And indeed, it seemed like things were going his way — Lily and Alyssa lost the next two rounds, losing their tops. The frat brothers in the crowd whooped as they removed their shirts, eliciting eye rolls from the girls.
The women had their turn to reciprocate as Kevan lost his shirt next, cheering as he stripped to reveal his well-defined pecs and abs. The neon pink waistband of Kevan’s underwear was peeking out of his jeans. Roddy clenched his fists, begging his little pecker not to stiffen.
It was Roddy’s turn to deal. He shuffled the cards, a little clumsily, but all the same dealt out around the table. He looked at his own cards — the two of spades and the three of hearts. Not a great start, but he figured he might be able to catch a straight.
He revealed the flop: two sevens and the four of diamonds. He needed the turn and river to be a five and a six, but Roddy was feeling lucky.
“So I have to ask,” said Lily. “What’s your mystery fourth piece of clothing?”
Roddy paused, unsure of how to answer. Before Christian could speak, Kevan mercifully cut in: “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“If we’re lucky,” assed Alyssa with a wink.
And indeed, luck wasn’t on Roddy’s side after all. The next two rounds revealed a queen and a third seven, leaving Roddy with a queen high to his name. He was dead last by far; Christian won the round with a four-of-a-kind, somehow holding the final seven in his hand. Roddy shod his shirt, leaving him with no margin for error. One more round lost would result in his exposure.
Now, everyone was tied, bare-chested all. Roddy felt embarrassed by the contrast of his smooth, definition-less figure next to Kevan’s etched musculature and Christian’s mane of coarse, manly body hair. His bare ass in the jockstrap began to sweat, his cheeks sticking to the plastic of the chair.
Fortunately, Christian lost the next round along with his pants. The crowd was treated to his pale, skinny legs and his plaid boxer shorts — his monstrous cock shamelessly poking out through the bottom of the left leg hole.
There were scattered gasps through the crowd; Lily’s jaw dropped open. Christian sat back down with a smirk. “A sneak peak,” he smarmed.
Roddy scanned the crowd but didn’t see Tony or Lance: a good sign. He turned his attention back to the game and was surprised to find himself winning with a full house. When everyone revealed their hands, Kevan came up short and was made to peel his joggers off. There was wolf-whistling in the crowd as his tight pink boxer briefs came into view, his own enormous hog barely concealed by the thin fabric. Roddy’s pulse began to quicken, beginning to fear the worst.
Thankfully, he was safe again the next round — and Christian in turn became the first at the table to wind up totally nude. He stood, smirking and hamming it up for the crowd. Slowly, he worked his thumbs into the worn waistband of his shorts and began to gently tug.
Finally, in a fell swoop, he dropped his underwear to his ankles and presented his manhood proudly to the crowd. There was awe among both sexes, some brothers who had not yet seen Christian’s massive cock staring agog with wonder and envy. He seemed to like the attention, his dick swelling just slightly as he took in the crowd’s admiration.
Roddy’s own dicklet began to stir too, well-trained by now at the sight of Christian’s schlong. He prayed he’d be able to keep his modesty now, chastity be damned.
And fortunately, Roddy survived another hand: Kevan was next to reveal the family jewels, his girthy cock impressing the crowd in equal measure.
“SPH boys sure are well-hung,” Alyssa remarked. Roddy cringed.
It was Roddy’s turn to deal again. He had gotten in the groove of it by now, shuffling and slinging the cards a little more smoothly. The only hindrances were his sweaty palms causing cards to stick to them, but his nerves were only getting worse the longer the game went on.
Kevan lost again, coming up short with a pair of two’s. He was already naked and thus owed a forfeit, and it was up to Roddy as dealer to decide what it would be. Roddy’s instinct was to go for something banal and gentle — a silly little dance, or a few bars of a song — but lust took over, his mind clouded from his days of teasing and denial.
“Your forfeit,” Roddy announced, “is to play with yourself and make yourself hard in front of the crowd.”
The audience was electrified. Kevan turned to his friend in disbelief. “Seriously?” he said.
Roddy shrugged, “Sorry, I panicked!”
Kevan stood up and faced the crowd, his meat swinging in front of his heavy balls. He grasped his cock, barely able to reach his fingers around his soft form, and began tugging. Soon Kevan’s dick began to grow; he leaned back, thrusting his hips forward and letting his left hand dangle by his side. His knees bent as he began to moan, gently caressing his hand across his enormous pecs. The women in the audience were aflutter, and the room was bouncing with echoes of “he’s so hot!” “so sexy!” “so big!”
Finally, Kevan reached full mast, his erection standing rigid and virile. To prove it to the crowd, he pulled his cock back against his stomach and let it rebound, bouncing temptingly as it returned to position. He sat back down in his stool, the height of which, coupled with the angle he had to sit at to accommodate his boner, made him present himself rather crudely to the crowd.
“I hate you,” he muttered to Roddy.
It was Alyssa’s turn to deal next. Roddy felt uneasy with his hand — the six of hearts and jack of clubs. Luckily he was spared with two jacks on the table, putting him in second for the round. It was Christian who lost, and Alyssa’s turn to think up a forfeit.
“I say,” she said, pausing and pondering her options for a second, “your forfeit is to give Higgins a handjob!”
Roddy immediately began to freak out. “Wait, that’s not fair, I’ll be technically totally stripped without actually losing!”
But his protests went ignored as everyone else in the room became more and more excited by the idea. Christian asked, “How long do I have to do it for? Until he, like, cums?”
“Ew, no,” said Alyssa, “how about just one minute?”
“Well, Roddy,” said Christian with a malicious grin, rising from his chair. “Today’s your lucky day.”
He lifted the chain off from the back of his neck, undoing the clasp and releasing the key from its hiding spot among Christian’s dense carpet of chest hair. Roddy’s body pulsed with adrenaline, dreading the thought of exposure but yearning for freedom from his cage. The sight of the key made his cock ache, only amplified by the visage of Kevan’s throbbing boner barely inches from his face. He decided to accept his fate and milk whatever last bit of pleasure he could from this mess.
Roddy stood, facing Christian. “Care to do the honors?” Christian asked, gesturing at the jockstrap.
Roddy took a deep breath and stripped completely nude, revealing his boy-sized, caged-up cocklet to a sea of his friends and classmates. There was a beat of awkward silence followed by immediate chatter and stifled laughter. “What the fuck is that?” someone asked their friend, too loudly. Roddy felt himself turn bright red.