Marcus stood in the middle of the Omega Kappa basement, sweat already soaking his tank top. The brothers circled him, all big black men with thick arms and hungry eyes. "Pledge, you want in? Then drop those shorts and show us what you got," barked Jamal, the president, his deep voice cutting through the dim light.
Marcus yanked down his shorts. His thick black cock sprang out, half-hard and heavy, balls hanging low. The guys hooted. Tyrone stepped up first, already pulling out his own fat dick, veins pulsing along the shaft. "On your knees, pledge. Suck this dick like you mean it."
Marcus dropped and opened wide. Tyrone shoved his cock straight in, stretching Marcus's lips. It tasted salty and musky, the head hitting the back of his throat quick. Marcus gagged but kept sucking, tongue working the underside while Tyrone pumped his hips. "Fuck yeah, take that black dick," Tyrone growled, grabbing Marcus's head and face-fucking him harder. Spit ran down Marcus's chin onto his chest.
Another brother, DeShawn, moved behind him.
Thick fingers spread Marcus's ass cheeks and rubbed spit over his tight hole. "This ass is prime," DeShawn said, then pressed the blunt head of his cock against it. He pushed in slow at first, then rammed deep once the ring gave way. Marcus moaned around Tyrone's dick as DeShawn's long shaft filled him, stretching his hole wide. The two brothers started rocking him between them, one cock in his mouth, one pounding his ass.
Marcus's own dick throbbed untouched, leaking onto the floor. Jamal watched, stroking his massive curved cock. "Flip him," he ordered. They pulled out, manhandled Marcus onto all fours on the old couch. Jamal lined up and slammed home in one thrust. His dick was the thickest, splitting Marcus open deeper than the others. Every stroke dragged against his prostate and made his balls tighten.
Tyrone slid under Marcus and fed his cock back into his mouth while DeShawn stood beside them, jerking off and slapping his dick against Marcus's face. The room filled with wet sounds, skin slapping skin, and low grunts. Jamal fucked like a machine, heavy balls smacking Marcus's ass with each thrust. "Take it, pledge. This is what Omega Kappa is about."
They switched again. DeShawn took Marcus's ass next, pounding him from behind while Jamal fed him his cock to clean. Marcus sucked his own ass taste off Jamal's shaft, eyes watering. Tyrone reached under and stroked Marcus's leaking dick in time with the thrusts. "Don't cum yet," Tyrone warned. "You cum when we say."
They kept him on edge for what felt like hours. Marcus got bent over the pool table, fucked standing against the wall, then laid on his back with legs spread wide while each brother took turns breeding his hole. Cum from the first loads leaked out around the next cocks sliding in. His ass felt sloppy and used, but he pushed back for more every time.
Finally Jamal pulled out, jacked his load across Marcus's face and open mouth. Tyrone followed, shooting thick ropes down his throat. DeShawn finished inside him, grinding deep as he pumped the last load into Marcus's guts. Marcus came untouched, his cock jerking and spraying white streaks across his own stomach while the brothers laughed and clapped.
Jamal wiped cum off Marcus's cheek with his thumb and pushed it into his mouth. "Welcome to Omega Kappa, brother. Now clean us up."
Marcus licked every cock clean, tasting the mix of sweat, cum, and his own ass. The brothers pulled him into a sweaty group hug, hands still groping his sore hole and spent dick. Outside, the house music started thumping again. Inside, Marcus knew this was only the first night of many raw sessions in the Omega Kappa basement.
