The house was open, music was playing, and young students were partying inside and out. Passersby and neighbors were used to it. After all, it was Friday night, and another party was in full swing at the Alpha Chi house.

The partygoers were beginning to take refuge inside, chased away by the cool night air, which easily allowed two shadows to slip into the garden right next to the house, where a wooden door seemed to be waiting for them.

His heart pounding with excitement and the prospect of a delightful night, Dan grasped the handle, and the door opened slightly with a soft click.

Tracey hadn't lied the day before when she'd left him a message telling him she'd leave the door open and to wait for both of them after nightfall.

He gave the door a gentle nudge with his shoulder, and it creaked open completely. Luckily, the few remaining witnesses outside were so drunk they didn't notice.

As the clock struck exactly eleven, he saw two shadows quietly exit the house. He couldn't help but laugh as he saw Tracey and Chloé approach, arms crossed over their shoulders and nipples hard from the cool breeze.

He never imagined the two students would have the audacity to go out like that, especially since they were playing at being goody-goody—well, especially Tracey. Chloé was still pure, as evidenced by the little ring still on her finger.

Tracey looked stunning; her little lace push-up bra showed off more than it hid her ample breasts. And what about her little sheer thong? It revealed and highlighted her shaved pussy.

Dan smiled at such audacity. After all, it wasn't even a week ago that he'd transformed her from a prudish little girl into this sex bomb who approached, swaying her hips like a model at a lingerie fashion show.

He wondered if she hadn't bought her sexy underwear especially for tonight...for him.

But it was the sight of Chloé that made him hard as a donkey.

She stood behind Tracey, her cheeks flushed with shame.

She looked amazing in her good girl underwear, which served its purpose perfectly, hiding treasures that Dan now dreamed of discovering.

He beckoned them over, enjoying the glint of fear, but mostly lust, in Tracey's eyes. Chloé didn't dare look at him, her fingers nervously fiddling with her purity ring.

Ignoring Tracey's stare, he stepped closer to Chloé and took her hand, caressing the ring with his fingertips, saying as if to reassure and comfort her. "Don't worry, sweet Chloé. I'll make sure you enjoy it as much as your best friend did when I pick your little cherry." He then tugged the chain around her neck to reveal Tracey's virginity ring.

Shocked and flushed with rage, Chloe looked at Tracey. "Liar, you didn't misplace it at the party last week, like you told me you did."

Tracey didn't have time to respond before Dan chimed in sarcastically. "But she didn't lie to you, my lovely Chloé; she did lose it last week. Quite stupidly, if I do say so." The double meaning echoed in the air as Tracey blushed like a peony.

Chloé turned to Dan and gave him a defiant look. "I'm not like Tracey. It'll be different with me." Dan, surprised by such audacity, didn't understand what she really meant until later that night.

Just as he was about to deliver a scathing retort, a voice appeared behind them.

"What the fuck!" the voice spat, laced with venom.

It was Tina, the cheerleader captain and Mike’s girlfriend, her fiery red hair cascading down her back, fully dressed in a tight black mini-skirt and crop top that hugged her curvy figure.

Dan felt a mix of confusion and arousal—this wasn't part of the plan.

Tina's eyes narrowed as she saw Dejee in the shadow near the backyard door, then she pointed at Dan. "You are the new Taut’s dog, are you? What are you doing here?"

Dan stepped forward, his confidence unshaken. "Nothing personal. Your two friends here had lost just a little bet with me."

Without taking the time to reply, as if he didn't deserve her attention, Tina's gaze flicked again to Dejee, who'd emerged from the shadows. "What's going on?" she snarled, her hands on her hips.

"Just a little inter-fraternity bonding," Dejee said with a smug smile. "But it seems you and I have some... unresolved issues to address."

Dan watched as Tina's cheeks flushed with anger. "You're not touching them," she said, her voice firm. "I know you, Dejee. You're a snake. After what you did with those two cheerleaders last year, I won't let you anywhere near my girls."

Dejee's expression turned serious, his eyes fixed on Tina. "Oh, you're still mad about that?" he mocked her. "Those bitches asked for it."

"They didn't deserve what you did to them," Tina retorted, her voice shaking with rage.

Dejee's smirk widened. "Oh, I see. You still defend them, even after they threw themselves to the wolves? How noble!" He took a step toward Tina.

Dan felt his own penis twitch at the mere thought of those legendary pics from the frat house's blowout bash last year. Two slappers disguised as cheerleaders, with their faces smushed into the floor and their asses pointed skywards, still clutching those fluffy, little pom-poms.

It was like they were begging for every single one of the frat bros to come over and fill them up with their jizz, like a pair of tipsy, back-alley cum dumpsters dressed in skimpy, peepy outfits. Rumors had spread like wildfire across campus, reinforcing their reputation as the most feared fraternity.

Dejee stepped closer to Tina, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "You know you can't prove it was us," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But let's be honest, with the number of cocks they took that night, it could've been anyone."

Tina's fists clenched at her sides, her body shaking with rage. Dan could see the fear in her eyes, but she was trying to hide it, trying to be strong for her friends. "You're disgusting," she spat.

Dejee's grin grew wider. "Disgusting?" He chuckled. "Babe, you have no idea. That night was a buffet. We had them begging for more, their little pussies gagging on our dicks. And when we were done with them, we had them clean us up with their mouths. They were so eager to please, so hungry for that creamy fraternity ‘special sauce.’"

