Roddy barely slept that night. He'd gone to the cafeteria with his friends, and they pulled together a more concrete plot to expose Christian's cruel side. But they still had to wait for the right opportunity, meaning Roddy still had to spend an indefinite amount of time under Christian's thumb -- assuming their plan worked at all. Furthermore, Roddy had to return to the master suite the very next morning. The thought of what Christian had in store for him was terrifying and deeply hot; his unwavering penis kept up its fight to get hard in its cage all night long. Around 6 a.m., Roddy gave up on sleep altogether and left to hit the gym, remembering his vow to get an ass like Oliver's.
The last time he'd gone to the gym, he'd been with his friends, and stuck to an easy circuit to avoid embarrassing himself. This time, he attempted his usual full-body workout, and immediately faced how out of shape he'd gotten. Just a few months with no soccer to keep him disciplined, and his strength and stamina had depleted so much. At the same time, the burn from lifting and his racing heart helped take his mind away from his dick for once. He wound up working out for over an hour.
He showered in one of the cubicles at the gym, remaining hyper-vigilant for any opportunities where someone else might see his caged dicklet. With one of the gym's thin, white towels wrapped around his waist, he headed back to his locker to get dressed.
The locker room door opened as Roddy was putting his combo in, and he recognized the two men who entered -- Zach and Bobby, his fellow end-alphabet, poorly-endowed brothers.
"Oh, hey man," said Bobby, his shirt soaked through with sweat.
"Hey guys," Roddy replied casually, "how's it going?"
"All good," he replied. "We just did a CrossFit class. But I hear you got a pretty good workout in yesterday, too."
"What do you mean?"
Zach broke into a devilish grin. "Everyone's saying you were getting fucked in the ass by Oliver Hess."
"I didn't know you were gay," Bobby added. "It makes me like you a lot more, honestly."
"It does help," Zach agreed. "Not that you were exactly competition before."
Roddy sighed, plopping down on the bench. "Did you also hear they put me in a cock cage?" Like Kevan, he knew that Zach and Bobby would see it soon enough. "So for the next month, I literally couldn't compete if I wanted to."
He was surprised that Christian had spread the story of his hookup -- he knew it wouldn't have been Oliver. Zach and Bobby's reactions made it clear that he hadn't even mentioned the chastity device, so clearly Christian's aim was to shame him over the gay sex. Roddy knew the only way to combat him was to own it, and not let himself be shamed.
"Holy shit," Zach reacted. "Can we see it?"
"I mean, not here..."
Bobby grinned. "Roddy, why don't you join us in the sauna?"
The men headed for the back of the locker room, where the rarely used steam room was located. Reluctantly, Roddy hung his towel up on the hook outside and followed the others inside.
He enjoyed seeing Zach and Bobby naked again. Zach's big bush was matted with steam and sweat, covering more of his cock and making it look closer in size to Bobby's. Bobby, sadly, had a bald crotch to match his head, emphasizing the prepubescent size of his one-incher. It was reassuring to be reminded that there were lots of men who looked more like Roddy than Christian downstairs.
"Your dick's gone," Bobby remarked.
"I've heard of cockblocking, but this is ridiculous," said Zach. "Sorry I started the whole you being naked thing. It's bad enough you have to wear this without having to show it off at the house."
"From what I hear, it would have happened eventually," Roddy conceded. "And I kind of deserved it."
Zach fidgeted a bit, looking down at the floor. "Look, it was my choice to get naked on the quad. And clearly the advice you gave was honest. You've done way more than me to stay in this thing."
"Let's just forget all about it," he offered. "Us little guys have to stick together."
The brothers decided to stay in the steam room for a while; Zach took the right bench and Bobby the left, with Roddy in between them on the back wall. He had always enjoyed the company of men, but this -- three dudes together, proudly hanging brain after an intense workout -- this was paradise.
Zach poured some water on the coals, asking, "So what's that thing like?"
"Well I wouldn't recommend it," he said, making both guys laugh. "It had also been a long time since I'd... you know, properly jizzed. Then Christian did that thing in the basement, which only made it worse, and now I'm in this cage. I'm so horny." It was like a mantra that Roddy kept repeating to everyone who would listen: I'm. So. Horny.
He looked over and was surprised to see that Bobby had popped a stiffy. "Sorry," he said, turning red. "You just made me think about... I had a masturbation problem. The problem being that I did it all the time. So I quit a few months ago, but I also haven't had sex in--"
"Two years," Zach finished.
"--thanks," Bobby shot back flatly. "So like, I get to still see my dick and touch it and stuff, but I kinda get where you're coming from."
Roddy figured that his penis, pushed up inside his body, was rebelling by taking control of his brain: "You want some help with that?"
