The Rush Ch. 04: Deals with Devils

Kevan pondered this, shook his head, and sighed. "Don't say I never did anything for you."

Kevan knelt in front of Roddy, nestling in between his legs. Conjuring a look of resignation, he bent his head into Roddy's crotch and took his little testicles into his soft mouth. He sucked on Roddy's balls and used his free hands to stroke his inner thighs, doing all he could to increase the level sexual stimulation and try to bring Roddy to long-overdue release.

Tony took Kevan's cue, sitting cross-legged at Roddy's side and hesitantly unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it open, exposing Roddy's shaved chest, using his lips to suck on one nipple and his hand to pinch and tweak the other.

Lance held back as Tony and Kevan worked over Roddy's body, but finally acquiesced, positioning himself by Roddy's face. "SPH really does know how to bring us brothers together," he muttered acerbically before planting his lips on Roddy's, thrusting his tongue into Roddy's mouth.

The vibe continued growing in intensity, which Roddy knew meant it was only a matter of time before Christian turned it off and left him high and dry. With urgency, he kissed back, twisting his tongue around Lance's. Roddy rolled his hips into Kevan's face, urging him to suck harder and deeper on his swelling balls. Tony switched nipples, sucking on the left while rubbing the right aggressively.

Roddy could feel that long sought-after rising feeling in his loins, the barest promise of sweet ecstasy making its way from his guts to his constrained member. Precum was freely flowing out the hole of his cage, turning the pink plastic slick and salty. Kevan moved one hand from Roddy's thigh to his asscrack, pressing on the toy and coaxing it deeper and more firmly into Roddy's colon.

Roddy gasped, "I think I'm finally, finally about to--"

There was a rustle and a clicking noise as the door to Tony's room opened. His roommate had gotten back to the room, standing still in shock looking down at the men working over Roddy's nude form.

Kevan, Lance, and Tony snapped up, frozen in embarrassment.

"Hey, Nigel," Tony offered feebly. "Have you met my friends?"

Without further discussion, Roddy's friends gathered their belongings and headed back to their rooms. Roddy put his clothes back on and walked with Lance back down to their side of the hallway.

They reached Roddy's room. "Well, see you later," Roddy mumbled. "Thanks for... all that."

"Don't mention it," Lance said. "I really mean that."

Roddy grinned sheepishly. "You know, you're a pretty good kisser."

Lance punched Roddy's arm and slinked a few doors down back to his room. "You made it easy," he called back before retreating into the dorm, leaving Roddy with a swirling cacophony of confusing emotions.

It had gotten late, so Roddy went to brush his teeth in the bathroom and get ready for bed. He stripped down to his boxers and slid under the covers, shifting frequently in a futile attempt to find a comfortable position to lie in. The toy continued its teasing pattern throughout the night, always keeping Roddy on edge and alert, totally unable to fall asleep.

By the time morning came, Roddy was exhausted and hornier than ever. The toy was almost out of battery, so he plugged himself into the socket behind his bed, pressing up as close to the wall as possible and trying to keep himself covered under the blanket as his roommate woke and got ready for the day.

When he was alone, all he could do was ruminate on the position he was in -- his manhood stripped away, his cock locked up and shriveled, his own asshole controlled by a vengeful sociopath. As if on cue, the toy burst into the highest setting yet, sending a rumble through his guts. Roddy peeled back the comforter to see an enormous pool of precum staining the fitted sheet.

It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.

***

This pattern continued for the rest of the week -- his day relatively uneventful, his nights filled with relentless edging, his mornings spent plugged in like a human sex toy. It began to feel like he only existed for Christian's amusement and pleasure.

By Friday night, he was finally tired enough to pass out in spite of the vibrating, and woke up on Saturday morning with butterflies in his stomach. He had endured the worst teasing yet, and if Christian remained true to his word, he would finally regain ownership of his cock.

Once Roddy was out of his cage and out of the worst of Christian's control, the boys could enact their plan to expose Christian to the older brothers. Everything was riding on the mixer with Kappa Delta that evening.

Later in the afternoon, Roddy headed to the SPH house for a pregame with the brothers. It had been a while since he'd had to strip down in the frat house with so many other guys there -- usually when he'd visited, it had been empty, with everyone out at class or sports practice. But now he was forced to parade his little pink cock cage around in front of the whole fraternity, most of whom hadn't yet seen him in this state.

"Holy shit," said Matty Carlisle, who still was not very keen on Roddy. "That's pathetic."

