Chapter 2: Cage check 1
It was one long week into locktober and the frat brothers had gathered in the common room for the first weekly cage check.
They were already aware of one frat bro who had lost their nerve and unlocked, but they were about to discover if there were any other weak willed brothers among them.
The first of the boys to go for the keys and unlock surprised some but not others. James had lost his willpower just a few days in. Andrew had known it was only a matter of time before the golden boy cracked, but even he was surprised it was this soon. James had slipped out the back door two nights ago, thinking he was being sneaky, but the board had lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as his key was removed. The group chat had blown up with laughter and taunts, and James had slunk back into the house, his head hung low, to face his humiliation.
Today, however, as they gathered together there were far fewer eyes on James, but rather the common room was buzzing with nervous energy as the boys filed in, each one eyeing the keys on the board warily.
Andrew stood at the head of the table, a clipboard in his hand, ready to mark off the names of each brother who had successfully made it through the first week.
Tyler was one of the first to arrive, his eyes darting nervously around the room as he slipped into a seat at the far end of the table. He crossed his legs, trying to hide his cage beneath his pants, but the bulge was still clearly visible. He fidgeted in his seat, his fingers drumming nervously on the tabletop.
David sauntered in next, his confidence unmistakable despite the cage around his cock.
He flopped down onto a couch, spreading his legs wide and grinning at anyone who dared to look his way. "Morning, boys," he said, his voice casual. "Ready to see who's the first to crack? Well, second in this case I guess." David glanced at James with a taunting grin.
Adam entered the room a moment later, his steps slow and deliberate. He kept his eyes focused straight ahead, his expression unreadable. He took a seat at the table, his back straight, his hands folded in his lap, concealing his cage.
One by one, the other brothers filed in, each taking a seat at the table or on a couch.
Andrew, standing at the head of the table, cleared his throat to gain their attention. “Alright, boys, let’s get started. Who’s ready to prove they’ve got what it takes to make it through this challenge?”
Andrew pulled out his phone, swiping through the group chat to find the list he had made the day before. He looked up, his gaze scanning the room before he began to call out names.
“Tyler,” he said, his voice firm. Tyler, who had been fidgeting in his seat, visibly tensed at the sound of his name. He took a deep breath, then slowly stood up, his hands going to his belt. He looked around the room, his cheeks flushed a deep red as he pushed his pants down, revealing his locked manhood.
There were a few chuckles from the other brothers, but Andrew silenced them with a sharp look.
"Respect, boys. We're all in this together. Good job, Tyler," Andrew said, giving him a nod of approval. Tyler smiled, a hint of relief in his eyes, before quickly pulling up his pants and returning to his seat.
Andrew marked his name off on the clipboard.
“Next up, David,” he said, his voice steady. David stood with a cocky grin, not bothering to hide his cage as he pushed his pants down. He struck a pose, flexing his muscles and winking at the room.
“Looking good so far, David,” Andrew said, suppressing a smile. “Keep it up.”
David gave a mock salute before sitting back down, a smug expression on his face. Andrew moved on to the next name.
“Adam.”
Adam slowly stood, his movements precise and deliberate.
He made no effort to hide his cage, but rather pushed his pants down with a calculated nonchalance, revealing the device locked snuggly around his cock. Unlike the others, he didn't flush or fidget, his expression remained unreadable, his eyes focused straight ahead.
Andrew nodded, his gaze steady on Adam. "Good job, Adam.”
The next three names were Billy, Trent and Evan, all three showed their cages still locked successfully and were marked off.
Andrew continued down the list until he got to Peter who did as his brothers did and revealed his cock only for one of the guys sitting next to him to notice a line cut in the plastic going all the way around. Andrew came to inspect closer and found he could remove the front half of the cage with ease and get access to Peter’s cock, therefore disqualifying him for tampering. The room fell silent as the realization set in, Peter had not only tried to cheat but had failed miserably at it. He was the second one to lose in less than a week.
"Peter, what the fuck?" Andrew said, his voice hard and disappointed. Peter's face turned red, his eyes darting around the room before settling on the floor. He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping.
