Zach was frozen in the twilight. He was caught flat footed, a look of surprise in his eyes and his lips stuck on an unspoken word, while his hair whipped across his marble expression from strong gusts before an evening storm.
He was just outside the library, and people mostly passed him by without a second glance. But some noticed.
First was a pack of Phi Psi brothers, who worked Zach's backpack off his shoulder and emptied it in front of him, his papers blowing away in the wind, and they laughed as they sauntered along.
A couple professors gave Zach sideways glances before they walked on, shaking their heads in either bemusement or contempt.
Sara stumbled upon him, and to her delight she could move Zach's lips and eyebrows like putty into whatever expression she wanted. When she was satisfied with her attempt at a Jim Carey impression she left Zach with a laugh and a kiss on the cheek.
Dion found him as it was growing dark. Dion grinned as he stared into Zach's unblinking eyes, then he glanced around. Not seeing anyone nearby Dion gripped Zach's soft dick in his jeans, and leaned in to kiss Zach's frozen but pliant lips, his tongue flitting against Zach's teeth. He laughed as he pulled away, and brushed Zach's flowing hair out of his eyes and behind his ear. He gave Zach a final, gentle kiss on the lips, before he slapped Zach's ass and continued on.
Zach couldn't see Nick walk behind him, but he knew he was there.
A couple minutes later Sean ran across the quad and came to a stop in front of Zach. Sean put his hands on his hips and caught his breath as he stared at Zach's predicament.
"You're fucking ridiculous, you know that?" Sean finally barked out, unable to hold back a grin, "Come on then, spread 'em."
Still solid as a rock from the waist up, Zach spread his legs wide enough for Sean to crawl between them on his hands and knees. As Sean stood back up Zach was already stretching his arms and back and laughing brightly.
"Thanks for that," Zach said as he cracked his neck, "Was there for a good 20 minutes."
"You realize you're the only one who does that, right? It's like you're supposed to be stuck in place, you don't have to actually freeze," Sean said, picking up the books and notes that hadn't blown away and helping Zach get them in his backpack.
"They shouldn't call it freeze tag then," Zach said. It was their pledge event for the week, if a brother tagged them anywhere on campus they were stuck until one of their pledge brothers found them and crawled between their legs to unfreeze them. For obvious reasons, Zach had taken to it a bit more enthusiastically than the rest of the pledge class. "Did D send you?"
"Yeah, but I was already on my way. Sara texted me and--"
"Me," Jake said, suddenly appearing at their side and grabbing Zach in a headlock. "How the hell you doing buddy, I never see you any more," Jake gave Zach a noogie till he pulled free and, smiling, pushed Jake away.
"You're telling me, dude, with crunch time for the play and you starting wrestling--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jake interrupted, "As if you're not spending all your free time with D. I get it, it's fine, what's a good friend compared to a little action."
Zach blushed, cause even though Jake said it jokingly they both knew it was true. And he'd been missing his big bear of a friend.
"I don't know, sounds like your free time's been pretty full up," Sean said coyly, "You've been spending it with Sara."
"Don't get me started on you Mr. Swiss Cheese," Jake said gesturing to Sean's gauge, "You've been nearly as bad and you're not even getting any."
"Are you, though?" Zach asked, grinning at Jake. It was his turn to blush.
"First of all, that's none of your business," Jake said, holding back a smile, "Second, I'm not spending any more time with Sara, you fuckers have just dropped out of our foursome."
"Seems to me you've gotten further with the twosome," Sean laughed.
"And how's it going playing third wheel huh?" Jake threw back at him, a bit of bite to his sarcasm.
"Oh, rimshot!" Sean yelled, smiling wider to cover the sting. Part of the reason he and Zach both loved Jake was his bluntness, but the cost was that he could hit a little too close to the mark.
"Alright, you're right, I've been putting the hoe before the bros," Zach said, eager to change the topic, "Let's make up for it, we can grab some food and then like go for a walk or play games or something, my night's wide open."
"Sweet, let's do it," Jake said clapping his hands.
"You guys have fun," Sean said, the smile still plastered to his face turning terrible as he forced it to stay, "Not trying to be a third wheel or anything." He turned on his heel and walked away.
"Sean!"
"Dude, come on, I didn't mean--"
But Sean kept walking and Zach and Jake were left alone.
"My fucking mouth dude," Jake spit as he hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, "Big baby. I'm sorry I shouldn't--"
"Let's just...get something to eat," Zach said quietly, as he watched Sean disappear into the night.
Jake was sullen and stabbing his potatoes aggressively as he and Zach ate alone in a secluded corner of the cafeteria.
"You have something you want to say," Zach said matter of factly as Jake speared one so hard it almost sounded like he'd cracked his plate.
Jake let his fork clatter on the plate and looked up at Zach, almost distraught, "What're you doing, dude?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. He's fucking nuts for you, it's not right to lead him on."
Zach stared coldly back at Jake, "Is that what you think I'm doing?"
"No, I don't know what you're fucking doing, that's why I fucking asked you what you're doing," Jake said not flinching in the least from Zach's glare. His earnest concern melted Zach's resolve and Zach buried his face in his hands.
"I don't fucking know, Jake. I just have no idea."
"Well then talk me through it," Jake said, reaching over the table to put a hand on Zach's shoulder, "See if we can put eyes on it at least."
"I mean we...it's....he's my best friend. What am I supposed to do? Not spend time with him?"
"Not kiss him at least."
Zach blushed hard and looked down at his feet. It had been a little over a week since Sean had joined in on Zach's edging session, but they'd steadfastly not mentioned it to each other. "He told you about that?"
"Not that he meant to. It slipped out when I had a talk with him about torturing himself."
"I wasn't totally in control that night," Zach said, ashamed. "And Dion was in a bad place."
"I'd say. Not very big brotherly to dangle you in front of Sean, dude. Like some kind of weird power move."
"That's not what he did."
"Wasn't it?"
"No," Zach said with finality, remembering.
Zach had woken up all at once in Dion's arms. He felt like he'd slept for years, but he quickly remembered what had happened before he passed out. He pulled himself upright and looked at Dion's bedside clock, horrified to see it was nearly noon. He must've been asleep by 10. It was too late to take it back.
"Morning," Dion said, gently rubbing Zach's leg. When he noticed Zach looking at the clock he said, "Don't worry, it's Friday, you don't got lit till 2. I just skipped German."
Zach collapsed back into the bed and buried his face against Dion's chest, trying to have the familiar warmth and smell and touch calm him down so he wasn't overwhelmed by regret. He hadn't known regret for awhile, not since he'd been able to turn back time.
"What's wrong?" Dion asked, rubbing Zach's back as he felt Zach cling to him.
"We shouldn't have done that," Zach croaked.
"You too, huh?" Dion said sadly, gently running his hands through Zach's hair. "I'm sorry. I was drunk, I thought you guys were enjoying it."
Suddenly Zach was angry and he pulled away from Dion, sitting up next to him but looking down at his own feet, "Enjoying it isn't the problem, the problem is Sean's my friend and I don't want him to stop being my friend because he can't be more than that."
"Can't he?"
"What?!" Zach turned furiously on Dion, but it dissipated immediately as he realized Dion looked to be on the verge of tears.
"I know you guys like each other," Dion said haltingly, "I mean we only ever hooked up at first cause you two had a fight. And then he didn't come out till after we were dating. But now...why shouldn't you be with him? He's a better person than me. I'm a fucking scumbag."
"D," Zach said soothingly, his concerns about Sean forgotten as he wiped a tear off Dion's cheek, "That's not true. Why would you think that?"
"It is though," Dion said, "You know how I was with the other guys I've been with. You know what I did to Ka--" but his voice broke on Katrina's name and he pressed his fingers to his eyes to try to hold back the tears.
Zach moved close to Dion's side and wrapped his arms around him, "I'm sorry. I should've...I know it's still really raw. You were together such a long time. But Dion, it doesn't make you a bad person. It just didn't work out."
"Ha," Dion laughed hollowly, "That's exactly what Sean said."
"Because it's the truth."
"'The truth,'" Dion said contemplatively, drying his eyes before looking deep into Zach's, "Do you remember our first kiss?"
"Of course."
"You know how Kat dared us to? She knew I thought you were cute, but neither of us thought...the truth is, Zach, I thought you'd have that with Sean. And I'd get what Kat got. Front row seats to your next relationship."
Dion looked utterly defeated, but Zach began to feel angry again.
"Is that what you wanted then? Dump me off on Sean so you could feel like some fucking karmic martyr?"
"No, I just...I know how you feel about him and--"
"No, you obviously don't know shit about how I feel about Sean or you if you think--"
"I know you're hiding something from me, Zach."