Tina's eyes widened in horror, and she took a step back. "You're lying," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Am I?" Dejee took another step forward. "Or maybe you're just jealous that you weren't invited to the party." He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. "But don't worry, you are here tonight. You see, if you want to make sure your little friends here don't end up like those old cheerleaders of yours, you're going to have to come with us."

Tina struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"It's simple," Dejee said, his voice a dangerous purr. "You come with us so you get to make sure we treat them right."

Dan watched the exchange, his cucumber growing harder at the thought of what was about to happen.

As if she suddenly remembered his existence, Tina looked at him, her eyes pleading. "Please, Dan," she begged. "Don't do this."

But he just shrugged, his eyes cold. "And why not? Look at them. You should've picked better friends," he said. "Or maybe you just like the idea of being the hero. Either way, it doesn't change the fact that we're all going to get a little chat in our house."

With that, the three of them were led into the Taut house, the anticipation building with every step. Dan knew that the girls had no idea what was in store for them, but recognizing their short breaths, evidence of sexual excitement in women, he had a feeling they were enjoying it more than they were letting on, their minds full of fantasies because of the reputation of the Taut.

The basement was packed with the lieutenant of the fraternity, all of them hooting and hollering when they saw the three newcomers. The air was thick with the smell of weed and cheap cologne, the room dimly lit with strobing lights. When they reached the center, Dejee announced, "Look what we brought, boys! Fresh meat for the grill!" The room erupted in cheers and whistles, the brothers all eager to get a piece of the action.

"Now, before we get started," Dejee began, a twinkle in his eye as he turned to Tina, "we've got a little game planned. A way for you to prove your loyalty to your friends." He gestured to two chairs that had been placed in the middle of the room in front of the crew. "Why don't you have a seat?"

Tina's eyes narrowed, but she knew she had no choice. She sat down, her heart racing as Dejee leaned in close behind her. "Here's the deal, Tina," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You do a little striptease for us, and we'll let Chloé and Tracey go…if they want. You don't have to do anything else; just show us what you've got."

Tina's desperate scan of the room revealed no escape route, a truth equally acknowledged by all bros. With a gesture of resignation, she stood up and, a rebellious spark in her eyes, spat. "I hope at least you have good music. And before anything else, I need your word that you'll leave Tracey and Chloé unharmed."

Dejee looked at her gravely. "If you take your clothes off for us, I promise we won't do anything to you without your consent."

Tina saw determination and iron will in Dejee's eyes. His reputation was well established. He always kept his promises no matter the cost; it was thanks to this that he was the undisputed president of the Tauts.

"Fine," she said, "and you'll let us go without incident afterward."

"You have my word that as soon as you're completely naked in front of me, you three can leave just as you are."

"One last thing, no photos tonight. I don't want you to blackmail me afterward."

Dejee looked at her, smiling. She could even see a hint of admiration and... desire in his eyes?

"You're a tough cookie, sweetie. Looking at you like this, no one would imagine you'd be dancing completely naked for me and my bastard brothers in two minutes. Fine, I'll accept if we seal our deal with a passionate kiss."

Like an Amazon going to the battlefield, she grabbed the top of his shirt before pulling him towards her for the kiss.

Her tongue conquered Dejee's mouth. It was impetuous, warring with him. Dejee let her do this for a few seconds, letting her believe she had the upper hand.

Then he grabbed the back of her neck and returned her passionate kiss. He tamed her tongue as a growl worthy of a wild beast filled her mouth.

It was she who succumbed to the kiss, and it was Dejee who decided to end it. Leaving her reeling and hungry for more of him.

Dejee turned to his brothers and snapped his fingers. The sound of a cash drawer opening echoed through the room, signaling the beginning of Pink Floyd's "Money."

Smiling at the 'cliché,' Tina began to sway her hips to the music as Dejee sat on the couch in front of her, next to his brothers.

She looked at them like a lioness stalking her prey, then slowly popped one of her shoes off. The second landed right in front of Dejee, who was gaping.

Her hands rested on the zipper of her skirt and slowly pulled it down, inch by inch.

The brothers gaped like Tex Avery's wolf, their big eyes fixed on her body as it was revealed. Even Chloé and Tracey watched with a mixture of fear and fascination, their eyes wide with disbelief, discovering a new side of Tina's personality.

Tina's skirt pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her crop top and a lacy string.

She tucked her thumbs under her top, teasing the audience by gently lifting it and letting it fall to the rhythm of Roger Waters's voice.

Her body undulated like a snake, mesmerizing her audience. Yet, Dan couldn't help but notice that she never took her eyes off Dejee's burning gaze as he devoured her with his own.

It was as if they were alone in the world, he thought, jealous of not being the center of attention. He swore then that one day, soon, he would take Dejee's place and surpass him.

Without anyone noticing, he cruelly looked at the three women who would be easier prey tonight to make him forget his growing frustration.

On the song's final note, Tina completely removed her crop top, revealing her perfect breasts... and her bralessness at the same time.

The room was completely silent, stunned by her performance. She looked magnificent, sweat covering her glistening body under the dim lighting of the projector, while she wore only a thong and a single sock, the other tucked into one of her shoes.

She wiggled her fun bags in front of them…him. Teasing, she shouted. "How about we spice things up a little more, 'Baby'? How about some air guitar?"

Without replying, Dejee snapped his fingers again, his gaze fixed directly on hers.

Slowly, the music of Elmore James's 'Shake Your Money Maker' filled the room.

"You're a bastard, Dejee. But at least you like good music," she declared before launching into a masterful air guitar performance, uninhibited, the likes of which she'd never had the opportunity to perform.

But now, facing Dejee, whom she said she despised, she found herself again and not the one everyone wanted her to be. For once, she was free to be whoever she wanted.