"I'm sorry, guys. I couldn't take it. I thought I could sneak in a quick one and no one would notice," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Andrew shook his head, his expression stern. "Peter, cheating is not an option. The whole point of this challenge is to test our willpower and self-control. If you can't handle it, that's fine, but you don't get to cheat your way through."
Peter nodded, his eyes downcast. "I'm sorry, Andrew. I just... I couldn't handle it. I thought I could, but I was wrong."
Andrew sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's alright, Peter. But you are out of the competition.”
The rest of the cage check went as expected, all the other boys were appropriately locked up. At the end of the checks though Andrew had a couple of surprises to reveal. He pulled out two t-shirts from a bag beneath the table, each one emblazoned with the words 'I LOVE COCK' in bold, glittery letters. He tossed the first one to James, who caught it with a smirk. "And what might this be for?" he inquired, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"For being the first to unlock," Andrew replied, his voice firm. "You're to wear this for the next week, James. Consider it a learning experience."
James laughed, holding the shirt up to admire it. "Well, this is definitely going to make for some interesting conversations."
Andrew turned to Peter next, tossing him the second shirt. "And this one is for you, Peter," he said, his tone serious. "For trying to cheat.
It seems you love cock enough to want to break the rules to stroke yours. So, you can wear this and think about why you really wanted to unlock so badly."
Peter caught the shirt, his cheeks turning a shade darker. "I deserve this," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Andrew nodded, his expression softening slightly. "We all make mistakes, Peter. Learn from this one."
The room was silent as Andrew turned to the rest of the group. "Alright, everyone else seems to be doing fine. Keep up the good work. But before you go I have one last surprise.” Andrew paused, looking around the room, his eyes meeting each one of his fraternity brothers. “I’m going to offer a deal to thin out the competition a bit. Up to three of you who choose to unlock right now, today, will have the chance to pick a locked brother to serve as their personal houseboy for a week, or until they choose to unlock - whichever comes first.”
The room went silent for a moment, the brothers looking at each other, trying to gauge who might take the offer.
Andrew continued, "This is a one-time deal. Once the three spots are filled, the offer is off the table. So, who's in?"
Mike was the first to raise his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll take it. I could use a little extra service around the house." He stated proudly, getting up to fetch his key from the board.
Andrew marked him down on his clipboard. "Alright, Mike, you're in. Who's next?"
Tyler hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the room. He bit his lip, his fingers tapping nervously on the table.
Before he could make up his mind, Sam called out, "I'll take it." He stood up, his voice steady despite the nervous squeak at the end. His eyes met Andrew's, a hint of determination in them.
"Very well, Sam," Andrew said, marking his name down. "Who else? Last call."
There was a moment of silence, and just as Andrew was about to call a close to the offer, Lucas raised his hand. "I'm in," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "Screw it, I’ve been wanting to get this thing off since day one anyway, might as well get something out of it."
Andrew nodded, jotting down Lucas's name. "Alright, that's three. Boys unlock your cages and pick your houseboys.”
Lucas spoke first , looking at the room. “I pick Evan, he’s a hard worker, and well, he’s always willing to help out.” Evan who had been sitting quietly through the whole ordeal now flushed a deep red, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Me? But why? I haven’t done anything to deserve this.”
“Just go with it Evan, it’s all in good fun,” Lucas said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Evan sighed and nodded, standing up to go with Lucas out of the room.
Mike and Sam spoke at the same time.
Mike said, "I pick Adam. He looks like he’s a little too chill about this whole thing." There were a few snickers from around the room. Adam, however, just shrugged and stood up to follow Mike out.
Sam, looking a bit sheepish, said, "I pick...Kyle.” Kyle was conveniently Sam’s roommate , and he had an idea of what Sam had in mind for him. Kyle shot Sam a surprised look but quickly recovered, standing up and following Sam out of the room.
The room fell silent for a moment, the brothers digesting the new dynamics that were about to unfold. Andrew looked around the room, his expression serious. “Remember, boys, this is all in good fun. But it’s also a bonding experience. So, let’s make the most of it. Only 20 of us are left and in just a few weeks we’ll have it down to 1. Now, let’s get back to our usual routines. The next cage check will be next Sunday at the same time.
