A gay sex stories: The Rush Ch. 05: Climax
Roddy couldn’t think straight. Every nerve in his body was on fire with pure, unadulterated arousal. His little nub was as erect as it could get in its flat, pink cage, painfully straining against the plastic. His colon felt horrifically empty without Christian’s massive cock inside of it, and he yearned for someone — anyone — to bend him over and finish the job. Roddy had never reached such levels of blue balls before; he was ready to blow.
Suddenly, he found himself back downstairs — his feet had mindlessly taken him back from Christian’s room. Kevan, Tony, and Lance were huddled in a corner in the living room, talking in frantic whispers. Roddy sidled up next to them; his friends made a conscious effort not to look down at his obvious, albeit restrained, boner.
“Lance was just debriefing us,” Tony explained.
“Christian came down here with his big ol’ cock at full mast,” Kevan recounted, “and asked if anyone wanted to come watch him ‘split the houseboy in half.'”
Roddy felt himself grow red. Looking down, he saw that his chest and part of his belly were blushing, too. Full-body humiliation. His impossibly hard cock pulsed. “He offered to fuck me. I said yes, because…”
He trailed off. Why had he said yes? It wasn’t necessarily about getting to climax, as the alternative was to get his cage removed. Roddy began to realize the dark genius behind Christian’s latest mind game. There was no good reason for Roddy to have accepted. But his mind — and libido — had become warped from his days in chastity, with a vibrating butt plug edging him every night. Of course he had come to crave cock.
But he still had no idea what to say to his friends.
“Hey, man…” Tony broke the silence, shuffling awkwardly. “It’s okay if you just wanted to get dicked down by some horse-hung weirdo. You don’t have to justify yourself to us.”
Roddy felt a rush of emotions — Tony’s words almost made tears well in his eyes.
“Yeah, so you like dudes,” Lance rolled his eyes. “No one cares.”
“But it’s more than liking dudes,” Roddy pressed. “I liked… all this! Everything that’s happening to me has made me hornier and hornier.”
Tony shrugged. “If I was forced to discover and then live out my kinks in public…”
“We’d all be doomed,” Kevan joked, getting a big laugh from the rest of the guys.
“Tony’s right, for once,” Lance added. “You’re into whatever you’re into; it’s not your fault you have to share it with the rest of us. But it is Christian’s fault, and now we definitely have to take him down tonight.”
Roddy nodded. “Christian said he was going to take my cage off at the party tonight. Whenever he and I go off to do that, you can make your move.”
“But we have to time it right,” Kevan reiterated. “He has to see it for this to work.”
“If this even works,” Lance muttered.
“Sigma Rho Eta! Sigma Rho Eta! SPH! SPH!” a voice boomed through the first floor. “Brothers! It’s time to move out and go get some hot Kappa Delta ass!”
Roddy turned to face his friends, “Well, I guess it’s now or never.”
He darted off to grab his clothes from the entryway and get dressed before he left. On his way there, he bumped into Oliver. Oliver was wearing a tight, graphic tee and baggy cargo shorts that hung delectably below his waist, revealing the plaid waistband of his boxers.
Roddy felt a well of sadness wash over him. He’d had real chemistry with Oliver, but Christian had used his power as the class Alpha to ban Roddy from fucking Oliver. Christian’s rule over their fellow pledges only lasted for their freshman year, but Oliver was a senior. He’d never get the chance to really pursue things there.
“Heard you put on quite the show,” Oliver said with a grin, no trace of jealousy or criticism in his voice. “I can’t believe you took a cock that big!”
“Well,” Roddy retorted, “I learned from the best.” Roddy noticed Oliver’s chest hair poking out from his shirt collar, further strengthening Roddy’s never-ending erection as he pictured Oliver’s strong, hairy little naked body.
Suddenly, Oliver’s expression became more serious. “I just want to remind you… quitting is an option, you know? You could drop the frat, get your dick unlocked, escape Christian… maybe even come by and fuck me again…”
Roddy was surprised — Oliver had always seemed rather committed to SPH and its rules. After all, he’d been an eager participant the day Roddy was locked in chastity. He mumbled a half-baked excuse to Oliver, but internally, he made a decision. If their plan didn’t work tonight, he would drop the frat, even though it meant dishonoring his family’s male legacy and losing out on all the benefits and connections afforded by SPH.
Back in the foyer, Roddy went over towards the nook where his clothes were stashed — only to find them missing. Next to his phone, wallet, and keys were instead a ribbed white tank top and a classic white cotton jockstrap. Roddy’s heart began to race. It could have been any of the brothers who’d done this, but the message was clear: this was the outfit he would have to wear to the sorority party.
The tank top was at least two sizes too small — it didn’t reach even reach his belly button, and caused his midsection to pudge out beneath the hem. The jock fit fine around the waist, but he didn’t come close to filling out the pouch; the extra fabric hung limply, clearly revealing his lack of manhood. The outfit had the added humiliation of highlighting how every inch of his body had been shaved bare.
The other brothers started filtering into the foyer as the group headed out for the party. Roddy was greeted with whoops and hollers, and more than a few sharp slaps to his bare bottom.
“Dude, what are you wearing?” Tony asked once Roddy’s friends had caught up with him. They exited the frat house, the brisk fall air making Roddy’s nipples stand at full attention and tent the thin, tight fabric of his tank top.
Roddy was shuffling uncomfortably, the pain of the impossibly small cage against his unwavering hard-on making it difficult to walk with a confident stride.
“Hey, look,” someone called from behind them, “Masters fucked the houseboy so hard he’s walking funny!”
Roddy didn’t bother to protest — in fact, he felt fine after taking Christian’s enormous tool, as if he’d been riding cock for years. But the jeers did have the effect of strengthening his little boner, serving to make him walk even more stiltedly.
“My guy,” Kevan insisted, “are you really going to go to the party like this?”
Roddy shrugged. “The plan only works if I’m there to distract him. If we do it right…”
“I’ll never have to see that blindingly pale ass of yours again,” Kevan finished.
***
The Kappa Delta sorority house was newer and nicer than the SPH mansion, although it lacked the grand and historic aura of some of the other buildings on Greek Row. It was also considerably cleaner and smelled nicer, although Roddy figured that would not last after a night with his frat brothers wreaking havoc.
The frat boys filtered in like a tidal wave, most making a beeline for the folding table with the drinks, while others set quickly to work flirting with the KD girls. Roddy made quite a splash with the women, who giggled at his skimpy outfit and ambushed him with candid photos. Unable to change his predicament, he decided to be a good sport, posing and flexing for the pictures with the girls.