Caleb now knew that the "bets" were rigged for him to have a disadvantage, but what could he do about it. His only hope was for him to win one of the bets, or for his enemies to tire of the stupid game and to move on to other things and leave him alone. Cute young Caleb knew that after a while, a Bully will seek some new poor subject to torment. He also knew that he had to somehow get those compromising photos of himself deleted.
Did Caleb ever question his own actions? Did he ever consider that perhaps he was a submissive type of person, the kind who unknowingly attracted dominant bully types? Was this really all his own fault? He beat himself up mentally for ever agreeing to that first bet. He loathed what he had been forced to do. He loathed the fact that he had licked another dude's dick and balls and ass. His mouth had been on Mark's ball sack and his tongue had been up Mark's asshole. Would he ever get over the personal shame and humiliation? Was he "Marked" even if he escaped from the abuse?
"Don't worry, Faggot," Mark said with a smile, "this new bet gives us both an equal chance to win. I always want to be fair." The ten college boys in the room laughed at that, as all of the bets thus far had been somehow "rigged" so that Caleb would lose. One of the guys produced a long piece of leather string about the width of a shoelace. Mark took it and smiled, and then he tied one end of the leather tightly around his huge dick and full ball sack, making it stand out even more than it normally did. Mark had one of those dicks and ball sets that just naturally pushed out forward, so that even in trousers, his junk was always quite visible. Girls loved his masculine jock dick lump. Now with the leather tied around it, the dick and sack looked obscene. Caleb could have kicked himself for staring at it. Mark passed the other end of the leather sting to Caleb. "Here, tie this tightly around your dick and nuts."
"What kind of bet is this?" Caleb asked, but when he got no answer from his opponent, he tied the strong leather band around his own chunky cock and full young scrotum. There they stood, with about four feet of leather connecting each of them to the genitals of the other. Then one of the jocks stepped forward and drew a chalk mark on the tiled floor on which they stood barefoot.
"Okay, we're going to have a simple tug-o-war! Using only our dicks and balls. The dude who drags the other guy across the line, wins. Simple as that. We're about the same size and weight, and although I am a bit more muscular than you are and my dick is probably a bit larger, you have a good chance of winning this!"
Caleb looked down at his tightly bound fuckmeat and sack. This was going to hurt...no way around that. But it was going to hurt both of them equally. He did indeed have a good chance. Caleb had strong legs and powerful thighs. It boiled down to whichever guy could stand the pain in his dick and nuts. It was another stupid college boy prank type game...but Caleb knew he had to win.
"Beer anyone?" One of the watching jocks shouted, and ten hands went up. He began to pass out cups of beer from a keg in the corner of the room. This was going to be quite an event.
Rich, the guy who was going to act as referee for the contest stood at the chalk mark and placed Caleb and Mark an equal distance from it on each side. Rich was a thick set jock, dressed in only small white briefs. His meat formed a lump in the front of the underpants. His chest was pretty massive and his pecs sported two abnormally large nipples. On a young man with less powerfully formed pecs the tits would have looked feminine and "cunty," but on his sculpted chest, they looked impressive. Rich's hair was cropped short and he had a handsome but slightly bulldog face. He was the kind of dude you just didn't mess with! If you were a cunt, he was the kind of dude who left you with more than a few black and blue marks on your body and a stretched open pussy that ached for days. Rich was all "Man!"
"Okay, you two...on the count of three! One...two..." At just that moment, Alex, a short slender swimmer walked by bearing two cups of beer. He seemed to trip in slow motion, sending the beer splashing down onto the floor right in front of Caleb! The guys roared with laughter.
"That's not fair...I'll slip on the beer...somebody wipe it....." Young Caleb's protests were drowned out by the roar of the guys in the room and Rich shouting "THREE...GO!"
