The next morning, Roddy woke up with aching balls and an aching head. He stretched, looking over to see that his roommate had once again already left for the day. It was already a little after noon, and his next class was at 1 p.m., so he leapt out of bed to go shower and get ready.

He took off his shirt and slung his olive-green towel over his shoulders. Shower caddy in hand, Roddy headed down the hall to the men’s bathroom. He stepped inside the shower cubicle and drew the curtain, turning to lower his shorts and underwear down and over his flip flops, and tossing them just outside the shower.

Roddy turned on the water, luxuriating in the hot stream pulsing against his throbbing head. Roddy began to lather up, scrubbing himself slowly. The feeling of the loofa against his skin was enough to arouse him; the ruined orgasm and teasing Roddy had endured the night before had left him at his horniest ever. He thought if he had time to relieve himself, finally — surely it wouldn’t take much time at all to cum now.

With soapy fingers, he groped at his little manhood and it promptly sprang to attention. Just as he was about to start stroking, he heard the bathroom door open and slam shut. He hesitated, unsure if his self-pleasure would cause any suspicious noise. But then, he heard a voice call — “Rodger — or, Roddy, sorry — that you?”

He recognized the smarmy tone. “Lance?”

Without warning, the curtain slid open. Lance, fully dressed, faced Roddy with an impish grin. “I recognized your green towel.”

“Dude, why are you doing this?”

Lance shrugged. “Look, I’m going to help you as much as I can, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to also mess with you a little bit here and there. It’s in my nature.”

Roddy glowered at him, but Lance just laughed and got into the adjacent shower. Roddy shut the curtain and finished up his shower quickly, shampooing, conditioning, and washing his face. He reached for his towel, only to discover it missing. Looking down, he saw his clothes were gone as well.

“Lance,” Roddy called, exasperated, “did you take my towel?”

“I didn’t take, per se,” Lance replied, “but I did relocate it. I put it on the sink, by the rest of your stuff.”

“Gee, thanks,” Roddy replied. He shook himself to try and get rid of the excess water, and with his hands cupped tightly around his private parts he waddled awkwardly towards the front of the bathroom, where his towel sat draped over a sink. He was only feet away from the towel when the bathroom door swung open once more, and a guy who Roddy recognized but didn’t know very well entered. He appeared started at Roddy’s bare naked form, doing a double take and pausing for a second.

“Ha, forgot my towel over here…” Roddy muttered, hurrying to cover himself.

He looked in the mirror, examining his face. Tired, dark under-eyes looked back at him, above three days’ worth of patchy auburn stubble. It looked terrible. Roddy pulled out his shaving cream and quickly lathered it on his cheeks.

While he was shaving, Lance finished his shower and walked over to stand at the adjacent sink, wrapped in a long white towel.

“So,” Lance said in a hushed voice, so the man who had entered wouldn’t hear over the sound of his shower, “how does it feel?”

“What do you mean?”

“Being… you know, this role for the year?”

Roddy didn’t really react, focusing on shaving. “I don’t know, Lance. Why do you ask? Do you have an order for me now, too?”

Lance seemed annoyed. “Well, maybe I do.”

“Come on, man,” Roddy mumbled. “Give me a break, it’s been a long couple of days.”

The third student finally flushed his urinal and left, leaving the two boys alone together.

Lance didn’t say anything for a few moments. Roddy didn’t know whether he was trying to think of a witty comeback, or something else.

“Why don’t you keep going?” Lance finally ordered, “Shave your chest while you’re at it.”

Roddy stopped and turned to look and Lance. “Are you joking? What, just because you can’t grow any chest hair, I can’t have any either?”

“Okay, for that, now you can shave everything. I’m talking armpits, belly, pubes, legs. I want you smooth.”

“Dude, I have class so soon. That’ll take forever.”

“Yeah, I’m also in Chem 220. I know this lesson already, I’ll teach you it later. But now, get back in the shower and get smooth.”

Roddy gathered his towel and razor and begrudgingly walked back towards the cubicles. He moved to draw the curtain closed, but Lance held it open. Roddy felt himself turn red as he reached for the knob, bracing in the initial cold before the water heated back up. It caused his dick to shrivel to its smallest, his balls practically retracted back up into him.

