Nude Ledger - Part 4

All Characters Are 18+ And Consenting

Nolan stayed tied to the table in the dark, cock aching in the fresh cage, cum drying sticky on his skin, another set of footsteps already starting down the stairs.

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The day that everyone was looking forward to had finally arrived. The Homecoming Party. And Delta Chi was KNOWN for hosting the best parties on campus. 

The sun had barely dropped before Greek Row turned into a war zone of bass and brake lights. Delta Chi’s front lawn was already packed with bodies by 7:30. Someone had dragged two ten-foot speakers onto the porch and the windows rattled with Future and old-school Lil Wayne. Red cups rolled down the sidewalk like tumbleweeds. Every frat on the row had shown up, half the sororities, and a flood of non-Greek kids who just followed the noise and the promise of free jungle juice.

Inside, the house looked like a nightclub that had too much testosterone. Strobe lights somebody rigged in the foyer flashed red and blue across sweaty faces. The air was thick with weed, cheap cologne, and spilled vodka. A hand-painted banner hung over the front door in dripping red letters:

LEDGER OPEN – $50 A TURN – CASH ONLY

ALL PROCEEDS GO TO THE PARTY FUND

Two freshmen manned the door with a giant glass fishbowl already halfway full of crumpled bills.

Nolan was in the far corner of the living room, bolted down to a low padded bench the brothers had built just for this. Knees spread wide on the lower pads, wrists locked to the front legs, ass up and perfectly presented. The cage between his thighs swung heavy, the head poking out slick and purple. Someone had sharpied $50 = ANY HOLE across his lower back in huge block letters. A rolling whiteboard on wheels stood next to him with the current balance scrawled in red: $6,210

Rhys circled the room in a black blazer like he owned the night, a thick black strap-on dangling from two fingers. He had picked it up that afternoon “in case any of the girls wanted in on the fun.” Turned out a lot of them did.

The first hour was a blur of familiar faces. Frat guys from down the row, lacrosse players, a couple baseball dudes who heard the rumor and brought wads of twenties. Every fifty bucks got you five minutes, any hole, no condom. Cum dripped off the bench onto the floor in thick puddles. Nolan’s moans mixed with the music until they were just another beat.

That’s when Jake and Claire walked in.

Claire spotted Nolan strapped down in the corner, squealed, and ran over. She peeled three twenties off a fat roll, dropped them in the fishbowl, and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek.

“Babe, I bought you a present. Go have fun.”

Jake just grinned, shrugged like someone handed him another beer, and dropped his jeans right there in the middle of the crowd. His cock was already hard when he stepped up behind Nolan and pushed in raw. Claire grabbed the strap-on, adjusted the harness over her skirt, and sipped her drink while she waited her turn. Half the room didn’t even look over. The other half pulled out phones and threw extra bills.

Across the room eight brothers were locked into a screaming Call of Duty tournament on the 85” TV, headsets on, not moving an inch for anything. Tyler suddenly yelled over the music without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Ledger! Need you now!”

Rhys heard it, walked straight over, and unclipped Nolan’s wrists and knees. Jake had just cum and Claire hadn’t started yet, so he told them Nolan would be back since Delta Chi brothers had priority. Nolan’s legs almost gave out when he stood. Cum ran down his thighs in thick streams. Rhys slapped his sore ass once.

“Go be useful.”

Nolan dropped to all fours and crawled through the crowd. People stepped over him, ruffled his hair, flicked the cage. He reached the couch and Tyler finally glanced down, yanked his shorts open, and pulled out his soft cock.

“I gotta piss.”

Nolan sealed his lips around the head. Tyler relaxed and let go. Hot piss flooded his mouth in a hard, endless stream. Nolan swallowed fast, throat working, eyes watering from the burn, but he didn’t pull off once. The taste was sharp and filthy and perfect. His caged cock jerked so hard it slapped his stomach. He was shaking with how bad he needed more.

Tyler finished, shook the last drops onto Nolan’s tongue, and tucked himself away. Shane scooted over immediately.

“Me too, bitch.”

Nolan opened wide again. Shane pissed longer, groaning in relief while still hammering buttons. Nolan gulped every drop, some spilling over his chin and dripping onto his chest. His cage was soaked. He was so turned on his vision blurred.

Shane patted his cheek. “Good boy. Back to work.”

Nolan crawled away tasting piss and cum, hole clenching around nothing, cage swinging heavy between his legs. He wanted it to never end.

Later, when the pizza guy walked in with eight pizzas stacked to his chin, he stopped dead in the doorway. Twenty feet away Claire was pegging Nolan hard while a line of drunk sophomores waved fifties. The driver’s mouth actually fell open. Rhys counted out the pizza money, peeled off an extra fifty, and waved it.

“$59 buys you five minutes, man. You can use any hole.”

The driver set the boxes down, pushed his red polo up, dropped his work pants, and fed his cock into Nolan’s mouth like he’d been waiting his whole shift for this. He came in thirty seconds flat, pulled up his pants, grabbed the signed receipt, and walked out grinning.

By 2 a.m. the crowd started thinning. Nolan’s hole was wrecked, bright red and gaping, cum leaking in a constant river. Rhys unclipped him from the bench, turned the whiteboard around, and wrote the final numbers in red.

CASH IN PARTY FUND TONIGHT: $27,880

NEW LEDGER BALANCE: $12,410

Under it someone had taped a fresh flyer in bold marker:

REMINDER: PARENTS WEEKEND IS NEXT WEEK! 

Rhys tapped the paper with two fingers, “Parents Weekend,” he said, casual. “Biggest weekend of the year. We gotta have the place spotless, we’ll be hosting tours every hour as new parents arrive. So coffee station set up, beds made, all that proud-parent bullshit.”

He started to stand, then froze halfway, eyes narrowing like a memory just clicked.

“Hang on…if I remember right from rush week, you’re a legacy, yeah? Your old man was Delta Chi. Class of ’99 president right?”

Nolan swallowed, throat raw. “Yeah.”

Rhys’s grin turned slow and mean. He leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper only Nolan could hear.

“There was a Ledger that year, it’s in the books. So your dad knows exactly what this is. He sat in this same chapter room and watched someone sign the book back in the day. Just like his son did.”

He paused, let that settle, then brushed his lips against Nolan’s ear.

“You ever tell him his own son is the one paying it off this year?”

Nolan shook his head, barely a movement.

Rhys chuckled low, breath hot on Nolan’s skin.

“I wonder if Daddy’s gonna drop a couple hundreds in the party-fund bowl when he walks through that door and sees you bent over, caged, and leaking for the whole house.”

Nolan’s cock gave a hard, helpless jerk in the steel. A fresh bead of pre-cum rolled off the tip and splattered on the floor between his knees.

Rhys straightened up, ruffled Nolan’s sweaty hair like he was petting a dog, and walked off.

Nolan stayed on his knees, staring at the flyer, heart pounding so loud he could hear it over the music.

Two weeks until his parents found his deepest, darkest secret.