The blunt statement stopped Zach in his tracks. An immense feeling of guilt drained the blood from his face, and seeing him unable to speak Dion continued, "Yeah. Ever since that night at the cabin, we talked about secrets and you looked like your dog died. And sometimes...I can just tell. Like I'll ask what you're thinking or what you did today and...there's just this hesitation. Or you'll look sad for a second. And I figure what else could it be? What else but somebody else, or regret about us, or--"
Suddenly Zach grabbed Dion by the back of the neck and pulled him into a kiss. At first Dion feebly tried to pull away, but Zach wouldn't let go. His lips were insistent, demanding, trying to give form to all the feelings he couldn't put to words. Slowly Dion gave into them, and then he was kissing back, his fears and insecurities melting away in their passion for each other.
Eventually Zach stopped kissing him, but he kept his face close and looked deep into Dion's eyes, "D, I have never regretted us. Not for one fucking second. I wouldn't trade you for anybody else in the world. And don't get me wrong, I love Sean, he's an amazing friend and yeah, I admit it, I am attracted to him, but...he's not you. You're the coolest guy I've ever known. And you're sweet and funny and caring and you're so hot I can hardly stand it...I've never felt more complete than when I'm with you. I fucking love you. That's the truth, alright, nothing and nobody could take away from that. So please, please don't doubt it again or you'll break my heart."
Dion bit his lip as he couldn't hold back a smile, "I'm sorry I ever did. You know I love you too, right? More than I've ever loved anybody." And the way Dion looked at him Zach knew he meant it. Zach nodded his head and Dion's face glowed from his smile as he pulled Zach into another kiss. But it didn't last long before Dion stopped and a shadow fell over his face, "But if it's not...what's your secret, Zach?"
Zach's eyes filled with tears and he couldn't meet Dion's gaze. He so desperately wanted to tell him, wanted someone to share this most extraordinary power with. But all he could think of was the way Dave's face had transformed with greed and fury, and he knew he couldn't bear seeing Dion like that. "I can't tell you."
"Why? There's nothing you could say that could make me love you any less. You tell me you killed somebody and I'm helping hide the body."
"I just...I can't, ok? I promise it doesn't have anything to do with you or Sean or anybody, it's...it's just something I have to deal with. I can't share it. And I get if you can't accept that, it's shitty of me to keep it from you, but I--I just..." and as Zach started sputtering and tears ran down his face Dion wrapped his arms around Zach and pulled him to his chest.
"It's alright," Dion whispered as he stroked Zach's hair, "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. Just know I'll be there for you if you change your mind."
"Well, either way it's no good, dude," Jake said, pulling Zach back to the present, "Sean's not even trying to get with any other guys now, just hanging out with you two."
"Yeah, his big and his best friend, what's the problem with that? We haven't done anything besides that one night, we just have a good time together," Zach said, "And his last hookup didn't go great, he's allowed to take a break from the dating game." Jake looked ready to fire back, but Zach was tired of the topic, "But come on, how's it going with Sara?"
That got Jake's mind off Sean and he tried to hold back a smile, "It's like I said, we're just hanging out."
"She already told me, dude."
Jake's face lit up, "She did? She told me not to tell anyone, and like you especially."
"With that fucking mouth of yours, can you blame her?"
"She's been enjoying this fucking mouth, thank you very much."
"And how bout you? Enjoying the benefits of friends with benefits?"
"You know it. Like that pussy was made for me, Zach, and when I hit it just right she sounds like a--"
"I really, really don't need the details,"Zach laughed. There was a distant but loud rumble of thunder. "We should get heading out before it starts coming down," Zach said.
They made their way towards the exit, but as they were about to head out the door they were forced to wait by a long stream of SAE pledges coming inside.
"Well where the fuck is he?" One of them, a brown haired lineman looking dude, said to no one in particular.
"No fucking idea, all I know is we're the ones who are gonna pay for it," a tall and thin black kid answered.
"He will too when we find him," a short and scruffy guy said, his voice thick with menace.
No, he won't, Zach thought, smiling. Zach had been surprised at how his own day had gone, but he knew exactly how their day was going. They were on their 5th go round after all, and if everything went according to plan this one would stick. Zach was pretty sure he'd worked out the kinks. It had gone well enough till now.
"Don't they always sound miserable?" Jake asked as they finally made their way outside.
"You would be too if you had to pledge for those assholes," Zach said, and looked at the sky, "We better run, it's gonna start pouring any minute." 2 minutes actually. And it was going to be a fucking doozy. The timing couldn't be better though. Like even Zeus wanted to help out with Nick's last load.
"1"
Nick had stared at his phone the better part of a day and a night since he'd gotten this last text from Master. After two months of having his dick locked up, of taking loads in his ass or down his throat every day, of never knowing what sick games Master would throw at him, he was almost, finally free. It almost felt too good to be true. Although some small part of him was a little disappointed. After all, the last 50 or so loads hadn't been too bad. Though he'd never admit it to himself or anyone else, Nick had actually grown to enjoy his routine with his little.
Nick heard the expected knock on his door. He pocketed his phone and answered it, unable to hold back his smile as he opened the door and Pat walked in like he owned the place.
Pat was definitely the hottest of this year's pledge class. After Nick, maybe the hottest guy in the frat. He was 6' of pure muscle, his almost black hair styled in a short, tight fade.
"Sup big bro," Pat said grinning as Nick closed the door behind him. As he walked past him Nick felt weak at the knees as Pat's cologne wafted over him. He'd taken to wearing way too much for their morning visits, but by now Nick had grown to like it.
"Sup squirt," Nick said, trying to come off indifferent but he couldn't totally mask his affection. They'd grown close. Closer than Nick had with his big anyway. Not even including their morning ritual.
Without preamble Pat took his usual seat at Nick's desk and turned the chair around as he stripped off his shirt. "Give her a nice view, right?" Pat winked at Nick as Nick grabbed the blindfold and handcuffs from his bedside drawer, trying not to openly stare at Pat's tanned, chiseled and smooth chest.
"Is this still the last one?" Pat asked.
"Yep," Nick said, "She's worried about midterms, has to take a break." But when Nick saw Pat's open look of disappointment he added, "But maybe she'll be up for it like later, you know? Just not this daily thing." Nick was shocked the words had even come out of his mouth. He didn't want to do this shit again, did he? He was only doing it cause he had to, cause some sick fuck was forcing him too. But when he saw Pat's eyes light up at the possibility Nick felt his dick straining against its cage.
"Did she...did she say anything to you about yesterday?"
Nick bit his tongue before he curtly said, "No," and got behind Pat to cuff his hands behind the chair.
Nick still wasn't sure how he felt about their second to last session. It had started like any other, him sucking Pat as best he could as Pat talked dirty to him, and it didn't take long for Pat's dick to jump and start pumping his load into Nick's eager mouth.
"Fuckkkk baby, you're so fucking good to me," Pat had moaned as Nick's tongue swirled around his dickhead, making his whole body shiver. Nick kept sucking him as he grew soft, while he slowly worked the small dildo he'd gotten against his own prostate. "Yeah, play with yourself while you taste that jizz, cum for me," Pat cooed, hearing the sounds of Nick fucking his own hole. It wasn't long after Pat shot his load that Nick's caged dick squirted between Pat's legs. The prostate orgasms had been a lifesaver. Nick didn't know what he'd have done if he hadn't been able to shoot at all the last two months.
Nick pulled off Pat's dick with a final suck, and got to his feet, but before he could turn to leave the room Pat called out, almost desperately, "Wait!"
Nick stopped and stared at the bound and blindfolded freshman, his soft dick resting against his leg. Hearing his mystery sucker hadn't left Pat said, "Please, I just want to see you. Just for a second."
Nick's stomach churned and he bit his lip as he started walking towards the door. At the sound of his footsteps Pat cried out, "No, don't go. Please. I won't tell anyone, I swear. I don't even care what you look like, I just want to see your face. I want to know who you are. Even if you're like ugly or...even if you're a boy, I don't fucking care."
The last made Nick pause. He guessed it made sense Pat would think his mystery girl could be a boy. It wasn't a secret Nick batted for both teams after all. May make more sense some closet case would want to give anonymous blowjobs than some closet slut. But in the end it didn't really matter. Pat couldn't know it was Nick. Who the fuck knew what he may do, and if the rest of the frat found out...Nick couldn't even bear thinking about it. As Pat said, "Wait, please!" Nick turned the handle and walked out of the room.