He slathered the shaving cream all over his chest and stomach, feeling a strange sense of sadness. He’d all the time loved his body hair, cultivating it meticulously. Roddy would spend hours each week scaping the hair into the most flattering shapes and thicknesses. It made him look great, and gave him a lot of confidence. Watching it wash away made him feel small, and rubbing his smooth chest made him feel like an immature boy. As his pubes melted away under the shower stream, his shriveled cock and balls looked even more pathetic hairless.

“That’s hilarious,” Lance remarked, “you look sexless.”

Sexless. Roddy felt a rush of desire. He loved the feeling of humiliation, and no one did it better than Lance. He felt his cock start to stir.

“Seriously?” Lance quipped, noticing this right away. “You’re so horny all the time.”

In a huff, Roddy quickly shaved his armpits and carefully stripped his legs of hair as well. Lance grabbed his olive towel and strode back towards the sinks. Roddy shook off again and began waddling over towards him.

“Don’t cover yourself,” Lance said stoically.

Exposed, shriveled, and hairless, Roddy scurried over towards Lance. Lance dropped his own towel wordlessly, maintaining eye contact with Roddy, revealing his erect cock. He was absolutely a grower, and although still rather skinny, his pecker was easily seven inches.

Lance took a few steps forward, and moved to press the head of his boner into Roddy’s pelvis.

“Look at that,” he said softly. “Look at that difference. Isn’t it wild? How does that feel?”

Roddy’s own dick began to grow, quickly reaching its small full mast. It was still dwarfed by Lance’s schlong. Roddy was so aroused, he felt like a single stroke could send him over the edge again. The emasculation was electrifying.

But the two friends heard noise in the hallway, and quickly pulled their towels back on as two students walked in chatting. They gave a polite hello to Lance and Roddy, who quickly gathered their things and headed back to their rooms.

Roddy immediately went over to his full-length mirror and dropped his towel. He was completely smooth from the neck down. It hadn’t been so apparent before how much the hair had hidden his freshman fifteen, but he was looking softer and doughier than ever. Overall, it made him look more boyish, like less of a man. It was humiliating, and he was still as hard as a rock.

Roddy went over to his nightstand to grab his phone and pull up some porn to finally jack off to. But there was a new text from an unknown number: “Hey, I got your number from Oliver. Meet me at the house when you’re done with classes for the day.”

Roddy sighed. He had no idea which brother this could be, or what they could possibly want with him. It occurred to him that it could even be Christian, which made his stomach sink. Having already missed half of his chem lecture, he decided to call it a wash. Donning some jeans and a flannel shirt, Roddy grabbed his stuff and made his way over to Greek Row.

As he walked across campus, the rough denim of his pants rubbed against his freshly shorn groin and legs. It made him hyperaware of his nether regions and made him sprout another little boner. If he had one blessing, it was that public boners were rarely a issue as they were hardly noticeable.

He made it to the bottom of the stone steps, and realized that he was about to have to strip and reveal his smooth body to all the brothers when he got inside. Roddy took a few moments to gather his courage, and wait for his erection to subside, and then he confidently walked up the steps and into the gothic stone house.

He got naked in the foyer, neatly folding his clothes up and placing them in an obscure nook. The house was quiet; most brothers were out at class or sports practice or hanging out with their friends. Roddy pulled his phone out from his pants pocket and replied to the texter: “I’m here.”

He waited for a few more minutes in the foyer, before the basement door opened. Out emerged Quinn, followed by a few more brothers Roddy recognized: Granger, the redheaded senior who had helped parade him around the night before; Carter, one of Oliver’s friends whom he’d met the mixer; and Oliver himself.

“You got here so quickly,” Quinn said with a wicked grin. “We barely had time to get all the supplies.”

“He’s a good houseboy,” said Oliver in a playful tone, eyeing Roddy with a flirty glance.

“What happened to you?” asked Granger, whose own thick red chest hair was curling out from his collar. “Did you have a run-in at the Nair factory?”

“Lance ordered me to shave everything,” Roddy begrudgingly explained.

Quinn rolled his eyes. “Kennedy is a sociopath.”

“He’s a loyal friend,” Roddy countered with a shrug. “Why did you ask me here?”

Quinn gestured towards the living room, and the small group of brothers made their way into the grand den. Although poorly maintained by the brothers, the architectural details and vaulted ceiling hinted at the grand mansion it had once been before it became university housing.

The senior brothers plopped down on the largest of the room’s overstuffed couches. Granger gestured for Roddy to stand in front of them. He felt his most exposed yet, hairless and totally on display in that giant living room.

“So,” Quinn started, “there’s a bit of a tradition with the freshman Omega. It’s a little bit of hazing.”

