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While Adam knew it was entirely optional - and probably not even encouraged - for his ‘college experience’ to be rounded out by joining a frat, he couldn’t really pull himself away from the idea. It was all a part of the shiny ideal of college life that had drawn in a young Adam dreaming about getting away from his shitty parents. When he was young, he’d sat and watched those terrible made for TV movies that played after the watershed hour and watched the frat boys on television get away with whatever they wanted.

He’d wanted that. The freedom to do what he liked without fearing the repercussions. He knew, realistically, that that was never going to happen, that he’d been raised to vigilant to entirely through caution to the wind like that, but still. He wanted to join a frat.

He didn’t know what it was about it that enraptured him so much. Not the excessive drinking and partying, that was for sure, because those things had never really been his scene.

But there was a frat on campus - Eta Ki - that didn’t seem to be on the same page as every other one on campus. They’d never been written up for hazing pledges, their police record was squeaky clean  aside from a few noise complaints and one of the members having more speeding tickets than a Fast & Furious character. They had parties, yes, but they were more exciting when they threw them, more exclusive affairs, because they didn’t throw many.

And it didn’t hurt that Adam had met the president of their chapter - a kind, if not slightly condescending, and handsome boy called Gansey - who had invited Adam to come around and talk to them after he’d subtly displayed interest in learning more about frat life. The fact that he had met Gansey in the library, leaning over a stack of books was a plus, too. He assumed he wasn’t going to be expected to put his studies on hold for this whole affair.

So there he found himself, standing on the doorstep of the renovated factory that became the frat house for Eta Ki. He knocked, the sound hesitant and nervous even to his own ears.

Gansey’s smiling face opened the door to him, “Adam! How nice to see you.”

Behind him, Adam got his first look into the frat house. It was a spacious, open concept, sort of place with doors branching off and a rickety looking set of stairs leading upwards. A haze of smoke filled the room as someone out of sight puffed out vape clouds, and a different boy was wondering about shirtless eating cereal from the box.

“Nice to see you, too.” He said, feeling awkward.

“Come in, come in.” Gansey smiled, standing away from the door and ushering him in. To the house, he called out, “Boys!”

The door closed behind him, and Adam jumped.

“Hey.” A voice spoke behind him and Adam jumped again, turning just enough to catch a glittering smile in the relative dark of the entryway, “Woah. Jumpy.”

“Play nice, Henry.” Gansey chided gently, taking a few steps forward and beckoning Adam to follow him, “Come, meet the rest of the guys. We don’t have many, we’re a pretty small frat, but that’s because of some… unsavory characters that we elected to not let rejoin us.”

“Fuckin’ Kavinsky .” Said a snarl of a voice - the shirtless man that Adam had seen through the doorframe. He had a wicked tattoo that crawled every inch of his skin on his back and was trying valiantly to crawl onto his chest and up to his neck as well. He sounded damn near half-savage, but that could have just been due to the nature of this unknown Kavinksy character.

“Indeed.” Gansey said grimly, “Kavinsky.”

“Do I want to know?” Adam asked, hoping for an answer in the negative.

“We’ll tell you at another time.” Gansey dismissed, which was good enough for Adam, “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Adam perched on the leather couch that Gansey indicated, next to a blond haired boy who was the source of the vape smoke.

“Of course, you know me.” Gansey said, and then indicated to the vaping boy, the tattooed boy, and the one that had jumpscared Adam in the hallway earlier in turn, “This is Noah, Ronan, and Henry. Guys, this is Adam. The one I told you about. That I met in the library.”

The tattooed boy, Ronan, gave him a searching look, “You think he’s gonna go for it?”

Gansey looked at Ronan, “You did, didn’t you?”

Inexplicably, Ronan’s cheeks turned slightly pink. Noah snorted, and muttered something under his breath that Adam didn’t quite catch but that made Ronan flip him off. Henry chuckled.

Gansey rolled a hand through the air, and the other boys in the room stopped their minor squabbling. It was strange to see, like Gansey was their king and they all heeled to his word. All of their eyes followed his every movement.

“I know that you’d like to join us.” Gansey said, and there was something that had changed in his voice.  It made him seem darker, somehow, less controlled. Adam fought the urge to shiver, “But, like all fraternities, we have some ways of… rooting out our pledges. I admit that it was started by some of the more rough around the edges alums of the frat, but we keep the tradition alive to honour their wishes.”