Probably for the best we're almost done, don't need him getting any more attached, Nick thought as he put the blindfold on Pat for the last time. The first few days he'd sucked Pat he'd just wrapped his head with an old shirt, but Nick had been paranoid he may be able to work it off. He instead ordered a heavy duty sleeping mask that completely blotted out his vision, and no matter how he scrunched up his face he wasn't able to get it off, or even adjust it to sneak a peak underneath.
"Enjoy it squirt," Nick said, slapping Pat on the shoulder, "I'll send her in."
"We may be a bit bro," Pat grinned, "I jacked off before I got here, wanted to make her work for the last one."
Nick's dick pulsed against his cage, "I'm sure she'll appreciate it." Nick clomped out of the room. He tried to make it sound as different as possible when Pat knew it was him walking across the cheap tile floor.
Like he always did, Nick walked down to the bathroom and waited about two minutes, making sure there were no brothers nearby as he walked back into the room. After he quietly shut and locked the door behind him Nick tiptoed over to Pat.
"Hey baby," Pat said, smiling seductively but mostly looking silly with the huge blindfold on, "How's my little cock slut?"
Nick unzipped his pants and took them off before he knelt between Pat's legs. He let his hands roam Pat's strong, thick thighs, up towards his crotch, his dick already tenting his jeans. Nick felt his own dick pushing the cage and his balls up and away from his body, painful but hot.
"Yeah you need it don't you," Pat said as Nick's hands started rubbing against his hard on. Nick started unbuttoning Pat's jeans, but when he tried to pull them off Pat raised his legs to stop him.
"No," Pat said, grinning, "Kiss me first."
Nick blushed. He tried to take Pat's pants down again but Pat wouldn't let him, "Nuh uh, you won't let me see you, fine, but I'll be fucking damned if I don't get a taste of that sexy little mouth."
Frustrated but excited, Nick let go of Pat's jeans and stood up. He briefly stroked his face to make sure it was smooth enough, didn't need to prove Pat's guess he was a boy right. He felt pre drip down his balls as he leaned down to Pat's full pink lips.
As soon as their lips touched Pat's latched to Nick's. The freshman's tongue invaded his mouth and Nick gave into it, drunk on the smell of Pat's cologne and turned on by Pat's passion as he pushed against the chair, straining against the handcuffs to take as much of Nick in his mouth as he could.
After maybe 30 seconds Nick pulled back, loving the way Pat leaned forward trying to find his lips again.
"Oh my fucking god, you taste so good," Pat moaned as he realized Nick had stopped, "I could kiss you all fucking day, baby. Come on, just a little more."
But Nick was back on his knees, smiling as he went for Pat's pants again.
"Alright," Pat said raising his ass and letting Nick pull them down, "My little cockslut's hungry aren't you."
As Nick pulled down Pat's jeans and briefs his dick sprung back against Pat's belly, sticking to it with a thin stream of pre.
"Lick my balls," Pat commanded, and Nick immediately buried his face in them, his tongue flicking between them as Nick savored the salty, manly flavor.
"Good fucking girl," Pat moaned, "Suck on them."
Nick pulled one into his mouth, letting his tongue run all around it as his cheeks sucked against it.
"Both of them."
Nick pulled the second one in too, stuffing his mouth with Pat's balls and taking in the sight of Pat's beautiful, thick 6" cut dick set against his perfect body.
"You want that dick, don't you bitch?" Pat said huskily, biting his lip as he threw back his head, "Tell me you want it."
"Mhmm," Nick mumbled in as high a pitch as he could while still gargling Pat's balls.
"Fucking take it then, choke yourself on it," Pat demanded.
Nick let the balls plop from his mouth and took Pat's dick in hand before taking it to the hilt and down his throat. It was nowhere near as big as Zach's, it wasn't even that big compared to some of Pat's pledge brothers from what he could tell in the showers, but it was just long enough that Nick gagged a little as the head pushed into his throat. Not that Nick cared as he took in the scent of Pat's pubes and the taste of his pre on his tongue.
Nick found a rhythm and started bobbing up and down on Pat's dick, Pat occasionally thrusting in time with him. With one hand Nick fondled Pat's balls, while the other slipped between his legs and he started to finger himself. Meanwhile Pat kept up the dirty talk, alternatively praising Nick as a good girl and denigrating him as a needy little cocksucker.
Nick sucked for a long time. Pat wasn't kidding when he'd said he'd have to work for it. Nick felt sweat drip from his brow, and Pat's muscled torso had a nice sheen of sweat as he looked up at it. As he kept pounding his own prostate Nick slowly felt his own balls rise, and as if in time he felt Pat's dick pulse.
"Fuck, baby, I'm getting close," Pat breathed. Nick redoubled his efforts, slipping another finger inside himself as he closed his eyes and picked up his speed. He didn't see the blindfold silently fall off Pat's face.
"Nick?! What the FUCK dude!"
Nick couldn't even react before he felt Pat's foot connect with his chest as Pat kicked him away. With one hand deep inside his ass and the other formerly caressing Pat's balls Nick couldn't save himself from tumbling across the room.
He quickly recovered though and pulled himself to his feet, seeing Pat furiously struggle against his handcuffs as he tried to pull himself out of the chair.
"Get me the fuck out of these things bro," Pat huffed as he strained.
Nick walked over to him, saying, "Pat, just calm down, I can expl--"
"LET ME THE FUCK OUT," Pat bellowed.
Nick quickly got behind him and undid the handcuffs, letting Pat jump to his feet. "Just listen to me bro, I didn't mean--"
But Pat ignored him. He quickly pulled his jeans back up, struggling to tuck away his still hard dick, but the second he did he left the room without giving Nick a second glance, slamming the door behind him.
Nick sank onto the ground his heart racing. What the fuck was he going to do? What was Pat going to do? He'd been so fucking close, how did he--
Nick saw the blindfold laying on the ground beside his chair. He picked it up and saw the elastic strap had been snipped neatly in two. Then he heard his phone buzz on his bedside table. Tremulously, he stood and went to pick it up. He'd gotten a new text.
Master: The perils of catfishing, huh? Don't worry, I'll handle the last one.
Nick gulped and immediately tried to text back no, that he could find someone, but it wouldn't deliver. He tried to download Grindr, figuring if he got a load before Master did whatever he planned to do maybe he wouldn't. But every time he downloaded the app it deleted itself. Nick heard a pounding on his door.
"Yo, everything ok in there?" It was Kyle, the SAE president.
"It's fine," Nick said, quickly standing up and putting his pants back on. He ran over to the door and threw it open.
"What was up with the shouting?" Kyle asked, seeing Nick look uncharacteristically sheepish. Or maybe characteristically. The last couple months Nick had almost seemed a different person than the brash, cocky kid Kyle had known the last two years.
"Nothing, I, uh, stubbed my toe," Nick said, hating the lie as soon as it was out of his mouth.
"...Alright dude," Kyle said skeptically, "We better get going to euro soon."
"Yeah, just let me get my shit together," Nick said as he abruptly shut the door in Kyle's face. He buried his face in his hands and bit his lip hard to hold back a scream. What the fuck was he in for?
Nick's day was terribly stressful. Not only was he worried that at any moment Master could teleport him to some new motel horror, but he was also worried about what Pat was going to do. Every time Kyle checked his phone in class Nick's throat tightened, and after class every time he saw a brother around campus he thought maybe they knew.
But nothing happened. Master seemed content with letting him go about his day, and his frat brothers didn't treat him any different than usual. Nick tried texting Pat, but he went unanswered. A part of him just wished the shoe would drop, that almost anything would be better than this tension. But it didn't, and as the day passed by Nick went to the football stadium for practice with severe trepidation.
He immediately felt better when he walked through the door to the locker room and felt his cock cage suddenly disappear. It was the only request Master had granted Nick, that he didn't have to wear it during practice or games. Nick was glad Master hadn't changed his mind today. Nick had half expected he would.
In fact nothing was different about the locker room today, except Pat's absence. Only Nick noticed though, at least until they went onto the field and his pledge brothers started asking nervously if anybody knew where he was.
"You have any idea Nick?" Ben, Pat's friend asked.
"Just cause he's my little doesn't make him my problem," Nick answered harshly as he adjusted his shoulder pads and distanced himself from the freshmen, who were getting increasingly worried--they knew there was collective punishment for a pledge's unexcused absence from practice.
But Coach Jim came out to the field, and the talking ceased. He ordered them into some push-ups and while they counted them off he did a headcount. After they'd done 30 he ordered them to stand.
"Where's our backup QB?" the Coach asked loudly. He wasn't happy with the silence for an answer. Neither was Stefan, this year's Pledge Master, who started glaring at the pledges when he realized Pat was missing. Between the coach and Stefan Nick wasn't sure who the pledges were more afraid of just then.