Caleb had no time to consider how this contest too had obviously been rigged for him to lose. Mark stepped back, stretching his ball sack and dick our horizontally. The leather string grew taut, and Caleb felt a hard tug on his own meat and fucksack. His body began to move toward the chalk mark. He pulled back hard and felt extreme pain in his scrotum. His large nuts were squeezed into the very bottom of the fleshy bag. His toes however touched the puddle of beer and began to slide along the floor toward the half-way point. Caleb let out a scream and pulled back harder. Mark grunted and pushed his muscular ass back to cause his genitals to move and yank Caleb's body. Caleb's feet were now in the beer, and he had no purchase at all on the tiled floor. He slid toward the chalk mark. He leaned his body backward and mark groaned in pain as his own nuts were horribly stretched. Then, Caleb's feet slid out from under him and he crashed down to the wet floor on his naked ass.
Let me tell you, there were more than a few full leaking erections in the roomful of jocks watching the contest. Rich's eight inch prick pushed out the front of the small white briefs, and a wet spot stained the pristine white material. Some college boys leak more than others, and Rich was a "Leaker!" Slime began to hang in long strings from the soaked material of the white briefs. Some of it ran down his muscular leg and clung to the hair. He couldn't take his eyes off of the stretched dicks and ballsacks of the two suffering jocks. But Mark had a dry floor to work with, while poor Caleb was now sliding around on his ass, his cock and nuts stretched grotesquely from his body. Caleb's ass began to slide toward the chalk mark line. If his toes crossed over the line, he was the loser. He lifted his legs and brought them back over his head, so his legs would not cross the line. He was now on his back, being pulled by the cock and balls nearer and nearer. The uproar of male shouting in the room was deafening. Several of the guys were masturbating themselves. Mark, still on his feet grunted and stepped backward, one painful step at a time. He was dragging Caleb's body across the beer slick tiles by the cock and balls. Caleb screamed bloody murder at the pain in his dick and nuts. And then...he was over the chalk and had lost the bet! Just like that! He lay on the floor sucking in air, his chest pounding, his balls and dick feeling half-torn from his body, while mark raised both hands in victory.
"It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair..." sobbed Caleb, making a total pussy of himself in front of the jocks. Rich with his leaking erection pushing out the front of his underpants kicked Caleb with one naked foot.
"It was totally fair. Are you calling me an unfair judge?" As I said, you didn't cross Rich. The room erupted in angry shouts. Everyone seemed against poor, young Caleb. "Wait....wait guys. If Caleb thinks it was unfair...let's give him another chance. Bring out the glasses of beer." Caleb knew all of this was planned, but he was now grasping for straws. He needed somehow to win.
Mark untied the leather from his genitals. They looked even more bloated and angry. His dick and nuts were red and swollen. "Caleb, I am going to give you a second chance. But if you lose, I warn you, the debt you will have to pay is quite extreme! You see before you two huge glasses of beer. We each select one and chug it until the glass is empty. That's it. Except that, one of the glasses is filled with beer, and the other one is filled with piss! It is a mixture of piss provided by several of our fellow classmates. We must both drain our glasses. The dude who picks the glass of piss, loses!"
What kind of fucking sickness was this? What kind of person drinks the piss of other guys? Caleb felt sick to his stomach at the very thought. But what could he do? The poor young man sat on the floor, naked in the puddle of spilled beer, the leather strap still tight around his own dick and nuts. "I..I don't know...I..." He stammered.
Mark said," It's your choice, Faggot. Either you pay the penalty now for losing the tug-0-war, or you try to win with the beer contest."
Caleb studied the two huge glasses filled with amber liquid. The piss must have been extremely strong to have such a dark yellow color. Could he beat Mark? His odds here were fifty-fifty. "Okay...I'll play!" he managed to say at last. The guys in the room applauded.
"Okay, great! Now since I won the tug-0-war, I get to pick first. I choose, glass A." Mark reached out and took one of the tall glasses. Then he took the second one and handed it to Caleb. "Okay...let's chug!"