She then put on a hell of a show. She let herself be carried away by the music, jumping and swaying like the greatest bassist of all time.

She couldn't even hear the whistles and encouragement anymore; all that mattered was Dejee's gaze on her body.

Just before the last notes of the music sounded, she turned around, her back to the audience, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She took a deep breath and began to push them down, her ass cheeks bouncing as they were revealed. The room was silent, all eyes on her.

Dejee watched Tina's performance, a smug grin on his face. "Keep going," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "Show us that sweet little pussy of yours."

She stepped out of her panties and slowly turned around, now fully naked, except for a small sock on her right foot, before the sea of leering eyes. The brothers' cheers grew louder, their excitement palpable.

Dan felt his python strain against his pants, his desire for her growing with every second that passed.

But as the song reached its end, Tina abruptly stopped dancing. She looked straight into Dejee's eyes and said, "Now, let them go."

Dejee chuckled, stroking his chin. "Ah, so noble," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "But that's not how it works, Tina. You see, your little friends here," he gestured to Chloé and Tracey, "they get to make a choice."

Dan felt his heart race as he watched the two maidens, their faces a mix of fear and confusion. They looked at Tina, searching for guidance.

"What choice?" Chloé finally spoke up, her voice small and trembling.

Dejee's smile grew. "You can either leave right now, or you can stay and dance for us. Just like Tina here," he said, gesturing to the naked redhead. "It's all up to you."

Chloé looked at Tracey, her eyes wide with terror. Tracey took a deep breath and, to the surprise of everyone except Dan, began to sway her hips slightly, the color rising to her neck. Chloé, head down, immediately followed her friend's suit, their movements hesitant but gaining confidence with each passing second.

The brothers hooted and cheered, their eyes glued to the two freshman girls. Dan felt his cock throb, his excitement reaching new heights.

Tina's eyes grew wide as she watched her friends start to dance. She opened her mouth to protest, but Dejee silenced her with a look. "It's their choice," he said. "And, as a president, I can't let you interfere."

The brothers circled around the two girls, their eyes glinting with lust. Tracey and Chloé looked at each other, their fear palpable as they realized the extent of the situation. But Tina... Tina just glared at Dan, her eyes full of defiance, because she'd seen the small nod from him just before Tracey started dancing.

Dan, noticing Tina's dark gaze on him, stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Tina's face, and spoke before she could even open her mouth. "You see," he said, his voice low and menacing, "this is what happens when you mess with Taut. You get what you deserve."

In answer, she spat in his face as Dejee rushed between the two, shielding her from Dan's fury. "Stop it. I promised we wouldn't do anything without them asking for it first. And my word applies to all the brothers."

Turning to everyone else, he added. "Is that clear to everyone?"

No one flinched, not even Dan.

Dejee turned to Tracey and Chloe with a disarming smile. "We're going to listen to some good music, and you girls can show us what you've got while Tina and I go upstairs and chat. I bet you're as good at air guitar as Tina."

They blushed and looked at Tina. "We're not leaving without you. Go take care of the big bad wolf while we put on the show."

Tina, seeing that the two young women had understood her attraction to Dejee, played along. "I'm going to talk to him for five mi... uh, more like thirty seconds, girls. Just pretend it's a pre-match rehearsal, and everything will be fine."

Then she took Dejee's arm and said, "You and I have something to talk about," before heading towards the stairs.

Dejee looked at his brothers one by one until his gaze fixed on Dan. "Remember, guys, don't do anything to them without them asking you first," before letting Tina pull him along.

As the couple disappeared, Dan felt his anger rise in him. How could Dejee have spoken to him like that, like a stupid kid being scolded? He barked, "Come on, let's put the music back on, but good music this time. Play some Beyoncé or Justin Bieber. And you girls, you promised us a good show, right?"

The music grew louder, the bass thumping of 'Rock Your Body' reverberating in the room as Chloé and Tracey danced, their bodies moving in time with the beat.

Buoyed by the confidence of Tina and Dejee's words, they even shed their own clothes, their inhibitions slipping away like the fabric that had once covered them.

Tracey looked up and, staring into Dan's eyes, smiled mischievously, then very slowly ran her tongue languidly over her upper lip.

Dan nodded, savoring the victory. He'd been gently corrupting Tracey all week to make sure everything went smoothly tonight. He knew he'd succeeded when, as if proving she was worthy of him, Tracey spun Chloé around before giving her a hard snog.

He saw Chloé melt into Tina's arms and chuckled, thinking he'd been right to teach Tracey the delicious pleasure of dominating the weaker, like her "best friend."

As the two young women began a languid slow dance, embracing each other in this intimate embrace, Dan slowly made his way to the stairs. His dong was now hard from the spectacle he had just witnessed, but also from the memory of the day before, when he'd brutally fucked Tracey in the university bathroom while her boyfriend, Grayson, waited patiently for her.

Dan discreetly followed the couple up the stairs. He saw them enter Dejee's office, and, luckily for him, they didn't even bother to close the door behind them as they kissed passionately.

Tina felt Dejee's hand slide down her back, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. She pushed him away gently, her mind racing. She knew she had to be strong for the girls. "Look, Dejee, I don't know what you're expecting from this, but we really need to talk."

He smirked, his eyes darkening as he leaned in closer. "Actually, talking isn't what I had in mind," he murmured, before his mouth closed over one of her pert nipples. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and she couldn't help but gasp. His tongue swirled around the tight bud before he began to suck, hard and demanding. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt a warm wetness spread between her legs even more.