"We're 4 days out from one of the biggest games of the season, and you're telling me no one knows where our backup quarterback is?" Coach Jim barked out furious, "What kind of team is this? You know what, give me 10 laps while you think about it."
The team groaned as they started running, each lap a quarter mile long. As they ran the pledges paled hearing the upperclassmen curse about it. Nick wasn't feeling too hot either.
Practice was rough. The season hadn't been going well, and Coach Jim was brutal running through the plays, yelling in players' faces and making them run laps till they puked when they fucked up. When Nick missed a throw straight through his hands he had to do 100 pushups on the sideline, his arms feeling like deadweights by the time he was done.
When they finished practice everyone was tired and pissed off. They went to the locker rooms, and after a final tongue lashing from Coach Jim he left them to shower and change. Before they could though, Stefan stood up on a bench and shouted, "Pledges, lineup!"
2 months into pledging the freshmen were quick to fall in line.
"Where is your fucking pledge brother?" Stefan demanded. When he was met by silence he added, "I swear to Christ, if I don't get a fucking answer--"
"He wasn't in calc today, pledge master!" Ben yelled out, "And he didn't answer any of my texts."
"When was the last time somebody saw him?" Stefan asked.
For a moment Nick was worried someone had seen him leave the house this morning in a fury, but only Tony spoke up, saying he'd seen him walking across campus sometime that afternoon.
"You fuckers are supposed to be keeping your brothers accountable," Stefan yelled, "Because you didn't there will be consequences. You'll find out what they are as soon as you find your missing brother. I'd try to find him fucking quick if I were you, it's gonna be worse the longer it takes."
With that warning the team started getting undressed. Nick worked off his pads and his cleats, then stripped off his tight pants. But just as his thumb slipped into the band of his jockstrap Nick felt a familiar tightness around his dick. He blanched.
"Dude, you're not getting dressed right now, are you? We fucking reek," James, another Junior, asked as Nick went to put on his pair of jeans. James' own dick was hanging low for all the world to see, not that anyone but Nick thought anything of it.
"I, uh, have to go see this chick," Nick mumbled as he stepped into one pants leg.
"The one that made you shave your ass and pubes?" James asked grinning.
"That's the one," Nick said.
"When you gonna bring her around?"
"I told you dude, she's 29 she doesn't have time for college kid shit."
"Just college kid dick apparently," Kyle butted in, apparently overhearing their conversation. "If she wants you smooth like that she's not gonna want you stinking. You'll make the frat look bad bro, come on, rinse off at least."
"Fuck you dude, you don't know what she--"
But before he could finish Kyle yelled out "Hose him down!" Immediately nearby guys grabbed Nick's arms, and another couple grabbed his legs. It was a common bit of rough housing for the SAE guys. Usually reserved for a brother who was insufficiently hygienic and needed a lesson, but occasionally for laughs on some unfortunate pledge. They stripped the target and used a hose that was in the showers to hose them down if they got too dirty. The hose was always freezing.
Nick put up more of a fight than guys usually did, but he couldn't do much when a couple lineman got in to help hold him in place. The guys were laughing and jeering, but when they stripped off Nick's jockstrap they slowly went quiet, and the guys holding him let go.
"What the fuck's on your dick, bro?" Kyle asked, staring at Nick's chastity cage.
Nick's face turned a red so deep it was almost purple, "I fuckin told you, dude, she's into kinky shit."
There was an uncomfortably long silence before finally Kyle started laughing, "This is the worst fucking case of pussy whipped I've ever seen."
The rest of the guys laughed along with him, pointing and jeering at Nick's cage. Nick felt ready to die, but he tried to sound as angry as he could and said "Fuck you, bro."
"As if you could," Kyle immediately threw back, getting another howl of laughter from the guys, "Clean yourself off, pussy boy. We've all seen your clit cage, I'm guessing that's why you didn't want to shower."
Before Nick could think of a reply, Kyle walked away, still laughing. 2 months ago Nick would've sucker punched anybody that talked to him like that. But he hadn't been wearing a chastity cage 2 months ago. So instead of lashing out, Nick meekly ignored the taunts and jokes from the rest of the guys as he followed them into the showers.
Nick went under the nearest shower head and made the water as hot as he could. Slowly his cock cage stopped being the center of conversation and the guys went back to talking about chicks or sports or where the fuck Pat was. Nick was relieved. He had thought it would be a disaster, but then now that he thought about it some more, why should it be? He'd seen plenty of other brothers do way more embarrassing shit, and he'd laughed along with everyone else, but they would move on. Maybe some ball busting over it, but that was just what brothers did right?
Nick was finally starting to calm down in the heat of the shower and started lathering himself with soap when some movement caught his eye. Khalid, the sophomore standing next to him, started getting hard, his thick circumcised dick pulling away from his body. Then Mark, the lineman on his other side, quickly proving himself a grower. Nick blushed fiercely and started looking straight at the wall ahead of him.
"God damn," Kyle said, "Like they put viagra in the water."
Nick glanced around and realized the whole team was getting hard, over 2 dozen dicks sticking out like flagpoles. His own dick started to press against its cage.
"What the fuck, bro," Stefan said, pushing his own impressive 7"s down against his leg, "I'm not even fucking horny right now, just like my dick decided it needed some sun."
"You know what I bet it is," Kyle said, "It's like when chicks live together long enough they start getting their periods at the same time. Same shit, but boners."
The guys laughed about it, some of them waving their dicks around, others slapping other guys' dicks. They got quieter as their dicks got harder though. Some of them started dripping pre, or even feel like they were about to shoot. Kyle grabbing Nick by the shoulder brought them back to attention though.
"Let's see, did you get your money's worth?" He asked and when Nick turned to face him the room burst into laughter at Nick's dick straining against its cage.
Nick felt ready to crawl into a hole. Rather than respond to Kyle he went to set his bar of soap down on the ledge for it under the shower head, but as he did it slipped through his fingers.
"Oh come on dude, little on the nose for a pussy boy to be dropping the soap isn't it?" Kyle said, staring at Nick's blushing face as his free 8" cock pointed at Nick's own caged nub.
"Fuck you bro," Nick muttered and he tried to walk past Kyle, but Kyle put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back.
"Pick up your shit," Kyle demanded. The showers had gone quiet as everyone watched the confrontation.
For a moment Nick considered fighting him. He didn't like the way Kyle was looking at him, some mixture of contempt and...anger maybe. But Nick knew he wouldn't stand a chance against Kyle, the senior had 3"s and 30 pounds on him. Nick tried to stare Kyle down instead, but Nick lost that pretty quick. So, defeated, he knelt down and picked up the bar of soap, feeling the eyes of the guys around him on his ass as if they'd been groping him.
"There, you fucking happy? Douche," Nick said as he set the soap down and again tried to walk past Kyle. This time Kyle didn't push him back, but he didn't move either and made Nick slide past him, Nick feeling Kyle's dick brush his side.
As soon as Nick was past him and walking out of the shower Kyle said, "Nice job keeping it clean bro," and slapped Nick's ass. Not the hard, quick smack they'd usually do on the field or in the locker room, but a meaty one, one where Nick could feel his fingers briefly press into his flesh.
Nick didn't respond, he stuck his head down and kept walking out, desperately avoiding staring at the lineup of hard dicks pointing at him, or the eyes of his brothers following him out of the shower. But even in his peripheral vision he saw a lot of them had that same look Kyle had. And instinctively he realized it wasn't anger in their faces, but hunger. They were looking at him like prey.
Nick dressed and left the lockers before anyone else had even left the showers. He knew he needed to get out of there.
Practice went late, and by the time he left the sun was setting and clouds were rolling in. It smelled like a storm was coming.
Nick headed towards the library, hoping to find somebody he could blow in the fourth floor bathroom. He slowed down as in the distance he saw Zach and Dion by the front steps. Dion was kissing Zach and he even grabbed his dick, but for some reason Zach was just standing there not moving. With a smack on the ass Dion left Zach, and started walking straight in Nick's direction.
Dion steadfastly avoided even looking at Nick, but before Nick knew he'd opened his mouth he said, "Sup, Dion."
"Nick," Dion said warily, coming to a stop. They'd briefly been friends their freshman year. They hadn't exactly stopped being friends on good terms, the SAE and Sig Chi brothers were open about their mutual animosity.
Nick nodded towards Zach, "You guys dating or something?"
"Yeah. What about it?" Dion asked aggressively, expecting an insult.
"Nothing, just curious, dude," Nick said, adjusting his backpack self consciously. He couldn't help but give Dion a once over. He wondered if Dion choked on Zach's dick the way he had. If the little twink were as aggressive with his boyfriend as he'd been with Nick. Nick doubted it. "Why's he standing still like that?"