Adam narrowed his eyes. Gansey’s words had done something to the room, and now something that Adam couldn’t decipher was hanging heavy and waiting in the air between all of them. Henry leaned forward, bracing his forearms against his knees. Noah took one last hit of his vape before shoving it into his pocket.

Of course, Adam had to have known that it was far too good to be true. No frat would just let anybody in, or this place would be filled to the brim with more than four boys. Maybe they were just sneakier about their hazing than other frats were. Or maybe Gansey, with the slide of his old-money accent and his politician mother (Adam had gone home and googled him after their first meeting, because he was nothing if not cautious) had managed to worm his way out of disciplinary action.

If they told him to streak through campus, or drink a beer from someone’s used shoe, or anything else meant to humiliate and demean him, he’d leave. No matter how much he wanted to be apart of the inherent brotherhood that was a fraternity, his pride was worth more to him than anything else in the world.

“We’re not like other frats. We’re not going to force you to do anything. If you don’t want to do what I’m about to propose, you’re more than free to leave. There are other ways to get into Eta Ki, as well. This is just the… the route we’d prefer, let’s say.”

Every single pair of eyes in the room was laser focused on him. His skin was crawling with the sensation of it. His mind was spinning with ideas of what they were going to ask him to do.

“It’s easier to show, not tell.” Henry’s voice said behind him. There was something to the way he spoke his vowels that made Adam think that he wasn’t originally from America. If he had been less preoccupied, less on edge, he would have listened more closely to define the intricacies of it to find out where he was from, but he was too focused on the way his heart was pounding, too nervous about what that statement even meant.

“Quite right.” Gansey leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs and placing both arms on the rests of his armchair, “Ronan, would you do the honours?”

Ronan baulked, “Mine?”

“You did so well. Wouldn’t it just be right for Adam to learn from the best?”

Noah snorted and said quietly, like he only intended Ronan to hear, “And you’ve got the most practice.”

Ronan’s face blazed red, and there was a look of war in his eyes. Adam looked between Gansey and Ronan, incredulous and confused. Noah and Henry sighed, like this was a regular occurrence. Well, Noah sighed. Henry looked between them both, mildly amused, like this was a tennis match that he was only paying attention to in the background.

Eventually, Gansey said, “ Ronan .” in a sharp, controlling tone, and Ronan’s jaw flexed, but then he was standing up.

Adam watched with fascination as Ronan stood up, back hunched like a cat caught in a rainstorm, and picked an unmarked DVD case off a shelf above the TV and fed it into the slot of the DVD machine.

Adam watched his face as he sat back down, covering his face with one hand. He seemed embarrassed, but there was something else there, something to the flush of his ears that made Adam think that he wasn’t as opposed to this situation as he was pretending to be.

The DVD spurred to life, but no one in the room was looking at the TV screen aside from Adam. The camera was shaky, and he heard Noah’s voice, slightly reedy and California-accented, say, “You ready, Lynch?” even though nothing but the floor and one arm of the couch was being shown.

In response to the question, someone moaned.

Adam felt every single one of his muscles tense. He couldn’t make himself look away from the TV screen, even as the camera angle panned up, less shaky but still handheld, to show miles of pale skin. Ronan, stripped of everything but his tattoo, head lolling off one arm of the couch, one leg thrown over the back.

And Henry, in between Ronan’s spread legs, fucking into him.

Adam’s breath stuttered to a stop in the back of his throat, and he had to manually remind himself to continue breathing.

Ronan looked completely fucked out, eyes glazed over, pale skin flushed, moans jerking out the back of his throat every single time Henry buried himself inside him. There was a shining layer of sweat all over his body, and cum already decorating his chest.

Noah shoved the camera in Ronan’s face, panning down his body. His fucking nipples were pierced. Adam flicked his eyes over to Ronan, darting down his front and tracing the silver bars proudly displayed in his shirtless state, and then he looked back to the screen. That revelation - he didn’t know how he’d missed it before - had awakened something in him that he wasn’t particularly proud of.

“Look at him.” the Noah on screen crooned, “Fucking begging for it.”

“He loves it.” Gansey’s lightly tanned hand caressed Ronan’s cheek, his thumb resting on his bottom lip until Ronan eagerly sucked it into his mouth, “Fucking slut .”

Adam could feel his entire body growing feverish.

There was a clink of a belt, and then Gansey was guiding his cockhead past Ronan’s lips. Ronan’s mouth opened easily, even though his entire body was jolting with the force of Henry’s thrusts. Gansey cupped the back of his shaved head and guided his cock in and out until he could pick up a steady rhythm and fuck Ronan’s throat.

