Chapter 2
by 
StoriesByTroy
What's next?
Grinding on Brother Jace's Lap
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All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.
Part 2: Sitting on Jace's Lap
Jace didn’t move. He just watched me, cool and cocky, like this was exactly how he expected tonight to go.
I hesitated a beat longer. Then I lowered myself onto his lap. Practically climbed on to it. His thighs were thick. Hard. His arm shifted behind my back, not quite touching me, but there...like a warning. His breath was warm at my neck. My ass rested on his jeans. I could feel my heart pounding through the fabric of the thong.
A couple of the brothers whistled.
I could feel my face burn.
“Now that you’re seated comfortably…” Chase stood in front of the TV and turned the volume down, drawing all eyes to him. “Let me give you a briefing.”
My skin prickled. Jace’s chest rose behind me.
“You'll receive one task each day for all seven days of Hell Week.” Chase said. “Complete all of them, and you’ll earn your place in Alpha Zeta Rho. Fail, and..well, we don’t keep quitters around.”
I nodded once, unsure if I was allowed to speak.
Chase gave me a slow, unreadable smile. “We only test one pledge at a time. More intimate that way.”
“Lucky us,” Lucas muttered, tossing popcorn into his mouth.
“And we’re counting on you, Troy,” Chase continued. “You’re Jace’s pick. So don’t let him down.”
That surprised me.
Jace’s pick?
I turned slightly to look at him, but his expression gave away nothing.
That’s when Brett stood up. Broad, cocky, carved like a statue. “Alright, pledge. First task.”
The room went quiet. Brett crossed his arms and grinned. “You have to make Brother Jace hard.”
I blinked. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
“If you succeed,” Chase said smoothly, “you get to sleep in your bed tonight.”
Lucas chuckled from the floor. “Otherwise, you sleep outside. In the cold.”
The room erupted in quiet laughter. No one seemed surprised. No one looked away. This was planned.
I looked at Jace again, searching for a hint of discomfort, of anything, but all he did was shrug like this was above his pay grade. “I jerked off a while ago, so it'll be difficult to get me hard again,” he said, deadpan. “But… good luck, pledge.”
"I'll try my best sir."
Then I adjusted myself..just slightly. I leaned back. Rolled my hips once, twice. Let the curve of my ass press fully against his crotch.
The whole room watched. No one spoke.
So I went slower. Hips gliding left, then right. A subtle grind. A little tease. A slow, lazy twerk right on top of his bulge.
From across the room, Chase gave a low chuckle. “That’s it, pledge. You’re doing it.”
"Such a good boy", Joshua added.
I glanced at Jace, who was watching me through his lashes now, a muscle ticking in his jaw. I grabbed both his wrists and placed them on my waist.... bold.. maybe, reckless...., but he didn’t stop me. He gripped tighter. And I started grinding properly. Back and forth. Side to side. Up and down. Moving like I knew what I was doing.
There.
A twitch. I felt it. Right under me. His cock stirred once. Then again. And then he was swelling, slow and unmistakable, pushing against the zipper of his cargo shorts.
I bit my lip and kept going. Pressed harder. Dragged myself across the length of his cock like it was a game I’d already won.
Laughter broke from the corner. “Shit,” someone said. “He knows what he’s doing.”
I didn’t stop until I was sure of it.
He was hard now. Fully, obviously hard.
“Fuck, Jace is hard already,” Brett groaned. “You’re not even trying to hide it.”
Jace’s fingers dug tighter into my hips. “Good job, pledge,” Chase said, voice smooth and low. “That was impressive.”
I stood up slowly and smiled, dizzy from the rush. “So... Task one: complete.”
“Don’t be so happy now,” Chase warned. “This was the easiest one.”
I straightened a little, still breathless. “I’ll complete them all, sir.”
Jace smirked and gave my ass a sharp smack. “Go to bed. Tomorrow’s gonna be fun.”
I made my way back upstairs, heart racing, cock half-hard.
When I dropped onto the mattress, I stared at the ceiling, a grin plastered across my face. I replayed it again and again. The way he twitched under me. The grip on my hips. That last smack before I walked away. I couldn’t believe how easy it had been to get him hard. I couldn’t believe how wet I still was from the grind.
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Eventually, my eyes started to drift shut.
Maybe ten minutes passed. Maybe twenty.
I heard something. A soft creak. Movement near the door. I didn’t look. I kept still, let my breathing stay slow and shallow, like I was already asleep.
Another creak...this time, closer. The pillow on my bed shifted behind me.
Weight. A body. Heat. A warm hand slid across my ass, slow and firm, fingers brushing the thin strap of my thong.
Then a whisper. “You got me hard,” the voice said, low and rough. “But who’s gonna take care of it now, pledge?”
I turned. It was Brother Jace. He stared down at me, smirking, one hand still on my ass. The other slid lower, gripping the curve of me with purpose.
“C’mon now, Troy,” he said, voice thicker now. “This is my personal task for you.”
He gave my ass a tight, claiming squeeze.
“Finish what you started, pledge”