“How could there possibly be more hazing?” Roddy asked.

“It’s a bit of an unusual thing,” Carter cautioned. “But every houseboy has done it when they started out.”

Quinn produced from his pocket what looked like a small, hot pink, plastic toy. It consisted of a tiny pink disc attached to a larger open ring, but it wasn’t clear how they were meant to stay together.

“Is it a puzzle?” Roddy asked.

Granger smirked. “It’s a cock cage.”

Roddy’s heart sank. He had never heard of a cock cage before, but it didn’t sound good. Quinn gestured for him to step forward, and didn’t stop wagging his finger until Roddy was inches away, his little dick right in Quinn’s face.

Oliver passed him a bottle of lube, which Quinn squirted into his hand and then slathered on Roddy’s cock and balls. It felt good, but the lube was quite cold — almost tingly.

“We’ve seen how, uh, excitable you are,” Oliver said shyly. “So we thought a numbing lube would help this go more smoothly. It’ll wear off.”

Indeed, after a few moments passed Roddy had barely any sensation in his dick — he was completely limp.

Quinn slid Roddy’s balls through the pink ring, tugging his scrotum through until both testes were in. He pressed Roddy’s dick down, resting his thumb on the mushroom head of his cock and yanking it through the ring. The ring was now pressed firmly against his pubis. Quinn grabbed the disk, pressing it firmly against the tip of his cock until it met with the ring. Roddy’s dick had practically retracted back into his body; it was pressed completely flat against his groin. It looked like he had never had a dick at all.

Then, with a flourish, Quinn snapped the padlock shut through the ring and disc. Roddy realized that his cock was now trapped, completely pressed in with no room to get erect.

“What the fuck?” he cried. “Let me out of this thing!”

“Look, we do this every year,” said Quinn. “We even had to go out and get a special extra small one for you. It’s a tradition.”

“It’s just for a month,” Oliver reassured. “You’ll get let out for the first mixer with ENM.”

Roddy looked down, unable to stop staring at the little pink dot where his penis used to be. What Lance had said earlier was prophetic — Roddy was now totally sexless, rendered impotent and frustrated for a whole month. All of the horniness he’d built up over the last several days would only grow worse and worse. He felt himself begin to get hard at the wondered of it, but he was met with immediate pain as his dicklet strained against the cock cage. It felt weird with the numbing cream, more uncomfortable than painful. Roddy felt his member go immediately soft again, shriveling back into his body. Involuntarily, he humped the air a little bit.

All the brothers laughed at his sad little thrust. “You’ll get used to it,” Carter promised.

Just then, Kyle McCloud walked into the living. His hair mussed, wearing a ratty t-shirt and baggy boxer shorts, he looked like he had just rolled out of bed.

“Ah,” he said neutrally, with a nod, “see the boys have gotten you set up. You made him shave too? That’s a new one.”

“Kennedy made him do that,” Quinn explained.

Kyle chuckled. “Don’t worry, Roddy. The novelty will wear off soon enough and it’ll all ease up. Here, come with me.”

Roddy followed Kyle out of the living room and up the stairs, while Oliver headed out for a run and the rest of the boys left to grab lunch. Kyle took him all the way up to the third floor, which Roddy had never been to. It was just one long, narrow hallway with most of the bedrooms and a converted, communal bathroom with two ersatz stalls and a bay of open shower heads.

Kyle led Roddy into his bedroom. It wasn’t what Roddy had expected — it was small and neat, with a tightly made bed and a well-organized desk. It was the most Spartan frat boy bedroom Roddy had ever seen.

“The president gets such a small room?” Roddy asked.

Kyle smiled. “President gets first pick of rooms, but I thought I should pick the tiny one. I don’t need a ton of space.”

Kyle really was a good leader, Roddy wondered. “Why did you bring me here?”

“You seem distressed,” Kyle replied, easing himself into his desk chair.

Roddy plopped down on the bed, facing him. Sitting with the chastity device on felt strange; it dug into his skin, so he had to lean back a bit. “Well, wouldn’t you be if you were me?”

“I was you,” Kyle said quietly.

“What do you mean?”

Kyle lifted himself out of his chair slightly and lowered the front of his boxers. Barely poking out of a flabby pubic mound and wild pubes was a tiny cockhead, the tip practically flush with his groin. Kyle’s dick was even smaller than Roddy’s — it had no real length, it couldn’t even really be measured. He imagined the freshman Kyle naked in the basement, the measuring tape hanging straight down from his groin, and the officer calling out “zero inches.”

