The pleasure only grew and grew; this time, with Christian out of command, there was no one to cut the stimulation short. Roddy felt that familiar welling sensation deep inside him, the pressure on his prostate making him feel like he needed to pee. But he pushed past it, saying nothing and letting Christian continue his handiwork.
Roddy was lost in the low thud of the bass, the soothing rhythm of the lights, the warm and wet feeling of Christian’s tongue. He let himself fall into the rising feeling of intense arousal that seemed to be overtaking him completely.
All at once, Roddy began to tremble, his joints becoming like jelly. An orgasm unlike anything he’d ever experienced ripped through his body. He cried out and crumpled onto the table, shaking with raw, fiery pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss made his entire body seize. To his surprise, there was no wetness down below; he hadn’t ejaculated at all, and in fact, his cocklet was completely soft. He’d had a completely dry, full-body orgasm.
As Roddy came back to reality, he was suddenly painfully aware of the crowd staring at him with gaping, shocked expressions. No one had expected to end up watching someone writhe in uncontrollable pleasure when the game started.
“Greek life rules!” cried out one lad, but no one joined in with him.
Awkwardly, Roddy slid off the table and back onto the ground. He grabbed the deck of cards and passed it to Alyssa. “Anyway, next round!”
Lily wound up losing the next two rounds in a row, stripping to reveal her hourglass figure and enormous tits and melting every frat boy’s mind in the process. Under different circumstances, Roddy would have been dismayed. He’d won the poker game — but he’d lost the chance at his cock’s release. He’d be locked up for another month.
But instead he remained in a daze, still shaken and light-headed from the experience of his first prostate orgasm. He couldn’t find it in him to care that it had all gone wrong. He finally had what he’d been desperate for, non-stop, for days on end: relief.
The crowd cheered and began to dissolve as people returned to chatting and dancing. The players themselves gathered up the cards and started putting the folding chairs away. Lily and Alyssa began redressing, but the boys were surprised to find someone had nicked all their clothes when they weren’t looking.
“It was probably one of our brothers,” grumbled Kevan. “Getting real sick of these friendly pranks.”
“You get used to it,” Roddy shrugged, finding himself once again trapped in a Greek house, nude and in a cock cage. Only this time, Christian and Kevan would remain naked as well as a constant comparison. Roddy sighed, lamenting his meager manhood, as much as he had come to accept himself over these past few weeks.
Christian strode over to where Roddy and Kevan were standing. “Bet you’re feeling really proud of yourself, huh?”
“I’m feeling pretty good, yeah,” he replied.
“I’ve already come up with like, three ways to punish you for that,” Christian sneered. “I think a few hours hooked up to a milking machine will teach you a lesson.”
“What the fuck is a milking machine?” Kevan asked.
Before Christian could describe the apparatus, Tony burst out from the throng and waddled up to the three nude men. For his part, he was wrapped in a toga and covered in glitter and lipstick smears.
“Where have you been?” asked Roddy.
Tony beamed. “Having the time of my fucking life with these chicks. Everyone loves the funny fat guy in a toga!”
“Fucking hell,” groaned Christian. “This slob gets more action than me? It’s not fair.”
“It’s not just me,” Tony said, shooting a pointed look at Kevan and Roddy. “Lance just headed upstairs with one of hottest girls at this party. Beautiful shiny brown hair, rocking body — actually, Rod, I think it’s the same girl you hooked up with during O-week!”
In Christian’s undressed form, Roddy was able to watch as every single muscle in his body tensed up in anger and jealousy. “Caroline?” Christian asked through a snarl.
“Yeah!” Tony exclaimed. “That’s exactly right, thank you. Caroline.”
“Upstairs, you said?” Christian muttered, but he didn’t wait around for confirmation. With a forceful shove, he moved Tony out of the way and started pushing through the crown towards the hallway.
Roddy swiftly turned to huddle up with his friends. “I can’t believe it’s really happening. I can’t believe Lance pulled it off!”
“I can’t believe she went for him,” Kevan agreed.
“Alright,” Roddy continued. “Kevan, come with me upstairs. We need to make sure Christian doesn’t do too much damage. Tony, you go round up Kyle and as many upperclassmen as you can convince to come up.”
“Um, what about your clothes?” Tony blushed as he stared down at Kevan’s cock and Roddy’s cage.
Roddy shrugged. “We’ll deal with that later. We have to capitalize on this.”
With that, Roddy led the way as he maneuvered through the crowd. He pushed past friends chatting in tight circles, around random pairs making out or dry humping, and through at least one brewing fight between two over-served SPH boys.
Finally, he emerged into the hallway and maneuvered to the base of the stairs. He turned around but didn’t see Kevan behind him; after a few beats, his friend burst out from the living room as well, his big cock a little swollen.
“Sorry,” he panted, “I ran into a very eager KD sister who was making a very convincing argument of why I should sneak off with her.”
Roddy grinned. “You’re getting used to the forced-nudist lifestyle.”
“Listen, I’ve never had any qualms about being seen naked,” said Kevan, a rare boast. “But I do prefer to have some control over it.”
“I think it’s the lack of control that I find so exciting,” Roddy admitted.
Kevan shrugged. “Different strokes.”
“Sometimes literally,” he agreed. “Alright, it’s time.”
They made their way up the stairs — the KD house was only two stories but had a much more efficient use of space than the centuries-old SPH manor. The bedrooms were all furnished like dorms and accommodated far more students.
However, the dense dorm-style living made it difficult to find the room Lance and Caroline had snuck off too. Roddy and Kevan interrupted two different couples mid-fuck as they poked their heads into rooms that seemed occupied.
But they didn’t have to poke around in the dark for long — they heard a loud thud from a room all the way at the end of the hallway and around a small bend. It would have been the last place they looked. The boys ran down the hall and around the corner, and found one room with its door wide open and light blaring out into the corridor.
Framed by the doorway was a scene that wouldn’t have been out of place on Greek pottery or in a Renaissance painting. On the ground were Christian and Lance, their long bodies tortuously intertwined, Christian’s large mitt holding Lance’s gonads in a vice grip. Caroline was on the bed, still fully clothed, her hands clasping her mouth.
“You motherfucker,” Christian yelled, sounding unhinged. “I’m going to fucking sterilize you right here, right now.”