Dejee's hand slid down her body, his palm cupping her firm butt as he pulled her closer. She could feel his erection pressing onto her, and she knew that she was losing the battle of wills. She tried to push him away, but instead of retreating, he responded by biting her nipple harder, the sting of pain mixing with the pleasure. A soft moan escaped her lips as she realized that she was enjoying his rough treatment.

As she closed her eyes, Dejee picked her up and carried her over to his desk. He sat her down and then stepped back, his eyes scanning her naked body hungrily. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. Tina hesitated for a moment, but the fiery look in his eyes told her that he wasn't asking for permission.

While she always took the lead with her boyfriend, Mike, this time she was surprised to find herself enjoying submitting to him. She slowly spread her thighs, her heart pounding as she exposed herself to him.

He stepped closer, placing one hand on her inner thigh, his thumb gently stroking her skin as he knelt before her. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing as he leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive folds. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her, the way her pink flesh was already glistening with arousal. Then, without warning, his mouth was on her, his tongue delving into her wetness with a greed that made her cry out.

Tina's hands gripped the edge of the desk as Dejee's tongue swirled around her clit, teasing it mercilessly before flicking it rapidly. He was an expert, his mouth moving in perfect rhythm with the beat of the music that still played in the background. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every pass of his tongue. Her legs trembled as she fought the urge to close them, to trap him there forever.

But she had a plan. With a surprising burst of strength, she pushed his head away with a swift movement of her hips. He looked up at her, his face smeared with her arousal, a mix of shock and lust in his eyes. "Go sit down," she ordered, her voice a seductive purr. "Mr. President, I think it's time for me to take care of that 'big' file you're always talking about."

With an eager grin, Dejee didn't need to be told twice. He rose to his feet and strutted over to the plush chair behind his desk. He sat down and spread his legs wide, his sword quickly standing tall and proud. It was a sight that made Tina's mouth water, despite the fear for the girls and anger that still bubbled within her. She knew she had to keep her wits about her, to use every ounce of her iron will to control the situation, or she didn't know if she could resist her desire for the man sitting across from her.

Tina walked down the desk and turned around with a feline grace that betrayed the turmoil within her. It was now the only obstacle between her and the man she would have liked to hate but now desired more than anything in the world. Teasingly, she lay down on it, like a cat stalking its prey, her breasts swaying gently. Suddenly, she fell to her knees, never taking her eyes off him. The scent of his desire filled the air, and she felt a strange thrill at the thought of being able to dominate him with her body.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself to the floor, her knees sinking into the plush carpet. The music coming from the ground echoed in his ears as she approached him, its rhythm echoing his own pulse.

Each inch she covered was a silent declaration of intent, her body language saying more than any words could. She felt the coolness of the floor on her knees, the fabric of the carpet lightly abrading her skin, adding to the sensory overload. The smell of leather and his cologne filled her nose, a heady mix that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable.

Tina stopped at his feet, her eyes level with his erection, proud and thick, pointing straight at her. She could see the veins pulsing beneath the velvety skin, and the tip was already glistening with pre-cum.

She reached out and placed her hands on the insides of his thighs, pushing them apart even further, exposing the length of him completely. His manhood was a thing of beauty, thick and veiny, and she couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation.

That's when Dejee thought he saw a shadow coming from the door. Raising his head, he saw only his face, contorted with desire, in the mirror at the entrance. His reflection stared back at him, a twisted version of his usual calm demeanor. The sight of Tina, naked and eager before him, was almost too much to handle. He had to force himself to keep his composure, to not give in to the animalistic urges that clawed at his insides.

But Tina was in control now, her eyes gleaming with a mischief that was hers. She leaned forward, her long hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing against his thighs. The first touch of her warm breath on his sensitive skin made him jerk involuntarily, and then her soft, wet lips closed around the head of his black anaconda.

Her mouth was heavenly, her technique flawless as she began to suck him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. She took him inch by inch, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she took him deeper. The feeling was exquisite, his eyes rolling back in his head as she hit that perfect spot with every bob of her head. Dejee's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white with the effort of not grabbing her hair and forcing her to take him harder, faster. He groaned aloud, forgetting everything but her.

Descending the stairs, Dan found himself unexpectedly met with a scene that, despite his fury, brought a smile to his face.

There knelt Chloé, her cheeks hollowed and mouth full of a stiff member, the picture of submission as she tended to a trio of bros before her. Tracey loomed over her, a wicked grip on her hair, keeping her in place as if Chloé were merely a plaything for their amusement.

"Just have you predict, man. That the blonde bimbo took the lead just after you left. She was the one who told the little brown-haired whore to get on her knees and told us to just offer her our tools so she could start her 'homework,'" one of the brothers whispered to him.

Dan replied. "No problem. I'll make sure our new golden-haired pet learns her place as well." And he giggled as Tracey set the pace for the blowjob, using her "bestie's" mouth as a vulgar cheap blow-motion toy to wank the fratboy with.

The scene was raw and sexual, but it was almost sweet about the way she took it all, like a good little cumdumpster eager to learn the ropes of her new role. Yet there was an underlying innocence to Chloé's zeal that only added to their taunting amusement.

Approaching the fuckfest, Dan yanked Tracey's hair, jerking her to her knees like a dog craving a bone. "Are you thirsty to see me pop your girlfriend's cherry?" he leered. Her eyes gleaming with lust, she nodded eagerly. "Earn it, whore," he jeered. "Start by deep-throating my fuck stick."

