Nude Ledger - Part 2

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Nolan turned, ass up, face burning against the carpet, cage dripping onto the floor beneath him while Mason stepped forward and shut the door with his foot. 

Rhys was right, it was going to be a long night.

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Nolan jolted awake when the door banged open. The room still smelled like dried cum and beer. He was on his stomach on the dog bed, cage mashed against the floor, wrists raw from trying to rub himself in his sleep.

Rhys stepped in wearing gray sweats and nothing else, coffee in one hand, phone already recording in the other.

“Get up. On your knees. Hands behind your head.”

Nolan scrambled. The carpet scraped his skin raw. He spread his knees, back straight, chest out. His cock filled the cage instantly, the head swollen purple and poking through the bottom slot, a thick string of pre-cum already hanging.

Rhys circled him slow. One finger hooked under Nolan’s balls as he lifted and weighed them like fruit.

“Still attached. Good.” He pressed a thumb against the cage bars, right on the slit. Pre-cum oozed out in a fat drop. Rhys caught it on two fingers and shoved them between Nolan’s lips.

“Clean it off.”

Nolan sucked his own cum off Rhys’s fingers while the phone kept rolling.

Rhys spun him with a grip on one shoulder. “Bend over and spread em.”

Nolan folded forward, forehead to the floor, hands pulling his cheeks apart. His hole was puffy from last night, pink and shiny with leftover cum that had leaked out and run down his thighs. Rhys slapped each cheek hard, five times each, until the skin glowed angry red.

“Interest for overnight leaking,” Rhys said. He typed into his phone. “$150 added. Crawl to the kitchen when you’re done drinking. I’ll void today’s interest if you lick the bowl clean.”

He stepped over to the water bowl, pulled his sweats down just enough, and pissed a long yellow stream into it. The smell hit sharp and sour. Once the stream stopped, Rhys tucked himself away and left without another word.

Nolan stared at the bowl. His stomach flipped, but his locked cock jerked so hard the cage rattled. He lowered his face and started lapping.

The kitchen was chaos. Music blasting. Twenty-five guys in gym shorts and tanks eating cereal straight from the box. Someone wolf-whistled the second Nolan crawled in on all fours.

The half-apron hung on a hook by the fridge had red checkered fabric and was barely big enough to cover his caged cock from the front. Strings tied loose in back so his ass stayed fully on display. Nolan tied it with shaking fingers.

First order came immediately.

“Ledger, coffee, three sugars, splash of oat milk.”

He crawled to the machine, poured, crawled back, held the mug up with both hands like an offering. The brother took it, then wrote $250 on Nolan’s left ass cheek in thick black Sharpie, a reminder for later. 

That happened eight more times. By the time the pot was empty, both thighs and both cheeks were covered in numbers ranging from $150 to $400. His skin looked like a receipt.

Two seniors finished eating, pushed their bowls aside, and crooked fingers at him. Nolan knew the signal. He crawled up onto the island countertop on his back, knees to chest. The granite was freezing against his sore ass.

The first guy spat on his hole twice and shoved his cock in raw. Nolan’s breath punched out of him. The kitchen kept talking fantasy football lineups while the guy railed him quick and dirty, hips slapping loud. Thirty seconds later he buried deep and unloaded with a grunt. He pulled out, wiped his dick on Nolan’s balls, and wrote PAID across the $300 he’d written earlier on Nolan’s thigh.

The second guy didn’t even wait for the cum to stop dripping. He just pushed in through the mess and fucked harder, using the first load as lube. Nolan’s caged cock slapped against his stomach with every thrust, leaking like a faucet. When the guy came, Nolan’s own orgasm hit without warning. Thick spurts shooting through the cage bars, splattering his abs and chest while half the kitchen laughed and filmed.

Someone tossed him a dirty dish towel. “Clean up, Ledger. You’re dripping jizz on the counter.”

After breakfast, Nolan was finally allowed to clean up since it was a school day. He thought he was safe once he got outside. House rules said he could wear clothes off property, but he had to walk naked to the public bathrooms at the end of Greek Row. He grabbed his backpack from the hall cubby and sprinted for the bathroom down the road. 

Halfway there, he realized the bag was too light. He unzipped it in panic. Empty. Someone had swapped it overnight.

