Ryan exhaled sharply through his nose, bent at the waist, and spread his cheeks with one hand. The lube glistened under the overhead light as he lined up the plug, his fingers trembling slightly. Drew's phone zoomed in with a pinch. Jason wolf-whistled so loud it echoed off the popcorn ceiling. Aaron drumrolled his palms against the coffee table, chanting, "Go go go!"
Ryan pushed.
The initial resistance made his breath hitch. His shoulders tensed, his biceps flexing as he applied steady pressure. Then with a pop the plug slipped past his rim with a wet squelch. A gasp tore from his throat, followed by an involuntary moan that sounded way too loud in the sudden silence. Drew snorted. "Fuck dude, this might be gayer than pledge initiation."
Ryan's whole body flushed crimson, from his collarbones to the tips of his ears. He snatched the mesh shorts off the table, yanking them up so fast the elastic waistband snapped against his hips. The fabric was practically translucent, clinging to every curve of his ass and thighs. The jockstrap's straps framed his cheeks like some kind of deranged lingerie, and his bulge strained obscenely against the thin mesh pouch.
"Damn, Ry," Ethan crowed, slapping his knee. "You could cut glass with those abs!" Jason fake-swooned backward onto the couch, fanning himself with a pizza box lid.
Ryan should've been mortified. And he was- sort of. But the pills were kicking in now and a warm buzz was spreading through his limbs, dulling the embarrassment. He rolled his shoulders back, flexed his arms, and grinned when Drew's camera tilted up to catch the movement. "What?" he challenged, twisting to show off his ass. The plug shifted inside him, drawing another gasp. "Fuck. Okay, that feels weird."
"Weird good or weird bad?" Jason asked, leaning forward like this was a scientific inquiry.
Ryan opened his mouth and then froze as the plug vibrated.
The room erupted.
Ethan howled, doubling over. Aaron punched the coffee table, laughing so hard he wheezed. Jason collapsed onto Drew, who barely managed to keep filming through his own laughter.
The plug buzzed again. Low, insistent, like a trapped wasp against Ryan's prostate. His knees buckled. "What the fuck-" He twisted, trying to glare over his shoulder as if the offending object would magically explain itself. The mesh shorts clung to every twitch of his thighs, the fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide the way his cock jerked against the jockstrap’s pouch.
Ethan wiped tears from his eyes, gasping between laughs. "Ohhh, right. Forgot to mention." He held up the old phone, screen flashing with an app labeled BUTT BUDS 3000. "Wireless with adjustable speeds. Drew hacked it last semester." He tapped the screen and the plug pulsed faster, drawing a strangled moan from Ryan.
"Turn it off," Ryan gritted out, but his voice cracked as the vibration shifted to a steady thrum. Sweat beaded along his hairline, his fingers clenching at his sides.
Jason snatched the phone from Ethan, scrolling through settings with the focus of a mad scientist. "Oh hell yeah, there’s a randomizer mode guys."
Ryan lunged for the phone, but his legs betrayed him when the plug hit a new frequency, sending a jolt up his spine that made his knees lock. His cock twitched visibly against the mesh shorts, precum already darkening the fabric in a damp patch. "Jason, I swear to god bro."
Jason's grin widened as his thumb hovered over the screen. "Randomizer engaging." He tapped it with a flourish, and the plug kicked into a chaotic rhythm of short bursts, long pulses, and erratic vibrations that had Ryan's breath coming in ragged gasps. Drew's phone tilted down, capturing every twitch of Ryan's thighs, the way his abs clenched with each unpredictable buzz.
Aaron whistled low. "Damn, bro. You could bounce a quarter off that ass right now." He mimed tossing one, and Ryan flipped him off with one hand while the other braced against the couch for balance. The plug chose that moment to rev up to what felt like a fucking jackhammer setting, and Ryan's whole body jerked forward with a groan.
Ethan collapsed onto the armchair, wheezing. "This- this is art," he managed between laughs, clutching his stomach. "We should enter this shit in Sundance."
The plug shifted again, hitting a spot deep inside Ryan that sent sparks shooting up his spine. His knees wobbled dangerously, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as a shudder tore through him. "Fuck Jason, turn it off," he gritted out, but the words dissolved into a moan as the vibrations pulsed in erratic waves, each one sharper than the last. His cock strained against the mesh, precum smearing the fabric in a way that would’ve been embarrassing if he wasn’t already past the point of caring.
Jason grinned, tapping the screen with the precision of a conductor orchestrating Ryan’s downfall. "Nah, bro. Rules say you gotta wear it until midnight." He tilted the phone toward Drew’s camera, showcasing the app’s ridiculous settings- "Earthquake Mode" blinked ominously in neon green.
The plug hit a new frequency, something between a jackhammer and a hummingbird’s wings, and Ryan’s vision whited out for a second. His thighs trembled, sweat rolling down his spine as the vibrations ricocheted through him. The mesh shorts clung to his ass, the damp spot at the front growing darker by the second.
Jason grinned, fingers hovering over the phone’s screen. "Oh, wait. Forgot about this setting." He tapped it, and suddenly the vibrations synced to the bassline of Another One Bites the Dust, the rhythmic pulses timed perfectly with the beat.
Ryan’s hips jerked forward involuntarily. "You motherfucker-" he gasped, but the words dissolved into a groan as the plug throbbed in time with the chorus. His cock ached, trapped in the jockstrap’s pouch, the mesh fabric chafing with every twitch.