With a mix of shock and arousal, Tracey's eyes bulged, but she knew better than to argue with Dan. Wrapping those hungry lips around his swollen knob, she went to town, her head bobbing up and down like a yo-yo on steroids. Dan's dipstick swelled as she worked her mouth, her cheeks collapsing like a slobbering accordion.

Meanwhile, another brother approached Chloé, who'd just had a mouthful of jizz and was trying to catch her breath. He didn't give a shit about her whining as he tossed her onto a bench like a piece of used-up trash, her tush sticking up in the air like it was begging for a merciless pounding. No sweet talk, no gentle touches. He just plunged his fingers into her sloppy snatch, making her gasp and shiver. But even as she played the innocent card, her twat was already gushing as if her virginal cunt was begging for cocks.

Dan pulled his pecker from Tracey's greedy mouth, and, with a sudden movement, he threw her next to Chloé. He then spat. "Tell your slut of a girlfriend to give us the green light to wreck her body if you wanna another taste of my ‘slut slayer’."

Tracey stood up, her eyes full of defiance, but it was towards Chloé that she turned. "You down with this, girly?" she growled. Chloé looked at her like a young puppy crying out for its mother's love, then slowly nodded her head in agreement.

Tracey smirked, shoving her fingers into Chloé's snatch like she was hunting for a treasure. "Good girl," she cooed, slapping Chloé's bubble butt. "Say they can fuck you up good and proper, and I'll make sure you forget this ever happened later tonight in our room." With a vicious shove, she crammed all four fingers into Chloé's twat and smooched her donk like it was a juicy peach.

Chloé's eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. “Everything! Take me, use me; I'm all yours!” She hollered, practically drooling for it.

Tracey then said to the brothers on the other side of the bench, "What are you waiting for, dickwads? Stick something in her mouth so she shuts the fuck up! In the meantime, I'll get it ready for you."

She then began licking her pussy while one brother shoved his prick into Chloé's welcoming mouth.

Dan let her have a little fun with her girlfriend's pussy before finally giving Tracey a punt on the arse. Then, sarcastically imitating Dejee's tone, he said, "If that's okay with you. Lie down on the bench next to your fuckbuddy so we can fill you both up like the cum-starved bitches you are."

Tracey didn't know why she loved it when he spoke to her like that, but it was with a burning pussy that she complied, wasting no time to get into position.

Dan turned to his brothers. "What are you waiting for, guys? The whole buffet is open, guys. Enjoy their welcoming little mouths as an 'amuse-bouche' while I grease their pussies to make your job easier."

He then shoved his shlong into Tracey’s twat, feeling her squeeze it like a vice as he hit her cervix. His hands roamed her body, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples, as the brothers watched and waited their turn.

Dan withdrew after a few thrusts as he saw one of the brothers eyeing Chloé's snatch. "Back off, that ring's mine." He barked, confident even though he had just joined the fraternity.

"You're about to get that tight pussy wrecked, you little whore," he sneered at Chloé, pummeling into her like a fucking beast. Just like he'd done to Tracey, treating her cherry like a frat house prize to be claimed.

But he noticed that Chloé's reactions were different from Tracey's. Her moans were not just of pain but also of pleasure, her body arching back into his thrusts. He couldn't resist pointing it out. "Looks like you've already been riding the cock carousel," he leered, smacking her keister hard. "Not so pure and innocent as you pretend to be, are you?"

Pushing on the abs of the guy in front of her to free her mouth, Tracey looked at Chloé in shock. "The fuck?"

The room erupted in laughter, and Chloé's face turned scarlet, but she couldn't deny her body's reaction to the rough treatment. She couldn't help the way her body responded.

Spitting the inchworm out of her mouth, Chloé replied. "It's all your fault, Tracey," she panted. "You shouldn't have teased the surfer last summer... oh, oh...

"I found him crying, and I just couldn't... Oh my g... resist his sad puppy eyes," she moaned.

The room was in hysterics, and Chloé's face was as red as a tomato, but she couldn't lie about her body's betrayal. She'd never felt so alive, so used, so...free.

Tracey couldn't hold back her laughter. "So, that's the secret behind our beach hopping. You couldn't handle the guilt of letting him surf your waves.

"But I forgive you," she added, her voice thick with sarcasm. "Just swallow Dan's monster gun until he comes, and we'll be even."

Dan, though, was ready to blow his lid. Being second to some beach bum was not in his playbook. He'd show her who the real fucking alpha was here.

"And your dirtybox, slut? Did you let him tap that?" He roared, his eyes burning with rage.

Chloé swiveled her head to look at Dan, her shocked face saying it all.

Dan pulled out completely and, taking her hand where her purity ring had been nestled, said, "Perfect! At least I'll have fewer qualms about taking your ring, bitch!"

Tracey winked at Chloé. "Looks like you're going to be punished anyway for being such a sneaky, dirty, secret girl." She lay on Chloé's back, cupping her badunkadunk with both hands and spreading them as wide as she could.

"Come on, cowboy, fill that nasty little cow up to the balls," she goaded, spitting a fat wad of saliva right onto Chloé's brown eye.

Dan was more than ready; he didn't even flinch before driving himself into Chloé's untouched, puckered hole.

But even with his dick slicked up like a greased pig at a county fair, Chloé's bowel was tighter than a nun's cunt in Sunday school. He barely managed to get his cock halfway in.

Her screech echoed through the room, like someone had just rammed a red-hot poker up her wazoo.

And just after, the room went silent except for her desperate wheezes. The other dudes in the room looked around awkwardly, like they'd just walked in on their moms getting it on with the mailman.

