“What do you mean ‘forced?'” asked Mia. Based on the very rule Kevan had just cited, none of the brothers dared answer her question. “Kyle — what do they mean by ‘forced?'”
Kyle shuffled uncomfortably. “I don’t ask you about secret KD traditions.”
“You’ll notice that none of my girls are naked or in pain,” Mia countered. “So you have no real reason to.”
Scanning around the room, Roddy was struck for the first time by how it all must look to an outsider. Kevan, Christian, Lance, and himself were all buck naked, Roddy in a cock cage and Christian and Lance with visibly swollen testicles. Thinking back on the events of the semester, it had always been Kyle being a hard-liner for the rules, dismissing valid concerns as a lack of dedication to the frat. Maybe Mia had the right idea — this was a breakdown in leadership.
“Christian is the Alpha of the frat,” spoke Roddy. It was the first time he’d really participated in the discussion, drawing everyone’s surprised attention. “Because he has the biggest dick in the freshman pledge class. And I’m the Omega because, well, look at mine. So SPH rules are that I have to do whatever he says, including play strip poker.”
“Fucking Higgins,” growled Kyle. “You want to be tossed out too?”
“Kyle…” began Mia, uncharacteristically quiet. She turned to face him, but he would not meet her gaze. “Freshman year…”
He began frantically shaking his head. “No, it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“Did you break up with me because some guy with a bigger dick told you to?” she practically shouted. “Is that what this ‘dibs’ shit is about?”
“You two?” asked Lance in disbelief, unable to stop being a smartass even in his current state.
Roddy felt the same, though — Mia looked like a supermodel and was unquestionably out of Kyle’s league.
“Childhood sweethearts,” Mia explained. “We had been together since seventh grade. And then he dumped me out of the blue, not one week after he got inducted into SPH.”
“This dibs stuff is fucked up,” agreed Caroline, still a little shell-shocked on the bed.
“It’s a century of tradition! Everyone loves the letter system,” Kyle insisted. “It helps us become better men, stronger men, more successful men!”
“I hate the letter system,” Kevan asserted. “And I benefit from it!”
“I do not benefit from it,” added Zach, “but also do not love it.”
Mia nodded along as other chimed in, expressing their displeasure with the ranking system. “Look, we play along when you do your little underwear march and stuff, but this is all too far.”
“You can’t report us,” pleaded Kyle.
“I can, but I won’t,” Mia promised. “But, if you don’t knock off the Alpha/Omega stuff, we’ll make our own rule at KD to never, ever, ever again fuck an SPH brother. Maybe even their own boyfriends, since you clearly don’t care about that either!”
There was an immediate din of protest from the boys who heard Mia’s threat. Without even using her hands, she had Kyle’s balls in a tighter grip than Christian had used on Lance.
“Fucking fine!” Kyle cried out, exasperated beyond limit. “Masters, tomorrow we’ll begin the process of removing you from SPH and next week we’ll figure out your penalty.”
“This is ridiculous! How do you know this wasn’t some scheme cooked up by Roddy and his friends? He was the only one who knew about Caroline.”
“That’s bullshit.” The speaker was Zach Wu, his one-time enemy. “Roddy has been the most dedicated houseboy. He might not always be happy about it, but he plays by the frat rules. Look at everything he’s done to stay in SPH.”
“Agreed,” added Bobby, sheepishly. “He’s always gone… above and beyond.”
Quinn called out from the hallway, “He’s way more fun to have around than Masters is. Guy gave me the creeps from Day One.”
“Can confirm that he is very fun,” echoed Oliver.
This show of support from his brothers made Roddy feel emotional. He stood a little taller and fought back a tear.
Mia concluded, “Well, it sounds like we have our answer. Christian, please leave the house and know you’re no longer welcome at any KD events.”
“The hell I will,” Christian protested. “I only joined this frat in the first place so I could be cooler and get Caroline to notice me. None of this is even my fault — if you all hadn’t given me so much power, this never would have happened!”
“You could have just been normal and hung out,” Roddy told him softly. “But you were so hell-bent on getting revenge at me for hooking up with Caroline — also, hi, Caroline, great to see you again — that you’ve thrown away your chance.”
“There never was a chance!” Caroline emphasized. “I always saw you watching me in the halls when we were in high school, Christian. I knew who you were, I knew you had a crush on me. Joining some dumb frat wouldn’t make up making me feel so uncomfortable.”
“Girl, you and I are going to talk restraining orders in the morning,” Mia added.
Christian looked like a man whose whole world had collapsed. “You fuckers are going to have to drag me out of here!”
And so they did. Two upperclassman linemen picked Christian up under either armpit and began marching him out of the room and down the stairs. The hallway was packed — clearly word had spread throughout the party of the bizarre confrontation upstairs. Everybody began filtering back downstairs, filling into the foyer and living room.
The men carrying Christian reached the front door, which Kyle opened for them. “One last thing,” he said. Kyle walked behind Christian and undid the clasp of the chain around his neck. “You won’t be needing this anymore.”
And with that, they threw the still-nude Christian out into the chill autumn night, big cock and all.
There were cheers as the door slammed shut. None were more hyped than Roddy’s friends: Kevan, Tony, and Lance leapt and whooped with joy.
“It worked, it fucking worked!” Kevan hissed, lest the others hear that it had indeed been a scheme all along.
Kyle had made his way over to Roddy’s group, holding the small key in his hand with a hesitant grin. “May I do the honors?” he asked.
Roddy just nodded. Kyle knelt in front of Roddy’s crotch and fiddled with the cheap, plastic lock for a moment before — click! It was the sweetest sound Roddy had ever heard.
“I, uh, should apologize,” said Kyle. “I guess I felt so guilty about Mia that I became a bit of a… frat fundamentalist.”
Roddy nodded; he couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. “You had to justify it to yourself, that the rules were there for a reason.”
“Yeah, exactly,” Kyle said, his head hanging low.
“Well,” Roddy conceded, “I did learn a lot about myself, and grow as a person.”
“Just not as a penis,” Lance added.
“Anyway,” finished Kyle. “Glad we’ll still have you around, Rodger.”
Rodger. Hearing his full man’s name sent a tingle down his spine. He was back; he was no longer the houseboy, no longer the Omega, no longer a chastity slave. He was just Rodger.
Tony ran upstairs to grab extra bedsheets for his friends. He helped them fashion togas to match his own and finally reclaim some modesty. They made their way back towards the living room to rejoin the party and cut loose at last. Before they made it in, though, they got intercepted by Lily.