Nude Ledger - Part 1

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The fraternity’s chapter room door shut behind Nolan with a heavy click. Two juniors had marched him in barefoot, hands zip-tied behind his back “for dramatic effect,” they said. The zip ties were plastic and bit into his wrists. The room smelled like old leather, weed, and the faint bleach they used when somebody puked on formal night.

Seven exec board members sat in a half-circle on the raised benches. Frat president Rhys was in the middle, legs spread, black Ledger open on the table in front of him. The overhead light carved his face sharp. He looked bored, but his eyes stayed locked on Nolan the whole time.

Rhys started reading numbers like he was calling roll.

“Fall dues unpaid: $3,600. Spring formal bar tab: $2,400. Basement couch you pissed on sophomore year after St. Paddy’s: $1,200 replacement fee. Vandalism to the trophy case, the golf cart you rolled into the pond, the parking tickets you put on the house account.”

He flipped a page. “Total: $11,840. This gets settled tonight.”

Nolan tried to laugh it off. “I’m good for it, man. Give me two weeks and I’ll Venmo you everything.”

Rhys didn’t blink. “That’s not gonna cut it” he stated as he slid a single sheet of paper across the table. Thick cream paper, Delta Chi crest at the top, title in bold: NUDE LEDGER AGREEMENT.

Nolan’s stomach dropped. Everyone in the room knew the legend. The Nude Ledger was a way for the brothers to dial down their debt if it became too much. You were forced to be naked while inside the house and any of the brothers could use you however they wanted: chores, foot rubs, sex, anything. Every act takes money off your debt. Nobody had signed it since 2017.

Rhys tapped the signature line with one finger. “Sign it or you’re out of the house in thirty minutes and the cops get called for trespassing. We already packed your shit.”

Nolan’s mouth went dry. He looked around for any hint of a joke. Nobody smiled. One of the juniors cut the zip ties and handed him a pen. It felt heavy. His hands shook with anticipation. 

He took a deep breath and signed the contract.

The second the ink dried, hands grabbed him. His shirt was ripped straight down the front. Jeans yanked to his ankles so fast he almost tripped. The same junior with the knife sliced his black boxer-briefs off in two quick cuts, the shredded cotton falling to the floor. Nolan stood naked under the bright light, heart hammering against his ribs.

His cock hung soft, thick even when limp, cut, about five inches hanging over heavy balls. The head was a shade darker, flushed pink, the slit already shiny with a single bead of nervous precum. Cool air tightened his skin everywhere. Goosebumps ran down his thighs.

Rhys stood up slow, walked around the table, and stopped inches away. He held the steel chastity cage up between two fingers like he was showing off jewelry. It was small. Too small.

“Hands behind your head.” He instructed. 

Nolan obeyed. Rhys dropped to one knee, gripped Nolan’s balls in a firm fist, and tugged them down. The cold metal ring slipped behind them, tight. Nolan’s cock started to swell from the handling alone. Rhys squeezed once, hard, until the swelling stopped and the shaft shrank again. He worked the cage on, the bars pressing cold against sensitive skin. Nolan’s stopped breathing for a second when the lock clicked shut. The realization that this was actually happening finally setting in. 

Rhys gave the cage one testing tug that made Nolan’s knees buckle. Then he dropped the key on a thin chain around his own neck and tucked it under his shirt.

“Walk him through the house,” Rhys said. “Everyone gets to see the new Ledger.”

They paraded him out.

Into the living room first. Thirty guys on the couches, music thumping, Xbox paused. Multiple phones came up instantly, snapping pictures of the houses new bitch. Cheers, whistles, crude jokes. A senior reached out and flicked the cage so hard it swung. Another slapped his bare ass, the crack heard over the music.

“Ledger’s open, boys,” one of the juniors shouted. “Get your receipts ready.”

Into the kitchen next. The midnight drunk crowd was around the island doing shots. One guy poured tequila down Nolan’s chest just to watch it run over his abs and drip off the cage. Somebody else wrote LEDGER in huge letters across his stomach with a Sharpie.

They proceeded up the stairs slowly. Every landing meant stopping for the upperclassmen eagerly waiting with phones. Hands were everywhere: pinching his nipples, tugging the cage, spreading his cheeks to check he was still virgin-tight back there. By the time they reached the third floor his cock strained against the bars, fully hard now, almost seven inches crammed into a space built for half that. The head poked out purple and slick, precum smeared shiny across the metal.

His old room was gutted. Closet empty. Dresser gone. Even his bed was gone, replaced with a dog bed in the corner. The finishing touch? A stainless steel dog water bowl with NOLAN sharpied on the side in black. They had prepared for this. They knew he was going to sign it. 

Rhys stepped in alone and shut the door. “First payment happens tonight,” he said, voice flat. “Interest starts accruing tomorrow..”

Nolan’s mouth went dry. “How much is…whatever you’re about to do?”

“Two hundred.” Rhys unbuckled his belt, slow. “On your knees.”

Nolan dropped. Carpet scraped his skin. Rhys pulled out his cock already hard, thick, uncut, veins standing out. He gripped Nolan’s hair and fed it in without warning.

Nolan gagged, eyes watering, but opened wider. Rhys set a steady rhythm, hips barely moving, just enough to hit the back of Nolan’s throat on every stroke. Spit ran down Nolan’s chin, dripped onto his chest. The cage bobbed between his thighs, precum leaking in a steady string.

This went on for five minutes. His jaw started getting sore from the intrusion. Suddenly, Rhys pulled out, gripped himself, and came hard. Thick ropes striped across Nolan’s face, one shot over his left eye, another across his lips, the rest landing hot on his tongue and chin. A final spurt dripped off Rhys’s cock onto Nolan’s shoulder.

Rhys wiped his tip on Nolan’s cheek like he was cleaning a tool and zipped back up. 

“That’s $200 off your debt. You’re not allowed to clean the cum off till morning. Inspection is at six, so I’d say get to sleep, but I think a line is formed in the hallway. It’s gonna be a long night for you Brother Nolan.”

He walked out.

Nolan stayed on his knees, breathing hard, face sticky, cock throbbing so bad in the cage he could hear his pulse in his ears.

The door opened again almost immediately.

Senior linebacker Mason filled the doorway, already shirtless, gym shorts tented. He looked Nolan over slow, eyes lingering on the cum cooling on his face.

Nolan immediately parted his lips, tongue out, ready for what was to come.

Mason snorted. “Nah. Not here for your mouth tonight.” He spun one finger in the air. “Turn around. Get on your hands and knees. Show me what your $11,000 debt is about to get me.”

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.