But what did Dan do? He fucking laughed his head off. "Hahaha, sounds like the cow's got a cork stuck up her butt!"

A bunch of the pussy brothers couldn't handle it and scurried out like rats abandoning a sinking ship, under Dan's disdainful gaze.

The three that stayed? They were his bitches now, stroking away while staring at the floor like they were in a fucking monastery. The rest? They'd be back, begging to get in on the action one day.

Then he lowered his gaze and gave Tracey a slight nod.

She grinned wildly at him before licking the rod sticking out of her girlfriend's ‘new’ money maker. With a grunt, Dan made it clear that this wasn't what he expected from her.

With the grace of a pig in mud, she squirmed her way between their legs, mouth aimed straight for the promised land... that greedy, swollen clit begging for attention.

Tracey's whore-like attitude didn't disappoint Dan. She sucked on it like it was her last meal, slapping Chloé's snatch with her hand like a fucking drumline soloist. The other grabbed Chloé's buttocks so she could continue playing with her magic button.

Chloé's scream this time? Oh, it was pure, unbridled lust. It was clear it wasn't the first time these two had played the lezzie games.

Tracey, playful, now pushed two fingers into her buddy's snatch, initiating a leisurely pumping motion. This loosened Chloé's backdoor up nicely for Dan's schlong, which was eager to go spelunking.

Well, what do you know? The dirty ménage à trois morphed into a full-blown ass-stuffing contest, a real battle royale. Dan and Tracey were hell-bent on outdoing each other, competing for one to pack Chloé's butt to the max with his donkey kong before the other made her gush like a geyser first.

Chloé was lost in an ecstasy of sexual frustration. Each lick from Tracey brought her closer to nirvana, each thrust from Dan's dick stealing her orgasm away like a sadistic tease. She was nothing but a fuck toy now, a plaything for her new master and mistress to use and abuse.

Lost in this bubble of conflicting sensations, every nerve on edge, she only realized who had won their little game when a brutal hand twisted in her hair.

Using her hair, Dan buried himself balls-deep where the sun don’t shine with a roar of victory.

The noise she made was like that of an animal in heat, her head pulled back in pure, unadulterated lust.

Looking at her with a smirk that could cut glass, Dan said, "Looks like I've got you right where I want you, you little whore.

"Come on, open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Show me that you belong to me and that I can do with you whatever I want." Dan added, a flame of pure dominance dancing in his eyes.

She complied as one of the other dudes came over with his hot-dog out, ready to use her mouth. "Good! Now you're going to keep quiet."

Dan, almost nonchalantly, let go of her hair. Exhausted by her many orgasms, her head fell back, forcing her to impale herself on the sausage in front of her while he continued. "This is just the beginning, boys. If you stick with me, we'll be getting this kind of treatment every night."

He added to Tracey, whose mouth was now full of his nuts, "And you, cunt, your job isn't to make me jizz. It's to prove you're Chloé's so-called bestie by making her explode all over your face while I'm deep in her asscunt."

Tracey didn't need to be told twice. Her mouth smashed and sucked violently on her girlfriend's love button. She shoved her whole fist into that sweet, dripping snatch and worked it like a champ, pumping away like she was trying to start a lawnmower. And all this while her own slit was gushing like Niagara Falls, cumming from the mere sound of Dan's cunning mouth.

Chloé felt an orgasm building inside her like nothing she'd ever experienced. Unable to hold back, she sang her burgeoning orgasm like the most experienced opera singer would have, despite the cock in her throat. And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt like a dam in her lower abdomen was breaking. Her eyes were watering as she flooded Tracey's hand, breasts, and even stomach with the fluids of her pleasure.

She had never squirted before, never had an orgasm for so long. Exhausted, she slumped, her head and legs dangling limply on either side of the bench.

She barely felt Dan's weight on her back, his hand sliding gently down her arm, his fingers slowly closing around her ring.

As his warm breath was on her neck, his teeth nibbling almost tenderly at her ear, she knew what he was about to do before her brain even admitted it. But she didn't have the strength to fight him; worse, deep down, she knew she was dying to.

"It's mine now," he purred for her only, slowly sliding her ring off her finger. "Just like you, my little bunny. Oh, I can't wait to show you a world you can't even imagine." He suddenly bit her earlobe hard, bringing tears to her eyes. "And as a thank you for your little gift, I'm going to show you what 'being an asshole' really means, my little darling."

So, Danny boy commenced to hammer his beefy rod in and out of her back alley like he was trying to break a new speed record for buttfuckery. His dong was sliding easily thanks to the orgasm Tracey had milked from her body just before, making it slipperier than a penguin on an ice rink.

She howled around the cock in her bubble rump, her eyes leaking with the sweet mix of agony and bliss. He didn't give a fuck if she enjoyed it or not; her pleasure was irrelevant. All that mattered was the power he had over her to make her do whatever the hell he felt like.

The three other brothers moved in closer, their dicks waving in the air like a trio of eager flagpoles. They formed a dick-waving circle around Chloé, their meaty shafts practically caressing her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Tracey had jumped to her feet, her eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. She couldn't resist the urge to start stroking her own clit like a frenzied bunny in heat.

Dan switched his focus to her, forcing her to lean towards him to mash their mouths together in a kiss that was more about possession than passion. He batted her hand away, needing to grind his fingers into her soaking cunt.

It was this spectacle, worthy of the most depraved sexual orgies of Emperor Nero, that Dejee and Tina encountered as they descended back into the basement.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dejee yelled.

Breaking the torrid kiss, Dan turned to him and threw a provocative snarl in his face. "Only what they want done to them, D. Just like you promised."

