Nude Ledger - Part 5

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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.

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A week after the Homecoming party, Nolan woke up on the dog bed in his old room with the cage sticky and his hole still twitching from whatever the boys had put him through the night before. Rhys was already there, coffee in hand, scrolling his phone.

“Get up. Prep week starts now. Parents Weekend is one of the biggest events we put on all year. The house has to look perfect.”

For the next seven days Nolan’s life turned into a routine that felt normal way too fast.

Mornings started at six. He crawled to the kitchen naked, tied on the tiny half-apron that covered nothing, and cooked breakfast for whoever was up. Eggs, bacon, protein shakes. Guys came down in gym shorts, grabbed plates, and bent him over the island while the bacon sizzled. Quick, quiet fucks, cum dumped deep and left to leak while he kept flipping eggs. Rhys walked through once and added a fee for the drying cum on the floor to the whiteboard in the hall, and kept moving.

Afternoons were cleaning crew. Nolan crawled room to room with a bucket and rag. Whoever was studying or gaming called him over, pushed him under a desk or against a bunk bed, and used him while they kept working. Mouth mostly, because it was faster and quieter. By the time he finished the third floor his jaw ached and his knees were raw, but his cage stayed soaked the whole time.

Evenings belonged to the officers with the chapter room door shut, separating them from the other brothers. They took turns on the same oak table where he signed the contract. Slow, thorough fucks while they talked about budgets and event plans. Nolan stayed bent over, plugged when they weren’t inside him, listening to them decide paint colors for the foyer like his ass wasn’t clenching around a fresh load.

His dad’s texts started on day two.

“Can’t wait to see the house again, son. Your mom’s excited too. Been telling all my old brothers we’re coming up.”

Nolan had to read every one out loud to Rhys. The first time he did it he was on his knees in the kitchen, mouth full of some junior’s cock. Rhys made him type back “Sounds great Dad! House is looking good” while the guy finished down his throat.

By day three the texts got more frequent.

“Bringing my old pledge paddle for the composite wall. Proud of you for following in my footsteps, buddy.”

Rhys read that one over Nolan’s shoulder while fucking him slow against the washing machine. He laughed quietly and made Nolan send a thumbs-up emoji.

Someone added Nolan’s dad to the alumni GroupMe on day four. Nolan didn’t know until that night.

The officers had him spread on the chapter table, wrists zip-tied to the legs. Rhys propped his phone up and screenshared the chat on the projector. Old photos of past Ledgers scrolled by first. Grainy shots from the 90s, guys bent over the same table, the punishments crueler looking. Then someone posted a fresh pic of Nolan from the Homecoming party, ass red, cum running down his thighs. Fire emojis flooded in. A 2005 grad wrote “Best one in years.”

Nolan’s dad stayed quiet for an hour. Then a single message popped up.

“Didn’t realize my son was a Ledger. That’s…kinda hot.”

The room lost it. Rhys paused mid-thrust, grinned huge, and made Nolan read the message out loud three times while he finished inside him.

Training started the next day.

Rhys called it “mascot practice.” Nolan had to stand naked in the foyer for two hours straight, hands laced behind his head, feet apart, cage on full display. Rhys walked him through it like a drill sergeant.

“Smile when someone comes in. Say ‘Welcome to Delta Chi’ clear and loud. No hiding the cage. Eyes up.”

Any slip (looking down, shifting weight, letting pre-cum drip on the welcome mat) meant ten swats with a paddle in front of whoever was watching and $100 added to his debt. By the end of the week Nolan could stand perfect for three hours, voice steady, cock straining the whole time.

Friday night before Parents Weekend the house threw a small closed party. Officers and five trusted local alumni only. They chained Nolan face-down on the chapter table again, plug pulled out slow so everything leaked onto the wood. Every guy who used him wrote something on his skin with Sharpie.

Property of Delta Chi

Legacy Load Deposit

Class of ’99 Approved

Rhys went last. He unlocked the cage for the first time in weeks. Nolan’s cock sprang out thick and angry, pre-cum already stringing to the table. Rhys edged him slow, fist tight, thumb swiping the head until Nolan was shaking and begging under his breath. Three edges, four, five. Then just as Nolan was about to cum, Rhys stopped, grabbed his dick at the base and squeezed hard. Cum slowly oozed out, but the interrupted orgasm meant no pleasure. 

He leaned down close.

“Tomorrow at 11 your dad’s tour slot starts. Like I said last week, you think he’ll drop a couple hundreds in the bowl when he sees what his legacy pledge turned into?”

Nolan could only whimper.

Rhys snapped the cage shut again, shoved a thick plug in to hold the night’s loads, and released him from the chains so he could crawl back his room. 

“Sleep tight, Ledger. Big day tomorrow.”

Nolan lay there in the dark, body aching, cage biting, heart hammering.

He couldn’t wait.