"A pledge thing," Dion said brusquely, "One of the others will be here soon to get him out of it. Don't fuck with him."
"I wasn't fucking planning on it," Nick said defensively and added quietly, "Told you, was just wondering."
Dion looked at Nick confused. They'd barely spoken a word in 2 years, and mostly they'd just thrown insults at each other in passing. Weird that he was almost being friendly now. "Do you know Zach?"
"Nah," Nick said reflexively, then realizing it'd be weird if he was asking all this shit about a complete stranger added, "I mean, I've seen him around. And like I've heard about him." The last part was true at least. It seemed everyone on campus knew Zach, the little shit was absurdly popular. When Nick realized Dion was expecting some point to this stop and chat he added, "Congrats, dude. You guys make a hot couple."
"Thanks?" Dion said, still incredulous at Nick not being a douchebag, "Well I gotta get goin' so..."
"Sorry," Nick said, embarrassed with himself.
As Dion started walking away he stopped and turned back to Nick looking angry, "Nick I don't care if you're fucking with me, but I swear to Christ if you do a fucking thing to Zach--"
"Oh fuck off, like I'd do anything with a fag chi," Nick spat, some of his old self breaking through. Dion flipped him off as he walked away, almost reassured by Nick's usual douchiness.
Nick started walking back towards the library, moving onto the grass to try and stay out of Zach's line of sight. And he thought about how he had done a fucking thing to Zach. It was the root of all this shit, really. In his mind's eye he could still see the blond twink looking up at him scared, choking on his dick as forced him onto the bathroom floor. He could still picture the photo he took of Zach licking his dick just before.
And of course the roots went deeper too. He thought about that freshman chick who'd licked his balls as she could barely hold her eyes open. About that sophomore he'd sent pics of to the kid's family when he wouldn't suck Nick's dick after Nick fucked his ass. Of that girl who cried as he shoved his fist in her pussy and it almost made him cum without touching his dick. None of these memories turned him on the way they used to. Just a pile of sins Master had hung around his neck and turned into a nightmare.
Seeing Dion kiss and grope Zach turned Nick on, though. He sometimes dreamt about Zach's dick, the taste of Zach's cum. There was nothing like Zach's cum, it was worth every second he had to choke on him. But still, Nick had much preferred sucking Pat.
Nick went up to the fourth floor and found a seat that had a view of the entrance and the mens bathroom, took out his phone and started waiting. He texted Pat again, apologizing, begging him just to talk. The texts delivered but he didn't get a reply.
Thunder started to rumble outside when finally somebody else came up to the fourth floor, and Nick's stomach leapt as he saw it was a guy. Some punk red head with a gauge in his ear, looking a little pissed off. Pretty hot actually. He briefly looked at Nick before sitting in a chair by the large window that looked out over campus, taking out some textbook to read.
Nick openly stared at him. Nobody came up to the fourth floor for anything else, he knew this freshman was looking for action, Nick just needed to encourage him. Eventually the red head realized Nick was staring and blushed as he met his gaze. Nick pointedly looked from the guy to the bathroom and raised his eyebrows as he bit his lip. No use being subtle here.
The freshman seemed hesitant, but he shut his textbook, stood up and walked over to the bathroom. Nick grinned triumphantly as he went to follow him, but just as he was about to go through the bathroom door he heard somebody shout behind him, "Nick!"
It was Aaron, a brother from Nick's pledge class. He looked worried.
"What?" Nick asked, reluctantly turning away from the bathroom.
"Check your phone, dude, we gotta go. Kyle told me to check the library for anybody who may've missed it."
Nick pulled out his phone, annoyed. Kyle had texted the frat group chat, "all hands," code for an immediate emergency frat meeting.
"What the fuck happened?" Nick asked, going pale.
"Something to do with admin, Kyle wouldn't say anything else," Aaron said, "I know Steve just got that shipment, maybe he got pinched. Better get our story straight you know?"
"Shit," Nick muttered, but secretly he was relieved. He'd rather Steve got caught with a felony quantity of coke than have this be about him and Pat. "Give me 10 minutes dude, I'll be right behind you," Nick said, turning back towards the bathroom and the hot redhead, but Aaron grabbed him by his shoulder.
"Nah, we gotta go now," Aaron said forcefully, "Kyle said we don't have much time, may need to clear out our rooms and shit."
"Fuck," Nick was ready to scream. He had a freshman ready and waiting for him, he was so fucking close to being done. But Aaron wasn't taking no for an answer. Reluctantly Nick grabbed his shit and followed Aaron downstairs and out of the library, just missing Sean coming out of the bathroom, wondering where he had gone.
They weren't 5 steps out of the library when the sky opened up in a downpour, soaking both jocks to the bone in seconds. They sprinted back to SAE, their way dimly lit by the street lights and an occasional burst of lightning. By the time they got there the basement was full of brothers, half of them as soaked as Aaron and Nick. The pledge class came in shortly behind, their soaked white pledge shirts see through.
Kyle climbed onto the DJ dais at the back of the basement, and he called for the exec committee to join him. Nick was the frat Secretary so he made his way to the back, and was quickly wedged in between Stefan the pledge master and Ethan, a lineman and the frat Treasurer. Kyle pounded the table in front of him till everyone was quiet.
"We have a situation, brothers. One of our own has not only disgraced himself, but all of sigma alpha epsilon," Kyle said gravely. Nick felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. The way he was talking it didn't sound like an admin problem.
"About a half hour ago I got a text from a blocked number. It said," and here Kyle read from his phone, "'It seems my toy talked back to you today. He should know better. Feel free to remind him of what he is.'"
Nick's stomach dropped. He knew that voice. He immediately started trying to back away and into the crowd but suddenly Ethan caught his upper arm in a vise like grip.
"Then I got these," Kyle said, and the movie projector turned on against the back wall. A video started, Nick naked on his knees beneath Zach's dick, staring up at the camera.
"Beg me for it." A heavily distorted version of Zach's voice rang through the basement's loudspeakers, but Nick's voice came through crystal clear as he answered in the video, "Please, please give me your load. I want your cum in me. Please, I'm begging you for it."
Immediately the video switched to a picture of Nick, red eyed and covered in Zach's cum. The frat started freaking out, everybody breaking out into laughter or curses as they looked back and forth between Nick on the projector and Nick, held by Ethan at the front.
Then the pictures kept coming. Selfies Nick knew he'd never taken but which showed him looking like he was eagerly sucking Zach's dick or Pat's dick. Shots of him tied up at a basement he didn't know where, his hole gaping and leaking cum. Then the motel video started. It showed the fat guy cumming in Nick's ass and writing "Cheap Whore" on his back before throwing singles at him. It showed a cop fucking Nick with his nightstick. It showed a long skinny dick in his mouth, with "Urinal Fag" written across his forehead. The pictures ended with a selfie of Nick on his bedroom floor, covered in spit and cum and piss and the sharpie drawings, and fisting his own ass.
The frat was in an uproar, multiple guys trying to get at Nick, but Ethan and Stefan were keeping them away as much as they were preventing Nick from leaving. Kyle pounded the table again.
"Brothers, there can be no respect for our brotherhood without self respect. Nick has completely forfeited all self respect. I call for an immediate vote of expulsion."
"No, Kyle wait, you don't understand, you can't fucking do this!" Nick yelled out.
"Shut that fucking whore up," Kyle spit, and Nick suddenly couldn't breathe as Stefan's fist connected with his chest, knocking the wind out of him. "Any opposed?" Kyle called out.
The frat immediately went quiet.
"In favor?"
The chorus of ayes shook the basement.
"Hold him," Kyle called, and Ethan and Stefan each grabbed one of Nick's arms. Kyle brought out a pair of scissors and started cutting the SAE letters out of the front of Nick's shirt, leaving a window to Nick's smooth, hard chest. Nick was in such shock he went silent.
"Well, brothers, we've got a cheap whore here. What should we do with him?" Kyle said to the crowd as he threw the scrap of cloth away.
"Kick his ass!"
"Fuck him!"
"Paddle him!"
Guys kept calling out suggestions, but Kyle raised a hand to quiet then down, "What I think I'm hearing," Kyle said, grinning menacingly at Nick, "Is take him to the Tower."
"No! Kyle, please, don't--" Nick begged, terrified, but the chant of "Tower! Tower!" had already started. Still holding Nick's arms Ethan and Stefan pushed through the crowd, dragging then carrying Nick upstairs as his legs went limp and his cries became increasingly desperate.
