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Making Frat Pussy - Chapter 1
It was an age old tradition, and this year was the year Caleb was presiding over it. He had been assigned by the President to recruit this year's frat pussy.
It was a whole ordeal. Or a hole ordeal perhaps. But the frat needed new talent every year and the hungry cocks of the frat members were ready for this year's search.
It promised to be quite the fuck fest for one weekend - and then a steady stream of pussy for the next twelve months. Of course the three existing pussies were still around and available for use. But now that the pledges were initiated and were used to the pussies, it was time to add the usual fourth.
Every year freshmen would line up to join the frat. The selection criteria were simply - huge muscled and horse hung dominant guys who fucked other senseless. That had long been the only criteria but it meant that they had to have a steady supply of pussy. And quite frankly, most women couldn't handle their huge cocks all day long.
And so, over half a century ago, the frat had started to look for the hungriest bottoms they could find. Often very submissive twinks who craved a steady stream of big cocks.
The twinks who became frat pussies didn't just get a steady stream though. They got a whole fucking river. And only the best and hungriest were up for the job.
Obviously, the frat preferred not to have twinks, but they had found that finding slender, smooth effeminate pussies did the job perfectly.
Caleb didn't have to do it on his own. Two of his buddies had been fucking a steady stream of freshmen twinks from grindr since the start of the year. The most promising fucks they had then first shared, and later gang fucked. They must have fucked over 20 twinks whose dream it was to serve men just like the members of the frat.
The four who had complained the least, and begged the most for more, were picked to come to the selection event.
And so they had gathered all 100 members into the house. Each guy was huge and muscled - at least 200lbs - and were wearing just basketball shorts with a jockstrap underneath. Each was supporting an ample bulge, providing only a small clue to what each was packing.
Downstairs in the basement were the four twinks. They had each been assigned a letter, because at the end of the day they were prospective pussies and didn't need an identity. Even when one was finally chosen, the successful pussy would be assigned a number - counting up from 1 since they had begun. This weekend's successful cunt would be number 52. The only small clue to that would be a small tattoo on their body.
And the prospective pussies downstairs knew what was in store. A weekend of endless fucking. Their cunts wouldn't be empty for more than seconds and whoever lasted longest would win. If more than one was still standing after 48 hours, it would go to a vote amongst the frat members.
As a reward, the successful pussy would not only be used regularly, but would also be allowed to live in the frat house in their own room. They would be fed and taken care off. Even half their tuition would be covered by the house. And if they should ever get into trouble and risk having to drop out, most of the time the frat was able to find the money to keep them around until they finished school.
But against that stood a cost. But for these true sluts, probably a small one. Outside their classes, they only had 1 free hour for themselves every day (usually this was late at night when the frat's pussy demand was lowest - but at weekends that was peak time so they got time off during the day). Outside of that time, they always had to be on call, ready to serve. And there were always at least 2 pussies on call.
Caleb stretched, his abs rippling as he did so. He was getting ready to address the gathered brothers.
"Are they ready?" He asked Dalton, who emerged from the basement.
"Yup. All ready to go."
"Great. And they know the rules?"
"We went over them again to be sure, and each said the were fully with it and here on their own accord."
"Good!"
That meant it was all ready. Each frat member would be allowed to fuck as many times as they wanted and the pussies couldn't say no - if they did they were out. They would be allowed to fall asleep if they could still be fucked. But if they said they no longer wanted to participate, they would be released and would be allowed to go. But they would probably never set foot in the frat again.
It was rare for the frat to have all 100 members gathered in the house - most weekends some would be away at games, competitions or just generally gone. But everyone had made sure they were here for this.
The other 3 pussies were around as well, available in their rooms if an extra cunt was needed.
"Alright everyone!" Caleb shouted as the room went quiet. "You know the drill. We've got four pussies ready for endless breeding. Keep breeding them until the last one is standing and they will become our next pussy bitch for the rest of their time here at school!"
Everyone cheered.
"Now - grab that viagra and let's get fucking!"
The viagra was always needed on this weekend - it ensured there was a constant stream of rock hard monster meat.
