Trapped in a Closet With a Hung Jock Pledgemate

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

Challenge nights are always fun. The point is for the freshman pledges to accomplish something, and get punished if they fail. Punishments were usually pretty light, like naked runs around campus or some type of exercise, which is also often naked. On this specific night last semester, we had a joint challenge with a sorority. Their pledges were thrown together with ours, the rules not fully explained but consequences were suggested that promised to be mysterious and terrifying. All of us freshmen, the frat guys and the sorority girls, were told to show up at the "Old Mansion" as it was called, the big Victorian house on the edge of campus that was used only for special university events. It was abandoned most of the rest of the time, and I had heard rumors that people snuck in to fuck around sometimes, but this was the first time I had been there.

Once we all arrived, they told us all to strip. Guys in their underwear and girls in their bra and panties. It was a bit of a thrill to take off all our clothes with the girls around. I was already used to nudity with the guys. I saw more dick and male ass than ever before in my life since joining the frat, but tonight we had to posture a bit. The guys were casually flexing and pretending their stomach was always that tense, their abs that defined. It gave me a nerve and a thrill in the pit of my stomach. All our butts were literally quivering from the excitement, but my eyes were more drawn to my buddies and what their bodies were doing in the presence of the girls. I even saw a few unfortunate boners that they couldn’t hide. I saw Brody, one of the more muscular and tall guys in our pledge class, try to tuck his notably large meat tube up into his waist band. But then the head of it was showing, and he tucked it down between his legs instead, trying to not let anyone see.

Charlie, the head of our frat, standing next to the big titty blonde head of the sorority, clapped his hands and called our attention. The rules were set.

The girls would be the "seekers". They needed to catch at least one of the freshman frat boy pledges to accomplish their task. And all of us frat pledges were told to run and hide with a head start. Our task was to not get caught. That was it. If you got found, you dealt with whatever came next. We could go anywhere in the house, and creativity would be “rewarded”. 

The girls were already laughing when we scattered. The girls were all in sexy lingerie, so you could say the atmosphere was charged among us frat boys as we dispersed and tried to find the best places to hide in this giant, ancient mansion. I was desperate to prove myself, as a freshman pledge boy is supposed to be, and I booked it, looking for some secret passageway or hidden hallway behind a statue. The footsteps of the other guys got more distant, the voices of the girls started to grow as they started looking for us, and doors slammed in every corner of the mansion. I sprinted down the hall on the third floor, feeling free in the cool air of the late summer night. I was in my underwear, feeling the thrill of college life as I mixed independence with sexual energy. My heart was racing thinking about the girls chasing after us.

When some time had passed, I heard female voices coming up the stairs, and I gave up on finding the perfect hiding spot, yanking open the closest door I could find. It turned out to be a storage closet. I found some cleaning supplies and towels inside, as well as Brody.

Brody was the muscular guy, sort of a big jock. He was not the smartest guy in the pledge class, but he was probably the most athletic. He was around 6'4", and his muscles bulged out in every direction. He had been lifting since he was thirteen, and without any clothes on, it definitely made me feel like a little shrimp squeezing into a closet next to him, even though I was over 6’ myself, and not a stranger to the gym.

“Close the door,” he hissed, giggling, his eyes wide as he grabbed my arm and yanked me inside with him.

I squeezed in and pulled the door shut, shrinking the space between us.

It was a tight squeeze, and our bodies were somewhat touching unavoidably.

I was barely adjusting to being pinned into a small space with another male when I heard two more guys barreling down the hall.

“Fuck, they better not come in here,” I whispered.

“It’s Jake and someone else,” he whispered behind me. I could feel his breath on my ear, and it made me flinch. I had to put my hand up to cover my ear to avoid more tingles. Luckily the thrill of the game was making this fun, otherwise I would have been annoyed at being squeezed into the tight space with Brody’s big, protein-shake-guzzling body. Our skin was touching more than two guys normally would, but the idea of getting a punishment was enough of a deterrent from risking finding another hiding spot.

Brody leaned in close and whispered, apparently amused at my relative size, “Dude, you’re built for this.”

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “Shut up.”

He smirked anyway. “Lightweight advantage.”

I jumped when the door suddenly flew open, but it wasn’t the girls catching us. It was Jake and Drew, two more bulky jocks. I tried to hush them and tell them it was full but they shoved their dumb, jock bodies inside with us without thinking, pushing me backward into Brody until my shoulder blades hit his bulging pecs behind me. I felt like a sardine cramped in there, trying to stay quiet while everyone in the room started giggling. I had never felt so short in my life, as these tall marble statues suffocated me with their muscles. There were shelves on either side of me, and I could barely move an inch. My arms were holding Jake’s back in front of me, and he seemed totally unbothered, just giggling along and whispering with Drew in front of him. 

I could feel Brody’s body tighten behind me, as my back pushed into him. 

“Can you breathe?” I whispered as I turned my head back to him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said. But I could sense he was feeling a bit tense. 

It started to feel really unfortunate. I could smell the guys up close, and I wasn’t used to inhaling another guy like that. I felt like I could actually tell what their skin would taste like, as bizarre as that passing thought was.