The video carried on like that, until Gansey came with a groan in Ronan’s mouth, and Henry switched out with Noah, so Gansey was holding he camera and filming Noah fucking into Ronan’s hole as Henry finished himself off all over Ronan’s stomach.

The video cut off, and Adam assumed that it was over - but that clearly wasn’t the case, because there was about a second of black screen, and then another, different video started up.

Adam didn’t recognise the setting this time, but it was clearly a bedroom, decorated with neon lights and with a TV playing some medical drama in the back, teenage-boy messy and cluttered, and it was still clearly Ronan being fucked, this time by people that Adam didn’t know because they weren’t in the room, or seemingly still in the frat. He wondered if this was this unsavoury Kavinsky character he’d heard about

Someone was tracing words into the flesh of Ronan’s arms and thighs with a sharpie. Adam couldn’t catch much besides the typical slut and cum dump sort of thing that Adam had seen in porn he refused to admit he watched, but he did see a tally labelled loads that was more than five, at least.

The guy fucking into Ronan, wearing sunglasses inside like he was some kind of douchebag, grabbed Ronan by the neck and forced his head up, saying, “Look at the camera, princess.”

Ronan groaned. There were a half dozen bitemarks littering his chest, and someone had scrawled the words No.1 champion dicktaker across his pecs.

The TV switched off, from a remote Gansey had produced from somewhere, a movement that Adam only caught from the corner of his eye, as he hadn’t taken his eyes off the now dark TV screen.

He swallowed, because his throat was suddenly parched, and fought out words, “You’ve all done that?”

“All of us.” Gansey confirmed, gesturing to the shelf that Ronan had picked the DVD off. Adam checked, and - yeah. There were dozens of clear plastic DVD cases with names written in sharpie on the spines. He clocked that there were multiple with Ronan’s name on it, and a couple with the others on, as well as names Adam couldn’t place.

So this was what they wanted him to do.

Adam closed his eyes and thought deeply about how much he wanted to join this frat. And how long it had been since he’d had sex.

He could take or leave joining the frat. His pride could take it, probably. He’d feel better knowing that he hadn’t been rejected, that he chose to leave to preserve his dignity.

But he also hadn’t had sex since his last girlfriend had broken up with him because he was ‘too attached to his studies’. And he hadn’t been fucked since… well, since his freshman year, maybe. He’d hooked up with some guy he’d met at a gay bar in his first couple months, and then had fallen into a relationship with Blue a month or so after that.

He hadn’t been fucked in a year. And he was already half-hard. The feeling of the boys’ eyes crawling all over him was making him flush and sweat slightly.

He exhaled. Opened his eyes. And then relaxed into it.

He wanted to join the frat. He wanted to get fucked. There was no real objection to it, apart from it being sprung on him. But he’d rationalised it in his head, practically made a damn pros and cons list and everything had come up on the affirmative. He was going to let himself get gangbanged to join a fraternity.

His stomach flipped with nerves, but he slid onto his knees and came to kneel between Gansey’s spread legs where he was sitting on the armchair.

Behind him, somebody whistled, and Adam heard Henry mutter, “Someone’s eager.”

Gansey’s hand came to rest in his hair, smoothing soothingly over his scalp as Adam’s hands, shaking slightly, went for his belt.

There were more hands on him as he pulled Gansey’s cock out, half-hard from watching the videos of Ronan getting fucked. They soothed him, comforted him, pushed gently on the back of his head to encourage him to sink further down on Gansey’s cock.

The weight of Gansey’s cock was strange on his tongue, it had been far too long since he’d done this. It wasn’t unwelcome, though, far from it. It was just taking him a moment to remember the technique that he had down from before his dry spell with guys. He smoothed his tongue along the underside, hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed up and down, wrapped his hand around the length that he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

His neck was hurting a bit, but that didn’t matter, not when someone was taking him by the hair and leveraging him off Gansey’s cock. He gasped for air.

Someone’s hand took his, guided it to the hard cock by his side. On his other side, someone took his chin and guided him down on their cock.

Christ .

It was overwhelming in the best way, and a real testament to his ability to multitask. He had to focus on his breathing around the dick in his mouth, while also trying to keep a steady rhythm jacking off the one in his hand.

He let himself be pushed and pulled where they wanted him to go, let them wrap their hands around his and squeeze around their cocks so they could manipulate him into pleasuring him however they wanted.