SAE was a Victorian style house, with a large turret on the front right side. At the top of the turret was a small attic-like room reached by an old metal spiral staircase. Its windows were taped closed with black curtains and sound proof padding was glued haphazardly to the walls. Along the side of the room was a chest next to a small mini fridge. In the center of the room, attached to a bolt in the ceiling, was a sex sling. Rumors on campus called it SAE's rape room, but SAE brothers called it the Tower.
Nick had spent plenty of time in the Tower. He'd brought more than a couple girls and guys up there to share with his brothers. Some of them liked it, the rest--well that was what roofies were for. As Ethan wrapped his arms around Nick's torso and carried him up the spiral staircase Nick knew he wouldn't like it.
Kyle had most of the guys wait downstairs, and just him, Ethan and Stefan were in the Tower as they dropped Nick onto the sling and started tying his hands and feet to the separate slings. Nick tried to squirm away from them, trying to keep himself from being locked in, but another punch to the gut knocked the fight out of him.
When they had Nick secure Kyle took the scissors out of his back pocket and proceeded to cut off the rest of Nick's shirt, then jeans, then underwear, leaving him naked but for his cock cage in the sling. The sling made Nick's body hang flat in the air, but his legs were pulled back and to the sides leaving his ass and hole on display, while his head was unsupported so when he eventually couldn't hold it up, or was pulled back, a guy would have easy access to his throat.
"Guys, please, don't do this, we're fucking brothers," Nick pleaded again, desperately trying to get Kyle just to look him in the eye. Kyle did, but Nick didn't like what he saw.
"You're not our fucking brother anymore, did you not hear a fucking word I said?" Kyle said coldly, then his eyes went down Nick's body and rested on the cock cage. He took Nick's balls and caged dick in his hand and pulled on them, making Nick grunt in pain.
"Fucking pathetic," Kyle whispered as he let go, then his hands went down to Nick's ass, tightly groping Nick's cheeks and pulling them apart to get a better view of his hole. "This pussy's got some fucking promise though," Kyle said as his finger brushed against Nick's tight slit.
"What're we thinking?" Stefan asked Kyle.
"I'm thinking exec team gets first dibs," Kyle answered, "Then give him to the pledges."
"Sweet," Ethan grinned as he grabbed one of Nick's ass cheeks in a big meaty hand.
"We should get the bitch fucked up first," Stefan said.
"Fuck yes we should," Kyle said, "What've we got up here?"
"Some beer and some G," Stefan said, glancing through the mini fridge.
"Stick with the beer, he needs to remember this," Kyle said as Stefan handed him a bottle of beer. Kyle popped the cap and took a swig as he looked down at Nick, Kyle's dick starting to tent his jeans. "Who'd've thought, little Nicky a sub bitch," Kyle laughed. They adjusted the leg holders further back, so Nick's ass pointed up to the ceiling.
Then Kyle spat straight on Nick's asshole and pressed the lip of the bottle to it. Nick instinctively tightened his hole but Kyle wasn't being gentle as he forced it inside Nick, Kyle's other hand starting to stroke his own dick as he watched Nick's ass grip the bottle. Kyle tilted the bottle up and Nick groaned as he felt the cold beer in his ass.
"Chug it, bitch," Kyle said, "Loosen that pussy up." Nick didn't listen until Stefan slapped his face, then he did as he was told. The beer felt so weird as it slowly went into his ass, the carbonation almost itchy. By the time the bottle was empty and his ass full Nick was already starting to feel drunk. He didn't think he'd ever felt so drunk from a single bottle of beer, but it went right from his ass to his head.
The guys lowered Nick's legs again and Kyle removed the bottle, beer immediately spurting out of Nick's ass as he did so, soaking the cheap old rug they had underneath the sling. Nick barely had time to register this beer douche before his ass was on fire from an ear splitting smack.
Nick screamed as Kyle pulled back the paddle again and smacked Nick's other cheek. He laid into Nick's ass, breathing heavily as Nick's cheeks bounced and quivered and turned a deep scarlet. At the sound of Nick's screams Nick could hear a muted cheer from the guys just outside the Tower. The total abandonment by the people he'd thought were his brothers hurt more than the sting of the paddle, and the paddle really fucking hurt.
By the time Kyle set the paddle down Nick didn't have the breath to scream, he was just choking on the pain, his muscles taut and covered in sweat as he pulled against his restraints. He didn't have any time to appreciate the reprieve before he heard the sound of Kyle's jeans hitting the floor.
Kyle smacked his dick against Nick's cage, "See, this is the fucking difference between a real man and a bitch, isn't it? I bet you've wished you could be up here for years, haven't you?"
Through his tears Nick choked out, "Kyle, please, I don't want--"
"Put his mouth to work," Kyle said, and like that Nick felt Stefan's fist yank his hair and pulled his head back, and Stefan's dick was in his mouth and plunging down to his throat. At the same time Nick felt Kyle spit on his ass again, then he felt Kyle's dick force its way inside him, giving Nick no time to adjust as he kept pushing in till his balls were resting against Nick's ass and Kyle's hips were pressing against Nick's red and sore cheeks. And as soon as he was balls deep, Kyle started plowing him. Not fast or slow or with any discernible rhythm, just hard and relentless.
Nick's screams were muted into a garbled mess as Stefan plunged into his throat, spit pouring out of Nick's mouth and down his face as he tried and failed to open up his throat and suppress the gag reflex Pat rarely hit.
"Natural fucking cocksucker," Stefan grunted as he kept fucking Nick's face, "Bitch was made for this shit."
"You're telling me bro, this fuckin pussy is eating my dick up," Kyle said as the two seniors high fived over the bound junior.
The guys didn't last long. With a roar Kyle buried his dick in Nick's ass and yelled, "fucking take it!" As he dumped his load in Nick's ass. Seeing Kyle breed him Stefan got close too, and came down Nick's throat before finishing on his face. None of the brothers or Nick noticed the locking mechanism disappear from Nick's cock cage.
"Of course I get the sloppy seconds," Ethan huffed as he pushed Kyle out of the way and immediately pressed his beer can thick dick to Nick's hole, making Nick scream again as he got stretched out.
"Shut the fuck up and clean my dick," Kyle said as he walked around and shoved his half hard dick covered in cum into Nick's mouth. Nick just let it rest in his mouth until Kyle slapped him again, at which point he started licking and sucking as Ethan wrecked his ass with short hard thrusts, quickly dumping another load inside Nick with a growl.
Ethan pulled out of his ass and Kyle pulled out of his mouth, and they both burst into laughter as they saw Nick's dick rising out of its cage, the dick part of the cage gripping to Nick's hardon as the base ring just became a cockring and made him even harder.
"Of course he fucking loves it," Kyle laughed. They made a cursory glance around the room trying to find the missing lock to cage Nick's dick again but they couldn't find it. "Guess we'll just have to get you a new one," Kyle grinned as he pulled his jeans back on, then the 3 of them went downstairs, leaving Nick leaking and covered in cum as his dick pointed at the ceiling, leaking pre. Nick was in shock and drunk and scared, but god damn did it feel good to feel a mostly free boner again.
Nick could hear Stefan yelling something downstairs, then he heard footsteps. A lot of them. Pledges started pouring into the tower, bumping against each other and Nick as they quickly surrounded him. Some of the pledges looked nervous, some of them disgusted, most of them grinning. Those were the ones whose hands immediately started feeling Nick up, grabbing his ass, pinching his nipples, slapping his face as they called him a bitch and whore and faggot.
Nick couldn't see who was the first to ram their dick up his ass, but he yelped as he felt it, eliciting laughter from the surrounding guys. It didn't take long till another pledge shoved his dick down Nick's throat.
The pledge class gangbang was a blur. Just one dick after another, guys traded back and forth on his mouth and ass, hands gripped his balls and ass and nipples, they came inside him and all over him, one kid even held open Nick's eye as his pledge brother shot his load in it. At some point they found the paddle Kyle had left up there and they took turns smacking Nick's ass, taking out all their frustrations from how the brothers had treated them for months on this helpless former brother, but it wasn't long before they got back to fucking him. Occasionally they'd pinch or slap Nick's rock hard dick, incredulous that anyone could be so fucking turned on as they were used so relentlessly.
Slowly the pledges started to thin. As guys came they left, letting their brothers take their turn. The last pledge in Nick's ass, a latino brother with an above average dick, fucked Nick for twenty minutes straight, till even the last guy to use Nick's throat left him to it. With a "puta" Alex dumped his load in Nick with all the others. He quickly put his clothes back on and spit on Nick's cum covered face before he left Nick alone in the sling.
In the dark room Nick was in a daze. His whole fucking life seemed in shambles. SAE had been his whole identity, his whole community, and now what the fuck was he. Hard, if nothing else. No matter how degraded and worthless Nick felt, his dick was glorying in its freedom. And as he let his the sensations of his dick distract him from his current situation, Nick couldn't help but think that he never saw Pat in the group of pledges. But then, maybe he'd just missed him. It was a fucking zoo at the beginning.