Both young men brought their glasses to their lips and began to drink the contents. Caleb knew at once from the smell that his glass contained the piss! He gagged and piss filled his mouth and backed up into his nose. Piss from from his nostrils. His eyes grew waters as he tried to chug the glass of piss. Why didn't he simply stop and admit defeat? Why did he continue drinking the urine? Several reasons! The guys in the room were chanting, "CHUG!" The power and rhythm of the yelling seemed to drive him on. Somewhere deep inside of himself, he felt that if he finished the glass, if he pretended it was beer, he might have some chance. How stupid, you say, but people under stress justify things in strange ways. Or perhaps it was that Caleb knew inside that he was a submissive, a loser, an underling. Perhaps he knew he was not as manly as the others in the room. Maybe he was a dweeb, a sissy. Caleb knew that he loved girls, but somehow Mark's constant calling him "Faggot" seemed to get to him. Was there something wrong with him? Caleb also knew that if he didn't finish the large glass of male piss, the photos of him would most likely be sent out not only across campus, but to his family and friends back home as well.
So he drank the piss. He forced the vomit that backed up into his mouth back down, and he gulped down the stinking yellow piss of Rich and some of the other boys in the room. His shoulders slumped in defeat. His eyes half closed. He stared at the tile floor, piss coating his lips and dribbling from his chin.
Mark held up his empty glass. "Well, mine was beer!" he proclaimed, and the room shook with the cheers of the jocks. Tears ran down Caleb's cheeks and mingled with the piss on his lips and chin. His breathing was labored. He sat there on the tile floor, unable to stand, naked and vulnerable.
"Well, buddy, I'm afraid you lost another bet! So, now you have to pay the consequences. This consequence could be considered absolutely horrible, or not very bad at all, depending on your attitude. You have already licked my dick and balls and ass and had me shoot my load over your face. You already sucked my dick as a little bonus gift you gave me, and I thank you for that." The guys laughed remembering how easy it had been to get Caleb to go from licking dick to sucking dick. Caleb was a cocksucker! FACT!
Caleb gently shook his head from side to side. He felt so tired, so weak, so defeated. He felt as if he were nothing!
"So, this consequence is not much different from the ones you have already had to do. So it could be no big thing for you. You need to choose one of the bathrooms on one of the dorm floors. It's your choice...the bathroom on floor one, two, three, or four. You are to go into the bathroom and into the shower. You are to go on your hands and knees. And you are to lick the dicks, balls and asses of anyone you encounter in the shower. You are to beg them to allow you to wash their dicks and balls and asses with your tongue. You are to service any dude who comes into the shower for one hour! If the dude chooses not to have your tongue service, you are to beg him! If he still refuses, you are to thank him politely and move on to another guy. Do you understand?" When Caleb didn't answer, Mark nudged the boy with his naked toes. "Do you understand?"
"I understand..." croaked Caleb, the taste of piss numbing his lips and tongue. Caleb chose floor three. Mark dressed and went along to monitor the action. Caleb was not allowed to dress. He walked down the hallway of floor three bare assed naked. His chest heaved with tension. Mark laughed and called it anticipation. When Caleb entered the floor three bathroom, he heard at once the sound of the shower spray. Someone was in the shower. He made his way to the shower room. There were enough shower heads for twelve men to shower at once. At present only two students were washing themselves. One of them was a slightly overweight kid with a huge fat ass, and the other was a well built jock type. They were soaping themselves.
"Hey, Dudes....Caleb here lost a bet, and so he has something to ask you!" Mark shouted over the sound of the cascading water. then he nudged Caleb.
Caleb dropped to his knees and crawled into the shower room. The heavy boy backed away, totally freaked out, but the jock laughed. Caleb lifted his head. "May I please lick your dicks and balls and asses for you and clean them with my tongue?" He asked.
I ask you. If you had been the college boy in the shower...what would you have done? The fat boy giggled and asked, "For Real????"
Mark smiled. "Absolutely for Real! He is a first class ass licker. He gets his tongue nice and deep up the shitter!"
As Caleb crawled toward the two boys whom he didn't even know, he heard a loud noise behind him. He looked over his trembling shoulder to see all ten guys who had witnessed the Bets coming naked into the shower. They had all decided to join the game. Twelve naked men in the shower room, and Mark now stripped to make it thirteen.
Caleb shook his cute young head in despair! This could not be happening to him!
"Come on Caleb...tongue out and get LICKING!"