Caleb followed the frat president, Kwon, into the basement and heard him whistle.
"You approve?" He chuckled.
On display in front of them were four raised asses, sticking out of a wall. Two of them were clearly on all fours, while the other two were on their backs. But only their hairless pussies were visible. The frats didn't need to know who they fucked. On each their asses was a big capital A', B', C' or D', to keep track of which was which.
Their cunts were prelubed and had a small buttplug in to warm them up. Kwon was maybe relatively short, but easily one of the biggest guys in the frat, weighing over 300lbs of muscle. He took out his rock hard 12" cock and walked up to A, pulled the plug out and shoved his big shaft in, in one smooth thrust. Caleb and Dalton followed his example, taking B and C, whilst a fourth brother shoved his cock into D.
Over the cheers behind them they could hardly hear their moaning, but it immediately felt good. The tight cunts wrapped around their huge cocks.
Kwon moaned loudly. "Fuck this is some prime twat you found there Caleb." He said as he fucked harder and harder.
Caleb followed his lead, his 6'5", 289lbs mammoth of a body slamming into the squirming cunt underneath him.
The objective here wasn't to cum, but to sample all of the pussies. At least on the first fuck. So when Kwon signalled, they all moved to the next twat and eagerly continued. A new guy jumped up to the stand immediately and shoved his 9.5" cock into A.
Caleb loved this tradition. Every year the guys could fuck harder and rougher than they normally would - partly fuelled by the viagra, and partly to test the pussies to their limit. The objective was to break them. It wasn't the expectation that they would last the full 48 hour - even if it was the hope. As long as whoever lasted the longest, lasted more than 24 hours, they knew they had a good cunt to fuck every day for the next four years.
And so the night continued. Initially all 100 guys tried to get a go on the four hungry cunts on display, but some quickly realised there was a long wait. So instead they started to use the existing pussies, and even a few girls that knew this was a prime night to get laid. But they often didn't stay too long, unable to cope with the demand of so many horse hung guys.
After four hours, Caleb went to check on the prospective pussies. He walked down a corridor where only he and his small team were allowed to go and unlocked a door.
In front of him, he saw the four guys moaning. A was on all fours and looked up as Caleb walked into the room.
"How's it going?" Caleb said with a big smile on his face. The twink was cute. Pitch black afro hair, with a beautiful dark chocolate skin. He was maybe 5'8" - a perfect size for a pussy.
"It feels so fucking good. I never knew there were so many big cocks on campus."
"Oh there's more to come too." Caleb said with a slightly wicked tone in his voice.
He walked over to B. A beautiful, stunning redhead. His ginger curly hair bopped up and down as he laid on his back getting relentless pounded. Caleb could see his sizeable cock dripping precum, but his arms had been tied up so he couldn't jack off. It was vital to ensure the cunts stayed horny all night.
C was moaning loudly - probably the loudest of them all. He was on all fours and Caleb honestly didn't know if he was going to last based on the noises he was already making. But maybe he was wrong about the latino looking twink. He was the shortest of the lot - maybe 5'5" - but maybe hadn't been as good as he and his team had hoped.
In fact - before seeing this - he had been quite sure C was the most promising. The gang fuck they gave him was relentless, and long. They fucked him for 12 hours straight, so he was unsure why he was struggling.
"You ok there?" He decided to ask.
"Fuck yeah!" C said, but somehow Caleb thought he was putting on a brave face.
So he walked over to D. He couldn't worry about one dropping out. He just had to let the night run its course.
D was maybe the cutest. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but the Indian twink had an innocence about him that the other pussies just lacked. And he had grown up in England and sounded posh as hell - maybe it added to his cuteness. That and his deep brown skin.
He looked content and left the room, locking it on his way out. He found another one from his team.
"Make sure you go and give them something to drink Jason. We want to keep them hydrated."
The Asian American just nodded and walked off and Caleb watched lustfully as his huge frame disappeared down the hallway.
And so he checked in on them every few hours. By sunrise the guys were mostly getting tired and the steady steam of cock started to die down.
That's when his team really jumped into action. No pussy was allowed to be left empty for more than a minute and so they prepared the buttplugs (bigger than the ones they started the night with) and placed them on a ledge next to each cunt.