The claustrophobia started to set in as we waited. Four of us, all tall and bulky except me, packed so tight I could actually feel everyone breathing. Brody’s chest moved my back as he breathed, his arms pinned at his sides. The other two were pressed in front and to the side, leaving no way to shift without moving someone else.

Then the girls’ voices became apparent from down the hall, and we all shushed each other as they got closer. Soon there was girl laughter right outside the door. Silence snapped into place and we all held our breath as we heard footsteps immediately outside the door.

We were frozen. I could sense that the guys were literally sweating around me. I smelled some deodorant, or maybe cologne. The closet smelled like male bodies. My pulse thudded in my ears as I tried to make myself smaller, to keep my weight on my feet and not to lean into the other guys too much.

That was when I felt it. A firmness pressing against my butt.

Not subtle. Pressure building behind me, unmistakable, wrong. My stomach tensed.

“No way this is happening,” I muttered quietly.

Brody squeezed my hip with his firm hand, telling me to shut up. Jake elbowed me from in front. 

I went rigid and quiet, an aversion to feeling a dude’s dick flashing hot and sharp inside me. I held my breath and tried to think about literally anything else. The girls laughed again, closer now, and I realized staying perfectly still was the only way out of this.

But I needed space. Any space.

Slowly, carefully, I turned, trying to angle my hips away from whatever was happening at my back. Some weird part of me reasoned that if he wasn’t facing my ass, then it wasn’t gay for him to have a boner. Jake tensed, clearly worried that I was going to make noise, but I successfully turned without making a sound, and now I was facing Brody. In the darkness I could barely sense that he was looking down at me as his boner continued to pump harder between our bodies. There was nowhere else to go, so this was the best we could do. But it hit me quickly that the move had boxed me in worse. Suddenly I was butt to butt with Jake, and front to front with Brody, his boner pushing into my crotch and lower stomach now, his chest right there in front of me, my face pressed against his bulging pec. He was solid and warm, his breath moving the hairs on the top of my head, his heartbeat literally pulsing against my cheek in the dark.

Brody moved his head down to mine.

He breathed the tiniest whisper. “I’m sorry, dude… It’s the girls.”

The tingle down my body from his voice in my ear made it worse.

Whatever nerves were causing this situation, they were infectious. I felt my body betray me before I even realized what was happening. A jolt of heat rushed to my crotch, nerves lighting up where they absolutely should not have. Brody went still, as my downstairs companion joined his in the sword fight.

I swallowed, shame burning my face even though nobody could see it.

There was no non-humiliating option. I pressed my shoulders into the shelves and focused on breathing quietly. The girls were moving up and down the hall right outside the door now, teasing, knocking, one of them saying she knew someone was “close by”.

As the other two guys occasionally shifted their weight from one foot to the other, even the tiny movements added friction to what was going on between Brody and me.

I leaned back a fraction, just enough to control the space, to stop the tiny movements that were making everything worse. I hated myself for noticing how that helped. I hated that my body responded anyway. 

There was laughter outside the door, then a silent pause that felt endless.

Then footsteps moving away.

The closet stayed silent for a few seconds. No one even breathed.

The dust in the room must have caught up with Jake, because I could feel him shift. He reached his hand to his face, urgently stifling a cough or a sneeze or something. His body shook, as little coughs escaped his throat. Our bodies all shifted together, rubbing against one another. Brody suddenly grabbed both sides of my abdomen, then moved down to my hips. He was trying to stop the movement that was clearly making our problem worse. But apparently it didn’t help.

I felt him pulse.

It was almost like a heartbeat in his cock, pushing hard against my crotch and lower stomach, but more rapid. It pulsed repeatedly and quickly while he held me tight. I reached down to hold his hips as well, unsure of what we were doing, but trying not to fall over. 

After a moment of denial, I knew what was happening. His body was rigidly still as his dick continued to pulse against me. I felt a sudden warmth and wetness on my stomach, through the fabric of his boxer briefs. His fingers dug into my hips, even squeezing my ass a bit.

About the time Brody’s throbbing finally slowed, Jake and Drew both shifted.

“I think they’re gone,” one of them said. I could feel their bodies relax, just as I was tensing up again at the smell of Brody’s load as it reached head level. The sharp, wrong aroma of jizz cut through the sweat. 

One of the guys in front whispered, “What the hell is that?”

Nobody answered.

I could sense Brody’s fear that someone else would realize what happened. I almost wanted to give up our hiding place and lose, just to get out of this. 

As if the universe had answered my prayers, the door burst open. A girl in lingerie proudly shouted, “I got three of them!”

Then, seeing me behind Jake. “No, wait, four!”

As we started to exit the closet together, I had the jizz situation in mind, and I thought ahead before I could stop myself, my hand fumbling “accidentally” until it hit a bottle on the shelf, tipping it over. “Cleaning vinegar” spilled out onto us, soaking Brody and me and getting Jake as well. I let it pour over us for a moment, pretending I was trying to cap it, before finally setting it upright. 

“Shit,” I said automatically, “My bad.”

“Woops,” Brody said, looking at me relieved as light from the hallway poured in. 

“So that’s what that smell was,” Jake said as he stretched his arms above his head in the hallway.

Brody smiled at me as we left the closet, covered in a vinegar smell instead of jizz, ready to get whatever punishment was coming our way.