Phones were already out. A sorority girl screamed and laughed. A lacrosse player jogged alongside him filming a video, shouting “Smile for the house story, Ledger!”

Nolan clutched the empty backpack to his crotch and ran. The cage bounced with every step, metal digging into his skin. Pre-cum flew in tiny droplets. By the time he made it back to the Delta Chi porch he was wheezing, red-faced, cock rock hard again and shining in the morning sun.

The front door was locked. A printed sign said: RING BELL FOR RE-ENTRY.

He rang. Rhys opened it wearing a smirk.

“Took you seven minutes to realize. That’s a hundred-dollar late fee.” He dragged Nolan inside by the cage and kicked the door shut.

He was given an outfit to wear and sent out the door to class. 

Once classes were over for the day, Nolan returned to the frat house where Rhys was waiting in the foyer as he walked in. “Strip here” he demanded. Nolan complied and took off the clothes and handed them to Rhys. 

The big screen TV displayed a Google Sheet titled NOLAN – CURRENT BALANCE: $10,940. Every row was a brother’s name and how much they’d “paid” so far.

Fifteen guys waited on the sectional, shorts already around ankles, cocks in hand. Someone had laid a yoga mat in the middle of the rug like a stage.

Nolan crawled to the center. The first guy grabbed his hair and shoved straight down his throat while two others lifted his hips so the next could slide into his ass. They set a brutal rhythm: one in his mouth, one in his hole, swapping every couple minutes.

Cum started leaking out of him early. By the sixth guy it was running down his thighs in thick streams. Someone shoved a thick black plug in to stop the waste. The base sat snug between his cheeks, keeping every load trapped.

They kept count out loud.

“Seven hundred off!”

“Four-fifty!”

“Another three!”

The whiteboard balance dropped fast: $10,300… $9,700… $8,900…

Nolan lost track of how many loads he took. His jaw ached. His hole burned. His cage was soaked, pre-cum pooling on the mat under his knees. Every time he thought they were done, another brother stepped up.

This continued until every last one of them had cum in or on him. Right on time for dinner. 

Nolan served dinner the same way: crawling from chair to chair with plates balanced on his back, plug still locked in place. Every time he bent over, the base shifted and pushed the cum deeper. His stomach audibly sloshed.

Rhys made him recite the balance after every plate.

“Current total, Ledger.”

“Eight thousand two hundred, sir.”

A junior laughed and added $500 for “talking with a full ass.” Rhys updated the sheet without comment.

Not much occurred after dinner. Most of the brothers had homework to do or were studying or had already gone to bed. Nolan relished now that the house was finally quiet and his holes were getting a break. That is until Rhys dragged him back to the chapter room by the cage, bent him over the same oak table where he signed his life away. The wood was cool against Nolan’s chest.

Rhys pulled the plug slow. A flood of cum poured out, running down Nolan’s balls and dripping off the cage in thick globs. Rhys caught some on his fingers and painted it across Nolan’s lips.

“Count for me,” he said, pushing in raw.

He fucked Nolan deep and steady, one hand on the back of his neck pinning him down, the other typing new charges into the Ledger app between thrusts.

“$500 entertainment fee. $200 storage fee. $300 for moaning like a whore during dinner.”

Nolan could only whimper. His cock throbbed uselessly in the cage, another hands-free orgasm building just from being used.

Rhys finished with a low growl, pumping one last load deep. He shoved a bigger steel plug in immediately (this one with a locking core). The click echoed.

Rhys wiped his dick on Nolan’s back, calm as ever.

“You’re learning fast, Ledger. New balance is $9,150. Tomorrow we open the alumni GroupMe. They pay double. Sleep tight.”

Nolan laid on the desk while he gathered his composure. His orgasm hadn’t come so his balls were aching so bad it hurt to walk. But he climbed the stairs to get to his room. When he got there, he left the lights off. He crawled to the dog bed, legs shaking, ass clenching around the new plug. Someone had Sharpied the updated total across his chest in block letters while he was getting fucked: $9,150.

He stared at it in the mirror, breathing hard, cage dripping a fresh string of pre-cum onto the floor.

Tomorrow the alumni GroupMe opened. He was fucked. Literally. And the worst part? His cock wouldn’t go soft no matter how many times he told it this was punishment.