Now, when a frat brother was finished, they would immediately shove one of the big plugs in, ensuring there was a sizeable gape when the next brother would pull it out.
One from his team was always on the lookout for empty cunts and made sure they shoved the buttplugs in quickly when it happened. Once in a while a plug would fall out, and they would go grab a bigger one that was less likely to drop out.
That first happened after breakfast, to A. Marcus, one of the black frat brothers, had just fucked him senseless with his 14" cock (one of the biggest there) and the plug just was too small - although the gape was rather beautiful. Caleb got Dalton to fetch the next size up plug, but even that fell out after a moment.
"Fuuuuck" Dalton moaned as he came back with the second largest plug they had. "That's one fucking gape."
"You fucking bet. I think we need to get Marcus to fuck each of the other twats."
"Hmmmm fuck - they'd be ruined for days." Dalton agreed with a happy smile.
"Go and find him will you?" Caleb asked and Dalton walked off.
As Dalton looked for Marcus, Caleb spent some time with the big gaping hole. A was promising - very promising even. He saw some cum dripping down A's thigh and needed to try something. So he lubed up his hand and started to gently slide it into the pussy as he felt A squirm underneath him.
But he didn't meet much resistance. Within moments he was knuckle deep and he started to gently move his hand in and out, stretching with every movement, feeling the cunt open up further.
"What's up Caleb" Marcus said in his deep voice coming down the stairs just as Caleb felt his hand slide in deeper. The room had gone mostly quiet now and Caleb heard a loud, satisfied moan coming from A.
"Oh hey Marcus." He said as he continued to fist A. "I can feel you opened A up quite impressively, if you get what I mean."
"Fuck man, I knew I was big but you've not got small hands dude. That shit is impressive."
"Yeah thats what I thought. He's on our second largest buttplug to keep him open. Though to be honest..." He said, looking at his own hand inside that wrecked cunt, "it may need to be the biggest one now. Just wondered if you could open up the other ones in the same way?"
"Oh fuck man - I would be happy to. Though maybe you wanna ask Santiago too - that dude has one big motherfucker between his legs."
Dalton immediately ran off to find Santiago - probably one of the shortest guys around at 5'9" but he weighed almost 280lbs of pure muscle - and was hung like a donkey.
So as Caleb continued to fist A, Marcus got to work on B, getting his cock hard in record time and started to pound mercilessly.
Caleb was jacking off his cock when Santiago emerged.
"I heard y'all want the pussy destroyer?" He asked in his deep southern accent.
"Yeah I think C could do with a merciless pounding." Caleb said getting closer to the edge. And so could D to be honest."
"No problem man." Santiago said. His handsome latino complexion gave no hint of the kind of fucker he was but within seconds of entering C, he started to pound furiously. Caleb knew he was one of the most aggressive fuckers around and together, it seemed as though Marcus and Santiago were winding each other up. Watching the two was incredibly hot and he was now incredibly close. He withdrew his fist and shoved his cock deep inside A just as it erupted, adding to the many loads he had undoubtedly taken that night.
At that point, Caleb heard a very loud protest coming from C.
"Go check on him Jason" Caleb said quickly as Jason ran off. Santiago quickly seemed to stop.
"I don't think he's up for it Caleb." He said, sounding disappointed.
"I think you're right. Move on to D and see how far you get?"
At that point Jason re-emerged. "He's tapped out I'm afraid."
Caleb looked at his watch. 10:04AM. Really not too bad for the first loss. He was just gutted it was C.
"How's he doing?" He asked. He was genuinely concerned. Sure, the guys were their fuck toys but they still deserved to be looked after.
"He'll be ok. I suggest we put him to bed here and let him go home tonight. He's had a good night at least."
Caleb nodded in agreement. It was true that during many of these weekends, they would have one of the pussies drop out earlier. C should still be proud of himself after all.
As C was removed from the display, Caleb walked upstairs. He was tired himself and needed some rest. He spoke to Tyler - his other helper.
"Make sure they're well looked after while I'm asleep." He said as Tyler just nodded.
To be continued