Tina stared at them in shock before a fury rose in her gut. "Stop now!!!"

It was as if this was the signal they'd all been waiting for. All three brothers ejaculated simultaneously on Chloé's hair and neck. Then on her face, as she lifted it up, her eyes closed, her mouth half-open, her face contorted as the Big O rolled all over her, stolen from her body.

Tracey let out a guttural, whorish shriek as she bucked her hips, her cunt convulsing like a greedy mouth on Dan's knuckles. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, leaving only the whites to gleam in the dim light.

Then, unperturbed, Dan wiped his hand, soaked with Tracey's squelchy love juice, on Chloé's back before giving her one final, bone-rattling ram. He glared at Tina, not saying a fucking word.

She immediately understood, only from a slight clench of his jaw, that he was about to fill Chloé's bunghole with a fresh coat of his man-sauce. Chloé's guts quivered as she took the whole thick, pulsing mess.

Then slowly, he withdrew from her moon with a "pop" that sounded, to him, like a declaration of victory, leaving her gaping and making her feel like a used-up whore.

He smacked his meat against her ass cheeks to get rid of the last drops of his cum, then smeared it on her plump rump...and Tracey's belly for good measure.

He finally slapped Chloé's buttocks hard, the sound bouncing off the walls like a taunt, saying casually, "Get up, Lazygirl, Daddy's done playing for now. And it looks like the party's over." Then he put Chloé's ring in his pocket, not even hiding it from the others.

The look of disgust that crossed Tina's face would have made anyone recoil except Dan, who smiled back as if to say, "I don't give a damn about you, babe."

But he felt cold sweat trickle down his back when he saw Dejee's hard eyes. They were like two bottomless black wells. He felt compelled to say, "Hey, we just had a little fun while you guys were 'chatting' upstairs. Nothing more."

"Nothing more?" Dejee continued, his voice icy. "What I'm seeing here isn't what I call fun. It's a good thing some of you were smart enough to tell me. I warned you before, Dan; I didn't want any unnecessary drama. You'll have to prove yourself, Pledge."

He turned to Tina. "I..." He didn't have time to finish his sentence before she looked at him, her eyes filled with deep sadness, but tenderness could also be seen there.

Putting a finger to his mouth, she slid her other hand down to the last vestige of his virtue: his sock. Then she took it off before placing it on Dejee's chest. "There, I'm naked in front of you. Now keep your promise and let us go."

He nodded, and she went to retrieve her clothes and the girls' clothes before waving at them. "Come on, girls. Dan is right, the party's over. Let's go home."

Tracey and Chloé trotted behind Tina, heads bowed.

As they rushed down the stairs, Dejee turned to Dan. "You! You..." He let out a long sigh. "You're going to tidy up and clean up this whole mess yourself, understood? Then you're going to take your things and go to the pledge dorm. And don't think I'm going to give you any special treatment. If you act like an idiot, you're out. Is it clear enough for you?"

Instead of answering, Dan picked up the bench he'd fucked both girls on and went to put it back in place.

Dejee turned to the other three brothers. "And you! Are you letting a fucking first-year lead you around? You better come to your senses, or I'll kick all three of you out too, understand? Get out of my sight!"

They didn't need to be told twice, leaving them alone.

"I'm going to go see if I can get your shit back, Dan. I hope they're not too shocked."

"Damn, Dejee!" Dan exploded. "You're no saint either! I saw the pictures of the two cheerleaders from last year. It was a guy from the fraternity who got them pregnant, right? Don't come lecturing me about protecting those Alpha Chi whores."

Dejee's fist hit him so hard he staggered.

"You don't know anything, Dan!" he yelled. "There are rules to follow if you ever want to be president of this fraternity, and I just gave you the first one: a president always upholds his word, even and especially to himself. You have the balls to be a good president, but you need to stop thinking with them!"

Without waiting for an answer, Dejee then climbed the stairs down which the girls had disappeared four at a time. He hoped she had been waiting for him.

But he found himself in pitch-black darkness. Cursing under his breath, he turned to go back into the house.

There she was, illuminated only by the moonlight, leaning nonchalantly against the tree next to the porch.

He approached her like a great beast towards its prey, gently so as not to scare her away. And she looked at him, smiling. "Is the big D afraid I'm just an illusion?"

Running his hand over her head, he answered frankly. "Yes, I'm afraid you're just a succubus who has taken the form of the woman I love."

The surprise that appeared on her face was like sunshine shining in the night for him. "You...you...stop your bullshit, D, I'm serious now. We need to talk about Dan. I saw his eyes; he's a wild beast. You should be careful."

"I know what I saw tonight, and that's why I have to keep him with me. I'm afraid that, without anyone to guide him, he'll turn into a monster with all that rage boiling inside him."

And suddenly, his lips were on hers, his tongue searching hers in her mouth. He cupped the back of her neck, kissing her passionately.

After a long kiss, she pulled her head back slightly, trapping her lower lip with her front teeth, tugging it slightly before catching her breath.

"Is what you told me true? You're not lying to me?"

Dejee, misunderstanding her words, replied. "No, I wish I were wrong. But they were drinking with Mike and Grayson to 'loosen them up' before one of their private fundraising evening, trying to match their pace. They were clearly going to get wasted, so I brought them here, but by the time I got them to sleep, the orgy had already begun. That was the day I swore to myself that none of this would ever happen again, and here is Dan."

"Shh, it wasn't about their accusations I wanted to talk about."

Dejee looked surprised, then softened when he saw her mocking him. "Really? Too bad, because I would have liked to know if they're okay."