What could've been 10 minutes or an hour later Nick heard footsteps coming up the Tower again. He raised his head to see Kyle, Stefan and Ethan again. Kyle was holding some kind of metal rod with a wooden handle and a thick metal disk at the end, while Stefan had something that looked almost like a gun.
"We've come to a decision on what to do with you," Kyle said lightly as Ethan and Stefan flanked him. "You get to stay on the team, and officially you're still in the frat. As far as nationals is aware you're a brother in good standing. But we'll know better. You get to keep your room, but you're losing your door. From now on you're the frat bitch. Any brother wants to use you you'll let them use you."
"Fuck you," Nick croaked, staring defiantly at the ceiling.
"Yeah, we thought you might say that. But remember all those vids you sent us of your old marks? If you aren't a good little bitch, well then, somebody else may find them. And then you'll definitely be kicked off the team and the frat and the school. Is that what you want?"
Nick felt tears come to his eyes. He was finally fucking free of Master, and now his own fucking brothers were putting him back in the same fucking hole. Except even worse cause now he'd be at the beck and call of like 30 guys. As Nick started to outright cry Kyle said, "Yeah, I thought so.
"But there's one more condition," Kyle said and he beckoned for the thing Stefan was holding. He held it up to the metal disk and Nick started to shake as he realized what they were about to do. He hadn't seen it himself but he'd heard rumors about it. For brothers that fucked up their initiation ceremony, or picked the wrong card from the fishbowl during hell week. The torch lit up its bright blue flame and started to heat up the bronze disk, which Nick knew had the SAE letters carved on its face.
"Just gotta mark you as our property," Kyle grinned as Stefan and Ethan grabbed hold of Nick's legs to hold him still. When it was red hot Kyle cut the torch and lowered the brand, slowly bringing it towards Nick's exposed, beaten ass.
But just before it touched Nick's skin there was a loud metallic crack and the brand fell to the floor, it's face shattered and somehow smoking, as if it had been plunged into a bucket of ice water.
"The fuck?!" Kyle yelled, dropping what was left of the rod as if he'd been shocked. The broken pieces of the brand, still hot, started to smoke on the old rug beneath Nick, and worried they were about to set it on fire without thinking Kyle bent down to brush them off onto the wooden floorboards, cursing again as he burnt his fingertips. The carpet just sparked into a flame when Ethan and Stefan finally got their shit together and poured beer over the pieces, quickly smothering the small fire and preventing any more.
"Fucking piece of shit," Kyle spat as he sucked on his burnt fingers.
"That thing was nearly as old as the house, must've like fucking cracked from one too many times," Stefan said.
"We'll have to get a fucking new one then," Kyle said as he stared angrily at Nick. "It's just been fucking delayed so get used to it. You can spend the rest of the night up here, think about how you're gonna be a good house whore."
With a final kick to Nick's ass and still nursing his fingers Kyle and the other guys left Nick, turning off the one bare lightbulb above him, and leaving him hanging in the dark.
Pat was sitting on his bed, alone, when his phone buzzed again. It had been blowing up since he missed practice, but he'd ignored it. At this point he didn't give a shit what the brothers would do to him, he'd drop out of the pledge class and the football team if he had to. Nick was the only brother who'd been anything but a complete asshole to him, and Nick had betrayed him. Fuck them all.
But the text from a blocked number caught Pat's eye. It just said "your big could use some help," then a video came through. A horrible video of a cramped, dark room, and Nick in the middle of it, tied to a sling screaming as guys beat and fucked him. Whatever conflict he felt about Nick, Pat was furious to see what they'd done to him. He grabbed his pocket knife from his drawer and went out into the rain, walking steadily towards SAE.
As he approached the front door Pat wasn't sure what he'd do if and when the brothers tried to stop him. He knew if they tried to hold him and do what they'd done to Nick he'd get out the knife. Steeling himself, Pat put his hand to the door handle.
But suddenly his eyes were covered and his hands tied behind his back. He struggled against the bonds, slowly working his wrists free of the duct tape that was not too tight. Eventually he got his hands free and ripped the piece off covering his eyes, and he realized he was inside SAE's foyer. And not only was he inside SAE, but a pair of brothers looked like they were walking up the steps to the second floor, except that they were frozen.
Pat slowly approached them, confused, especially when he saw the way they were caught mid stride, in an impossible position to hold. Pat waved in front of their faces and clapped his hands, but they gave no reaction. Pat's confusion turned to fear as he struggled to comprehend what weird world he'd found himself in, but eventually he put that aside and went around the frozen pair, towards the room he guessed Nick was in.
He passed a few more frozen brothers on his way up to the Tower, and when he climbed up the metal staircase he felt his anger come roaring back as he saw the state Nick was in, frozen as the rest of them, but his ass was beet red and welted, his ass and face covered in cum, his unmoving lips obviously caught mid-tremble as tears rimmed his eyes. Pat took off his shirt and tried to clean Nick off as best he could, then let his soiled shirt fall to the ground as he went to work freeing Nick from the sling.
Even stuck in his pose, Nick was easy to move, almost effortless. Pat slung him over his shoulder and carried him out of the house. As he closed the front door behind him and turned toward the road he sucked in his breath. The rain hung in the air, millions of tiny jewels reflecting the light of the street lamps like diamonds, and a lightning bolt painted across the clouds.
Pat reached out a hand to touch one of the suspended drops, but the moment he did thunder shook his bones, the downpour fell again, and Nick became heavy and squirmed out of his grip.
Nick dropped to the porch and looked up at Pat unbelieving, "You? It was you?!"
Pat looked down at Nick in a daze, still in shock from what he'd just witnessed.
"How could you fucking do this shit to me?" Nick cried out, scared and furious, but the look of confusion on Pat's face made him doubt.
"I didn't do anything to you," Pat finally said, pulling himself together, "I just fucking got you out of there. Some blocked number texted me and I came here to get you, but when I went inside it was like--the whole world was frozen!"
Nick's anger broke and he started to laugh and cry at the same time. The sound of some guys from inside the frat house made Pat his arm under Nick's to lift him up, "We gotta get you out of here bro."
As they walked into the rain suddenly Nick's blanket appeared on his shoulder. Both guys had seen too much to be surprised, and Pat just wrapped it around Nick's naked body as he put an arm across Nick's shoulders, gently leading him back to Pat's dorm through the rain.
Campus was abandoned because of the storm, and the two managed to get up to Pat's floor without running into anybody. But as they were about to enter Pat's room his neighbor's door opened, and a blond freshman walked out oblivious, an Xbox controller and a pair of batteries in hand. Till he turned and saw them.
"Nick? What the fuck happened?" he asked, shocked at Nick soaked, nearly naked and barely holding himself up. When Nick saw who it was he bit his lip and looked away. Pat spoke up.
"Just some SAE shit," Pat said. He opened his door and gestured Nick to the bathroom, "Hop in the shower, I'll come check on you in a second." Without a word Nick went inside, and Pat turned back to the neighbor he barely knew. "Uh...it's Zach, right?"
"Yeah, dude, everything ok? He looked kinda fucked up," Zach said, looking genuinely concerned.
"It's nothing it's--no offense but it's private," Pat said. "Look, you and Sean are friends, right? I'm going to text him, but if you see him around could you tell him I need the room tonight? Maybe let him crash with you guys?"
"Yeah, whatever you need man," Zach said.
"Appreciate it," Pat said and he went into his room as Zach continued down the hallway. Pat went into the bathroom and found Nick kneeling in front of the shower.
"I'm sorry, dude, I just couldn't fucking stand anymore," Nick mumbled, so embarrassed he was near tears, "And when I tried to sit on the toilet my fucking ass hurt so bad I--"
"You're fine, bro," Pat said soothingly as he reached into the shower and turned it on, "Come on, let's get you cleaned off then you can just lay down."
Pat helped Nick into the shower, then waited outside it as Nick slowly cleaned himself off, getting the last of the dried cum off him and finally getting his dick out of the cock cage's ring. When he was done Nick passed him a towel to lightly dry off and offered him a shirt and a light pair of gym shorts, but even thin nylon was too painful on his raw cheeks. So Nick laid down on his belly naked from the waist down on Pat's bed.