Someone yanked his shirt off, and as soon as it was off him he was bending double to his task, focusing on his breathing as he got Henry’s cock all the way down his throat until his nose was pressed to his pelvic bone.

A vague part of his brain was aware that there was a camera on him, but he’d known that that was gonna happen, so he didn’t let it put him off his performance.

He was aware that people were muttering things, filthy degradation and praise in the like, but his brain couldn;t focus on what the actual words were. Hands switched between petting him comfortingly and hurting him slightly - nothing to set off alarm bells, just nails scratching lightly and hands tugging at hair..

Someone - he thought it might have been Gansey, but the space between his ears felt slightly fuzzy and his mind was slipping in and out of being aware of what was going on - moved him so he was bent over the side of the couch, legs spread and braced against the floor.

There was still a cock in his mouth, so he focused on that, moaning around it as clever hands undid his belt and pulled his jeans down to his knees.

He hissed against the cold feeling of a lubed up finger pushing against his rim, and someone laughed.

He let himself sink into the feeling of being fingered open, the slight burn of it. Whoever’s fingers were in him - his mouth was far too full, bent double into Ronan’s crotch (he knew it was Ronan only because he kept glancing up at the hook of his tattoo spreading around from his back) to look back and see who was preparing him to be fucked - were clever and practiced, clearly having done this many times before.

Adam couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this much pleasure. He was surrounded on all sides, even though he knew he could leave whenever he wanted to.

There was a small clap as Ronan tagged in Noah to use his mouth, so goddamn bro-y that they were in the middle of fucking him senseless and still found time to do that handshake into half-bro-hug thing.

Noah caressed his face as he fucked shallowly into his mouth.

As time went on, the more time he spent being passed between them, he started being able to differentiate who was who with his eyes closed, based purely on how they were fucking him.

Ronan liked it hard, he liked gagging Adam around his cock and then dancing his fingers along his throat to feel the outline of his own cock there.

Noah was enthusiastic but caring, not pushing Adam to his limits. He liked more technique when Adam was blowing him rather than simply fucking into the wet heat of his mouth.

Gansey liked to hold his face, liked Adam to look into his eyes. It seemed more personal with him. Adam thought that maybe, in a different world, they wouldn’t have needed a frat initiation for them to get into his situation.

Thinking about it, it was probably Henry fingering him, because Henry was calculating with it. He took stock of Adam’s reactions and did the exact same thing to elicit them so it was just as fun for him as it was for them.

There was no warning when the fingers were taken out of his ass, and less warning when the tip of, probably, Henry’s cock butted against his rim. It stayed there for a second, warning, and Adam shoved his ass back to communicate that he was ready to be fucked, even if he couldn’t say it because he was furiously bobbing up and down on Noah’s cock.

Henry entered him slowly but surely, burying himself to the hilt and then stopping, giving him time to adjust.

Adam let Noah’s cock drop from his mouth, panting and making harsh, moaning noises in the back of his throat. Hands, callused on the tips of the fingers, writer’s hands, smoothed down his sides, massaging and soothing.

“That’s it.” Gansey’s old money accent was comforting, hushed, “You’re taking him so well.”

Adam panted a few more times and then leaned forward to take Noah’s cock back in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and making sure his teeth didn’t scrape.

Taking that as the initiative that it was, Henry began to move. Adam tensed slightly, unused to the feeling because it had been so long, but then relaxed into the feeling.

Adam’s brain managed to focus just enough for him to hear Gansey murmuring to Ronan, the wet sound of lips on skin.”

“You jealous, Lynch?” Gansey was asking, voice low and sultry, “You wishing that was you?”

Ronan made an unknowable noise in the back of his throat, and Adam looked over to him, mouth open in a moan as Henry angled his thrusts to hit his prostate just right.

Gansey was looking at Adam with dark, hooded eyes. He looked like he wanted to eat Adam alive. His teeth were toying with Ronan’s earlobe, the camera in his hands fixed solely on Adam’s body. He leaned in to say something into Ronan’s ear, and then Ronan was moving, like he hadn’t even thought of not obeying his orders.

Henry, as though this precise situation had happened multiple times - which it very possibly had, considering the amount of unlabelled DVDs on that shelf - hauled Adam by the hips.

Adam made a choked noise as that meant Henry had fully speared him on his cock, but that noise dissolved into a loud moan as Ronan kneeled on the floor between his legs and the couch and took Adam’s achingly hard cock into his mouth.

Oh, Jesus Christ .