“I was the Omega for my freshman class,” he explained. “They also made me go around naked. I was too small for even a cock cage like the one you have, so I had to wear this steel underwear instead. And now, I’m the president of the whole frat! It’s just a bit of hazing, and you’ll discover the man you really are through the process.”

“Being an Omega helped you discover that you were a leader?” Roddy pressed.

Kyle shrugged. “Sort of. I found that none of it really bugged me, because I knew I’d be set for life once I graduated and whatever happened to me for the first nine months wouldn’t really matter. It all just made me more dedicated to SPH.”

Roddy wasn’t really listening — his brain was taken over by horniness again from his brief glimpse of Kyle’s dick. He really just loved cock, he wondered to himself, no matter the shape or size. This time, his own cock did not back down when it met resistance from the cage, pushing the pink disk forward and revealing the swollen base of his shaft.

“Is this… turning you on?” Kyle asked, taken aback.

“Everything is turning me on, to be honest,” Roddy said with a grunt, “It’s been so long since I last came, and now I have this thing on me. I don’t know how I’m going to get through a whole month of this!”

“Is it really the end of the world if you don’t cum for a bit?”

“I’m a young guy! I’m at my sexual prime! I just wanna fuck.”

Kyle shrugged. “There’ll be lots of fucking to do after the month is up. Get over it.”

There was an air of finality to that, and Roddy recognized that he was being dismissed. Kyle spun around in his chair and opened his laptop to start working. Lance had been right, Roddy wondered. Kyle was really a true believer.

Roddy left Kyle’s room, shutting the door gently behind him. He cast a wary glance towards the double doors at the end of the hall, which presumably led into the primary suite granted to Christian. King sized bed, in-unit bathroom — while the president of the frat got a closet smaller than the freshman singles. Big-dicked dudes really did run the world.

On the second-floor landing, Roddy ran back into Oliver. He was sweaty and shirtless, his strong pecs heaving with his heavy breathing. Oliver’s little black running shorts revealed his thick, shapely thighs and hugged his meaty bulge.

“Back from your run already?” Roddy asked.

Oliver grimaced. “I was an idiot and skipped stretching. Ten minutes in and my hammies started cramping like crazy. I’m gonna take a hot shower and see if that helps.”

“Oh, hey, let me help you,” Roddy offered. “My hamstrings always gave me issues during soccer. I know my way around ’em.”

Oliver shrugged, and the boys headed down the hall and into the now-storied green bathroom. Roddy thought if he was being classically conditioned to expect pleasure and pain whenever he saw those avocado fixtures.

Roddy shut the door gently, locking it behind him. Oliver placed his hands on the vanity and stuck his ass back, presenting his stretched-out hamstrings to Roddy. He couldn’t help but notice how the tight shorts were now straining against Oliver’s bubble butt cheeks, highlighting their plump shapeliness.

He shaped his fingers into a claw shape and grabbed Oliver’s left leg. Roddy began massaging, working at the rock-hard knots all up and down the length of the hammy.

“Ow,” Oliver said quietly.

Roddy grimaced in sympathy. “Sorry. These are really tight.”

“I told you,” Oliver turned to look at Roddy over his shoulder, “the hot water is the only thing that helps.”

“Let’s do that, then.”

Oliver straightened up and faced Roddy. He was shorter, but still somehow made Roddy feel dwarfed with his big muscles and wild-man body hair. Oliver hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and did a little strip tease, playfully revealing his bush and the base of his cock before turning around to moon Roddy. Finally, he lowered his underwear all the way off and turned to face Roddy, his dick already a little stiffer.

“We simply must stop running into each other like this,” Oliver teased with a smirk.

“I’m not complaining,” Roddy grinned, stepping into the shower and turning on the steamy water.

Roddy stepped back so Oliver could position himself in the stream. Oliver braced himself against the wall, presenting his naked ass. His cheeks spread a little bit, revealing a glimpse of Oliver’s tight, pink starfish, nestled among a spray of long brown hair. Roddy was chilly, now wet but out of the water, and his nipples had become small, pointy, and sensitive.

He let the hot water run over Oliver’s body for a few moments, before starting to massage again. This time, he could feel the knots begin to relax and the hard muscles began to yield to his firm grip. Oliver let out a moan of pleasure — it was the hottest sound Roddy had heard in weeks.