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Author's Note: If you have not yet read Little Dude – 1, please do so before reading Little Dude – 2 for coherence and full enjoyment.
Little Dude - 2
...Roomie grunts a shout of release. The camera focuses on his shaft still pumping and then pulling back. And I see I was wrong about the bottom being Andy. It isn't Andy's mouth the dick is pulling out of mid-ejaculation. It's mine. The smiling bottom with the cum-smeared face being two timed by my roommate and Marcus is me.
What the...?
Sitting in Roomie's chair watching this, I am numb.
On screen Roomie squeezes the last of his jizz into my eyebrows and rubs it in with his foreskin. Trent says, "About fucking time." Roommie climbs off of me and Trent takes his place, only he straddles me facing the opposite direction. He pulls apart his ass cheeks and puckers his anus for the camera to catch it in all its high def glory. For the record: amazing. Then Trent lowers it down and there's my tongue reaching up to lick it. Trent sits on my face and I moan with what I recognize as pleasure. Marcus keeps going on my ass. The other guys stand around, jerking, watching. This isn't an orgy. This is a gangbang. And I'm the one the gang is banging. And just like that, the video is over.
Sitting in Roomie's chair, I've stopped jerking. My dick is limp and my mouth hangs open. I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now, but it isn't horny. The directory on Roomie's laptop containing this video has about two dozen other videos. They're all dated. Numb, I select the earliest one.
It's the pre-rush party for the Mu Alpha Nus on somebody's dad's yacht. The MuNu brothers were, if anything, disappointingly normal. Nobody talked sex. I remember that distinctly. Just pro football, college basketball, Batman v. Superman, the Middle East, green cars. The usual shit. But watching this video I realize the camera operator wasn't nearly as discreet as the screening committee guys were. He constantly zooms in on crotches and asses. Jawlines. Shoulders. Nipples pressing against t-shirts. Trying to catch a peek up the pant leg of a guy in shorts sitting with his legs crossed. I get no more attention than anyone else does. I knew my ass is round. I'm kind of bummed to see I don't have much of a bulge at my crotch. I learn my t-shirt sleeves were looser than I'd realized – the cameraman zooms in on glimpses of my pit hair twice. (That gives away that Zack is the camera operator – his pit fetish is renowned.) But other guys get lip shots, ear shots, tongue shots. Me, I get none of that kind of attention. Judging from my amount of screen time, I'm surprised I was ever asked to join the MuNus.
Toward the end of the tape, there's a shot of Marcus and Evan making out in the back of the boat. Marcus dangles his watch from a chain. Evan laughs at it, then bugs his eyes out at it and lets his tongue hang out of his mouth. He sways his head in rhythm with the swinging watch and then just laughs and grabs it. The two of them start kissing again and throw a pillow at the camera.
My jaw hangs open. I can't be seeing what I'm seeing. I start the next video.
It is the official rush party. There I am chanting with all the other guys for someone to beat open the piñata shaped like a giant cock. It bursts and out fly nuts and pretzels and condoms and cock rings – it's pretty stupid and pretty funny at the same time.
The next shot is all of us singing some lame karaoke song and laughing like hell. There's a cut in the video and then we're all looking up at something. The camera swings around and catches Marcus swinging a shiny watch on a string. The camera swings again and Doug and Trev, two guys who didn't make the final cut, watch the swinging watch and look pretty bored, like waiting for the punch line of some lame joke. But me, I'm staring at the watch, unblinking. My eyes are glazed over. The camera jostles a bit and I see Evan off to the side. At first he's looking at my face but then he looks down to where I guess my crotch must be. His eyebrows go up and his tongue sticks out. He winks to the camera and then leans his head toward me and nods knowingly. The camera jostles around a bit and I catch a glimpse of a boner in someone's pants. A massive boner. But those are my pants and I've never been that big.
I should rewind to verify what I saw but then I hear Marcus laugh and say, "Oh yeah," and I have to let the video play out. And what makes no sense is, watching this video, I'm hard again and slowly jerking off. This video is creepy and wrong and pissing me off but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't also getting turned on by it.
On the video, somebody snaps their fingers. Trev says "Cool" with no enthusiasm, and Doug says "Alright" but is more interested in the football game on the TV in the background. Me, I just smile, the glassy expression gone. Doug and Trev move off. Evan and the camera don't watch them go. Instead, Evan puts his arm around my neck and then Marcus leans in. He must be the one operating the camera. He has his left arm around both Evan and me and with his right hand films a selfie video of the three of us. Marcus gives me noogies and chants over and over, "This guy! This guy! This guy!" Evan puts his tongue in my ear. I remember that part. I thought at the time that's what gave me wood. Now I'm not so sure.
I'm still watching the video and slowly jerking off despite my anger and disgust. (This cock is mine? Never in my life has my cock been this hard.) I suddenly hear "What the fuck...?" I take a blow to the head and am knocked to the floor. A foot is in my ribs.
Roomie's back.
He slams his laptop shut and demands to know what the fuck I'm doing on his computer. I think his tone is called indignant.