"What the fuck is goin' on Nick? What happened tonight?" Pat finally asked. So, Nick told him everything. From the time he'd discovered all his computer files were deleted, to the last text he'd gotten from master that morning. He told him about Zach and all the other people he'd blackmailed into having sex with him. He told him about how the cock cage had suddenly appeared on his dick, about his pants disappearing in the middle of class, about the motel, and everything that had happened since this morning. Nick had never even laid it out this clearly in his mind, and to suddenly have told Pat everything all at once was overwhelming. By the time he got to being left in the dark till suddenly he was outside in the rain in Pat's arms Nick's face was buried in the pillows as he wept.
Pat was in shock. He'd never have believed this story in a million years, but for what he'd just seen a few minutes earlier. Slowly he said, "Well, it sounds like you're done right? Yeah, it was horrible, honestly Nick you did some horrible shit, but you paid for it. And now you're free."
"No I'm not, Pat," Nick said, sniffling, "I told you, Kyle said he'd fucking share my blackmail videos unless I did the same fucking shit for the frat, all that's happened is I've changed masters."
"Fuck that, bro," Pat said confidently, "He was bluffing. All the shit you know about SAE--that we know about them? They do that to you you can go nuclear. Tell admin or just the cops where they keep the drugs, or about the fucking Tower, or the hazing shit we gotta do. Those fucks did this to you, you don't owe them shit. Tell them to leave you the fuck alone or you'll burn SAE to the ground."
That cheered Nick up. He couldn't find a flaw in the logic. Maybe he really was free. Like he could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, Nick turned to face Pat, "I'm really sorry bout what I did to you, squirt. I wish I had told you, or found somebody else, or..."
"I never would've believed it," Pat smiled down at him, "And if you'd found somebody else I wouldn't have gotten awesome fucking blowjobs every morning. I'm just sorry you had to do it at all."
"Compared to all the rest of it, sucking you off wasn't so bad. Honestly, by the end...I kinda enjoyed it," Nick said, blushing. He'd told Pat everything else, might as well admit that.
Pat looked at him funny, and slowly put his hand on Nick's cheek, and let his thumb trace Nick's mouth. He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't think of the words. Instead he leaned down and kissed him. Gentler than he had that morning, but just as passionate, and far more sensually as his hand cupped Nick's face. And Nick kissed him back, his heart feeling like it could break from Pat's tenderness after all the cruelty he'd experienced that night. Eventually Pat pulled back and grinned at him.
"So, you're telling me you haven't been able to jerk off in over two months right?" Pat asked. Nick chuckled and nodded, already feeling his hardon press into Pat's bed. "Well, I got blue balled fucking hard this morning, so how bout a little jerk off session?"
Gingerly Nick turned onto his side, his dick springing up. Pat stripped and laid down across from him, the head of his dick rubbing against Nick's. Pat reached down and gripped Nick's dick, "Must feel good to feel a hand on it again."
"Fucking amazing," Nick laughed as his voice broke. He reached down for Pat's and started stroking him in time with Pat stroking his. Nick brought his face close to Pat's and they started kissing again as they jerked each other, and in less than a minute Nick felt his dick pulse and shoot the biggest load he could remember onto Pat's, and feeling that Pat shot too. But even after they came they didn't stop making out.
"That's such bullshit," Zach yelled as he watched Scorpion yank Sub Zero's head and spine from his body before setting his face on fire. Jake cackled.
"You're just salty there's something I can beat you at," he said.
"You mean every fucking video game ever made?"
"Yep," Jake grinned. They'd been playing for hours, Jake blissfully unaware of the multiple trips Zach had made in watch world. Zach pulled his phone from his pocket.
"It's nearly 10. I'm gonna go find Sean."
"Fuck that, dude, it's pouring out. Not our problem he's not answering our texts."
"Still, doesn't mean he deserves to walk in on whatever culty shit the SAE guys are getting up to in his room."
"Fair point. You want me to join?"
"No offense, Jake, but it may go better just me."
"None taken. Thanks for hanging though, bro, probably won't be able to again till the play's done, right?"
"Yeah, but we're almost there. And Saturday night's gonna be the craziest party ever. I'll see you soon."
With a bro hug, Zach left Jake and walked down the hallway. He took a quick look around before pausing time.
Zach briefly looked in on Pat and Nick making out. He'd put the douchebag through a lot, but Zach was content with where he ended up. He wasn't done with SAE though.
Zach went outside and pulled out his poncho as he walked through the suspended rain. He let himself into SAE and went to the basement. From the bar he grabbed a handle of Everclear, then he went up to the Tower.
Sean was alone on the fourth floor of the library, looking out a floor to ceiling window at the rain and lightning blanketing the campus. At the sound of rain soaked shoes squelching behind him, Sean turned to see Zach and couldn't help but smile at his friend looking like a wet dog.
"You know, it's raining a little bit," Zach said lightly as he plopped down on the seat next to Sean.
"You don't say," Sean said with an embarrassed grin.
"You should also know," Zach said conspiratorially, "This is like the cruising spot on campus."
"Why do you think I'm here?" Sean said, still grinning but with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
"Have any luck?" Zach said, keeping his own voice light and inquisitive.
"Well, one guy made eyes at me to head to the bathroom, but then he disappeared. Then it started pouring and nobody else has even come up. Cept you."
"I'm getting bored of D, just need some anonymous understall action," Zach said, getting a laugh from Sean. "Actually I'm here cause your roommate asked me to tell you he needs the room tonight."
"Yeah, I heard. Guess I can't be too annoyed, it's basically been a single most of the semester. He can have it for a night. He got some chick with him or something?"
"A brother actually, and he looked kinda fucked up."
"Fucking SAE man, what the fuck's goin on in there?"
"Probably best we don't know. You can have my bed tonight if you want. I'll crash with D."
"Better than my plan to sleep on a couch here I guess."
They sat in an awkward silence till Sean said, "Sorry I ignored you and Jake's texts."
"It's fine."
"Nah, it's bitchy. And it was bitchy to run away like that."
"Jake can be an asshole."
"Only if telling the truth makes you an asshole."
"It can, but that's not the point. You're not a third wheel, Sean. Me and D are never like 'ugh when's this jerk gonna leave us alone,' you're our friend, we love spending time with you. If you're a third wheel it's only cause we got a badass tricycle thing goin on."
"Badass tricycle? Really?" Sean grinned despite himself.
"It's the only 3 wheeled thing that came to mind. The point still stands."
"I guess so. It's not like I don't love spending time with you guys, too," Sean said, twiddling his thumbs before he continued, "I got a call from my Dad a little bit ago. He found out about Emily. And my ear piercings."
"Well, we knew that was coming right? How'd it go?"
"Bout as well as I expected. Lot of screaming. Eventually I just hung up on him. I could've said a lot, but...I figured silence worked just as well. It's a bad habit, I get in an uncomfortable spot and just walk away."
"Probably better than saying something you'd regret. It's good to give yourself some time to think things through."
Sean was about to respond but then he heard Zach's phone buzzing. Zach took it out, saw it was Jake, and answered it.
"What's up? Seriously? Holy shit, we'll be right behind you."
Zach hung up and Sean asked, "What was that about?"
In a shocked voice but with a hint of a grin playing around the corners of his mouth, Zach answered, "SAE is on fire."
Zach and Sean immediately got up and left the library, Zach offering Sean his umbrella, but they both decided speed was more important and ran through the rain. When they reached SAE a large crowd of brothers and curious students, as well as a fire brigade, surrounded the house. They all watched wide eyed as the top of the Tower was engulfed in an inferno.
The arson investigator found it was an accidental fire brought about by negligence. A spilled bottle of grain alcohol was left to soak into old wooden floorboards. A cigarette left burning precariously on a window ledge tumbled as it burned down, and immediately set the grain alcohol alight. The sound proofing panels and curtains served as an accelerant, which resulted in the rather spectacular blaze that lit up the SAE turret tower like a lighthouse.
It was unclear who had pulled the fire alarm, or even why, as the alarm was set off well before anyone seemed to know there was a fire. The investigator ultimately wrote it off as a serendipitous prank. No one was injured in the blaze.
In fact, apart from the gutted turret tower, there was little damage to the building. The heavy rain shower helped the fire department contain the fire swiftly. Most of the property damage the frat brothers suffered, which was rather extensive, was due to the house's sprinkler system soaking their rooms with water blackened and stinking after sitting in pipes for 20 years.
Of far more concern was what police and campus investigators found in their routine search of the building. Not only the usual alcohol and weed they'd expect when they went through any frat house, but an immense quantity of cocaine and a variety of date rape drugs.
Rather than take on the bad publicity, the school administration offered the fraternity a deal--disband and surrender the property to the college, and no charges would be filed. There were no objections.
[Author's Note: We are on track for 2 more chapters plus an epilogue. I am very, very excited to share the ending, I've been thinking about if for a long time and it should be a lot of fun. Thanks for sticking through this series with me.]