As the rest of the boys got back to going about their days, things were starting to fall into place up in Mike, Lucas and Sam’s rooms.
Kyle was kneeling naked except for his cage in the corner of his and Sam’s room, a polishing cloth in his hands as he tenderly cleaned Sam’s extensive sneaker collection. Evan, on the other hand, was rushing around Lucas’s room, vacuuming and dusting, making sure every surface shone like a mirror. Meanwhile, Adam was in Mike’s room, wearing a tight, revealing, and slutty butler’s outfit that Mike had acquired as a Halloween costume last year. He was currently on his knees, sucking Mike’s newly freed cock with gusto, the sound of Mike’s pleasure-filled moans echoing through the room.
“Fuck, Adam,” Mike groaned, his hands tangled in Adam’s hair. “You’re a natural at this, you know that?”
Adam pulled off with a pop, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
“Thanks, boss,” he said, his voice low and teasing. Mike threw his head back against the headboard, his chest heaving with labored breaths. “Fuck, okay, okay. You can stop for now,” he gasped, his body twitching as aftershocks of pleasure coursed through him. Adam chuckled, running his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting the remnants of Mike’s pleasure. He knew this week would be interesting.
Meanwhile, back in the common room, Tyler found himself sitting alone with his thoughts. He fidgeted in his seat, his eyes darting to the door every time he heard footsteps approaching.
He had managed to make it through the first week, but the weight of the challenge was starting to sink in. The house was filled with an undercurrent of tension, a constant reminder of the test they were all enduring.
The door to the common room creaked open, and Andrew stepped inside. He looked around the room, his gaze landing on Tyler. He walked over and took a seat next to him.
"How are you holding up, Tyler?" Andrew asked, his voice soft.
Tyler shrugged, his eyes flitting to the board of keys and back to Andrew. "I'm okay, I guess. It's just... it's hard.
I didn't realize it would be this hard," Tyler admitted, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.
Andrew nodded, giving Tyler a reassuring smile. "It's supposed to be hard, that's the point. But you're doing great, Tyler. You made it through the first week. That's a big deal."
Tyler looked up at Andrew, his eyes wide with surprise. "You really think so?"
Andrew clapped him on the back. "Yeah, I do. And so do the rest of the guys. But hey if you’re feeling like you’re not going to make it don’t be afraid to ask for some help, especially from one of the boys that’s already quit ok. Trust me they can definitely help you out. In fact the next time you get the urge to unlock go and see James and tell him I sent you. He’ll know what to do to make you feel better.” Andrew said with a reassuring smile.
“Keep up the good work, Tyler.”
Tyler nodded, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as Andrew walked away to handle some other business in the house. Just as Tyler began to relax, the common room door swung open, and Mike strode in, a smug grin on his face. He was holding a wooden paddle, the kind used to discipline whipping boys into shape, and he was swinging it casually by his side. Behind him, Adam was naked except for his locked cage and a black leather collar, his hands bound behind his back with handcuffs.
“What the fuck, Mike?” Tyler exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock.
Mike chuckled, his grin widening. “Ah, Tyler, always a pleasure. But I have a special task for our little houseboy here.
You see, I think Adam needs a bit of... encouragement to really understand the rules of Locktober.” Mike said, his gaze shifting to Tyler, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Tyler swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Adam and Mike. “What do you mean?”
Mike smiled, gripping the paddle in his hand. “I mean, I think Adam needs a little reminder of what happens when you disobey the rules.”
Adam’s eyes widened, and he began to struggle against his bonds.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, Mike. I’ve been following the rules.”
Mike smirked, stepping closer to Adam. “That’s not what I’ve heard. I’ve heard whispers that you’ve been... enjoying this a bit too much. That you’re not suffering like the rest of us.”
Adam’s eyes flashed with defiance. “That’s not true. I’m just... handling it better than some.”
Mike chuckled, tapping the paddle against his palm. “Well, let’s see if you can handle this.” Mike took the paddle and came down hard on Adam’s raw ass cheeks in the middle of the common room. “Ow, fuck, Mike!” Adam yelled out, his body jerking forward but Mike was firm, holding him in place with the handcuffs.
