A group of fraternity brothers participate in a time-honored tradition in their frat: training the shy new pledges sent over by the neighboring sorority into sluts. Andre discovers that their latest slut really enjoys being spanked, and decides to test whether he can use this new discovery to make her come without taking her chastity belt off. 5.5 words, dark content rating.
Content warnings/tags: misogynist and degrading language; slut-shaming; careless use; gang-bang/party favor; dubious consent; sexualized hazing; anal sex
"Hey, slut, those snacks ready yet?" Andre hollered.
In response to his call, the slut--Sylvia? Stephanie? Her name definitely started with an S, he was pretty sure--poked her head out of the frat house's kitchen.
She was the latest participant in a longstanding tradition for the sorority house next door: each year, the sorority president would pick one girl from the freshman pledges and assign her to a month of slut service. For a month, the pledge would be required to live in the frat house, providing cooking, cleaning, and...other services, as required.
As per usual, they'd sent over a shy, nerdy girl. What's-her-name had mousy brown hair and pretty small tits, and Andre was pretty sure he remembered her wearing glasses for the first week or so. Those were gone now; someone had probably tossed them out, since she looked nicer without them.
He remembered her trying to sneak a towel out of the bathroom to cover up with at the beginning. They'd cured her of that pretty quick.
Now, three weeks into her term, she stood unflinching in front of Andre in the official slut uniform: a lacy pink bra and a matching hot-pink chastity belt.
The belt was, in theory, to prevent any little accidents while she was living with them. In practice, it definitely helped the slut work through her shyness.
The slot in the belt that she was meant to piss through was just wide enough that one of her dangling labia was hanging out, dewy and swollen with arousal.
She flushed as Andre looked her up and down, but didn't make any move to cover herself. She was getting nice and bold, these days. "Um, almost. I mean--the pigs-in-a-blanket and the buffalo dip will be another ten minutes in the oven."
Andre grunted. "Ten minutes, huh? Sounds like enough time for you to sit on my dick."
The slut flushed deeper as Andre started to unbutton his jeans.
He raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Y-yeah, okay," she said, and made her way over to the couch.
As he drew out his half-hard cock, she dug into her bra--it wasn't like they let her wear anything with pockets, after all--and pulled out a sachet of lube. She moved to sit next to him on the couch, but Andre looped an arm around her waist and yanked her towards him so that she ended up straddling his thigh instead.
The slut swallowed a noise--maybe a yelp of surprise, or a moan--as the rough fabric of his jeans made contact with her exposed labia and the strong muscle of his thigh pushed the plug she was wearing deeper into her ass. She just sat there for a moment, her fingers digging into his thigh, her eyes going unfocused.
"Get a move on," he said. "You better make me come in the next ten minutes, or else the food's gonna burn, because I'm not letting you walk away before I'm done with you."
The slut inhaled sharply and then nodded.
She tore the sachet open and squeezed the lube into her palm, then grabbed his cock--not shy at all any more, not the way she had been when she'd first been dumped on them--and started to stroke.
The lube was pleasantly warm from being tucked against her body all day. Andre hummed in pleasure as he hardened further in her hand.
"Alright," he said after only a few strokes, impatient. It was a football night--the Falcons were playing the Saints--and it wouldn't be long before the rest of the fraternity rolled in; he wanted to get off while he still had her to himself. "Come on, hurry up. Hop on it."
"Okay," she said, smearing the rest of the lube onto his dick and then getting up on her knees. She groaned quietly as she pulled the plug out of her ass. Then she swung her leg around, like she was intending to ride his dick while facing him.
"Nuh-uh," he said, tapping her thigh. "Other way." He'd let her do it like that last time, and she'd spent the whole time trying to grind the slot in her belt against his jeans; he'd had to remind her three or four times to keep bouncing the way he wanted.
The slut hesitated. "But..." there was a whine in her voice, like a spoiled toddler.
He slapped her thigh more firmly, making her yelp. "Turn the fuck around, slut. I don't want you wasting time and energy trying to get yourself off. This isn't about you."
She turned around finally. Her thighs were quivering a bit, and her visible labia was even wetter than before, a bit of fluid oozing through the slot around it.
Andre smirked. He was starting to get the idea that this slut was into being spanked. A lot of them were, it turned out, once you let them stew in their own juices for long enough.
To test out the idea, he put a hand on her waist to stop her from dropping down onto his dick right away, and then delivered two firm slaps, one on each of her buttocks.
She gasped at the first, and then squealed at the second, her back arching and her muscles quivering under his hand. A viscous drop of slick drooled down from her belt.
"Just getting you warmed up," he assured her, then tugged on her hip, dragging her down until his cock pressed between her spanked cheeks. Her asshole gaped open, loosened by the plug; he felt it flutter and wink as the head of his dick teased against it.
"F-fuck," the slut gasped quietly, her hips rocking. When his cock caught inside of her properly, she groaned, then sank the rest of the way down in one smooth movement. She wasn't feeling any more patient than Andre was, apparently.
"Yeah, that's it," Andre groaned. "Shit, that's good." He let her wiggle in his lap for a moment, squirming like she was trying to get comfortable--or like she was trying to grind on his cock, maybe--and then he slapped her hip again. "Get bouncing, bitch."
The slut lifted herself and dropped down again obediently, fucking herself on him.
He hummed and settled back into the couch, content to let her do all the work. The only thing he did to make it easier for her was to grip the base of his cock, keeping it at the correct angle so that it wouldn't slip out when she pulled off. He admired the flex in the muscles of her ass and thighs as she worked herself up and down; it was no easy task, and the strain made the shape of her body even more pleasing to the eye.
After a couple of minutes, she began letting out quiet whimpers each time she sank down on his dick. He groaned in appreciation at the sweet noises and grabbed the inside of her thigh with his free hand, squeezing hard. She whined and ground down against him, her hips rolling and stuttering as her body clenched desperately on his cock.
"That's right, that's right, fucking squeeze me, slut," Andre grunted, kneading her thigh. "Shit, yeah. You're fucking horny, huh? Keep going, come on, don't get lazy."
He let go of her thigh, nudging her to prompt her to start riding him again.
She whimpered, her ass clutching needily around him. Then she slowly lifted herself once more, her legs shaking like it was a struggle for her. As she sank down on him again, she let out a low sobbing noise.
"What?" he demanded, smacking her hip to get her moving faster again. "What's the matter? You have a problem, slut?"