"Alright, Ry," Aaron drawled, slapping his thighs as he stood. "The rest of the day’s all yours. Go out there, conquer the world." He gestured grandly toward the front door, his smirk widening as Ryan’s eyes darted between it and the phone in Jason’s hand.
Ryan opened his mouth, but the words dissolved into a gasp as the plug surged to a higher setting. His knees buckled, hitting the floor with a thud that rattled the loose change in Ethan’s cargo shorts. "F-fuck." Ryan choked out, his fingers scrabbling at the carpet as the vibrations ricocheted up his spine. His cock, already straining against the jockstrap’s confines, twitched violently then slipped out, the head nudging past the elastic edge of the pouch and out the leg hole of the mesh shorts.
The room fell silent.
Ryan’s dick was massive. At least eight inches long and thick enough that the veins stood out in sharp relief, the flushed head glistening with precum. It swayed slightly with each ragged breath he took, the tip brushing against his thigh as the plug’s vibrations sent another shudder through him.
The silence lasted exactly three seconds, long enough for Ryan’s cock to twitch visibly against his thigh, before the room exploded.
Ethan's jaw actually dropped. His eyes flicked between Ryan's cock and Ryan's face like he was watching a particularly confusing tennis match. "Jesus, Ry," he managed, voice cracking halfway through. "You been hiding a fucking Louisville Slugger in those sweatpants all semester?"
Jason, ever the opportunist, leaned forward with the predatory focus of a shark scenting blood. "Hold up. Let me measure." He snatched a Twizzler from the coffee table, lining it up next to Ryan's dick with all the gravitas of a scientist documenting a new species. The plug chose that moment to pulse violently, and Ryan's hips jerked forward, smacking the candy clean out of Jason's hand. "Fuck, it’s gotta be like eight and a half inches," Jason announced, grinning as the Twizzler hit the ground. "Minimum."
Aaron exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing his temples like a man witnessing a miracle. "Bro. You could kill a man with that thing." He mimed swinging it like a baseball bat, nearly clocking Ethan in the process. "Like, actually murder someone. That's a weapon."
Ethan was the first to notice a slow, creeping warmth pooling low in his gut, spreading outward like spilled ink. He shifted uncomfortably on the armchair, the sudden tightness in his cargo shorts impossible to ignore. His grin faltered as realization dawned. "Uh," he started, glancing down at his lap where an unmistakable tent was forming. "Maybe those pills weren’t expired."
Jason blinked, then burst out laughing until his own body betrayed him with a sharp twitch. His ripped jeans suddenly felt two sizes too small. "Oh, fuck," he wheezed, slapping a hand over his crotch as if that would somehow reverse the effects. The motion only drew attention to the way the denim strained around his thickening erection.
Drew’s phone tilted downward on instinct, capturing the exact moment Aaron’s linebacker thighs tensed, his basketball shorts tenting obscenely. Aaron exhaled sharply through his nose, his biceps flexing as he crossed his arms in a futile attempt to hide the evidence. "This is your fault," he muttered at Ryan, though the accusation lost its bite when his voice cracked on the last word.
Ryan barely registered their reactions. The plug’s vibrations had synced perfectly with his pulse now, each throb sending sparks up his spine. His fingers twitched at his sides and then, without thinking, he wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it, his hips jerking into the touch. A moan tore from his throat, raw and unfiltered, as precum smeared over his fingers. “F-fuck, fuck-”
Ethan lunged at him, his reflexes honed from years of beer-league soccer. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing.” He grabbed Ryan’s wrists, pinning them to the carpet with enough force to make the veins in his forearms pop. Jason was right behind him, tackling Ryan’s legs like a linebacker, his grip vise-tight around Ryan’s thighs. The plug buzzed harder in protest, the vibrations rattling Ryan’s teeth as he arched off the floor with a gasp.
Ryan's back arched off the carpet, his hips twitching upward against Jason's grip as the plug pulsed deeper inside him. "F-fuck, just let me-" His cock jutted out from the mesh shorts, flushed dark red and dripping onto his abs with each ragged breath. "Please guys, I just need to- fuck-"
Ethan's grip tightened, his knuckles whitening around Ryan's wrists. "The fuck you will, that’s so gay." he growled, but his voice cracked halfway through, betrayed by the way his own erection strained against his cargo shorts.
Aaron exhaled sharply through his nose, his thick thighs shifting. His basketball shorts were tented obscenely, the fabric stretched tight over what was clearly not a flaccid situation. He dragged a hand down his face, then smirked. "Hold up." His voice dropped an octave, rough with arousal. "Let's be real here. None of us got laid last night. We're all sporting wood that could build a fucking cabin." He gestured pointedly at his own erection, the outline of his cock pressing insistently against the thin fabric. "Maybe Ry should... help us out first. Then we help him."
Ethan froze. His hazel eyes flicked between Ryan's leaking dick and Aaron's tented shorts. The silence stretched- three seconds, four seconds, before his grip on Ryan's wrists eased just slightly. "...Fuck," he muttered, exhaling hard. "Ry?"
Ryan's hips twitched upward, his cock bobbing against his stomach with each ragged breath. "Anything," he gasped, sweat rolling down his temples. "Just- fuck- let me touch it, please*-"
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