Dmitri, the Beta, only shook his head. "No man should have their dick taken away. A damn shame."

The older brothers, who were familiar with this ritual, were more intrigued by the new cage they'd had to get for Roddy. "Usually there's like a tube thing to contain your shaft!"

"Roddy doesn't have a shaft, just a little nub."

"It looks like he never had a dick at all."

"Can he even fuck with a dick that small? Really puts things in perspective."

"He must be the most dickless Omega we've ever had."

The humiliating discussion around his lack of manhood was turning Roddy on immensely, his cock now attempting to stiffen against the cage. Unable to take much more of it, he excused himself and headed to the third floor to meet with Christian and finally be relieved of the vibrator and his cage.

Roddy knocked on the French doors and waited for Christian to answer, anticipation and arousal growing. Finally, the doors opened -- Christian, nude as usual, had gotten a haircut and trimmed his facial hair, revealing an angular jaw that complemented his full lips. It was the hottest Roddy had ever found Christian. He had an urge to press his naked body up against Christian's and bury his face in that thick, dark chest hair of his. Seeing Roddy nude and caged made Christian bone up, his schlong pointing dramatically outward at a slight upward angle.

Without saying a word, Christian gestured to the end of his bed. Roddy walked over and assumed the position on the edge of the mattress, his face buried into the duvet. The vibrator sprung to life once more, the sensation rolling powerfully along the length of the toy in tantalizing waves. Roddy couldn't help it -- a yearning moan escaped his lips.

The vibrations grew and grew. His whole body tensed, all his muscles straining as the toy teased his prostate and caused his cock to attempt to lengthen once again. Christian had rarely let the vibrator get this strong before, let alone for such a sustained period. Roddy's entire body began to tremble, his legs growing weak, his face sinking deeper into the mattress.

As always, the pleasure stopped almost as soon as it had started. Christian turned the toy off and then carefully, slowly pulled it out of Roddy's ass. His now-stretched hole exposed to the cold air of Christian's bedroom, Roddy felt himself missing having something filling him up.

"You were a very good boy," Christian purred, his face now close to Roddy's ear. "Did you like my present?"

Roddy's pulse quickened. He didn't know what to say. He stammered, "I'm just so -- so --"

"Horny? Duh. You wanted the cage off early; we couldn't let you out of it without having you go through the teasing and denial the full month would have caused you." Christian reached his hand between Roddy's legs, the back of his knuckles brushing tantalizingly against Roddy's engorged testicles.

For just a minute, Christian pressed firmly against Roddy's taint; a thick stream of precum escaped Roddy's tip and puddled below him on Christian's sheets.

"I have another proposition for you, another choice," Christian told him. "I'll hold up my end of the deal and let you out of the cock cake right here, right now. Or, I'll do you one better and let you take my cock up your ass now, and we'll let you out later, at the party."

Roddy's mind was swimming -- he was so horny, his ass so hungry for cock -- but it had been so long since he'd been able to cum. Now that he was this close, how could he delay release any longer? But at the same time, the thought of Christian's monster hog filling him up was hard to repress.

As if he had lost full control of his mouth, Roddy said, "Deal!" His voice was breathy and almost pleading.

He heard Christian snort. "I thought you'd say so. I haven't jacked off all week, so this is convenient for me, too."

Roddy's stomach dropped. Christian hadn't cum all week? How long could he possibly last? But he couldn't focus on that thought, because Christian had gently grabbed his scrotum from between his legs.

Roddy flinched, fearing another torturous squeeze. But instead, he felt a cold sensation as Christian closed something over his sack. It felt like a bar was running across his legs as it held his nuts in an inescapable grip.

"What the hell is this?" he asked.

"It's a humbler," Christian explained. "It'll keep you at a great, fuckable angle."

Indeed, Roddy couldn't straighten at all without eliciting a painful tug on his scrotum, pulling his balls away from his body harshly. He was stuck completely prone, his butt in the air, his gaping hole exposed and ready.

Christian also grabbed Roddy's head from behind, slipping a sleeping mask over his face and blindfolding him. "I'll be right back. Need to find some lube."

He heard Christian walk away and leave the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Roddy had no sense of time in his position; he had no idea how long Christian was keeping him waiting there. The feeling of being exposed and the low pain in his groin were turning him on immensely, his cock begging for release. Why had he taken the deal? He tried to stop asking himself that.

After what felt like ages but was probably no more than five minutes, the door opened again. "I'm back with lube and condoms," Christian announced.

