room. Even in his delirium, Jaemin could see the other boys furiously masturbate at the sight of Jeno’s cock fucking into him. Their stroking hands fasten and their muffled moaning joins in with his weak ones. He feels the hard length filthily fucks into his channel. Its warm skin rubs against his muscle wall and pricks his prostate. He has nothing left to offer. The pleasure bleeds into pain as he feels his boyfriend breaches his entrance over and over again. The overabundance of lube sloshes and squelches, but Jaemin is too overstimulated and fucked out to care.
“I’m gonna cum, Nana,” Jeno grunts gutturally.“Fuck. Should I come on your body? Should I make you swallow all my loads like a good cumslut you are?”
Jaemin sniffles, “No-no.”
“Where do you want it?”
“Please–ah ah ah ah–inside. I want it–ngh hnggh hmng–want it inside my tummy.”
Jeno laughs victoriously as his hand rubs against the stretched skin of Jaemin’s protruding tummy, “you want me to breed here?”
“Ye–yes please.”
The speed escalates to a pace that is akin to feral mating. Jaemin’s cries grow into sobs of desperation. He’s skirting a dry orgasm now. He could feel it and he hates it. He despises experiencing it, but the dangerous thrill of being bred full of Jeno’s cum is invitingly irresistible. If this is a show like Jeno said, then they must have an exploding finale. A sick part of him wants to show them how he wants to be bred full until his tummy swells with Jeno’s cock and cum. Jaemin wants to show those juvenile frat boys that there is only one person who could satisfy him and that person is Lee Jeno.
With a final thrust, Jeno successfully punctures the deepest part of his inside. His midsection balloons vulgarly as he feels his hole being inoculated with the president’s scorching and fertile cum. Jaemin’s toes cramp from involuntarily curling into the sole of his feet and his eyes roll to the back of his head when a dry orgasm washes over his grimy body. No words or sounds escape despite his tongue trying to form words and syllables.
Jaemi finds himself drifting in and out of consciousness as he snuggles into Jeno’s chest like a well-fed kitten. Splatters of cum paint his body, but he pays them no mind. Instead, he kisses his boyfriend’s neck and listens to Jeno closing the night with a short and succinct instruction for the freshly-initiated frat members.
“You’ve all successfully passed your initiation night,” the president of Alpha Sigma Phi announces casually as if his cock isn’t still embedded inside the vice president of the frat. “Go back to your dorm and clean up. I suggest you all start packing because tomorrow Mark and Donghyuck – once they’re done fucking each other like rabbits of course – will assign rooms for you all and your transition into the house will start after that.”
Not feeling the need to watch the latest frat members scrambling in their nakedness after the sexual high of Initiation Night has worn off, Jeno carries a very sleepy Jaemin back to their master bedroom upstairs. Along the way, his cock jostles the vice president out of his peaceful slumber.
“Go back to sleep, Nana,” he orders before kicking the bedroom door open.
“Want more,” Jaemin mumbles drowsily as he closes his eyes, “Nana wants more cum. Want to be bred–want to be bred more by President Lee.”
Chuckling at his boyfriend's insatiable libido, “Baby, who said I won’t use your hole while you’re asleep?”