Kevan moved to intervene, but Roddy held up a hand to stop him. It wasn’t that he wanted to see Lance receive some cock and ball torture — although it was a little satisfying after how smug Lance had been about Roddy’s houseboy status all semester. But he knew the other brothers had to see Christian in this unhinged state.
“We weren’t–” whined Lance, the pain palpable in his voice, “we hadn’t even started fucking!”
“Then why was your pencil dick stiff as a board?” shot back Christian.
“I know you’ve never fucked a girl before,” Lance goaded, “but there’s this thing called forepl–YEOW!” Christian employed a wicked-looking twist on Lance’s scrotum, cutting him off.
“Lance, he literally has you by the balls,” Kevan called out, “shut the fuck up.”
Christian whipped his head around. “Well if it isn’t the whole damn gang. Come to see your friend’s voice go up an octave?”
Lance began crying out in pain again; he curled up as tight as he could under the weight of Christian pinning him down. Lance was so smooth and slinky compared to Christian that it looked like an otter trying to wrestle a fish from the river. Roddy’s stomach began to sink, afraid that they would have to intervene if Tony couldn’t get the upperclassmen together in time.
“Alright, Kev,” Roddy said in a low voice, “I think we have to–”
“Guys?” a familiar voice echoed down the hallway. It was Tony, just in time.
Roddy called out to let him know where they were, and a few seconds later, Tony rounded the corner with Kyle McLeod and a few of the other elected frat officers in tow. Apparently a few others had caught on to the fracas and came to watch as well, SPH brothers and KD sisters alike.
The small crowd filtered into what must have been Caroline’s room, Christian and Lance still locked in their naked struggle on the floor. The newcomers mostly watched dumbstruck, all a little drunk and unsure how to process what they were seeing.
After a few beats had passed, a woman’s voice came through from the hall: “Alright, what the fuck is going on?”
A tall, willowy blonde strode in, making her way effortlessly past the bumbling crowd. She had to have been at least six-foot-two, standing easily above most of the men in the room.
Kyle McLeod, interestingly, looked immediately sheepish and nervous around her. It was unlike the cocky, boisterous frat president Roddy had come to know.
“Hi, Mia,” Kyle stuttered, casting his gaze down.
“Kyle, care to explain why two of your pledges are fighting naked on the floor?”
Kyle huffed over to the boys and delivered a sharp, decisive blow to Christian’s own nuts with his sneaker. Christian’s vice-like grip on Lance slipped as he crumpled and cradled his crotch; Lance scurried away and stood sheepishly behind Roddy and Kevan, likewise nursing his aching cajones.
“Masters,” barked Kyle, “explain yourself.”
Christian straightened and stood up, seething and still slightly hunched from the pain in his groin. “Kennedy was about to fuck her,” he gestured at Caroline, looking in equal measure traumatized and annoyed on the bed.
“And?” Kyle pressed.
“She’s… she’s…” Christian stammered. “I’ve had a crush on her since high school and I know he knows it! I know Higgins must have told him, or something.” Christian was beet red. He just admitted his longest-held and deepest secret to a sizeable and growing group of bystanders. Roddy craned his neck to see several familiar faces in the hallway listening in, including Zach, Bobby, and Matty.
“So you called dibs?” asked one of the other SPH officers.
Christian nodded. “Yes…”
“Well,” said Kyle, his voice now cheerier. “that settles that, then! I knew there would have been a simple explanation. Kennedy, you violated dibs, and I think Masters’ reaction was pretty fair. But we’ll have to put you on probation for breaking the rules. You’re not allowed to come to the house or any frat-sponsored events for the rest of the semester. Including this one, so… get the fuck out of here.”
Roddy turned to look at Lance, who wore a devastated look on his face. Lance would never admit it, but as much as he complained about SPH, Lance did care deeply about his friends and brothers.
It all made Roddy feel so guilty — this wouldn’t have happened if Lance weren’t just trying to help him, literally putting his balls on the line to protect his friend’s dignity and freedom. Roddy thought back to the promise he had made to himself earlier in the night: the plan seemed to be failing, and he would have to quit the frat anyway to be free of Christian.
Roddy began to speak, prepared to take full responsibility and ask for Lance to be spared probation. “Wait, Kyl–”
“He’s lying!” Tony cut him off, pointing at Christian accusatorially with an indignant look on his face. “Christian never formally called dibs on her.”
“Yeah,” Kevan agreed. “This is the first I’m hearing of it.”
Christian was turning red with anger. “What’s it matter? If I called dibs while I was walking into this room he still would have had to listen!”
“But you didn’t,” Lance protested. “You just barged in, threw me to the ground, and started wailing on my nuts!”
Christian turned and punched the wall in anger; his hand bounced off and he howled, as the walls were made of cinderblock. Instead, to channel his rage, he ripped the pile of Lance’s clothes from off the ground and threw them out the window, into the dark landscaping below.
“What the hell?” Lance cried. “Those jeans cost like five hundred dollars!”
“Of course his friends are defending him!” Christian accused frantically. “It’s not like Roddy and Kevan have any reason to stick up for me.”
“Fine,” said Kyle, turning to the treasurer. “Go round up a few freshmen.”
“Wait!” called a voice from the group still in the hall. “A few freshmen are here!”
Into the room spilled Zach Wu, Bobby Lee, and Matty Carlisle. As the crowd shifted, Roddy saw that Oliver and Quinn were in the hallway as well.
“Definitely can confirm that Christian never announced dibs to the class,” Zach Wu announced to the room.
“Seconded,” said Bobby.
Kyle was looking annoyed. “Alright, so it was just roughhousing between brothers. Boys being boys.”
Simultaneously, all the women in earshot recoiled. Mia had been standing and silently observing, but this seemed to pull her back in. “Kyle, you always try to explain away your guys’ bad behavior. ‘Boys will be boys’ does not fly in my house.”
“Who the fuck are you, anyway?” asked Christian, dripping with malice.
She smirked. “Mia Marseilles, president of Kappa Delta.”
Christian turned sheet-white. “Oh.”
“Alright, fine,” Kyle conceded, exasperated, “Masters, you went berserk on your brother even though you didn’t call formal dibs. You’re on kitchen clean-up duty for the next month.”
“But wait,” Kevan continued. “Christian broke another rule tonight.”
“The fuck are you on about?” Christian protested.
Kevan took a deep breath, stepping forward to address the ever-growing crowd. “On the night we were inducted, Kyle told us that we were never to reveal another brother’s rank or cock size. He told us it was grounds for immediate expulsion and ‘further penalty.’ Well, as most of you saw, Christian forced Roddy to play strip poker and reveal his size to non-SPH members.”