He couldn’t think. All he knew was that he was so fucking full , and time was slipping away. He was sweating, and moaning and definitely drooling around - not Noah’s, now Gansey’s cock. Noah was holding the camera somewhere toward his back end, filming Henry filming him and Ronan sucking him off.

At some point, Henry finished, lacing his asscheeks with ropes of sticky cum, and then Noah took his place, handing off the camera to Henry. Gansey had sat down so Adam’s trembling arms didn’t have to hold him up anymore, carding his hands through Adam’s hair as he thrust his hips up into his mouth.

He didn’t really know how long he was there, just that he was there for a while. Sometimes hands would tilt his head up and feed him water.

At some point he’d been moved from over the arm of the couch to lying on his back on the coffee table. There was nothing in his mouth aside from two cum-covered fingers. He didn’t remember who had fucked him last. Noah, he thought.

They were Noah’s fingers, and he drew them out when they were clean, wiping them off on the jeans he was still wearing. Ronan was kneeling between his legs, licking cum from his ass, lapping at him like a damn dog. His throat felt rough from use, but he kept moaning anyway. He didn’t think he could stop. He had cum at some point, but couldn’t remember when. All he knew was that he was slowly getting hard again.

Ronan was pushed out of the way, and then Gansey’s cock was sliding into him, so easy where it hadn’t been a while ago. Adam made a sound like he’d been sucker-punched, halfway through a desperate breath and a groan.

Ronan’s hands cradled his face, turning Adam to face him. There was a dire set to his eyebrows but a heat behind his eyes. He pressed his lips to Adam’s, which surprised him because through this entire thing he hadn’t been kissed once.

It surprised him less when Ronan’s tongue pried his lips open and he pushed Noah’s cum, lapped up from his hole, into his mouth. He groaned into it, grabbed Ronan by the back of his head to keep their mouths together.

When Ronan pulled back, there was a small dab of cum by his lip, which his tongue darted out to catch. He reached down and dragged his fingers through the cooling cum on Adam’s stomach and offered them to Adam, who opened his mouth automatically.

He felt like a slut. He didn’t really care. If he regretted any of this, which he doubted he would, he’d snap that damn DVD in half and flee the country, probably. After he’d gotten his degree, of course.

Ronan pressed the pads of his fingers to the tip of Adam’s tongue, watched with hooded eyes as Adam thoroughly cleaned all traces of his own release off his fingers. Then, when he was done, he pressed his fingers further back into Adam’s mouth, right at the back of his tongue.

Adam gagged and swallowed around the digits, tears springing to his already wet eyes, but Ronan didn’t let up. Adam didn’t want him to. Their eyes were locked, like they couldn’t look away from each other if they tried, until Gansey groaned and released Adam’s legs from where he was bending them up into Adam’s torso.

Ronan kept Adam’s mouth open as Gansey joined him by Adam’s head. Adam closed his eyes, opening his mouth somehow wider, swallowing convulsively as Gansey came in Adam’s waiting mouth.

Ronan was the last one to use him.

There was something about it… Adam didn’t really know how to explain it. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, pinching at Adam’s nipples and tracing the outlines of his bony hips, taking his hardened cock in hand and jacking him off in tempo to his thrusts.

It was overwhelming. Ronan smelled like sweat and those manly colognes that were meant to smell like the woods and motorcycles. Gansey, sitting by his head and cooing at him wordlessly, smelled overwhelmingly like mint.

Adam came, for a second time, before Ronan had finished, and he lay there boneless and groaning in ecstasy, a white light behind his eyes and a buzzing between his ears as Ronan finished with a few hard thrusts before cumming in him.

Adam drifted in and out of consciousness then. He heard the others muttering to themselves, was vaguely aware of someone cleaning his stomach and his face and between his thighs with a warm towel. Remembered whining in overstimulation as the cloth brushed over his overused hole, his cock.

Strong arms - Ronan’s, or maybe Gansey’s, he didn’t think Henry or Noah could carry him if they tried - moved him to the couch, which he only found vaguely disgusting because of what had just happened there.

Someone tilted his head up and he drank the glass of water they offered greedily, only stopping once to breathe so he wouldn’t accidentally waterboard himself.

His head was put in someone's lap, his feet in someone else's. A blanket was draped over his sweaty body. The TV blared to life, playing something inane. Family Fortunes .

A hand, minty smelling - Gansey - brushed his hair away from his face, and muttered, “Welcome to Eta Ki.”

Adam drifted into sleep while everyone else carried on with their day. There were never any less than two people with him at all times.