I scramble to my feet and yell back at him, "What the fuck did you guys do to me?" Finally my cock is getting soft. There's a drop of precum still at the tip.
He shoves me away from his desk and says I have no right messing with his private stuff. He says it's none of my goddamn business. Not my business? Videos of me sucking cock and getting fucked up the ass because these suck-wads hypnotized me and it's not my business? I take a swing at Roomie's face. He's taller and heavier than me, but we both know I'm the wilder fighter. Even my soft naked cock gets in on the action. It's swinging side-to-side like crazy as if it has a chance of hitting anything other than my navel. Even so, I appreciate the support. My cock's sticky drop of precum seems to have gotten everywhere.
My punch lands hard. Roomie falls and brings me down on top of him. A half an hour ago I would have said this is the closest we've come to having sex, me lying half naked on top of him. But now I know better. Rommie kicks me in the jaw and rolls beyond my reach. Maybe I can't get him with my fists but I can with the chair and bring it down on his ass. He shouts. Either there's a herd of cattle coming up the stairs in response to the commotion or it's every frat brother in the house. I hurl Roomie's lamp at him. My aim is perfect. I'd have nailed him in the face if he hadn't used the biology text as a shield. He looks to the doorway behind me and says real fast, "The little dude found the videos!"
"Uh-oh." That's Trent's voice. He knows they've been caught and are in deep shit. I don't bother looking behind me, I just swing around and kick out with my leg. Since I'm not wearing any pants or underwear, I'm able to kick that much further. I don't hit Trent, but instead get Evan in the crotch and knock him down. He had a massive boner going on. I hope I snapped it in two.
Marcus makes his way through the crowd of guys blocking the hall and doorway. And right behind him – Jesus – it's Z with his fucking camera. And the asshole's smiling. Two other guys come at me and I take them down as well. But this isn't a movie, this is real life, so eventually sheer numbers go against me. Roomie behind me, four more brothers in front of me, I'm finally taken down. I'm exhausted and pissed but sort of pleased at the same time. At least none of the blood I see is mine. It takes six guys to hold me flat on my back against the floor. I butt my head at Z and his camera but I miss. At least on the way back down I'm able to take a chunk out of Evan's thumb with my front teeth.
"Watch it, fuckhead!" Evan pulls his hand away and I'm swinging free again. Eventually they get my head pinned back where it was. Surprise, surprise, my cock is as small as it's ever been. Gee, I wonder why.
Marcus stands at my naked crotch telling me it's okay. He keeps repeating it. His voice is low and quiet. I tell him to fuck off, that it's not okay. It's a fucking felony is what it is. It's called rape.
"Shh, shh," Marcus says. "We can talk about this." My arm is yanked up behind my back and I grunt in pain. Marcus tells Ned to loosen up and not be an asshole. I shout they're all assholes. But Ned does what Marcus tells him and loosens his hold on my arm.
Marcus squats down, still between my legs. He looks down at the floor for a second. The adrenaline is dissipating from my body. My shallow breaths are getting longer. I'm able to catch some air. My tiny cock manages to get smaller and smaller by the second. This is the last place it wants to be, surrounded by fifteen guys and even more in the hall beyond. Marcus lifts his eyes to me at last and smiles tentatively. He spreads his hands and shrugs like some little boy nailed for eating ice cream without permission. "You caught us," he says. "That was wrong."
"Damn right," I say. I keep squirming and twitching. Maybe there's no way I'm getting free of these guys holding me down but I don't have to make their job easy.
"You have a mighty fine ass," says Marcus. The other guys nod agreement. "Clothes really don't do you justice."
Wait a minute. I want to know what was wrong: them making the videos or me finding them?
Marcus ignores my question. "When we first met you, you didn't give any of us boners. Well, Z, but that's because of your pits and most of us don't focus on pits the way Z does."
Z looks up from the camera. "Fuckin' incredible, dude." He tells Evan to lift my arm so he can get a shot up my sleeve.
I tell Evan and him to fuck off.
Marcus again. "You were cute – and still are, just for the record. So even though you weren't anybody's vote for hottest, we still figured we'd see what would happen when we put you under with the other guys. It turns out you're really susceptible to hypnotism. As in exceptionally susceptible. Nobody goes under like you do." All these assholes – my supposed brothers – they nod in agreement.
Curly-haired Marcus keeps talking. "Then Evan copped a feel and told us your cock was impressive and suddenly you were everybody's first choice. Things only got better when we saw you without your shirt. You know, you have a fine body. You really do need to dress better and show it off more." More nods from the other guys.
I can't believe what I'm hearing. If they're trying to make me feel better, they're failing.
Marcus looks me in the eye, dead serious. "This isn't our fault," he says in his low, calm voice. Apparently it's not their fault my ass is so tight. They're not the ones who taught me how to suck cock so well and swallow every drop. They just bite my nipples. They don't force me to act like a wild man, begging for more. Marcus meets my eyes, a look of genuine perplexity on his face. "What the fuck were we supposed to do with you?"