Roddy's pulse sped as he realized the reality of what was about to happen. Ever since his romp with Oliver had been cut short, he'd been dreaming about a cock in his ass. It was amazing what losing his dick had done to his deepest desires, changing his focus of pleasure from his meager pecker to his engorged prostate.

He listened as Christian opened and applied the condom, and felt the cold splatter of lube on his sphincter as Christian squeezed it liberally onto his ass. Christian inserted a probing finger, then another, slowly teasing his pussy and massaging his prostate.

"Just fuck me," Roddy grunted, desperate to be stuffed.

Christian tutted. "Say please."

"Please fuck me, sir," he complied immediately.

Finally, Roddy felt Christian's bulbous tip press up against his opening. As the enormous cock made its way inside him, Roddy's eyes began to bulge out of their sockets. He moaned in pain and pleasure, growing louder and louder as each inch penetrated him.

He couldn't help but to groan out, "Oh, you're so big!"

Christian slapped Roddy's ass, sending a sharp wave of arousal down Roddy's spine. He had never felt so complete as he did with that giant tool up inside him, as if it was a missing piece. It felt right.

Christian was moving was agonizingly slow strokes, making his way in and out at a tantalizing tempo. At first, Roddy appreciated the slowness as he became accustomed to Christian's monstrous hog, but it didn't take long before Roddy was hungry for more.

"Faster, please," he panted, "harder!"

He heard a soft, low chuckle that reverberated in his head and sent his arousal skyrocketing. "Only if you call me 'daddy.'"

Roddy would have sighed and rolled his eyes if he weren't so torqued. Instead, he exclaimed, "Fuck me harder, Daddy!"

Christian acquiesced, picking up his pace and slamming his whole body against Roddy's prone and willing ass. It was euphoric -- Roddy felt pulse after pulse of scintillating pleasure each time Christian's cut cockhead glided past his prostate. He only wished he weren't bound by the humbler. He wanted to feel Christian's hairy body against his own, wrap his arms around a warm body, possibly even stick his tongue down Christian's throat while he was fucked.

But instead, he remained still in his humiliating pose, feeling like a sex toy himself. He could feel something like an orgasm building, and couldn't help but shake the feeling that this time, after so long, he would finally get release.

"What's that thing between your legs?" Christian asked, panting with exertion.

Roddy knew what Christian wanted him to say. He knew better than to try and preserve his dignity now. "That's my clit, Daddy."

Christian increased his speed.

"And what's it for?"

"Nothing, Daddy," Roddy moaned. "It's useless."

Faster still, harder still. Roddy's whole body was electric.

"What's in your ass right now?"

"Your big, fat cock, Daddy!"

"I bet you really want to orgasm, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy!"

Christian laughed a cruel laugh and pulled his cock completely out of Roddy's ass. He heard Christian continue to jerk himself off, the wet slapping echoing in his ears.

"No!" he cried out. "Christian, please, I'm begging you to let me climax! I'll do anything!"

But it was too late; suddenly, he felt rope after rope of hot jizz land on his back and his ass, dribbling down his crack and onto his scrotum. Christian planted a firm slap on his swollen balls, leaving Roddy in agony once again. He ran his hand up Roddy's crack, and all over his back, collecting his cum and placing his cupped palm right against Roddy's lips. "Clean yourself up," he demanded, and Roddy lapped up the salty mess in defeat.

Christian continued speaking, suddenly projecting his voice. "So, what'd you all think?"

Roddy heard applause and Christian removed the blindfold from his head. Around the bed was a group of ten or so of the brothers, including some he knew, like Lance and Quinn.

"I invited some of our friends up for a show," Christian explained.

Roddy felt his entire body turn red in shame. Christian must have recruited these guys when he left on the pretext of finding lube. They'd heard him call Christian 'daddy,' beg to be fucked harder, describe his member as a clit. He felt a little sick, but at the same time, felt his cock stiffening once again. It was the ultimate humiliation, and it left Roddy with a profound sense of horniness and something almost like satisfaction: this was who he was, and there was no use hiding it anymore.

Christian unlatched the humbler and Roddy crumpled on the bed, his sore legs screaming in relief.

"You take cock like a champ," said one of the brothers.

"I hate to say it, but that was kind of hot," Quinn admitted.

Lance didn't say anything, but Roddy noticed the outline of his long, skinny erection straining in his skinny jeans.

"Now everyone get out of my fucking room," Christian demanded flatly, retreating into his ensuite bathroom.