The silence hung in the air with the steam. Did he really just come on to Bobby? He began to fear what else he would do the more he acted with his cock and not with his head.
"Uh," Bobby responded, "you know what? Sure."
Bobby stood and moved to sit next to Roddy. Hard, Bobby was somewhere in the four to four and half range. Roddy began to slowly stroke his shaft -- it was veiny and knobby and felt different, but Roddy had still yet to meet a cock he didn't like. Once Bobby had reached full mast, his dick now almost parallel to his stomach, Roddy bent over and took Bobby's cock into his mouth.
Bobby had yet to betray much pleasure, but his breathing grew heavier, and his tight stomach started to heave slowly up and down. It was nice taking in a shorter dick; he liked being able to go all the way down Bobby's length with ease. Roddy wanted to up his blowjob game, and he found it easier to learn how to use his throat muscles with a shorter cock to experiment on.
He came up for air to find Zach standing in front of him, completely hard. Rodger was amazed at Zach's erect form, easily over six inches -- he probably had a bigger boner than some of the higher-ranking members of their class. Talk about a grower. Wordlessly, Roddy took Zach into his mouth, continuing to stroke Bobby.
Soon, he had the boys like putty in his hands. He switched back and forth between the two dicks, sucking one while fondling the other. Roddy would wait until they were about to cum -- either because they announced it was coming, or he could tell by the way their scrotums contracted -- and stop blowing them. He'd let them come down from the edge and start stroking with tantalizingly slow pumps until the other got close. Rinse, repeat. He loved this system; he felt like he could keep them on edge forever. Both were now moaning unabashedly, letting out sad little whimpers whenever Roddy stopped them from jizzing.
Finally, it became too much for Zach -- Roddy slid his mouth off as he fast as he could, but it was too late. He let out a few pulses of cum straight onto Roddy's face. He hadn't produced much, but Bobby more than picked up the slack. Roddy hadn't stopped stroking him while being showered with Zach's semen, and moments later Bobby's balls began draining the months of cum he'd built up. Wave after wave of jizz shot onto Bobby's stomach; his mouth hung slack in pure ecstasy.
Zach crumpled down next to Roddy, who wiped the mess off his face and put each arm around either boy. They nuzzled in, just for a moment, saying nothing and enjoying the post-sex glow. Roddy loved the feeling of their warm, naked bodies against his, and watching their dicks shrivel back up to their flaccid sizes.
Zach broke the silence, straightening up and scooting back over to his side of the steam room. "Well, that ruled."
Roddy smiled at him. "Glad to be of service."
Bobby stayed pressed up against Roddy, looking up at him with a teasing grin. "Best houseboy ever!"
***
As he made his way to Greek Row for his rendezvous with Christian, Roddy turned over the events at the gym in his head. He'd gone from passively accepting sexual advances to blowing two straight guys at once in a steam room, all in a matter of days. Not only did he come to accept that he was attracted to men in the first place, but he seemed to be taking on a whole new identity as a tried and true cumslut. If you had told him this was his fate a week ago, he would have never believed it, but now he was already dreaming about the next time he'd get to suck a dick -- or get fucked in the ass again, god willing.
It almost felt natural now to strip naked when he got to the house. He folded and stashed his clothes again, and walked into the foyer. Two brothers he didn't know very well were heading to the living room and crossed his path.
"Hey, it's the new houseboy!" called the taller of the two, a young man with strawberry blonde hair parted down the middle.
His friend swatted him in the stomach. "That's Roddy Higgins to you. Dude's a legend. Got laid the same day they put the cock cage on him."
"How's that work?"
"Use your imagination, Jeremy." The second guy gave Roddy a fist bump as they headed into the living room.
Roddy had no idea what to make of that, so shrugged and headed up the stairs to the third floor. The corridor was filled with snores, as early as it was in the day. He felt uneasy knowing that so many of the brothers were around -- an audience at the ready, should Christian want one.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the French doors.
Christian appeared, completely nude and with a wild case of bed head. The curtains were drawn, leaving the room in deep darkness. "Come in," he said, immediately turning back inside.
Roddy took a few hesitant steps into the room, almost tripping over the rug in the process. Christian went over to the window and flung the curtain open, flooding the bedroom with cool morning light. He stood in front of the window for a few moments, looking out over the green below, in full view of anyone who might pass by. He wondered if Christian had an exhibitionist streak of his own, or if his nihilism just ran that deep.
"I'm surprised you came," he told Roddy, still staring out the window.
"Well, my Alpha commanded it," Roddy replied.
Christian turned around, his cock a little harder than before. "I guess I meant I'm surprised you haven't quit the frat."