"Ah, D. is his big heart. That will be your downfall one day. And yes, they're fine, even if they can't trust men anymore. But maybe it's better they went to another university after all.

Faced with his surprise, she added mischievously. "Because they would never have understood if they saw me doing that," she said, kissing him again.

"To finish our conversation, I just wanted to know if you weren't lying to me when you said you loved me."

"No, I love you. I loved you from the first time I saw you. That's why I joined the Tauts, because I wanted to compete with Mike. To take revenge on the one who took the woman I love from me."

"So you're not doing all this to become the first fraternity on campus?"

Dejee looked at her very seriously, taking a deep breath before answering. "To be honest, I always found this rivalry completely stupid. What I've always only wanted it's you."

She looked at him with stars in her eyes before giving herself completely to his kiss. They were finally reunited; only each other mattered in this magical moment that made them forget where they were.

Lost in their consuming passions, they didn't see the two eyes filled with hatred watching them from the shadows.

And it was without a sound that Tracey left to wait for Tina with Chloé, her head filled with the heavy secret between Dejee and Tina.

The next day, Dan strolled through the campus, his head held high. He could see the whispers and glances, the rumors spreading like wildfire. On the other side of the road, Tracey and Chloé walked in silence, their heads down, as if the marks of their degradation were visible for all to see. Dan couldn't resist the urge to approach them, his prick twitching at the memory of their screams and pleas.

"Hey, sluts," he called out, his voice carrying across the crowded space. They flinched, their eyes meeting his briefly before dropping to the ground. He stepped closer, enjoying their discomfort. "If you want more, you know where to find me," he said, his tone a blend of challenge and promise. He watched as their boyfriends, not far away, looked at him furiously, their fists clenched but thankfully oblivious about the event of the last night.

The two girls looked up at him, their eyes filled with a mix of anger, shame, and a flicker of something else. Something that told Dan they hadn't forgotten the way his ‘big daddy’ had made them feel. And as they turned away, he knew that the game was far from over. The score was settled for now, but the war had just begun.

Dan couldn't wait to see what the next chapter would hold. He had a feeling that Tracey and Chloé were just the tip of the iceberg and that there were many more eager, unblemished pussies waiting to be conquered. The thought brought a smile to his face, and he walked away, knowing that not only the brothers of Alpha Chi but also Dejee would be watching his every move. But he had just learned to be patient, waiting for his next chance to strike.

For now, he had to focus on his pledgeship. The next challenge from Dejee was just around the corner, and he had a feeling it would be even more difficult than the last. He was eager to prove himself again, to show the brotherhood that he was worthy of wearing the letters. And as the whispers grew louder and the glances more furtive, he knew that his legend was only just beginning.

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Two years later, Dan was sitting at the desk Dejee had occupied a few months earlier.

"It's fantastic what we can do these days," he said, watching the video on his new phone screen. "I was glad I got that geek accepted last year. He really helped me by jailbreaking it."

Only a muffled grunt that probably meant "what?" reached him from under the desk. He gently stroked the head between his legs, saying, "That wasn't for you. I was talking to myself." Then, seeing that his phone's battery was almost dead, he threw it on his desk, adding, "Too bad the videos are so short. Well, as long as it gets the job done."

Stroking the cheek of the woman who was giving him a masterful blowjob under the desk, he said, "Aren't you too disappointed that your son has given up the fraternity presidency? After all, he was number two after Dejee."

The woman looked up at him, then, very slowly, ran her lips up Dan's large cock. She even allowed herself the luxury of kissing the head of it before answering. "Me? No, I always knew he was more suited to being second in command... like his father." She tenderly stroked Dan's large, hairy nuts as she added, "Don't worry, he won't have the balls to fight you, even if he plays the outraged one right now." As if to emphasize her point, she greedily sucked on one of his jellybeans, spitting it out before continuing. "He's missing one 'big' asset to be number one."

Dan laughed, then pinched the woman's cheek, saying, "You're talking about your son, bad mum."

"That's why I'm saying it. I have known him since I gave birth to him. However, you'd better keep your word. He must remain your second in command as long as you're president," she said, cupping his family jewels and squeezing them gently.

"Don't worry about that. If there's one thing Dejee taught me, it's that you always have to keep your promises if you want to have what it takes to be a good president."

"Good, because you'll suffer the consequences if you don't. Same for your other promise, by the way. Are you sure you haven't told my son about either of us? He's always angry with me since he announced he was giving up the presidency. And when I ask him why, he turns bright red and storms out."

Dan cupped her chin and forced her to look him straight in the eyes. She held his gaze before lowering her eyes in submission. "I told you no one here would say anything to him, including me. And I always uphold my word."

With a sudden gesture, he released her jaw, spitting in a disdainful voice. "Come on, finish what I brought you here for before your husband starts wondering where you've been." Then, pressing down on her head as she began to work on his pussy killer again, he spat. "And swallow it all; you have to look presentable for my first night as president."

She returned to her 'work' enthusiastically, imagining she was doing this solely to secure her son's position; she lied to herself.

Dan, absentmindedly playing with the many rings on his necklace, let his gaze drift to the phone. Why tell his dumb son when all I had to do was anonymously send him a video of his mother getting her ass destroyed by me for him to understand his place? he thought cruelly.

His eyes fell on the photo of Dejee with the other former presidents as his abs tensed, a sign that his thick cum would soon flood the 'nice' mother's mouth.

"You'll see, asshole, I'm going to do what you didn't dare do. The Tauts will finally have the place they deserve on campus. And it will be all thanks to me."