These guys – these felon rapists, my fraternity brothers – they all wear that same expression of genuinely hurt confusion.
I look from one to the next. This isn't the reaction I expected. I tell them they're crazy. All of them.
Marcus shrugs. "Maybe," he says, "but if we're crazy, whose fault is that? Thirty dudes living in the same house, all horny all the time. All interested in other guys, but maybe not each other. So stressed out with school we can't concentrate. Our sex lives hurting. And then you walk in here. With that perfect ass. Fuck, even your body odor gets us going."
Z leans in and says, "Really, has anybody `run out of soap' as often as we do?" And I'm thinking back to all those days I have to race to class after soapless showers. And all the guys at the gym who want to work out with me after I get off the treadmill.
Marcus keeps talking. "If we're crazy, who made us crazy? What kind of nuts would we be if we couldn't tap that ass whenever we needed it? You're fuckable and insatiable -- "
I look him in the eye and tell him I'm not their whore.
Marcus gets a look on his face. There's a long silence. "Fuck you," he finally says. "Did I fucking call you a whore?" For the first time he sounds pissed off.
"You just said I'm insatiable -- "
"And smelling of sex and looking like sex and always wanting sex, yeah. But that doesn't make you a whore." He screws up his face. "Think better of yourself, man. You're better than that." He gestures at our brothers. "You think any of us fuck whores?"
I can't follow his reasoning at all.
"Sure, we're enjoying ourselves," he continues. "I'm not saying we're not. But so are you." He's not urging me to believe him. He's just speaking matter-of-factly. Low. Calm. When did the watch on the chain get there?
"You like this watch, don't you?"
I tell him they're not getting out of this by hypnotizing me again.
"Of course not," Marcus says. "I'm just looking at it. It's amazing how it catches the light, isn't it?"
I twist my head away from the watch, but Evan and someone else – I think Roomie – hold my head steady.
"Just look at it. Relax. Let go."
Evan holds my eyelids open. Somewhere I hear Ned say, "Shit, look at that." I'm dimly aware the faces around me have shifted their vision from my face to my crotch, but I'm too busy studying the watch.
"Breathe easy. Just breathe..." Marcus drops his voice. "That's it... that's it..."
I feel no arms holding me down. There is no strain in my entire body.
"You're not going to remember this conversation today," he says.
"Yes I am." I know that voice. It's mine. But it sounds like it's on a train bound for a millions miles away.
"What are you going to remember?"
"I'm... I'm..." I was going to say something, but I don't know what it was. "I remember... I remember..." What do I remember?
"You remember playing World of Warcraft with Z."
"...Z..."
"And you kicked his ass. Like always."
"I kicked his ass. Like always..."
"You don't remember any videos. You never sucked our dicks. We never fucked you. You've never had sex with a MuNu."
"...never had sex with a MuNu..."
Things are fuzzy. The watch is so beautiful.
"You will not remember today at all..."
"Don't remember..."
What are we talking about? I...
"...Don't remember..."
What was I saying?
It's warm in here. The watch fascinates me. I'm magic. I must be: I can feel my body move forward without me moving a muscle. I can feel my shirt lifting over my head, all on its own.
I hear a couple of guys say, "FUUUUUUCK...!"
EPILOGUE
Evan is pretty pissed off at me. He's still nursing the thumb the little dude bit. "You left a video up on your laptop again? When are you going to learn?"
I tell him the little dude wasn't supposed to be home `til Monday. Besides, I'm not the only guy around here who's been careless. Ned left one of the little dude videos up on the big screen in the living room for three whole days. The only reason it wasn't on this afternoon was because we watched the Knicks game last night.
Evan stays focused on me: "You're going to get us arrested."
Marcus wipes away some sweat and stops panting long enough to talk. "No one's getting arrested. Every time the little dude finds one of the videos, we just make him forget everything again."
Z, like always, is upbeat: "Him finding out makes for some of our best movies. The little dude fights like a motherfucker."
In between short breaths, Marcus says, "He's passionate, that's for sure. Fighting, fucking, sucking. He always commits like a real Munu. Now Z," he says, his breathing getting quicker and more shallow, "I'm going to shoot it up his nose. Make sure you get it."
And all of us – every naked brother squeezed into the room and awaiting his turn – watch the image on Z's screen as Marcus pulls his cock out of my little roommate's mouth and shoves it up against his nostril. The little dude licks his lips, his eyes wide. Marcus explodes with a UUUUNNNNnnnnhhh!, his load going straight up the little dude's nose. The little guy's eyes go wide and somehow stay in his skull and then he smiles. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so happy. Evan and I UUUuuuggghh! and Nnnnnnsaaaas! at the same time and shoot our loads onto my little roommate's chest and nipples. Trent's still pounding away at his hole. Our brothers are saying "Fuuuuck" and "Yes!" and "Took you long enough" and "That was hot" and shit like that.
But Evan is right: I've got to make sure the little dude doesn't see these videos again.