Caught

The men of Phi Theta Phi had caught Kyle outside the frat house on the Dom U campus, hoping to catch a glimpse of the brothers through the window of one of the bathrooms on the first floor. They could have called campus police on the little perv, but that wasn't really PTP's style. They normally dealt with these situations themselves. And after discussing it internally, the brothers quickly came up with a plan of action.

They'd give the little bitch exactly what he'd been looking for. Kyle wanted PTP dick? Done. All the hung men of the frat would fuck him for so long that even looking at dick would make him shake. They'd record each fat frat dick sliding into his overused hole, both so that they'd have leverage over him and also maybe have something to use for their spank bank later. Hey, maybe they could even sell it online and make some cash!

There was just one problem (if one could even call it that) that soon came to light after they bent him over the living room sofa to run a train on his ass: they'd seriously underestimated how much Kyle loved getting fucked. 

"Please fuck me!" he moaned with abandon. "God, please, gimme that dick! Really fuck my fucking pussy! Fuck!"

Their pledge master was honestly surprised at how wonderful Kyle's pussy felt, how satisfying it was to fuck the everliving daylights out of him. He soon felt his nut sneaking up on him.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" he roared, savoring the sensations as the slut's cunt gripped his spasming dick before slowly pulling out to make room for the next brother.

Kyle just couldn't stand feeling his pussy so empty, even for a moment. "I need more dick!" he begged. "C'mon, please, don't leave me like this! More..."

"No worries, bro," another PTP member stepped up to bat, that last word dripping with sarcasm. "We got you." Judging by the line, they'd be at it all night.

And so on it went. After a while, most of which was spent listening to the insatiable slut moan and beg for dick, the frat guys grew impatient simply waiting their turn at his cunt. To expedite the line, and also shut Kyle up a little, they began coring out his holes in pairs, spit roasting him over the couch.

The next day, after thoroughly using Kyle the point of mutual exhaustion, the brotherhood came to consensus that they'd be happy to keep him around as the official frat cum dump, with conditions. The faggot's dick would be caged (the pledgemaster would hold the key) and he'd be forbidden to cum by jerking off.