“What the fuck, Mike? You can’t do this!” Tyler yelled out, jumping to his feet.
“No, Mike, stop! He’s one of us, you can’t do this!”
Mike just smirked, his eyes gleaming with a wicked glint. “And who’s gonna stop me, Tyler? You?” he taunted, waving the paddle in his hand.
Tyler hesitated, his eyes flicking between Adam and Mike, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he couldn’t overpower Mike, but he also couldn’t stand by and watch this happen.
Adam, on the other hand, was bearing the pain with a stoic expression, his teeth gritted, his body taut.
The room was filled with the sounds of Adam's grunts and the smack of the paddle against his flesh. Tyler stood there, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing. He knew he had to do something, but what?
Adam let out a sharp cry as Mike brought the paddle down again, this time right on the sweet spot between his thighs. Adam's body jerked, his breath hitching as he bit back a scream.
"Fuck, Mike, stop!" Tyler pleaded, his voice shaking with fear and desperation. "Please, just stop."
Mike just laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “Fine Tyler, I’ll stop but on one condition.” Mike said, pausing mid swing of the paddle. “You wither have to join Adam as my houseboy all week or you unlock right now and lose the challenge.” Mike said, his eyes glinting with malice. Tyler's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What? That's... that's not fair, Mike. I can't just... I can't unlock."
Adam turned his head to look at Tyler, his eyes softening slightly. "It's okay, Tyler. I can handle this. Just... just don't let him break you. You can do this."
Tyler looked at Adam, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and fear. He took a deep breath, his mind racing. He knew he didn't stand a chance against Mike.
Not physically, and definitely not mentally. But he also knew that giving up now wasn't an option. So, with a deep breath, he nodded.
"Alright, Mike. I'll... I'll be your houseboy for the week."
Mike chuckled, a sound of pure satisfaction. "That's my boy. Now, first things first, Strip boy." Mike commanded, his voice laced with dominance as he shoved Adam down onto the couch. Tyler started to peel off his clothes. He was naked in a matter of seconds, his cock still trapped in the cage, a thick drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Mike's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Tyler's naked body, his breath hitching slightly as he adjusted his own pants, trying to make room for his growing erection.
"Good boy," Mike said, his voice thick with lust. "Now, come over here and get on your knees."
Tyler hesitantly complied, his heart pounding in his chest as he knelt before Mike. He kept his eyes downcast, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
"Look at me," Mike commanded, his voice firm. Tyler obeyed, his gaze meeting Mike's. The look in Mike's eyes sent a shiver down Tyler's spine.
"Good," Mike said, his hand reaching out to tangle in Tyler's hair. He gripped it tightly, pulling Tyler's head back slightly.
Tyler gasped, his eyes widening as he felt the first harsh tug on his hair.
"Now, suck my cock," Mike said, his voice laced with desire.
Tyler hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Mike's cock and his face. He knew he should refuse, that he should stand up to Mike and tell him to stop. But the look in Mike's eyes was intense, and Tyler found himself unable to look away. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of Mike's cock.
Mike groaned, his hips bucking forward slightly. "That's it, you little slut.
Take it all," Mike groaned, his hips thrusting forward, forcing his cock deeper into Tyler's mouth. Tyler gagged slightly, his eyes watering as he fought to suppress the urge to pull away. He could taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip of Mike's cock, the salty flavor coating his tongue. He swallowed, trying to relax his throat, allowing Mike to slide in deeper.
Adam watched from the couch, his own cock aching in its cage, desperate for release. He admired the way Tyler was taking it, the way he was submitting to Mike's dominant nature.
He found it incredibly hot, and his cock throbbed painfully in its cage, desperate for release. He shifted on the couch, trying to adjust himself, but it was no use. The cage was unyielding, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to be free.
"Fuck, this is hot," Adam muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on Tyler's mouth as it slid up and down Mike's shaft. His own breath hitched in his throat as he watched Mike's hand tangle in Tyler's hair, his hips thrusting forward, fucking Tyler's mouth with abandon.