Christian inserted the key into the lock that held his cage on. “What is he doing?” someone again asked in the crowd.
Roddy was almost trembling with anticipation. Finally — release!
Christian peeled off the front plate of the cage, the tormenter that had kept his dick pushed up inside him all this time. Roddy immediately sprang to his full glory, his hard-on a little shrunken for the moment thanks to its time in chastity. He was probably down a quarter inch or so, to three inches flat, the shortness accentuated by its distinctive upward curve.
Alyssa reached over and flicked his penis with her ring finger. “He is fully, one-hundred-percent rock hard and still that small!” she announced.
There was gleeful laughter from the crowd, with some people holding their thumb and forefinger up to further shame Roddy. “Look, he’s dripping precum!” someone pointed out.
At this newest humiliation, Roddy’s little cock throbbed wildly, bouncing about with a mind of its own. This delighted the crowd, resulting in a feedback loop of humiliation and arousal. Roddy didn’t know whether to hate Christian or to thank him. He had never felt so erotic before.
Finally, Christian sauntered back over to Roddy and unceremoniously spat a fat wad into his palm. He gracelessly slathered up Roddy’s prick with a flat hand, and once it was sufficiently lubed up, Christian grabbed it with his index finger and thumb and began stroking up and down the short length of Roddy’s shaft with amazing speed.
With everything Roddy had been through — the cage, the vibrator, the edging, the denial — not to mention Kevan and Christian fully nude right in front of him — he knew he didn’t have it in him to last. A full minute was out of the question.
Hardly ten seconds had passed before Roddy’s knees buckled, his legs trembling, primal moans squeaking out of his throat. His nuts squeezed up tightly against him, his dick tautly erect and ready to shoot. Roddy tensed up, grunting and thrusting himself into Christian’s grip.
“Oh my god,” Alyssa observed, “is he going to cum?”
Christian sneered. “Oh, hell no!” and recoiled from Roddy with exaggerated disgust.
Roddy could only stare down in dismay as his cock bobbed, shooting thick loads of everything he had built up over so many hours of misery and arousal that past week. He couldn’t bring himself to stroke himself in front of the crowd, despite everything, and so was left with yet another ruined orgasm. The surge of adrenaline and lust gave way to abject horror — his humiliation had been for naught; Christian had once again stolen another climax from him.
“Dude,” Kevan announced, rather loudly, making pointed eye contact, “you didn’t even last thirty seconds!” Small revenge for his own forfeit, Roddy knew.
More laughter from the crowd, but this time, Roddy’s soft little cock sat limp. Christian came back over to Roddy, holding up the cage.
“What are you doing?” Roddy asked, stifling a stammer.
Christian grinned devilishly. “You still have two rounds left before you have to get naked! You said so yourself just a minute ago.”
Roddy knew better than to protest as Christian pulled his junk through the base ring of the cock cage again. He watched as the Barbie-pink disk that kept his dick pinned down met flush with the channel for the lock, and took a deep breath as Christian sealed him in once again. Now, he was determined to lose two more hands and win back his penis. He slid his jockstrap back on and rejoined the table, wiping up the cum he’d splattered in front of himself with his discarded tank top.
“I have so many questions,” said Alyssa. “How long have you been in that thing?”
“Too long,” Roddy quipped. “It’s Christian’s turn to deal.”
Of course, the “bets” in this game were entirely symbolic — the real stakes were their clothes — so Roddy had no way to throw the game. He could only watch the cards on the table turn over each round and hope he’d come out with the worst hand.
Unfortunately, this time Alyssa lost, shedding her jeans and giving the eager boys in the crowd a good look at her ass. She lost the round after that as well, becoming the third fully-stripped player of the night and revealing her small, milky-white boobs. Kevan’s erection, which had settled to half-mast, perked back up again as Alyssa settled in across from him.
“Looks like it’s between you two,” said Christian, gesturing towards Roddy and Lily.
Lily smirked and bantered, “You’re going down, baby-dick.” This elicited ‘oohs’ from around the room, but they didn’t know Roddy was on her side on that one.
And, to Roddy’s delight, he came dead last in the next hand. This time, it didn’t even bother him to strip off his jockstrap and flash his caged nub to the crowd again. He’d learned from his experiences these past few weeks that often, it was best to just own his humiliations. He grabbed his bundled-up package and shook it at the crowd with bravado, oscillating to give everyone a good look, daring them to make more comments.
It was Roddy’s turn to deal once more, his heart pounding out of his chest. His manhood was in these cards. He was so focused on his hand, and the mental calculus of estimating his odds of losing, that he was wholly unprepared for Christian to lose the hand. Roddy, as dealer, had to think up a forfeit.
On the one hand, this was like a gift from above: Roddy knew the social pressure of the situation would outweigh their internal frat dynamics. He could finally exact on Christian a fraction of the humiliation that he had wrought on Roddy. But on the other hand, if things went south tonight, he knew Christian would exact punishment for a forfeit he felt was unfair.
But Roddy had an idea in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t shake. “Alright, Christian,” he decided, “your forfeit is to eat me out. Rim me, right here, right now.”
The crowd immediately lit up. “Oh ho!” someone called out. “Damn!” said another. It was the perfect power reversal: Christian serving Roddy for once.
Christian stood, a stern and foreboding expression on his face. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked, a threat.
Roddy just nodded eagerly.
“Well, get up on the table then.”
Roddy did as he was told and climbed onto the plastic tabletop. He was perpendicular to the crowd, giving them a view in profile of the impending anilingus. Kevan and the girls cleared off the cards as Christian positioned himself behind Roddy, staring point-blank at his ready asshole.
“For how long?” Christian asked.
“For as long as I say,” Roddy snapped back, becoming impatient.
Christian set to work, initially hesitant. The tip of his tongue made a few cautious dips into Roddy’s colon, before he finally relented and slid the whole of it in. Christian’s tongue was thick and stiff, lashing its way up inside of Roddy arrhythmically. Soon, he settled into a groove, working Roddy’s guts with gusto.
For his part, Roddy was ecstatic. Waves of warm pleasure radiated throughout his undercarriage. He relished Christian’s eager lapping; the more Christian seemed to get into it, the more Roddy got turned on. The crowd was eating it all up, egging them both on and whooping each time Roddy let out a moan or Christian slurped greedily.